#my jaw physically dropped when i saw this thank you so so much

[patscorner]

FAMILY DINNER PART2

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, physical altercation, mentions of blood, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed, lmk if I missed something

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The rest of the dinner was just as awkward as you'd thought it'd be. You can't really come back from your father implying you and your boyfriend just fucked in the bathroom of your childhood home, at the first family 'reunion' in 2 years.

So there you sat, eating your food in silence, waiting -no- begging, that someone cut the tension.

And finally someone does. And as they say, careful what you wish for.

"How many plates have you had, dear?" Your mom asked, looking up from her plate. You look back at her, before glancing at your plate and back to at her again.

"This is my second." You say, mouth full of food. You were thankful that people took your mother's talking as an invitation to also continue their conversations.

"Maybe we should slow down, you know? Save room for dessert, which you clearly don't need." She smiles, as if what she said was the best piece of advice she'd ever given anyone.

Her comments always bothered you, no matter how much you were told to ignore them. But when it came to your weight, it hurt the most. The comments were the worst in high school, as you were a little heavier than the average petite high schooler. But it was never as serious as your mom made it. So when you were a sophomore in high school, you developed an eating disorder, where you couldn't eat even if you tried, where you spent hours crying in front of the mirror, wishing you were skinnier to fit your mother's impossible expectations.

You fought that battle for years, 3 years to be exact. Your mom couldn't help because she saw nothing wrong with what you were doing. She would say, 'It's worth it.' And when you're young, you tend to believe everything your parents say because they'd 'never hurt you.' So after you moved out, Chris helped you get help, and you won your long and cruel battle. Obviously, you still have your days and your moments, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. Not with your new family. People who actually cared.

"S'cuse me?" You say, your voice laced with agitation.

"Well, honey, you don't want to get fat again, do you?" She said, shoveling broccoli into her mouth.

You had stopped chewing completely, making sure you heard her correctly. You looked over at Chris, who was looking at your mom with his jaw clenched. You look back at your mom and out your hand on Chris's thigh as to tell him to relax.

You felt him put his hand over yours and squeeze, a symbol of reassurance.

You sit back in your seat, looking at your plate in defeat. Guess you were done for the night. But your dad wasn't. In fact, your dad was drunk.

"Oh, honey, leave her alone. She's not nearly as huge as she used to be." He slurred, taking another sip from his beer.

"Okay, this isn't neces-" you start, only to be cut off by your parents. Shocker.

"What do you mean? I mean, look at her, David. She's just as big as she was in high school." You mom says gesturing to you.

Your heart dropped, anger and embarrassment filling your veins. "What the fuck, mom?!" You cry out. "Not only is that something you shouldn't say about people, especially your fucking kid, but I'm also right in front of you. At least have some decency to shit-talk me in private." You remove your hand from your boyfriends lap.

Your mom looks at you in shock, and your dad squints at you. "Woah, woah, relax dear. It's not only your fault. You can't help it." She said, reaching for your hand.

You pull your hand away, a look of disgust covering your face. "I don't want to hear that, mom, why's my weight always been a big fucking obsession of yours?" You snap. You feel Chris's hand on your thigh, which you push off quickly. Usually, when you're angry, the last thing you wanted was to be touched.

"It's not my fault. You were huge. I was trying to help you. Nobody wants a pig as their bride, y/n." She spits. Her words feel like daggers, stabbing into your heart.

"You weren't trying to help. You were doing this for yourself. You never cared about it. You only did it because it made you look good to have skinny, petite children. I'm not you or any of them." You gesture to you siblings. The conversations had stopped by now, all of them watching as you and your parents bickered. Embarrassing. "You're a selfish bitch, who never cared about anybody else but herself a-"

"Hey! You watch how you speak to your mother!" Your dad stands up, and instinctively, so did you and your siblings. James and Peter were the first up, while Julia walked over and made sure Maya wasn't in the room.

Nick, Matt, and Chris all stood up too, but they weren't sure what to do, which you would've found funny, but considering the circumstances...

"Let's all relax, okay." Peter attempts to butt in. He's always been so soft-spoken, but if he needs to, he'll beat the shit outta someone. You knew what he was capable of. You'd seen it when your first boyfriend cheated on you.

Your dad directed his attention to Peter. "You shut the fuck up. You have no room to speak because you're a sorry excuse for a son." He drunkenly pointed at Peter.

"You're talking. You can't even see straight half the time, let alone be eligible to give advice." James, your younger brother spits.

Ah, you'd taught him well.

"You watch your mouth before I knock you the fuck out." Your dad spits, and that seems to shut James up. It breaks your heart knowing your father hadn't changed, and when you left, probably laid hands on your younger siblings. And it appears as though Peter's heart broke, too.

Peter stepped closer to your dad, with the same face of anger you'd seem many times before. "You hit them too, Dad? After what you promised!?" He said, his voice raised.

It was all too much. There are too many memories, too many flashbacks. There are too many similarities of past events.

"O-okay, Peter, relax." You attempt, knowing how fast this could escalate. You hold Chris's hand and squeeze tightly.

"Yeah, listen to the pig, Peter." Your father gritted his teeth.

"With all due respect, sir, I'm gonna need you to stop calling your daughter a pig." You hear an unexpected voice. Chris.

Your dad whips his head, staring at Chris with his eyebrows raised, unimpressed. Little did he know, Chris played hockey, and his brothers, who wouldn't hesitate to jump in, also played hockey.

"Chri-" You start.

"No, no, I'd like to hear what he has to say." Your father mocks.

"No! No, please let's just sto-" you get cut off again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N." Your dad yells, taking very quick steps to you.

Chris stood in front of you, Peter and James behind your father.

"Move." He growled at Chris.

Chris sucked his teeth, with fake disappointment on his face. "Sorry, can't do that one, sir."

Your dad huffed, allowing Chris to smell every sip of alcohol he'd drunk. "Move." He stated again.

Chris shook his head. "That's my daughter! Get the fuck out of the way, tough guy."

Chris cocked his head. "Really, because based off what I've seen, you sure don't talk to her like it." He spoke, his voice calm, but stern.

That was it. Your dad snapped. He swung his fist, hitting Chris in the nose. "Dad! What the fuck!" You say.

You watch as Chris doubles over, holding his nose, followed by yelling from everyone in the room. You can't understand anything, but you do know that your dad's got his hands around your collar and is holding you close to his face.

You feel the tears start to fall as the scent of alcohol burns your nose. "You're a little bitch, letting this puny excuse of a man speak to me like that."

"Let her go, dad!" James screamed, followed by Peter's yelling.

You look over and make eye contact with your mom. She stood there, arms crossed, not a single expression on her face. She just let it happen.

Your dad shook you. "LOOK AT ME." He shouted in your face. You closed your eyes, as tears began to fall.

"CHRIS NO!" Nick yells. That's all you hear before you dropped. You didn't realize he was choking you until he let go. You look up and see Chris on top of your dad, landing blows like he if were in a hockey game. Your dad got a few heavy punches in, too, as you expected.

Chris had a bloody nose, a bloody lip, and crimson knuckles. Blood stained his big hands, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your father's.

Matt and Nick finally managed to push Chris out of the house, leaving you and your family. Your dad was still screaming drunk profanities, while James made sure you were okay. Peter and your mom held your dad back from chasing your boyfriend.

You had walked out of the dining room and went to sit on the stairs. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself slip into a familiar but unfamiliar trance. You were completely unaware of your surroundings at this point, so lost in your brain that the rest of your body was just frozen.

You don't know how long you are disassociating for, but you heard muffled shouting until you didn't. The yelling was replaced with ringing, something your brain did as a coping mechanism, mostly when you were young and hiding with your siblings in the bathroom while your dad trashed your home.

"-aby, can you take a deep breath from me?" You look up, but your vision is blurred, and you can't make out who's speaking - or anything for that matter.

You blink slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It usually took you a while to come back to reality during these moments.

"Can someone get her a cup of water?" You hear the voice again, and despite your yearning to speak, you can't get any words out. Your mouth opens, and you try to speak, but it comes out more of a choked whine.

"Shh, I know, sweetheart, it's okay." Chris wipes the tears coming for your cheeks. Your pupils were enlarged, and your eyes were open, but you couldn't see.

"Thank you." Chris muttered as Matt handed him a cup of ice water. "Here, baby." He put his hands in the icy water, shaking them, so his hands are damp. He took your hands, which had a death grip on your hoodie, and rubbed his cold fingers over your knuckles.

You focused on the feeling of his frigid fingers and you felt yourself coming back to reality.

You blink quickly as more tears fall. "Aw ma, don't cry, it's okay, sweetheart." Chris coos, placing his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs on the bone.

His attempts to ground you are successful, as your eyes finally focus on his eyes. "Hey, hey, you coming back to me, baby?" Chris asks, his voice soothingly attempting to comfort you.

You nod absent-mindedly, relief flooding your body as you come back to reality.

You take in your surroundings for the first time in what felt like forever. You're sat on the stairs, your hands shaking from the adrenaline flowing through your veins.

You finally make eye contact with Chris, his eyes full of love and worry. He's got a bruise on the side of his face, a busted lip, and blood falling from his nose, smeared on his upper lip.

"Chris..." you say, cupping his face, rubbing his cheeks down to his lip, frowning when he winced. "Baby..."

He pulls away, chuckling lightly. "It's fine, baby, I'm okay. I just wanted to make sure you were safe." He squeezed your hips in reassurance.

"I'm okay." You say. But then your mind screams at you. "Fuck, where's Maya... an-and, James. Oh, fuck, what about Julia and Pet-" your cut off by Chris's lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss, your hands trailing down his neck.

He pulls away and smiles sadly. "Thank you." You whisper, looking down. "Anytime, baby. I'm so sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry." He said, leaning his forehead on yours.

You shake your head. "It's okay, he's a fucking asshole." Chris kisses your cheek. "Let's get outta here? I made a little bit of a mess."

You raise your eyebrows. "A little?" Chris kisses his teeth and scoffs.

You smile and kiss his cheek. "Anybody would've done it, Chris. It's okay, really." You speak softly.

Chris smiles and helps you up. "Let's go home." He leads you down the stairs and reaches for the door.

But it opens before he can open it.

"Oh my god."

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(Man, I wonder who that is)

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[milaisreading]

hi! Ok, what about fic where manager have to wear something like mascot costume (like ears and tail) or something like maid dress (you can choose anything you want) all day because of JFU and fan service for BLLK TV during the NEO egoists league arc. And when boy see her in this costume, they are frustrated, freaks out and try their best to cover her and get away from the cameras.

Author: I hope you like this and thank you sm for the request🩷 stay safe and healthy.

PS: I really hope people feel included in these stories, that's why I mostly avoid giving any physical descriptions of the reader. Also, English is like my 3rd language and I hope you all aren't too annoyed if I am repetitive with some words. Mostly when I use the words blush or turn red I don't want to allude to the skin tone, but I try to describe the situation in a way that would make sense to me as well. Sorry for that and I will try to work on my vocabulary a little bit more. I am so sorry if smn felt left out bcs of my wording 🙇🏻‍♀️🩷

Warnings ⚠️ : Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

When (Y/n) signed up for the Blue Lock project to help out, she knew there would be hard and easy times. She knew she will be a lot bussier with taking care of not just the team, but also running errands for Anri and Ego from time to time. But with all the exhausting and draining tasks she had, she was greatful for the friends she made at the project, all the connections and fun times that came with it. But and a big but, (Y/n) didn't know that Blue Lock would turn into a reality show with... certain demands from the JFU.

"Respectfully, no way in hell am I wearing that!" (Y/n) shrieked at the clothing item Anri was holding. Ego kept quiet, pitying the girl a little.

"Come on (Y/n)! The JFU did that fanservice polls and the fans really want to see you in this dress... it's not even revealing." Anri tried to argue. And true, the maid dress wasn't anything too extreme. A normal maid dress that went to her knees, nothing revealing and a simple black color, with a white apron and some head decoration.

"Still! I never agreed to this! I don't want anyone to see me in that! And why aren't the boys wearing it as well, seems unfair!" (Y/n) said, feeling embarrassed to be wearing such a dress. Anri shook her head and walked closer to the girl, pressing the item into her hands.

"You came in first place when asked who should wear it. Rin was second by like a 400 votes difference."

"400?!" (Y/n) cried out, feeling betrayed by the audience.

"Just wear it for half a day. I tried to negotiate with the JFU and we came to a agreement for just half a day." Ego said.

'I hate it here!! The others will just make fun of me!' (Y/n) thought, wanting to cry.

"It looks adorable!!" Anri cheered as she finally got the dress on the girl.

"Can't we just get Rin to wear this?" (Y/n) asked for the 10th time as Anri pulled her out of the changing room.

"No, no we can't." The woman said back.

"Get Rin to do what?!" Isagi asked as he walked out of a room. The boy looked at (Y/n) for a few moments, blinking as he finally started realizing what she was wearing.

"(Y/n), why are you wearing that?!" Isagi exclaimed as his face turned a bright red, catching Bachira and Baro's attention.

"I-I didn't want to, I was forced!" (Y/n) said back, causing Anri to roll her eyes.

"Don't you love the fans?"

"Not this much!"

'She looks so adorable in that! What a great day to be alive and witness this!' Isagi thought as he covered up his cheeks.

"What happened with (Y/n)?! Do I have to beat someone up-" Bachira's grin soon faded and his jaw dropped a little when he saw the girl, face flushing to match Isagi's.

'So... so adorable!'

Baro peeked outside too only to freeze up at the sight of the manager.

'I... this is a dream? Or maybe not?' Baro pinched his cheeks to make sure everything was real.

"Wh-what?! I told you this was rediculous!" (Y/n) yelled, expecting them to tease her.

'Adorable!' Baro thought, suddenly getting shy as Bachira ran to hug her.

"You look so cute, (Y/n)! I could just eat you!"

"Bachira, you are making it worse!" (Y/n) yelled, startled by his sudden hug as Nari cheered.

"Told you it looks fine."

"Bachir, let her go!"

"You little piece of shit!" Isagi and Baro yelled as they went in to grab to separate the two.

'I want a hug too...' The two thought, jealous that Bachira got it first.

Otoya fell to the ground and covered up his nosebleed.

'Thank you God. Thank you for making me witness this!' The green/white-haired boy thought, feeling tears of joy cloud his eyes.

"Otoya! Are you alright?!" (Y/n) panicked as she tried to walk to him, but was stopped by Yukimiya standing in the way.

"He is just being weird, don't worry. So when will you be wearing this again?" The brown-haired boy asked as (Y/n) shook her head at that thought.

"Hopefully never. Also can you stop touching my hair, Karasu?" The girl wondered as the said boy kept patting her head.

"But you look so adorable! We need to give you headpats." The boy declared as Yukimiya nodded his head.

"Wait, I want to do it too!" Otoya added as he finally composed himself. Meanwhile Kurona and Hiori were standing off to the side, faces red as they admired the girl's costume.

'So adorable! She looks better than any model!' Kurona thought.

'Ahh~ I live being in Blue Lock~' Hiori sighed dreamily.

She was just doing some pick ups for the medic room when Gagamaru, Niko and Rin walked by, and seeing her in the costume really flustered them.

"I-I... you look pretty (Y/n). Like a princess!" Gagamaru had exclaimed nervously as (Y/n) thanked him, clearly just as flustered as he was.

"You look..." Rin started and then looked away, clearly unsure how to say it in a smooth way.

'She is so adorable! Just like she always is, but now she is even cuter! Thank you God for not sending me off to Spain too.' Rin thought, too shy to look her back in the eyes. And in that moment Niko started stuttering something out, but the more he looked at (Y/n), the blurrier her form was getting.

'So cute!'

"Niko! Gagamaru, can you bring me some water?!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she caught the black-haired boy before he could fall to the ground. The boy quickly nodded his head, forcing himself to look away and get the water.

'Lucky bastard!' Rin tsked as (Y/n) held the boy's figure.

"So.... how long do you have to wear that?" Kunigami asked, covering up his cheeks.

"For like an hour more... then I am free." (Y/n) explained as she fixed up Chigiri's hair, the said boy enjoying the attention he was getting from her.

'My manager taking care of me while dressed in a cute costume... I won at life!' The redhead sighed as Reo kept staring at her intensely.

'Ahh~~ what a day to be alive! Blue Lock is the best place on earth!' Reo thought with a silly grin as Nagi stood to the side with his phone.

'Sorry (Y/n), but God knows when I will see you like this again.' Nagi thought as he snapped some pics of the girl.

"Why are you even taking pictures?" The girl asked as she turned to the albino.

"Blackmail." He blinked and nervously answered.

'Idiot!' Reo and Kunigami thought.

"Blackmail? Literally anyone who follows Blue Lock will see me like this! What's the use of the Blackmail?"

"Hold up! Rewind that, what do you mean everyone will see you?!" Aryu spoke up, deciding to finally stop staring.

"It's like fanservice for the next episode or something." The girl explained, causing them to go into panic mode.

"So... so other dudes will see you like that?!" Chigiri questioned, turning around to face her.

"Yeah..."

"Absolutely not! Take this!" Kunigami said as he handed her his jacket.

"Take mine too." Aryu added, dropping it over her.

"I will just be the wall then." Nagi said in annoyance as he stood in front of (Y/n), shielding her from the camera Ego had put up.

"Reo, can you somehow buy this episode out or something?" Chigiri whispered to the purple-haired boy.

"I could try. Nobody outside of Blue Lock should see our manager like this."

[filmbyjy]

niki with a so who’s love language is physical touch and quality time?

a/n: bro, I live for ni-ki imagines bc it’s so cute all the time🥹 my child fr cute though :(

pairing: nishimura riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff but angst for the first part

synopsis: you loved spending time with ni-ki and you most definitely loved showing affection to him. you thought he loved it however, when you visited the dorm to surprise him...you overheard something. something about you.

ALL I NEED

dating ni-ki came with an issue. okay wait, two issues. one being he is an idol with tons of schedules and practically no time to laze around. this wasn't an issue that only you were facing, you were sure other idols who had non-idol partners were facing this too. however, the second issue...it was kinda sad honestly.

you loved ni-ki. you knew he loved you too and he does show how much he loves you whenever he has time. lately though, you notice ni-ki getting a little distant from you. he used to love cuddling with you whenever he got the chance to. he always facetime you before a show or schedule so that you were informed of his whereabouts.

— placing this in case read more messes up —

you were thankful he took the time to do so because it showed that he cared for you. however, it stopped the moment he got back from their Asia World Tour. at first, you thought that maybe he was just tired and so you let him be and ignored it. then as time passes by, you weren't seeing ni-ki as much. you called in for a little date knowing he had a day off but he says he is just too tired for that.

it was fine if didn't go out somewhere for any dates and so you suggested visiting their dorm. ni-ki denied it and just stopped replying you after that. the next day, since you knew they still had an off day, you decided to visit their dorms secretly. it was a surprise for him and maybe the boys too because you haven't seen them in a hot minute.

their manager lets you in since you told them about wanting to surprise the boys. as you draw closer to the living room, you heard chattering and the tv. they were most probably playing some video games since it was their off day. you also ni-ki's voice so you were ready to pop out and present them with bags of snacks.

you stopped yourself when you heard, "ni-ki, are you ignoring (name)?" jake asks.

"yeah, i just don't feel like talking to her."

"but she's your girlfriend." sunoo says.

"so? she needs to realise i have my own life. i already have to worry about practices, i don't need to worry about someone."

"won't she feel sad?" jake asks.

"i'm sure she can handle it, hyung. also, i don't like how clingy she is. she constantly checks up on me. especially during off-days. it's just tiring and want to rest."

your heart drops, you wanted to step away but you bumped into someone.

"heeseung." you whisper. his eyes widened.

"(name)." you dropped the bags and just left. their front door slamming shut. the three boys that were in the living room went to inspect the noise. they saw heeseung standing there with the bags you had left.

“oi, hyung. thanks for the snacks!” jake happily picks up the bag from the ground.

“I didn’t buy these.” heeseung says.

“then who bought it?” sunoo asks.

“(name), came by. I assumed to see ni-ki but she ran out the moment I saw her. she dropped these though.”

it didn’t click in ni-ki’s just yet but jake’s jaw drops. both sunoo and jake stared at each other and then ni-ki.

“ni-ki, I think she heard what you said.” ni-ki tenses up.

“what did he say?” heeseung tilts his head.

“i called her clingy.” ni-ki whispers. heeseung gasps.

“ni-ki, I think it’s best you go find her right now and apologise to her.”

ni-ki grabs his phone and wallet, “already thought about doing so.” he quickly bolts out of the dorms.

as for you, you were busy walking around the park. it was beautiful at night. the ducks swimming in the pond-

ah you were thinking about your boyfriend again. you sighed, did he really love you or were you really the problem? were you that clingy just like ni-ki mentioned?

you settled onto the bench and kicked a pebble that was just beneath your feet. maybe, you were just a bad girlfriend. should you distant yourself from him to give him the space he needs?

“babe.” the sound of his voice pulls you out of your trance. he walks closer and wipes the tear that stained your cheeks. you didn’t even know you were crying.

you grabbed ni-ki’s hand and pulled it away from your face. ni-ki’s heart races.

“i’m sorry about I said back then. i shouldn’t have said you were clingy, I love it when you’re clingy and you show affection. i just-”

“are you tired of me?” you looked straight into his eyes. you could tell he was shocked.

“no. never.”

“do I make you disgusted when I act all clingy?”

“(name)…”

“do I?”

“not at all.”

you nod. ni-ki pulls you into a hug.

“i’m sorry I said those things before. I let my mouth run quicker than my mind could even process what i said. I really do love your cuddles and hugs.”

“really?”

ni-ki pecks your lips, “really.” he leaves a small peck on your nose. you smiled a little. ni-ki wipes the tears that were still wet on your cheeks.

“my pretty girl.” he says. you blushed at his words and hid your face on his chest. ni-ki chuckles.

that night, ni-ki continues to let out a string of apologies along with tons of kisses and hugs. you knew that you and ni-ki could work this out because that is what being in a relationship is like.

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[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Under the City Lights in the Shade of your Kiss.

Namami with a Tall! Girlfriend

𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

This man is 6 ft. So there's not a lot of people taller than him to be honest so the first time he sees you he's awestruck. Jaw hanging open like a buffoon before it's physically closed shut by Gojo of all people.

Man is mesmerised. He remembers everything about you so clearly. Your hair bouncing as you're laughing and chatting with your friends, head turning animatedly. The pretty pink gloss on your lips glinting in the flashing lights of the club. Your gorgeous body hugged by the black tube dress you wore only complimented by the intricately embroidered bomber jacket on top. You towered above your friends. Your shoes adding a couple inches but there was no doubt about it. You were taller than him.

You caught him staring and smiled shyly before winking amd turning back to your friends who had finished their shots and were now dragging you to the dance floor.

Your wink and the whiskey in him gave Nanami the courage he needed to go up to you and dance. His hands gently learning the curves of your body and all he could think of was how you would look underneath him. And you, fresh out of your situationship were ready to have a bit of fun so it wasn't really surprising when he was fumbling with the keys to his apartment with you against the locked door desperately kissing at him. Lips moulded to his. Grinding on him.

You stumble in and the clothes are coming off. Inbetween kisses. The jackets (both his and yours), his tie, your heels. He paused to look up at you. "God, how tall are you gorgeous?"

You can't help but giggle. "I'm 6'2"... Is that an issue?"

"Good god no!" He breathes, eyes darkening with lust.

He's scrambling at your dress's zipper and you're tearing at his shirt buttons as he lifts you and carries you to his bed. It's large and soft, enough that he drops you down and immediately pulls off the dress from your body to bury his face in your cunt. The heat from your pussy and the wet patch forming on your panties spurring him on. He licks and sucks, pushing the fabric of your underwear aside like a man lost in a dessert and you are a life saving oasis. He peels off your soaked panties soon enough and continues licking and sucking with renewed vigour. The lewd slurping sounds turn you on even more and you feel yourself getting close to your climax.

"Fuck, don't stop please!" You mewl out. A sound that not many men have coaxed from you. Nanami smiles against your cunt but continues in the same way. Licking. Sucking. Prodding. Slurping. Your hands reach down to his blonde locks fisting them as you get close. Your hips involuntarily grind against his face over and over. He generously pushes one thick finger into your wet cunt then another, still keeping his pace. One more flick to your clit and you explode. Your pussy gushes and you push your hips into his face thankful for his strong arms pinning you down otherwise.

Nanami helps you ride out your high on his face and resurfaced grinning. His eyes twinkling. "I thought you were a goddess when I first saw you, but that just proved you're divine."

You felt your cheeks heat up and leaned in to kiss him. You could smell your arousal on his face. But it didn't embarass you. It turned you on even more. Here was man who loved pleasuring you so much that he got hard from it. You could feel the offending appendage poking at your thigh and giggled.

"My turn then?" You asked Nanami. "Can I suck your cock?" You smirked at him. While tugging at his slacks and boxers.

"Not this time." The blonde groaned, "I need to be inside you." He quickly reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom.

"Let me."

You took the foil square from his hands and tore open the wrapping as he kicked off the trousers he wore. Then gently placing the disk on his already hard cock younrolled it all the way down, and placed a tiny kiss on the top. His cock twitched in your hand.

"Fuck please let me put in in gorgeous" he begged feeling like if he didn't fuck you now he might just come in your hands like a school boy. You smile and lay back letting him get on top of you. As he lines up his cock with your entrance you can't help but feel a thrum of excitement.

Nanami slowly pushes his cock into your greedy pussy. His cock is big enough for you to feel a delicious stretch while not so large as to hurt you. You feel him filling you nicely inch by inch, eyes trained on your face to make sure you were comfortable. A few shallow thrusts have you moaning and grinding your hips against him again.

"Fuck me, please Nanami-san! Please!" The desperation to feel him fully inside you evident in your voice. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and complies.

Nanami pushed into you fully. While kissing and licking the skin of your neck.

"Yea? Do I feel good for you gorgeous? Is it good?" He growls in your ear. You can't do anything but nod, his cock making you feel so full.

Slowly, Nanami starts to rock into you gently and then hard, picking up the pace. His mouth finds yours and your lips crash , teeth grazing and hands grabbing he fucks into you. All the noises coming from you sound like the prettiest siren song he's ever heard making you irresistible. He fucks your pussy kissing down your cheek to your jawline and then your collarbone. His thrusts getting faster and more and more erratic.

You put your hands on his shoulders and rock your hips into his cock further and further, harder, faster. Your lips not leaving his.

Nanami grunts a quick "I'm gonna come!" before ejaculating inside you.

He pulls out, making quick work of the condom and hops out to the toilet to clean up. He brings back. A warm damp towel and helps you wipe up your slick as well and then returns to the bed in all his gorgeous naked glory. You cant help but feel your eyes close.

"C'mere." Nanami mumbled to you. He wraps , arms around you cuddling you and nuzzling against your ear leaving the two of you to slowly drift away into a comfortable slumber....

AN: ok this is NOT EDITED. THIS IS A MIDNIGHT SUDDEN BURST OF INSPIRATION FICLET SO BE GENTELLL

Also I wrote this for 1 person and 1 person only @pseudowho it u. Since you wanted a tall reader and I was like oh yeah I can defo write that!!! (Has never been tall in my adult life) 😭😭😭

This is so sad Alexa play WTTBP

It's literally 12:30 AM and I pulled this out of my ass so if you see grammatical errors or something just KINDLY. KINDLYYY tell me in the comments.

Aight. I love my man Nanami. I'm sorry for any inaccuracies bc my 5'2" ass has never been tall in its life. I'm very tired. Will edit this tomorrow in the daylight.

[verystrxxwberry]

Bonjour mon ami, I would like to request some spicy content about eldarya 🙏🏻 minors stay back:

how would the guys react when their s/o says "I love you" during the sinful act?

Thank you and very good luck with the term exams 🕊️

ELDARYA; Saying “I love you” during sex (NSFW)

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: You say “I love you” while having sex, NSFW, dirty words and explicit descriptions (duh). ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Once again I will say that I am not responsible of any minor reading this, of course it’s better if they do not read it, but I can’t control it. Anyway, merci, mon ami. I hope you enjoy it!

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EZAREL

It started off with playful kisses during cuddling, a blanket covering both of you from the cold weather. Ezarel likes to be the one initiating the physical touch, and his teasing hand placement turned the situation into his large hands leading your hips up and down his cock. 

Even if those actions had him completely amazed and flustered, he tried to keep his eyes open to admire your body, as his hands wandered through it as if trying to record in his mind how the texture of your skin feels like. Your back arched when he started thrusting up his hips against you, a teasing grin spreading on his face as he saw the way his length reached the right spots.

“Ah… just like that..” He gasps, biting his bottom lip and trying so deeply to keep his eyes on you. His cheeks were flushed at the overwhelming feeling. You could feel a spot of pleasure starting to build in your lower stomach, which traveled down to your crotch.

The intense feelings inside of both of you, the growing butterflies. The thought of someone like Ezarel allowing you the privilege to be like this, to make him feel in heaven…

As you continued to ride him, your clenching hole was milking him deliciously, a layer of sweat forming on both of your bodies. “I.. I love you..” You achieved to say in between those gasps that the movements of your body made you release. 

Ezarel’s breath got heavier when he heard you say that, trying to find a way to answer back. And as he rested his weight over his elbows, he pulled you closer to him, holding you by the waist as he pressed open mouth kisses to your collarbone and neck. This whole situation was sending you both into a point of no return. It was short after when Ezarel’s whimpers got slightly needier, as his cock twitched and finally he shot every last drop inside of you.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He pants, as he helps you to reach your peak after his. “I love you too.” He whispers, caressing your sides and back lovingly, as he presses small kisses in your jaw and neck. By the expression of ease on his face you could truly say that he meant it.

NEVRA

“Shush, darling” He groans near your ear, biting the lobe as he keeps moving his hips against yours. Even if you protested to not go that far that late at night, you couldn’t help but submit to his sensuous touch and loving words, and not to mention the way he cooed telling you how good you were for him.

The silence in the headquarters made the situation more embarrassing for you, as the hall echoed every single sound at those hours. He made you wrap your legs around his waist, so he could drown his cock deeper inside you. You wish you could scream how good it felt, but you simply drowned your whimpers into your own hand.

He was making a mess in between your legs by the previous rounds, you didn’t even know how long your legs could stand it. He looked down at your body and caressed you, with a little smirk. “Look how pretty you are, my little one…” Nevra licked the skin of your neck, making you shiver from the wet and cold feeling in your skin.

“Fuck, Nevra… I love you…” You groaned as he was busy nibbling on your neck, your hands grabbing at the short hairs of his head. He didn’t hold back to release a deep moan, his pace increasing at how your words fueled his energy. “God, I love you so fucking much…” He whispers, pressing your thighs against your body, making notorious the sounds of skin on skin in the room.

You cried of pleasure as you reached the orgasm thanks to his acts, even if you tried to keep your silent moans. But it was impossible to hold it.

As you both panted heavily due to your peaks, he held you tight against his chest.

What you both didn’t expect was to hear a few knocks on the door after it.

VALKYON

There is nothing more communicative than Valkyon's gaze. During the dinner he had not stopped undressing you with his gaze, how that fabric glued to your body shape, how you smiled and enjoyed the dinner, how your bodies danced on the ball together after the dinner... His hands could not leave your waist and hips, he was obsessed with your beauty. More than once he whispered in your ear how good you looked, as he also kissed your earlobe gently. And when Valkyon is all touchy and bold like that, you know that can mean one thing very clearly.

As you two are making out in his room, the rest of the people in the headquarters are still at the dinner that was happening that night. He loves watching you get yourself off by grinding so needy on his thigh, keeping your underwear pushed to the side so that he can feel the slick trail of your arousal accumulating and wetting his pants. 

In a few minutes your clothes were on the floor and you were under his big muscular body, while with both hands he held your wrists on both sides of your head. 

Due to his nature, Valkyon’s cock isn’t the smallest. On the contrary, he is big and quite thick. And even if your wet and needy hole was used to having him inside, every time he entered a rush of pleasure and adrenaline spread through all your body. He made you feel filled, and he was able to reach any sensitive spot easily. 

In his room echoed the sound of your sweet moans and his heavy breathing. Valkyon wasn't very noisy, plus listening to you only turned him on even more. So as he kept his head buried into the crook of your neck, he kept pounding in a moderate pace into you.

“Valkyon..” you whined in a soft tone, his thrusts sending you slowly into paradise “... ngh.. I love you…” you managed to say this close to his ear, and you felt how the pace stopped, as he kept his hips pressed against yours.

“Oh, angel, you can’t do this to me…” he murmured hoarsely, combing his white hair back with one hand, as he looked down at your eyes and gulped. Then he sighed.  “That’s adorable…” He whispered with a little smile, kissing your lips slowly and in such a way that made your breath hitch. As he kissed you, you could feel how he started thrusting into you slowly but precisely, knowing exactly where to hit to make you melt.

LEIFTAN

Having sex with Leiftan is definitely being worshipped by him until your mind can't take it anymore. Besides the fact that he can feel your emotions, there is nothing else that makes him feel better than the pleasure his actions convey to you, as he also feels it. And for that very reason, knowing that his work between your legs is making you feel so good, he will go on and on until he hears you tell him that you can't take it anymore.

He simply took it upon himself to use his tongue to work wonders on your soaking wet hole. The wet noises were so abundant that you couldn't stop moaning and wished you could cover your ears from embarrassment, but you couldn't as Leiftan was holding both of your hands to intertwine fingers, giving you gentle caresses from time to time.

He sucked your sensitive button, watching your reactions as satisfaction and pride boosted his ego. Watching your expressions was a work of art, and the moment he made you reach your peak, he pulled away and sighed. "How sweet... I could get addicted to the taste of you."

His words, the trembling of your thighs, how you squeezed his hands hard from the orgasm you were still recovering from.... Everything was a factor that helped you to unthinkingly mumble a soft "I love you..." as you closed your eyes to catch your breath.

A soft smile escapes his lips, his face tinged with a blush due to the act in which he had got himself into. He knew you meant it. He spread soft kisses across your abdomen and upward until he reached your neck, taking care not to leave a spot on your body unloved. When he was close to your ear, he whispered "Me too, my love... and so much." He doesn't show you his face but you can deduce that your words have created a positive effect on him, you know that his eyes have crystallized from those very special words.

He gets very sensitive, and those words only help him enjoy the intimacy of the moment. As he buries his head in your neck, trying not to cry from the genuine feeling of happiness. With you he feels at peace, and he intends to take advantage of the moment to make you feel satisfied and loved with his touch and his words. 

Expect a lot of praise from now on by him.

LANCE 

Just as you had arrived at your room after a long week, you took one of those warm showers to try to relieve that stress. You didn't count on your boyfriend coming to visit you soon though, and he caught you with your towel wrapped tightly around your body. With a small smile he came over to hug you, sighing and burying his face in your neck -to get fed with your scent-, where he began to give you little kisses. They started out delicate, until finally he spent a few seconds sucking on your skin and giving small bites around the area. That alone made you realize that throughout that week you had missed the intimate contact with Lance. You let yourself go with the pleasure, until the towel was lost on the floor. 

Leaning back on all four limbs, hiding your head between the pillows to stifle your moans from the sensation of Lance pounding into you with a steady speed that suited what your body could handle. Clearly Lance could increase the passion, but he knew that doing so would cause you to end up exhausted, or even unable to walk afterwards.

“Arch your back for me, sweetheart” he groans as he keeps one hand holding your hip and the other pressing your back down to arch your position. You obeyed, and you could only feel how his cock was hitting better right into your sweet spot. You were close, so close…

“I… I love you..” You gasped, spreading your legs even more due to the intense feeling of his thrusts. But suddenly you had to whine at how the pace stopped, leaving you right on the edge of your orgasm. “U-uh…? Lance, what..?”

He indeed stopped moving, digging his fingers tightly onto your hips. Then he tilted down over you, pressing his body against yours and being aware of how deep he was driving his cock into you by doing that. Then his warm breath reaches your ear and he whispers "Ah, fuck… say it again".

He never heard those three words while having sex, and he never expected it to turn him on so much. He resumes the slow and deep thrusts once again, making you feel every inch of him inside you. He'd be grunting "again.." with each thrust and at some point you will be crying those three words against the pillow.

You probably needed to shower again after that.

MATHIEU

Little did you know that sitting on his lap to watch that movie was going to have consequences. There came a time when you could no longer concentrate on the movie and the sensation of something hard was making itself present against your ass. Mathieu's hands were resting right on your thighs, and you could feel him grabbing them from time to time, slowly massaging up... and down. A sigh escaped his lips, burying his head in your back and mumbling a small "Sorry..."

Oh, he was needy. The moment you adjusted your position, you instinctively rubbed your butt against that bulge that over time seemed painful to him, causing a small whimper to leave his lips. 

You agreed to help your dear boyfriend solve that problem, and the movie was definitely ignored the moment you turned to fill his lips and neck with kisses, the screen simply creating a dim light that made the moment even more intimate for you two. The temperature was rising to the point where your clothes were burning and damn, what satisfaction crossed through your veins the moment you were the reason soft moans left his lips.

Your hips accompanied the movement of his thrusts, helping the friction to make you shiver with pleasure. His eyes held back small tears at the intensity of the moment, burying his fingers against the skin of your ass, squeezing from time to time as he felt the tingle so pleasurable reach its length.

Seeing how vulnerable you were making him feel because of the ride, you grabbed the back of his neck with your hand and kissed him again on the jaw, whispering an "I love you". And the moment you said that, his head buried itself against your shoulder and he let out a long moan. "Ah, shit, shit… baby-" you could feel his hips moving urgently against yours, while his eyes could barely stay open "I-I love you so much more..." 

This was only the beginning of the night, and every moment of pleasurable peak, his lips would abandon soft "I love you "s as he gives you little kisses at the same time.

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[foreverinadais]

Hello 🤗

Can you do a HC when the moon boys realize that the reader is jealous? Like they're not used to the feeling of someone being jealous for them would they enjoy it? How would they assure the reader that they're the one and no one other?

hi, i love this idea!! thank you so much for requesting!! ❤️

STEVEN:

Steven is so excited to show you the museum

like, he’s bouncing off the walls

he’s having some kind of event at work, and of course he brings you as his plus-one

and does not stop talking about how perfect you look

there are literal stars in his eyes

you reciprocate the words, showering him with praises and excitement

to which he gives you the toothiest grin ever seen: he’s elated

so you make your way into the event, clinging onto Steven’s arm as he is already explaining certain artefacts

i can imagine him dragging you to a super specific one because he thought you would like it, and every time he saw it, he thinks of you

anyway, the event is fairly busy, full of historians and academics and professors, you know, smart people

“Woah, this looks... professional.” you whisper as Steven beams

“Doesn’t it?” he (awkwardly) retrieves 2 glasses of champagne off the waiter's tray and passes one too you. “For you, my darling.”

to which your gratefully sip it down because seeing all of these people makes you particularly nervous

it’s then that a woman comes over. and my, does she look... wow.

you physically straighten up as she stalks over, elegant and confident, making you realise how bad your posture was

and she offers you both a smile.

she’s a professor at some kind of fancy university, teaching Egyptology, and has just come back from a year abroad researching archelogy in Egypt.

your jaw drops slowly at her words, because hello, she’s an actual Goddess. 

but then... you catch sight of Steven

eyes twinkling with wonder

cheeks rosy with adoration

hands fiddling with each other in nervousness.

oh.

you feel a weird heat in your stomach, rising like bile and settling as nausea

and you feel bad because you trust Steven and this woman is wonderful and accomplished and stunning, why wouldn’t he want her?

and soon enough, you’ve listed every way she’s better than you and it’s already started;

jealousy. 

and it’s not in a spiteful, envious way. your admiring her just as much as Steven is.

by the time she’s done talking, it looks as though Steven’s ready to start applauding

...whilst your about to start crying 

“I am doing a lecture on my findings in a few days. You should both come by.”

“Woah, really? That sounds, yeah, great. can’t wait.” 

and you politely nod, taking a long sip of your drink which is nearly finished

because you don’t know if you can handle any more of it.

the rest of the event goes by quickly, partly due to your growing tipsiness 

when it’s finally time to leave, Steven’s beaming

like, glowing with happiness

you find it in yourself to fake happiness as Steven excitedly recites the events of the evening, complete with dramatic hand gestures and small chuckles

“Oh and that professor? Woah, wasn’t she great?”

“So great.” 

“Can you believe she invited us to a lecture? I can’t wait to hear her speak, and see the pictures from Egypt- can you believe what she found?”

"Oh yes she’s so amazing, you should’ve got her number.” 

you didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic, truly, but the alcohol in your system was amplifying all the emotions you felt and how you were showing them

Steven slowed to a stop, face shifting in confusion as he turned to you smiling

“Oooohhh I see what’s happening. Someone’s jealous! Beware of jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster. ya know? From Othello, innit?”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as if he’s finding this amusing, clearly because of how good his evening went

and you feel guilty for your stupid insecurities

“Hilarious. Look, can we just keep walking? I’m tired.” 

Steven’s smile falters as he suddenly notices how upset you look, how your lips are downturned at the sides and how your eyes are drooping slightly

“Hey, ‘m sorry, love, c’mon, wait a second.”

you do, avoiding his gaze

his hands come up to rest on your forearms and he tuts

“I didn’t mean to be funny. I just- Guess i’m not used to having someone be jealous for me. That sounds silly. I guess-”

“It’s fine, Steven. It isn’t your fault. It’s mine.” 

He looks confused, head cocking to the left lightly

“What d’you mean?”

You sigh because this, this is awkward

suddenly the piece of gum on the sidewalk looks really interesting as you try and avoid the conversation

but Steven can read you look his favourite book and lifts your chin with his fingers so that your forced to face him

i can imagine his ‘it’s okay, you can tell me anything face’ and it makes me wanna cry ahh i love him

anyway, you throw your hands up in exasperation

“My heart... and my head...” you hesitate, tryna find the words

“And your shoulders, knees and toes?” Steven tries to joke, making you smile, before he apologies and motions for you to continue

“I think you could do better than me.” oh

he didn’t expect that

“And I guess seeing that perfect woman, like seriously, she was perfect-”

“Hold up, should I be jealous?” He tries to joke again, but he can’t help his heart dropping at how you feel

“It just reminded me how opposite I am, how... you could find your soulmate one day, or one of you could decide you want different, better, than me and leave.” 

Steven is silent for a moment

“Huh?”

“I said-”

“Know what you said, just how... how could you think like that, eh?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, what? Sorry? Why on earth are you sorry? This is my fault obviously for not making you feel like I love you enough.”

“That’s not-”

“Your absolutely perfect to me, to us. And I often find myself asking the question of how we got so lucky to have you. S’ perfect, my love, you should know that. My job to show you that, ain’t it?”

and he pulls you into an embrace, smiling into your shoulder as you mutter ‘thank you’ and ‘love you’ whilst smiling back

“Now, let’s get you home, you can pick the movie, and I’ll sort out the snacks... yeah?”

“That sounds perfect, Steven.”

“Just like you.”

MARC

It really wasn’t Marc’s fault

he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and for you? well, it was the worst possible day.

it wasn’t exactly rare for people to be drawn too your boyfriend’s because um have you seen them

so you could deal with their advances normally

normally.

but not today.

not as someone had all but wrapped their body around him

you felt a level of possessiveness at the subtle but intimate act of a drunk girls arm’s around his and with the added push of alcohol, there was a new level of jealousy coursing through your veins

not today

So, putting on your most innocent look, you carried yourself over to where Marc was stood, beer in hand, laughing politely

“Hey, baby. What ya up too?” your voice was slurred and slightly raised as you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s back

and Marc, the soft bean he is, turns instantly, face lighting up

“Hi, babe, got you a drink... somewhere.”

“A drink? Your so nice.” 

and to emphasise your point, you place a firm kiss on his cheek

to which slightly-drunk, oblivious Marc just smiles

the girl hanging on to him, also innocent in this situation, offers an apologetic smile- i’ll leave you too it

and you almost feel bad when you get home and feel slightly agitated

because nothing came of the situation and both parties were not in the wrong

“Wanna order some food, Y/N/N? ‘m fucking starving. Hey, baby? We can get some from that vendor you like-”

“Not hungry. Might just go to bed.”

and you hate yourself for being bitchy but you had a terrible week and you were feeling the aftermath of the alcohol and you needed to sleep in case you snapped

“Oh. That’s okay, we can sleep-”

“You can eat. Order whatever.”

Whilst you drift surprisingly fast into an uncomfortable slumber, Marc stays awake

what did I do wrong?

and because he’s drunk, everything feels 100x amplified

soon enough, it’s morning and he’s still awake

ready to cook you breakfast, get you pain relief, watch all the TV you want

but his plans are disrupted when you turn over and wrap an arm lazily over his bare waist

oh.

“ ‘morning, gosh, my head’s banging.” you mumble in a post-sleep haze and Marc is frozen because you were mad at him

“Did you, urh, sleep well?”

“Hmm, well enough.”

and then your snuggling into his side

and he can’t help but ask the question:

“Why were you mad at me?”

“Sorry?”

“Last night... you, well, you were mad. Didn’t wanna eat with me.”

and the events slowly come back to you 

“No, no, I’m an idiot, ow!” your head stabbed as you sat suddenly, and you shuffled so you were looking down at him, hands resting on his chest

“I was acting stupid and drunk and, I don’t know, seeing you with that girl made me slightly jealous. And it’s such a gross feeling, and I wasn’t right to take it out on you. I’m sorry, honey.”

“Wait, you were jealous? About me?”

and he can’t help but be in disbelief that someone cares about him enough to feel jealousy

“I mean, yeah. Your the ‘dream man’, ya know? I’m incredibly lucky to have you.”

he’s silent as he looks up at you, suddenly feeling overwhelmed

“I care about you endlessly, yeah?”

and it pushes him over the edge as he pulls you down to lie with him

your head- along with your heart- pounding at the sudden position change but you ignore it, letting him nuzzle his head into your chest and feel the flesh of your thighs

“I love you,” he mumbles, “thank you for caring about me enough to feel jealous.”

and he’s smiling, teasingly, but his words are true

“Why, of course, darling.”

JAKE

Jake Lockley was confident

and why shouldn’t he be?

that man is physically flawless

and definitely has a way with words

so one day, your out on a date, and it’s a really nice restaurant

and your wearing your favourite outfit - and Jake’s favourite outfit- and he has not stopped talking about how good you look

and you feel it- until you see someone slip Jake their number

Jake doesn’t even react, just gives it back to them in rejection

because he’s with you

and suddenly, you feel the odd mix of jealousy and insecurity sweep through your body

because your right there 

and whoever slipped Jake that number, well, they didn’t think you were worthy of him, so who else would?

and soon enough, your down the rabbit hole of self-doubt and illusions

you're silent on the way home, despite Jake’s hand on your thigh, or his soft words or his gentle whistling

and when you get back to your shared flat, you all but crumble on the sofa

Jake notices.

“Hey, you okay, Mi vida? You’ve hardly said a word since we left, eh?”

you mutter a half-arsed excuse, that ‘your fine’ and ‘just tired, ‘s all’

“Hmm, likely story. What’s really wrong?”

“Nothing, Jake, I said, I’m fine.”

“And I said I don’t believe you. So, fess up, before I make you.” 

he’s teasing you, playful smile gracing his features 

but when he see’s you look away, almost sadly, his eyebrows twist in confusion

“Y/N,” he says, “You can talk to me, please.”

“Someone gave you their number.”

Oh.

Jake tries to think back at the interaction he brushed by, because it wasn’t important to him

did he do something suggestive?

“Are you mad at me? I gave it back to them, you know, if you think for a second I would betray you-”

“N-no, no it’s not that! I just-”

“Just what?”

“It made me...”

you feel complete embarrassment as you avoid his eyes like the plague, picking at your fingers, the sofa, anywhere to avoid this

but he’s smiling, you realise, teasingly again

“Your jealous?”

bastard.

“I mean, kind of, but-”

“C’mon, you don’t need to be jealous, ya know your the only one I have eyes for. Especially in that outfit.”

you refrain from rolling your eyes, partly because whilst Jake Lockley is confident, he’s also cocky

“I wasn’t jealous, per se, I was-”

“You don’t have to lie ‘cause your embarrassed, baby.”

“Fuck sake, Jake, I was insecure!”

and then the teasing look on his face drops completely

“Insecure?”

and it’s so humbling to feel his gaze on you, and you want to crawl into bed and sleep and forget you said anything

“I guess, I don’t wanna be, I just, you know, saw that people want you and nobody expected us so why should, should I?”

And Jake is silent before he all but showers you with affirmations you’ve heard before:

‘your beautiful, inside and out’

‘you don’t need to be insecure’

‘people are jealous of you’

and none of it is going through, no matter what he says, and he realizes this, slightly agitated

“You're not even listening.”

you sigh, sinking into the sofa further

“No, I am! I just can’t find it in myself to believe it right now. I’m sorry, Jakey, this is stupid of me.”

“It is stupid. Because how could you ever think so low of yourself?”

yep, he’s angry.

“Look, how can I help? You want to keep talking?”

you don’t respond. no.

“You want some food?”

nothing.

“You want to go on a drive?”

you feel almost bad at your lack of response, but your feeling heavy, the jealousy leaving bile in your stomach and acid in your brain.

“You need me to convince you?”

and you look up at him, finally, making him smirk

“Ohh, I see. That’s what you want.”

and he walks over to you, lowering his face until he’s level with your own

and you shift in your seat because this man is so handsome it hurts

“Fine, mi amor, if you won’t hear my words,” -his lips are ghosting over yours- “then maybe you’ll understand my actions better,” - moving down, trailing along your neck, “Your it for me.” 

and he’s leaving kisses between every word

“You're perfect,” along your collarbone, “And you corrupt all my fucking thoughts in the best ways,” 

he’s moving back up now, up to your jaw, the spot just under your ear, your cheek, until nearly, finally-

“You done being jealous? You gonna start appreciating yourself?” 

you could groan at how close his lips are to yours but he’s not giving in.

then his voice drops low, a hushed whisper so that his breath is mingled with yours as he says:

“Or do you need more convincing?”

then your lips are on each other’s, and it’s passionate and dangerous and desperate

but underneath, the message remains, the love and the care and the wonder

because all Jake wants is to show you, you don’t need to be jealous

you're all he will ever want and need

you're it for him. 

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...

Request: I’m so excIted for the Stranger Things season four stuff!! Can I please request some headcanons about what dating Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) would include, please? thank you so much!

I love this man so much so thank you!!

Warning: slight NSFW!

If you enjoy, please help me out by leaving a comment!

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Eddie Munson is... a lot to deal with, in the best way possible. (Baby boy I’m so sorry for saying that about you ily so much I want to wrap my little goblin man up in a blanket and bonk his head fondly I’m going insane.)

I don’t know, I just feel like Eddie would have known you forever. Both in the physical sense, with you only being a few years apart in school, but also that kind of ‘man I’m living in a dream, this is my soulmate and I’m just a dork standing outside life looking in at nirvana’ kind of way.

The first day he met you, he was too nervous to say anything. Instead, he just turned a blooming red all over his face and neck, latched one of his homemade bracelets onto your wrist, and then ran back into class.

The two of you have always been fast friends since then, but sometimes he would confuse you. Looking back, you were just too young to understand why exactly Eddie Munson would keep looking up at you like that. With that tilted, wide wonderous brown eye look and tense jaw. Sometimes, when you’d go out with a little snotty nosed Steve Harrington (the good ol’ days before he was a cool babysitter) you’d follow Steve’s scrunched up nose and confused head tilt to find Eddie sitting over by himself near the swing set. He’s stopped doodling in his journal, but instead ducks his head and buries them deep into the pages to hide his blush at getting caught by you. Or, he’d be skating back home after school ended, and as he fist bumped you goodbye he would always turn around to give you one last last look before he zoomed off down the boulevard - one warm eyed smile that seemed to burn like sun tinged clover as the sun crested behind his head.

So PHEW man, when he was finally in High School and only a few months away from ‘graduating’ for the first time, he finally mustered up the courage to pour out all the words that have been stuck bouncing around his brain and choked up in his chest over the last lingering years. It was a dank, dusty looking kind of autumn night, one’s where Eddie took his mind off all the revision he was not doing by going out and playing gigs to empty bars. Even with only a few drunkards stumbling about the stools, and even if the place reeked of ammonia and smoke, he could feel his heart pound along to the drumming of his friend when he spotted you slip in through the back doors, coming to cheer him on. When you grinned and waved awkwardly up at him, he finally seemed to understand what true happiness must feel like.

When he drops his beloved guitar and runs down off the stage once the set is over, everything finally just comes blurting out from the pit of his stomach like some frenzied hurricane of messy nonsensical noise. 

I’ve got to be honest, dating him isn’t the easiest hill you could have chosen to run up in your life, but it’s by far the most important one you’ll ever choose to take.

He comes to pick you up and drive you both to school every. single. day. My man is impatient (not to get to school, he couldn’t care less about that. It’s just been over seven hours since he last saw you and he’s literally vibrating in his seat), so either be out of the house before he arrives or be ready to try and calm your angry parents when Eddie comes skewing up the road with his hand slammed on the horn. Be prepared as well for him to shove the passenger door open and immediately lean over the gear box to make out with you for a hot minute before you’ve even had a chance to sit down properly. Even though he’s just had his tongue slipped between your lips, he always acts like a flustered little field mouse when he pulls away and smiles at you. He’s such a cutie pie - still nervous and all shy when he leans down and pulls a bag of croissants out from under his seat that he bought you for breakfast.

I mean, you spend half the time eating it, and half the time taking a bite and then shoving it into Eddie’s face so he can share it with you while he’s driving, but you always appreciate the sentiment.

I mean, like... you HAVE to be part of the Hellfire Club right??? Eddie couldn’t bear it if you were away from him that long, so honestly despite how heated and intense the roleplaying sessions can get, they’re also pretty sweet at the same time. Mainly cute looks from Eddie from behind his manual, throwing you heart filled side eyes any time you roll the die. Or, when someone else is deciding their turn, you see a slight grin tug on the side of Eddie’s lips before you feel a thump against your foot under the table. He can’t help the way his chest starts to shake with laughter as you begin to play footsie hard enough to shake the table, even if he’s pretending to be all official and looking straight ahead at the game. In the end, Mike’s had enough and pretends to fake gag at the two of you, which usually ends with Eddie steamrolling his character with a terrible event in revenge lmao.

But by GOODNESS seeing you in one of their Club shirts??? My man will literally roll his eyes back in his head, stagger back into the lockers and clutch a hand over his heart before he falls to his knees pretending to faint every time he finally sees you in the corridor between lessons. Hearing you laugh always makes him burst into those sweet, high-pitched and hair swirling giggles, and that’s all he wants out of life. The sound is the most magical feeling in the world, and suddenly everything seems to make sense as he looks up at you with that bright smile and eyes near bursting with all the love the Universe can barely contain.

He’s definitely a full body kisser - the kind where he just grabs you by the elbow as you pass by in a blur of warmth, cups your cheeks as you turn to look at him in surprise, and kisses you silly. The kind where his back completely hunches over so you’re all encompassed by him, and his cheeks are so smashed against your own while he presses his plump lips against yours that you swear you can feel infinity. And then the little cheek will just swagger off to his last period as if nothing happened. You can always catch him looking back at you with a proud smirk and the softest ass eyes you’ve ever seen, despite his cocky strut.

Eddie pretends to be all confident 24/7, but honestly he struggles to play properly with his band unless you’re there with him. He feels like you’re his lucky charm, the one good thing in his life gifted to finally get his life in order (86′ is his year baby!) Mainly though, he just likes to show off to you during band practice, prancing around the stage and doing very dramatic twirls and reckless looking headbanging to make you laugh.

The two of you usually sneak off to hang out in the forest behind the school, once you’ve finished eating lunch with the rest of the Hellfire Club. With his arm around your shoulder, the two of you saunter off and away into the welcoming mists. He puts up a nonchalant façade as the two of you chat familiarly and warmly, but you know deep down that the things people write about D & D, the way other students whisper about the devil behind his back do get to him. This is the time of the day when he allows his softer, gentler side to come out to you - a rose blooming in the dirt in spite of the thorns. Do NOT tell anyone though, otherwise he gets all flustered and hyped up about it, but he does like to come out here to the outskirts and sit with you on the bench for a while. It’s always an intricate ritual, one well known but well versed so he can feel safe for a while. He starts by placing his head on your shoulder while he’s talking, and then a few moments later you can wrap your arm around his shoulder. Then he collapses sideways into your chest, and you just sit there hugging him for as long as he needs, rocking back and forth every so often.

On the days when he’s feeling brighter and more revved up due to a mixture of the excitement of starting a new campaign, and the continuous revelation that he’s here!! With you!! With you!!! he’ll shove you down onto the dirt before collapsing down beside you. Lying hip to hip and forehead to forehead, he feels more calm and at peace than he ever has in his twenty years of life. Putting his hands behind his head, you lean up to rest against his elbow as he makes up stupid stories about the shapes of the clouds. He always ends up turned to face you, though, his larger hands gingerly caressing the top of your arms as he bops his nose against your own fondly.

These are the kind of times when he likes to invent up these big, grandiose and ostentatious plans about how the two of you are going to escape Hawkins... move out somewhere on the coast, where he can become a tattoo artist, or perhaps a science fiction writer, and the two of you will be happy and free forever.

Some people think he wouldn’t be much into PDA, but my boi is HUGELY into it. He’s constantly got his hand resting on your knee under the lunch table, before biting his lip and trying not to smirk as he hears your breath hitch from where he’s gripped your thigh. Or when you’re cleaning up after the latest campaign has ended, he likes to pull you against his chest and drag you away from your very disgruntled and head shaking friends. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder, burrowing in like a puppy searching for treats, looking up at you from behind his fringe with a dopey smile and lightning struck eyes. He adores it when you play with his curls - Eddie will give exaggerated shivers and fall backwards onto the floor, curling up in laughter and gazing at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky.

He always gives you his jacket when he walks you from his car back to your doorway after school. He tightens his hand on your shoulders and leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead when you try to shrug it off and give it back to him. He winks and walks off, shouting behind his shoulder that it ‘looks way hotter on you than it ever will on me!’ He’s a strangely observant man, so he always does small things like this if he thinks something’s wrong or that you’re uncomfortable in any way.

This trait has nearly got him in trouble many, many times. Mainly due to the fact that any time you’ve had a falling out with someone, or the usual jocks are being rude to you due to your association with the freak Eddie Munson, he climbs up onto the tables at lunch and starts shouting across the hall at the person. Dustin manages about half the time to grab his leg and pull him back onto his seat before a teacher grabs him by the collar and gives him yet another detention.

On the weekends, when he’s at band practice and you’ve chosen to spend some time hanging out with your other friends Steve and Robin at ‘Family Video’, he’ll come sneaking in all innocent looking before sliding up to the counter. He’ll pretend to be busy looking at the snacks for sale, before overplaying the way he taps Steve’s shoulder.

‘Excuse me my good sir, I’m looking for the perfect move to impress the hottest, most badass person in Hawkins. Big plans, you ask? Why if you must know, it’s for me, I’m the hottest-’

The sentence ends with him earning a shove in the ribs from you.

He gets quite lonely, being all by himself at the trailer while his Uncle’s out working nights. So, he rings you up and promises that if you come over right now (the night before a class test, may I add), he’ll cook dinner for you. And, to be fair... he kind of does? But he also manages to cook the fringes of the kitchenette curtains, burn half the counter space, and set the bottom of the cabinets on fire. You end up managing to wrangle a very fed up sounding Steve into picking up and driving over to drop off a peperoni pizza to the two of you, before spending the night cuddled up on his bed watching the absolutely terrible movie he picked up at said movie store mentioned earlier. He cannot keep his hands to himself, though, man is so fidgety. If he’s not distracting you by crawling onto your lap and trying to kiss you through the bracket of his arms, he’s sliding his palms under your legs and trying to flip you over to straddle him. He’s spending the night climbing over your body like a sloth going wild, until he’s finally comfortably latched on and has fallen fast asleep. By the time the end credits roll, your legs are completely asleep due to the weight of his own on top of them, and he’s snoring with his nose pressed against your cheek.

Sometimes he’ll wake up for a moment, eyelashes fluttering open to a strange tickling sensation on his skin. Turns out, you’re just letting him sleep, silently running your pointer finger over the outline of his tattoos in the hope of soothing his dreams. When he looks down and notices the bracelet he gave you on the first day of school still roped onto your wrist, he nearly starts crying against you.

When poor Chrissy Cunningham gets... well, he’s almost surprised to find you lifting up the boat tarp and immediately falling onto him to wrap him up in the tightest hug your body could muster. He starts weeping into your neck, his own arms holding you in so tight a vice you fear you may burst right there and then. He was just so afraid - not of the cops, or that the town might think he’s a murderer, but that you would believe the lies they were spreading about him and never want to see him again.

You refuse to leave him. So, while the others go out to get the shattered looking man some groceries, you just sit with him for as long as needs. For a few hours it’s just the two of you on the boat dock, sitting side by side with your knees pressed up against your chests. He’s still too shaken to speak properly, in full sentences without choking back a sob. Every time his mouth blubbers open, and he turns to you with those misty, terrified wild eyes, you just grab his hand and squeeze it gently as you rest it on your knee. Every time his bottom lip starts shaking, and his breath hitches as if he’s about to pass out, you cradle his face and coo at him about how everything is going to be alright, and you’ll never ever leave him again. He burrows those words into his heart like a man desperate for air, leaning slowly forward to press a shaky kiss against your lips. He refuses to pull away, instead simultaneously pressing his forehead against yours, gasping for breath as he tugs your hand to hold against his heart.

Something had drawn the two of you together for as long as either of you could remember, and you would be damned if the wolves of Hawkins or some damn curse was going to rip you apart when your lives were just beginning.

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this absolutely screams you and your writing skills and i'm so excited to see what you do with it

you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS 

we both know who's saying this to whom hehehehehe

CONGRATS ON 300 I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU

You Bought Me a Sword!?

Written for my Drabblefest

THANK YOU SO MUCH. You and @elentiyawhitethorn both sent me this one, but I’ll see if I have another idea for this prompt heheh love you two so much ❤️❤️

Also I made it canonverse!! (Aelin’s birthday in HoF to be exact)

No warnings, 524 words

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The weight in Rowan’s sack was heavy, but not in a way that made his muscles burn, no. Instead, it felt heavy for the way it filled his heart with excitement and anticipation.

It was the princess’s birthday today, and a trip that would take one morning easily became an entire day of looking for something that’d light up her face. It had been easier than he anticipated since the merchants of the town she charmed were more than happy to see him, showing him all their goods before he could ask.

Still, Rowan felt an unusual twitch in his stomach every time he tried to anticipate what Aelin would look like when she first saw it.

Entering the kitchen, it was as full as usual.

“Price Rowan.” Malakai got up from a stool. “Any news on the murder?”

At the same time, Emrys said, “Want some porridge, Prince?”

“No,” he answered Malakai, then turned to Emrys to say the same, but stopped.

It was mid-afternoon, and Aelin almost burned out days ago.

He grabbed some porridge to take upstairs. Rowan found her lying in bed, reading a book she lent from another demi-Fae from the fortress.

The princess whipped her head towards him, the afternoon sun streaking into the room making her golden hair look like a halo. “How was it?”

“Predictable.” He opened his sack and grabbed one of the two packages. “Happy birthday.”

“You didn’t!” Aelin jumped off the bed. “I thought your gift was leaving me alone.”

“That’s insulting,” With Fae speed, he whisked the package away from her when she reached for it. “but I don’t think I could grant you such a gift, Princess.”

“Good.” Aelin gave him an adorable coy smile and extended her hands towards him, clenching them. “Now I want to see the gift you can give me.” She opened the package with a loud gasp, a thrilled gleam in her eyes. “Chocolate!”

Aelin sat up on the bed, tossing one into her full lips. And she moaned, the sound so unintentionally lascivious Rowan had to glance away in order to calm down the roaring in his blood.

“God, I missed those. Thank you.” She smiled at him, her eyes so content she looked intoxicated by the chocolate truffle.

“And…” he turned to grab the—

“You bought me a sword!?” When he handed it to her, Aelin’s jaw fell slack. “It’s so pretty!”

Rowan frowned at the overjoyed princess. Really, that was what she was thinking about? How the sword looked, not the first-rate steel or the easy grip of the hilt?

She was flailing the sword award, posing with it. “I’m going to be so dangerous now!”

“You like it?”

She bent her knees, side-thrusting the sword. “Fuck yes, I do!”

“Good.” As quick as his heartbeat, he took it from her hands. “I’ll keep it with your other blades.”

Her shoulders dropped. “Oh, come on!”

Rowan barely heard her protests, he was just swallowing his conflicted feelings down, repeating one thing to himself until he believed it.

Rowan was not, under any circumstance, physically attracted to that childish display of swordsmanship. Absolutely not.

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My response below!

asjdnaslkjnd sorry it took so long to respond to your absolutely wonderful and delightful ask anon! I was blown away by your outfit designs and your darling like ??? they're adorable ahhhh!! I have no design ability whatsoever, especially when it comes to clothes - i love the twist you did to the gang uniforms! :) i couldn't help but doodle a little of your precious darling, I hope you don't mind! thank you for being here, and thank you for reaching out!

p.s if you ever do design one for Brahman, I would love to see it as well if you don't mind please!

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‎I definitely agree with just this entire ask in general. First off, about the boys from various gang forcing people to design a uniform especially for you, yes. No doubt that all of them want to see you in their uniform, given that would mean (in their heads at least) that you were their best friend and gang princess, and not any of the other boys. But none of the boys, not Toman, Black Dragons or Tenjiku, would ever let you close to their actual uniform with a ten foot pole, since putting on their actual uniform would equate you to being a gang member and open you up to attacks. Which would lead to the various gangs trying to puzzle out a solution.

Toman, with the help of the tireless Mitsuya, would be the first to come up with a solution. If you have an inclination for fashion and clothes design, there's no doubt that Mitsuya would talk you sneakily into design something you thought would look adorable on you to surprise Mikey and the rest of the Toman founders - a fashionable twist on the Toman uniform. But instead of it being a surprise, this spin off would have already been had prior approval from all six Toman founders before Mitsuya ever approached you. They would let you design their claim on you. Though the result that came out the other side turned out to be absolutely jaw-dropping, and your Toman boys were actually surprised. Kazutora would instantly burst into tears when he saw how pretty you looked, Mikey and Baji would be clambering to tug at your uniform, and Draken, Pah and Mitsuya would be taking secret pictures and trying to help control your three needy babies.

With the birth of the Toman Princess (or Queen, but I like the sound of princess more!) outfit, the question would be more when do the boys not make you wear it? Definitely not just for special occasions, but the first time you ever wear it is when Mikey and Draken let you start attending gang meetings just to show you off wearing your new attire. The founders would then turn around and forbid any of the members from looking at you, but Mikey would begrudgingly permit them to look this once because they wanted everyone to see just how gorgeous you looked. Would even try to convince you to wear your Toman attire to school, but you had to turn down their requests despite the kicked puppy eyes from Kazutora and Baji. You had to try so hard not to cave to those. Everywhere else was free game though.

And of course no doubt with your friends trying to parade you around in your Toman outfit as much as possible, it would catch Izana's attention sooner rather than later. It could also be that you decided to very kindly show the outfit to your Tenjiku friend when he enquired (cough demanded to know immediately right away or he would cry cough) about the rumors, but oh boy did that spark the war. You were supposed to be his best friend, not Mikey’s, not anyone else’s, so seeing you wear any other gang uniforms were a direct insult to him, and Izana obviously couldn't let this go on any longer.

Orders Kakucho to go do something about it while Izana busies himself whining and crying and refusing to let you leave, everything in an effort to try to keep you away from Toman as long as he possibly - physically, mentally and emotionally - can. Finally gives up and lets Ran and Rindou take over, and you can hear the two brothers cracking the joints in their fingers as they get to work with their bullshit. They don’t get to work alone though, given how little Izana trusts any of the most *cough* good-looking *cough* guys around you, so he’ll still be there no doubt, watching them and making sure they don’t get too handsy with you, or he would task Shion with it. Kakucho gets his turn to spend some time getting pampered by you after he manages to intimidate and wrestle the fashion club from his school into making a Tenjiku outfit for you, designed from their gang outfit. And of course you get wrangled into the outfit almost immediately, so that Izana can call the gang together in the middle of the day and show you off. You would have to hide your Toman outfit from the Tenjiku gang if you don’t it to be instantly confiscated and set ablaze, but a few tears is usually enough to do the trick.

Koko, Inupi and Taiju would be pretty pissed to know that they were bascially the last of the three to find out about this proxy outfit war that was ongoing - but very fortunately for the poor folks that made up the Black Dragon gangs, Koko wasn't the sort of person who would struggle to find an outfit designer or fabricator, not with the gang purses being open for him to get you in a Black Dragon outfit asap. Taiju literally does not care what it takes Koko and Inupi to get the outfit, he wanted it yesterday. This blue-haired boy would pick you up from along the street in your Tenjiku outfit much like one would a stray cat - most likely the single instance Izana and the others took their eyes off you to get a drink - put you on his shoulders, and simply stroll off. Not like you would be able to come down from there by yourself. And Taiju knew it, which is why he put you there until you could be retrieved by Inupi, while Koko was finishing up his negotiations with a luxury boutique, who agreed to design and rush out the outfit for a mind-boggling number of zeroes.

Inupi would preoccupy you with talk about heels and schools and fashion and honestly any thing this puppy can come up with, including bringing you out to meet community cats and play with them in the Shiba's enormous backyard. Anything that would get you off the street and out of sight from the other two gangs prowling Tokyo looking for you, so no doubt that Hakkai gets booted from the house before Taiju returns with you. The Black Dragon outfit you get forced into would no doubt be highest quality of all the three, though it lacked the homely feel of Toman's that you and Mitsuya designed and made together, and the sheer chaotic energy of Tenjiku's. This one would scream elegance and money, soft fabrics and silk only for the Black Dragon Princess.

And then its finally Taiju, Koko, and Inupi's turn to show you off to their gang in your new princess outfit, which you, of course, had to wear everywhere if not they would cry and not be your friend anymore.

This would end in an all out clash between the three gangs because all of them would see you wearing the other's outfit as a declaration of war - you were {insert gang founder/executives' name} best friend, and no one else's, and you were only allowed to pamper and love them and no one else.

I would say very thankfully for all the boys involved, and the general Tokyo region, that you aren't very malicious or ill-intent - no doubt you would be able to easily convince the boys to do anything for you, anything that your little heart desires. Need someone beaten up and their house torched? Done, Mikey, Baji and Kazutora have the charred remains of their furniture and house in the front yard to proudly show you by nightfall, while Mitsuya, Draken and Pah make sure no one rats. Need a company put down for refusing to refund you? Done, Koko, Taiju and Inupi have the entire board bowing to you and pleading for mercy the next day. Need an entire school under your thumb? Izana, Kakucho and the Haitani brothers will drag even the principal out to listen to you and make it happen.

Ahh, thankfully you're such a good person at heart, and nice squishy who is simply happy to be with your boys and pamper them with homecooked meals and lots of love.

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Hi!! I just wanted to say first off that this is such a cute idea! I don’t usually do a lot of requests/asks but i could not pass this up!

-My name is Lara Lowry, I use she/her pronouns!

-I’m short (like 5’1”) and I have dark brown curly hair. i’m half irish and half nigerian so i look kinda mixed. i have really dark brown eyes that kinda just look black unless you’re really close or in the sunlight lol. i have olive skin, im kind of pale rn cause it’s winter!

- I am an ENFP-A and my enneagram is 2 if i remember correctly. i love very hard and get attached very quickly! my love languages are quality time and physical touch i think. I am somewhat outgoing but i love to be at home a lot too. I’m a cancer so im very emotionally charged and i wear my heart on my sleeve.

-i play the flute and piano, im in the wind symphony and orchestra at my university and i love it, but i also love to draw so im an art major! i enjoy theatre and singing. i love to write as well, i just wish i could be more motivated to do so. one of my dreams is to be a mother honestly and make a beautiful/loving home for my family!

-i really love a partner that is sort of grounding for me, like someone who can be my rock. (i am very codependent which is bad ik but definitely one of my flaws.) i love someone who is classy and gentleman like! i think chivalry is very attractive! i can be a little crazy sometimes cause i have ADHD so i also like someone who can be my calm counterpart but also be fun and crazy with me sometimes! ok this is very telling but i LUV gingers, they’ve always been my type. i also love me some scrawny white men lol.

-my b.o.b faves are definitely winters, liebgott, guarnere, webster… in that order :) so i would love to be shipped with any of them but honestly i love them all so i don’t mind!

i’m so excited for this and thanks! :D



Aaaaaa thank you so much for the request love!! 😁🥰

I ship you with…

Joe Liebgott!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - I Was Born to Love You by Queen

How y’all met

Ok so you were in Paris studying art and one day you were just vibing in an outdoor cafe doing some sketching

Liebgott was out with Luz and Webster just vibing on their weekend passes

Turns out they were at the same cafe!!

So you noticed the three of them hanging out and being Adorable so of course it’s sketchy sketchy time

You do this gorgeous picture of the three of them that just really captures the playful energy and happy vibes they were giving off

But Joe noticed you looking over and immediately is like wow she’s heckin cute

So he tries to catch your eyes every time you look up and he does a couple of times and just gives you THAT SMIRK YOU KNOW WHICH ONE and he can see you blush from his table and just thinks you’re SO CUTE

Joe decides to excuse himself for a second and saunters over to you, like, he needs to talk to you or else he’s gonna explode

“Couldn’t help but notice your pretty eyes kept looking over” he smooth talks as he takes the empty seat at your table

Before you can respond he sees your drawing and is just like

Jaw drop

Joe just drops all of his flirty smooth talking and in a sweet, honest voice, “you drew that? …that's how you saw me?”

Sweet boy just goes kinda quiet while staring at your drawing but he quickly snaps back to his senses, albeit a little frazzled

“Um, I’m Joe,” he says politely, stretching out a hand to you

Long story short he got a weekend pass to Paris any time he could and wrote to you every day

Lowkey you’d always put a little doodle on your letters back to him and he’d never admit it but all week he’d be looking forward to your letter and see what you drew this time

How he knew he loves you

So it’s one of the times when he got a weekend pass and y’all are having a picnic in the park just vibing and having a lovely time

All of a sudden a baseball comes rolling over to y’all and you notice a couple of itty bitty kids have started running over

You pick up the baseball and hand it to them and they start to apologize but you’re so sweet and they’re so stinking cute they just laugh and say thank you before running back to their game

Joe was sitting back watching the interaction and all he could see was you with a bunch of little Liebgotts

It just kind of hit him, he doesn’t want anybody else, you’re his person

As you’re coming back to sit down he takes your hand and just pulls you into his lap

Before you can protest he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips

“I’m in love with you, doll”

You can barely hear it but it still brings tears to your eyes

And you knew you found your person

A conflict and how y’all resolved it

So it’s after the war and you were back at home doing some sketches

It’s around the time Joe is supposed to be home but he’s still not home??

Finally you’re about to go to bed and Joe walks in the door

“Hey love! Long day at work?” you say, trying to mask your worry/relief as you give him a welcome home hug

“Yeah, something like that,” he replies half-heartedly as y’all go back and get ready for bed

This happens three more times in the week

You never get to see Joe, and when you do see him he’s too tired to talk

Not to mention the Intrusive Thoughts start happening

He can’t be seeing someone else…right?

So it’s finally the weekend and Joe has the day off

Or so you thought

You’re up and making coffee when Joe makes his way out

“Hey babydoll I’m gonna go try and get a few fares in,” he says casually, about to give you a goodbye peck on the cheek

Except all the worry and loneliness just kinda boils out of you

“Joey I haven’t seen you all week and now you’re picking up cab shifts on Saturday!?”

“Well I was just trying to make us some extra cash…”

“We’ve already paid our bills this month! Besides you could at least take today to be at home!”

The air is heavy while the two of you just stand there quietly

Joe has an anxious look in his eyes, looking everywhere but you as his hand comes up to the back of his neck

You notice and tears start welling up

“Tell me there isn’t someone else,” you’re barely able to make out without a sob accompanying your words

Suddenly Joe’s expression completely changes

His eyes immediately meet yours with shock and concern

“Baby is that why you think I’ve been out every night?”

You stay quiet and look down at the floor, unsure if you feel silly, embarrassed, frustrated, or some combination of the three

“Oh sweetheart…” Joe immediately comes over and wraps you up in a warm, tight hug

You let a few sobs escape as you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him

“You know I’d never do that to you love, shit there’s no one out there that even begins to compare to you,” Joe tells you in a quiet, sincere voice

“Then why have you been going out so much?”

Joe pulls away from the hug and looks down at the floor, almost appearing embarrassed

“I wanted to surprise you… I’m saving up for your birthday present.”

And you just ???? “What could you be getting that could need you to work so much?”

“I just always saw how you looked at pictures of Ireland and how you always say you’d like to go somewhere on a vacation…”

“Joey, are you saving up to take me there?”

“... I was saving up so we could fly first class and get a nice fancy hotel, you deserve the best…”

Now you start sobbing again but for a whole new reason

Joe looks at you again with concern when he hears you start crying again but you just take his face in your hands and give him the biggest kiss ever

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He winds up staying home that day ❤️

Your Happily Ever After

So y’all get married after the war and you move to San Francisco with your mans

You have twin girls who you both love to the moon and back

Your family is just as you pictured it and so much more - like it's so clear to everyone how much all four of you love each other

Every weekend you, Joe, and your girls are in the park trying something new

One weekend Joe is teaching them to ride bikes and helping them up when they fall

The next weekend they’re showing you the flowers that they drew cuz they wanna be artists like you

At the end of each day after you put the girls to bed you just sit on your couch with Joe and lean your head on his shoulder and life couldn’t be more perfect

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all always do family costumes for Halloween and it’s the best thing ever

One year you were superheroes

You and Joe were Superman and Wonder Woman and the twins were Batman and Robin

Another year you were Cruella and the three of them dressed as dalmatians

Nothing compares though to when the Easy Company Reunion fell on Halloween Weekend

So, unbeknownst to Joe, the three of you dressed as his friends for Halloween

Of course you dressed up as Webster

And the girls just begged to go as Uncle George and Uncle Joe

The only ones smiling bigger than Joe were Luz and Toye when they saw their mini me's

Joe keeps the picture from that Halloween in his wallet and another copy in his cab visor

aaaaaaaa this was so much fun to write!!! Thank you again for the ask Lara and for your patience 🫠 !!!!

[praeluxius]

Kitten's Gift - Aespa Winter

18+ Aespa Winter x Male Reader Smut

Masterlist

Word Count: 5,500

In the centre of the breakfast bar by the door to your penthouse apartment, the purple silk ribbon is tied in a neat bow atop a flat square box—a dark object on a white granite canvas. 

A snowstorm is invading the heated penthouse. The door is where she enters, sweeping through the opening like a cold breeze of the season she’s named after—an ethereal figure dressed in white. Like freshly fallen snow, her skin glistens. Her legs and a slither of midriff are shown to you after she slips the long coat off her shoulders. She carelessly throws it onto a coat hook on the wall opposite you while sliding her shoes off her feet.

On the other side of the countertop, you stand ready to greet the love of your life. The apple of your eye. The stars to your night sky. There’s a certain irony in how cold your home feels when Winter isn’t there. For one whole week, you had been without her warmth, but you understand why she left—not everyone is invited to the main stage of Coachella.

“AH! What the hell are you doing just standing there?!” Winter jumped quite literally off her feet into the air in surprise. Her hands cover her mouth to hide her open jaw, a jaw as wide open as her eyes. The round jewels in her face contain a merry glint.

Her socks slip on the wooden floor as she wheelspins from her standing start, stumbling then stabilising. Winter runs around the counter and into your waiting arms. She pulls her body close to yours with her face buried into your neck and her arms under your own. She takes handfuls of your shirt behind your back. One week without her in your arms—and bed—was far too long.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be home for another ten minutes?!” She looks up from your shoulder, her face just millimetres from yours, and her icy breath hits your lips. 

“Surprise,” you say with a soft smile.

“I’ve missed you so much. I hate that you couldn’t come with me. I missed your arms around me and other things.”

“It was hard to sit here and watch you on screen, but you did great. I’m sure it was amazing to watch the brilliant Winter up on stage doing her thing.”

A small giggle escapes her mouth in reaction to your compliment. “Don’t call me Winter at home. You know the names I prefer you to call me, but I did look good up there, right?”

“You always look good, Minjeong. Those guys—and girls—at the front got a perfect show in that outfit.”

“OH SHI—! My outfit!” Minjeong breaks your hug and looks down at herself. She is wearing her stage outfit from Coachella. “I was going to do a whole surprise reveal for you when you got home. I guess you ruined that.”

“Don’t worry; it had every effect on me you could have wanted. You’re unbelievably sexy, Minjeong.”

“I know.” She winks at you before twirling to give you a view from all angles. Thank physics for the centrifugal force that lifts her skirt up as she spins, her sculpted athletic legs on show from ankle to hip. Her slim waist becomes a blur of light flesh. Her smile has become a toothy grin as her face comes back into view. She was used to receiving all kinds of compliments from her members, fans and pretty much everyone she saw. The past week was no different. The compliments flooded in both in-person and online, but none of them affected her like one from your mouth.

Silently, you stand and admire her. Minjeong places her hand right in your face, her palm almost touching your nose and waves, so her fingers become a bur in front of your eyes. “Helllloooo?”

“Huh? What’s up?” you ask.

Her hand drops to her side, revealing her pouted lips. “I just asked if you missed me? Were you too busy checking me out?”

“Guilty,” you admit. Her pouted lips are just too tempting. It’s been a week since you tasted them, and you couldn’t wait any longer. The thin layer of satin pink lipstick will not last much longer. You finally provide an answer to her question through your kiss. Her lips meet yours in a slow, sensitive dance. You take hold of her face by cupping her cheeks. Similarly, Minjeong wraps her arms around your neck. You both pull each other close.

“Wow, you have missed me,” she says after breaking the kiss. “Do you want to show me just how much?”

Words were only obstructions to getting Minjeong to where you want her. You lift her onto the counter with a hand on each thigh. With legs locked around your hips, she holds you tight against her body. She invites you into her hot mouth. A ferocious assault begins. Your tongue tangles with Minjeong’s, clashing like two swords in a fencing match. Two equals set in a lustful fight born of passion. This lasts only until you concede, with the next step of your plan to come.

“I know how much you missed me, Minjeong, but I got my surprise for my little pet, and you’ve yet to acknowledge it.” you tease.

“Huh?”

“Take your eyes off me for a moment, and you’ll see it.”

She turns to the flat black box with the purple silk ribbon. “Oh, a gift for me? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re after something, and I might just give….” She grabs hold of your crotch. “It to you.”

“I think you should open it first.”

“I’ve already figured it out. It’s the necklace I picked out at the store when we were out last month.” Minjeong says with an arrogant tone in her voice.

“Oh, bless you.” You stroke her cheek, but her pouting face doesn’t flinch. Her lips purse, and her eyebrows furrow. “Silly kitten thinks she knows what it is.”

Her eyes open wide. “What did you just call me?”

“You heard.” Your hand moves down her cheek, slips down to her neck and squeezes lightly. “Kitten.”

“Well, daddy, Kitten doesn’t want to open the box.” She smiles smugly. Minjeong loves when the two of you play like this. Sometimes the two of you just need to fuck, anytime and anywhere. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve snuck off to bathrooms, closets, your car and hell, you even made her sing in a noraebang once. But when you had the time, you both enjoyed playing much more exciting games. 

“Kitten does what daddy says. Now open your present.”

“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head sharply.

Winter was very flexible in the roles that she takes in your private time, and this time she was reprising her favourite—the naughty kitten. You often wondered how netizens would react if they saw her like this. To see her act like a spoilt kitten who had one thing on her mind—to be fucked until there was nothing on her mind.

“Is my kitten forgetting who owns her? Maybe this gift is the perfect reminder.” You reach to your left, picking up the black box. You lean back slightly, just enough to hold the box between you, before pulling on the purple ribbon to loosen it. “Take the lid off now.”

She rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed grunt. “Hmph. Okay.”

She lifts the box's lid slowly before tossing it to the side; the piece of cardboard skids across the counter before hitting the wall and falling to the floor. Minjeong lets a small smile slip as she looks down before returning to a blank expression. She refuses to show her excitement.

“Isn’t it great, kitten? It’s real leather, and the inside is full of soft faux fur, so it’s still comfortable when you wear it tight. Oh, and it has a loop here for your lead, but my favourite part is these custom tags I made just for you. Look, this one says 'Daddy's little kitty', and this one says 'Spoilt brat', and that one says 'Fucktoy'. Oh, and this is my favourite: 'Cumslut'. I think it suits you perfectly." 

Minjeongs upper lip quivers as she tries to hold back a smile. She takes a deep breath to compose herself.

"What if I don't want to wear that collar? You can't make me wear it. It isn’t my style."

"Your style is whatever I say it is, Minjeong. If I want to put a collar on my pet, I put it on. If I want my pet to have a fluffy tail, she will have a fluffy tail. And, when I want my pet naked, she will be naked. Understand?"

"And if I want to go take a nap, I will. I'm not wearing the collar; it just isn’t my style. Maybe you can just get me some outfits for next year's Coachella? And maybe you can bother to come with me next time!" She lifts her right leg right over your head to turn away and then slides off the counter in a dazzling display of agility.

"Listen here, Minjeong. Only good little kittens get treats. And, well, naughty kittens get punished. Next year's Coachella won't happen if you don't treat daddy right because naughty kittens stay in the house. It's up to you." As you speak, you move across the room and into her path.

"Ha, you really think you can keep me here? You can't stop my company from sending me wherever I want."

You grab her hand as she attempts to pass you and then pull her into your arms. She doesn’t return your hold and opts to pout with her arms by her side.

"You know full well that you aren't international superstar Winter when you're in here. You're my Kim Minjeong—kitten, fucktoy, cumslut. Now get on all fours on the couch, little kitty."

"Make me. So far, you're all talk and no action.” She pushes you back away from her. “I knew I should have just found some hot guy at Coachella to fuck my brains out." She had no limits when it came to incurring your wrath. Her mouth was a weapon to spur you into action.

"How fucking dare you even tease about another man. You know that no one there that could satisfy you as I do. Kitty's got an itch only I can scratch." You grab winter by her hair. A whine escapes the lips of her shocked face as you throw her down to the couch and her face plants into the leather. 

"Maybe I wanted to taste something different, drink someone else's milk?" she says, looking over her shoulder with a smirk. Though the fabric of her white skirt may soften the blow, you know there's only one way to tame a naughty kitten. A firm spank on the right cheek of Minjeong’s ass sends a ripple down her thigh. 

"Naughty kitty needs a lesson in treating her daddy right."

"This is supposed to be a punishment? And it seems like someone is jealous. There were so many handsome hot, sweaty bodies that were just aching to fuck me at Coachella.” Minjeong pauses for a moment to place her hand on her thigh. She runs her hand up her legs and lifts her skirt to expose the flesh of her ass. “If you had come with me, I wouldn’t have had to think about all those guys. We wouldn’t have this problem.”

"Yes, all of them desperate to fuck you, I'm sure, while you run around on stage with your short skirt, showing skin to everyone.” You take hold of her other thigh with a firm grip and slide your hand up her slim legs to the hem of her skirt. You lift the other side of her dress a little further and reveal that she’s not wearing underwear.

“But you know that even if you wanted to, you can't fuck any of them. You are daddy's little kitty." You strike this time on her left cheek, harder than the first. An audible grunt forms inside Minjeong's mouth and her smirk turns into a grin as you continue, "No matter how horny you were, you knew that only daddy can satisfy you." The third strike matches the second in strength, back to her right cheek.

"How often did you sit here and jack off to me in this outfit? How badly did you want just to ruin me?” She pauses to bite her lip while she raises her ass slightly from the couch, shaking it side to side lightly. “Am I yours? It seems like nothing was stopping me from filling my hole with whatever Californian dick I wanted."

"You're such a fucking whore. A cock hungry little slut. But we both know you spent those nights at Coachella touching yourself, thinking of my cock pounding kitty's little pussy. One week without daddy, you must be dripping wet." You wind up for another strike to her ass, and Minjeong closes her eyes in anticipation. Instead, you fake her out, placing your hand between her legs, right over her crotch. The warmth of her core envelops your hand. You pull her up, lifting her hips further from the couch. "I feel how warm and wet you are. I feel how needy my little kitty is."

Minjeong just smirks. You never noticed her retrieve her phone, which she now held in her right hand. With a flick of her thumb, she begins an audio recording. “Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! So this is what American dick is like? Tell me, how much did you like our performance? Hmm. Hmm. Oh shit, right there."

In an instant reaction, you spank her ass again and hold nothing back as you force a yelp from Minjeong's mouth. "You fucking whore! You think this is funny?" You snatch the phone from her hand while she rubs the pain on her ass.

"What are you going to do now? Because you might call me kitten, but the only pussy here is you."

You stop the clip and throw the phone across the room. She had pushed the limit now. "I'm going to show you what a real cock is like. I'm going to use this dirty little kitten as a fucktoy and then leave her in a mess. Now put your fucking collar on." 

You grab the collar from the table, unbuckle it and then take it to Minjeong's neck. Her hands try to stop you, but you overpower her and pin her arms under your knees as you climb over her. She lies helplessly on the couch. You step over to grab the lead you had hidden in the room. You fasten it to the collar and pull her through the house into the bedroom, making her walk on all fours, dragging her faster than she could keep up.

"Wait! Slow down—I—I'm sorry! The clip was a fake—!" Minjeong stops her pleas as you yank on the collar, and she scrambles to keep up. 

Ignoring her meaningless words, you drag her to your bedroom. "You think that was funny, huh? Well, Kitten's going to be punished until she begs for forgiveness. Now sit!"

Minjeong wanted to rile you up, but maybe she took it too far? But the truth is, it was exciting. To her, limits were made to be pushed, and your skin was made to get under. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry." she sits on her knees obediently and lowers her head down in shame as you take your place on the end of the bed.

"Your words aren't enough, kitty. You're going to show me how sorry you are. Take your top off and tell me what you are."

She does as you tell her. "I'm daddy’s little kitten."

You grab her face by the chin, making her look up at you. "And now your bra. And tell me what else you are." Minjeong unclasps her bra and lets it fall from her arms. "I'm your spoilt brat." "Good. Now take off the rest. And keep talking." 

Minjeong pushes her skirt down from her waist to her knees before adjusting to remove it entirely. She returns to sitting on her knees in front of you. "I'm your fucktoy.” You pull upwards on her lead, bringing her face closer to yours and making her sitting position uncomfortable. "That's better, my little kitten. But, my kitten only has her collar; she still needs her ears and tail."

"Yes, Daddy." You slack the lead to allow her to crawl over to the wardrobe, which she then slides open. After retrieving her ears from your box of toys, she places them on her head, then takes the fluffy tail—carried in her mouth—and brings it to your feet. Minjeong drops it and turns around, so her ass is facing you. She stretches forward with her palms flat on the floor, leaving her ass in the air. "Would you like to put it in me?"

"You're mine, and don't you ever forget it. A kitten belongs to her owner." You prepare her tail with a drop of lube from the bottle in the drawer by your bed. You hold it right outside her puckered hole, the cold liquid touching her skin and making her squirm. "You're forgetting the fourth tag; what else are you?" 

"I'm you're cumslu—AH!" Without warning, you slip the plug into her ass, and her hole swallows the toy right up to the flared end.

“Ah! Daddy! Fuck, that was fast!” Minjeong pants heavily in reaction to the sudden stimulation in her ass. “Fuck… I haven’t used my ass in over a week. It’s so tight. You should have warned me.”

"You don't get a choice. I will use my kitten however I want after she's been such a naughty girl. I'm going to stuff whichever hole I want." You slap her ass again, slightly red from earlier. "Now turn round and sit." 

She sits on her knees again and places her hands by her face like paws. The collar hugs her neck tightly. The cute little ears sit atop her hair, and the fluffy tail trails behind her. "I'll be your good kitten. I'm your little fuck toy, and you can use me however you want."

"Use that tongue and sassy mouth of yours, kitten, suck my cock. I'm going to stuff your naughty mouth."

Minjeong leans forward towards your crotch, reaching for your trousers. Her ass rises to the air, and she shakes it a little. The tail from her plug sways in the air. She doesn’t use her fingers and instead paws away at your trousers until she pulls your zip down slowly. She uses her mouth to undo the buttons on your jeans. After an arduous task, finally, your kitten can pull down your trousers. Minjeong purrs with excitement as your cock springs free.

“This is the only cock you will ever need, kitten. Play with your favourite toy.”

She looks up at you with innocent eyes, refusing to speak and pretending to be confused by your demands, as she is far too immersed in her role. "Here, little kitten," you say as you push your cock closer to her mouth. With a confused look, she sticks out her tongue to give a tiny lick on your tip. Again and again. She repeats like she's playing with a toy. 

"Only good girls get to play. Naughty girls have to please their daddy." Standing slightly from the bed, you push forward, placing your cock between her plumped lips. Her tongue goes into overdrive on the end of your cock as she sucks gratefully. You return to your seat on the bed. Minjeong’s mouth chases your cock, adamant in her refusal to let it escape her mouth. 

"That's my good girl. My pleasure always comes first, especially after the naughty shit you pulled today, your sass, that recording, earn my forgiveness, kitten."

Minjeong always knew what was needed when she had been a brat. She needed to make it up to you and quick. She barely stops for air as she bobs her head on the end of your cock at an increasing pace. Her tongue moves wildly around the head of your cock—her playful side never leaves her. She grazes her teeth lightly on the side of your cock. "No kitten, be careful. You don't want to be punished further." The corners of her lips upturn slightly. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She pounces up onto the bed next to you. You shuffle back and lie down flat against the silk sheets. Minjeong is on all fours again, her head right above your cock. She knew that her only option was to pleasure you so she could receive her reward.

Minjeong cups your balls in one hand before placing her head right over your cock and then sinking it onto your twitching length. Her head moves fast—eager and full of energy. She sucks your cock with all her strength. Slowly, she moves her legs toward you until they're right beside you and then places one leg on the other side of your chest. Her fluffy tail is above you; the plastic fitting stretches out her asshole. Through the valley created by her slim thighs and perky tits, her head continues to bob rapidly on your cock.

You grab hold of her tight ass above your head with a firm grip, kneading her flesh as you desire. You use a finger to wiggle the plug inside her asshole. The pleasure only encourages her to work harder on you, taking your cock further into her mouth with each head bob.

"Take it all, kitten. This is your punishment. Take all of my cock until my first load is shot into your slutty mouth."

Minjeong struggles for air but doesn't fight against her need to suck your cock. Coughs and splutters occasionally interrupt her rhythm, but she knows what she must do and only increases her pace each time it falters. The blowjob becomes messier and louder; the wet sounds of her mouth are all that can be heard in the otherwise silent room.

"I'm going to cum! Fucking take it, kitten!"

The sloppy sounds stop. You fill up her mouth with your hot liquid. Her mouth is full. Her throat is full. "A good kitten doesn't waste a drop of milk." Acknowledging your words, she holds the seal of her lips around your cock. Each spurt she swallows only draws more out of you. If she's not careful, she's going to suck you dry. She stops just in time. You save some for her second filling. Because the best way to tame a pussy? Fill it with cum.

"What do you say to Daddy for you feeding you such a tasty meal, kitten? What do you say to Daddy's generosity, even when you're being a brat?"

Minjeong crawls around in a circle on the bed to bring her face close to yours. "Thank you, daddy, for treating me so well. I'm so sorry for being a naughty kitten." You scratch her head behind her ears. This brings out a smile, and then she nuzzles her face into your chest. A false sense of security, a wall you break down as you take hold of her hair and pull her face back up to yours. "But you know I'm not finished." 

She allows a wide grin to fill her face. "I'm sorry, daddy, you can punish me more. You can teach me a lesson. I've been a bad kitten. Use me. Use my body for your pleasure. Do anything you want to your little kitten. Fill me up. Fucking breed me, now."

You let out a soft growl at that last part. "Oh? Does my kitten think she deserves my seed? Do you deserve to have your pussy stuffed with all of my load?"

"Daddy, please let me take it for you. I want you inside me. I want you to fill me. You deserve it." She continues to paw at your chest. "Please put it in me. Fill. Your. Kitten."

"If I breed you, that'd be the end of your idol career. I don't think you're serious. And you know Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie."

"I don't care about any of that shit right now. Winter is an idol, but Minjeong is your cumslut" She purrs into your ear, which blends into a soft moan. Realisation sets in that she has been rubbing herself while talking to you. 

Minjeong continues, “I want your hard cock inside me. I want you to pump me full." Her dirty words trigger blood to fill your length again, something Minjeong realises. "Mmmm, does daddy like hearing how badly his kitty wants to be filled?"

"Keep talking, kitten. Tell me how fucking desperate you are for my cock and my cum. And stop rubbing yourself. You don't pleasure yourself, only I pleasure you, got it?"

"Oh, have I been a bad kitten again? Oh noooo. Does that mean you're going to punish me?" Minjeong rubs herself faster, whining into your ear. "Go on, daddy. I've been such a naughty kitty. You better punish me. Punish me by filling me up. Use me."

Growling again, you grab her wrist to prevent her from rubbing herself. "I told you to stop. You fucking brat." You lunge at her and take control. You climb on top of her and ‌kiss her roughly on the lips while palming at her breasts. Meanwhile, you use your other hand to hold both of hers above her head.

Minjeong writhes under you, struggling against your hold. "Oh, is daddy getting mad? Go on. Get angry with me, daddy. Your kitten has been so naughty. You should be furious. Maybe next time I will get some real American cock and see how you punish me. Would you breed me then?"

That did it. Absolutely livid beyond belief, you take your hand from her breasts and jam two fingers inside her pussy. Her slick juices that have been building since she entered the apartment allow you to slide right in. The sudden action took Winter by surprise. You were going to break her, break her so much she'd never pull this shit with you again.

"AH! What the fuck?!" She lets out a shriek in shock. After several pumps with your finger into her tight cunt, she stops squirming and submits to you. "Oh yes, go on. Stretch me out." A third finger and an increased pace make her unable to speak. Her tight little cunt suffocates your fingers as you stretch her walls. A fitting punishment for such a naughty kitten. No longer fighting your will, her arms go limp above her head, no longer need to restrain her. Your free hand pushes one of her flexible legs out to the side. You to reach around to her ass. You apply pressure to the plug, moving it around to serve a course of pleasure with a little pain on the side.

"Is this what you want kitten?"

A waterfall of syllables falls from her mouth but none of them makes sense. What does make sense is the look of pleasure on her pretty face. Minjeong’s eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep her eyes open under the pressure you apply inside her. "Are you mine? Am I going to use you? Tell me." 

She uses all her strength to muster a single word: "Yes."

"Louder. Are you mine? Am I going to use you? Fucking tell me. Who do you belong to?" you say aggressively.

"YES, YES, YES! I'm your naughty little kitten, and you're going to fucking use me because I've been so naughty! Please fuck me. Your kitten needs it."

You smirk. This is what you lived for, to watch her break down and crumble before you. You inch closer and closer to her wanton hole with your cock, just stopping shy of entering. You take great pleasure in teasing her further. Her dripping pussy leaks onto the bed in excitement for her filling. "Daddy, please!" Minjeong pleads.

"You really deserve my cock? Why don't you head back to America and get yourself a fucking California cock, huh? Isn't that what you wanted? Why do you need my cock, kitten?"

Her bratty defences had utterly broken down; nothing more than her hunger for your cock fueled her words. "All the cocks in America couldn't please me as yours does. I need punishment for everything I ever said. Please, please, please fill me." Her hands grab your shoulders, and her claws dig into your skin. "Please stop teasing me. Your kitten needs filling."

You finally insert your cock into Minjeong's begging pussy—savouring the sensation of finally breaking her. 

"MHMM! Daddy! I've been so bad… Fuck me."

And ruin her you will. There's no holding back, just animalistic instincts as you pound into her. Your stiff cock stretches her tight hole. The lubed plastic plug inside her ass only creates an extra obstacle to blow past as you dig deep inside her. "How's that kitten? Is your tight pussy stuffed full?" 

"Yes, daddy—what are you—?" 

You stop for a moment, hold her in place, and pull back, so only the tip is inside her. "This is for not putting your own collar on." You slam hard into her, to the hilt, hitting your crotch against her tight ass. 

"This is for lying to me." Another hard pump, and she lets out a squeal as you fill her again. 

"This is for the audio clip." Another one. Deeper again. Minjeong lets out a scream followed by a whimper. You hit her cheek lightly, then grab her face by her cheeks, making her look at you. "You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you? Say it." 

"I'm a naughty slut. Your dirty little kitten. Your fuck toy. Your cum slut." 

Incensed by her expressed desire to be filled with your cum, you continue, “you're not fucking going to Coachella next year because I'm going to fucking breed you. Your shit today made me realise I need to tame you, mark you as mine properly."

You take both of her legs, stretching her into a full spit—a position someone so flexible can quickly achieve. Your cock reaches into the depths of her tight pussy, your hips slapping against her submissive body each time you slam forward. 

"Go on, daddy, fill me up. I don't give a fuck about my contract rules, the comebacks, the performances, just fucking fill your little kitten." Minjeong pulls her own legs higher so her knees are on either side of your upper body. She wraps her legs around you to place the heels of her feet into the small of your back. She pulls you into her, begging you never to leave. "Go as deep as you can, daddy, all the way in." You press forward into her tight pussy, her walls clasping your cock. She fits you like a glove, one you've worn plenty of times but still fits as snugly as ever around you.

The metal tags on her neck play a simple tune as they rattle together—her shaking body allows the makeshift instrument to provide the backing track to her high notes.

You bury your head into her neck and concentrate on the chase to your high. Minjeong’s sweet nothings fill your ear between her high-pitched moans and rattling collar.

Right there… Harder… Give it all to me.

Go on… Faster… Fill me…

Cum in my tight pussy… Please… Breed me.

The pressure in your body becomes too much. Your seal breaks, and your second load is released into her body. In response to the feel of your cum inside her, Minjeong reacts with her own cum, a satisfying orgasm in sync with your own. The pressure of two synchronous loads inside Minjeong's pussy almost pushes you out, but you dig deep and allow your cum to fill her up. Spurt after spurt of your hot lead filled her tight pussy.

“Oh my god, yes! You filled me up! It feels so good to have you inside me. I am yours, daddy. I fucking love having you cum inside me.” 

You don’t respond right away, with your head buried in her neck. You let out a few grunts as you force yourself to pump a final few times inside her, milking your cock inside your kitten.

“Are you sorry now, kitten?” 

“I am sorry, daddy, but I don’t regret what I made you do. I can’t believe you filled my tight pussy.”

You let your body roll off of Minjeong’s and take your position by her side in the bed. Both your chest and hers heave up and down in sync. Nothing but pants fill the room until you both fall into silence. Minjeong is the first to speak. “Daddy, if I go break something, can you fuck my ass next?

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okay here’s a request! How about headcanons the bat boys reacting to you flinching at their touch. Reader and said character are not together , but they are close. hope you like the hurt/comfort 🤗

Thank you so much for this request! I am a hoe for hurt/comfort, you know me too well.

Flinching at the BatBoys

word count: 1,020~

warnings: none

I got my first tattoo! I also cleaned tf out of my room so now I have a very clean desk for writing.

Dick Grayson

Dick was excitedly telling a story, the climax of it built with his voice

The loudness of his tone put you on edge especially as his hands started to enunciate his storytelling

One fast paced swipe and you flinched back from him

Dick's hands immediately froze in the air as his eyes watched your body slowly relax

He'd pause and slowly drop his hands to his sides, his brain trying to come up with something to say

"You know I'd never hurt you . . . right?"

He'd speak the words slowly, a softer tone drastically different than the one he was using before

Dick relies on physical touch a lot but he'd hesitate in this moment

It's up to you if the conversation ends there with a soft "yes" or if you want to explain

Either way, Dick will listen and the second you're ready, he'll open his arms for you to fall into

He'd put his hand on top of your head and softly kiss your forehead, he'd talk into your hair until your body relax completely into him

"You'll always be safe with me, you know that right?"

You'd nod into his chest and pretend to not feel Dick let out a sigh of relief

Dick is very patient and forgiving of any time you flinch, he knows its habitual but he'll always be there to smooth out any anxiety

Jason Tod

You two were having a heated argument

Jason tries to be as patient and as understanding as possible, but his rage instincts slip out of the cracks before he can reel them back in

So when he raises his voice at you it reminded you too much of your past and it terrified you

With a flinch, your hands itch to cover your ears with your gaze down, waiting for more yelling

Nothing but silence, so you looked up and saw Jason's reaction

Jason would be incredibly still, jaw slammed shut and arms pinned to his sides

"Why did you flinch?"

He say it with such a quiet voice, it'd be low and the edge of it would make you just a little nervous

He's pissed at the insinuation of you past, he'd be even more pissed at himself

Jason wants nothing more than to hug you and prove to you that he'd never hurt you, yet, he scared you

He'd be extremely conscious of his voice level anytime he's around you, especially during fights or when he and his siblings get rowdy

Once you two cool off for a bit and resolve the argument, he'd want to reassure you as much as he can with soft words

As much as he hates to admit it, he'd need some reassurance as well

He's terrified of hurting the people he loves in any way, he'll crave cuddles but won't admit it

You'll probably get to spend the night cuddled up and feeling completely safe with Jason

Tim Drake

Tim can be quite affectionate, he doesn't think twice about offering you physical affection very often

You both adore hugs so when he sneaks up from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, he was expecting a soft morning gesture

Instead, your full body flinch immediately made him slowly let go, but when your terrified eyes met his, he completely backed off

You could see the confused nervousness in his eyes and you tried your best to soothe it but you couldn't quite shake the terror your body was feeling

Tim would apologize in an instant, he didn't realize how that could scare you so he silently plans to not do it again unless he makes it obvious he's coming near you

He loves communication with all his heart, so he'll continuously ask you every time he notices your small anxious flinches

"Did I do something that made you anxious?"

He asks so he can know what your triggers are so he can avoid them, he doesn't need the story behind it unless you want to tell him, he is a detective so he'll probably find out sooner or later anyway

Tim will panic internally that he did something wrong but he'll always do his best to make sure he helps in anyway you'd like him to

Whether you just need words of safety or his soft touch, or even a moment to yourself, he'll understand and be there every step of the way.

Damian Wayne

Damian has a incredible habit of sneaking up on you

He doesn't even try to, he just always walks silently and you never notice when he's in the room with you or not

So when you turn around and flinch hard, he doesn't think much of it at first

Damian just caught you with your guard down and he knows he can be scary sometimes, so he shrugs it off

Slowly it becomes a reoccurring thing, he notices every single time you flinch at him and mentally notes it down

He doesn't want to scare you too much, but you don't just flinch with him, so he's growing anxiety quickly disappears

But one bad mental health day and your flinch seems to look less like you being startled and more like you're a second away from curling in the corner and protecting yourself from him

Eventually he just corners you and demands answers

"You think I'd hurt you . . . or someone already did."

Damian has a way of accidentally interrogating you, he forgets that topics can be hypersensitive and people need time before they admit past traumas

But he makes up for it by being one of the best listeners

He'll sit patiently as you speak, giving you plenty of time to get your entire story out, as much as you want to say

While he wants to know the truth, he won't push you too hard, the second you say no, he'll pull back

He wants to know so he can protect you from any person or situation that ever triggers you

Damian can seem cold but deep down he really does care and wants to make sure you always feel safe with him

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[darklordofthesimp]

Could you imagine how much it would hurt könig to see birdy being soft for the first time? Not with him of course, no they’d still be a long way off from that, but the first time where he sees her really relax. She’s finally healed enough to not constantly be on edge; and she has no need to be seeing as ghost is at her side as always, like a personal bodyguard. He’s telling her little jokes, quietly bantering with her and… she looks happy- not just content, not just unafraid, but happy- smiling full force and completely at ease. She’s leaning softly against ghost and he must have said something particularly funny because she laughs, and it must be one of the most divine sounds könig has ever heard. Once her chuckles fade out she somehow looks even more beautiful than before, with blush on her cheeks and a contented smile. It sends his heart racing to see her so happy, so cheerful. It actually makes him feel a bit lighter than air himself- but everything that goes up must come crashing down, as he does once he notices ghost is watching him.

Ghost’s cold and piercing gaze pins him, taking him apart bit by bit, like observing an insect under a microscope, hateful intent clear. Birdy notices ghosts sudden tension and follows his gaze- right to könig. He can almost physically feel her walls going back up; the way her back straightens out and her jaw clenches, her eyes glaring a hole through him- if looks could kill he’d be in the morgue already from her and ghost combined. The thing that hurts most though, is the way her smile dropped from her face the moment she saw him, replaced with the usual scowl- what he wouldn’t give to see her smile again, to be the one that makes her smile. But the glares are clear enough; he saw a moment of vulnerability that he was never meant to see and has long outworn his welcome. He flees the room without a word and escapes their silent wrath, but even back in his own room he daydreams about that laugh and smile, how nice it would be to bask in her joy and have her trust him enough to lean on him, physically and emotionally, to be granted the position of her personal guard. Daydreams are just that though, dreams, and he knows how unlikely (impossible, some part of him acknowledges, but he refuses to full accept it, it would shred whatever tiny, bruised sliver of his heart is left) it is that she would ever put that much trust in him. Not that he thinks he deserves it either- he knows how abhorrently selfish he’s being by even wishing it were true- but the heart wants what the heart wants and he supposes it’s only karmic for him to be tortured this way. So close yet so far from his missing half that not only doesn’t want him but loathes him as much as he does himself. No, What he did to her- what he continues doing by subjecting her to his presence and even more selfishly doing it more than necessary to put his own heart at ease- can never be forgiven. Birdy is the angel he’s ripped the wings off of, forever tormenting her in and out of her dreams as her personal demon. If there wasn’t already a special spot in hell for him after all he’s done to his combatants, there is for what he’s done to her.

Did someone order more angst? I think yes! I love semi religious metaphors for guilt and redemption, it just hits different. hope you don’t mind that I stole some lines directly from one of your replies 💀

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING AND READ THIS COS ITS CANON END OF STORY. THANKS.

Dude just to add my two cents in on that, can you IMAGINE THE FLIP SIDE OF THIS???

The first time Ghost sees König and Birdy interacting calmly, Ghost watching as Birdy begins to chuckle at things that König says and doesn't leap away when they're knees brush. When she smiles at him in front of Ghost?!??@@?@?

Jesus fucking Christ.

The anger.

The hurt.

The longing

[sungbeam]

DUCKIE !! I ZOOMED WHEN I SAW YOUR REQS ARE OPEN !! i am so in love with your works i stopped my 3 am crying sesh for this ( kinda tmi but that’s ok … ! )

anyway! i’d like some … badboy!huang renjun + “who did this to you?!” trope wherein reader is a mess from some mean bullies at school for dating the popular huang renjun >:( + hurt/comfort !

i know the prompt isn’t in your prompt list and you can totally ignore me if you don’t take anything from your prompt lists :__D

I WISH YOU’RE DOING WELL DUCKIE !!! I LOFE U SO MUCH !! ><

𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁

bad boy!bf!huang renjun x gn!reader

1.2k words, hurt/comfort, tw: mention of bullying, wounds

a/n: ahhh hi niki !!! tysm for ur request, i hope ur doing okay and that mayhaps this will comfort u a little bit :( <3 I LOFE U TOO HEHE

You hissed, nose wrinkled and eyes squinted in pain as the rubbing alcohol seeped into the open wound. It was an angry red gash slashed into the meat of your cheek, running from cheekbone to jaw line. But it was the worst out of the physical evidence, and to be completely honest, the most damage was to your emotional stability. If you even had any left after this. 

Gingerly, you pressed the pads of your fingers against the opening, wincing again at the sting it provided. It kept you awake; after all that happened this afternoon, you wanted to fall asleep on your bed and never wake up.

Unbeknownst to you, your phone had been blowing up for the past thirty minutes with your friends and your boyfriend spamming you with worried calls and texts. Every memory of what you were supposed to do today had flown out the window as soon as the innate fear settled in when you'd stepped into that classroom and heard the door lock behind you. 

Everything had been a blur after that—

Your eyes shuddered at the memory and your breath was shaky. 

You dropped another bloody cotton pad into the sink, opting to deal with the mess later. Otherwise, you canvassed your form in the mirror: flushed and scarred cheek, hair yanked from its roots until your skull pounded, scratches on your arms to match the bruises on your knees. You braced your hands on the sink and stared at yourself in the eyes, lip trembling, willing yourself to stand up to someone—even to yourself. To be enough for someone, anyone. 

A bang! shook the entire house as the front door slammed shut downstairs. "Yn? Ynie! Are you here, sweetheart?"

Panic. 

Heart leaping into your throat—you were trying to breathe and crush your quaking hands into submission. You slammed your body against the bathroom door, fingers swiftly clicking the lock into place. 

You could do this. You could get away with this. Right?

Footsteps could be heard approaching your room from the stairwell, before entering the bedroom and spotting the closed bathroom door. A small sigh from the other side. "Yn-ah, you gave us a big scare. Are you okay?"

You backed away from the door slowly, hands cupped around your mouth to control your breathing. Why were you suddenly afraid? Huang Renjun would not dare touch a hair on your head, but still, you feared what might happen if he saw your current state. 

There was a reason why the girls at school fawned over him. They had fallen for the idea of his "bad boy" aesthetic, the motorcycles and leather jackets and smirks. You were lucky—yeah, you were lucky. 

"Y-yeah," you stammered, finally. "I'm… I'm okay."

"Do you need ibuprofen? A heat pad or hot tea maybe?" 

You lowered yourself onto the ledge of the bathtub. "No, no. I'm okay, thank you." You swallowed. "I'm, uhm, I'm sorry that I didn't let you guys know where I—" Oh god, you couldn't do this. You felt like keeling over. Did you even deserve him? "—I was."

A small thump. Renjun leaned his ear against the door. "Sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?" A try at the doorknob, the silver rattled but didn't budge. "I—"

"No," you forced from your lips, perhaps too firmly. 

Quiet. 

"Just… just…" Your voice fizzled out until you were sure your throat was closing up on you. "Jun, I—I can't…" A tear slipped into the scratch on your cheek and you almost whimpered at how badly it hurt. 

"Yn," he murmured softly, "please let me in." 

"You're gonna be mad—"

"I couldn't be mad; not at you." Renjun's mind raced with the possibilities, and unfortunately, they were endless. "Sweetie, please. Let me help you, okay?"

It was a few moments later that the door finally cracked open a sliver, and Renjun pushed himself off of it. He didn't know what he had braced himself for, but the image of your scarred cheek and watery eyes filled with fear was worse than he could've ever cooked up in his imagination. 

He let you open the door for him, before stepping forward, carefully and slowly. He cupped your face in his hands, thumb ghosting over the red. There was a sort of crimson colored rage bubbling in his blood and gushing through his veins, the kind of adrenaline that made him want to blame someone. 

"Who did this to you?" Sliced through the silence that had you holding your breath. 

"It's not important," you said, so quietly he barely heard you. 

He shook his head. "Of course, it's important—"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Renjun snapped out of that crimson-tinted lens and focused on the present—you, who was more important than whoever had done this to you. He would deal with that later once he'd made sure you were properly taken care of. 

"That's okay," he whispered. "What can I do to help you, hm? Want me to clean you up?"

You nodded, bottom lip trembling so bad. "Just—just want you." 

Renjun's heart palpitated in his chest and he cupped the back of your head to press you against his chest. "Oh, baby," he cooed softly, delicately. "I love you so much, my love. You've been so strong, hm." 

He slowly rocked you in his hold like a soothing slow dance. You clung so tightly to him, fists clenching the fabric of his jacket as your body shook with quiet sobs. 

He just wanted to make you feel safe again; your bullies be damned. 

Renjun helped you to sit on the ledge of your counter while he stood between your legs to patch you up. Once the scratches and bruises were dealt with, he gently pulled your hair out of its braid and combed a hand through the locks. His touch was always delicate, always thoughtful. 

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you later when he had tucked you under the covers of your bed with him. Your legs were tangled together beneath the blanket, one of his arms draped around your waist and the other holding your hand. 

You made a small noise of acknowledgement. Your good cheek was smooshed against his chest, nose inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne. "Mm… I love you, too, Jun. Thank you."

He smiled. "For what?"

"For coming to find me," you mumbled. 

Your eyes were closed now and he suspected you were on the cusp of sleep. He smoothed a hand over your hair. "I will always find you, Yn. You know that no matter what, they can't tear us apart, right?" 

You hummed. "Do you ever feel like what they say is true though?" Your mind was a little loopy from drowsiness, but you felt him tense. 

Renjun sighed above you. "Honestly? Sometimes. But only because I wonder how someone as incredible as you would ever lower your standards—"

"I would never lower my standards, Huang Renjun," you cut in, then smiled up at him, shifting. "You managed to pass the bar."

He grinned down at you, leaning down to kiss your lips. "Mm, is that so?"

"Only by a little though."

He laughed at this. "Maybe they're right. We're not perfect, but we can be perfect for each other." He tapped the tip of your nose, cringing. "That was the corniest thing I have ever said."

You giggled, and the sound made butterflies arouse in his stomach. He hoped he could always make you sound like that. "As long as you don't get cornier."

"Then what? I go back under the bar?"

"Yeah." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "But don't worry; you have a bit of leeway."

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[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 40

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“Honey, I’m home,” Marvin said as he and Chase walked into Henrik’s house. “Are we all good?” 

“Kitchen,” Henrik called out. 

“He doesn’t sound like he’s crying, so that’s good news,” Chase said with a weak chuckle as he and Marvin went to where Henrik’s voice had come from. 

“So how’s-” Marvin’s question stopped in his throat when he saw Robbie. 

“Holy shit.” Chase blurted out his curse. 

Robbie sat at the table, shoveling a big forkful of food into his mouth, eating away as if he’d never had food. He was much taller than the last time they’d seen him and was also now a fully grown adult with a hint of a beard on his chin and cheeks and the beginnings of a mustache on his upper lip. Robbie was gigantic in every way, giving Jackie a run for his money and then some. 

“Hey guys!” Robbie chirped when he noticed Marvin and Chase. 

“That’s a whole-ass man,” Marvin said with a point while Chase’s jaw dropped, staring with wide eyes.

“It seems the final growth spurt has happened,” Henrik said, leaning his back against the counter, and Edward stood next to him, rubbing his chin and jaw in thought. 

“How do you know it’s the final one?” Marvin asked. 

“I’m done. I can feel it.” Robbie explained with a casual shrug. 

“Do you know how old you are?” 

“Twenty-one.” 

“Okay…” Marvin’s voice trailed off. 

“Holy shit.” Chase cursed again. 

“Yep.” Robbie went back to his eating. 

“We’re not sure if the sudden increase in appetite is due to the drastic bodily change or if it’s permanent,” Edward said. 

“My wallet cannot afford it being permanent.” Henrik softly chuckled. 

“At least he’s craving food and not humans,” Chase said. 

“I can change that,” Robbie said with a grin, laughing when Chase stepped back. “Don’t worry, Uncle Chase, if I’m eating anyone, it won’t be my family.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Chase tilted his head up when Robbie stood up. 

“Come here.” Robbie chuckled and only needed a few steps of his own till he was to Chase and hugged him. 

“I take back my earlier comment about Robbie being a whole-ass man; he’s actually two whole-ass men!” Marvin gestured with both hands. “Please tell me he’s not a magic user. I don’t think I can handle having two out-of-control, overly-powerful magic users in my life.” 

“He has shown no signs of it,” Henrik answered.

“I think his whole magical thing has to do with his current physical appearance and then the other part of his body, the one with the claws and all that,” Edward suggested. 

“That’s still pretty OP.” Chase’s voice got muffled by Robbie’s chest and was released. “He could cause some serious damage if he wanted to.” 

“It’s a good thing I don’t want to,” Robbie said with a big smile. 

“It’s moments like this that make me very thankful Henrik ended up being your daddy and not me,” Marvin said. “If he took after me more, we’d be screwed.” 

“You say that like you are the worst person ever.” Henrik rolled his eyes. 

“I mean, pretty damn close.” Marvin popped his tongue. 

“Nope. No bad self-talk.” Chase said before suddenly throwing Marvin over his shoulder. 

“Chase Brody! Put me down! I was just joking!” Marvin shouted, slapping Chase’s back. 

“Is now really the time for this?” Henrik went over to help get Marvin down. 

“Let the uncles have their moment.” Robbie grabbed Henrik and threw him over his shoulder as well. 

“Robert Schneeplestein! Put me down this instant!” Henrik demanded. 

“Nope!” Robbie chuckled, casually able to hold Henrik with one arm like he weighed nothing. 

“You are so grounded!”

“Can’t ground me. I’m an adult now.” Robbie sang.

“That does not stop a parent!” 

Edward just stayed where he was, casually leaning back and watching the chaos of the other four. He reached over, grabbed the coffee he had been drinking earlier, and took another sip, more than embracing that he fell in love with a man who had a very…interesting life. 

x~x~x

“I am so thankful that everything with Robbie seems to be working out good for us,” Marvin said after having himself and Chase appear at his front door. 

“Do you think he’ll be stuck at twenty-one forever?” Chase asked as he opened the door. 

“Who knows. Robbie said he was done but couldn’t explain what he meant by that.” Marvin stepped into the house. 

“But at least he has control now. Henrik says everything else is as stable as an undead man can be.” Chase followed Marvin in. 

“At least something’s got somewhat of a conclusive ending…well, isn’t this just adorable?” Marvin giggled when he saw Mad and Mare on the floor with a large, incomplete puzzle spread out between them

“Told you we’d be fine,” Mare said as Mad handed him a piece. 

“That thing is massive,” Chase commented. 

“It has over nine thousand pieces.” Mad grabbed the top of the puzzle box and held it so Chase and Marvin could see what the completed picture would become. It was a picture of an underwater biome with colorful plants and fish.

“How long have you two been working on this?” Chase asked, crouching down to get a closer look at the pieces. 

“A month or so. We usually try to get a little time each night to work on it.” Mare answered. 

“Aw, you two are like an old married couple.” Marvin sat on the arm of his couch. “Well, you’re not old or married, but we can easily work on that second half~” He laughed when Mad threw the box lid at him. 

“I have a big one of these guys at my place,” Chase said, changing the subject before Marvin got yelled at. “I think it’s like…twenty-five hundred? I tried for like an hour before I got distracted, and it’s been tucked away ever since.” 

“After we finish this one, we can help you with yours.” Mad offered, looking very excited at the idea. 

“I swear if I weren’t doing this with him, he’d never stop.” Mare chuckled, getting a piece and putting it in place. “Especially since Mad only likes the large ones.” 

“Don’t,” Chase said to Marvin when he saw him making a look. 

“Wait, don’t what?” Mad asked. 

“I’m just saying, I hope Mare’s big enough for him, too~” Marvin practically purred and wasn’t shocked when Mare threw the bottom of the box at him. 

“Big enough for what? I mean, he’s taller than me, if you’re talking about that.” Mad said. 

“He’s not talking about that.” Chase scratched his ear. 

“What is he talking about then? What part would I care about being big on Mare?”

“You don’t want to know.” Mare shot a warning glare at both Marvin and Chase. 

“His dick,” Marvin said, ignoring the glare completely. 

“His-” Mad was about to echo, but he stopped, face going red almost instantly. “Stop that!” He grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and threw it. 

“Careful, those are decorative,” Marvin caught the pillow. 

“They’re now ammunition!” Mad huffed.

“You don’t know what you’re getting-” Marvin got cut off by Mare thumping him in the face with a different couch pillow, getting Chase to break out into a loud laugh. 

“It is so on!” Marvin laughed, too, taking the pillow in his hand and hitting the top of Mare’s head with it. 

“Pillow fight!” Chase called out, casually jumping over the puzzle to get on the couch, grabbing one of the pillows, and hitting Marvin with it. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” Marvin hit him back, still laughing. 

“No sides! Only chaos!” Chase turned and smacked Mare. 

“Incoming!” Mad got on the couch, scooping up the last pillow and hitting Chase’s back several times. Mare sighed and got up. He jumped on the couch with the others and thumped Mad from behind. 

“Hey!” Mad turned and got Mare on the stomach. 

“Oh~” Marvin grinned when he noticed Mad and Mare focused on each other. He grabbed Chase’s arm and flicked his other wrist, sending them both to the living room’s entrance. 

“Why-” Chase stopped at Marvin holding a finger to his lips. 

“They’re about to have a moment,” Marvin whispered, turning Chase so they could peek in. 

Mare and Mad were laughing as they playfully smacked each other with the pillows, Mad somehow getting the upper hand at one point, and Mare slipped back and fell on the couch. Mad went down with him, still hitting his chest with the pillow.

“Uncle, uncle! I surrender!” Mare dropped his pillow and held his hands up. Mad had his pillow stay on Mare’s chest and leaned on it. 

“I win.” He said with the biggest grin. 

“You did.” Mare chuckled. 

“Yeah…” Mad’s grin softened into a little smile. 

“They are so going to make out,” Marvin whispered to Chase. 

“Should we leave?” Chase whispered back. 

“Only if they actually do.” 

“We should…uh…get back to the-um-the puzzle.” Mad’s voice was quiet and shy. 

“We can if you’d like.” Mare’s voice was quiet as well, but it was also caring and tender. 

“Maybe…in a moment?” Mad looked like he was relaxing more on top of Mare.

“Whenever you’re ready.” 

“We should leave.” Chase tugged on Marvin’s shirt. 

“Not until their mouths are touching,” Marvin said. 

“I-” Mad didn’t get to say his next thing before his phone went off, and he moved away from Mare to check it.

“Whoever is texting is such a bitch.” Marvin grumbled as he stepped back into the room, knowing that the moment was officially ruined. 

“It’s Dark,” Mad said, looking up to see Marvin.  “He says it’s time for my first practice?” 

“Shit.” 

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[astranne]

I saw your dragon!zhongli and foul legacy!Childe and i just couldnt resist.

For starters, i headcanon Zhongli having subtle dragon features in his mortal disguise, like the subtle dragon-like eyes, maybe slightly longer nails? Perhaps his teeth are bit bigger than usual? Sharper maybe?? Scales for freckles I'd trip and fall for him.

Maybe he still retains his dragon tendencies because damn human customs are so weird. Instead of him going dates he just gives you really expensive books and ancient texts and rocks from when he found them during the archon war. I saw somewhere that he would rattle his scales, imagine him rattling his scales at someone he doesn't like, or he just narrow his eyes and subtly hisses, flex his very much "human" claws to hold himself back.

Okay now Foul Legacy!Childe

GOD I CAN TALK ABOUT HIM FOREVER AHHH

His og human form? I know for a fact he has Abyss Markings somewhere on him. Most likely lining his ribs because thats where his chestplate is. I, am a personal believer in Childe covered in scars, but mostly from his Delusion and Foul Legacy 🛐

His starry cape definitely radiates some heat, it can probably get really hot. I can also see his mask-jaw thing? Being seperable, like sharp jaws that kinda make a grating sound everytime he opens his jaws. Purely for self indulgence it probably steams out too purely from him exerting himself too much. Since I see people say he purrs a lot i cant see that? More of a really deep growl, like low rumble that you cant hear but feel almost. His eye? His starry little cyclops eye? He's nearsighted with that. Just because you cant see a real pupil out of that thing. And since hes so broad chested i like to think too much movements can/will get him exhausted quickly.

Just the physical drawbacks on Foul Legacy afflicting Childe gets my mind running a thousand miles, but till i can write romantic relationship brainrot thats all for now. 😞

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ISDBDKDNA- FISCHL ANON BLESSING ME AGAIN <33

as always, more under the cut hehe

yes just yes. dragon!zhongli in general is just chefkiss, but him having dragon features in his human form??? please, i'm on my knees- and childe too

not just dragon features, but darkened fingers/hands and his arms this glowing yellow?? gold whatever the color is, yk the one in many fanarts. the reason why he never shows any skin. just.... aaahhhh-

AND OMFG- zhongli not understanding human social rules/understanding humans in general is just.... wholesome?? not only because he's an adepti, but because he's a dragon too. it's not in his nature and just- him freaking people out because he acts more like a dragon than a human. we love.

OMG JUST YES TO EVERYTHING ABOUT FOUL LEGACY CHILDE-

he is one feral big thing and it shows!! i actually headcanon that,,, the more he transforms, which he does with time, he acts more and more like foul legacy, just,,, a bit more bloodthirsty, quicker to act, quicker to anger etc. not to mention he's stronger and faster in his human form and i actually think he prefers to fight in his human form since he can keep the speed. while foul legacy is still fast, everything goes rather into strength.

also... foul legacy acting all confused and bumping into walls because he can't see PLEASE- another reason why childe prefers his human form.

AND THE MARKINGS- maybe he has smth similar like tattoos, orrr like zhongli darkened limbs?? there are so many possibilities and i just- hhhhhh-

THANK YOU SM FOR SENDING THIS BRAINROT I HAD A BLAST AND ANOTHER GREAT IDEA- should i drop some spoiler 👀