#it’s the way their hand holds - forehead touches - finger brushes - face cups are more romantic than if they’d kissed 500 times onscreen!

[lunar-years]

Something something re: Jonathan gently cupping Nancy’s face!!!

[vilhelios]

— I THINK I LOVED YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE .

( WHERE I WAS THE SEA, & YOU WERE THE SHORE . ) ; general fluffy romantic headcanons for rafayel / qi yu from love and deepspace <3

CW: not beta read, general rafayel story/lore spoilers, may be slightly ooc, tooth-rotting fluff, very slight angst !!!

— RAFAYEL is a terribly sweet, loyal, and affectionate lover. sometimes, you think he is something like a lovesick puppy—always ready to greet you at the door with a warm hug when you return from a mission, always eagerly awaiting your phone calls and texts. always at your side. when he calls you darling and holds you close, burrows his head into the crook of your neck, you can't help but feel like your being has been warmed by a pleasant summer sunbeam.

despite this, sometimes he feels like he's drifting somewhere far away from you. a receeding ocean tide, sea foam dissolving from your fingertips as you dip your hands in the waves. he's somewhere you don't understand, when he looks into your eyes and searches for an iteration of you in the reflected image of his own eyes—perhaps he is 800 years away, a lifetime and more. and yet, when you gingerly cup his face in your palms, feel him lean into your touch, you know he returns to you.

— RAFAYEL'S art studio is admittedly, a mess. there are days where you'll enter that room spotless and leave with splatters of some new shade of red and his beloved blues all over your clothes and skin. some days, this happens purely on accident—a trip right into a canvas here, a palm pressed onto wet paint there—and on others, rafayel seems to delight in using you as a canvas.

— when RAFAYEL kisses you (in that gentle fashion, where he cups your cheek like if he doesn't you'll slip like seafoam from his hold), those soft lips of his taste of cherries and grapes and strawberries. and perhaps that best encapsulates what loving rafayel is like, this sweetest red, red, red: the way his cheeks and ears flush when you press a kiss to his cheek; the colour of his eyes when the morning's rose-gold sunlight hits the pink in them just right; the bleeding, beating heart he offers to your awaiting hands. eventually, he pulls away to let the both of you breathe, and when he presses his forehead against yours, glances at you with that charming smile of his, you're enveloped in warm crimson all over again.

"there." rafayel smiles, leans back to admire the flamulla he'd painted on your cheek and the pout that graces your lips. "a cute flamulla for the cutie that keeps distracting me."

"you weren't even painting anything when i came in!" you scoff, dabbing the paintbrush he'd given you into the paint upon the palette. while he painted moon jellies, flamulla, and blowfish on your skin, you'd busied yourself with painting seashells on his. some of the clamshells are too close together, the venus combs look a little too spiky, and some conches don't look quite right. when he looks like he's about to chuckle at the sight of them, you poke him with the other end of your brush; "hmph. you're just a meanie."

"how rude!" he feigns, hand to his heart. "this is how you treat me for making you look like one of my most precious paintings?"

— you notice, eventually, that RAFAYEL always gifts you red jewelry (if not pearls, of course). the little treasures glint in the sunlight; rings with a ruby or red spinel centerpiece, a necklace with a red coral pendant, fire opal earrings... they're beautiful and never gaudy, as to be expected from a man with an eye for aesthetics, but it still perplexes you.

you ask him why, while he helps you put on his most recently gifted necklace as you two get ready to attend his aunt's opera show. your painter answers with a thoughtful hum, deft fingers clasping the necklace for you: "red disappears the fastest in the deep sea, so i never got to see it much." rafayel presses a kiss to your cheek, then, before settling his chin on the crook of your neck. "what better way to appreciate a colour i missed out on for so long than seeing it on you, darling?"

— RAFAYEL'S smug and haughty countenance seems to crumble at the mere press of your lips against his skin, little pecks gracing each beauty mark. the first kiss is placed on his cheek, a little ways away from his eye, his head cradled in your palms; you feel how he heats up beneath your touch, a light blush dusting across his cheeks and a bright vermillion burning at the tips of his ears. the second is placed on his chest, your lips and gentle, roaming hands sparking the rapid thrumming of his heart.

— RAFAYEL sees you in everything. in the morning sunlight that filters into his kitchen, in the cherry blossoms that land on his hair, in the sea breeze that rushes past him as he walks along the shore. the mundane of daily life has become filled with so many traces of you that he cannot see them as anything other than beautiful. there's a piece of you in every one of his paintings now, a streak of your favourite colour intertwined with his reds and blues. he made the pigment himself, of course, extracted the colours he needed from your favourite things.

THE LOVERS ; Rafayel (20XX) ; Oil on canvas

This painting consists of only two colours, and depicts the view of a simple shoreline, with waves lapping at the shore. Although simple in essence, the two paints were handmade (as is the norm for pieces by Rafayel) with pigments extracted from materials that represented himself and his beloved. Upon closer inspection, one may notice the difference in brushstrokes between colours—where they start to blend, so do the strokes, perhaps one hand guiding the other. As per the words of the painter himself, this artwork is meant to represent a "marriage and a transfiguration; the way two souls are forever intertwined and changed by love."

a/n : pretty privilege is real because rafayel acts a lot like marius but i like him infinitely more than i do lu jinghe 😭👍 my love/obsession for this pretty little fish has made me rise from the grave of uni work and writer's block... please fill his tag i need to satisfy this itch in my brain that he gives me <\3 might write some more for him + him as abysswalker <3 (p.s. that final hc is perhaps the cutest thing i thought to do)

[hamlets-ak]

it’s still early in this world, do you hear me ? ༊*·˚

masterlist

in which timothée wants you to stay

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, established relationship, consent

Orion’s gold sword scattered and spilt aloft dust from your dreams as your senses became conscious of the present.

The slow, steady beats of his heart echoed through your ears, spreading an incomparable sense of warmth and safety to your unsettled mind. You buried your head deep in the crook of his neck, refusing to face the blinding morning sun rays, and sank into the person who consumed your dreams and your reality.

White auroral lights swam between tangled bodies, caressing any uncovered parts. You had to flutter at the feeling of your eyes drinking the day. Your cheek nuzzled closer, asking for refuge until your lips slowly found his soft skin.

Timothée was still lost between dreams, his eyes sealed, too tightly to let the light in, and his lips parted, breathing in the day. Sprawled out on his back, he had one arm around you, fingers resting on your shoulder, holding you throughout his sleep, afraid you’d dissolve into the night.

As you watched him sleeping, with his head tilted to your side and his chest rising and falling to the sound of his breathing, you wanted nothing more than to lick the sleep off his eyes. But he looked so serene, so peaceful and unbothered, you couldn’t help but keep staring at him like he was the most beautiful landscape.

The colours of the sun reflected on his face - and you wondered whether or not he could feel the light piercing his skin. A smile curled up on your mouth and you brushed a kiss on his neck before detaching from his body. Balanced on your elbow, with head resting on your shoulder, you observed him as time went by, drinking in every little detail.

You brought your fingers to his forehead, fiddling with a stubborn curl that was concealing his eyes. Slowly, your gaze slid lower and you let your finger run gently to the small bump of his nose, tracing all the way down to his Cupid’s bow, and then lined the soft curves of his mouth.

Timothée grinned and his lips tried to catch your finger.

« You’re always doing that, » he rumbled from the deepest parts of his throat, bringing you a small smile.

« Because I know that’s what wakes you up, » you whispered and he peeked his eyes open.

« And you wanted to wake me up ? Cruel… » A wolfish grin appeared on your face as Timothée tilted his head and pressed a kiss on your mouth, the first of the day. « Good morning… », he murmured, voice still groggy and sleep-filled.

« Mornin’… » He turned around on his stomach and hugged you, burring his face close. « Slept well ? »

« Mmm... Better. »

« Better ? »

« Yeah... Because you’re here. » You laughed, truly happy chortle as he covered his smile on your pillow.

Hypnotized by the warmth, you stayed there for a while, feeling the sun gliding and soaking in your skin. Timothée simply gazed at you in silence.

With his breath against your skin, you fell into the heavy air your bodies erected. You held his shoulder tight and rubbed the smooth, glistering skin, fingers tracing the curves of his muscles and the slope of his nape.

« Timmy, » you said softly and tried to catch his cheek with your lips. As if knowing what you were about to say, he snuggled closer, bringing one leg between yours to keep you there. « Tim, I should get going. »

« I think you should stay, » he mumbled, his mouth falling on your neck, leaving wet traces on everything it touched. He idly cupped your cheek and turned your head in his direction to kiss you.

« I can’t. »

« You could… »

« I can’t. »

Timothée looked at you for a moment and then hovered over you, trapping you between his arms. He stared at you under a pair of furrowed brows.

« No ? » You shook your head as Tim pressed his lips on yours. « Come on, stay… »

Your hands sank into his hair and he leaned into your touch, letting his eyes seal in delight when you pulled back curls that were still tangled with the night. You smiled, pressing soft kisses on the edge of his mouth and Timothée bent his head for you, allowing your lips to explore his chin, his jaw, his neck. 

« I really can’t... », you whispered. He lowered his head to catch your lips.

« Come on, it’s nice and snug... And you look pretty in the morning... », he mumbled as mouths merged and blended into one. « Just stay... »

Your fingers held him back for a moment. Maybe it was the way the sun lit his face at that partucular moment causing his eyes to squint, or his skin that felt so warm against yours and softer than usual, but suddenly he was very convincing.

A smile stretched on your face at his attempts to catch your lips and he chuckled, his breath coming out heavy, once you let him reach your mouth.

Still having you in a mock wrestling position, Timothée leaned down and bit the side of your lips, slowly following the tilt of your neck and your collarbones. His mouth dropped lower and lower on your sternum giving it soft-mouth bites.

« I want you so bad. »

He breathed in your aroma, tongue swirling over your chest, overwhelmed by your scent. Your neck stretched back by his kisses and you closed your eyes as Tim brought his lips to yours again, this time deeper with fevered, blazing desire.

« You want me ? », your tongue lolled out on a salacious kiss. « Prove it. »

« You want me to prove it ? », Timothée murmured softly, a small grin hanging from his mouth as you stared at him.

His fingers moved to the crook of your neck and tipped your head on the mattress. He kneeled lower on your body, hot breath panting against your skin and tongue tracing road maps. His hands slid to your sides, desperately trying to memorize every inch of you and you gasped at his touch.

A ghostly smile appeared on his lips as he bit your navel and placed wet kisses over your stomach, letting them one by one vanish in the air. He held your hips tightly, squeezing every part of you helplessly while his fingers slowly wandered between your thighs making your whole body tense and your breath hitch in anticipation.

You pulled his hair back, chest rising and falling heavily. Timothée glanced at you all flushed, diabolically angelic looking, as he sucked the notch of your hips and settled between your legs, his shoulders rubbing your knees.

He kissed your legs, lips going higher on the apex and you whimpered, stretching your head to the side. You managed to catch his attention and Tim let out a sly chuckle, breathlessly bringing his fingers to his mouth.

Then he lowered his head to your skin. Fingers slid inside you, slowly finding their way in. You hushed out a moan and let your hand fall from his hair to his shoulder, gripping the skin tightly.

His lips trailed lower, following the traces of his fingers. Your mouth agape in a silent scream, feeling his breath so close, his tongue licking and sucking eagerly on everything it touched.

Timothée smiled at the soul-capturing sound of your moans, hearing his name come out as a plea, a prayer, a curse. His hand shaped the path of your lower stomach, fingers dripping silver honey, before his tongue slid inside you, teeth biting softly layers and layers, and brushing soft kisses.

Between the obscene sounds of his tongue, you shut your eyes, too overstimulated to lift them, giving in completely to the feeling. Your back arched to the bed and he gripped your waist to keep you down. You held his shoulder desperately trying to bring him close.

The room suddenly turned too heavy and his groans surged electric bolts through you.

For a moment he stopped and you sucked in a sharp breath. He panted against you, his kisses coming out gentle and slow as he rested his mouth on your stomach.

You grunted displeased that he halted your upcoming rise to the summit but he giggled boyishly, hovering on top of you.

Tim touched the edge of your mouth with his fingers, sketching it, drawing it, and your lips parted with bated breath. He licked his fingers and kissed you. You licked his fingers and kissed him again, barely holding your tongues in your teeth, playing in corners where air comes and goes.

« And you wanted to leave… », his lovely silken murmur echoed through your ears as he rubbed his mouth to yours smearing kisses that made you smile.

« Don’t stop, » you inhaled him, tangling his fingers with yours and dragging them lower to your body.

He chuckled again, bringing his tongue to your lips and you tried to catch it, before he kissed you, softly and tenderly, no pressing further just soaking into each other.

You glided his fingers down as he lingered on your neck and your jaw. One leg wrapped around him, bringing him impossibly close.

Timothée touched the inside of your thigh and you let out a sigh of pleasure, as sun-kissed mouths chased one another. His fingers clenched deep in you, eyes measuring with utter acclaim and pride the way your head bent back and your mouth fell loose. He continued his ministrations with his fingers eliciting soft whimpers from you until he couldn’t breathe.

Timothée pulled out his hand, soaking and glistering, and slid it down to himself desperately. You pressed your mouth on his and he let a small whine as your fingers slithered replacing his hand with yours.

He groaned against your mouth with lips tasting like ripe fruit as you slid lower your fingers. You watched his blissful expression full of longing and pleading, the way his Addam’s apple moved while his hot breath fanned your face with struggle. He tilted his head back and your lips touched his neck, giving it small mouth bites.

A loud gasp abandoned your mouth and Timothée groaned hard when you brought him close, until you sank into each other’s warmth, until all the parts of your bodies were touching. He buried himself deep in you, tender skin brushing against the other.

With jaw clenched and teeth grinding, Tim brought his face to yours. He held your cheek lovingly as you smothered each other under the heavy mist of stimuli.

You merged into one, blending as you breathed, your mouths brushing in gentle struggle. Timothée lunged into you, every move full of reverence, every thrust sinking deeper and deeper with an irresistible momentum.

Your head tipped back on the mattress, face disfigured by the throws of passion as you slid your arms to his back, cradling his shoulder.

Bodies scraped the white sheets as you shifted and pushed at each other, knowledgable in the pleasure of the other, working together in perfect harmony.

Strained moans elicited in the air through lively movements and dark fragrance. Tim held onto you dearly, swallowed by the ambition to drive you off the edge. His fingers clammed your face tighter, lips desperately trying to catch your skin.

Your head fell back and chest expanded, demolished, drunk on pleasure. You revelled in his touch, in the feeling of his naked skin against yours, absorbing him whole as he sank into you.

Until tremors shook your body, until you trembled against him like a moon on water, and he as well reached the peak of his pleasure, the sweet feeling of suffocation wrapping its arm around his throat, and in unison, you climbed and lunged into the climax.

He collapsed on top of you, both still fogged-up, sweaty and in total disarray, sucking in together your breaths with an old perfume and a silence.

Timothée pressed his mouth to the side of your head before rolling off your chest to his back.

Panting heavily, you stared at the sun painting the ceiling, creating shadows that trembled above your heads.

Timothée twisted his neck and looked at you with a grin plastered on his face. You smiled feeling his eyes on you and smoothened your hair back before turning to him.

« Stay now ? » You chuckled breathlessly and streched your head to press a kiss on his swollen lips.

[atzoutlw]

summary ; gn!reader x ateez , how ateez would treat you as your boyfriend ! all fluff, no nsfw in this hc list !

wc : 1,287 words you may not agree with the things i say, but i just want you to remember, these are my head canons and i don't expect everyone to feel the same way as i do about this. also, i know this isn't the best quality, it is the first time i've ever posted on tumblr, so i'm a little nervous and i'm trying to find something that works for me.

kim hongjoong would love nothing more than to share his passion for music with his significant other. He'd invite you to late-night songwriting sessions, where the two of you would bounce ideas off each other. he is incredibly thoughtful and attentive to his partner's needs. whether it's leaving little love notes hidden around your room or surprising you with your favorite snacks when you're feeling down, he always goes the extra mile to make you feel special. joong is your biggest cheerleader, supporting you in everything you do. whether you're pursuing your own dreams or facing challenges, he'll be there every step of the way. he loves cuddling up with you on the couch while watching movies or stealing sweet kisses when no one's looking. he loves to wake up before you just so he can make the two of you cups of coffee and/or breakfast. he loves to make playlists for you, and probably has a hidden collection of playlists he hasn't shown to you yet!

park seonghwa is the epitome of a gentleman, he will always hold doors open for you, pull out chairs, make you feel like true royalty to show how much he cherishes you. seonghwa's touch is always gentle and reassuring, whether it's holding your hand or brushing a stray hair from your face. he enjoys taking romantic walks with you, especially during sunset, enjoying the beauty of nature and each other's company. he sets up relaxing spa nights at home, complete with face masks, candles, and soothing music, to help both of you unwind and de-stress after work. seonghwa is incredibly affectionate, often soothing you with soft kisses and warm hugs whenever you need comfort.

jeong yunho loves to tease you playfully, always keeping the mood light and fun. he knows just how to make you laugh, even on your worst days. yunho gives the best bear hugs. his hugs are warm, comforting, and make you feel safe and loved. he is incredibly supportive and always knows what to say to lift your spirits. he encourages you to chase your dreams and reassures you whenever you doubt yourself. yunho is a great listener. he pays attention to everything you say, no matter how big or small, and offers thoughtful advice and comfort. he loves having movie marathons with you, complete with snacks, cozy blankets, and commentary throughout the films. yunho loves holding your hand whenever you’re together. It’s a simple gesture, but it makes you feel connected and cherished.

kang yeosang cherishes quiet moments with you. whether you're reading together or simply enjoying each other's presence without speaking, he finds comfort in the silence. he loves taking candid photos of you, capturing your genuine expressions and moments. his camera roll is filled with pictures of you in various moods and settings. yeosang is subtle in his displays of affection. he often brushes his fingers against yours, gives soft kisses on your forehead, and wraps his arm around your shoulders when you're sitting together. his gifts are always thoughtful and meaningful. he remembers small details about your likes and dislikes and surprises you with things that hold special significance. yeosang leaves little handwritten notes for you to find, whether it's in your bag, on your desk, or next to your pillow. these notes often contain sweet messages or inside jokes. yeosang is perfectly happy spending a cozy day at home with you, binge-watching your favorite shows, playing video games, or just cuddling on the couch. ( these days are, by far, his favorites ). yeosang also loves sharing his favorite music with you. he'll create playlists that remind him of you or that he thinks you'll enjoy.

choi san is full of playful energy. he loves to joke around and tease you in a light-hearted way, making every moment together fun and lively. he loves surprising you with unexpected visits, whether it's showing up at your work with lunch or arriving at your doorstep with your favorite treat. san is very affectionate and isn’t shy about showing it. he’s always holding your hand, giving you hugs, and sneaking kisses, making you feel loved and adored. he enjoys working out with you, motivating you to push your limits while making the experience fun and rewarding. san loves having deep, meaningful conversations late into the night, sharing dreams, fears, and everything in between. he’s your number one cheerleader, supporting you in everything you do and always encouraging you to follow your dreams. if you’re not together, he never fails to send you sweet goodnight texts, reminding you how much he cares.

song mingi gives the best hugs—warm, tight, and full of affection. his hugs can instantly make you feel safe and loved. he loves making you laugh with his goofy antics and playful personality. whether it's funny faces, silly dances, or witty jokes, mingi always knows how to bring a smile to your face. he is very protective of you. he always looks out for your well-being and ensures you're safe, whether you're out in public or just feeling down. mingi loves to tease you in a lighthearted, fun way. his teasing is always affectionate and never crosses the line, making you laugh and feel closer to him. mingi sends you sweet and sometimes silly texts throughout the day to let you know he's thinking of you, making you feel cherished even when you're apart. ( stuff like "work is boring, i wanna be with you :(" ). he often engages in playful wrestling matches with you, enjoying the physical closeness and the laughter that comes with it. he gives genuine and thoughtful compliments, always noticing the little things about you and making you feel appreciated.

jung wooyoung is incredibly affectionate, always finding ways to touch you—holding hands, hugging, and giving you sweet kisses throughout the day. wooyoung enjoys cooking with you and often tries new recipes. he’s a great cook and loves impressing you with his culinary skills. wooyoung has a keen sense of fashion and loves giving you style advice. he often suggests outfits and enjoys shopping with you. he’s a master of planning surprise dates, taking you to new and exciting places or setting up romantic evenings at home. he’s a big fan of cuddling and loves snuggling up with you on the couch or in bed. he makes you feel warm and secure. he enjoys having fun fashion shows at home, trying on different outfits and giving you a mini runway performance. wooyoung loves taking photos of you and with you, capturing beautiful moments and creating lasting memories. wooyoung has a variety of sweet and funny nicknames for you, always calling you something that makes you smile.

choi jongho is naturally protective. he always makes sure you're safe and comfortable, whether you’re out together or apart. despite his strong exterior, jongho has a gentle and caring demeanor. his hugs are warm and comforting, and he always knows how to make you feel secure. he values quality time and loves spending it with you, whether it's watching movies, going for walks, or simply talking for hours. jongho loves surprising you with thoughtful gestures, like bringing you coffee in the morning or leaving sweet treats for you to find. jongho likes working out and would love having you as his workout partner, encouraging and motivating you while keeping it fun. he loves holding your hand, whether you’re walking down the street or sitting together, finding simple ways to stay connected. he loves learning about your interests and hobbies, making an effort to engage with the things you’re passionate about. jongho is fiercely loyal and committed, making sure you know that he’s always there for you, and won't ever leave, no matter what.

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[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Can I request teaching virgin Hyunjin how to finger you for the first time 👀⁉️

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: .6k

Warning: 18+ MDNI, Virgin Hyunjin, fingering, kissing.

A/N: thank you so much for your request i hate doing virgin fics hahahahha but i really hope you all enjoy

“I have to tell you something?” Hyunjin says, pulling away from the heated kiss you two were entangled in. 

“What baby…you can tell me anything” You had been dating this guy for two months, and you wanted him so fucking bad. This is the first time he’s ever been interested in sleeping with you. 

“I’m a virgin," he blurts out. You try not to overreact because it's not your place to judge him if this is true. Still, it's hard to believe because people with Hyunjin's looks and charm are usually very popular and have no problem finding romantic partners.

“That makes so much sense." You couldn’t help but think the words just slipped out. 

Hyunjin frowned. As he removed his hands from your waist, he asked, "What do you mean?...it makes so much sense.". 

You said, running your hand up his thigh. "Please do not take it the wrong way….I have just wondered why you haven’t moved on me yet, that was all,” you said, reaching the top of his thigh. 

“Oh god…was I that obvious….I’ve wanted to soo so badly, but I don’t know where to start” his face softened as his hands crept to your hips. 

“I can teach you if you like”, his eyes fixed on yours as he squeezed your hips. 

“I ummm, I don’t know what to say”, he stumbled over his words.

You lean in, your lips hovering over his. “Let me teach you”, you whisper seductively.

“Okay,” he whispers back, closing his eyes and anticipating your kiss. 

You clash your lips with hyunjins. He grabs the back of your head to deepen the kiss. He pulls away quickly, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Teach me everything” he brushed his lips against yours. 

“Lay me down” Hyunjin crawls on top of you, forcing you to lay down on the bed, his pelvis resting nicely between your legs. 

“What now?" he asked eagerly.

“Well…you can touch me if you like” you notice Hyunjin hesitate for a split second before his hand slides up your shirt to cup your breast. 

“Good, now kiss me." You smile as he leans down to kiss you while his hand massages your breast. 

You tug on his shirt. Hyunjin lifted his body up pulling his shirt over his head. “Now what?” he asks, licking his lips.

“ I want your fingers inside me” Hyunjin gulps at the words. 

“Shit, that was so hot”, he growls as he squeezes your nipple, making you arch your back slightly. 

His fingers draw along your pants line as he takes a deep breath. “It's okay, Hyunjin….I want this,” you say, pulling him in for a kiss.

His fingers slide into your underwear. He deepens the kiss sliding his tongue along the crease of your lips. His fingers hover over your heat, he inserts one finger. "Mmmm, you feel so good already”, he moans into your mouth. 

He pulls out slowly adding another finger as he slides them back inside you. "Am I doing okay?"

You run your finger through his hair as you moan softly. "You are so good" you say your breath and his mixing as you pant. 

His touches become more intimate, as he delicately teases the sensitive area between your legs. His finger slides in and out, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine as he murmurs his appreciation for your body "You are so fucking sexy". 

His thumb circles around your clit as his fingers move in and out with increasing intensity. You moan against his lips in pleasure as the sensation builds in your body, the pleasure coursing through you. He suddenly increases his pace and you let out a loud cry as you reach your peak.

Your body shudders as pleasure radiates through you. "Oh Hyunjin" you call, his eyes lighting up at the fact he made you feel so satisfied. You slowly come down from your high. "I really like you" he says breathlessly. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both catch your breath. You feel a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment.

Taglist: @daceydeath @bakedlilgoonie @krishastumblernow @cakeracha @armystay89 @9900z

[mlink64]

Their favorite place to kiss you

Yeonjun

-The crook of the neck

-He loves the fact that your smell is so prominent on your neck (sounds kinda creepy but, I digress), it’s just very comforting to him

-Will come up and backhug you while you’re cooking or doing the dishes and kiss all over your neck to try and distract you

-This is also 100% how he wakes you up most mornings

-He’ll push your hair back and trail small, sweet kisses up your neck

- “Goodmorning jagi” he’ll whisper once he’s kissed his way up to your ear

-He’s not really phased by kissing you around the other members but he feels like your lovey-dovey neck kisses are more of a romantic, private thing for when the two of you are alone

-As a compromise, he’ll give you itty bitty pecks on the lips 

-Or he’ll kiss the top of your head and discretely smell your hair 

-Again, it sounds kinda creepy but I just feel like he would find your personal scent incredibly attractive and comforting

-When he’s having a tough time all he wants to do is nuzzle into you and surround himself with your scent because it calms him down 

-This is also his go-to when you’re feeling frustrated or upset

-He’ll cup your neck/face and brush his fingers over your pulse points while placing a soft kiss on the top of your head or forehead

Soobin

-The top of your head cuz he tall

-He’ll do this a lot when you’re waiting in line anywhere

-One of his favorite things is to be back hugging you while waiting in a line and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head

-He doesn’t feel that it’s too much PDA-wise, finding it more innocent and chaste

-He doesn’t really do it for your smell like Jun but more so that it plays into his protective instincts, showing that he’s always there for you no matter what

-It says “I’m right here with you and I love you” 

-(not only to you but also to the people around you) 

-Sometimes when he kisses the top of your head you lean back/up to smile at him and place a tiny kiss on his jaw/the bottom of his chin

-If you’re looking to get him all shy and flustered this is a great option

-He’ll blush bright red and hide his face in your hair

-In my head, you also love to kiss his dimples because they’re so damn cute

-(who wouldn’t tbh)

-Then he would kiss your cheeks back ofc 

-He will always insist on kissing both of your cheeks 

- “So the other cheek doesn’t feel left out” 

Beomgyu

-Ear/neck

-Like, all the way up and down your jaw 

-Not in a sexual way but rather playful pecks

-But if he’s in the mood he can definitely make it more sexual 

-He gives zero fucks about PDA, plus he’s energetic af so most of the time he can’t help but touch/kiss/snuggle you, regardless of where you two are

-Literally, this boy is a sweet puppy dog who loves you so so much

-Even around the other members, he dgaf 

-They’ll always roll their eyes and tease the two of you, having gotten used to Gyu’s loving and spirited antics

- (TBH they also don’t care too much because they’re grateful that you are always there to keep a smile on Beomgyu’s face, even if they know he’s been in his head too much) 

-He also likes to kiss in random places too, always determined to find the weirdest spot

-Think eyebrow, chin, elbow, knee, calves, waist, etc. 

-Since the boy is hella romantic tho I can also see him loving the cute, cliche/romantic kisses like your shoulders or the back of the neck 

-These are generally reserved for when you’re in private tho

-If he’s tired or upset he’ll curl into you and place little pecks there

-If he’s the big spoon, he’ll place a gentle kiss at the base of your neck without fail

Taehyun

-Hands and wrists

-He just finds your hands and wrists so cute and small

-He loves that he can circle your wrist with one hand

-Your wrist is just one of those weird places that he perceives as very intimate because he can feel your pulse when he brushes across it with his thumb

-He just freaking loves your hands okay!

-If you’re are holding hands, he will often bring your hand up and kiss it

-But only if no one is looking because it makes him all soft and bashful 

-It seems really dramatic but like, I feel like he would get flustered trying to express his love for you verbally, so he uses physical affection instead

-Also, related but also unrelated? Pinky promises!

-You two will make pinky promises like, hook the pinky, kiss your thumb, press thumbs together

-He will NEVER do this in front of the other members tho because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it and get flustered all over again

-Sometimes when one of you is leaving, he’ll circle your wrist and pull you back towards him before placing a gentle kiss on your palm or the back of your hand

-Immediately sending a warm shiver up your spine, especially if he’s looking into your eyes

-If he has to get up and leave before you he’ll always whisper your name just enough for you to half wake-up and grab onto his hand so he can press a kiss to it before he leaves

Hueningkai

-Forehead/temples

-He just thinks it’s really cute tbh

-Since he’s also hecking tall it just feels natural

-He’s used to being babied so when he gets to baby you it’s just so loving and fluffy 

-Okay…but…forehead -> nose -> lips 

-When he leaves for early schedules he whispers a sweet ‘I love you’ in your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple

-Since he’s very affectionate anyways, whenever he’s sitting with you he always tries to sneak in a little kiss on the forehead or temple

-He also loves to kiss the tip of your nose because you’ll scrunch it up which he thinks is one of the absolute cutest things on the planet because your nose is so cute and smol 

-Even though he’s affectionate, he gets a little shy when the two of you are with his hyungs because he knows that they’re going to tease him (and probably you too tbh)

-So even though he just wants to snuggle you and pepper kisses all over your face he holds back, feeling like a chaste forehead kiss is a good compromise 

-But when you’re alone I feel like he would be the kissiest human imaginable 

-He just finds the feeling of your warm skin against his lips very intimate and comfortable

-Plus, like Beomgyu, he’s almost always touching you in some way because that’s one of his favorite ways to show affection

-It says “Hello, I’m here and you’re here and I love you” 

[choking-on-tae]

ATEEZ Reaction to: Your first time together

A/N: I wanna write more stuff for ATEEZ because I love them so much and I thought this would be cute. I miss Mingi so much I really hope he's doing well <3. Anyways as usual gifs aren't mine and credits to the rightful owners! xx

Seonghwa

This man would be so fucking soft. Just like with your first kiss he wants everything to be perfect and had everything planned out. A nice dinner at your favorite restaurant then you'd go back to his place where his bed is covered in rose petals and there's a bottle of wine with two glasses on his nightstand. Pretty perfect, right?

You chuckle at his cheesiness as you playfully shake your head. Seonghwa chuckles at your reaction as he feels a blush creeping up to his cheeks. He didn't do too much, did he? Seonghwa starts to second guess himself for a bit, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he looks at you.

You notice his reaction and feel your eyes widen. "Hwa, don't worry this is perfect. I think this is really sweet. Thank you."

Seonghwa's doubts vanish as a bright smile spreads across his face. He makes his way towards you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead. You place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him down so you can press your lips against his.

Seonghwa instantly kisses you back as he pulls you tighter against him, a soft groan escaping his lips when he feels your hands trail down his chest. He moves to sit down on the bed, pulling you with him as straddle him. Your lips never leaving his as he moves to lay down fully. You smile against his lips as he turns you over so now you're the one who's laying on their back.

Seonghwa hums against your lips as he places his hands on either side of your head, pulling back slightly so he's able to look you in the eyes. Smirking down at you as his finger trails down your chest.

"You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

Hongjoong

I feel like Hongjoong would try to do much, like Seonghwa, but it doesn't end up working out that way. What I mean by that is that your first time together wasn't planned. It just happened when you invited Hongjoong to his apartment, even thought it was 2 am. You knew he was up and working in his study. When he texted you that he was going back to the dorms you invited him over to your place. Hongjoong was surprised that you were still up but came over anyways.

That's how you two ended up on the couch, the movie in front of you long forgotten as you talk about everything. Hongjoong tells you about everything that's been bothering him and you listen, which isn't something he's used to, but he appreciates it a lot. Once he finishes talking he cuddles up to you, laying down on your chest as he wraps his arms around your middle. You lean down to press a kiss against his forehead, which makes Hongjoong chuckle as he presses himself up enough to kiss you.

You respond immediately, grabbing his collar to pulling him closer to you. Hongjoong smirks against your lips as he hears you let out a soft moan. He pulls back and crooks his eyebrow, biting down on his bottom lip as he stares at you.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asks, eyeing you up and down with that same look of hunger in his eyes.

"I am, but maybe we shouldn't do this on the couch, hm?"

Hongjoong hums in agreement as he helps you off of the couch, grabbing your arm and dragging you to you bedroom. You can't help but giggle as you two hastily make your way inside.

"A bed is much more comfortable than a couch anyways."

Yunho

Yunho would be somewhere in between Seonghwa and Hongjoong. As in that he did plan something, but didn't go as out as Seonghwa. He took you out for dinner first, to your favorite restaurant and now you two are cuddles up on the couch, watching a new episode of your favorite series when you feel Yunho's hand creeping up your thigh, making you giggle softly.

"I thought you wanted to watch the new episode."

Yunho smirks at you as he wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully push him away. "Oh my god stop that."

Now it's Yunho's turn to laugh as he leans closer to you, trapping your body underneath his own. You smile up at your boyfriend as he gently brushes his thump across your cheek, pulling your face slightly closer to his so he can kiss you.

Yunho deepens the kiss almost instantly as his hand moves to your neck, tilting it so he has better access. You tangle your hand in Yunho's hair as you pull him closer so he's not fully on top of you. Moving one hand to support his weight while the other moves down your body.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look at Yunho with big eyes. "Do you want this too baby?" He asks, his voice soft while his eyes are clouded with lust.

The fact that he still asks for your consent makes you smile. So you nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down again as he chuckles softly.

"I just wanted to make sure you were really-" "-I am! Thank you for asking, but I really do want this. Probably as much as you do."

Yunho's eyes widen upon hearing your words as a cheeky smile spreads across his lips. "Oh really? Prove it to me then."

Yeosang

I feel like with Yeosang there wouldn't be anything planned. Yes you two talked about it before but he didn't take you out to dinner of something like that when it happened. Yeosang was staying over at your place, playing your favorite game when he became distracted. He suddenly didn't feel like playing anymore when he saw how cute yet beautiful you looked. You had just taken a shower previously and aren't wearing any makeup. That's when Yeosang finds you most beautiful. Yes he thinks you look pretty with makeup on but he prefers to see you without it, or with minimal makeup so he's able to see your natural beauty.

You're so caught in your game you startle a little when you feel Yeosang tug a strand of hair behind your ear. You pause the game before turning to him, raising your eyebrow at him as you see him smiling softly at you.

"What's it?"

"Nothing. I just think you look beautiful like this."

Your cheeks flush as you nervously bite down on your bottom lip. Yeosang chuckles at the sight as he moves closer so his legs are touching yours. This time he reaches out to gentle cup your jaw, bringing your face closer to his for a kiss. You respond immediately as you throw away the controller and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.

Yeosang smirk against your lips as he pushes you down gently so you're laying on your back, climbing in top of you as he reconnects your lips. This time the kiss more desperate than before as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on his locks as he groans softly.

"You really don't want to know what I'm thinking right now." He groans, pulling back slightly so he's able to look at you.

A teasing smirk spreads across your face as you tilt your head slightly, staring up at him with a playful glimmer in your eye.

"Really? Well, maybe I do want to know. Why don't you show me?"

San

I feel like it could go both ways with San. I see him as someone who's quite romantic so I think he'd might plan some things such as your favorite takeout, or something like that. Or it'd be completely spontaneous. Let's go with the first one. San didn't particularly plan on having your first time happen that night but after you had finished eating and were settled on the couch it popped up in his head again. You had talked about it in advance, so it wasn't like he wasn't sure if you were ready yet. With that out of the way San wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you against him, making you chuckle.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to cuddle."

You look up at your boyfriend and notice a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Shaking your head playfully as you gently brush your thump across his cheek. "I don't think that's all you want to do. Am I right?"

San feels his cheeks heat up as he nods his head, his shy demeanor immediately making place for a playful one. San pushes you down gently until you're laying on your back and climbs on top of you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as neither of you can hold back your laughter.

You softly hit his chest as San smiles brightly at you, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a soft kiss against your cheek.

"Do you want to..?"

You nod your head as you grab the back of his neck and pull him down so you can kiss him properly. San eagerly responds as he rests his weight on top of you, practically pressing you against the couch as he grinds his hips into yours. You gasp into his mouth at the friction and pull his hair, making him moan in return.

Mingi

You two are just laying in bed, talking about random things when he brings it up. "I was just wondering.." He starts off, suddenly feeling quite nervous as he looks at you.

You softly nod your head, encouraging him to keep going, which he eventually does. "We've been together for a while now and I thought that maybe we could.. uhm.. you know.. if you're ready fo-"

You chuckle softly as you rest your head on your hand, staring at your boyfriend lovingly as his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. Mingi nervously bites down on his bottom lip as he waits for your response. Sensing his nerves you move a little closer to him and take his face in between your hands, bringing it closer to yours to press a kiss against his lips.

When you pull back Mingi is smiling brightly. The nerves from before disappeared as he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach.

"Of course I want to. Are you okay with this?"

You've never seen Mingi nods so fast in his life. Realizing that he must appear a little too eager he chuckles softly as he hides his face behind his hands. You laugh at his reaction as you take his hands in yours, pulling his back from his face so you're able to look at him again.

"Don't hide from me baby. I want to see you when we make love."

Wooyoung

You and Wooyoung have made out countless of times before, but you never went further than that. That's how you find yourself on your couch, your body beneath Wooyoung's as he's trapped you between his body and the couch. He might have gotten a little too jealous catching you talking with one of your friends. Not that you mind in the slightest when this is how he responds. He groans against your lips when he feels you wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against you.

Wooyoung pulls back, panting heavily as he stares down at you. Lust evident in his eyes as he tries to compose himself.

"Y/N.. I.. I don't think I'll be able to hold back if we continue this."

Instead of nodding and pushing him off of you, like he expected, he sees you smiling up at him and grabbing the collar of his shirt. Pulling him down so his lips are barely brushing against yours. His eyes find yours as he gulps softly, trying to look for any sight of discomfort. Only to see your smile turn into a smirk as you crook your eyebrow at him.

"Well, what if I don't want you to hold back?"

Wooyoung's eyes widen slightly before a bright smile spreads across his face. He crashes his lips against yours as his hands move down your body. You eagerly kiss him back as you run your nails down his back, making Wooyoung groan as he deepens the kiss. One hand finding your jaw as he tilts your head so he has better access.

Jongho

I think that with Jongho is would be a spur of the moment kind of thing. He hadn't planned it out but neither of you were complaining. The movie you had picked turns out to be quite boring, so instead of continuing to watch it you come up with a better idea. You swing your leg across Jongho as you straddle him, making his eyes widen as he reaches for the remote. Pausing the movie to give you his full attention.

"What's it baby? I thought you wanted to watch the movie?" He asks, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips as he looks into your eyes.

"Well, the movie is boring. I thought we could do something more fun."

Jongho instantly catches on as he chuckles softly, raising his eyebrow as he tightens his grip on your hips. "Ah really? Well what is it you're thinking about then?"

You smirk at your boyfriend as you run your hands down his chest, making Jongho gulp as he tries to keep his eyes on yours.

"Well, remember what we talked about the other day? I'm ready. If you are too."

Jongho hums in response as he leans in until his lips are brushing against yours. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

That's all Jongho needs to hear as he crashes his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him standing up, carrying you to what you assume is your bedroom as your back meets the matrass. Jongho climbs down on top of you as he reconnects your lips immediately. You run your fingers through his hair as his hands run all over your body, making you moan softly against his lips.

Jongho smirks against your lips as he pulls back enough to be able to look at you. "I've really wanted to do this for a while now. I can't wait to make you mine."

[roblox-milf]

post more shig or i will pee

noooooo anon dont pee not on my $85.95 Tomura Shigaraki Slip On Sneakers My Hero Academia Custom Anime Shoes those were from my late Meemaw 😨😨

dating hc's for vv pretty tall man

Even if he doesn't show it in typical, more expressive ways; Shigaraki cares for you. More then he'd like to admit.

He isn't romantic in a conventional way, he wont make brisket under a candle light dinner with a rose between his teeth but he will put cool rocks he found on the road in his pocket to gift to you later.

He doesn't say i love you. but he does randomly put his hand (pinky lifted ofc) on your face daily, awkwardly squeeze your skin and pat your cheek, and then walk away silently like nothing happened.

Tomura's not intimate, he doesn't kiss you or give you massages like other boyfriends do, and deep down he's distressed at the thought of you leaving him for someone who'd be more doting and open with their affection.

But to his surprise, you didn't.

you dont get frustrated at him when he asks for alone time or for you to not touch him for awhile, you simply nod and give him a friendly, reassuring smile that somehow makes his shoulders feel just a bit lighter.

and once he gets more comfy in the relationship, he actively seeks you out.

He lays his finger on your thigh, and lets his tired eyes flutter closed when you kiss him on the nose or forehead. He buries his neck in yours, breathes for a few seconds while you run mindful fingers through fluffy, pale blue locks of hair, as you mumble a soft 'love you' in his head. After a moment or two, you feel him nod and protectively curl his arms around your waist, and then walk away.

and u also make him take care of himself.

you have to force him to not crumble where he stands, he hasn't eaten a vegetable in 15 years please save him

he doesn't say it but he rlly appreciates it when you push him into small habits like washing his hands after pissing or not grinding his teeth when he's stressed.

You give him a fuck ton of fidget toys, like those rainbow poppets, rubix cubes, kinetic sand, and he genuinely uses them really often and seeing glimpses of his healing neck in the mirror makes him... feel something.

You & Toga do self care with him, it's mostly you guys with all the extra stuff because he's completely fine with his black nails and a peel off face mask.

You do have to actually ask and teach him how to groom himself because otherwise he would never do it by himself.

like after staging an intervention after he wore the same ankle socks for 2 months you do a deep cleaning on him like hes a honda civic

n after a 6 hour bath and a cup full of baking soda and several broken brushes the bath water is musky and brown, slivers of dead skin and dandruff bunched up in a chalky mush at the mouth of the tub, your shirt is soggy and covered in strands of pale blue hair, your feeling some kinda way, and Tomura is standing there in the midst of shampoo and chaos, shimmering like the bad bitch he is

but all this is not to say that he doesn't put any effort into this relationship either.

He tries, he really tries.

He tries to put on some suit and tie that he can barely move in, he tries to put on a smile and serenade you with smooth compliments and conversations, tries to ignore the wine-holding pricks in the restaurant that keep staring at his scarred face, but it end's up falling apart at the seams.

He goes to the bathroom, sits on the toilet for 2 minutes, and then exits with you in hand without paying and takes you to the nearest arcade and shoots children with you. (Laser-tag implied)

But he's alot more open in quiet moments.

He lays in bed with you, head cuddled up into your midriff, hands bundled under your shirt, and mind, for once, not racing, content in listening to you breathe and talk.

Tomura shigaraki has come to terms with it.

He cares about you,

a lot.

[rumblelibrary]

I need a very loving Laszlo smut, either top or switch with him, take it any direction you want, any build up, any kinks. But I just... my soul needs this V I need to see this man happy and satisfied

Coming Back Home [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Wife!Reader]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, mild victorian dirty talk)

Author’s note: I am weak to see this man happy, my mind went a bit overboard, but I just couldn't hold it back, to see him happy and fulfilled in all his means, professional and private. Thank you so much for feeding my obsession and being my supporter @cazzyimagines <3

The cold air hit him as a welcome back in the moment he exited the carriage, he was back in New York after six months of study and hard work in Wien, he hated and loved it: he learned a lot and got the chance to talk with some of the best alienists in the field granting himself some valuable resources and upcoming publications, the city was amazing and romantic. But all day, every day, he was with his mind on the life he left here, on you and your baby boy waiting at home patiently, easing his pains with letters and little colourful sketches, reassuring him that he would come back to the same house he left.

It was late, he could see the light in baby’s room was off already and it pained him to be late for the goodnight story.

The driver dropped his belongings beside the door with a huff before taking his money with a big thank you.

Laszlo nodded, a sense of tension taking over him, what if something indeed changed? What if you hate him for leaving for his own interest? Will his son remember him? 

The silliest questions took over him and he just rang the bell before the spiral would take over and make him sleep in the garden out of his imaginary shame.

Stevie opened the door and his face lighted up instantly, Laszlo’s hand moved close to his own face with a finger up to signal him to keep quiet. The young lad nodded opening the door more, but a loud whine came out of his lips when he saw the heavy trucks beside Laszlo. 

“Stevie? Who is it?”

Your voice vibrated through the walls enveloping Laszlo like a distant memory and a fresh breath of air at the same time.

Stevie mumbled something “Nobody Madam, only some funny head playing with bells at night” he said as Laszlo nodded at him.

He left the coat at Stevie with his gloves and hat making his way to the bedroom upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your vanity the first thing that appeared to his sight, he shifted lightly so he could spot your figure reflected in the mirror without being seen.

You were already in your white night dress, hair down wrapped in a braid that rested on your shoulder, his own dark blue night gown draped over you making you appear even smaller, a book resting in your hand, the other hand toying with the fabric of his gown. A soft sigh left your lips and a little smile, you are liking the book. You turn the page with your features lighting up by interest, he felt almost guilty to interrupt you.

“Guten Abend, my love”

Your head shot up, eyes wide in surprise, a smile growing on your lips as he walked inside the room revealing his presence. A sense of nervousness still on him.

“Laszlo” you called rushing to him, discarding the book and throwing the covers onside,  closing the distance between the two of you by jumping out the bed like an excited child. Your hands wrapped quickly around his neck, you pulled him in, lips clashing against one another. He smiled in the kiss, eyes a bit teary as the happiness you were able to blossom into his chest since the first time he met you was still there. He cupped your cheek with his left hand, the kiss being long and followed by little short ones, and then again a long one.

“You should have told me” You whispered and he smiled at you noticing how you also got a bit of tears streaming down your cheeks, but all due to happiness. You picked his right hand kissing it lovingly, oh that ritual of yours, that mindless action you always did to kiss the part of him he despised the most.

“Welcome home, my love”

He smiled widely, so wide he felt his cheeks and jaw hurt, while he leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying it. Your little telepathy thing, like he could pour his thoughts to you and vice versa.

In the meanwhile Stevie kept himself far from the two of you not wanting to interrupt or witness anything he shouldn’t. Laszlo pulled back from that position as he stared down at you, your eyes met again as you gulped down a little, his eyes travelling onto your neck as none of you seemed able to pick what words to let out first, too many informations gathered in six months that letters couldn’t covert.

His eyes raising up to yours, you moved first guiding his right hand still safe in your grasp inside that warm robe hiding your body, his fingers meeting with the obscenely thin fabric of your night dress, the shape of your breast clear under his touch, his thumb brushing over your nipple earning an immediate reaction from you. 

His breath itched, his tongue wetting his lips as you kept supporting his weak arm while his hand discovered once more what hidden treasure was the body of his wife.

His left hand undoing the silky bow around your neck that kept that useless piece of clothing closed, your breasts being exposed as he leaned his head down lacing his lips with you nipple and giving it a tempting suck, his tongue roaming over it as a sense of home and comfort surged into his stomach, then he spoke and his hot breath against your wet nipple made you shiver.

“Have you done the exercises that I gave you?”

“No”

His eyes shoot up at you, a mix between the need to scold you and desire in them.

“I could do it only with your letters” you added.

“Not touching yourself enough must have been painful, exasperating, you could have brought yourself to hysteria”

“I know, but I was waiting for this moment”

He smirked, the idea to be a vital part of your sexual expression turning him on immensely.

“Which letter was your favourite?”

“The one where you described your fingers inside me, I could imagine it so clearly while I was doing it to myself”

He almost let out a groan only by the sound of your words, the need to go knuckles deep inside you now almost impossible to hold back as the image of your distressed figure rolling onto the sheets trying to emulate that pleasure he only can give you clouded his mind.

His left hand almost angrily undoing the fabric belt the nightgown around your waist before moving behind your back to pull it off your shoulders, you gently let go of his right hand helping him in the task, your hands now tugging his jacket, his waistcoat, beginning already with his shirt buttons, you were so in need, but he was the same. He tugged his shirt off probably ripping off some buttons, the urgency you both felt filling the air.

His eyes trying to take in all your figure as you finally let go of that white dress.

“Oh, meine Frau, no statue or artwork or inspiration I have seen in this travel equals your beauty” he groaned as he felt like he almost forgot how he worshipped your body, how your only presence triggered obscene desires through him.

There was almost a moment of suspense before he leaned his warm body against yours, skin on skin again.

His erection already brushing over your lower stomach as you guided him onto the bed with you laying down for him. “Laszlo” you were about to beg him not to make you wait, not to tease you but his left hand fingers were already between you legs and a yelp of pleasure left you lips immediately.

“Soaked wet without me even touching you”

He was so pleased, you didn’t need to look at his face to know, but you whimpered when his long finger pushed inside you, he knew it, he knew exactly how to touch you, how to manipulate all of you. His lips laced to your neck, he sucked on it, bit it, hickeys soon will follow the passage of him. He is back.

To see your own neck pale and empty from his marks pained you everyday, but now he is at home and there won’t be a single centimetre of you spared. Another moan followed as his mouth found your nipples again, your legs trembling as a second finger joined the first one making you gasp for air. The ultimate pleasure approaching in you too quickly, abnormally quickly, but you missed him so much and six months without his care on you was a torment.

His prideful smile gave you the freedom not to restrain your pleasure, your hips jolting up and trembling, more wetness gathering on his fingers before he pulled them out knowing that it would make you feel empty.

He punished you with distance as he sat down on the bed, you crawled over him, legs still feeling like jelly as you forced yourself to straddle him. You didn’t need to rest, you wanted him to bring you to exhaustion and he knew it, he knew you won’t wait anymore. So you aligned him with your folds, his hard cock opening his way into you easily thanks to your recent orgasm, a loud growl leaving Laszlo’s lips.

“My wife, it appears to me that you’re back being a virgin after only six months away from me” 

You blushed because his words made you sensitive and proud in a very peculiar way, you moaned slowly beginning to ride him as he kept muffling how tight you’re pressing his forehead against your chest, his left arm wrapping around you. You voiced your pleasure freely, fingers tangling to the back of his head, now it was your turn to guide his pleasure, to set the rhythm, but the pace was slow and deep, the desire still feverish in you, but the closeness inspiring you tenderness. 

“How horrible to rest in the cold Wien without you, how empty to walk without your presence” he spoke directly to your chest, to your heart “every achievement was not an achievement if I couldn’t share it with you” he confessed, his hot breath against your breasts.

“You’re back now, next time we will come with you”

You smiled as his eyes shone looking up at you “my wife”

He loved to call you that, he always did, the pride in his voice when he asked you  to be his wife the first time came back to your memory. You didn’t need many nicknames, wife and husband, the holy duo, the balance, the symmetry.

“I love you, my husband”

You moaned against him, his fingers digging into your skin, his right hand settling over your hip.

You couldn’t guess how much it lasted, you impaled deliciously yourself over him, he loved to stare at you going on your own on top of him, love it, express fully your feminine power. His left hand teasing your clit sapiently mimicking your movements making it nauseatingly perfect, your mind clouded by pleasure. He cursed, he growled biting onto the side of your breast when filling you up and gaining another moan from you, he held you down as he kept rubbing your clit until he felt your walls clasp deliciously around him, he still didn’t want to move.

He loved to see you helpless, washed over by pleasure, legs jerking aimlessly and fingers pulling onto him and his hair.

You didn’t take time to recover from that second orgasm, his skilled fingers knowing their ways around you, you bowed your head joining your lips again, you still couldn’t believe it.

“I am such a lucky man to have you”

You smiled kissing his forehead “I am lucky with such a husband like you”

You stayed like this, hugging, the time to talk will come, the time to exchange gifts and come back to routine. But not now. After countless minutes you slowly shifted from that position, freeing his hard on from you but slowly moving beside his sitting figure staying on your all fours, the braid that held your hair almost completely loose.

“Come my husband, you only had one orgasm, I know you love even numbers”

The next morning the light from the window hit his eyes, he frowned stirring as he blinked tiredly. Your figure tangled to his in bed, the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead out of habit, the marks already forming on your neck made him proud, your regular breathing and gentle perfume mixed with the sweat of sex made his senses alive. You felt him move and woke up pretty easily, probably due to have slept alone for so long. You smiled at each other, no words yet needed, a soft kiss placed on each others lips.

The a soft sound, more like little sounds following one another, little feet rushing down the hallway.

“Mama” being whispered by a very shy boy, his clear brown hair peaking up from the doors.You smirked covering Laszlo completely with the duvets.

“My baby” you said sitting up holding the covers over your body.

“Mami!” He gasped surprised “what happened to your neck?”

“Oh, it is normal my baby, is it so late?”

He nodded and you smiled as he hopped on top of the messy bed, Laszlo smirked from underneath the covers, it seems like somebody took a habit of sneaking into the big bed.

You smiled as your boy resembled so much his father, he crawled to move to your lap and that’s when Laszlo sat up with a loud “Who’s in my bed?” holding his hand up like a claw.

The boy squared but soon threw himself against his father’s chest.

“Apa visszatért!!!” He shouted so loud at you like you didn’t notice Laszlo at all and you chuckled finding the two of them so adorable.

“I am going to get some breakfast done” you said willing to leave them their space. Laszlo nodded at you as you wrapped yourself into your dress and then the thick nightgown. You could hear them talk softly, Laszlo was all about speaking to him in his mother’s language but also in German, so your boy was always mixing the three. “Have you being a good master of the house while I was away?” “Yes Papa, I have been extra good and mommy was happy too, but it is not like when you’re here” Laszlo’s little chuckle won you over even by distance. You had to learn Hungarian through Laszlo, even if you were lucky enough to know German already. But how sweet it was to learn along with your boy.

“Little Andrea woke you up, mrs Kreizler?” The cook, a very nice and good hearted woman asked once you reached the kitchen still wrapped in your night clothes and redoing your braid.

“He did, but his father is back, I couldn’t detain him in any way” You assured as you instructed about the breakfast to make something special. When everything was ready and settled you saw the two of them coming downstairs together, Andrea holding his father’s weak hand into his, still babbling in German to him. The two of them still in their night clothes, you loved to be unruly with them, half of the world outside would be shocked to see a family have breakfast in their night clothes, but who cares. You sat all together as Laszlo begun narrating about his travel, Andrea almost forgetting to eat as he sat down staring at his dad with shiny eyes like he could disappear any time.

“Andrea, at least the juice” you said and he nodded vehemently in particular after you whispered something to his ear.

“Do you have secrets with me?” Laszlo inquired with a smirk, his messy hair a blessing in such bright day.

“Always had” you said with a smirk and he chuckled softly before standing up and leaving for a moment coming back with some boxes.

He handed his boy one and two to you, while Andrea was busy unwrapping the gift Laszlo moved behind your sitting figure “open the small one first”

You obeyed quietly as the box was clearly hinting it was jewellery, inside you found some white gold and blue sapphires earrings.

“Laszlo, you ..” He shushed you softly “come on, wear them for me, jewellery over night dress, a new fashion from Europe” He joked softly but you obliged his wishes putting them on, Andrea making happy cheering sounds as he found the model train of his dreams. The earrings dropped beautifully on you, framing the new Laszlo loved so much “I knew only a Venus like you could sport them” he said making you blush, he always spoke in a way that made you feel like courting never ended.

“What about this?” You asked about the second box and Laszlo smirked just gesturing you to go on. Inside there was a study for a portrait, your portrait, clearly inspired by the picture Laszlo had with himself of you.

“I met this young painter in Wien, a bit struggling with money but extremely talented as you can see, a craftsman that works with gold, I invited him to come here next month and work on your portrait, he fell in love with your figure already, I already know I will have to guard your safety.”

“What is his name?”

“Oh, he is not famous, Gustav Klimt”

“Well, we can make him famous then” you said and Laszlo just smiled more as you kissed his lips to thank him for the beautiful gifts, knowing Laszlo he probably had way more hidden in his trucks “I knew you’d say something this kind of sweet”

“Mama, you look beautiful” Andrea called you staring like he was waiting for you to say something and you smiled nodding “yes, now it is the perfect time”

“For what?” Laszlo asked as you took his hand guiding him to the living room.

“Please, take a sit now” you said slowly guiding him to his armchair, the comfort of the familiar place relaxed him, the fresh flowers in the vase, the books laid on the table.

“Andrea has a surprise for you” you said leaning to sit on the arm of the chair looking up a his confused face, but he was unable to let go of that smile creeping on his lips.

“Come inside darling” you called “we are ready”

You took Laszlo’s right hand guiding it on your lap, the curiosity already eating him alive as little Andrea came holding his little violin, still looking extra cute in that night dress that made him resemble some cute baby penguin. He puffed his chest blushing as you gave him a nod of encouragement, Laszlo’s eyes shining to see his son like this and the chemistry you two have.

“I have learned this piece to welcome you back home” he announced as his shaky voice betrayed a bit his nervousness.

He placed the violin carefully onto his shoulder resting his cheek on it, your hands holding Laszlo’s while tapping with you finger to keep the tempo for Andrea. The melody was simple, but quite impressive for such a young player, Laszlo was unable to look away from his son, from the way he relaxed while playing, for the way you clearly helped him to gain the confidence to do this little performance.

He looked up at you as you two shared that look of complicity.

Life was bright over Kreizler’s household. 

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[certifiedskywalker]

At Long Last Love has Arrived - Bucky Barnes

Loving Bucky has its moments; soft, tender moments that always seem to happen after he gets a good nights rest.

AN: Just a little drabble based off of this sweet lil diddy

Days when you woke up before Bucky were few and far between. On one hand you could count how many times you had stirred and stolen glances at your still-sleeping bedmate. Even if you did manage to wake without alerting him, Bucky would rouse mere minutes after with smug smile etched on his full lips as he caught you staring. On those rare occasions when you woke up before Bucky and he stayed asleep, you held tight to each second.

Though, this morning, you were clinging to the quiet peace on his face like a lifeline.

In the morning light that shifted through the blinds, Bucky looked as if he were the subject of a Romantic’s painting. His thick brows were relaxed, not tucked into their usual furrow that carved creases in his forehead. No nightmares, no terrors; he was sleeping soundly. 

Pink lips parted ever so slightly, in time with the steady rise and fall of his broad chest. Bucky was your breathing tide, his arms the current that held you close. Though, this morning, his arm, singular, was curled to his chest. He refused to sleep with the vibranium one on anymore. When you asked him why, he shrugged.

“Feel safe with you,” he said, “no need for it.”

You felt safe too, with Bucky. Everytime you tried to tell him so, he nodded through a frown. He had given you the speech before. The one about the access code to his brain, the series of phrases that trigger his transformation into, as he said, a monster. You had only seen it once before on video. Old security footage from Zemo’s first plot.

You insisted that you didn’t care, that the risks meant nothing when he was the reward. It was the only time you had seen Bucky cry. His face screwed up into a strained grimace and his eyes became rimmed red with tears he had been fighting. It was a sight that pained you.

It was a sight so different from the one before you now. Both of you, years after that speech, after Zemo, safe with each other. The change didn’t feel real. Almost too good to be true. It made you nervous. Not nearly as nervous as you had been cutting Bucky’s hair.

Shorn short now, the chestnut strands stuck out every which way against his pillow. Sharon cleaned up your work after Sam cracked one-too-many jokes about a ‘bowl-cut lookin’ job’. You were still getting used to the new look and his new, but still adorable, bedhead. It made him look softer.

So soft that you were tempted to reach out and touch-

“You’re staring.” 

You smiled at the low roughness of his voice. “Really?”

“Yes,” he drawled, his eyes still closed. “It’s really embarrassing for you.” 

Slowly, like the breaking dawn, Bucky opened his eyes. His lashes lifted from his cheeks and revealed the blue beneath his eyelids. A lazy half smile spread along his lips when he met your gaze. In a sleep-ridden, groggy motion, he shifted to lay on his armless side.

“Mornin’,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on yours.

“Good morning,” you beamed back. You reached out and brushed your finger through the locks of hair that were pressed against his forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, actually. You?”

You shrugged in reply and Bucky squinted at you curiously. 

“Everything alright? You feel okay or-”

“I’m fine,” you cooed, brushing your fingers through his hair once more. “It just feels like it’s harder to get to sleep. I’m...I’m waiting for it.”

“Waiting for what?” He asked, concern lacing in his tone.

“The punch to the gut. The big bad that ruins this,” you gestured to the space around and between you. “this is too good to be true, right?”

Bucky shook his head in disbelief, his hand reaching towards your face. His fingertips, warm against the skin of your temple, brushed back a few stray strands of hair. His touch eased the thoughts that swirled about your head. You leaned into hand and held his gaze. Blue eyes, with pupils slightly blown wide, scanned over your face.

“As someone who's taken a lot of gut punches, I can tell you that they’re not worth waiting for.” Gentle hints of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “But, yeah. You’re right. This is good but it’s true, it’s real.”

“It is,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling it down from your hair to your lips. You pressed a feather-light kiss to Bucky’s knuckles. The feeling was enough to shove a shudder in his breath and bring a smile to your lips. Hooded eyes lifted but did not meet your gaze. Despite the new lightness in your chest, Bucky wore a fresh frown.

“I never thought I could have this,” Bucky admitted, his blue eyes holding your gaze. “Thought I would die before I even got close, got love.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line and, to combat the ache his words bloomed in your heart, you leaned in. Gently, your lips brushed against Bucky’s, a silent ask for permission. Wordlessly, he closed the gap and captured you in a kiss. His hand slipped from yours and gripped your chin, holding you in place against his lips. Slowly, you pulled away, letting Bucky try to hold you in place by briefly biting your bottom lip between your teeth. The feeling sent a shock of giddiness through you, accompanied by a slipping giggle.

“You’re in love with me?” As you spoke, Bucky’s eyes opened dreamily slow. “How embarrassing for you.”

You expected an equally teasing retort or a swift lunge that pinned you to the bed, a promise of pleasure to fill the silence. Instead, Bucky only stared at you through his lidded eyes. Warmth rushed to your face fast; the feeling surprised you. While Bucky never failed to make you weak, he hadn’t made you blush like a lovestruck school child in ages. Under the sweet intensity of his eyes, you could feel the heated blood brush against your skin in a fervor.

“Buck,” you whispered shyly, tearing your eyes from his. When you looked back up, he was still focused on you, his face, still relaxed, was serious, nearly unreadable.

“I love you,” he swallowed and added, deeper, almost sadder, “I need you.”

There was a tremble in his voice that shook your core. It drew you in, forced you to scoot closer to him and hold his face in your hands. Rough and scratchy, the scruff along his jaw nipped at the skin of your palms. You could have cared less. You pulled him in, melded your lips to his until you worked as one. Until touching Bucky felt like touching the sky, some ethereal thing that belonged to no one but the two of you alone.

You wanted to, needed to keep touching, kissing him but the need for air overruled you. With a small gasp, you broke apart. As you caught your breath, Bucky leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. His nose brushed against your own, a tender nudge reminding you that he was there. Reminding you that you were safe.

“I love you too,” you said in a breath, “I need you too.”

You rested back, just far enough away to look into Bucky’s eyes but still feel the warmth of his body near yours. With your hands still cupping his cheeks, you pulled Bucky Barnes in for one more kiss, one more desperate than the last. Tucked into his chest, his lips, you closed your eyes. At long last, love had arrived; you weren’t about to let him go anytime soon.

[cyborg-franky]

Husband reblog prompt list? Well... I gotta....

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.” with Sanji? I'm obsessed with thinking about moving his hair to see both of his eyes at the same time.

Well I guess I could do something cute for my wife. Here's a little drabble for you my love.

GN reader x Sanji SFW Fluff Words: 695

Moments like this with the chef are ones you treasured the most. Moments shared just between the two of you. Sat next to him on the plush sofa, the aquarium behind you, the beautiful blues and pattern of the water cascaded over the table and the floor, shimmering beautifully and basking you both in an otherworldly light. You hadn’t been a member of the crew very long, but it seemed you and Sanji had become close in no time.

Something about him, the way he was with you over anyone else had touched your heart and allowed you the patients to see through the playboy flirt act Sanji liked to show himself in, like a cocoon of confidence that could easily be shattered if you really looked down into he core of it.

He let down those walls around you and you saw him for the romantic love-struck fool he’d tried to play down using his charm. Not to say he wasn’t still charming but the man here with you now, holding your hand so softly in his, was the true meaning of romance and devotion. The real heart of him.

You laughed at something he said, a joke about a time before you were on the crew, recounting the dumb things your captain had done in the past, never said in malice but in fond amusement. You felt your sides hurting, he was funny, the way he worded things always had your face sore from how much you smiled and laughed.

Sanji grinned seeing you happy, you loved this man, this wonderful person. You sighed softly, moving closer to him, your hands cupping his face, he blinked at you, how close you were now, intimate, caring. Your fingers rubbed his sideburns, feeling the tickle on your fingertips.

You went to brush back his bangs, a sweet and gentle gesture but he flinched, a wince clearly visible on his handsome face as he jerked his head back and out of your grasp, shifting back on the couch to get a little space from you.

“W-what are you doing?” his words lacked the normal confidence, a tremble in his normally smooth voice.

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.” His reaction had upset you, feeling bad that you had been the cause for his clear discomfort, how he had sat back, looking tense.

“I just” He started, he looked off to the side, silently battling himself on if he should show you or not, his eyes followed the fish, for a moment it felt like he had simply dropped the conservation entirely before he faced you, worried expression, curly brow furrowed.

“It’s not great under there” Sanji mumbled, shifting in place. You’d never seen him look this vulnerable, not even when alone with just yourself. “I’m sure it’s fine” you said, sliding closer to him, letting him know he had nothing to worry about.

He contemplates your words, trying to gage the sincerity in them before he closed his eye, taking a breath. He swept his bangs away from his forehead and you leaned forward, squinting.

“What?” You shook your head, a confused expression “What am I looking at? I don’t see anything?” Sanji blinked at you this time, unsure if you were fucking with him or really didn’t think there was anything wrong.

“My.. eyebrows?”

“Oh! Really? I thought you had something growing out your forehead or some sort of edgy skull tattoo or an exe’s name across your eyebrow. “You chuckled, softly, lacking any mocking quality to it. He was about to say something when you leaned up, kissing the curly brow that had been hidden only moments ago.

“All I see is more handsome man to kiss” you kissed again, this time the other one. “Just cute curly brows” kissing his nose. “Perfect” you finished, letting him once again hide the other side before you kissed him on the lips.

He didn’t even need to ask you if you meant it, the honest look of adoration in your eyes clear as day. Sanji smiled before he returned the kiss, holding you close.

[doctorslove]

Morning Cuddles with Ten

Summary: You and the Doctor have a soft, sweet morning in bed together. Kisses, cuddles, pet names, fluff. No plot, just the two of you being cute <3

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Gender not specified for the reader

Words: 647

You slowly opened your eyes as you felt a familiar nose brushing against the back of your neck. You smiled to yourself and took the Doctor’s hand that was wrapped around your middle into yours and gave it a kiss.

“Morning,” he whispered in your ear and it made your stomach feel funny just like every time.

“Good morning, baby,” you whispered back, closing your eyes again.

He started leaving little kisses to the back of your neck and behind your ear, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You should have known that the Doctor would be such an affectionate lover. Back when you were just friends he would not stop holding your hand or hugging you or kissing your forehead. And of course, ever since you got together things got a hundred times more intense. Every minute of every day he found a new way to feel you close and show you his love. Not that you complained. Quite the opposite actually, you tried to do the same thing.

As a result, you were always all over each other- which usually made every single person who would witness the kisses and little touches the two of you shared, roll their eyes.

The little kisses kept going, but you couldn’t resist turning around and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He smelled so nice there, you didn’t know how he did it, you didn’t even know if it was natural or his cologne but you couldn’t get enough. It was your favorite scent in the world and if you could stay there and smell him all day you would.

He kissed the top of your head and held you closely, his long leg resting on both of yours.

You always enjoyed those quiet moments with him and he did as well.

Having you in his arms, kissing you, being able to openly tell you how much he loved you whenever he wanted…was something new to him. Something that felt magical. The Doctor, due to his own rule, was never allowed to get this close to someone, but he fell so deeply in love with you that he could not deny it to himself any longer; or to you. He knew the love you had for him, he could see it and feel it and from the day he admitted his love for you he promised to himself that he would make sure that for the rest of your life there wouldn’t be a single moment where you wouldn’t feel absolutely adored. And protected. You deserved it more than anyone.

And he would have the privilege to be in your life and be the one to love you and call you his.

His hand was now resting on your cheek and he softly made you look at him.

He was so handsome you thought, with hair messier than usual and that smile that screamed I love you. You had to cup his cheek too and appreciate his beauty.

There he was, a powerful Time Lord looking at you with big puppy eyes, letting you know in every way possible that you were his whole world.

“I love you,” you said and his smile got even brighter.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

He leaned in and left a loving kiss on your cheek. And then another one. And then another one on your nose, then on your eyelids and then on your forehead and then back on your cheek.

“My everything,” he breathed out and kissed your lips, lightly like a feather.

“Stop,” you giggled and he laughed against your lips.

“What?”

“Morning breath,” you protested while still laughing.

“Who cares? I’m feeling romantic,” he laughed back and kissed you again.

You ran your fingers through his hair and made him look at you.

“My love. My Doctor.”

“My Y/N...”

He kissed you again.

[echo-of-sounds]

waking up

Small headcanons of how waking up with Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog would be like.

Warnings: nothing incredibly explicit, but a couple of these talk about sex

Aizawa Shouta

Waking him up: Most days, Shouta wakes early. His body’s used to rising early, so it naturally does on the weekends as well, as much as he absolutely hates it. To make up for the early rising, he chooses to lay in bed until the absolute last minute. Your body is often his pillow while he stews about the oncoming day.

If you need to wake him, expect lots of pushback and grunts and swears. Watch out for his hands. They might try to pull you under the blankets, halting your attempts and keeping you tight in his arms. That would be great if his work didn’t start in ten minutes. To help, have coffee and a muffin ready. The quick breakfast drives him just enough to get up and get dressed.

Waking you up: Don’t expect anything romantic. The guy can barely wake himself. Shouta goes with an ‘easy’ shoulder nudge. It could turn into a shove or squeeze if you’re a heavy sleeper. He isn’t mean about it though. He has no want to be your rude awakening. 

When you’re both able to sleep in, free from any tasks and jobs and errands, Shouta’s mind forgets about waking up, more preoccupied with staying beside you. He loves, but won’t admit, how much he loves when you’re facing each other and you hold him in your arms. Lips press over your chest. Legs languidly rub against yours. Brush his hair with your fingers, kiss his forehead, and whisper him back to sleep. He’d stay snuggled together like that all day if you let him. And it’s easy to do just that once you see him finally sleeping restfully. 

Yagi Toshinori

Waking him up: Toshinori doesn’t get the necessary amount of sleep. He’s also a fairly light sleeper, and stress and anxiety keep him restless. On the off chance he isn’t woken up by you getting up, usually, all it’ll take is a shoulder tap. It’s better to wake him with a cup of green or ginger tea in hand. The warmth eases his mind. And he enjoys enjoying the morning drink beside you.

It’s seldom for him to spend an entire day relaxing. When it finally happens, just leave him be. You can hear him tossing and turning, but restless rest is better than none. Eventually, he may stagger into the living room with groggy eyes and a drowsy smile. Invite him to lay on your lap. As your fingers comb through his hair, he nods off, motionless and content under your care.

Waking you up: Toshi, no matter if you slept in and need to rush out the door, gently kisses your forehead, welcoming you awake. His chilly hands are a shock but his warm lips compensate for it. He nestles close, continuing his butterfly kisses over your shoulders and neck. Your weak, half-asleep laugh is one of his favorite sounds.

If you had a bad night or he’s in a particular mood, he makes your preferred breakfast before waking you. While it’s preparing, Toshi crawls over you and lovingly massages your back. His whispers of your beauty touch your ears. His kisses on your neck rouse you. The kneading travels lower and, when you roll over to return the kisses, skims into your underwear, softly stroking you for the perfect morning orgasm.

Yamada Hizashi

Waking him up: You’re going to have to be quite stern with Hizashi. He’s a heavy sleeper. An alarm doesn’t work that well. Sunlight doesn’t faze him. Use food. Bribe him. Egg Benedict with extra sausage always works like a charm. The smooches he gives you in thanks are also nice.

Sometimes his sleep isn’t the quality it should be. Fidgeting and hyperactivity keep his mind from fully resting. You can tell by his eyes when it was one of those nights. He’ll stumble out of the bedroom at six in the morning, barely able to focus (mentally and physically) on anything. Brew some chamomile tea, hunker down on the couch, and, hopefully, he’ll doze off, resting on your tummy.

Waking you up: An alarm clock is the best way to wake up, so you don’t have to deal with the rude awakening that is Hizashi. He belly-flops on the bed and shouts your name. The morning is supposed to be a cheerful time. But he doesn’t understand (or just really doesn’t listen/care) how some need a more peaceful alarm than him.

Rainy and snowy mornings are excellent for staying snuggled in bed together. The covers are only opened for bathroom breaks or a snack run. Other than that, you remain cuddled up, making out during the commercials of old cartoons and dumb B movies. 

Toyomitsu Taishiro

Waking him up: Taishiro always manages to wake up in a great mood. It’s kind of weird. You could pour water on him and he’ll bid you good-morning with a laugh. But don’t do that. He doesn’t deserve it, and it’s a pain to dry the sheets. The sweetest way is to climb onto his stomach and kiss him awake. He sighs into your mouth, mumbling he loves you.

Since he only has one job, he can sleep in much more than the other guys. That means you’re getting cradled and fondled all morning. His joyful mood rubs off on even the grumpiest person. His kisses comfort even the saddest person. And since he favors sleeping naked, the petting generally leads to morning sex. His lovable and attentive fingers play with you, however you so desire.

Waking you up: It’s normal for you to come to, or at least stir a little, when he gets out of bed. The shifting weight is very noticeable. But it’s easy to adjust to. If he ever accidentally fully rouses you, he hushes you to sleep by stroking your head and softly whispering a lullaby. Despite his voice not being topnotch, it’s deep and soothing, ideal to drift off to.

Every once in a while, Tai treats you to a big breakfast. The smell of perfectly sizzled bacon and rising pancakes drifts into the bedroom, waking your stomach before your brain. And by God, his pancakes are immaculate: golden brown, round, fluffy, and buttery. They’re topped with peanut butter and drizzled in real maple syrup. It’s to die for.

Gang Orca

Waking him up: Kugo doesn’t sleep in. Once it hits five in the morning, he’s up. He enjoys the quiet time, watching the sunrise, and drinking coffee while reading a book. If he isn’t awake by the time you are, something’s wrong. He’s either sick, recuperating after a strenuous fight, or having an off mental day.

Don’t disturb him. Simply lay with him. He may wake from your touch, but it’ll also lull him back to sleep. Whatever he’s struggling with is alleviated with your presence. The covers are a small sanctuary that only you two get to experience. 

On the rare chance Kugo has the day off and chooses to stay in bed, he lifts you onto his chest. The downtime together is savored. It’s okay that you’re sleeping through it. Feeling your body, watching your face, and hearing your breathing is more than enough. Whenever you begin to rouse, he holds you close, stroking your back, assuring you your morning is as calm and gentle as can be.

Waking you up: Most often, you’ll need to rely on an alarm clock. Kugo’s out the door and working before you need to get up. Days when he’s home, he turns off the alarm and runs his fingers over your forehead and cheeks, calmly greeting you as your eyes flutter open. Your sleepy smile at him warms his heart. It keeps him coming back to you every morning, tenderly waking you for another day.

Hound Dog

Waking him up: This is a chore. If Ryo doesn’t want to get up, Ryo doesn’t get up. You can try ripping off the covers, rolling him over, bouncing on the bed, and playing loud music. He just doesn’t care. Like Hizashi, the easiest way is to draw him out with food. The instant you step through the door, carrying breakfast burritos stuffed with eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, salsa, and a plethora of vegetables, he’s bounding out of bed. 

Another surefire way is to give him a blowjob. His hormones are akin to a teenager. Morning wood is common and sucking him off, riles him up. The arousal overpowers any sleepiness.

Waking you up: Ryo enjoys licking your cheek. The sudden wetness is plenty to wake someone up. And it tickles as he nibbles behind your ear, especially with his cold, twitching nose. The more reluctant you are to wake up, the more his tongue prods. Don’t make his fingers join in. 

Ryo isn’t a snuggly guy, so snuggly mornings don’t happen often. Soak it up when your waist remains bundled in his arms. He’s big and warm and superior to any giant teddy bear. You may feel an occasional lap of his tongue. Your natural taste is the strongest in the morning, and he wants to lap up all of it. Your smell is similar. It’s possible it’ll draw his licking downward for the full experience, leading to sleepy, relaxed morning sex.

[achillieus]

we’re fools. (bucky barnes x reader)

summary: for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

(enemies to lovers trope or i watched the society on netflix recently and based this entirely on harry bingham and cassandra pressman)

pairing: college au!bucky x reader

warnings: alcohol, angst, too much tension, bucky and reader are stupid and in  denial, sexual tension all around the place

tagging: @tonystankschild​

(other parts)  (masterlist)

part 2/3:

And then it’s the last week of February and you have an assignment together, you and Bucky, the boy with black hair and a mind that you’re certain is not as clever as he insists it is. You know this cannot possibly end well. You feel it when he sits beside you and his knee brushes past your leg. You feel it when you take a breath and smell his aftershave. Sandalwood and vanilla. It makes you want to lick your lips. Please, get a grip. You try to get away, even propose to write the whole thing alone so you wouldn’t have to spend any time around him. In your mind, you call it self defense. But Bucky’s boastful and you can see him pumping the muscles in his neck, trying to intimidate you.

“My dorm, tomorrow at 7,” he says “Don’t be late.”

-

(your late night instagram search history)

(00:38 AM) #literaturememes

(01:15 AM) @buckybrns

(01:30 AM) #newgirl

(01:50 AM) @buckybrns

(02:10 AM) @buckybrns

You find it annoying; how he’s present even when he’s not around.

-

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that everyone, boys and girls, adore him alike. He’s charming, he’s crafty, he’s brilliant. He’s everything they want him to be and even more. It nearly condones his megalomania.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s aware he has an audience. Always plans his moves, knows how to play his character perfectly. He wears dark designer jeans and plain Henley shirts, buttons open, fabric tight around his biceps. Sometimes even a black leather jacket and a tag necklace. Girls are intrigued by the bad-boy, straight A student contrast, while the boys are envious enough keep him close and invite him to all of their parties. Bucky gives them whatever they need.

The thing about Bucky Barnes is that he’s utterly lonely. He has never said so, but it’s the truest thing about him. He has Sam. But for how long? Bucky’s used to people going away. It has been imprinted on him. His best friend, Steve, left with his girlfriend in an exchange program last month and Natasha, the one girl he ever came close to loving, just started dating Clint Barton. Clint fucking Barton. What a downgrade.

And then there’s you, sitting at the end of his bed, playing with the ring in your finger, reading some neatly written lecture notes. Usually, Bucky would think about 129 cheeky comments he could make to a girl in his room. But not to you. Are you sure, Bucky? He has grown accustomed to disliking you. It’s the one constant he has left and he’s not planning on losing it.

He leans down and takes the place next to you, a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

He offers and you decline.

“We need to concentrate on the project.”  

“You’re the biggest killjoy.” Bucky says with a hint of a smirk.

“I’m studying, Bucky.” He can see your left hand holding that dark green pen in a tight grip and your eyes trying to focus everywhere but on his face. He can see your hair glistening in the warm afternoon light that comes from his window. He can see the soft red blush on your cheeks and the beauty mark on your neck. What a tricky thing it is to see. And to feel. And to want.

Is that what dislike tastes like, Bucky?

-

He talks a lot, that’s the first thing you notice. He says all sorts of things, most of them having nothing to do with your project. You’re certain it’s because he’s feeling as uncomfortable and agitated as you. But still, it’s annoying as hell.

“Listen,” you say and turn to his side “I’m not going to fail this class just because you have the attention span of a two year old.”

A laugh escapes his lips and you watch, completely in awe, the way little wrinkles form around his eyes and his nose scrunches. Right now, he looks tender and warm. No, he doesn’t.

“I think we’re both pretty smart,” Bucky says nonchalant and wets his lower lip with his tongue, before he adds, “We’ve got this, so relax doll.”

There are rules, things that are solid, de facto.

Example 1: Bucky never praises you. At least not out loud.

Example 1: Not valid anymore.

Example 2: Bucky uses the word “doll” approximately ten times a day. To other girls. The girls he likes. Not to you.

That’s actually wrong, he called you doll the first time you met. That doesn’t count. He didn’t know you then.

Example 2: Not valid anymore.

It feels foreign. Pleasant and beguiling, but foreign.

“You always call girls “doll”. What is this?” You ask and he looks up. “Is it like your thing, your flirt move?”

Bucky meets your gaze, his forehead creased, and holds it for some seconds before he laughs again. Is this amusing him?

“No, I’m serious.” You bite your lip. “You even did it to me when we first met.”

“I did?”

Of course he doesn’t remember, what did you expect?

“Yeah, when you helped me find the admission office.”

“And you remember that, an entire year later?” He raises his eyebrows, looking entertained and partly interested.

Your mind empties and for some time you feel out of place, embarrassed. But you’re quick to recollect yourself. You can’t let him get you.

“It was my first day as a college student, I remember all of it.”

Liar. You don’t even remember who you sat next to.

Bucky smirks a little too long for your liking and then he leans in, his body bending in a way that makes you forget to breath. He’s so close and you only see blue, a rare kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the brightest shade of the sky at noon. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t that handsome. Handsome and indomitable. What an awful combination.

“Interesting.” He whispers and lies back, touching the wall.

You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and clear your throat.

“I should go, it’s obvious we’re not making any progress.” You pick your books and stand up. “Sometimes I wonder how you get all those perfect grades, you clearly-” You merely finish your sentence before he grabs your arm and swiftly, he has you pressed against his wooden bookcase. You don’t have time to blink.

What’s happening? He was sitting down a second ago.

“That day,” he says while his thumb draws circles on your wrist. “You were wearing a denim dress and some Saturn shaped earrings. And you were holding a cherry juice box.”

It’s utterly terrifying how your emotions toss and turn the moment you realize what he’s talking about and the fragile muscles of your heart ache because Bucky cares. Bucky remembers.

“It wasn’t my first day of college, but I remember.”

You want to throw up. Or kiss him. You’re not sure. You know you hate Bucky. Do you? You’ve taught yourself to. And it was never supposed to change. It shouldn’t have to.  

You part your lips to say something, anything, but he shakes his head and steps back.

“You should go.”

And you do. And you’ll never tell him, but you’ll always regret not kissing him then. You’re sure now.

-

your inbox, the next morning

(10:25 AM) from buckybrns@gmail.com

              I’m sending you our assignment. You only need to add a few things and it’s done. If anything else comes up, it’s better we work on our own.

-

For Bucky, it all came crashing down the moment he first saw you. It was all over the moment his eyes met yours. A gourmand perfume lingered in the air around you that day and it stained his pores. And it’s been with him since then. Clinging onto his flesh.

It’s partly obsessive and partly romantic and Bucky tries to keep it locked inside. He thinks he can make it go away easily, the way he flicks a crumb off his expensive cashmere scarf. He thinks if he doesn’t talk about it, it’ll be less true. That’s not how things work, Bucky.

Yeah, he’s starting to notice.

And he’s trying so hard to hate you. The problem is, he doesn’t think he can.

(his late night instagram search history)

(00:45 AM) #tomfordperfumes

(01:30 AM) @y/n

(01:50 AM) #funnycats

(02:15 AM) @y/n

(03:45 AM) @y/n

-

You make it your mission to avoid him and it’s going well until the fifth of March. You spot him at Sam Wilson’s party. You should have known he’d be here, they’re friends. There’s a thick cloud of cigarette smoke all around, but still, you can perfectly see him. He’s standing alone, his skin changing colors under the neon lights, a plastic cup in his hand, eyes crystal blue and swollen and fixated on you.

The room is small and everything feels known but unfamiliar at the same time; the atmosphere, his gaze, the lump on your throat.

They’re suffocating you, the looks you give each other.

-

“Buck, what do you want?” Sam asks, holding both vodka and gin and he observes the way Bucky merely turns his head to look at him.

What do you want Bucky?

Not to play a role anymore. For Steve to be back. Maybe, Natasha. No, he hasn’t thought about her in a month. Perhaps a Pulitzer Prize. Definitely a new pair of sunglasses. But there is one more answer he has behind his teeth.

Y/N, he almost says. Always.

“Vodka.”

-

He leaves before midnight and you can’t remember where the urge came from, yet you’re following him. You know he has noticed. But he just keeps walking until he reaches the door of his dorm and presses his back against it. He sees you and you see him and his eyes cut your heart open.

“Your place is on the other side of the building.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I just never got to say good job on the assignment and I wanted to.” You are unable to meet his eyes. You sound pitiful and you want to hit a wall; with your head.

Why the hell did you follow him here?

Because sometimes you do stupid things.

Bucky mockingly opens his mouth, as if shocked. It almost makes you groan.

“Did Miss high and mighty just comment something nice about me?”

“Why do you have to contradict everything I say?”

He shakes his head and you can feel your heart beat loud and irregular and it’s not because you’re mad. It’s because he’s coming closer, almost chest to chest now. And it’s because you can swear, he just glanced at your lips.

“Someone has to, you can’t act like you know everything all the time.”  

“I don’t do that, you don’t know a thing about me Bucky.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re Y/N, you like plaid skirts and Homer and dark green pens. You expect everyone to be perfect. You expect yourself to be perfect. And you always want to do the right thing.”

His pupils are dilated. Yours must be too. Bucky Barnes is dangerous and fatal. He makes your blood coil and your mouth dry. And there’s a tension, almost pain, almost agony, deep in your lungs and it burns. And you don’t know who leaned in first, probably you because Bucky isn’t that brave yet, but suddenly your hands are everywhere. Your fingers blending in his hair, his digging in the skin on the back of your neck. He’s bringing you closer and it’s a mess and all you can hear is the beating of your heart; a rapid vibration between your ears. It’s pure and raw and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

He tastes like ambrosia and a year-old despair and you think you can go on forever. You eventually break apart because you both need to breath and for a second you worry because he looks like he’s ready to cry, but instead he smiles, softly touching your cheek.

“Did I do the right thing?” You whisper.

...

feedback is so appreciated and motivates me tons, thank you :)

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Hello lovely! How pe you’re having a nice weekend!💕

I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if I could request a head cannon or Drabble of adult trip with a blind darling??

Hope you have a nice day!💕✨

Aww yeeesh! I did have a lovely day and a nice weekend, thank you so much! Here's your nice cup of Rose tea hon, enjoy it!

WARNING TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF AND A LIL BIT OF OOC! ENJOY!

Chrollo

Whether you were born like this or you had an accident that took your sight, it doesn't matter; Chrollo would do everything for you.

And when I say everything, I mean every little thing, from guiding you around the room to bathing you or showering with you to help. 

"Chrollo, I can do it; you don't have to worry" you chuckle nervously as his hand gently scrub your arm; you feel his fingers gently rub the soap on your shoulder, and you're hoping he can't see you blush. 

"Hush, dear, and let me love you" he kisses your shoulder, and you shudder at the feeling of his warm lips against your skin. 

When you casually ask how the clouds look like or what color is the ocean, or what color are the trees this time of the year, his eyes tear up a bit. He looks at you with a drunk love look and a warm smile.

 You're so perfect for him, because him being a romantic, this is the perfect time to be poetic. 

He will find an object that's very soft and very fluffy in texture; his hand will take yours and slowly drag it through the material so you can feel every single fiber of it. 

"That's how clouds are like, love. This time of year, the trees are red, and that's like cinnamon, and the ocean is blue, and aqua and those are like salty blueberries." 

"Ewww!" You laughed, and he chuckled, still holding your hand in his. This moment was a real treasure for him.  

"May I see how You look like?" He immediately tears up. This boi is low key the most sentimental in situations like these ones. He can't help but be overwhelmed. Sure he's a thief, but he's a humble one, albeit unfair on occasions but never with you. 

Chrollo takes your hands and places them on his cheek. Your fingers feel so soft on his skin, almost like you're afraid to damage him. They glide over his nose, feeling how it arches, over his eyebrows and his eyelids. 

Then they pass over the cross on his forehead into his hair, caressing it until your arms are looped around his neck and you hug him close, your ear on his chest listening to his racing heartbeat. 

"You have a strong heart" You can't see how his cheeks are tinted pink or how his breathing has picked up because, dammit, you're amazing at getting these kinds of reactions out of him. 

He will read to you, even though you have learned Braille. He wants you to be drunk on his voice and the passionate way he makes the story's impressions. 

No one, and I mean no one, is allowed to begin a demeaning sentence towards you or some comment about your blindness that makes you uncomfortable. He will shut them up with one look and the flare of his aura.  

When you guys go out, he insists on guiding you even though sometimes you have held him back before a car could run him over because he was too focused on taking care of you. He didn't see the vehicle coming. Ironic. 

"That was a close one, don't you think?" He kissed the crown of your head, holding you close as the two of you kept walking to your destination. "Now, do you believe I can take care of myself?"

"We'll see," he chuckles. 

Illumi 

Your encounter with Illumi is always a tale to tell. 

You see, you were at a coffee shop, drinking your favorite drink and eating a nice treat/pastry when he passed you by dropping one of his pins in the process. He had been so tired and beat that he didn't even notice. First one right there. 

"Excuse me, sir," You bend over and felt for the big round top of the pin until your fingers grasped it and held it tight, minding the other pointy side. "You dropped this" Illumi doesn't say anything in acknowledgment. He simply extends his hand to you. 

But you are not giving him the pin, and this annoys him so much. Then his eyes look up to yours. They are blueish but glazed over and almost white. You're blind. Illumi reaches for your hand, startling you for a quick second, but he picks the pin and lets go. 

"Is this seat taken?" He asks suddenly, and you smile towards his voice.

"Go right ahead." 

That day Illumi was so intrigued by you that he couldn't help but stalk you a bit, you know, for research purposes in case he ever finds an opponent like you. 

But it turns into so much more.

 He meets you every day he can, no matter where he goes with you. He makes no effort to help you, though, and don't expect him to do so. He appreciates you too much, and in his mind, you're like a wild cardinal, and if he were to help you, it's like putting you in a cage. Once he lets you free again, you won't know how to survive on your own. 

He wants you free. He loves you free. 

But that doesn't mean he won't be there for you or step in when circumstances are far too grave for you to handle. 

"Llumi, how does the sky look today?" 

"Gray. It's going to rain" his response makes you chuckle; you have never seen gray, but his honesty makes you smile. You outgrew your frustrations about this situation a long time ago. 

"Can we stay to feel the rain? I want to smell the petrichor once it's over" Illumi looks at you with the same expression he gives everyone. He knows you might catch a cold standing in the rain; he doesn't understand why all you said would be relevant. But then he reminds himself, he has taken for granted all of these things because he can see them. 

"Only a couple of minutes once its starts. If it gets bad, we'll go inside. You can smell the petrichor afterward" he holds your hand, and you two sit there on the park bench. 

Illumi doesn't get cuddly or lovey-dovey with you. Still, he will allow himself moments where he can't help but admire you and be grateful for having you in his life. He will never say that. Ever. But he'll think it.

One time he entered your apartment and found you sitting on the rug in the living room, reading Braile. 

"Illumi is so nice to hear you today. How was your day?" He's always impressed by your ability to sense him. When he asked once how you could recognize him if he was so quiet, you said you could feel his presence in the room since it was calming to you even when he tried to conceal himself. This melted his heart. 

"What are you reading" He came to sit on the sofa, his legs brushing your arms like a loving gesture. Your hand grabbed his leg, squeezing him in recognition, and then went back to the book. 

"Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Yes," It was a lovely evening that day. 

Just like Chrollo, he's very protective of you since his line work makes him kind of famous, some people are bound to have seen you and try to get to you to get to him, and this is where Illumi draws the line. 

Rest assured, no one will touch a single hair on your head if he has his way. The beginning of his bloodlust alone is enough to make everyone panic and turn away.

"Illumi, hon is alright, I'm here, I'm right here. Look at me" you would open the curtain of his luscious hair to hold his face and make him look at you. "I'm fine, see?" 

"They are not worth it," he says after holding you close to him. He'll kill them later. 

Hisoka 

This little shit will always be a little shit, in this case, a loving and understanding one, but still, the point remains. 

You bumped into him on the streets, and the minute it happened, it annoyed him so much. He was in the process of turning and giving you your dues when he noticed you had actually stopped and been grabbing his wrist. 

"I apologize, I'm so sorry" you're not looking at him, and that annoys him even further. 

That's until he notices your vacant look and your body language. You may not be looking at him, but your whole body is poised to listen. Listen to him. 

"Are you blind?" He blurts out but not really; his smirk says it was intentional.

"All my life, sir," you chuckle, letting his wrist go and leaning a bit on your white cane. 

This makes him giggle, and he invites you for a coffee if you're available.

The rest after that marks your relationship. 

Hisoka behaves like a child whenever he's around you. He hides his presence to try and scare you, but you can always sense him. You can even imagine him pouting as you find him and poke him with your cane. 

"Not fair, little fruit." 

"You smell like bubble gum, hon," you chuckle, bringing him down to kiss his cheek. 

He holds you close and loves when you let yourself go and depend on him a little.

 Lke him cooking for you, doing some chores around the house (He doesn't have to, and you tell him that, but he just says you'll have to reward him later), and the two of you baking together—with him covering you in flour as much as he can without you noticing.

"Soka, I know my cheeks and forehead are white; you are a terrible boyfriend, love."

"Mmmmm, so mean, (Y/N)-chan" He kissed you as he puts more flour on your nose. 

Hisoka knows he has to leave for extended periods since he can't stay put in one place plus his job. But will always call you and answer your phone calls no matter if he's fighting with someone at the moment.

 "My precious darling, I *grunts* I'm in the middle of breaking someone's arm at the moment *huffs* can I call you later, love?" You cringe at the sound of the bone-breaking over the phone but chuckle slightly at his antics.

"Yes, you can, Be safe" oh, oh, oh he loves your concern for him. It just makes him moan obscenely in the middle of the fight, making his opponent disgruntled and allowing him to finish them off.

"On second thought, dear, we can talk right now. I'm currently free." 

He will bring you stuff from his travels and jobs, all with different textures and pleasant smells so you can experience them. 

Now this, this is the moment of truth. While you're distracted touching everything he brought, he takes away his texture surprise. Suddenly he lifts your hand to touch his hair, then his face and arms. 

"How does this one feels, mmm?" He hides the fact that he's nervous by being playful, but you can feel him being stiff. 

"It feels soft," then your fingers gingerly brush a big scar over his chest "it feels like no matter what, I love you. Like you can trust me with each one of these" 

He won't admit it, but it's nice that you can't tease him for his blushing cheeks and aghast expression. But he chuckles to alleviate the lump in his throat as he takes your hands in his and pulls you in for a hug. 

When the two of you go out, he's always holding your hand, or you're holding his arm. He has convinced you to not use your white cane while walking with him. He'll be your eyes. 

The moment someone bumps into you…

"Hey, watch where you're going, woman!" 

"Oh, so, so sorry, sir," you apologize, and Hisoka is smiling at the man. 

"Yeah, you better be" 

"Little fruit, do you want to know how fluttering butterflies feel?" As he says so, your face is tickled by a lot of fluttering little wings, and the experience mutes the man's screaming as he Hisoka gently drags you away. 

[cursestothemoon]

Hi Charly! Could you do a headcannon about Fred and his virgin girlfriend having sex for the first time? But she’s feeling self conscious because he’s more experienced and she’s worried about not being as good as his past partners not me projecting or anything 🙃

as a virgin who cant drive this request really resonates with me

welcome to the fred show pew pew

ill stop.

17+ IF YOU ARE TAGGED AND DON’T WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW

warnings:NSFW, vaginal penetration, loss of virginity, fingering

ok so

first i wanna get into fred before you came around

his sex life specifically

i think fred likes to have fun

nothing wrong with that

so yeah he's been around the block

a few times

so he knows what he's doing when it comes to sex

he takes pride in how good he is honestly

but i also think his first time wasn't all that

he probably lost his virginity rather young

14 maybe 15

the girl was 16 maybe 17

and he kind of pressured himself to lose his virginity after hearing his amazingly cool older brothers talking about 'this bird i shagged...'

it was bill

and fred loves bill

idolizes bill

so in his efforts to be just like him he had to lose his virginity

which he did

but he was beyond nervous and fidgety

he's almost certain the girl felt so bad she lied and said she finished when really he was in there for two minutes TOPS

but he got better over time

also he made sure that the person he was with finished first because he's still a little embarrassed abut that first time

george is the only person who knows about his first time, he didn't want anyone else to know

ESPECIALLY bill

anyway

so by the time you guys start dating fred is very experienced in the bedroom

you are not

you are a virgin

thats ok

😌

i feel like fred would just assume your not a virgin if you didn't tell him otherwise

because 1) you are drop dead gorgeous and could get it literally any time you wanted

and 2) he just assumes everyone does it unless told otherwise

you would be talking one day and somehow your first times would come up and fred would go beet red and admit how terrible it was for him

and then you'd kinda just 🙂

because you don't have a first time story

fred would not catch on at first

he would be very confused

then you'd go pink and come out with it

"...i'm a virgin, freddie."

he was honestly surprised

but once he noticed how genuinely uncomfortable you were admitting it, like it was something bad

he'd go into protective, comforting freddie mode

would go above and beyond to tell you that it wasn't a bad thing at ALL and he wishes he would've waited

and then he goes

"now that i know, i'm going to make sure your first time is amazing, love."

then he'd kinda just pause and go red again as he thought about what he said

"i mean, assuming you'd want your first time to be with me. totally cool if not, but i reckon that would be rather odd considering we are dating... unless you are breaking up with me...wait don't break up with me."

you'd just giggle and pull him into a kiss

"i want my first time to be with you, only you."

"i am so glad we are on the same page."

ok fred would go ALL OUT to make sure your first time was amazing

unforgettable

and you ARE finishing.

it would be over summer

you're staying at the burrow for the next month

and fred has it all planned out

you had told him you were ready a few weeks ago and he told you he wanted to surprise you for your first time

so you've just been waiting

he'd set up a cute little tent in the meadows of the burrow

string up some lights in the trees

plethora of blankets and pillows in said tent

wait i forgot their tents are like huge inside

aW WAIT IT WOULD BE LIKE A WHOLE CUTE LITTLE ROOM

STOP🥺

anyway

he'd have some food

some water

many condoms

he's so excited

oK so the sun would just be setting

and fred says he has something to show you outside

he also knows with a full house no one is going to come looking for you two, but just in case george knows the plan and is there for damage control just in case

so you go out with fred and hes practically skipping and hes all giggly

and you are starting to feel his giddiness so you guys are just this giggly mess together

then he gets to the spot

the sex tent

and it's beautiful

you are blown away

and he is just so happy seeing you happy

so you guys eat a little

talk

have some fun

he will feed you food to be romantic

you will get a grape dropped down your shirt

fun times all around

and then your eyes kinda lock

and his are all crinkly from laughing

his freckles just a bit more prominent in the summer season

you are suddenly hit with this intense feeling of love

how much you are in love with him

how much he's in love with you

and you're sure you've never been more ready than you are right now

fred is feeling floaty

you are looking at him with this look in your

and it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy

he'd reach out to cup your cheek, his thumb gently running across your cheek bone

then he'd pull you closer and rest his forehead against yours

your nose would brush and he'd run the tip of his nose along your nose before placing a kiss on it 🥺

you push forward and capture his lips in a kiss

and its on.

he pulls you into his lap

you guys are in heavy a make out

his hands are on your ass

your hands are in his hair

then he pushes you closer with his hands on your butt

the feeling of his hardening cock in his trousers against your clothed clit has you shuddering because jesus christ almighty

you've never felt anything like that before

you whimper into his mouth and fred is sure he's died and gone to heaven

so he does it again

after a few more times youre moving your hips on your own accord

you'd never admit to him that you'd fantasized about this very moment

in this very position

but instead of him it was a pillow you were grinding against

anyway

you guys moved to the bed in the tent

fred pulls away and he's holding your face in his hands so gently and looking at you with so much love

"I need to know that you are completely certain that you want this. I need you to be absolutely sure, love."

"I want this. I want you."

there was no hesitation in your voice

so he'd slowly take off both your clothes making sure that at any given moment he's got more off then you to make sure you never feel uncomfortable or embarrassed

so like if you've got your shirt off, fred has his off two and is working on his pants THEN he'd move your pants

now you are in your bra and underwear

he's in his briefs

and he can't help but take you all in

your skin

your curves

each dip and line

everything about you is just so beautiful

and he's just barely touching you as he's dragging the back of his fingers down from your neck to your belly button just watching as your skin erupts in goosebumps

he's never seen anything so beautiful

i think it was in that moment that he knew, no matter what, he would always be in love with you

all of you

he looks for your approval before reaching behind you and unhooking your bra

when your bra comes off thats when you get the butterflies in your belly

and lets be honest

on the inside

fred's a mess

like he might get choked up

regardless

the tiddies are out

fred leans down and starts to place slow, loving, kisses across the skin of your chest and in the crook of your neck before trailing them down to your breasts

you let out a shaky breath as he takes your pebbled nipple into his mouth

his hand moving to tease the other one

he's sucking and licking the sensitive nub making you breathless

then he'd drag his tongue down to your belly button then just below it before sucking a hickey onto your hip

he'd KISS IT AFTERWARDS TOO 🥺

he'd look up at you silently asking if you were ok and if he could remove your panties

you nod

youre nervous and excited and just ready

so he pulls off your underwear

and suddenly you feel very naked

but you also feel more comfortable than you ever thought you would

because it's fred

and he's your best friend

and he's just so

comforting

and you'd trust him with your life

so its a positive experience

his brings his thumb to rub gently circles on your clit before running two fingers up your slit to collect your juices

you let out a breathy moan as he slides a single digit into your entrance

his head is resting on your thigh placing sweet kisses on the skin as he adds in a second finger

his other arm is hooked around the thigh that his head is resting against, with his hand falling just close enough to your cunt that he can rub slowly, tight circles on your clit

you cum pretty quickly from fred's intense, intimate fingering

and he makes sure to make a show of putting his fingers in his mouth moaning at the taste of your release

he moves up to your lips, pulling you into a kiss

and you can taste yourself on his tongue

and there is something so erotic about it

that has your pussy clenching

ok so he pulls off his boxers and you audibly gulp

he's

l a r g e

and he notices your apprehension

he doesn't want to lie and say its not going to hurt

because in all honesty it might hurt

fred presses a calming kiss to your forehead as he lines himself up with your entrance

"im going to go slow, alright. if at you want me to stop tell me, ok, bunny?"

"ok, i might be bad at this."

"never"

aND HE'D SAY IT WITH SUCH A SWEET SMILE AND THIS LOVING TONE

BECAUSE YOU COULD NEVER BE BAD AT ANYTHING EVER IN FRED'S EYES

ESPECIALLY THIS

BECAUSE HE THINKS YOU ARE LITERALLY PERFECT

AND HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

anyway

it does hurt a bit

its uncomfortable

you do get a little teary because of the dull burn of the stretch

and fred's heart aches seeing the way your face screws up in discomfort

but after a few minutes

and a few kisses from fred

youre ready for him to start moving

he starts off slow

the pain is starting to dissipate

and it begins to feel really good

like really good

i forgot to mention it earlier but fred IS wearing a condom

back to the story

so pretty soon you guys are enjoying yourselves

fred is kissing on your neck and lips

youre tugging on his hair and letting out breathy moans and whimpers into his ear

you cum a second time before fred spills into the condom

he slowly pulls out

and the feeling of emptiness after he does so is your new least favorite feeling

you are just craving to be near him, to be impossibly close

he pulls you into his side and starts peppering kisses along your hairline

and his fingers are running up and down your back

and hes just holding you so tight

stop🥺

"i love you, bug."

"love y'too, freddie."

your slurred words made it lear to him that you were starting to fall asleep

you guys would have to wake up super early the next morning and sneak back into the house

and you'd both be super giggly and cuddly and just hanging off each other

fred wouldn't want to let you go and would pull you back into him every time you tried to leave and go into ginny's room (where you were staying)

aW then for the next few days you guys just cant keep your hands off each other

and you both are so in love

sHUT UP I LOVE FRED WEASLEY

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