#laughed when i accidentally got cream on my nose

[itsalwayslearning]

It's time to let yourself truly feel.

Let yourself smile widely when something makes you happy. Shut your eyes and savour the warmth of the sun. Let your hand linger on soft materials. Hug yourself deep into the cosiness of heavy blankets. Greet the birds in the trees and the cats in the street. Dance to the music that makes you happy. Cry to the sounds that resonate deep within.

Whether or not you recognise it, you have been happy. You have been sad. You have been tense. You have been excited. You have been you. In most cases, there should be no harm to externally expressing that.

It's time to let yourself feel. Internally and externally.

[atrirose]

𝒥 : PLACES THEY LOVE TO KISS — enha

はい bf!enha x f!r . . . 🍵 warning. kissing duh ! + FLUFF ★ seiu msg: wanna get back on to writing stuff soon in the mean time enjoy this! rbs/feedbacks are appreciated

— HEESEUNG LEE

heeseung loves kissing your neck because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he loves the sudden shocked squeak you let out when he random kisses your neck, he came behind you, gracing his cold lips on your neck “AH what’s wrong with you seung” you turned towards him, your hand on the place he kissed “my lips are cold, i ate ice cream” he said pulling you back “so?”

“so i gotta warm them up” he said as he bit ur neck lightly, kissing it, his breath leaving tingling feels down your spine, something about neck kisses just makes you feel light headed “i know you love it princess” he whispered, his hands roaming around your body as he blabbers like a loser.

— JAY PARK

jay loves kissing your lips, though it very common but for him it is special, he love the feeling of his lips against yours, especially after you put on lipgloss or lipstick “jayyyy i just put it on, look it’s all smeared and on your lips too” you said frustrated as you try to fix your lipstick, “it’s a nice colour i like it on you” he said snaking his hands again around your waist as he turns you around “doesn’t give you an excuse to ruin it, and we have to go or else we will be late to the party” you said resisting his touch as he leaned over again.

“doesn’t matter” he said as his lips moved against yours, his hands around you waist, him teasing your lips by lightly nipping on it, your hands in his hair tousling it.

“we got stuck in the traffic sorry” he said to his friend as you shot him glares, did i forget to tell you that he loves kissing you when you are mad at him? works like a charm, all the anger goes poof.

— JAKE SIM

jake loves to nom on your cheeks , he says it’s like bread. he loves to peck your cheeks at any given moment, or just have his face smooshed by yours, if he could he could live under your skin. jake likes to bite your cheeks while pecking them despite being warned a hundred times to not, but how can you resist his puppy eyes.

sometimes he get this kissing aggression towards you where he just keep on kissing and giggling as you try to escape him “jake too much” you say as he kissed you all over your face, “not enough” he said as he continues smooching your cheeks, biting them “nom, you taste like strawberries” jake hugs you as he calms down, cuddling you.

— SUNGHOON PARK

he loves collarbone kisses, loves to randomly feather kisses around your collarbone while cuddling, exact reason that despite being so tall he like you be a small spoon most of the times, likes to be a princess “hoon it tickles” you said as he pressed kisses, he loves when you wear off shoulder as he gives him easy excess but if not then he just pulls the piece of clothing you are wearing to expose your collarbone, now that has gotten him in trouble when he accidentally rip your clothing’s neckline but that obviously never stopped him.

“i will get you more mmm” he said as he kept kissing you, he loves to inhale the soft and mild scent of your perfume.

— SUNOO KIM

loves to kiss your forehead, to appreciate even the smallest of things you do for him, while that’s very sweet of him and you love it with all your heart, there are times when he likes to annoy you by kissing you after applying your lip tint so now you have kiss mark on your forehead, or kissing it and then telling how small you are.

towers over you sometimes so you look up at him and he can kiss your forehead.

“i got nice scores this time” you told sunoo as he smiles and kisses you forehead “im proud of you love”

— JUNGWON YANG

he likes to kiss your nose, just a little boop to make you laugh, you talking about your day? oh he is so in love, boop, you are cooking? he is drawn in by your beauty, boop, you are just laying around? you look so cute, he can’t believe you are his, boop.

“why do you like kissing my nose so much” he looks at you as he smiles, eyes closing like a cat as he kisses your nose “because you are cute” it’s a way he expresses his love, it’s his way of saying he treasures you and a simple expression of his limitless love for you

— RIKI NISHIMURA

he loves to bury his face in your neck after a long day and kiss your shoulders, just like sunghoon he loves when you wear off shoulder dress or else he just pulls on them, but lucky for him you wear his oversized hoodies all the time so it’s easy to gain excess, sometimes it’s hard to express who he feels, or how much he loves you so he just kisses your shoulder and hope you understand his attempt to say ‘i love you’s’.

“what’s wrong baby” you asked as you played with hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck “just tired” he said nuzzling “aww poor baby” you said as you kissed his head “you better not tell how act with you” he warned you still kissing your shoulders.

“like a baby? AHH-” your giggles turned into sudden shock as he bites you “oh that left a mark” you smacked him with a pillow as he laughed and dodged it “not tired anymore huh?” you said pouting moving away from him just to get pulled back to his lap “i am” he pecked you “meanie” he snicked at your pouty lips before kissing it.

[hearts4chriss]

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐁𝐒𝐅! 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐏𝐎𝐂 𝐛𝐬𝐟

prompt by this request: "chris getting jealous bc his bsf seems flirty with matt so he confesses his feelings and it ends with smuttttt”

contains: HELLA SMUTTT, Chris confessing his feelings, mad jealous Chris, dom!chris, suggestive, “flirting” w Matt??, Chris and yours first kiss, choking, spanking, degrading names (slut, whore yktv), MUCH dumification, use of pet names (mama, baby, sweetheart, good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl ), stomach bulge!, flashbacks of Chris fantasizing about you, overstimulation, cream pie, squirting, Chris having a massive cock obviously, missionary, slight m!oral, aftercare as always!! Heavy ( bath tg, praising, concerned!chris reassurance

a/n- this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so here it is

For years, since we were kids. I’ve always had a huge crush on my bestfriend.

I couldn’t get over her no matter how hard I tried and it grew more and more especially since she lives in LA now and we see her almost everyday.

It got worse. So bad. I needed her

I remember seeing her in an orange bikini complimenting her gorgeous features. The way the bottoms hugged her curves making her ass pop out was enough to make me finish in my pants.

She was gorgeous, I wanted to have her badly but it was Nearly impossible fo get her alone.

Especially with Matt around. It pissed me off when I’d see them laughing together or making tiktoks.

That’s my girl

I remember sitting in my room scrolling on instagram when I got the notification she posted on her story

Fuck she looked so good.

the way the grey shorts hugged her ass just how I liked, she looked so gorgeous too.

I, unintentionally started palming myself through my sweats.

I couldn’t help it she had such an affect on me.

I pulled my sweats down revealing my boxers with a wet spot where my tip was.

“Shit”. I groan pulling them down fully as my dick slapped against my stomach begging to be touched, wishing it was her hand and not mine.

I began to stroke myself with shaky hands imagining it was her lips wrapped around me and I throw my head back against the pillows as my mind wandered

She was irresistible, I had to have her.

We always had a flirty thing going on and I didn’t think it would get this far.

Until…

Today was on of those days where I was in the kitchen leaning on the counter drinking a Pepsi pretending to watch TV as I listen to her faint giggles as her and my fucking brother watched TV.

I felt my hand tighten around the can as I saw how close they were, knowing he didn’t like her but I didn’t care. I wanted her all too myself.

I sighed throwing my can out coming up with an idea to figure out a way to get her for me.

Matt and nick going to get food.

“hey Matt, wanna go get some food? Y/n likes this Chinese place it’s about an hour away, nick prob wants to go”. I say smiling with a cocky grin and he rolls his eyes.

“Okay fine I’ll be back in like 4 fucking hours nick let’s go!”. Matt tells and Nick comes downstairs.

“Y/n, you’re so lucky we love you”. Nick says sarcastically and they walk out the house but fuck something about the way Matt looked at her before he left just made me more pissed off.

“Chris?”. I stand up adjusting my shorts as the grey material rolled up my ass and my tank top hugged around my tits the watching Chris’s eyes wander.

“What the fuck are you trying to do to me”. Chris mutters into my ear, his hand wrapping around my neck and my breath hitches.

“W-what are you talking about?”. I shudder as his blue eyes pour into mine with an unhappy expression giving me a pity laugh.

“Flirting with my brother in front of me? Seriously?! Is it not obvious how much I want you?”. Chris confessed his nose touching mine making me gulp, my thighs closing together accidentally.

There was no doubt Chris was attractive but hell if I knew he liked me shit I’d probably let him fuck me or something.

“You? Want me?” I said slightly confused and utterly shocked and he takes a deep breath.

“you have no fucking idea how much I want you, and I have no problem showing him that your my girl”. Chris gave me a sly smile picking me up by my ass carrying me downstairs to his room.

“C-Chris wait-“. I was cut off by him kissing me and I melt into his touch. His hands grip my ass tighter making me gasp, his tongue massaging mine as I moan into the kiss.

“Strip”. He demands standing me up and I tilt my head. And he gives me those eyes and immediately comply beginning to peal of my clothes leaving me in a matching set of orange. Chris’s favourite colour.

“Fuck ma you look so pretty..all for me right?” He asks his hands playing with my bra strap making my panties dampen.

“Yes Chris- all for you”. I match his gaze and he smirked pushing me on the bed as I scooted back leaving him room to climb above me.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you”. Chris leaves a soft kiss to my cheek practically ripping my panties off me and I squirm.

“Chris! I liked those!”. I whine and he rolls his eyes pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one movement and his thick, and painfully hard cock springs out hitting his stomach and my heart beat picks up

how the fuck was that supposed to fit inside me?

Chris took in my nervous expression and let out a soft laugh placing his hands on my thighs

“Spread ur legs for me”. He taps my legs and I spread them apart revealing my wet pussy, the arousal glistening on my inner thighs.

he runs a finger along my slit and I jolt slightly at the sudden sensation.

“shit- ur so wet, did i make you like this? Or was it my brother”. Chris asked tilting his head, his jawn clenched ans my breath hitched as he continued moving his finger.

“No answer? Guess I’ll fuck the answer out of you”. Chris pressed my legs against my chest before slamming his cock deep inside me, stretching me out painfully I almost couldn’t take it.

“f-fuck Chris! T-too much!”. I stutter trying to push his hand away but he quickly slaps it away, using my legs as leverage to begin pounding my inside me.

Chris didn’t give me time to adjust to his large size, tears already forming on my eyes from the pleasure.

“shit- your pussy feels so good, better than I’ve imagined”. He let out a deep groan watching how my pussy sucked him in, Chris’s hips driving into mine as I squint my eyes shut.

“Already becoming a mess on my cock? Should’ve kept matt here so he could see how much of slut you are for me”. Chris grips my neck angling his hips to thrust deeper and I squeal, my eyes meeting with his blues, an electric feeling shooting through me.

He wouldn’t let up his pace, his cock plunging into my tight hole as the pain turned to pleasure thankfully as my cunt morphed to fit his dick.

And Chris was fucking right, I was a slut for him and I has tried to hide it this whole time by being innocent and flirtatious with his brother but the second I was underneath him, I was begging for him to touch me

“Oh shitt- d-don’t stop- fuck”. I throw my head back on the soft pillows, moaning curses breathlessly, my tits bouncing with his quick and hard movements, bound to leave bruises between my thighs burning with sensation.

“mmph fuck- wasn’t planning on it pretty girl”. He moaned, completely infatuated with how I wrapped around him perfectly, like I was made for him. And shit- was he made for me.

She felt so good, almost as if her pussy and every thing about her was made for me.

I couldn’t get enough of her, the Moans and squeaks of my name leaving her swollen lips could’ve made me cum on the spot.

the way she could barley form a sentence as I fucked her, and I wasn’t even close to being done with her yet.

I was going to make sure she knew that she was mine, my fucking girl.

“Chris-you feel so good”. She moaned my name again, turning me on much more than it should’ve, the way her eyes barely opened, and how she’d bite her and stare at me grasping her breasts.

“yeah? you like when I fuck you dumb like this? Can’t even get a word out?”. I taunt, I gripped her neck tighter, her legs finding their way up on my shoulders crying out my name like it’s the only one she knew.

I couldn’t even answer, the things he were asking me required my full attention and shit- I was so far gone.

“I suggest you answer me ma because your about to to cum”. Chris presses his chest on mine, our noses touching as he breathed heavily into my mouth while I reciprocated the same action.

“mm-m I-fuck I-i love it”. I shudder on each word, praying he heard me because I really could not talk right now. I squeezed my eyes shut and he chuckled seeing how speechless he fucked.

“God I could listen to you like this all day”. Chris grunted into my ear as I felt the stomach coil I had began to burst unexpectedly from the overwhelming pleasure.

Chris made me squirt

“S-shit! I’m sorry I-“. I shook as the fluids made a mess over his lower stomach but gasping as he didn’t slow down.

“Never apologize that was hot as fuck- got one more in you?”. He pants resting his head on my shoulder quickening his pace and I whimper gripping his back.

“Oh god Chris- I-I can’t”. My nails run down his back making marks and he bites his bottom lip as I pulled him closer.

His hips pushing into mine, as my juices had coated his cock, leaking out of me creating a wet sensation of our sex.

“You can take it baby, being such a good girl, fuck just one more”. He let out a shaky moan throwing a my leg around his waist and I let out a loud moan at the angle Chris’s cock hit, brushing my g-spot.

“C-Chris ur so deep-“. I let out pornographic sounds and he gave me a deep kiss before pressing his hand where his dick was poking through.

his hand pressed down on the bulge in my stomach and I felt the tears run down my face from the overwhelming pleasure.

“that’s all me baby- fuck I love ur pussy so much-“. He stutters throwing his head as hair sticks to his forehead, the sight was more than appealing.

His slightly parted lips producing whimpers, curses and moans of my name. The way he squeezed my hips making sure I could feel every thick inch of him and the sweat coating over his body.

Her lips parted releasing pants and moans of my name and the occasional “fuck”, her hair now sweated out with hickeys along her neck and tits reminding her that she was mine now. The way her nails would grip my back drawing marks that showed how much she enjoyed it.

“Oh shit- ma- can I cum inside you? M’need you so bad-“. He moans into my neck and I shiver and chant yes’s.

Chris released his seed inside me triggering a second hard orgasm for me, creaming his dick as my body shook.

I turned my head to lay on the pillow before he could catch a glimpse of me, slowly sliding his cock out of me.

He took one look at me and his eyes immediately shifted to one of concern

“wait wait shit- did I hurt you?”. Chris started, seeing how my legs shook from the orgasm I just had.

“please talk to me”. He cupped my cheeks and I gave him a soft smile.

“I’m fine Chris that was- shit- the best sex I’ve ever had”. I let out a quiet sigh and a smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled me into a bridal style hold.

“Well come on let’s get you cleaned up, I wanna spend time with my girl”. He giggled like a child and I rolled my eyes as he carried me into the bathroom running a warm bath for both of us

“No seriously tho your okay?”. He said softly rubbing my shoulders as we soaked in the warm tub.

“Chris the way you put that dick on me I’m more than ok”. I kissed his cheek and his cheeks flushed a bit as he leaned back against the tub whilst I’m in his arms.

She’s really my girl.

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[bad268]

Burn

Aftermath Affair Pt. 4

(Oscar Pisatri X Reader + Ex! Lando Norris X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope, happy 5 years!

Warnings: Airing dirty laundry lol, that's about it. Based on the song from Hamilton (not Lewis)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1710

Chapter Summary: Y/n L/n posted a new video, and everyone's hearts stop.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 3

~~(^Both from Pinterest)

You moved in with Oscar that night. All you took were your clothes. Everything that Lando bought you now burned you, and you couldn’t give a fuck less about what he bought you. You wanted nothing to do with anything related to Lando. He reached out once, asking where you were. All you said was, “Ask Ava.” He understood then. At least, you assumed he did because you blocked his number and every social media account he had before he could respond. 

You heard from Oscar that Lando was a wreck. You laughed it off because he did this to himself.

Your subscribers noticed the change. Your personal channel content changed from video games to vlogs. You were going out and doing things, in London they learned, and they loved to see it. You still played games, but fewer racing games and more random games you always wanted to play. Your subscribers also noticed how happy you were. They were convinced you and Lando got engaged.

Little did they know, you were falling for a different man.

Your subscribers were thrown for a loop when your shared channel with Lando was deleted. You decided it was time to delete it. They bombarded your socials almost immediately, asking what’s going on. They tried to see if it was rebranded or saved anywhere, but it seemed like your entire relationship was ripped from the internet. Your Instagram was void of Lando, your channel no longer had videos with him, and you didn’t follow him anywhere anymore. They didn’t even notice until then.

~

Y/n L/n just posted!

“A Letter to Lando”

“By now, you will have all seen that the shared channel is gone,” You opened the video. You were sitting in your new recording room. It was more open than your last one, more bright. You had a large window that brought in a lot of natural light, and it was more your style. The last one was just Lando’s recording room that you borrowed, so you couldn’t change it. When you moved in, Oscar told you to make this space yours in any way you wanted. It took a while, but you felt at home for once. “I deleted our shared channel because I am erasing myself from this narrative.“

“I’ve filmed this video at least three times at this point,” You took a breath as you felt tears well up in your eyes again. It’s hard to talk about what happened. Not only the way in which you found out about the cheating but also how you reacted. It was one of the darkest times in your life, and it took a lot to come back from. “I’m sorry, but it’s been a struggle trying to find the words to share this. As many of you have seen on Lando’s Instagram, Lando and I are no longer together.”

Oscar still had to follow Lando on Instagram for team purposes, and that’s how you saw that he posted a hard launch with Ava. 

You still did not know how you wanted to tell everyone what happened. You looked off at the wall. Your viewers couldn’t see it, but there was a picture of you and Oscar from a few months ago. You went out to celebrate 1.5 million subscribers. Oscar insisted, saying it was a huge milestone, and you didn’t want to make it a big deal. He insisted and dragged you out of the apartment. The picture was taken right after you accidentally knocked ice cream onto his nose. Lando wouldn’t even celebrate 1 million with you. Remembering the happiness with Oscar made you smile.

“Clearly, we’re not together anymore,” You sighed as your smile faded. “I’m not going into details, but I hope they’re happy. My friends always said he would do what it took to survive, and they were right. I was blinded by his words and his actions. That’s on me.”

“You talked about how long you have been in love with her, and how you didn’t believe in true love until you met each other,” You let out a breath as you thought of your next words carefully. “You told the world how you brought this girl into our bed, and in explaining your love story, you have ruined our lives. Do you know what my friends said? They called you an Icarus! That’s how my friends reacted, so I’ve decided that I’ll let you wonder how I reacted when you broke my heart, when you tore us apart.”

“I kept every letter you ever wrote to me,” You chuckled lightly as you pulled out a few pieces of paper. “The letter you first asked me out with because you were too scared to ask me face to face, the letter you wrote when we hit each milestone, random letters where you just professed your love, and letters that I would have cherished forever. I also kept the letter I wrote to you when I found out. I thought about reading a few lines out,” You insinuated by opening one of the letters before pulling out a lighter. You had already opened the window and had a bucket of water by your feet, and Oscar was standing outside with a fire extinguisher just in case. You chuckled lightly as you skimmed the loving words that had now turned sour in your eyes. At that moment, you decided you wanted to watch it burn. “I’ll let you all wonder how I reacted when he broke my heart.”

Your soft smile as you read slowly turned to a scowl before you lit the corner of the paper and looked directly into the camera. “Lando, you don’t deserve to see how I reacted. You don’t deserve anything from me. The world has no place in our bed, and they don’t get to know what I said. I am burning the memories, the letters that might have redeemed you. Lando, you can sleep in your office with only the memories of when you were mine.”

You lit all of Lando’s letters one by one before dropping them in the bucket once they were destroyed. Then you grabbed your letter to Lando. You skimmed through the multiple pages of it, remembering the feelings before lighting the corner. “You didn’t give me the decency to tell me yourself. I had to learn of your affair from your friend, so you forfeit the rights to my heart. You forfeit the place in our bed. I hope you’re happy with yourself, Lando.”

You threw the last letter into the bucket and gazed at the camera. Finally, you felt at peace.

“One last note to Lando Norris,” You paused, allowing a small smile to envelop your features, “I hope you burn.”

~

The reactions were almost instant. You sat on the couch curled up against Oscar’s body, rewatching Sex Education. It was one of your favorite shows, but Lando hated it, so you never got to watch it. Oscar binged it once, so he was always down to rewatch it with you. You heard your phone going off, so you pulled it out of your pocket to check it. However, Oscar immediately took it out of your hand and powered it off. 

“Hey, what’s that for?” You chuckled as he moved your phone away from you. “I was gonna check that.”

“Shhh, the show is playing,” He whispered as he leaned toward your ear before turning his attention back to the show. 

“You’re insufferable,” You laughed as you turned your attention back to the screen. It didn’t hold your attention long as you looked back over to Oscar. You were leaning against his chest with your arms wrapped around his waist, so you were looking up at him. He had an arm around your shoulder while the other rested against your thigh that was lying over his lap. You got lost in your thoughts.

Oscar was everything to you. You felt more free whenever you were with him. At first, he gave you the space to refind yourself. He even supported you throughout the journey. Any game you wanted, he bought. Any new hobby, he tried it with you, so you wouldn’t feel alone. He never pushed you to do anything, but he did support you in everything you wanted to try. 

You never felt this supported with Lando. Looking back, he was toxic. He only wanted to play racing games or stupid games. You wanted to try other things, and he would be condescending. He always pushed you to fit the cookie cutter mold that other racing drivers’ girlfriends fit, but that was never going to be you. Oscar encouraged the change because staying in the same thing for too long can burn you out. It was true.

At some point of your staring, Oscar looked down at you with a smile. It wasn’t until he left a kiss on your forehead that you noticed.

When you first moved in, Oscar was very respectful in giving you your space to heal. He made sure to give you multiple spaces where you could retreat to including your own room and recording room. As the time moved on, you slowly migrated into his room for movie nights and late-night binges, and it eventually became you two staying in the same bed all night. Oscar never pushed you away. He wanted you to know that he was there for you whenever you were ready, and he was willing to wait as long as he needed for you. 

“Penny for your thoughts,” He said with a quiet tone, not wanting to disturb the peace.

“I think I’m ready,” You replied in the same tone. You moved to sit up a little more before grabbing Oscar’s hand, “I’m ready to give us a chance.”

“Really?” Oscar asked as he started getting excited before calming back down, “Wait, I don’t want to rush you if you aren’t ready.”

“That’s exactly why I’m ready,” You laughed as you leaned back into him. “You gave me the space to become comfortable again. Oscar, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable and free with someone in my life! You have been everything but pushy, and I’m ready to try us.”

~~~ Part 5 ->

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Heyyy I have a request can you do one that gavi and her are eating something in his car and she’s wearing his hoodie and she accidentally stains it and she panics because when something similar happend with her ex he yelled at her

Food Stains are a Work of Art - P.G6

Summary: You mess up one of your boyfriend's hoodies and that has you worried

You were laughing at your boyfriend's antics, he was often very shy; yes but not with you, he loved acting like a fool for you and having confidence with you (after almost a two year relationship) his goofy side never left. You loved it because it meant a smiley Pablo and you loved his beautiful smile since he wears a frown everyday.

"I can't believe she did that" You said shaking your head while grabbing his watter bottle and drinking some from it

"I know, it was crazy. She started singing and dancing to Envolver out of nowhere, she probably was wanting to get Mario's attention"

"There are better ways" You shook your head "Or maybe she was trying to get your attention" You hinted softly with a smile

"The only one I want to randomly sing and dance to Envolver is you, preciosa" He smiled "In fact, you don't need to sing or dance to get my attention since you always have it"

"Such a charmer, you are" You smiled pinching his cheek

"Cállate, que así me quieres" (Shut up, you love me like that) You smiled grabbing his hand that was on your thigh to kiss it softly

"I do" You jokingly bite one of his fingers "But you don't love me so much since you are leaving me die out of hunger"

"McDonald's sounds good?"

"What about your diet?"

"You won't rat me out, right?"

"I don't know"

"I'll buy you a double cheese and double meat burguer with extra fries if you don't"

"You think I'm that easy to buy?" You scoff "Please" You shake your head side to side "Can you add a dulce de leche ice cream?" Pablo laughs

"Will you give me a kiss?"

"Of course"

"Then done" You nod satisfied watching how Pablo turns into the drive through, his hand squeezing your tight once in a while.

You play with the hoodie strings of the white hoodie you stole from your boyfriend and with his hand. It was relaxing for you lacing your fingers through his over and over again.

Being so into your thoughts but you realized when Pablo took his hand away from yours and you went to protest but then when you saw the food you shut up and helped him with it.

"Gracias" (Thank you) He said softly before getting out of the drive thru "Let's go to the beach?" You nod

"De verdad que me encanta como piensas, Pabs" (I really like how you think, Pabs) He smiles lifting your hand to kiss it

And that's how you got to the beach, eating burguers and laughing like crazy at each other.

"No, wait no" You tried to say with your mouth full of Coca-Cola but then Pablo did a funny face and it went down your nose, making Pablo crack up in laughter as you froze after coughing.

You looked down at his hoodie and froze, a big ketchup and Coca-Cola stain was decorating the front of the piece of clothing. Panic went inside your head.

You've gone through this situation before and it didn't ended up good. You were already thinking of the amount of chlorine, detergent, softener and soap you were going to use to make the stain go away.

Or at least, hope to make it go away.

"What's wrong?" You heard Pablo said

"Nothing- I just- I-" You started shaking your head

"What?"

"I-"

"You..."

"I messed up your hoodie" You said softly not looking into his eyes, you didn't wanted to, you didn't wanted to see the anger in them.

"What?"

"I got food stain on your hoodie, Pabs. I'm so sorry. I promise I will wash this very well-Ugh god! I shouldn't have eaten with your hoodie on if I knew this could happen, I'll buy you a new one!! Don't worry about it, I can-"

"Slow down your horse" Gavi said shaking his head "You will not buy nor wash anything, it's just a hoodie"

"It was your favorite hoodie tho"

"So?"

"I stained it! You have every right to be mad at me by that"

"No, I don't. It's just a small mistake, nothing too big. Okay?"

"But-"

"No buts. It's just a hoodie, it's not a big deal. I can buy us another one and done"

"No"

"Señorita, para" (Missy, stop) Pablo said shaking his head "Why so worried about a simple hoodie?"

"That was your favorite hoodie! I messed it up!"

"You didn't! And stop it! I don't know what happened before but you don't need to worry about a damn hoodie stain. I won't get mad at you, love. I'll love it even more because it has good memories" Pablo said as you shake your head

"My ex didn't liked whenever I stained his clothes"

"Well, your ex's an asshole and I'm not him. I don't care about a simple thing like a hoodie" He grabbed some ketchup and put it on his finger, staining his hoodie with it

"Pablo!"

"Food stains are a work of art. You should know that" He smiled softly "But on the other hand, the good news are that we match now"

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[footylover]

Part 2. It’s a beautiful thing to meet someone who makes you forget your troubles

(Leah Williamson x Reader)

Leah and you have been going out A LOT. Coffee dates, football matches, walks on the park, you name it. Yet, amidst all the laughter, shared stories, and playful teasing, there was a topic neither of you broached directly – the steadily growing emotions that seemed to deepen with each passing day.

Leah: "Would you like to meet again tomorrow?"

Her text came as you were packing for your trip. You paused, a pang of regret piercing through your heart. You wanted nothing more than to see her again, but duty called. How could you forget telling her about your trip.

Y/N: "Leah, I wish I could. But I have to leave for Australia tomorrow. I’m covering the Women's World Cup."

Her response came after a pause.

Leah: "That's fantastic, Y/N! I know you'll do great. And don't worry about us meeting, I'll be in Australia too, supporting the team."

Her words warmed your heart, her support seeping into you through the screen.

Y/N: "That's great to hear, Leah. I would love to meet up in Australia when I'm off duty."

Leah: "Sounds like a plan. I'll see you Down Under, Y/N."

the first few days in Australia were a blur of jet lag and adjusting to your new schedule. You missed Leah's presence, her energy, and even her witty football banter.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you decided to reach out to her. Your heart pounded in your chest as you typed the message.

Y/N: "Just finished for the day. Could use some cheering up."

You hit send and waited anxiously. A few moments later, your phone buzzed with a response.

Leah: "Missing the English weather already, are we?"

Her light-hearted response brought a smile to your face.

Y/N: "Not so much the weather as the company."

You could almost hear her laughter through the screen when she responded.

Leah: "Guess I'll have to do something about that. Let's meet tomorrow? I’m flying this afternoon."

The prospect of seeing Leah again brightened your mood instantly.

Y/N: "Sounds perfect. Looking forward to it, Leah."

With the promise of a reunion with Leah, you found yourself eagerly anticipating the next day. Australia was no longer just about work; it also held the promise of shared laughter and moments with Leah.

—

The next day, your heart pounded with anticipation as you made your way to the location Leah had texted you - a local beach famed for its stunning sunsets. As you arrived, you found her waiting, two ice creams in her hand.

"There you are!" Leah exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face. After a big hug she handed you one of the ice creams. "Thought this might cool you down in the Aussie heat."

The ice cream was a welcome relief, and the casual banter set a comfortable tone for the evening. You both strolled along the beach, shoes in hand, and talked about everything under the sun - from football to your favorite childhood memories.

Leah laughed heartily at a particularly funny story you shared. "You know, Y/N," she said, her eyes twinkling in the fading sunlight, "you have a knack for storytelling."

You chuckled, "Well, it's part of my job. I've got to keep the audience engaged."

"And you're doing an excellent job at that," Leah responded, nudging you playfully. The casual flirtation caused a pleasant flutter in your stomach.

During a bout of laughter, you accidentally smeared a bit of your ice cream on Leah's nose. You giggled, reaching out to wipe it off with your finger.

"There, all clean," you said, showing her the ice cream on your finger before licking it off.

In response, Leah scooped a bit of her own ice cream and playfully smeared it on your lips. "Payback," she declared, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Feigning shock, you asked, "Well, aren't you going to clean it up?"

Without missing a beat, Leah leaned in, her eyes flicking down to your lips. "Well, since you insist..." she murmured, before pressing her lips against yours.

The surprise kiss was sweet, with a hint of ice cream, and left you both breathless. As Leah pulled away, she was grinning from ear to ear. "That's one way to clean up."

You chuckled, your heart still racing from the unexpected kiss. "Indeed, it is."

After the unexpected yet delightful kiss, the atmosphere between you and Leah took on a newfound playfulness. You both continued to stroll along the beach, hand in hand, teasing each other and exchanging flirtatious remarks.

Leah chuckled, leaning closer to you. "I must say, you have a talent for turning ice cream into a romantic gesture."

"And you have a talent for making me blush," you quipped, feeling your cheeks warm at her compliment.

The two of you found a cozy spot to sit on the sand, leaning back against a large rock as you continued to chat and laugh. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the connection between you both deepened with every shared moment.

As the night sky filled with stars, Leah pointed out constellations, telling you stories about each one. You listened intently, captivated by her passion for the stars and her ability to make everything feel magical.

"Have you always been this charming?" you asked, a hint of admiration in your voice.

Leah flashed you a grin. "Well, it's just that being around you brings out the best in me."

You chuckled, feeling a mixture of flattery and happiness. "Likewise," you said, reaching out to take her hand in yours.

The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's presence and the serenity of the beach. The occasional soft laughter and gentle teasing only added to the magic of the night.

As the evening drew to a close, Leah stood up and held out her hand. "Shall we head back?"

You gladly accepted her hand, standing up as well. "Lead the way."

The walk back was filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. It felt like the world had slowed down, allowing the two of you to savor the moment.

As you reached the end of the beach, Leah turned to face you. "I had a wonderful time tonight," she said, her voice soft.

"Me too," you replied, unable to hide the smile on your face.

Leah leaned in, her lips hovering close to yours. "I hope this isn't the last time we do something like this," she whispered.

"It won't be," you said, your heart pounding with anticipation. "I promise."

With that, Leah sealed the night with a tender, lingering kiss. The beach seemed to hold its breath as the two of you embraced, the world around you fading into the background.

As you both pulled away, Leah looked at you with a mixture of happiness and hope in her eyes. "I'll hold you to that promise," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

"You can count on it," you replied, a newfound certainty in your heart.

Leah smiled, her hand gently squeezing yours. "And speaking of promises, you owe me an England match. How about we meet tomorrow for the game?"

You grinned, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

—

Australia was a whirlwind of adrenaline and football frenzy. The Women's World Cup was an intense assignment, but one that you cherished.

The day of the England match arrived. As agreed, you met Leah in the VIP box. The energy in the stadium was electrifying, but your focus was on the woman beside you. Her insights into the game, combined with her witty remarks, made the experience more enjoyable.

Minutes before the game ended, your phone buzzed with a message. It was from your producer, instructing you to come down to the field to interview some players.

Leah noticed your distracted look. "Everything alright, Y/N?"

You sighed, showing her the message. "Duty calls. I need to go down and do some interviews."

She nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Go, do your thing. I'll be right here when you're done."

With a smile of gratitude, you made your way to the field. England's triumphant match against Haiti saw you interviewing the woman of the match, Georgia Stanway. Amidst the post-match chaos, Georgia's vibrant energy and humor made the encounter surprisingly enjoyable. Her name was mentioned often in Leah's conversations, and knowing she was a close friend of Leah gave you a strange sense of satisfaction.

After finishing the interview and as you exchanged words with Georgia, she threw you a curveball. "So, how's Leah?" she asked, an impish grin spreading across her face.

Your heart skipped a beat. "She's good. We've hung out a bit," you admitted, feeling a flush creep up your neck.

Georgia's eyebrows wiggled suggestively. "Just 'hung out', huh? Sure, sure."

Georgia spoke highly of Leah, her words filled with admiration and respect for her friend. It gave you a sense of warmth, knowing that Leah was held in such high regard by her peers.

After wrapping up the interview with Georgia, you quickly made your way back to the VIP box. Leah was waiting for you, her eyes lighting up as she caught sight of you.

Returning to the box, you found Leah waiting, a soft smile playing on her lips as she caught sight of you. "You're quite the natural at this, Y/N," she complimented as you slid into the seat next to her.

"Thanks, Leah," you responded, your heart fluttering at her words.

However, as the match ended, the VIP box started to feel crowded, with a lot of people starting to network the noise level increasing. Leah seemed to notice your discomfort and leaned in close, her voice barely audible over the din, "How about we move to the private room in the back of the box? It'll be quieter, more intimate."

Her suggestion sent a thrill through you. The thought of being alone with Leah, especially after the shared kiss from yesterday, made your heart pound in anticipation.

"That sounds perfect," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

The private room was dimly lit, giving off a warm, cozy vibe. Leah turned to face you, a soft look in her eyes. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with anticipation and unspoken desires.

"Y/N," Leah started, her voice low and steady. "I can't help but keep thinking about...about the kiss. And how much I want to do it again."

The confession hung in the air between you, the intensity of her gaze making your heart flutter. "Leah," you whispered, unable to hide the eagerness in your own voice.

Leah stepped closer, her gaze flicking to your lips. Her hand gently brushed away a loose strand of hair from your face, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. She leaned in slowly, her breath fanning over your face, her eyes never leaving yours.

And then, she kissed you. Her lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It was slow and exploratory, a stark contrast to the hurried, passionate kiss from the day before. It felt like Leah was taking her time, savouring every moment, every sensation. You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in her hair as you deepened the kiss. It was a whirlwind of emotions - the warmth of Leah's body against yours, the soft hum of pleasure that escaped from Leah when you pulled her closer.

The world around you seemed to fade into insignificance, the cheering from the match barely a murmur in the background. All you could focus on was Leah, the way her body molded perfectly against yours, the way her lips moved with yours in a tantalizing rhythm.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you found Leah watching you with an intensity that sent a thrill through your body.

"That was..." Leah's voice trailed off, her fingers gently tracing your bottom lip.

"Indescribable," you finished, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leah sat back, crossing her arms and studying you with a playful glint in her eyes. "So, Y/N," she began, "is this your usual strategy for wooing footballers?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No, usually I stick to a firm handshake and professional questions. You're the exception."

Leah feigned surprise. "Oh, so I'm special?"

You nodded, meeting her teasing gaze with a smile. "Yes, Leah. You're very special."

She grinned, obviously pleased with your answer. "Well, it's nice to know I have that effect on people."

"Only the lucky ones," you retorted, the flirtatious banter continuing to flow.

As the evening wore on, the two of you found more common interests to laugh and chat about, each topic further highlighting the chemistry between you. Leah's teasing questions about your love for football turned into a debate on which team had the best mascot. Your shared love for music sparked an animated discussion about your favorite bands and songs.

As you eventually said goodnight, the echoes of your shared laughter still hung in the air. You both knew you had stumbled upon something special and the anticipation of seeing where it would lead was a thrilling prospect.

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed! :) I already got an idea in mind for part 3.

[wvnrqs]

whipped cream.

૮₍ ´· ˕ · ₎ა — nishimura riki x fem reader 412 words established relationship fluff warnings kissing not proofread ꒱ㅤ

a/n for the advent calendar event day 9 @kiekio @isawritesss

"riki dear, READ IT PROPERLY OR I PUT THIS GOOEY DOUGH IN YOUR SHAMPOO BOTTLE."

you and your boyfriend were trying to bake gingerbread cookies for christmas that day. of course, with riki reading the recipe in his own gibberish language and handing you all the completely opposite ingredients as to what you asked for, it was safe to say that it wasn’t going very well.

"i am reading it properly! focus, babe. you got this! anyway, two cereal boxes of sugar and nine sporks of microwaved strawberries," riki continued to verbally sign the contract for his death sentence (which will be performed by his loving girlfriend).

"oh my gosh…" you sighed exasperatedly, burying your face in your hands.

suddenly, riki burst out laughing when he looked at you.

"oh what now??" you asked, throwing your hands up in the air. it felt like you were babysitting a five year old instead of having a calm and relaxing date baking cookies.

"y-your face!" riki spoke in between hysterical giggles. (honestly, who laughs like that..)

you scowled, looking in the mirror. was he really calling me ugly right now?

there was whipped cream on your nose.

your back was facing riki, but you could still picture his face whilst listening to his giggles. you took the chance and calmly scooped up some whipped cream, walked over to riki and smacked your palm directly onto his face.

"hey!"

you immediately burst out laughing when you saw his face. the only thing you could see from the whipped cream was literally just his eyes (which were glaring menacingly at you).

"y/n, you’re so dead.." riki yelled, starting to chase you around the kitchen counter while furiously wiping the whipped cream of his face.

still laughing, you started running away from your boyfriend.

you were running around for quite some time until your very smart self accidentally tripped on your own foot and hit the sharp end of the counter.

"ow…" you groaned, clutching your stomach (it felt like a pinch but you liked being dramatic at times).

riki rushed over to your side. "what happened? are you okay?"

you looked up to see his frowning, worried face, which by the way, was still covered in whipped cream but with around one less layer.

you smiled. cute, you thought giddily as you leaned forward to kiss his now sweet-tasting lips.

the date turned out surprisingly well, ending with rather smushed whipped cream on both your lips.

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[courtingchaos]

Blackberry + Smash

Pairing: Thirty something line cook!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: You and the line cook from next door have been flirting for too long.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This started as something else, and ended up being a thing I put together for @newlips milestone of love! It's only in two parts because I'm incapable of writing anything within reason! Also I didn’t mention more than once I think, but Eddie and reader are 32 because I’m tired of pretending to be 20 again 🙃 (18+ NSFW etc. etc.)

“Eddie’s here!” One of the girls titters over the headset and you roll your eyes when you hear the chorus line out front. 

“Hi Eddie!” All singsong and sweet at him; he answers like Charlie to his Angels. 

“Hi baristas!”

It’s become rote at this point, his near daily appearance at 2pm, big smile plastered on his face when the bell rings overhead. He’s dressed for work, black t-shirt with ‘Stacy’s Tap House’ in large white letters across his back, black jeans and…crocs?

“Crocs dude?” You’ve moseyed out to the front register to greet him and notice his lack of steel toes. 

“What? You don’t like ‘em?” He lifts one leg up behind himself like a princess and dips his head into his shoulder to bat his lashes at you. “You wear them.”

“I don’t work with hot oil.” 

“Eh, I broke my laces and I’m lazy. Haven’t gone to the store yet.” He waves a hand at you while you type in his drink. It’s a truly atrocious thing with 14 pumps of syrup and 6 long shots and heavy cream. You give him shit every single time. You sneer playfully at him when he taps his phone against the reader. He follows you all the way down the line, mirroring your wrinkled nose. 

“What are you up to today?” You’re queuing up shots and pumping syrups and you catch him eyeing you over the glass. He crosses his arms over the top of the partition to lean forward and if he wasn’t Eddie, you’d ‘accidentally’ splash him with the rinser. 

“Oh you know, making some sandwiches, taking out some trash, selling hardcore drugs in the walk-in. Typical Wednesday.” He shrugs, bobs his head and keeps his eyes on you. You can feel it even while you have your head down, wiping the counter in front of you. You let out a little laugh and that seems to satisfy him. Looks back over his shoulder to the parking lot out front for a few seconds. You take the opportunity to stare at the long column of his neck, bared to you where his hair is pulled back into a bun. The tendon straining from the angle of his head. You could make real quick work of that pale skin, litter it with red and purple. 

“Is Jeff working today?”

“He’s in later, why?”

“Wanna bring him his americano?”

“Eh, sure.” He starts to turn back towards the register and you flap your free hand at him. 

“I got it, don’t worry.”

“You keep giving me free shit, they’re not gonna keep you around much longer.” There’s that smile again, the dimples that keep you up at night. What a bastard. 

“You think after 8 years they’re just gonna fire me? I’ll burn this store down first.” Smirking you hand him both drinks and throw two straws at him. His big hand slaps at his chest and he gasps, looking behind you to grab the other baristas attention. 

“Caitlyn did you see that? Is Andrew here? I need to speak to a manager!” 

Caitlyn just giggles at him, like you all do, and throws another handful at him. He snatches them all up off the counter top and the few that hit the floor to clutch in his fist. 

“These are mine now!” He’s backing up toward the door and nodding at the line who are all pretending to wave hankies at him. 

“Hey, Eddie? You make me sick, don’t come back in here tonight.” The smile is clear in your voice even if you are squinting meanly at him. He pauses for a second to wiggle his eyebrows at you. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.” His laugh follows him outside and you watch him jog to his green pickup. 

“Every time he comes in here he stares at you.” Caitlyn is still there hovering at your shoulder, watching you watch Eddie, and you can hear her smirking behind you. 

“Oh you don’t say?”

Hey chickadee. 

What’s up buttercup?

You’re closing, right?

Of course, what the fuck else do I do around here?

G a w d d a m n

What?????

Don’t gotta jump up my ass about it I was just trying to be a ~gentleman~ and see if you wanna hang later. 

Oh! Sure, I’ll check with Cate. 

 Jeff will have a shit fit. 

The restaurant closes at 10, your cafe at 9, so it gives you and Cate roughly an hour to race back to your apartment and change. You refuse to go out smelling like coffee and milk, even if Eddie tells you he likes the smell that lingers on your pullover. Weirdo. 

You’ve been digging around for ten minutes looking for your good pair of jeans, only to find them in the hamper. Still dirty from the weekend before where you’d gotten a little too rowdy and dropped a drink down the front of you. 

Plan B it is. Dress, tights, jacket. All black of course, why would you buy anything else? 

“Nah nah nah, I’m not third wheeling am I?” Cate asks when you walk into the living room twisting on your rings. 

“What? No. My jeans are dirty and this is like, the only other non work thing I have clean.” You’re a little defensive, sure. She didn’t need to point out the obvious so clearly now did she? Cate’s eyebrow starts to raise and your hand comes up, a loud ‘acht!’ falling out of your mouth. 

“It’s not a date! It’s just drinks. Like normal.” This isn’t new, you two going out with the kitchen staff at Stacey’s. It’s always been a little quid pro quo between the businesses and everyone is familiar with each other. They get free drinks more often than not, and you guys get free food (and also everyone gets to ogle Eddie). 

“I don’t know why you haven’t just asked him out yet.” Cate’s not wrong. However, “I’m having fun with it. Also maybe I’m waiting on him to ask me.” You shrug at her. 

The bar you all frequent is just down the street from the restaurant, small and a little loud it’s the best spot mainly because all the cooks know all the bartenders. 

Shots go down easier when they’re free. 

You’re off tomorrow, and Cate drove, but you’re still trying to keep it easy tonight. Didn’t need a repeat of last weekends adventure. 

This isn’t a date, like it always isn’t a date, but everyone knows. You two have been flirting for a few months now and it isn’t like you don’t know if he’s into you or not. You just like the chase on 

this one. He’s witty, funny, a complete asshole on occasion, and incredibly disgustingly hot. You’d told him about as much one night, everyone drunk in the parking lot trying to order an Uber home and he’d just flashed that toothy grin at you like he knew. 

“Has anyone told you how stupidly handsome you are?”

“Stupidly? No.”

“Well you are. Stupidly, for sure, but also handsome.”

“Hey.” He taps your shoulder with your drink, his insistence that he buy. 

“Hey yourself.” You grab the glass and smile up at him. Even after a full shift of sweating over grills he’s pretty, hair pulled down from his bun, loose curls around his shoulders. 

“How was work?”

“Other than the customers, it was fine.” You flash a fake smile and take a sip out of the tiny straw. Jameson and ginger ale. He remembered. A drink order shouldn’t make your heart beat faster but it does. Is the bar so low that you’d give it up for the simple act of remembering your drink?

When Eddie drops down into the seat beside you, his hand falls to your knee and gives it squeeze before taking it away to check his phone. 

No, the bar isn’t low, not for Eddie. But the drink is one of many things that makes you want to take him out to his truck and end this dance you two have been waltzing. 

All the times he’s obviously thinking of you you. Dropping off food and boba and cookies from that really nice bakery on his block. All the memes he sends you on his smoke breaks. The nicknames. It’s just been building really, ready to burst like an especially ripe blackberry. 

Oh it’ll be sweet. 

“What are you up to next weekend?”

“Well, I don’t know about Cate, but-“

“I didn’t ask about Cate.” He looks up from his phone, lays it face down on the sticky table top. Out of the corner of your eye you can tell Cate heard her name. As soon as she looks over at you two she’s facing back to Jeff to share a look with him. 

“O-kay. I was going to say I’m off actually. I have a wedding to go to on Sunday. Why?” 

“Is it in town?”

“Yeah, but I’m gonna be busy like, getting ready for it. I have to get my nails done on Friday. Why?” You lean towards him and push his own drink with your index finger. Anything to push a button. He watches you tease him, eyes dark in the dim lighting, and he reaches over again to tap his middle finger on your crossed knee. He delights in the way your eyes immediately snap to his hand to watch it. 

“Wanna grab lunch on Friday?”

“Aren’t you working?”

“Nope. Rare day off.”

Still watching his finger tap tap tapping away you realize you’re finally getting your wish. 

“Are you asking me out?” A bomb could go off next to you two you’re sure neither would flinch. His eyes on your eyes on his hand. He stops moving, clears his throat to get you to look at him. 

“And what if I am? You aren’t tired of making eyes at me in your lobby every day?” He breaks the tension and makes you laugh. 

“Oh me making eyes? Munson you’re a hypocrite and a liar!” You bicker at him while he scoots his chair close, leaned fully into your space to make big cow eyes at you. Calls you out on your bullshit some more. Gets you a few more drinks and before you know it the bartender is last calling all of you pointedly. 

Outside is cold but you’re buttered up with enough whiskey and Eddie’s giggles to keep your cheeks flush and warm. Everyone is milling around their cars and you’re just trailing along behind Eddie. You follow him to his truck, not intending on getting in. You’re still going home to your own apartment, your own empty bed, as sad as that makes you. 

That blackberry isn’t ready for picking yet, it would seem. 

“So Friday?”

“My appointment is at 11. We can meet after?”

“I can pick you up.” Hopping up into his driver seat he says that over his shoulder while he leans into the cab to shuffle through his glove box. 

“You don’t have to.” You swat his knee, a little admonishment. It might be a first date, but this isn’t either of your first go arounds. He doesn’t need to be chivalrous here. He sits up with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. 

“Will you just let me pick you up? Jesus.” Huffs around it while he tries to light it. You take the lighter from him and strike it only to hold it just out of reach. He leans forward and you pull your hand back a little, a smirk and a giggle on your lips. A pause and he grabs your fist and pulls it back towards himself, sucks in until the cherry lights and you can see it reflected in his shining eyes. 

Maybe you will climb into the truck, blackberries are your favorite no matter what season. 

Eddie sees you sway forward and as much as he wants to let you lean in between his knees you’re just south of tipsy. He doesn’t want either of you to regret anything. Instead he holds out his palm, gesturing for his lighter. You drop it, still leaning forward and a new glint in your eye. He takes a deep breath and swings his legs inside and grabs his door to close it. Doesn’t miss the look of hurt on your face. 

“Friday.” He says with a smile. 

“Friday.” You back up enough for him to close his door, spinning on your heel to make towards Cate’s car but you stop and spin back. He rolls his window down, eyebrows raised. 

“Can I ask you something?” You lean heavy on the doorframe. He takes a drag and nods at you. 

“Do you actually sell drugs in the walk in?” 

He actually full on laughs, wasn’t expecting that question. 

“Sometimes, yeah.” His wrist is loose on the top of his steering wheel, sodium lights glinting off his ring. Absentmindedly ashes his cigarette on the dash. 

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

“Eddie, this is Indiana. You aren’t the first drug dealer I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, but am I the first one you’ve had a crush on?” Smugness oozes out the window and you reel back, slap your hand against your chest in mock shock. 

“I’m sorry, I have a crush?! Have you met you?” 

“Oh I’m well aware of how I feel. Are you?” God, he’s feeling confident tonight. It’s only been months in the making. 

That itty bitty taunt brings you back in, hands still gripping his door. He watches your tongue poke out and swipe against your bottom lip, the little gem in your medusa piercing catches the light. 

Oh fuck it. 

He meets you halfway, soft lips warm against his own. You taste like whiskey and sugar and that last lime slice you ate while he paid the bill. He feels your hands snake up around his collar to hold, pulling him closer and it takes every single ounce of his willpower to not pull you in through the window. 

Off in the distance he vaguely hears Cate and Jeff and the rest of the bastards you’ve all been out with whistling and slapping car roofs. 

Both of you smiling breaks the kiss but your still in his face and hanging on to his jacket. 

“They’re so loud.” You whisper and he wants to chase it back into you. 

“I’ll kill Jeff later.”

“Oh don’t do that, he has such an easy drink to make.” There’s that laugh, the one that almost twinkles. Eddie wants to kick himself, he’s so far gone. Your fingers loosen, letting him lean back into the cab. He’s thankful for his long hair where it hides his growing blush along his neck. Finally you walk backwards a few steps, definitely heading toward your ride home now. 

“Friday. 10 o’clock?” Cements his plans. Nothing short of a black hole could tear these out of his hands. 

You nod about 20 times and watch him back up and then out of the parking lot, the cheer of everyone following his tail lights.

You nod about 20 times and watch him back up and then out of the parking lot, the cheer of everyone following his tail lights.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

[hornyhornyhimbos]

Goofy Sex with Steve Harrington Headcanons

look how cocky he is, lil bitch

warnings and tags: MINORS DNI (18+) AFAB!Reader, oral both!receiving, protected PIV sex, mentions of ass eating i'm sorry, Steve refers to his 🍌 as "Little Steve" because i think it's funny, queefing, accidental cum swallowing, explicit language, references to marijuana use in the past, S3 Steve bc I said so, Steve is a sarcastic ass but what's new, transition-y bits are in red

Author's Notes: I feel like we as a society don't talk enough about goofy and silly sex with Steve Harrington so that's what this is, hope y'all enjoy 🤩

inspired by this post by @parkermunson <3

What sparks the whole thing wasn't even inherently sexual. Steve had taken the rest of the day off from work due to "aches and pains" and called you over on the premise of having a lazy day and cuddling.

You're watching cartoons, nothing inherently sexual happening. And then... the characters end up in a compromising position.

"Hey, what do you think sex would be like in that position?" he asks. Facepalm, you respond. "Hey, you wanna find out?" he asks. "Aren't you experiencing aches and pains?" you ask.

He glances down, then back up at you. When you don't catch his drift, he does it again. When you still don't get it, he says, "OK maybe I wasn't the one who was experiencing said aches and pains... it might've been Little Steve."

You cut your eyes at him and threaten to leave, but he meets you with a puckered-out bottom lip and a, "Pwease? For Wittle Steve?"

Somehow, the two of you end up making out on the couch for a little while. Tongues and lips graze against each other when all of a sudden, Steve pulls away.

"Babe, what-" "AH-CHOO!" Steve is a loud sneezer but that's a headcanon for another time

The two of you can't help but giggle, but you go back to it anyway, continuing to kiss as he begins to lead you from the couch to his bedroom.

BLAM!!!!

You're scared Steve might've broken a bone from how hard he hit his arm on one of his mother's decorative tables, but Steve insists he's alright. "I'm fine, but fuck my mother and all her damn end tables."

Luckily, you make it to his bedroom in one piece. You start to lie back on the bed, but Steve stops you, an almost devious grin plastered to his lips. "Have you ever thought about riding my face instead of my dick?"

You're sure he's meant to say it seriously, but the tone he used sounded so sarcastic, you almost thought it was a joke. Still, who are you to deprive your boyfriend even if he is being a little shit?

That's how you ended up grasping the bed posts, his nose nuzzled against your clit, his tongue hitting all the right places.

"Finally, something's going right," you thought to yourself.

Suddenly, Steve's moving his hands to your hips, hoisting you away from his lips and gasping. "Sorry," he managed to say, "couldn't breathe in that position."

So, you move on to something more fun for him: giving him head.

His hand slides down your cheek as your beneath him, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"I bet a U.S.S Butterscotch isn't the only ice cream you wanna lick."

The room is silent as you both process his words. Eventually he says, "Yeah, I'm gonna pretend I didn't say that."

You've barely got his Scoops' uniform shorts pulled down before his dick springs into action, slapping you hard on the chin. You laugh as you take it in your hands, ready to proceed with the task at hand.

"Told you Little Steve was needy today."

You're tempted to leave again, but his dick looks so nice, you can't just say no. Next thing you know, he's sliding his dick into your mouth, moaning louder than he ever had before.

He's barely a third of the way in and you're barely licking the vein when he just releases, sending so much cum down your throat you nearly choke.

His eyes bulge as he runs over to the bathroom, making a cup of water and sprinting back over to you, his cock waving about. The sight only had you choking harder.

After a couple minutes of catching your breath and washing down his seed, you finally feel up to doing what you'd been in his bedroom for all along.

He grabs a condom from the bedside table, jokingly lifting it to his mouth. "You think I could make balloon animals with one of these?"

"Steve that is SO unsanitary."

"Look, my mouth's already been where this is going anyway, right?"

Despite his last sarcastic comment, you soon find yourself laid back on his mattress, his dick sinking into you. His hands are clasped around yours, he's trailing kisses from your boobs to your neck to the shell of your ear. The moment feels happy, close, intimate.

When all of a sudden... you queef.

At first, you're mortified, until Steve just continues pounding into you, letting out low, rumbly laughs from deep within his chest.

But finally, after all the ups and downs of this afternoon, you cum for the first time and it's pure bliss as he follows soon after.

He lies down beside you, a hand raking its way through your now sweat-matted hair. The moment is peaceful and quiet and overall, just feels like bliss.

"Isn't it funny how vaginas can make noises like that?" he says out of nowhere.

You roll your eyes, slapping him hard on the chest. "It's not funny!"

"I'm sorry, did you hear the same noise I did?"

You pout, sticking your tongue out at him. "Yeah well, at least it didn't make the same smell it does when your ass makes noises like that."

He slaps your buttcheek hard, a chuckle nearly escaping his lips as he watches it jiggle. "Says the one who's asked if she could eat my ass before."

You grab one of his pillows covering your face in embarrassment. "OK, that was one time and it was Eddie's fault." "How was that Eddie's fault?" "He gave me the weed in the first place."

He slaps your butt again. "Oh, don't blame the weed for amplifying your cravings for my ass."

Soon enough, the conversation has turned into a fit of giggles from both parties. You watch intently as his eyes scrunch closed with laughter, admiring the cute lines that form by his eyes.

He notices that you've gone silent, and gives you a soft smile.

"So... I'll be here all week, you know."

☆ taglist: @liberhoe @writer-in-theory @esoltis280

[familyvideostevie]

🐚 SEASHELL: i feel like steve is very dial drunk by noah kahan coded so may i please request "i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown / in the name of someone i no longer know" with our favorite reformed mean girl! THANK U EMMA ILY <33

kait!! i took this and twisted it a little bit, hope that's okay! ily <3 here's steve helping you after you get in a fight :)

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"Stop looking so smug," Steve grumbles. "This could have been a really shitty situation." His hands are gentle despite his grumpy tone. He feels really tall from where you sit on the closed toilet

"I'm pretty sure he accidentally punched me," you remind him. "And he looked like he was going to cry after. Especially when you showed up."

"I should have broken his nose," he mutters. "I think this is gonna be a black eye. How's it feel?"

He prods at the crest of your cheekbone and you hiss, fingers gripping the seams of his jeans. "Ow, Steve." His touch lightens but his expression doesn't.

"That'll teach you to get in fights." He rubs the bruise cream into your skin and you scoff.

"Excuse me," you say. "First of all, I didn't 'get' in the fight." You use your fingers as air quotes and his mouth twitches. "I tried to stop one, and then he punched me as a reaction so I punched him back."

"Shitty punch."

He's already bandaged your split knuckle and complained about your form. Steve gets a bit testy when he's really worried, so you're taking it in stride. After he finished bandaging you up he'll be clingy and at your beck and call.

"Second of all, I have it on very good authority that you used to get in fights all the time. And lose."

He knows you're joking. You've talked about his past a lot since you got together -- late nights with his head in your lap as he explained the shit he's caused and been on the receiving end of.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighs. "Laugh it up, slugger. At least I know how to throw a punch."

"But you don't, anymore." It's not really a question. It's more of a reminder for Steve that you know who he is.

He shakes his head, traces your bottom lip with his thumb. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Unless someone tries to punch my girlfriend again. Then it's all fair play."

You laugh then wince when it pulls at your eye. Steve frowns and leans down to kiss your closing lid gently before doing the same to your lips. "Let's get some ice on that."

join the celebration!

[delopsia]

Politely requesting Miles Miler thoughts in these trying times

aaaaa I haven't gotten anything for Miles in a minute 🥺 I have a bunch of oddly placed thoughts about the little guy, so I guess this is a *drumroll, please*

Random Miles Miller headcanons + NSFW

He. Sleeps. Everywhere. You leave him in the car to go get something in the store and come out to find him snoozing in the seat. If he lays on you, he'll be out in minutes. On the couch? Gone. Waiting for the waitress to bring your meal? Out like a light. Boring movie? He didn't stand a chance. Standing up? He's mastered it. Lawn chairs are off-limits because he will curl up and wind up with a ridiculous sunburn.

Quiet as all hell. Unless you're watching the door, you truly have no idea if Miles has come home or not. Sometimes, you'll turn around, and he's just there. When did he enter the room? Nobody knows.

Somewhat related, you getting frightened also scares him. Which means that if he accidentally scares you into yelping, then he's likely going to jump and yelp, too. His reaction to horror films is entirely correlated to how you react; if you're quiet, then he will be, too, but the moment you scream, then so will he.

Nothing on this earth will get between Miles and his ice cream; he loves nearly every flavor. Chocolate, vanilla, rocky road, mint chip, cookie dough, cake batter, salted caramel. Pistachio is one of the few things that he'll wrinkle his nose at, but he'll eat it if he's got no other option.

He's shy about it, but he loves it when you let him sit in your lap, his back against your chest while watching television, straddling you as his lips tangle with yours; he adores it all.

You've got to be so careful about when and where you choose to kiss him because anything longer than a few seconds has the little guy mewling into them. He can't help it! There's something so soothing about it that has those soft noises bubbling out of him. Not loud enough to be heard from the next room, but there's a reason why you can't sneak over and kiss him behind the reception desk.

When you ask about it, Miles has no clue what you're talking about because he's never spent money on cologne, but he smells like cinnamon rolls? Warm, fresh out of the oven, just cool enough to not burn your tongue when you take a bite.

It's only after you move in together that you realize he's been using a cinnamon-scented 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You'd bug him about graduating to specialized products, but he always smells so damn good that you can't really complain.

Giggles when you maintain eye contact for so long. He doesn't even realize that he's doing it. One minute, you're gazing into each other's eyes, and the next, his lips are rising with a laugh.

Finger nibbler. His own fingers, yours, he doesn't discriminate; if they're near his mouth, then he's gently nipping at the tips of them.

Let! Him! Snuggle on your chest! Pepper his forehead with kisses while he's there! It's the easiest way to get him giggling, cheeks and ears twinged with pink.

Loves baking but isn't that great at it. He keeps trying, but regardless of the effort involved, there's always something wrong in the end. His pastries might be a little burnt, and you may not like them, but hey, he got his sweet treat, and he's happy about it :)

You're gonna have to get used to Miles mumbling to himself. It's not that he's trying to start a conversation or got too shy to continue on, he's just genuinely talking to himself. Sometimes, he'll be reading a book, and you'll overhear a faint, "Don't do that. Why are you doing that? Stop. Don't do that—oh my god."

Rapidly jumps between flighty, not wanting any trouble, and fierce protector. It's strange to watch.

Most of the time, Miles is very keen on avoiding trouble at any cost, steering clear of a restaurant where you got a rude waiter, backing off the moment someone snaps at him, apologizing the moment someone raises a problem with him.

But then there's a night when you wake to a crash downstairs, and he starts dishing out firm, quiet orders to stay near the phone until he comes back. Eyes narrowed, gun in hand, slinking out of the room like he's hunting prey. It was only a shelf that had fallen, shattering a vase on its way to the floor, but for those few minutes, you were the safest person on this side of the country.

Really does not mind it if you want to do 'girly' stuff with him. Paint his nails, style his hair, put makeup on him. He might complain a little if you try to put him in a skirt or a sundress, but he'll do it if that's what you want.

Probably not much of a headcanon, but Miles is such a good little housekeeper! He knows exactly what to use, how much, and how to maintain it. You haven't cleaned the bathroom in years because Miles has a way of doing it and doesn't like to stray from it. The house is immaculate, and Miles is so proud that he's purring like a kitten.

Stronger than he looks? You're still processing it; Miles is nothing but skin, bone, and a little bit of muscle, there's no reason for him to be able to lift that damn bookcase by himself, but he does it. Somehow.

Miles remembers every little thing you've ever told him. You once pointed at a pair of shoes while at the mall, talking about how you wanted them, but they were out of stock, and the store refused to sell the displays. Six months later, they're your birthday gift. You can ramble about a show he's never seen, and he's genuinely listening, keeping up as if he's watched it with you.

Kisses! French kisses, chaste pecks, butterfly kisses, neck, earlobe, hand, belly, nose, hello kisses, goodbye kisses, he wants to give and receive them all!

It wasn't something he was aware of before you got together, but Miles gets so damn squirmy when you kiss his thighs. Especially when you take the time to suck darkened marks into the sensitive skin there; it's the quickest way to have him leaking against his belly and babbling about how badly he wants you to touch him.

Slightly into voyeurism, but only in spaces, he knows don't get a lot of foot traffic. Ex. You sucking him off while he stands behind the reception desk, where anyone can venture through the front door at any minute. He loves clamping his hands over his mouth to try and muffle his whimpers when you're harshly sucking on his sensitive tip.

Raging praise and degradation kinks. You called him your pretty little slut once, and his knees nearly buckled out from under him.

You wouldn't think it, but Miles is surprisingly noisy in bed. He's always gotta be making some kind of noise, babbling your name, grunting under the effort of working his hips, keening high in his throat, senselessly grumbling when you kiss down his neck. The best ones are when you fuck him hard enough to wring those soft 'uh, uh, uh's out of him.

Speaking of. Pegging? Miles had never heard of it when you first met but now he's obsessed. Riding your strap until he's too sore to keep going, getting bent over the kitchen table in nothing but that cute pink apron, the tender closeness of you fucking him in missionary, where he can wrap his shaking legs around you. If you hit the right spot, he doesn't even need to touch his cock.

If Miles could make a full-time job out of eating you out, then he would. There's just something about the feeling of your thighs clamping around his head, your fingers pulling at his hair while he rolls his tongue over your sensitive clit.

Nearly proposes marriage every time you moan his name. One of these days, it's actually going to make its way out of his mouth.

Below the belt, he's pretty average. His cock is maybe a hair over six and a half inches, noticeably thicker but not enough for you to warrant any extra prep before sex, but there's a curve to him that he's learned to use to his advantage. Positions like missionary and cowgirl are where he stands out the most, dragging just right against all those little spots.

...mayhaps I got carried away

[classickook]

more könig headcanons

a/n: i literally cannot get this man out of my head lol i wrote this with civilian!reader in mind and it ended up getting pretty specific (flower shop au???) but i hope y’all still enjoy <3

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- idk how the two of you meet but i’m imagining a quaint little town that’s far away from any sort of battle that könig stumbles upon while on break

- let me set the scene: you work in a floral shop or market and spend most of your day planting, nurturing, and arranging a variety of flowers <3

- könig sees you one day and is immediately drawn to your kind smile and sunny aura (no wonder the flowers are so beautiful when they look upon you for sunlight and nourishment, he thinks) and finds himself a bit extremely nervous to introduce himself

- you notice him shuffling awkwardly by the door so you greet him warmly and ask if there’s something you can help him find

- i just know our gentle giant is blushing like crazy at this point; being so close to you and hearing the soft timbre of your voice has his blood pressure skyrocketing

- he shoves his hands in his pockets to hide how shaky they are and tries to act all casual but ends up accidentally knocking over an arrangement next to the door

- the poor guy is BEET RED now and wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole, he’s so embarrassed :(

- he apologizes profusely and feels SO awful for ruining your pretty arrangement, he even offers to pay for it but you wave him off easily as he picks up the broken vase and crushed petals

- “don’t worry about it,” you offer kindly. “it wasn’t my best work anyway.”

- könig still feels like absolute garbage and you can clearly tell by his body language that he feels terribly uncomfortable and kinda curls into that massive body of his to appear smaller

- “did you know that the gladiolus symbolizes strength and integrity like the gladiators of their namesake?” you ask as a way to distract him from the little accident. his pale blue eyes settle on you as you continue, lightly stroking the baby soft petals of the arrangement nearby. “they kind of remind me of you, soldier. valiant and strong yet undoubtedly beautiful.”

- they also represent infatuation is what you don’t tell him, afraid to voice your immediate crush on the man who quite literally stumbled into your floral shop

- “they’re pretty,” he breathes, however, you notice his gaze is not on the flowers you’re showcasing — it’s on you

- your breath catches in your throat at the unwavering contact, stunned into silence as he cautiously reaches forward to brush his gloveless fingers across your cheek; and he’s pleased to find that the velvety-smooth sensation of your skin is incomparable to that of any petal on earth

- from there on out, könig spends most of his free time in your shop, asking about the meanings of every flower, buying a bouquet of your recommendations each day, and carefully placing them on the counter for you before he leaves

- he finally builds up the courage to ask you out, properly, to which you very quickly agree, and the two of you are inseparable after that

- you spend most of your time with him, going for walks in the park, visiting cafes in the area and laughing loudly when könig plops a fingertip of whipped cream on your nose just to lean forward and kiss the sweetness into his mouth, leaving you a blushing mess

- calls you his blümchen (little flower)

- he definitely strikes me as the type who would follow you around like a puppy and do anything you ask! könig aka sunshine/golden retriever bf we all deserve <3

- want him to carry your purse? done

- need some help around the shop? no problem

- you end up buying too much at the store and need him to hold everything for you? you got it

- someone bothering you? consider it already taken care of

- he’s basically your bodyguard and takes your safety very, very seriously; the epitome of scary boyfriend privilege right here

- this man adores you and worships the ground you walk on!!!! enamored doesn’t even begin to express his feelings for you

- literal definition of a simp

- would do anything and everything for you; i’m talking he would kill or die for you (he’s a bit dramatic but we love that about him)

- he loves holding your hand, playing with your fingers, brushing your hair as you lay on his chest ! könig goes crazy for that stuff :)

- especially loves skin-to-skin contact because he wants to get as close to you as possible; he just can’t get enough!

- as i’ve said before, this man’s love language is physical touch and he uses it as a relaxant if he’s anxious or on sensory overload

- extremely observant and can read you like a book (as can you; the two of you just get each other, ya know? match made in heaven fr)

- perfect for cuddling ! literally more comfortable than any pillow or bed, so you end up sleeping on him most of the time and he’s 100% okay with that

- könig loves having you in his arms, especially if he’s just recently come back from a mission, and it makes him so unbelievably happy that you feel safe with him :’)

- has a picture of you in his wallet that he pulls out every single night while he’s away from you on a mission. the poor photo is so wrinkled and faded from the number of times he takes it out but he refuses to throw it away even when you suggest on replacing it; he would never pass up on more pictures of you but i can guarantee he would keep all of them (scrapbook king <3)

- he’s as much of a lover as he is a fighter and i stand by that

- would never ever raise his voice at you; if the two of you get in an argument, he would simply take a breather and maybe go for a walk to clear his head before coming back to hug you and apologize and make things right

- if when he eventually proposes, i know for a fact that it would be with a family heirloom that holds a lot of history and sentimental value (because he’s sweet like that)

- he’s such a good guy, i love him to death!!!! (men all over the world: take notes)

[triplesilverstar]

Day 25

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Demon Wolfwood X F!Reader 

CW:  grinding, clothes sex, Penis in vagina sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, Daddy Kink, cream pies

Word count: 2371

A/N: Day 24, The final section of the demon Wolfwood series. You can find part one here and part two here

After the events in the bathroom, you started to slowly accept that Wolfwood really was a permanent fixture in your life now. But as time passed you found his presence less and less annoying, he wasn’t a slouch, helping you look after the apartment, doing some of the cooking. He worked under the table while you were in the office, shrugged, and pointed out it wasn’t like he could get a real job. Learning he liked living in the mortal realm, his best friend who was a high-ranking demon lived in the mortal world and he often spent time with him as well, yet doing his best to ensure neither of you ever met. 

The turning point in your relationship came when you got sick. Not deathly sick, more of the flu to kick the shit out of you sick. Wolfwood had been amazing, from running you some hot baths, making you soup, and serving as a heater to help your body with all your aches and pains. 

Anything and everything you wanted he did. When you asked him why he was doing it at one point while your nose was running like a faucet he just shrugged in his Wolfwood way and stated “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my summoner, I’m supposed to help you.” Then pressed a kiss to your forehead as you fell asleep in his embrace later. 

After that, there was a noticeable change in how you reacted to him, after sex one night asking him to stay and cuddle. The next night when you went to bed asking if he would join you, and not just for the sex you needed to have every few days never wanting to repeat the way your body reacted when you almost died in your own bathroom. 

You also found yourself seeking him out either before or after work to kiss him, knowing he enjoyed it from the way his little tail would twitch. 

Some things were still annoying though, and how he’d put on a cute act when he knew you were pissed with him. Some demon when he was making puppy dog eyes at you because he accidentally broke your favorite coffee mug. That night he peppered your face with quick kisses till you told him he was forgiven but you were still mad. 

Another night when he was balls deep inside of you moaning his name he stopped you “Nicholas. Call me Nicholas.” Afterward, with his head pressing between your breasts, breathing against your sweat-slicked skin he explained more. 

“My name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood.” Running your hands along his back while he’s still deep inside you, you giggle making him glance at you. 

“Nice to meet you Nicholas D. Wolfwood. I find myself curious. What’s the D stand for?” Not missing a beat he laughed kissing the skin he could reach, giving it a light suck before pulling away with a pop. 

“As far as you need to know Dick, because it’s what I give you.” Both of you had laughed at that, pulling his head up towards yours to kiss him properly. 

You still aren’t sure when he made the transition from being a life friend you were stuck with, to a life partner you were stuck with. Just that one day you were aware of it, kissing him deeply with a whisper of “you complete me” against his lips before you pulled away to head to work. 

When you’d gotten home, Nicholas had pinned you against the closed door, practically drinking you down with his mouth before letting you suck in some much-needed air. “You’re my everything, Darlin.” Then he was on you again, and fucking you against the door hoping it was as soundproof as your landlord had claimed. 

Which brought you to today.

Lying down on your couch, Nicholas behind you his head resting on a pillow set against the armrest, your own head just under his so you could both see the TV unobstructed. A hmph out of him watching the show. “No demon would let it get itself killed by a teenager in a skirt.” 

“It’s a show babe. It’s meant for entertainment.” Laughing at his annoyed tone, his hand trailing along your side before dipping down to tease the skin above your lounge pants. 

“You find this entertaining?” You can hear the sound of his eyes rolling in his skull, his chest moving behind you and you feel the muscles flex. Grabbing his hand with your own to tangle your fingers together and pulling it up to your chest. 

“It has some great plot. Plus the whole premise is ya know it’s the opposite of monster movies? Where the pretty girl runs away and is chased by the monster.” Pressing both of your hands against the swell of your breasts, your bra is long gone for the day. 

“Why would the monster care if she’s a pretty girl? Any human would do.” That makes you laugh more, letting go of his hand which he tries to keep against your body and pushing yourself up and around to face him. His eyes follow your movements, reaching up to cup his cheek, his expression changing right away the annoyance washing away as he nuzzles against your palm. 

“Does that mean you wouldn’t chase me?” Teasing him and playing with the hair covering his chest and placing a kiss where his heart should be. 

“I’d chase you to the end of the earth Darlin.” His voice dropped lower, but the same tender look was still on his face. “But I have a very different reason to chase you.” His hand gripping your side, kneading at it. “Not the one you’re thinking of either.” 

Laughing more as you lean against his warm skin, you had been thinking of that exact reason. Shifting to look up at his face again, taking in his features, the constant short hairs along his chin, the point of his nose, and the shape of his ears and horns. As much as you know his horns are sensitive, you like touching his ears just as much. Finding it funny too how many crosses he wears since they’re supposed to ward off demons. 

Hearing him groan, and then you’re yelping, Nicholas moving and you’re suddenly under him feeling his hips pressing hard against you. Catching your mouth in a kiss, his tongue sweeping against your lips, and you part them with a happy hum pressing yours out to meet his. Hands sliding along the plains of his chest and reaching up to give his nipples a twist, making him hiss against you. Breaking apart you smirk up at him “I don’t know like this I’m pretty sure of the reason.” Giving your hips a quick roll and feeling the bulge pressed between the two of you, grinding upwards to feel more of him. 

“It’s an added bonus.” Moving his head to nip at the skin of your throat, a trail of kisses along your collarbone before he’s sucking into the skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, just below the line he knows is hidden by your shirts for work. 

Humming as you drag your hands the rest of the way up his chest and along his neck before tangling them into his hair trying to gently pull him away and up to your lips once more. At your insistence Nicholas pops off your neck, grinning at the mess of blue and purple already forming along your skin proud of himself.

“You look so good covered in my marks.” Letting you guide his head using his hair like a set of reins before taking over to catch you in a kiss filled with a fiery passion, almost like a real fire with the way his mouth works against yours and you’re happy to be consumed by him. A flame of desire starting to burn low in your core still grinding up against him, his wide palms sensually sliding down your sides before hooking the elastic of the waistband and dragging them down your thighs. Giving him better access to your steadily dampening underwear, tracing the outside of your pussy with one of his fingers causing you to pull away and moan long and low. 

The sound sent a line of fire right to his dick, twitching in the confines of his lounge pants. It wanted somewhere much warmer and wetter to press against instead of the fluffy soft fabric. 

Growling, and pulling the elastic band down just enough so his cock and balls were hanging free before going back to playing with your folds through the cotton of your soaked panties. Fuck Wolfwood thoroughly enjoyed just how wet you would get for him, how your entire body would respond to his, and now how your tight pussy would squeeze his cock just right to make sure you got every single drop of his release.

“Wanna fuck, just like this Darlin? Still mostly clothed, I got an idea to make you see stars?” The husky sound of his voice rang in your ears and your clit throbbed almost painfully in response. 

“Yea, Nico.” Panting against his lips, licking at the corner of his mouth. “Make a mess of us and the couch.” 

That’s all Wolfood needs to hear, taking your loose words as if they’re a command and leaning backward on his knees. Grabbing both of your ankles and lifting your legs so he can grab both with one of his and holding them to the side of his body. Groaning at the sight of your clothed-soaked pussy, grasping his cock and shuddering as it throbs in his palm. Shuffling closer to you using his thumb to push the drenched fabric away to reveal your shiny plump lips to him. He doesn’t bother teasing you, no he wants you wrapped around his cock and spasming around him now lining the tip up and jerking his hips to slam himself home. Your slick channel feels impossibly tight in this position and Wolfwood almost cums on the spot, not that it would matter since tonight he wants to fuck you for several rounds. 

Mewing as he breaches you and the burning sensation of his cock as he forces your walls to accept all of him in one thrust. A feeling you’ve come to relish, licking your lips as a warmth in your core spreads helped by the heat of his flesh inside of you. You keep reminding yourself you need to ask him if his cock and seed are that hot because he’s a demon or he’s just always been like that. Wolfwood wastes no time, setting a pace and holding your legs at an angle and to the side ensuring you feel every vein and bump on his thick cock. Like this, he feels bigger and you love the squelch coming from between your legs as he hammers inside of your core. 

Every thrust pulls more and more wetness from your walls, clenching around his hot flesh feeling it dribble from your pussy down your ass. Head thrown back enjoying the building pressure inside of your body. 

Wolfwood is certainly enjoying the sight, a thick ring of cream forming around his base as he thrusts from tip to balls inside of you feeling when at the apex of his hip movement that spongy part deep in your core. A spot that when you cum massages his tip as if kissing it, that feeling no matter how many times he’s spilled inside of you makes him rock hard again. “Damn Darlin, you look good like that. Such a good girl for this dick aren’t ya.” Slapping his palm to your ass watching and feeling your pussy clamp down on him, the muscles of your stomach twitching from the onslaught to your inner walls. “Ya know no other dick can make you feel the way mine does?”

“Yea, baby.” Your words are almost broken as you try to answer him between your mews hands grasping your own tits, squeezing and kneading them. Another slap to your ass making your body jolt and your insides clench around his dick again.

“Good girl. Because until the day you die, this little cunt is mine, and I’m gonna fill you up. Who knows, maybe I’ll put enough of my seed in you I’ll give you a little version of me.” Hissing as you clamped down like your walls were trying to milk him, raising an eyebrow at how tight you went. “Damn Darlin. Ya getting off on that? Does my summoner have a breeding kink? Cus if that’s the case I’ll bred ya till ya can’t walk.”

“Ah. Nico! Daddy!” That has his eyebrows raising even more, but fuck if you aren’t turned on, you didn’t think you had a breeding kink. Or a Daddy kink for that matter but right now your body is what’s in control.

Pushing more against your body and letting your crossed ankles rest against his shoulder Wolfwood reaches down and starts playing with your clit. “Come on my good girl. Cream all over your daddy’s big demon cock.” Almost as if on his command you do just that, inner walls going blisteringly tight, and Wolfwood lets his own release go, the head of his cock buried as deeply inside your body as he can go. 

A cry of his name on your lips as that burning seed of his splashes against your womb, sighing as you start to relax. Humming when one of his warm hands starts to rub across the skin of your lower belly. You know his seed can’t take in your womb, well aware of the reason he needs to keep planting his demonic cum inside of you as part of the deal struck when you summoned him. Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the thought of it while having sex.

“Daddy eh?” Your first orgasm done, now Wolfwood is teasing you. Cracking an eye open to take in his wicked grin.

“Guess that’s a new kink unlocked.” Licking your lips before smirking at him. “Daddy.” 

Feeling a twitch inside your slick walls from his still-hard cock. “Hell yea.” Both of you laughing as round two gets underway.  

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[rigginsstreet]

Steve Harrington is a pretty good choice in partner, but Billy is of the solid opinion that everything can be improved. And what won't be improved willingly can always be roped and dragged there kicking and screaming.

First and foremost; that godforsaken bedroom his boyfriend expects him to sleep in. Billy actually physically recoils the first time Harrington opens the door, and decides immediately if you ever want to break a man, just lock him in here.

Looking at his dad's bare asshole would invoke less of a vomit reflex than tartan on tartan. Also, whoever actually created and sold tartan wallpaper needs to be killed for the immediate greater good of humanity.

Still. The wallpaper is a longcon kinda game, so Billy turns his attention to something that can be fixed with relative swiftness.

The fire is roaring and crackling when Steve comes home from work, and his boyfriend scrunches his nose at it with a pleased, surprised smile. "Howdy, Pyro," he greets, leans over Billy's shoulder to warm his hands. Billy offers him the pack of marshmallows and, subtly, uses his heel to kick the pair of scissors further under the deck chair.

"Is that fabric?" Steve asks on his third marshmallow, leaning so close to the flames Billy has to pull him back lest he lose a brow.

"Eh, scraps I found in the garage."

Two weeks later, Steve has been rib-deep in his closet for a good half an hour before he calls out; "hey, Cake? Do you know where my green sweater is?"

Billy can't help smiling a slow, smug, sly little thing as he dries off the last dish. "Sorry, Hidalgo. No idea."

The next time, Steve brought it on himself. The faux-fur monstrosity he wears out to the movies looks like he cut up a rug made out of unfortunate roadkill and shaped it like a jacket, and honestly, Billy's just doing the Lord's work when he trips and spills a blue slushie all over it. It'll never wash out, and Harrington wisely decides the thing has lived a full life and deserves to visit the landfill of eternal rest.

The day after, Billy buys a cream colored suede jacket with sheepskin on the collar and cuffs. Presents it to Steve, pouty and apologetic, and Steve wears it for a week straight when they go out. It makes his eyes look deeper, darker. Makes the pink on his cheeks stand out a little.

Two months into dating proper, Steve wears an honest to god vest that Nancy got him for his birthday to Jonathan's college leaving party, and Billy has to do breathing exercises before getting in the car.

"You love him," he mutters, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You love him. His dick is fucking huge. You love him. He eats your ass like he's starving. You love him...."

The vest, ultimately, accidentally gets washed with a pair of jeans Billy doesn't really care about anyway, which happen to have a forgotten switchblade in the pocket, and Billy has to visibly school his expression when Steve pulls it out of the machine a half-hour later in eight different pieces.

They're three months, two jackets, three sweats, one vest and a pair of honest to god flared khakis ("they're novelty, Billy!") later, and they're laying together in their newly papered bedroom when Steve rolls over him, tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear and says;

"The guilt is eating me alive, so. How about next time you hate something I wear, you just tell me, and we can donate it to charity so you can get me something else, my conscience stays clear, and we're both happy, mm?"

Billy grins. "And inflict those crimes against humanity on other people? Damn, Long Johnson. Knew you were a secret sadist. That's kinda hot," he bites his lip and Steve laughs, squirms up close, fingers digging into Billy's hips, words hot on his ear.

"Oh, Barbie. If you wanna see sadism, I'll show you my christmas sweater collection."

I AM SCREAMING AT THESE NICKNAMES!!!!

billy is gonna queer eye steve so hard when they start dating ... he loves the rich preppy boy money he does NOT love the yuppie fashion he has to draw a line somewhere

[gracielukey]

Sige.

1

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Filipino Spider-Woman Reader (not yet established.)

Summary: You just sucked into the spider society when you were accidentally got involved in an Anomaly.

word count: 2177

Warning: none

I am not a writer.. like absolutely not one at all 😭 this is my first ever like fanfic this year.. and like no proof read bcs ADHD said I can't have nice things

not a native speaker aswell.. so might use some words incorrectly also like bad grammar.

You found yourself being thrown all over the place by your universe's version of Doc Ock, Again. he went on explaining how and why he called himself that his achievements and how people like her ruined his life, name; basic villain monologue.

It was in the middle of the day, it was scourging hot especially in the summer heat. Both of you were tired, you honestly expected yourself to die in the hands of heatstroke in a couple of minutes if you were being honest.

"Uy.. Doc. What if uwi nalang muna tayo.. ang init eh! As in mamatay ako sa init if itutuloy natin toh.. like ikaw din naman claro naiinitan. Gusto mo I-Libre pa kita ng ice cream!"

(Hey doc, what if we go home for now.. its like super hot! To the point I'd die because of the heat if we continued this. Like It's clear you're also feeling the heat. If you want I can but you an ice cream!)

you told him, like it was just another Wednesday thing. The fact you weren't taking him seriously struck a cord. Why couldn't you take him seriously? Is he just one of those villain of the weak you keep talking about when he was studying you, more like stalking but it's all in the name of defeat you; it isn't stalking. he laughed trying to keep in the anger that was building up inside of him.

"Are.. you even taking me seriously?" his metal tentacles slowly rising him, in a way to intimidate you. You replied immediately with a no. A deadpan face plastered all over.

"Bakit kita seseryosohin?" (Why would I take you seriously?") placing your hands on your hips, he growled in anger. He lost it. He laughed maniacally, he started attacking all over the place. Swinging, you wrapped your web all over his tentacles before pinning him into the ground. Hardening your webs and making it a saw like string. You cut it off before webbing Doc Ock, only leaving his mouth and nose not covered in web before dialing the police.

It has been like that everyday. Ever since 4 months ago. the current craze was Lato-Lato which made you and your friends go on a rabbit hole of things you guys did as kids that's how you ended up in that situation. you were catching spiders with your friends to make a betting game on which spider was better.

Minutes later, you found an amazing colorful spider. Despite knowing that anything colorful is a sign to not get close to it, you got closer.. closer.. before having it all up to your face. Getting the empty match box ready, you placed your hand with the match box in it, in front of the spider. It went inside the box, that was easy enough. 'I didn't need to push it inside?' You placed the match box inside your pocket, not realizing you didn't close it properly. You walked back to your friend group, hoping the spider you picked as a the face for the fight would win.

Not knowing any better, you happy got back to your friends, excited to show them the spider you found.

"GUYS TIGNAN NIYO! ASTIG NG MUKHA NG GAGAMBA O!!" (GUYS LOOK! ITS A COOL LOOKING SPIDER)

you hurriedly showed them the spider you found, but when you tried taking it out your pocket, its turns out the spider long left the match box and instead has been waiting for you to put your hand back in the pockets, ready to bite. While looking for the match box, it crawled on your hand and bit you by the hand.

"GAGO— PUTANG INA" (BASTARD— SON OF A BITCH)

you immediately started shaking your hands trying to get the spider off. Your friends huddle around you, looking concerned as you pointed to the spider that was running away. You screamed in pain as one of your friends laughed, you wanted to slap them, you were preparing to slap them but instead, you.. webbed their face?

Everyone froze in fear, especially you. The one you webbed started freaking out immediately screaming to get it of their face. You rushed in and tried taking it off but they just screamed and told you to get away from them. They didn't hate you, just scared that you might web them again. You backed off and the others immediately helped them.

You sat down looking at your palms, you tried doing what you did earlier, in hopes you were just imagining it. But no, you didn't. You accidentally webbed the person you webbed earlier, AGAIN. Earning an annoyed groan from them.

"Ginagago mo ba ako?"(are you fucking with me?) They said, in a muffled tone since they were webbed.

It seems like the atmosphere has gotten better. They all started laughing instead of being afraid of you, same with the person you webbed.

After that day, they helped you get better with your abilities. You all made an oath to only keep this new found ability of yours at the back of everyones head. Your knowledge in martial arts came in handy when you started becoming more confident in your abilities, stopping Robbers murderers, and abusers.

Word spread fast when marites and chismosos exist. Because of it, you had to make a costume. Thankfully, one of your friends is a cosplayer. An amazing costume maker at that. You drew the design and they helped stitch the costume. Since the weather in the Philippines was hell, you guys decided to make a costume that could hide your identity but breezy enough to let you not die of a heatstroke.

After your short stand off with Doc Ock, you were hit in the face by a big.. human like.. vulture? It spoke in a glitch that you couldn't understand. Even it's own body started glitching out. It flew all over the place, knocking down lights and even got stuck at the cable wires that connected each post light together. It got shocked into oblivion, causing the chase to end short.

You wrapped yourself in clothes before pulling it down, hoping that you wouldn't end up in the same fate as that disgusting bird. You wrapped it in web before hardening it and letting it become solid like cement. You didn't want to see that disgusting bird ever again.

It's like the lord agreed with your opinion on it being disgusting, a lady drove out of a portal..? She hopped off her sports motorcycle and smiled at you before webbing the end of her motor and the vulture.

You stood there, confused as webbed up the vulture even more. Especially because of the fact she just came out of a portal. She then looked back at you, before talking.

"Spider-woman."

*you tensed up before speaking up*

"m uhm me too!-"

You waved at her nervously. She was clearly a spider person like you too; so you took off your mask revealing your nervous smile. The stranger then giggled at your nervousness.

"I'm not here to hurt you honey, just tryna retrieve an anomaly okay?" She walked up to you before patting your back. "Actually, I'm here to invite you as well." she fetched something by the compartment of her Motorcycle; then tossing the bracelet your way. You catch it before looking at her with a puzzled face.

"What.. am I supposed to do with this Gizmo?" You said while examining the object. She then walked up to you and wrapped it around your wrists.

"I want you to wear this as a temporary thing before you give me your final decision. I want to invite you an elite spider society but I want you to know it before joining. What do you say?"

you looked at the gizmo on your wrist before nodding carefully. She then smiled and pulled your wrist, she rode her motorcycle, then patted the back seat, waiting for you to sit behind her.

"Oh uhm okay!" You sat behind her, wrapping your hands around her waist like muscle memory. You heard her tapping her wrist watch before a portal opened and sent you into a tunnel like area. You clung onto thinking if you let go you might die. You wanted to scream while being tossed all over the place but you just hugged her even tighter before you could even process anything, she already landed onto a base filled with many spider people like you.

A spider person greeted the stranger that brought you here then took the vulture that was wrapped in cement and then went away. You looked even more confused. What is going on?

You felt someone walk up behind you. Turning around you accidentally bumped them. Your face on their chest before you took a couple of steps back before slowly looking up to see a face filled with so much darkness.

He then looked down at you before looking back at the Stranger. "Jessica.. you recruited someone? Again?" he said before sighing and then rubbing his temples.

You stood there frozen while looking at him then Jessica. "uh—" the tall male figure then turned his head to face you. You immediately closed your mouth.

"Mhmm they seem to have the talent for it! Besides they got wrapped into it. We can't just leave them confused like this. Isn't that right honey?" You looked back at Jessica immediately replying with a loud yes and a salute.

You heard the big man's deep chuckle. It sent shivers down your spine. "Jessica I'll handle it from here." She nodded before riding her Motorcycle then drove away.

He started walking. He didn't even say for you to follow but you did. You followed him like a lost puppy.

After awhile, you guys arrived at this dark.. office? There was a platform in the middle.. which he stepped onto and you followed, you got startled when it when it started to float.

The man turned to you before looking down once again. "I know who you are, You're Y/FN Y/LN. Earth-9BZ16." you looked at him wide eyed. Is he a stalker or something? And earth what?

"I am.. uhm—" he turned to face the screen then dragged a video of you fighting before stopping. "You have Potential. I never planned on recruiting you but since you got tangled up in this mess, I'm here to offer you a position."

"oh uhm— Okay!" You stood there nervously trying to understanding what's happening.

"You see all of these spider people?"

"Yeah?"

"My and everyone else in this Society's job is to ensure that their canon event happens. Like yours and many others." he pulled a screen flashing everyones canon event happening. Including yours when your Aunt Marites died. You cried as she died in your arms from a villain attack while you were focused on evacuating everyone else. She was so busy on trying to look for you so you could escape as well.

Tears started to pool on your eyes when looking at it. "Not cool man.. you can't just show me hard events that happened to me and say it's a canon event." You said before sniffing and wiping away your tears.

"I had to give you an example of a canon event." You rolled your eyes before taking in a sharp breathe.

"Why do you ensure that we get trauma? Why can't we just let these.. get like you know. Not happen. For character development?" You said sarcastically

"Precisely." Oh. You didn't expect that.

"What if I don't want that to happen." You snapped

"Would you rather for one person to die or an entire universe to die?" He pulled a video, a universe collapsing. Not showing who's universe it is.

"I.. how do you know that that's sure to happen? Huh?" You looked back at him with eyes filled with confusion.

He sighed before zooming out of the video. Before replaying the scene again. It showed a video of him running and having a child in his arms, she was crying in his arms, 'Dad..Daddy! Please—' she then disappeared, dissolving into bits of glitches. His face was filled with distraught and shock.

The video cuts there. You look at him. with sadness in your eyes. You were scared of that reality, you felt pity for him. He closed the tab before looking back at you. "Now do you understand why we have to keep the canon event from happening?"

the video kept flashing in your mind, your eyes swelled up from how much a selfish act can make a universe disappear. "y..yeah." You replied weakly.

He offered a watch, the same thing the spider people walking around including him and Jessica were wearing. "Will you join us, to keep the universe, Multiverse. Safe?"

You placed your hand on-top of the watch before looking at him with determined eyes. "yes. I will."

He then placed took of the bracelet Jessica placed on your arm before putting the watch on your wrist. "Good."

[sleepysheepytea]

*kicks down the door to ur inbox and crashes onto the floor*

,,,,,,, list of canons for ur ice cream boys por favor

why hello there, welcome to my brain

HEHE THANKIES FOR ASKIN I SHALL NOW INFODUMP

Tenshi Lee: ~On a tklish scale of 1-10, he's probably an 8 or 9. ~He may not be very ticklish in many different places, but that one spot on his back makes up for it. ~He's still quite ticklish in the normal places but oh my gosh he will die if the one spot is tickled. ~Very very very squirmy. He's quite energetic in general so he's very wiggly when he's tickled. ~Soft and gentle tickles probably make him laugh the hardest for who knows what reason. Feathers definitely have a large effect on him hehe. ~He has mixed feelings about being tickled - he likes when his friends or family does it, but he's also been tormented with it from other people before hhhggf ~He has a lot of undiagnosed and untreated mental issues, so he very much appreciates cheer-up or comfort tickles. ~He also loves tickle fights, he thinks they're really fun, even though he doesn't win too often. Ler: ~A very cheeky n smug ler. ~He's quite revenge based, it's not very often that he gets tickled without giving payback. ~Sometimes when his mental state is not great he will trace along Reuel's palms as a distraction when he can't do anything else. This obviously is not super peachy for Reuel, but he bears through it hhf.

Reuel Lee: ~On the scale, he's probably a 6. ~He's definitely ticklish in more places than Tenshi, but he doesn't have a spot as bad as Tenshi does. ~His worst spot overall is probably his stomach, which does not bode well for him considering Tenshi and Ichigo's love for sneak attacks through tickle hugs. ~He doesn't really like laughing, he tends to take himself too seriously, but he definitely lets loose a little bit with his friends. ~He's somehow always caught off guard when he's tickled out of nowhere like dude this has happened a zillion times how have u not caught on yet you've got a big brain use it. ~He knows he's a lot stronger than Tenshi, but he often lets him win tickle fights even if he knows he could easily. ~Tenshi and Ichigo oftentimes team up on him to get him to loosen up. Ler: ~Ohhhhh boy oh boy watch out ~He's quite ruthless when he wants to be. ~Most of the time, his evil ler comes out when Tenshi and Ichigo mess around with him to annoy him fhffh. And he is quite evil, especially considering he knows their spots like the back of his hand. (he does have to be careful tho cuz they often get revenge) ~Ofc he does have a somft ler side too, mainly for Tenshi when he's upset.

Ichigo Lee: ~On the scale, he's probably a 6 or 7. ~He's very quiet and really shy, but if his feet are tickled, he will get VERY loud fhhfhf. He will scream. ~Pretty squirmy, but more kicky than anything. Even if he's having fun, he kicks a lot and oftentimes tends to try and grab the ler's hands. (He has accidentally kicked both Tenshi and Reuel in the face before and he freaked out while they desperately tried to assure him that it was ok ahdshf) ~He very much loves tickle hugs, he's very snuggly. ~He tends to bury his face in his giant sleeves if he's giggling who knows why ~His. Nose. Is. VERY. Ticklish. Like ok. If someone brushes it with a feather, he'll react nearly as much as he would if his footers are tickled. But also. Because it's so ticklish, he'll EASILY sneeze. ~Tenshi and Reuel find it absolutely hilarious and very often just take feathers to his face cuz it's adorable to hear a lil squeaky sneeze in the middle of him laughing DHSDDKJFDFJS Ler: ~Oh dear he pretty much cannot tickle others for the life of him. ~He tries his best tho, he just gets too nervous if he's trying to do it by himself. If he's got help, it's a little bit easier for him cuz he just follows what the other is doing fhfhhf