#offer to let him wash your back and/or hair and he's over the moon

[koinotame]

yan aether, hoping to move you into his teapot seamlessly: let me know if there's anything—anything at all—you'd like in the teapot. anything that's mine is yours, and that includes your new h-I mean my teapot you: hot spring. yan aether: just that? nothing else? you: hot spring. yan aether, a week later realising he no longer has an excuse to help wash you during your daily baths: yan aether: >:(

[ddejavvu]

remus x animagus!reader where he doesn’t know it’s her yet, and there’s just always this random cat (or other animal) following him around the castle, and cuddling up to him in the hospital wing after full moons

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"You shouldn't be in here."

Remus's stern words hardly deter you, especially because by now he's got the strength to push you off of the bed, but he doesn't. Instead he watches warily, neck craned and rolled into miniscule lines of chub that you'd kiss if you were in your human form, as your paws trace a path up towards his head.

"You're some sort of creature," Remus decides, speaking aloud in the deserted hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey only has one other patient now, but they've been quarantined in a separate room due to the infectious nature of their illness. It means that Remus can speak at will, and you're happy to plant yourself over his chest to feel it vibrate at the sound. You're more accustomed to doing so with your human ears, but it's nicer to hear your boyfriend's voice with cat senses.

"You're too smart to be a regular cat," He lifts a shaky hand up to your head, offering you a chance to inspect him as though you haven't already splayed yourself over his chest, "But the castle doesn't allow many magical pets. Which means you're not supposed to be in here at all. Definitely not in the Hospital Wing."

You offer him a soft, plaintive meow, purring when he strokes his knuckles over the space between your ears.

"Maybe you're an omen," He muses suddenly, eyes narrowing, "No one else ever sees you. Are you warning me of some cruel fate?"

You blink at him, slowly, and he decides, "You're not very threatening for an omen."

Remus has professed the exact same observation about your attempts to be threatening in human form as well. Somehow, the tightening of your brows and the downturn of your lips aren't enough to petrify Remus, though it works rather nicely on errant second-years who find themselves confident enough in the castle to misbehave, but too terrified to face the consequences.

You draw back your shoulders and let your fangs glint in the low lights of the hospital wing, mouth open to hiss warningly at Remus.

Your cruel fate is a good night's sleep, you grouse at him, lamenting the fact that he'll never hear the words, you'd rest more if you weren't always dishing out inexhaustible wit.

"Oh, very scary," He chuckles, poking teasingly at your left pointed fang, "I'm not afraid of you, cat, you couldn't hurt me more than I've already hurt myself."

And it's true.

His limbs, long and lanky, bear the scratch marks of his own claws, gnarled nails that lie in wait under the surface to be beckoned by the moon's silvery siren song. There's a tear on his cheek, skin split and blood carefully wiped clean, where he'd fought with himself, with the will of the universe, and tried clinging to his human skin. He's nursing a rolled ankle from thrashing about during his transformation, and a patch of his hair is still reddened with copper no matter how many times Madame Pomfrey had washed it with a wet washcloth. He's barely a boy anymore, more like a string of injuries hanging together with sutures and dittany.

In hopes that companionship works just as well as Pomfrey's healing remedies, you wriggle closer still to his face, draping yourself over his neck and laying your face against his own. It's an awkward position for him, probably more pressure than he's used to on his windpipe, but you keep your weight off of him as much as possible, and purr like the motor of Sirius's bike against his ear.

He's hesitant to accept it at first, which you knew he would be. He needs to be sought out, he needs someone to hold out their hand for five seconds before he decides to take it or not. You wait, one, two, three, four, five, and he exhales, the air hitting your fur.

"Don't be here when they check on me," He murmurs, hand back at his side as your tail curls around his opposite ear, "Thanks, cat."

[beababoobies]

Hey there you said you needed a Hazbin Hotel request? I got just the thing. Is it okay you do a Alastor x witch reader? Like reader was a witch before she died and is basically pretty powerful especially in magic? I like to think she covers up her body because she’s covered in tattoos that look like magic ruins or ritual symbols. Idk i just thought it would be cute of Alastor falling in love with a classy yet a badass witch who can put him in his place.

Heya Anon! Yes, Absolutely! I love my witchy friends (shoutout to Tatianna because she follows my blog.) I wasn’t sure exactly on which type of Witch you were referring to, so I decided on a random mix of diff witch cultures! Please shoot me a request if that’s not what you had in mind and I can re-write this for you. Thanks a ton for the request!

From Experience

Alastor x Fem!Witch!Reader

words : 1k , no warnings!

You let out a sigh as you started the spell you had been planning for weeks now. You had to go to Lust to get aphrodisiac rose powder, cannibal town to get the dried blood (and have a coffee and chat with Rosie, of course.) you even attended to Blood Moon festival very shortly to get some black tree root straight from the source from your friend Sally Mae. The candles had been lit - your spirit guides told you it was ready. You closed your eyes softly as you started to read out the incantation in your head.

You sighed softly through your nose as you felt yourself slowly start to float, the bone-marrow candles you had bought starting to glow a blood red colour as you felt the power of the spell start to wash over you, the magical ruins carved into your body lighting up, making you glow softly, and it was all coming together nicely, perfectly one might say - 

“Hello, Darling!” 

You let out a small scream and opened your eyes, falling to the floor with a small thud, groaning as you open your eyes to the familiar face smiling back at you, chuckling softly as you rub your head gently, rolling your eyes. Not an evil spirit. Okay, an evil spirit. But a very familiar one. “Alastor, what a surprise.” You said as he walked over to you, offering you his hand and you took it, hoisting yourself up and letting out a soft sigh as you saw the spilt wax across the floor. 

“How rude of me to interrupt you! Allow me.” He hums softly, and you watch as the candles are returned back to their original state, turning back to him with a smile, brushing your now messed hair back into place, tilting your head. “Back again so soon?” You said with a chuckle, walking into your kitchen to get a cup of tea, him following quickly behind.

Now that you thought about it - he was back very, very soon. You had last seen him yesterday for lunch, and just two days before that for an evening stroll. After seven years of absence, you could’ve sworn you hadn’t even seen him this much before he disappeared. This meant he either needed something, or he was playing you in a big plan.

“Oh, well you just make the best steaming cup of chamomile, my dear.” He compliments, sitting at your small window-side table. You chuckled, taking a spoonful of the mix you had taken years to perfect, crushing the leaves, adding in just a bit of cinnamon. You had even figured out the best tea bags. Possibly your best spell ever. You dismissed your worries as your own overthinking, sighing as you poured the boiling water into the mugs.

“No sugar for you again?” You say, eyes not looking back at him as you pull the cane sugar out from your cabinet, spooning a couple helpings into your mug. “You know me too well, darling.” He says and you blush softly, putting the cane sugar back, bringing both the mugs to the table, placing one in front of him, and one in front of yourself.

“So, why are you back so quickly, hmm?” You said teasingly, leaning back in your chair, mixing the tea in your mug lazily, toying with the spoon as you watching him dip the boiling liquid - always uncanny, how he could do that - before looking back up at you. 

“One could say I’ve taken a bit of a liking to you, my love.” He says with a smile, and you feel your face get hot - from more than just the steam from your tea. He chuckles softly at your reaction, taking another sip from his mug, leaning back in his chair and watching you try to find the right words. Platonically? It’s hard to decipher a man who’s walked out of a couple decades before your time. 

“One might even say you… like me?” You say, testing the waters as you discard your cup back onto the table, crossing your arms over your chest, skepticism all over your expression causing Alastor to let out another chuckle. “One could say that. But I hate that way of saying it.” He responds flatly, putting his mug down as well, tilting his head at you. Trying to read a man who’s face was always carved into that sharp-toothed grin was hard.

“While we are speaking of taking a liking to things.” He says, holding out his hand, a small jar of black sand from the burning desert - one of a kind, unbelievably expensive, and your eyes widened. You swallowed thickly as you eyes the small vial, looking up at him with a small grin. 

“I’m not giving you my soul for this. Tempting, though.” You said with a playful smile, watching him place it delicately on the table. “Oh, no, darling, it is yours for the price of this cup of tea. A friend gave it to me in exchange for a… favor.” He says with a small chuckle, watching you pick up the vial cautiously and inspect it, turning it upside down and watching the pitch black sand move around in the glass. 

Oh, the things you could do with this. 

“And why should I take your murder sand?” You say with a smile, looking back up at him as you toyed with vial carefully, raising your eyebrows, watching his eyes trail down to the vial and then back up to you. 

“Well, I’ve heard it’s good for love spells.” He hums softly, taking another nonchalant sip of his tea, watching you nearly cough on your own spit over the statement, collecting yourself before piercing your lips together, eyes going from him to the vial over and over. 

“And how would you know this, hmm? You some sort of ritual expert now?” You said with a playful smile and tone, clutching the vial in your hand and leaning forward, chin resting on your palm. 

“Let’s just say I can speak from experience.” 

[ja3yun]

The Moon That Sometimes Shines | L.HS (TSTAB Alt. Scene)

lee heeseung x reader

warnings: smut (mdni), fingering, dirty talk, choking, pet names (baby girl, angel), alcohol, slight exhibitionism, if I missed anything lmk!

wc: 3.6k

synopsis: after seeing your ex-lover jaeyun and his fiance being close to one another, heeseung offers you a much needed distraction.

a/n: i accidentally deleted the original post so here I am at 3am re-uploading it :( anyway like i said the first time, this is part of the tstab series original plotline before i changed it but can be read as a stand-alone one-shot since this is an alternative scene.

tstab masterlist

“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re going out tonight.” Eunseo’s pretty voice travels through the door. After confirming it was her you open the door and look at her confused. “Me, you, Heeseung, Jake, and Yeoreum are going out. Like a joint bachelor-bachelorette thingy.” She claps excitedly. 

“Didn’t they already have their parties? You got really stressed when the inflatables you planned went to your elderly neighbour.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recall the incident. The delivery of nonsensical blowup dicks and penis straws went to Mrs. Kim, a 87-year-old lady, who lives next door to Eunseo and she, unfortunately, opened it. Their relationship was never the same.

Eunseo scowls at the thought, “Please don’t remind me, she thinks I’m a sex pest or something now.” Her hand raised to stop you from saying any further as she carried on, “But this is just to let loose. After that walk and shit, I think they need it.” Nodding you agree and she smiles, “Then get ready! I’ve looked out your fit.” That could only mean one thing: you were going to be cold tonight.

After getting dressed you trail behind Eunseo you walk into the living room to find the rest waiting for you both which seems to be a theme this past week. Eunseo apologises like she always does and then hurries everyone as if she isn’t the reason the taxi fare is already up by £20. 

Heeseung puts his hand on the small of your back, leaning down to whisper, “You look so fucking good, angel. If there wasn’t such a thing as bro code…” he trails off and leaves it there with a cheeky smile. To be honest you felt hot, probably the hottest you have in any of your best friend’s clothes. She had looked out a black corset top with lace detailing at the side, a white mini skirt with perfectly placed black bows on either side of your hips, and black thigh-high boots that were not the easiest to get on. This outfit called for your hair to be curled and eyeliner so sharp that it could open envelopes.

Nudging him you laugh and keep walking, “You couldn’t handle it.” You playfully sway your hips and Heeseung pretends to fall to his knees, a hand clutching his chest. When little moments like this happen, the world suddenly feels like it’s aligned.

The taxi drive is short, and full of chatter and excitement. Yeoreum and Jaeyun seem to have made up, her laughter and his hand on her thigh being your indications. 

The club is busy, filled with people your age and younger just trying to get drunk. Thursdays are always the best day to go out; it’s cheaper and has a more student-based clientele than on a Saturdays when creepy men in their 40s come out from the shadows. Eunseo flashes her signature smile and you guys are let in without any hesitation. You look at her skimpy outfit and think that might have helped the situation.

Music and heat hit you all at once and it’s overwhelming but in the best way possible. The musky smell of alcohol and smoke from the machines feels like a time machine back to your second year of college, a mixture of shame and fondness washing over you as you remember the many hook-ups and walks of shame you did.

Eunseo grabs your hand and raises it as she leads you to the bar to get the first of too many drinks tonight. She orders two double vodkas with lemonade and two Baby Guinnesses, they've become your favourites over the years. As the bartender goes to make them she turns to you, “Are you going to make your move on Heeseung tonight?” A loud sharp laugh leaves your mouth at her question, she really wasn’t letting this go.

“Eunseo, he isn’t my type I have told you this.” The shots come first and you clink it on the bar and shoot it down. “He’s hot but I’m not interested.”

“Those two sentences don’t go together, babe. And what’s one night? You’ve been with plenty of uglier men than him.” Her eyes are on Heeseung at the other side of the bar, buying drinks for him and the bride and groom. 

“I don’t know,” Of course, Heeseung was attractive, even more attractive now than 4 years ago. His perfect nose, attractive side profile, and when he smirked…god when he smirked. But could you truly do that to Jaeyun? 

Your drinks are now in front of you both, “Come on, let’s dance.”

One hand holding your drink and the other holding Eunseo’s hand you lead her to a spot and start to move your hips to the music, letting all the tension you’ve felt go. A genuine smile creeps on your face and you down your drink. And another. And another.

Everyone was enjoying themselves and as your eyes land on Yeoreum and Jaeyun, you realise just how much fun they’re having.

Jaeyun’s hand is caressing her thigh, his tongue lapping up her mouth, and her tits are pressing into his chest. If you were closer you swear you could hear them moaning.

It’s hard to watch, your true love tangled in someone else, but that’s reality now.

Your view is obstructed by a broad chest clad in a loose My Chemical Romance t-shirt. Heeseung.

“What did I tell you about only focusing on me, baby girl?” His hands find home on your waistline and pinch them slightly to get you to look up at him.

“It’s hard, Hee” You confess, eyes glazed from the alcohol and forming tears. It was pathetic how upset you got over Jaeyun and Yeoreum considering you were the reason they found each other. If you hadn't left it would be your mouth smothering him with kisses.

Heeseung’s hands soothe over your hips, applying pressure the closer he gets to your ass. “I know, angel. It’s so hard to see someone you love with someone else.”

His eyes are staring deep into yours as if he’s confessing something to you. 

What you don’t know is that back in school Heeseung was infatuated by you. The way you spoke, the way you laughed, the way you kissed. Whenever you kissed Jaeyun he would see how your tongue would move with his best friends and wish, no, pray that it was his just once.

He didn’t want forever, he just wanted once.

Once just so he could taste you. Heeseung knew you would always belong to his best friend, there was no doubt. Even back in the day he wouldn’t ever come between you. 

But it isn’t like those days anymore. You aren’t Jaeyun’s and Jaeyun isn’t yours. 

Obviously, he felt guilty for even conjuring up such an image of you and him but as you stare up, eyes glistening and hazed he can’t help but push the guilt to the back of his mind. 

“Angel, only look at me from now on, okay?” He shouts it loud enough for you to hear over the club music. 

Is it just you or have his lips gotten bigger over the last few years? 

“Something on my face, Y/N?” 

Oh. You’re staring at him. Yet you can’t stop. His smirk is spiraling you into a tizzy, his tongue poking just enough to lick his bottom lip. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking but you want to kiss him. Really badly want to kiss him.

Instead of responding, you lift your hands to his chest, splaying them over each of his pecks. He’s so toned under the t-shirt you can’t help but squeeze subtlety.

Bringing his lips down to your ear he whispers, “Want a distraction, baby girl?” 

God yes

Heeseung’s breath is hot in your ear and the wetness of his lips is just barely touching your lobe. It’s driving you crazy. But…Jaeyun.

“What abou-”

He cuts you short when his teeth nibble the shell of your ear before he speaks, “Shhh. Told you I would help you this week didn’t I?” You can feel his smile widen as his lips ghost down your neck.

Shutting your eyes you try to focus on your breathing. Is it wrong to indulge in this? Jaeyun is over there with his fiance kissing and touching her, so why do you feel guilty for wanting to do the same with Heeseung? 

Because it’s his best friend you say to yourself.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m sure if I touched your pretty cunt right now I’d feel how much you want me.” There’s a stir in your stomach as he utters the words into the base of your neck.

Honestly, until now your brain had been so wrapped up in overthinking you hadn’t noticed how wet you had gotten. Somehow from the moment he touched your hips, your pussy pulsed, wishing his hands and mouth were all over it. 

Heeseung’s head lifts and his eyes look into yours just like before, this time they’re filled with desire. He’s begging for the green light, the okay go, to prove his theory right.

And you give him it.

You allow him to touch you somewhere he has been dreaming about for years with a single nod. Sneakily, his hand reaches down and his middle finger runs over your soaked underwear. You bite your lip as he applies some added pressure to your clit. 

“I was right, baby girl.” His arrogance in this situation is only adding fuel to your fire, “You’re fucking soaking. Is it all for me?” 

You can’t look him in the eye out of sheer embarrassment because how did he get you so worked up like this so quickly? The only other person that has been able to do this is Jaeyun.

Leaning down so his lips hover over yours you can tell he’s holding back from kissing you despite his finger literally sitting atop your clit. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” It comes out breathy and needy. “For you.”

Heeseung closes his eyes. There is no going back if he kisses you right now and he knows it. “Tell me to kiss you.” His eyes don’t open but the way his hand massages your cunt you can tell he’s desperate, “Please, baby girl.” 

Instead of words, you reach up to kiss him and let go of all inhibitions. Your actions cause Heeseung’s hand to move away from your vagina and back to gripping your hips firmly.

He inhales deeply while he kisses you like he is trying to use all his senses. Tasting you, hearing you, touching you, he is taking you all in. The only thing he wasn’t doing was looking at you, his eyes shut from the pleasure but he knows how you look because every time you kissed Jaeyun he memorised every detail of your face.

Heeseung’s hands grabbed your ass and you moaned from your throat while his lips still attacked yours, the noise sounds like music to his ears and it just makes him more eager to keep going. The alcohol running through his veins pushes him to his next action.

“Jump.” He instructs and you obey, jumping so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Even the feeling of you like this was heaven to him. He genuinely wished he could have gotten to you first all those years ago but he’ll settle for right now. “You listen to me so well,” Heeseung whispers against your lips and that’s when he sees you’re too far gone with lust to even care what he’s saying. Your kisses get more needy as he carries you to the back of the club.

The on-lookers have faces of disgust as you practically dry hump Heeseung all the way to a dark area in the club but you don’t care, you don’t even notice because all you can focus on is the aching radiating from your core and how his mouth molds perfectly to yours.

“Fuck, angel, you don’t even give a shit if people watch, hmm?” He’s mocking you and all you can do is whimper and ask for more. 

Perching you up on a shallow shelf-like surface attached to the back wall you instantly spread your legs open and he slots himself in between, deepening the kiss. Heeseung’s 6” stature towers over you even when you’re sat on a high surface. He always loved how small you looked when you stood next to him.

His left hand is now lost in your hair making a mess of your once neat curls and his right was keeping you steady on the ledge. Pulling away he looks at your state, “You look so fucked out and I haven’t even started yet, baby girl.” Your skirt has turned into a belt due to it bunching up, leaving your whole bottom half exposed. Well almost. Your thin white panties are the only thing keeping you decent, and Heeseung needs them gone. 

Luckily, the club is so dark and no one can see your uncovered core as Heeseung yanks them down your legs and holds it in front of you with one finger. “I can keep these, yeah?” Before you can answer he’s shoving them in his pocket. In the morning you would be mad because they’re your favourite pair, but right now you couldn’t care less. 

Just like before his middle finger glides in between your folds collecting your juices but as fast as his digit was on you, it was off again, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on it. You can’t properly see his face but you can see how his eyes roll back, “I would eat your little pussy so good if it wasn’t so obvious what I was doing.” He didn’t mind people watching but if he could avoid it he would, and being on his knees with his face buried between your thighs would certainly draw attention. 

“Hee,” Your voice is a whisper but he just hears it and leans down, “Please make me forget.”

Ah. Jaeyun. He almost forgot that’s why you agreed to let him do this. To distract you from his best friend and your broken heart. Guilt and a little something else fill Heeseung’s heart but he quickly pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind when your hand is palming his cock. 

Throwing his head back exposes his adam’s apple and quick as lightening your mouth is on it, kissing it softly. “Jesus fuck, Y/N.” He huffs and his hands push you away, leaving you confused. “I need to touch you, baby girl, I gotta hear those sweet moans, or else I’ll go crazy.” Granted, he’s going to go crazy either way, whether it was from you touching him or him touching you, but he is aware he probably doesn’t have a lot of time and he can’t let this opportunity to make you cum slip from him. “Be good for me angel.” 

One single kiss on your forehead and then he’s giving you what you want. Two of his fingers are teasing your entrance, rubbing circles gently around it. “Can you take the two of them or want me to start with one?” Heeseung might have been clouded by desire but he also wants you to be comfortable, not pushing you too far. 

“I can take it.” You don’t care if you actually can’t, you just need to feel something.

“Of course you can, baby girl. You’re so good.” His words of affirmation are similar yet different to Jaeyun’s. He’s more firm with his words than your ex-lover, like he’s making you think you’re taking the lead but in actual fact, he’s always in charge. “Going to let me make you feel good? Forget about him?”  All you can do is nod and crane your neck up to kiss him but he pulls away and raises his eyebrows, “Not going to ask? After I’ve been so kind to ask you if I can touch you?”

All while he’s speaking down to you, his fingers are still teasing your entrance. He doesn’t stop, that is another difference between Jaeyun and him. When Jaeyun teased you he would stop altogether and have you mewling for him to go back to what he was doing. But Heeseung knows it pays to play the long game, give you a constant taste of what he could offer, and make you beg for something you were already getting. It got him off so much to know his partners needed not what he could give them, but what more he could do to satisfy them. 

“C-can I kiss you.” 

“Yes, you can, angel.” And then without a breath, you’re kissing him, his fingers keeping their circular motions at an agonising pace. “How hard was it to ask, hmm?” He smirks and you could slap him for being so hot and annoying all at once if you weren’t so desperate.

You go to speak but moan instead as he puts some pressure down below, “Huh? You want to ask for something else, angel?” He didn’t have time to be doing this but it was so fun to watch you like this. 

“Can you..” This is so embarrassing. When was the last time you asked for someone to finger you? “Can you fuck me…with your fingers?”

“Would be my pleasure, baby girl.” His middle and ring fingers slip inside you with a little effort, “Jesus, angel, how long has it been since someone fucked you?”

“4 months.” Not that you were counting but it was 4 months and 3 days. If you knew the time right now you could probably pinpoint the exact hours and minutes too. You were so busy with finals for Uni and work you didn’t have the time to indulge in your needs. That was probably why Heeseung was having such an effect on you.

Probably just because it was Heeseung in general.

He’s fucking you open, stretching you out so good you can’t help but grab his band t-shirt for more stability. “Hold my shoulders, it’ll be better.” It’s like you’re his lap dog the way you just follow all his instructions. You mumble an ‘okay’ and grip his shoulders tight. Once he feels you get more secure, he goes harder.

Almost like he is trying to feel every inch of your insides his fingertips pushing hard against your upper walls, just how you like it. As he feels your forehead resting against his chest he knows he’s got you. “You like it when I fuck you like this with my fingers?” and you nod, but that’s not what he’s looking for. His free hand grabs your jaw and forcefully lifts your head to look at him, “You know I need to hear you.” God, he is so hot. 

“I love it, Heeseung.” Your winded words make him smug. 

“You want to ask for anything else?” The grip on your jaw loosens and the back of his hand and fingers glide smoothly over your neck. Again here he is making it seem like you’re in control but you know exactly what he wants, “Anything at all?” 

You almost can’t get the words out because he’s curling his fingers deep inside you, “Ch-”

“I’m sorry, baby girl I didn’t catch that?” He’s so self-satisfied with himself that he's getting everything he ever wanted. 

“Choke me.” 

And just like that his strong hand is wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough. Heeseung knows the test the waters of your limits but honestly, you don’t have any, none that you know of anyway. 

Heeseung’s hands feel different from Jaeyun’s, stronger, just like his words. The tightness of his hand cutting off your airways makes your eyes roll back and spine arch. “So beautiful, angel.” 

The sweet words leaving his mouth don’t match up to his tight grip. Your head hits the wall sharply as he pushes you back but it only adds to the sensation of pleasure you’re feeling. 

“Hee, m’gonna cum.” It’s not so much a warning because you’re cumming around his fingers. His digits hammer into you, the muscle in his arm ripples as he gives you all he has. Heeseung wants you to remember this he’s going hard and cutting off your air. 

You’re such a beautiful sight.

“Doing so well for me, angel.” His pink glossy lips replace his hand on your throat as he kisses you where he knows there will be bruises. “So fucking beautiful.”

As your chest heaves and lungs gasp for air, you realise this is the first time you haven’t thought about Jaeyun. Mission accomplished, you suppose.

“Heeseung?” 

“Yeah, pretty?” His hand retreats from your pussy as he stands back up to loom over you again.

“Thank you.” Biting your lip you want to say more but you don’t exactly know what to say. 

His fingers tap your mouth, indicating for you to open it and you answer his silent command and open wide. The next thing you know he’s shoving his fingers into your mouth and you taste yourself. This is a new experience for you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it and hope it isn’t the last time you’re sucking your cum off someone’s fingers. And if it happened to be Heeseung again, you definitely wouldn’t say no. 

“Remember this whenever you think about him.” He starts staring deep into your eyes, “And if you ever need a refresher, you know what room I’m in.”

[gtgbabie0]

hi, i love ur writing ! could u do where leon compliments reader and reader is like "u dont have to say that, u know i am not beautiful" basically like reader being insecure, then leon comforts her and showering her with compliments. :) 💗

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Thank you for the request my lovely! Hope you enjoy! 💕💕

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You’re wrist deep in cookie dough, kneading it under your palms with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows as you let out little huffs, Sherry had a school bake sale and you were more than happy to help offering to bake her some cookies.

Leon always admired that about you, the way you were so kind and caring, you’ve helped him a lot through these past couple of months and he thinks you’re just perfect, inside and out.

He walks over to you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “Hey beautiful” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you roll the chocolate chip-covered cookie dough into balls.

He doesn’t miss the way you wince slightly at the nickname, how you seem to go in on yourself, you’ve been like this for weeks now, avoiding his touches, even at night you seem to sleep further away from him, he hates it.

“Hey, do you think two batches are enough? Or should I do another?” You ask trying to divert the conversation in a different direction, Leon notices the way your eyes seem to be fixed on the cookie dough, “I don’t remember how many children are in Sherry’s class”

He can see the concern that laces through your eyes, and he knows the worry goes far beyond Sherry’s school bake sale, there’s something much deeper in the way, something that makes you brush his love off.

“I think two batches are plenty, Sherry’s gonna be over the moon,” he says, noticing that you haven’t preheated the oven as he turns it to one-eighty degrees, “You wanna go grab some dinner after you’ve finished pretty girl?” He asks frowning at the way you wince.

There’s that look that flashes over your face again as if his words are venomous, and it breaks his heart, and he dreads to think about the horrible words you’re telling yourself.

He stands there for a moment, watching as you put the second batch of cookies in the oven thinking about how to approach this because, in all honesty, Leon doesn’t know how long he handled this distance you’ve wedged between the pair of you.

He waits until you set the timer, washing your hands and drying them off, until talking to you letting out a sigh as he prepares himself.

“Can we talk?” He asks, leaning against the countertops, his eyebrows pinched together when you don’t look at him.

“Sure, what is it?” You turn over to where he’s standing, arms crossed over his chest.

His hands go to rest against your hips, and he hates the way you seem to flinch from his touch as if his hands were poison against you, his chest tightens at the way you nibble on your bottom lip as you push away from him.

“What’s going on? Talk to me” he says, his tone soft and caring and it makes you want to burst into tears because the last thing Leon deserves is the way you’ve been treating him lately, constantly pushing him away every time he reaches out for you.

And you hate how much power your insecurities hold over you, hate how it’s now affecting your relationship, it kills you.

“Hey, don’t cry angel,” he says, noting the tears that fall down the curve of your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut, you felt so undeserving of such a sweet nickname.

You shake your head wiping your tears, “Don’t do that Leon” you cry, wrapping your arms around yourself, and he looks back at you with confusion.

“Do what?— y/n?” He asks, trying to understand why you were suddenly so upset, “Hey, beautiful tell me what’s going on?” His hands go to reach out for you but you’re quick to push them away.

“You don’t have to keep saying it, I’m not- I’m not beautiful or- or pretty, so just stop— please” and he swears he can feel his heart shatter, the remnants poking in his throat, and it’s hard to listen to your sobs.

He doesn’t know how to approach this, he’s terrified of making it worse but the way you hold yourself as pitiful sobs escape your lips breaks him in ways he never thought possible.

“Can— can I hold you?” He asks, relief washing over him as you nod whispering a small ‘okay’ and his arms wrap around you holding you close to him as he lets you cry into his shirt, his hand soothing your back.

“I’m sorry Leon, I’m just scared- I’m scared that you’ll look at me the way I do” you mumble and he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. It pains him to know that you look at yourself with anything other than kindness.

“Sweetheart, hey look at me,” he says, hands cupping either side of your tear-stained face.

“I love you- so much it’s scary, and I need you to know that okay? You mean the world to me” he promises, with such a loving look in his eyes and you can't find the heart to doubt his words.

"You're the most perfect person in the world, so beautiful inside and out, and god, you're so pretty, so so pretty, you- you leave me breathless" he smiles at the teary chuckle that leaves your lips.

You smile back at him, and you know there isn’t much he can say to erase your insecurities, it’s a deep-rooted problem you have to face alone, but the way he showers you with his love helps more than he’ll ever know.

“What can I do to make it better? Anything and I'll do it” he asks, you let out a breathy giggle and you almost convince yourself he’s not real, he can’t be.

You reach up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, and you slowly come to realise that, Leon really does love you and it was foolish to think otherwise, “There’s nothing really, just be patient, and don’t leave me” you murmur resting your head back against his shoulder, he hates that he can’t help you more.

“I’ll never leave you, ever” he promises, a gentle hand smoothing over your hair as he holds you against him.

“I’m sorry for being so awful to you, m’sorry for pushing you away,” you tell him with a slight wobble to your voice.

“You don’t need to apologise, you just gotta tell me what’s up, yeah? That’s what I’m here for” he tells you and you let out another wet, teary chuckle nodding your head and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

A minute passes by, as you both stand there holding each other before the timer goes off, and Leon pulls away as he takes out the cookies, and you can tell by the look in his eyes that’s he tempted to take one.

“Don’t even think about Leon, these are for Sherry’s bake sale” you remind him, as he still admires the delicious chocolate chip cookies.

“I’ll make another batch just for us” you wink, bumping your hip against his as he moves out of your way, and he smiles at the way you don't move away from his touch when his hand falls to your waist, you giggle at how he stands behind you watching intently as you put the cookies into little individual bags, fancy ribbon and all, and he can't help but think just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

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[heartss4val]

"COSMIC FEELINGS."

synopsis: you were supposed to go stargazing with percy, but you get carried away. pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader word count: 1.1k

"isn't this like, against the rules?"

it's an hour past curfew. an hour since percy showed up at your cabin with a picnic blanket under his arm and insisted you come with him. he wouldn't tell you where he was taking you; he just held out his hand for you to hold and urged you to trust him.

"not if we don't get caught." percy replies, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. "woulda brought you earlier, if it weren't for those harpies. you can't even imagine how many times i had to run for my life to avoid getting eaten."

you smile at his comment. a comfortable silence settles between you two as percy continues to lead you away from the chaotic camp and deep into the wilderness.

the night air is cool and refreshing, hitting your skin as the tranquil sounds of crickets chirping and owls hooting echo through the air, creating a serene and soothing ambiance that envelops you. you probably would've been lost in your thoughts forever if it weren't for percy coming to an abrupt stop.

"we're here." percy says, letting go of your hand to smooth out the blanket he brought.

looking around, you realize he's led you to a grassy area that offers you both an unobstructed sight of the stars. the crescent moon shines brightly over the camp, and the constellations are incredibly clear and vivid. you can't help but notice the andromeda constellation standing out in the center of the sky. fitting.

as you were lost in thought, percy's voice suddenly breaks through, prompting you to snap back to reality. "well, what are you waiting for?" he asks, his tone playful yet insistent. you realize that he's already settled himself on the blanket, waiting for you to join him.

you're about to respond when, without warning, he latches onto your hand and pulls you towards him, causing you to lose your balance and fall on top of his chest. a surprised yelp escapes your lips as you try to regain your composure, while percy chuckles warmly beneath you.

"was that really necessary?" you ask in faux annoyance, though you don't put up much of a fight that would match your "complaint."

percy, still grinning, replies, "don't blame me, i was getting impatient."

you sigh, melting into percy as he holds you flush against his chest. you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. being a demigod isn't easy; or particularly safe. moments like this are rare and precious. you savor the feeling of his warm embrace as he holds you close, cherishing every second of peace and relaxation that you can find together. despite the chaos and danger that often surrounds your lives, moments like this make it all worth it.

percy draws you in closer, kissing the top of your head, and intertwines his hand with yours as if it was made to be held by him and him only.

as his fingers delicately brush against your skin, percy's voice fills the air with a soft whisper, "you know i'd do anything for you, right?" percy all but muttered as his fingers ran down the side of your cheek, awaiting your response.

"where'd that come from?" you ask, slightly caught off guard by his words. not that you were complaining, though. percy only smiled at you in response, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"dunno. just wanted to remind you." he said, his tone gentle and reassuring. "in case you forgot." grinning down at you with a smile so bright it could light up the night sky.

"oh yeah, 'cause i'd totally forget with you reminding me only like 10 times a day." you respond, and percy only laughs a little.

the atmosphere was peaceful and quiet, but not in an awkward way. it was a pleasant silence. nevertheless, you still couldn't help but gaze at the dark-haired boy next to you, taking in his features. his cheeks were slightly rosy, indicative of the chilly weather, and the reflection of stars in his eyes was captivating. you could stare at him forever.

yeah, a sky full of stars and you were staring at his eyes.

percy seemed to take notice of your gaze and quietly remarked, "you're staring." a smile spread across his lips as he looked down at you.

"you caught me." you admitted, putting your hands up in mock defense.

"yeah, well you you made it pretty obvious."

you swatted his chest playfully, but his smile only grew wider. now that you were "caught", you didn't try to hide your gaze anymore. a faint smile curved up your lips as you tenderly ran your finger along the bridge of his nose, playfully booping the tip. he scrunched his face and snickered quietly in response to your movement.

a warmth spread through your heart that could only be caused by hearing the sound of percy's laughter. his laughter, so genuine and carefree, was, as cliché as it sounds, like music to your ears. you know all too well the struggles and hardships he has faced, so seeing him so happy in this moment was truly heartwarming. his face lit up with pure joy, features softened and relaxed. his laughter, whether loud and throaty at a joke someone made, or soft and sleepy like right now, was infectious and you found yourself smiling along with him. his arms tightened around you in a lazy but needy embrace, a desperate attempt to bring you even closer to his body. in this moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms.

"damn, thought we were supposed to be stargazing." you comment, taking a quick glance at the stars before turning back to percy.

"oh, who cares about stars when i have you? you're a better sight, anyway." he replies, followed by a soft yawn but a surprising amount of energy peppering the side of your face with little kisses.

"tell that to Astraeus." you remark, and percy only rolls his eyes in response, clearly more interested in showering you with affection.

you continue to lie there with percy, your legs intertwined as he kisses your forehead every few minutes. no words need to be exchanged; just being together is enough.

you're aware that you should go back to your designated cabins before the harpies catch you, but the peacefulness of the night, combined with percy's embrace, is too good to leave so soon. the chirping of crickets and other night animals fill the air while the moon and stars shine particularly bright with a radiance that surrounds you both.

suddenly, percy breaks the silence, "i love you." "to the moon and back?" "to the moon and back."

a/n

kinda got carried away with this one and forgot i was writing about stargazing.. had to change the synopsis so it would make sense, work smarter not harder 💪💪

also in no world should writing dialogue be this hard.

xx val

[vinaxxo]

17+ | I want you in my bed 🩶 (song by millionaires)

A/N: I live tomas. I laugh tomas. I love tomas. I wanna treat this beautiful man to dinner, and i want him to *********** my ***** and *************. This came out longer than expected, oops! LISTEN TO THE SONG. If you listened to it tell me in the comments!!

I think Tomas would really appreciate your help. Lucky for him, YOU ALL BOUT THAT!!! (you should be if you’re reading this)

CONTENT: nsfw, fem reader. we’re all pervs, next.

Tomas had the longest day. During training, recruits screwed up drills, causing Bi han to punish them all with even more taxing ones– to which he had to demonstrate and practice with the other ninjas ten times as hard.

While he was sparring with Kuai Liang, Tomas missed more than a few hits that would’ve been guaranteed had he been in top shape. Not that he isn’t now, but off days are inevitable, as nobody is perfect.

Tomas, frustrated, silently headed to the bathroom near his quarters, hoping to wash the day down the drain.

As the water ran down his toned back and arms, he let his head roll, completely forgetting about the plans he made with you to grab dinner at Madame Bo’s. The water soothed Tomas for a while before the frustration came clawing right back at him. He turned the water off soon after washing his body with a sigh.

After finishing your work for the day, you refresh yourself with a quick bath and fix up your appearance. You’d die before you let Tomas see you looking crazy, as if he hasn’t seen you beat up and disheveled after a fight. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to look good for him, he’s your biggest crush. Everything from the way he walks to talks has you leaping over the moon, and you wonder if he notices. You don’t think he has. Even if he’s teased you back before, you were never sure if he was flirting or not.

You checked your phone, which read 10. Tomas said he’d come by to get you, but it’s been at least thirty minutes after the time you both agreed on. You hope that he didn’t forget, but you open messages and send him a text. He’s been good at keeping up with newer technology with your help, cutely enough. You wait a little for a response, but nothing comes through.

Maybe Lin Kuei territory cell service isn’t the best? Shit.

Since you know where Tomas stays in the temple, you take it upon yourself to meet him at his quarters. He could be sleeping, which makes your steps unintentionally light as you approach his door. Dim light came from under the heavy wood, further fueling your curiosity.

The door made no noise as it was pushed aside, revealing Tomas on his bed. No shirt on, dick in hand, Tomas panted as he stroked himself, dying for any type of relief. It was beyond concerning that he didn’t notice you— he must’ve really been off his game. Not knowing what the fuck to do, you stand there and blush, feeling your heart beat in your head… and core.

“Damn it.” he huffed, letting go of his dick and running a hand through his hair. Tomas finally looked at you for a second before his eyes widened, face paling, and he immediately shoved a pillow into his lap. He wished his abilities would make him disappear without hesitation, but he was frozen.

He looked almost defeated. He was at a loss for words, but you weren’t that far off his wavelength. Tomas’ rosy blush from a moment ago returned, and he met your eyes again. His expression was bashful, but not as much as you’d expect from him.

“...How long have you been there?” he asked, clutching the pillow.

You respond quickly, not wanting silence to overcome you both again. “Not that long…” You feel bad for doing him like this, but really, this has got to be your biggest break. You can’t miss such an opportunity! (Fuck dinner when you can have Tomas instead.)

“I can help… if you want me to,” You offer with a sheepish smile, stepping into the room and letting the door slide closed behind you. Tomas looks you up and down with those silver eyes, and you can see his fist tighten its grip on the pillow, his knuckles going white. He studies you hard, weighing all the possibilities in his head. He’s tired and unsatisfied, but you could be the solution to that… He briefly wondered why he hadn't approached you before.

Though his mouth didn’t move, his eyes said everything for him. He wanted you to help. He needed you to help. He needed you. Taking his silence as a yes, you crawl onto the bed and put your hand on his, slowly moving that pesky pillow out of your way. He hissed at the chill of the air as his cock twitched, looking down at his lap before making eye contact with you again, this time with a lustful glint in his eye.

He placed his hands on the bed by his sides, lounging back slightly, watching you like a hawk. You reposition yourself and kneel, taking his dick into your hand and giving it a teasing stroke, to which Tomas’ breath hitched. Your body was thrumming with anticipation.

All you’ve ever wanted was to kneel before Tomas like this and show him how much you wanted him; he was so big, and feeling the weight of his cock made your underwear stickier than it already was. Tomas was sensitive because of his previous attempts to try cumming, so every touch you gave him made his cock twitch even more.

Without any warning, you went down on him with your drooling mouth, humming in delight when one of his surprisingly soft hands buried itself in your hair. He groaned, letting his brows become furrowed as he got used to the feeling around his cock. Your mouth was sucking him in so tight. It was like lava the way it made him feel like he was fucking melting.

“It’s so warm,” Tomas moaned and bit his lip, slightly moving his hips closer to your mouth. You gagged slightly, struggling to take him to the base in one go as your hands wandered to his thigh. Tomas felt his dick throb again as you lowered your head, and it was hard for him to not just manhandle you in that moment. He wanted nothing more than to push your head down further on his cock, but he decided to be gracious for your sake. He’d feel a little bad if your throat ended up being sore because of his greed. How sweet of him, right?

As you started to bob your head, lewd wet noises sounded through the room mixed with Tomas’ heavenly moans. They weren’t overly loud, but the edge to them added to the satisfaction you got from pleasing him. Your saliva and his precum made his dick glisten in the warm light as you hollowed out your mouth, earning you a grunt.

“Ugh..!” Tomas whined, gripping your hair tighter as he started feeling lightheaded. His hips were starting to involuntarily buck up into your mouth, which you welcomed with a moan of your own. He was starting to lose it, and bad. As his mind started to swirl with more and more filthy thoughts, he found it impossible to be gentlemanly any longer.

“I’m sorry—“ was all he murmured before he started moving your mouth up and down on his cock, releasing his loudest groan yet. It felt too good, the stress he felt from earlier dissipated completely as his mind turned numb from the way you gave him head. He never knew how much he’d been missing out on until this moment. Your beautiful face choking on his cock, sticky fluids coating your lips, your eyes glossy and glittering, he couldn’t have asked for a better sight.

You eagerly returned his greed with your own, choking briefly and breathing through your nose before swirling your tongue where you could while sucking on his dick harder than before. Tomas’ head and eyes rolled back as he swore in what you presumed to be czech. He looked so sexy like this, your fantasies could never compare to the real thing. You were getting wetter by the second. Tomas tried to keep his voice down, not wanting his brothers or any passerby to suspect anything, but it was hard. Really hard.

Before he knew it, your scalp was being tugged on enough to make you feel a burn— Tomas was signaling that he was close without saying a word. His pants grew a little faster as his thigh muscles clenched under your hands, and his eyes were lidded as they looked down at you.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum—” Tomas grunted, trying to pull your head off. How unclean would he be if he let himself release into your mouth? He only ever imagined it in his own fantasies, but he was under the impression that you wouldn’t like his cum in your throat. That’s why he was surprised by your resistance as you kept your pretty lips suctioned around the head of his dick. His expression was confused for a moment before it melted back into pleasure as his high came over him like a tidal wave.

He came in your mouth with a another grunt, the huge load leaking from your lips. You took in a breath after pulling off, the sticky strings connecting your tongue to his cock still keeping you both together in a way. Tomas put a hand in his hair and eyed you down, partly speechless.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” He asked, cracking his cute, classic smile. He was trying not to look at your lips that were still connected to his tip with the white strings of his cum— he’d be damned if he got hard in front of your face.

You licked your lips and playfully squeezed his thighs, silently admiring the solid muscle they carried.

“Just now.”

Tomas’ brow raised. You really never gave any head before? That was the best thing he’s ever felt. You ruined his hand for him. He then noticed the way you observed him with your eyes, the way you pawed at him, the way your thighs were squeezed together… fuck. His dick stood right back up against his will, which was the queue you were waiting for.

“I’m assuming you can help me with this too?” Tomas asked, letting himself pull you into his lap. He looked up at you curiously, allowing his hands to rub your lower back and trace the skin there. He sent shivers down your spine, made you weak in the knees— you couldn’t believe this was happening right now.

“Yeah… I can help.” You manage to say meekly, suddenly feeling shy under Tomas’ gaze. The way he looked at you never failed to make you feel like jelly, helpless to his effortless charm. He allowed his back to rest against the pillows, giving you the chance to do what you want. His hands, however, never left your body.

Eagerly but nervously, you pull your pants off and discard them, revealing dark gray lace. You forgot you had that pair on, immediately feeling heat rush to your ears. Tomas was never supposed to see your panties tonight, even if you did wear them because you were planning to have dinner with him.

Tomas tore his eyes off your underwear to smirk up at you, even being bold enough to snap the hem of them against your hip.

“Did you wear these for me?” He chuckled, bringing your hips down so you sat in his lap once more. When he pulled you down, your hands automatically planted themselves on his chest. It was soft, yet firm, you realized. A perfect match.

“My color looks good on you. Would you be mad if I told you I wanted to see you in these again?” Tomas peered at you with a mischievous smile, insinuating that he wanted to do stuff like this again with you in the future.

Susceptible to his mere existence, you nodded your head, letting him guide your clit to his cock. You started to grind against him, the wet spot on your underwear growing at a rapid pace. Tomas bit his lip and helped you, the delicious friction of fabric making his cock leak like crazy. As your low moans rang in his ears, he felt something inside of him snap. He needed to hear more.

Tomas pulled your panties aside and slid his middle finger up your cunt, surprised at how easy it went in. “You’re so wet,” he commented incredulously, looking at you for answers as he was able to slide in another thick finger. You whimpered above him, grinding yourself down on his fingers as all your inhibitions melted away.

“I wanted you so bad…” you mumbled, pussy clamping down on whatever he gave you. It was something, but it wasn’t enough. You really couldn’t wait any longer, the need to beg for more bubbled in your throat. Tomas blushed a little at your confession, feeling the heat rise in his stomach. His dick was aching to be touched again.

“Just let me on it already, Tomas, please,” you sniveled, already pulling his hand from your cunt and holding his dick. He didn’t object as your sopping pussy lowered onto his cock, swallowing it into your warmth. Tomas swore in czech again, this time a short string of different words, grabbing your ass with both hands on either side.

“Ngh, so tigh—“ cutting him off with a kiss as you easily let him bottom out, you both moan against each other’s lips. He gropes at the soft skin of your ass as you run your hands over his chest, letting your tongue play with his while your hips start to move back and forth in his lap.

This sensation made him bite your lip, enjoying the small sound you make when he does. He could feel his cock twitch between your velvety walls, ugh, he could never go back to his pathetic hand after this. Not after he’s had a taste of heaven.

When you reposition your legs at Tomas’ sides to get a more stable position, you feel him easily lift you up just to pull you right back down on his cock. It pulled two loud moans from you both as you got drunk off each other. Tomas felt his greed take the reins again as he helped you to start bouncing on his big dick— you were really starting to feel the stretch now. He was thick, and even with how wet you were, the strain on your pussy made you shake.

Sparing you the work like the sweetheart he is, he helped you ride him at a faster pace, causing you both to make more noise adding to the sounds of your sloppy cunt gushing around his dick. It felt unbelievably amazing, the way he massaged your walls and repeatedly rammed into your weak spot.

You weighed nothing to Tomas, so moving your body up and down quickly like a doll came easy. He watched your face as he dug his nails into your hips, memorizing every expression of ecstasy you made.

If nobody in the temple heard you both before, they sure did now. Tomas fucked up your insides like there was no tomorrow and you couldn’t escape him if you tried— not that you ever wanted to. You tried kissing him again only to be get open mouthed messy ones, your tongues being the only thing that could keep you both close together. Tomas groaned against your lips when you put your hands in his hair, your tits pushing up against his pecs as you did so.

Tomas never wanted to leave this moment. You got him addicted to this feeling, there’s no way he’d ever turn back. His cock was being squeezed and fucked so well, he felt his orgasm creeping up on him earlier than he expected. Oh well, that's what more rounds are for, right?

“T-Tomas, I’m g-gonna cum!” you whined, squealing when he started to slam you down on his dick even faster. He was kissing your cervix at this point, he’ll probably leave it bruised! As you babbled to him about your impending orgasm, Tomas nipped and kissed your neck after he sat up, his cock starting to twitch once again deep inside your pussy.

“L-Let’s cum together, just cum with me,” Tomas said breathlessly, rolling his hips up into you. You saw stars, Tomas’ voice commanding you with ease. As soon as your core clenched tightly and spasmed around his cock, he came, spurting his thick, hot cum up into your cunt.

He groaned loudly and panted again afterwards, the spasms of your pussy milking him dry as his release oozed down his cock from your entrance. You shook and whined in his ear, struggling to control how your body trembled in Tomas’ arms. He held you closer to him and stole your incoming thoughts away with a sensual kiss.

Not even a second after said kiss, you felt Tomas’ cock harden again inside you, and he gave you a wry smile. He wasn’t done, as he had so much pent up energy from even before today. You were in for a long night. Not that you minded, you always wanted to provide for Tomas, because you’re madly in love with him— and now you know he’s madly in love with you.

© vinaxxo 2024. Do not use my works for ai, or reposting to different platforms.

[shirefantasies]

LoTR Characters' Favorite Body Part of Yours

This sounds dirtier than it is, I swear 😂

Aragorn

He shows much love to your hips as moons pass over your relationship. Securely holding them as he protects you, running a hand over the curve of them as you lie side by side. They are truly beautiful to him as well as being a place of natural connection; he adores when you pull him closer by the beat loops, colliding as you do into affection.

Legolas

Very specific, but he loves your cheekbones, the curves that outline your face whether they are sharp or soft. Perfect are they to trace along with kisses, the precious companions beneath your beautiful eyes. Legolas also loves to caress them with the back of his hand, silently admiring your beauty as he takes in every inch of your face. He needs not speak a word, his fond touch speaks volumes.

Boromir

Boromir loves your shoulders. He loves sneaking up behind you and placing kisses there or else just holding you by the shoulders to gain access to your neck or cheek. If you have long hair, the feeling of sweeping it off your shoulder is very romantic to him, especially if he can tuck it behind your ear to reveal your face, too. If you expose the skin of your upper back, it is certain you will soon find Boromir watching the ripple of your shoulder muscles as you move. When your activity is particularly strenuous you can expect him to offer a massage as well!

Gimli

Does your hair count as a body part? Because of course Gimli loves your hair! If it’s long, he’s going to be obsessed with braiding it, the feel of it flowing between his fingers and all the ways he can form it. He’s the best partner to someone with high-maintenance hair or a long care routine because he legitimately wants to learn the whole thing and take care of it for you, even if it means learning a lot. If you prefer to keep yours short, he may ask why and tease you a bit, but it also allows him more access to your beautiful face to grab for kisses and he can’t argue with that!

Frodo

Your eyes are his favorite by far. Windows to the soul as they say, your eyes betray the sincerity Frodo is always searching for and can consistently find there. He loves watching your lashes flutter as you read or look upon new sights with confusion, curiosity, whatever it be. The feeling of those lashes fluttering against his cheek as you nuzzle against him is enough to bring a smile to his face and a blush to his face. Eye contact is a must with Frodo as much as possible- it just feels so intimate and powerful to him in a way he hopes to be able to articulate with words.

Sam

Honestly? Your entire face! Sam’s pure love radiates at nearly every expression, whether he sees the light of joy illuminating your smile or the heartbreaking sight of pain he’ll do anything to cure. Being able to read your emotions is vital to empathetic Sam- his greatest desire is to know what you need from a single glance and be there with it as soon as he can! One of his favorite things to do it hold you gently, hands caressing your cheeks, and peer into your eyes before guiding you into a kiss.

Merry

There’s no good way to sugarcoat this- Merry’s an ass man hobbit. He can’t help stealing glances when he is granted the opportunity to admire the shape of it. Absolutely he is the type to give it a playful squeeze every now and again as he pulls you in for a kiss, too! No matter how you feel about it, no matter what shape you are in, he loves it and, if you are comfortable, that is, will pay you compliments about it when your attire is especially flattering.

Pippin

Trite as it may sound, Pippin loves your lips. He truly could kiss them all day if you let him, the incomprehensible joy he gets every time washing over his heart. Of course he also loves the sight of your lips curving into a smile when he gets a laugh out of you, the sly way they tease upward when you’ve formulated a particularly ridiculous pun. His habit is pulling you in to deepen almost any kiss you give him; you may have just leaned in for a peck, but you’ll get much more than you bargained for!

Faramir

Beloved are your hands to Faramir; his security, his gentle hold upon you and grounding connection. A squeeze to your hand is the perfect little reminder in his mind that he is here for you, present and at the ready to comfort you. The feeling of your intertwined fingers during the most intimate of moments is pure bliss to him, so much so that it never really comes as a surprise when you feel him reach for you.

Eomer

He loves your legs, the sight of them as you throw them over your saddle when the two of you take a sunlit ride, the peeps of skin he is granted when you tug up your garments to wade in the stream. The carefree way you lay them across his lap in your alone time, reading to him or singing together or just enjoying each other’s company by the fire. If you grant him leave to massage the stress from them, the feeling of muscle relaxing beneath his hands.

Haldir

There’s something infinitely alluring about your collarbones, the little nooks and hollows therein. Haldir can hardly keep his eyes off them, barely restrain himself from tracing them with his gaze whenever you dress in a way that exposes them. When your company is naught but the moonlight, it is a gift from above to ravish them with his lips, his gaze drifting back up to meet your eyes with a smile of deep satisfaction as he does so.

Eowyn

Eowyn loves your arms. The strength of them betrayed by the motions of muscles, the way they hold her, the unbreakable security of them. It's a bit of a habit of hers to run her hand up and down your arm as you stand side by side, sending little shivers of warmth along the skin. She also adores intertwining them as you walk, the both of you serving as each other's anchor to the earth's gifts of comfort. If you're able to lift her, give her a surprise by pulling her up when she holds your bicep!

Arwen

Your thighs, definitely. Some of Arwen’s favorite moments are spent laying with her head resting gently upon your lap, the plush of your thighs the perfect pillow. No matter the size she just loves them. When your kisses overflow with passion, it really sends her over the edge when you wrap your legs around her; her hands almost instantly go to your thighs.

[richiekirschs]

thinking about touch starved eddie rn…

• this boy is so inexperienced

• he acts cocky but when it comes down to it he’s beet red if you’re within two feet of him

• “eddie, are you okay?” “yeah no i’m fine don’t worry”

• you putting your hands on his face???? especially when y’all kiss?????? he’s gonna be thinking about that all week

• pda made him a little bit uncomfortable at first but once he got used to the feelings of you he was fine

• if your legs press together while you’re sitting next to each other he gets all fidgety and he can’t focus on anything else

• play with his hair and he is GONE

• the first time y’all kissed his knees gave out

• one time you were helping him with homework, and he was sitting down while you stood behind him, leaning over his shoulder. all he could think about was the scent of your perfume, your soft voice, your arm pressed against his as he wrote on the paper

• you comparing your hands to his has him stuttering

• you touching his hair for any reason even if it’s just to pull out a piece of lint has him looking at you like you hung the moon

• you were checking his forehead one time to see if he had a fever and even though you were just trying to make sure he didn’t need to go to the hospital he was blushing

• the first time y’all cuddled he didn’t know what to do with his hands because he’s never hung out with a girl let alone had one in his bed

• your leg tossed over his hips and the rest of you being curled into his side were really distracting him from any coherent thoughts

• “eddie you can touch me it’s okay”

• when he still doesn’t do anything you take his hands and put one on your hip so his arm is wrapped around you and you put the other on the thigh that’s tossed over him

• he’s beet red and you can hear his heart racing but you know he’ll get embarrassed if you say anything so you just focus back on the movie

• if y’all are cuddling and you start absentmindedly running your fingers along the waistband of his pants or along his stomach underneath his shirt he genuinely thinks he might go into cardiac arrest

• one time y’all showered together and you offered to wash his hair

• i fully believe he’s like 6’4 so you had to reach up a little and have him lean his head back but he was literally ascending

• when y’all cuddle and he’s curled into you you start absentmindedly tracing his tattoos

• the combination of you touching his hair then running your fingers along his spine has him out cold for the rest of the night

[iliketangerines]

Lord Raiden with a significant other who’s also a god- let’s say maybe she’s the god of light or something idk- ((able to manipulate light and make things from it)) or maybe goddess of the moon. Maybe she and Raiden have known eachother for a while and act like an old married couple but they aren’t official till one day when Raiden goes to find her because she’s been quiet and hasn’t been showing up to the sky temple to talk to him- turns out she’s got her period and he offers to take care of her?? ((Maybe some starting fluff, smut, then ending fluff))

for my god

a/n: why can't lord raiden be real and destroy me

pairing: lord raiden x afab!god!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), period sex, pussy eating, fingering, creampies

Raiden sits in the dining room, waiting for you to show up so that you can have your regular morning tea, and he watches the steam waft into the air as he waits

usually, you never take this long to show up, and Raiden is growing antsy as he looks around the dining hall to catch a wisp of your flowing dress

usually you would’ve made an entrance with the sun, lighting up the room with the soft glow of your dress and your skin, and you would sit with Raiden and discuss the latest improvements in your combatant’s training

perhaps you two would bicker on the differences in how you train your fighters, but in the end, Raiden would always help you out of your seat and walk with you to the training pits to greet your fighters and observe their progress

the tea has gone cold, and you are not here yet

you never miss tea time

Raiden stands from his seat and puts away the tray to go and find you, and he walks quickly to your room to try, weaving through the winding halls and listening to his own hurried footsteps

finally, he’s in front of your room, and he hesitates for a moment, wondering if he was going to bother you, or if you were there at all

perhaps you had missed tea time for a valid reason, and all Raiden was doing was bothering you

Raiden shakes the thoughts away and knocks briskly on your door, awaiting your response

he hears some shuffling from behind the door and a pained grunt, making him furrow his eyebrows in concern, and you slide open the door

you look disheveled, as if you fought off an elder god and barely survived, and you’re nowhere near the usual levels of elegance Raiden was accustomed to seeing you in

you ask him in a hoarse voice if Raiden is okay and if he needed anything, and he just tells you that you had missed having tea with him and he just wanted to check on you

you give him a small smile before grimacing and clutching onto your stomach and saying you appreciate the thought, but you just want to go back to bed and ride out your period until the cramps stop

Raiden pauses after he hears you have your period, and tells you he will be back to help you

he disappears in a flash of lightning to appear in the kitchen, and he gathers a few materials: a hot water bottom, some hearty snacks, and of course, your favorite tea

he walks back to your room in a hurry but still makes sure nothing spills and knocks on your door again

this time you seem a bit more presentable, hair combed and face washed of sleep, but you still look more exhausted than ever

Raiden holds up the tray, and you smile at him and welcome him into your room

it’s exactly as Raiden had imagined it, full of light and warmth and many many plants that seen to be drawn to you and your soft light that you emanate

he finds himself drawn in as well as you sit back down on your bed and draw the covers over your body, and he hands you over the tray

you sigh in relief as you let the hot water bottle relax the tension in your stomach, and you snack on the food as Raiden tells you the updates on his combatants

you hum in response, but Raiden still spots how you grimace and purse your lips even with the hot water bottle pressed against you

Raiden clears his throat as he thinks of an idea, and he says to you slowly, as if he’ll scare you off, that he knows a way to help with the cramps

you quirk your eyebrows at him and give him a bemused smile as you ask what the solution could possibly be for your cramps

Raiden feels himself warm underneath his cowl, but he he answers that he could…make love to you to help ease the cramps

you snort, nearly spilling over your tea, and Raiden immediately wants to leave

but he stays and watches as your giggles dissolve into a pained groan as you clutch at your stomach and knock the tea and snacks onto the floor

Raiden hurriedly grabs onto your arm, trying to support you, and you clutch onto his uniform tightly as you tell him you’ll do anything to get the cramps to go away

he thinks he could melt from the heat as he hears you agree to his proposition, and he pulls the covers off your legs and kneels in between them

you lightly flushed, lighting up the room a little brighter as he picks up one of your legs into his large hand kisses your ankle

he pulls off your shorts and panties slowly, admiring how you squirm in the bed as you await his further actions, and he can’t help but salivate at the sight of your wet pussy

Raiden settles onto his stomach, arms going underneath and wrapping around your thighs as he brings your cunt close to his face

he can smell iron and see how the blood drips out of your pussy and stains the sheets

but he can’t really care, and he leaves a long lick up your folds, collecting the taste of your wetness and your blood on his tongue

he moans at the taste, and you lean back, one hand covering your eyes as you glow in embarrassment

Raiden doesn’t care, already drunk on your taste, as he dives in, tongue fucking eagerly into your wet pussy as his nose digs into your sensitive clit

you whine and arch your back off the bed as his nose grinds perfectly into your puffy clit and his tongue fucks into you ruthlessly, tasting the deepest parts of you

he hums into your cunt, obsessed with the way you taste, and he digs his fingers into you, leaving small bruises as his hips grind down onto the bed

you taste better than the could have imagined, even with the blood, and he loves how you’re so comfortable with him being down here like this, letting him taste you in your most vulnerable state

your back arches off the bed as you cum in his mouth, much too oversensitive from being on your period, and Raiden moans in delight at your sensitivity and reactivity to just being fucked on his tongue

he thrusts his thick tongue into you deeper, needing to drink in every bit of your release, and it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever had

it’s better than the amber honey and the steeped tea in the morning, and he lets it be known to you as he moans into your pussy

your hand knocks off his hat and pulls down his cowl as your fingers clutch into his white hair and tug at it as he keeps lapping at your pussy

the oversensitivity is starting to take over, and your hips buck and jerk as Raiden keeps fucking you on his tongue, one of his hands coming off your legs to slide a thick finger into your needy cunt

you whine at the stretch, and Raiden soothes you, leaving a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh before latching his mouth onto your clit

you keen and pull at his hair as he sucks on the sensitive nub, moaning and humming into it as he desperately tries to work you to an orgasm

he adds another finger inside of you, stretching you out for his thick cock, and he curls his fingers directly into your sweet spot, making you moan and cum on his fingers

he fucks you through your orgasm, humming and flicking your clit with his tongue as he watches how you dissolve in his arms and emit a soft glow

you pant out into the air and look down at him as Raiden slips his fingers out of you, coated in red, and he watches you as he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks off the blood

his lower face is covered in your blood and release, but you don’t care as you drag him up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue as he groans into your mouth

his clothes cock grinds into your bare cunt, staining his white uniform with your blood rather than with his enemies, but Raiden thinks he prefers it like that

he continues to grind into you, kissing you so sweetly and relishing in the taste of your mouth and how you glow underneath his fingertips

electricity crackles at his fingertips enough for you to feel the shocks but not enough to hurt you

but you whine into his mouth and dig your fingernails into his clothes back, asking for more, that you need more, that it still hurts

Raiden kisses your neck and hums before pulling away to undress himself quickly, eager to please you and finally make love to you as he’s wanted to do for centuries

you gape at his figure, blushing at you realize just large Raiden is, and your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight of his heavy cock slapping against his stomach

he crawls back up to you, picking your legs up to wrap around his hips, and he leans down to kiss you again as he rubs his cock between your soaked folds

you pant into the air as Raiden moves down to your neck and kisses hickeys into your skin, and you have never looked so beautiful in his eyes

disheveled just for him, eyes filled with light and warmth as though he was the one who shone as bright as the sun and filled the world with life

he can’t help himself and kisses you again as he lines his cock up with you and slowly slides in

you cry out into his mouth, nails scratching lines into his back as your hips jerk and twitch and tears well in your eyes

Raiden whispers out soft apologizes, groaning quietly as he bottoms out in you

he’s desperate to move, you’re so soft and warm around him

your whines and little pants do little to ease the tension, and Raiden squeezes his eyes shut to focus on not cumming immediately inside your pussy

finally, you tell him to move in a quiet move, and Raiden gives slow and shallow experimental thrusts, listening to you whimper and moan at the feeling

you beg him to go faster, to make love to you, to fuck into you until you forget the world around you, and it’s all Raiden needs to start fucking into you

the filthy sound of his hips slapping together fill the room along with your whines and Raiden’s low moans

his pelvis bumps into your sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure down your spine, and Raiden moans as your pussy clenches down on him

he grunts as he quickens his pace, needy to make you cum, and you bring one of your hands up to cup his neck and kiss him

you moan in his mouth as your cunt clamps down on his thick cock and cums around his length, and Raiden groans as he chases his own high, hips stuttering as he nears his own edge

eventually, he goes over, diving into the waves of pleasure as he cums deep inside of you, his seed spilling out from you as he buried himself deep inside

he gives you shallow thrusts as he cums, and you cry out into his mouth at the overstimulation

but you take it, and Raiden pulls away to find your eyes all teary and glossy, drunk from the pleasure he had given you

he looks down at where you two are still joined and finds a mess of blood staining the sheets and his skin, but he doesn’t care, not when you’re so soft and bright underneath him

he rests some of his weight on top of yours, and you welcome the weight enjoying in how he makes you feel grounded and secure to the earth

he cups your cheek, thumb tracing circles into the skin, as he admires how you look so pretty and beautiful in the afterglow of an orgasm

you smile up at him and ask why he’s smiling so much, it’s weird

he scoffs and says nothing, but he still has on that soft grin as he keeps his gaze on you

he cuddles into your warmth, humming into your skin as the both of you doze off to sleep, basking in the embrace of your love and light

Kung Lao and Liu Kang stare at your empty spots in the training field, and they give each other a look as Kung Lao grumbles and shells over his hat

Liu Kang walks away with a triumphant bet, having winning his bet that you two would get together soon

[mint-yooxgi]

I did not see your drabbles being closed again, so may I please make a request? You can pick whoever you want (do not follow kpop, just love you) with a soft yandere and slight dollification? Like a dude doing the little things while watching you with the most enamored, dopey expression. Ex: brushing/drying your hair while you do your skincare, making sure the blankets are around you even when he's only half awake to roll over, head in his hands listening with rapt attention to celebrity gossip you read. Disregard this or change whatever you want. Please and thank you!!

"You're doing it again..." You sigh, chuckling lightly as you shake your head.

"Doing what?" Soobin hums, his head resting in his hand as he watches you. His eyes shine with nothing but tender love and affection, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in the corners in amusement.

"Staring at me like that." A small warmth begins to bloom on your cheeks as you avert your gaze to the side.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "I just enjoy hearing what you have to say."

"Sometimes I swear you're more content with staring at me than listening to me ramble on about Jongyeon's new haircut, or how this next comeback really fits Jihyo's style."

"I could listen to you speak all day," Soobin replies honestly, sitting up fully as he smiles so gently at you.

"Were you even listening, though?" You question, testing him.

"Misamo's comeback was styled nicely, but you felt the song was lacking a key component. It fell flat for you. However, while you enjoyed Jihyo's solo debut, again, it felt like she was being limited as an artist." He sits perfectly straight as he replies, intertwining his fingers together as if he were responding to an inquiry in a formal interview. "You're also revelling in all the nods to other groups in Stray Kid's new music video."

Both your eyebrows raise in shock, surprise he had even been listening at all.

"Though, I prefer when you're not fawning over Felix's blue hair and deep voice, I appreciate your admiration." Soobin tilts his head slightly as he says this, a grimace resting on his features. Then, a large grin is taking over. "Makes me think you talk about me in the same ways when I'm not around."

His words make you splutter, cheeks flaring with heat. "I don't!"

"Mmhmm," his eyes shine with clear amusement as he stands. "Come on, let's get ready for bed."

Offering his hand out to you, Soobin nearly shudders pleasantly as he feels your skin grace his own. Every touch is like a personal paradise for him, and he is grateful every time you grace him with your voice, your touch, and your thoughts. Simply, he revels in you.

Carefully, he leads you upstairs and to the bedroom, running a bath for the both of you. He helps you into the tub, slipping in behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. Not even a moment later, he begins washing you gently.

"You know I can do this myself, Soob," you mumble, relaxing further into his touch.

"I know," comes his gentle reply. "I just enjoy taking care of My Baby."

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and all too soon, he's helping you towel off as the water drains from the tub.

Hushed whispers, and quiet words are exchanged between the both of you as you prepare for bed. Like usual, Soobin pulls back the covers for you, making sure you're tucked in before sliding in on your opposite side.

Every night, you turn to face each other, and every night, he never fails to trace your features gently with the tips of his fingers. Tonight is no exception.

The silence around you both seems to swell beneath his tender gaze, and you end up fidgeting beneath the covers. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Soobin repeats his words from earlier, his hand resting on your cheek, cradling your face in his one hand.

"Staring at me like I'm worth more than the sun, moon, and all the stars." You mumble, turning to hide your face slightly in the pillow to hide your bashfulness.

"That's because, to me," he hums softly, his thumb tracing over your skin, "you are."

[curiositydooropened]

Power's Out

My hand slipped this morning. This is for @sweetsweetjellybean because her power's out and she deserves it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Wordcount: 1442

Warnings: making out, Eddie Munson is a cock-block

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Third day of Spring and you were wrapped under a comforter and three quilts. Your feet were shoved into wool socks and tucked under you for warmth. Your poor fingers only escaped the blankets to earn you a sip of water or to turn the page on the steamy novel you’d been reading.

Luckily Snowmageddon provided ample lighting when your windows were open, sun cascading in rays off the snow.

You snuggled in tighter, brow furrowed at the main character bickering with her love interest, when you were startled by a knock at the front door.

You glanced down at the tangle you’d trapped yourself in, and then back up at the door when the wrap of knuckles grew more frantic.

“Alright,” you heaved yourself from the couch. “I’m coming.”

You slouched to the door, wearing the comforter like monk’s robes. Peering through the peephole, you found a set of broad shoulders and a mess of dark hair.

The door opened with a burst of frigid air, and Steve grinned, holding up a to- go box. His legs bounced from the cold, canvas tennis shoes dipped dark wet from the snow. “Pizza delivery.”

You stepped aside to let him in, a familiar grumble matching the flip in your stomach when you saw who had arrived.

The pizza smelled amazing, and most importantly warm.

“Power’s on about two miles from here.” Steve explained, stripping out of his shoes and jacket before carrying your lunch to the kitchen to serve on plates.

“Lucky bastards.” You grumbled, peeling a cheesy slice from the grease- stained box before he had a chance to dirty another plate. He offered you one and you waved it away, taking a large moan-inducing bite.

Steve tucked his head, and you noticed the reddening of his ears as a smile split his features. “That good, huh?”

“So fucking good,” you nodded, mouth full.

His smile was shy, sweet, and he leaned against the counter across from you, ankles crossed. “I’m glad.”

He looked tall like this, in your kitchen, long limbed. His hands dwarfed the pizza slice as he careful dipped his head forward for a bite. You hadn’t remembered him looking so... big the last time he was here.

Well, that’s a lie.

You felt your face warm, tucking into another bite, forcing your eyes away from his hands and the curve of his throat as he swallowed.

The last time he’d been here, you’d had power, though you hadn’t used it. Stumbling in from a St. Paddy’s celebration, with matching top hats and shamrocks painted over your tits on your T-shirt. Steve nearly tripped backing over your couch, and you crawled on top of him to pull a Kelly green sweater over his head. He tasted of whisky and beef, and he moaned into your mouth as his large hands palmed beneath shamrocks and tangled themselves into your hair.

You coughed to clear your throat, too big of a bite taking up space in your cheek like a chipmunk.

“Cups?” Steve gestured at a cupboard near the sink.

You nodded, mopped grease from the corner of your mouth and wiped crumbs on the leg of your pajama pants.

You blinked and glanced down at your attire. You were an adult woman, and why you owned a pair of pajama pants with cows jumping over the moon, you’d never know. But you made a mental note to burn them after this. At least your hoodie qualified your alma mater.

Steve filled two glasses from the sink and offered you one before taking a large gulp from his own.

Without the buzz from the refrigerator, the house was painfully silent. So much so that your ears began to ring as you sipped your water and washed down the rest of your slice.

Steve set his glass on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. His ankles uncrossed so he could slide a socked foot to yours. “So other than a power outage, how’ve you been?”

“Good, yeah, good.” You stammered, but your face reflected the smile growing on his.

“Good.”

He’d rested closer to you, just a step away, and if you were brave enough, you’d cross the little linoleum tile and curl your hand around his tricep.

You cleared your throat again, smiled. “How about you?”

He grinned at that, uncrossed his arms. They were longer than yours, and he was brave enough to loop gentle fingers around your wrists. “I’ve been really good.” His thumbs brushed circles into your forearms, and he tugged you ever- so-closer.

“That’s good,” you replied, a little breathless.

He hummed, face tilting to just meet yours. His amber eyes begged for permission, and one large hand came to meet your throat. His thumb continued its ministrations on your job. “I’m even better now.”

You hummed in agreement, falling into the warmth of him, sturdy and propped against the counter. The comforter fell from your shoulders, and a shiver wracked through you at the whoosh of cold air it offered.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all week.” He confessed, thumb and forefinger idling at the earring in your ear lobe.

You leaned into his touch, fingers grasping at the forest green sweater covering a broad chest. “So kiss me then.”

His lips were softer than you remembered, the frantic removal of clothing the weekend before only allowed room for teeth and tongues and moans. Now was less frantic, sweeter, the press of his mouth to yours as one hand tucked around your waist to hold you even closer. God, he was blissfully warm.

When he pulled away, you found yourself not wanting it to end, and you chased his lips until his muffled moan entered your mouth. Then, you were like jelly, pliable under his fingertips.

A sturdy hand tangled into the hair at the base of your neck, and he opened your mouth with his tongue. His other hand pressed you tighter between his thighs, against the bulge in his jeans.

“This okay?” He breathed, but you caught his lips again in your response. You trailed one hand down his chest to meet the tent of his pants.

He moaned louder into your mouth, tugging at your hair to expose your throat to him. He curled over you, pressing sweet, damp kisses to your pulse points, fist balling around the fabric of your hoodie.

Your free hand found his hair.

“We should slow down,” Steve’s voice was strained, rough against your sternum, but he made no move to stop. “Want to take you on a date.”

“You can after.”

You gasped as he adjusted, wedging his thigh between your legs and rolling your hips against the rough denim. You murmured his name and coaxed his mouth back to yours.

Warm hands found bare skin beneath your sweatshirt. They fanned the expanse of your back and rib cage, held you tight, safe.

He kissed you slow and sweet, like he had, releasing your lower lip with a pop to stare down at you. He was smiling, pupils blown. His hair stuck up at odd angles.

“I’m serious.” He said, and the tenderness of his gaze made you squirm. You fought to wipe the grin off your own cheeks.

“Me too.”

Then came the pounding at the front door.

Steve released you, both of you clutching at the countertop in surprise.

You held one finger in apology, frowned, and crossed the living room for the front door.

When you leaned forward to look out the peep hole, the pounding started again, followed by a familiar voice. “It’s fucking cold out here, will you just let me in?!”

You glanced back at Steve, who waited patiently by the kitchen with a large frown furrowing his brow.

With a sigh, you opened the door to find Eddie Munson with a large to-go bag of Chinese food. His nose and cheeks were red from the cold, and he lumbered past you without saying hello, a waft of black leather and snow.

“Did you know the power’s on like two miles from here?” He unwrapped the scarf from his neck and toed out of heavy leather boots.

You coughed and scratched at the back of your neck as you watched the exchange between house guests when Eddie finally looked up to find Steve waiting in the kitchen, arms crossed over his broad chest.

Eddie’s lips quirked up into that wolfish grin, shaking damp hair from his eyes. “Well, I’ll be dammed, Harrington. Isn’t this a surprise?”

With a sigh, you closed the front door and rested your forehead against the frigid metal. This was going to be a long day.

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Hope your power comes back and you have a better day, Jelly, my dear xoxoxo

[migueloharaslave]

A Date With Miguel on Valentines day.

You hummed as you sat down on your bed, putting your phone on the charger as you tucked yourself under the sheets, sitting up as you reached over to grab your book. You opened to the last page you were reading from and continued to read from there. Tonight was one of those good nights where you had a self care day, gotten everything done before bed, today was just amazing.

Suddenly, Miguel walked in, with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He walked up to you, getting down on his knees, looking up at you. "Mi amor.."

"Yes?" You bookmarked your spot and smiled as you sat your book aside. Looking down at Miguel as you brought your hand over and gently played with his hair.

"Will you be my valentine?" He whispered, placing the chocolates down on the bed, leaning into your touch.

"Of course! Even though we've been together for almost three years.. Yes." You joked as you watched as he stood up, kissing you gently.

"Maybe next time, I'll get you a diamond ring." Miguel whispered against your lips as he gave you one last deep kiss before walking around and sitting down on the bed next to you.

"Did you have a good day at work, baby?" You hummed as you opened the box and popped one of the chocolates in your mouth and then offered him one.

"Yeah.." Miguel let you put the chocolate in his mouth and he ate it, "It was just tiring.. The only good part of my day is coming home to you. Well, tomorrow I'm gonna be off of work. I also got us a reservation at this aquarium restaurant. I know you've recently been into the marine life, so I did that for you.

"Aww! Thank you, I can't wait. I love you so much.. I can't wait for our wedding day. You treat me so well." You smiled at him as you leaned in and pecked a kiss on his lips.

"No, you treat me so well. All of the love you give me, I can't handle it all. You're too good for me, I want to be a better person for you, my love." Miguel whispered against your lips.

"Babe, you're already enough for me. I couldn't ask for anything more but the love you give me. I feel like the most luckiest girl in the world, I get treated like a princess, I get to go shopping whenever I want, I have a handsome, sweet boyfriend.. God there's nothing more I could ask for." You placed your hands on the side of his face, gently running your thumb against his cheek. "I love you, to the moon and back. I'll always love you."

Miguel stared into your eyes, "I-.. I love you too, so very much. I can't explain my love for you, my love for you is bigger than this whole galaxy combined. I love you far more than the moon and back, I love you to the next galaxy and back. I don't wanna lose you, you're the perfect woman for me. So stunning, you have the sweetest smile, the most cutest voice, the most beautiful eyes.. and the most biggest heart. I love you. Please, have me as your future husband."

You tilted your head as you listened to his words, a soft giggle escaping from his lips. "My oh my.." You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully. "Yes, I would have you. You seem like the perfect father for my kids anyways. I love you. It's clear we both love each other so dearly." You hummed as you ate one of the chocolates. "Mm, these are so good!"

"Figured you'll like something as sweet as you." Miguel smirked, leaning in and pecking small kisses on your neck.

You giggled in response, "Stopp.. You play too much. Go get washed up, I'll give you a nice massage when you come back, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Miguel smiled, getting out of the bed before stretching and walking off to the bathroom, showering himself. After a good 10 minutes of washing, he came back to the room with a towel wrapped around his waist which made you blush and look off to the side. "What's wrong?" He mumbled, taking off the towel and slipping on some boxers. "You look so nervous? After all the times you seen it, you still get nervous." He chuckled.

"Its.. I was just looking at something, no one was even worried about you." You huffed.

"Uh-huh. I saw you looking at me, pervert." Miguel joked, putting his towel away before sitting down on the bed.

"What!? Pervert? I.. No I'm not." You furrowed your brows as you threw a pillow at him. "As if.. I'm not that focused on your damn body.." You grabbed your book and opened it.

"Mhm.. Whatever you say baby." Miguel caught the pillow, then laid down on the bed, putting the pillow behind him. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, putting on the news. "Wow.. there's so many criminals here in this city. Hopefully that new hero guy gets rid of em."

"Yeah, hopefully he does." You tilted your head at the TV as you watched a news recording of the way the new 'spiderman' guy swung from building to building. "I bumped into him once.. Something about him seemed to familiar, I don't know what. He just.. He was really sweet, though." You mumbled.

"Are you telling me that you have a crush on him?" Miguel raised an eyebrowbrow at you as he scooted closer to you.

"Heavens no, I wouldn't dare to look at another man.. he just, was so interesting. I just wish I knew who he was, I just felt like I knew him."

Miguel looked off to the side, biting his lip, maybe it was a bad idea for him to talk to you while he was doing his other job. "Well. Any ideas who he could be?"

You shook your head, "No.." You sighed softly, laying down and resting your head in his lap. "Miguel.." You looked up at him. "Do you think we're together in every universe?"

Miguel looked down at your, gently running his hand up and down against your arm. "Yeah. Why wouldn't we be? We're perfect for each other."

You giggled softly and nodded your head, continuing to watch the news with him. You felt yourself grow tired, so you fell asleep right there in his lap.

In the morning, you woke up to the sun shining in your face, you sat up and saw the bed empty. No Miguel, you furrowed your brows as you sat up, stretching out your arms a bit. Suddenly, you heard footsteps towards the room. Miguel held a tray with a heart-shaped themed breakfast,

"Good morning, darlin'. I've made you breakfast." He walked over and sat it down on your lap. "Fruits, egg, your favorite waffles, sausage, and for the desert, me." He leaned in and pressed a kiss on your lips.

You smiled, you tasted the faint taste of candy on his lips, he most likely used some of your flavored chapstick. "Thank you baby, I love it so much. But, no one eats desert early in the morning.."

"Well, they may not.. but today I will." Miguel leaned in and gently kissed your neck."I love you, baby."

"Mm, I love you too." You hummed as he kissed your neck, looking up at him as he pulled away. You watched as he sat down at the edge of the bed, stretching his muscles. "Aww, baby. You look so tense." Your eyes stared at his back, looking at those strong, broad shoulds.. and the muscles that popped out of his back.

"No, don't worry about me." Miguel crawled onto the bed next to you, sitting up next to you, he laid his back against the headboard, pulling you in with a arm as he turned on the TV.

"I can't help but worry, baby.. You're my boyfriend,I have to care." You huffed softly picking up a fork and starting to eat your food. "Mm.. This taste so good." You hummed, picking up one of the fruits and making a airplane sound before flying it up to his mouth.

Miguel rolled his eyes playfully before eating the fruit, and then kissing your cheek.

.............

A couple of hours later, you and Miguel were at the restaurant. You looked around in awe as you saw all of the tropical fish swimming around, there was one tank of jellyfish and you gasped and went over to it. "Omg, Miguel look!" You called out to him.

Miguel was texting on his phone before looking up and walking over to you , "Wow.. Beautiful, ain't it? Lemme get a picture, baby." Miguel whispered. Backing away a bit, holding up his phone. He watched as you started to pose, snapping photos each time you posed. "God you're beautiful.. Look this way, baby." Migurl snapped a couple of more pictures of you, before smiling and walking up to you. He showed you the pictures he took, and he did a great job. He caught every good angle, and even captured the bow that was on your dress.

"Okay, send me those." You hummed, looking up at him as you took his phone. "C'mon, lemme take some pictures of you!" You grinned.

Miguel furrowed his brows, "Babe I-" You cut him off before he could say anything else, "Miguel, please?" You gave him doe eyes and he couldn't say no to that face of yours.

He just sighed and posed, just like you instructed him to and after yall finish taking pictures, your waiter to you over to a spot that was sorta like a private room, away from everyone else.

In the room was a glass wall that showed the wildlife swimming around, you even saw two seahorses with their tangled tales looking as if they were dancing with one another, deeply in love. Miguel pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down in it, smiling up at him as you watched him go over and sit down himself. "You're so beautiful." He whispered in admiration, looking at all of your features. He loves your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, everything about you he was just obsessed with.

"And you're handsome." You responded, tilting your head as you looked at him before turning away and looking at the fishes swimming around. "Thank you for bringing me here, I really like it."

"I'm glad you do, baby. You deserve every last drop of goodness within this world, God i couldn't imagine my life without seeing your beautiful face." Miguel chuckled, looking up as the waiter gave you two a menu and soon asked for the drinks you wanted and left again. You and Miguel started looking through the menu, you hummed as you looked through it occasionally glancing up at Miguel. "I want the Alfredo broccoli pasta with the garlic chicken." You hummed.

"Anything else you want?" Miguel asked, cocking his eyebrow at you. He knew you definitely wanted one of the deserts because you were a fan when it came to Sweets.

"And the extra chocolate lava cake." You batted your lashes at him, as you sat the menu down.

"Whatever you want, I'll pay for it." Miguel smiled at you, reaching his hand over and taking your hand into his as he leaned over, pecking a kiss on the back of your hand.

You looked at him with loving eyes, smiling bashfully as he kissed your hand. "I love you." You whispered, looking up at him. "I love you so much." You repeated more clearly.

"I love you more." Miguel whispered, dragging his thumb across the back of your hand. The waiter soon came back with your drinks, taking your orders before picking up the menu and leaving.

You looked over at one of the fishes as it was all alone while all of the others had friends and lovers, it was swimming alone by itself. "Aww, look at that red fish. It's lonely." You spoke in a sad tone, you felt empathy for the fish. You were a emotional person, so there was no doubt your emotions for things felt strong. "I feel so bad for it. He's all alone.." You whispered.

Miguel looked over, watching the fish just as you did, but before you knew it another fish came along and started swimming with the fish. "Look at that, he wasn't alone."

"Yeah, he wasn't.." You whispered, looking up at Miguel.

"That kind of reminds me of when we first met. I was lonely, but then when you came around suddenly my life was brighter. I am so much happier now that I'm with you, you're everything I've ever wanted." Miguel hummed. You and Miguel locked eyes for a good seven minutes until the waiter came back with your food.

You smiled as you started to eat, sharing some of your food with Miguel. "Oh my good.. everything tastes delicious." You licked your lips and looked up at Miguel, watching as he took a bite out of his food and then sipped his drink.

After you two finished your filling meal you walked out of the restaurant, clinging onto his arm as he walked over to his car and opening the door for you. You got in and slipped on your seatbelt before waiting for him. Miguel soon got into the car, starting up the car and leaning back as he started to drive. As you two started to cruise home, you felt his veins hand land on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as your date came to an end.

[raayllum]

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" for rayllum?

The Starscraper, despite its intrigue and mystery, has bathrooms like anywhere else, although Rayla knocks first before entering her and Callum's quarters at all.

They'd been given a room and ensuite to share upon arrival, and while she'd blushed a little leaving her parents to come here, well... She was grown and in love. There wasn't much they could say, even if Runaan glowered.

Besides, however much Callum had said he was okay after the de-coining, she knew he'd been quiet and lightheaded. Which was why, after a few seconds of no reply, she pushed their door open and tentatively poked her head in.

"Callum?"

He was standing by the bed, shirtless (she ignored the heat in her cheeks) and turned to the side, seemingly looking at his reflection in the mirror leaning up against the far wall. Even from this angle, circular scars were evident on his upper chest, one looking more like a bite mark near his abdomen—souvenirs from Finnegrin's ship, and Rayla's stomach churned like the sea at the thought he'd ever been in that much pain.

It took a second, but then Callum noticed her, shifting to face her. His new white shock of hair, threaded into one of the locks that curved over his face, hung over his eyes. Another unpleasant souvenir from the de-coining spell. Callum had said the coins had some residual dark magic tainting, that Star magic was ancient and unpredictable—that the white hair wasn't from actual dark magic itself, but... Rayla didn't know how much she believed him.

Or how much he believes himself, given the look in his eyes.

She crosses the room in three quick strides, her discomfort and distraction on the back burner as she places a hand on his shoulder, lifting his face to hers. "Least we match," she says, brushing back the white. His lips twitch. "Were you getting ready to bathe?"

She can't think of another reason he'd be taking his clothes off. At least not one that makes sense outside of foolish, distracting fantasies—

He nods, blushing a bit himself. "Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck, grimacing. The magic had taken a toll on his body too. "Just got lost in thought."

She thinks of how he'll have to reach up and behind if intends to wash his back, or... "I could join you," she says and then quickly clarifies, "to—outside the tub, I mean. To wash your hair. If you want."

Primals above she was such a—

Callum softens and leans into her. "That'd be nice," he admits, even if the flush doesn't leave either of their faces.

She still turns away as he fully disrobes, waiting till he lets her know he's fully in the water, light steam rising from the tub before she turns back around and settles behind the rim on a spare chair. She focuses on washing his hair while he wipes a rag along his chest, pleased when she can hear him hum happily—maybe even murmuring some more of that sweet, silly, Ocean arcanum poetry under his breath—a sure sign that he's finally relaxing.

She brushes back his hair, running her sudsy fingers through the white streak, and he sits up more along the rim, craning his neck to glance at her.

"There's an Ocean poem, y'know," he says, forcing nonchalantness, his fingers tapping nervously. "Reminded me of some stuff I've read about the Moon arcanum. About how water, or the moon, changes, but..."

"It's still always inherently the same," she says, "no matter its appearance?"

He nods. She rinses out his hair and the leans over to kiss his forehead, and then the white streak for good measure.

"I think that's true," she murmurs, "but I think you'd know better than me, Mister Mage."

Callum smiles and then settles under her hands, sighing. "Thank you, Rayla."

She thinks of how he brought her back from the brink, when he was just the ghost inside her head that she didn't want, persistent and caring as always. How could she think anything else of him? How could she offer anything less in return?

She reaches forward and takes his hand, the nervous tapping quelled. "Always."

[prettyboytsum]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ late night confession I kuroo tetsurou pairing: kuroo x reader tags: fluff, one-shot wc: 613

“i think i love you.” you slurred, words tumbling before you can even thoroughly understand what you’re saying. a familiar pool of regret starts to set as soon as the sentence slips off your tongue.  kuroo chuckles, a hand on the wheel and another resting on his lap. the road was dimly lit, empty. save for a couple of stray cars that had business so late in the evening or early in the morning, depending on who you ask.

you weren’t quite sure how he found you. maybe a friend called when you were downing a drink or it was a stupid incoherent text you sent earlier when you had the courage—courage that was (very) quickly fleeting.  there was silence after the confession, aside from the silent hum of the engine and the clicking of signals as kuroo continued driving. if you were more sober, you would’ve picked up on the signs of his nervousness. the picking of his nails followed by the muffled tapping on his lap. the frequent running of fingers through his hair. the nibbling of his lips, almost enough to pull it raw. 

but you were hardly thinking straight and the pool of regret only kept growing. the lingering curiosity of his response - or lack thereof - almost gnawing at you. 

“do you not?” you pout. a pout that was familiar to kuroo from all his years of knowing you when you asked for a ride home. the same downturn of your lips when he was teasing you or when you were begging him to come to the bar with a couple of your college friends earlier that evening. 

“love me?” he chuckles, turning left. he stops at a red light. the moon shines brightly over the car, lighting up the sparse intersection. it’s cliche, a drunk night out only to be picked up by your best friend you might be a little too in love with. 

“you know what i mean.” your fingers pick on his jacket nervously. he offered it earlier, claiming the evenings were starting to get colder and that you would regret being sick and hungover. 

“love you?” he looks at you briefly before the red turns to green and the car starts to move again. you almost feel childish asking. it seems like everything he does for you is out of love. your packed lunches with him, car rides home despite late meetings on campus, and your respective spare keys sitting on a matching set of keychains kuroo brought back from a trip out of town. 

it’s silent again and your pout deepens, brows furrowing. the only reason you’re still talking is because you can always claim to be tipsy. but with the next words he utters, you aren't sure how long you can keep the act up. 

“ask me again tomorrow.” he muses. you glare playfully but a sense of dread washes over you. you let out a silent sigh, or however silent a tipsy lovesick best friend could, when you realize the smartest thing to do is to pretend to be too drunk to remember when morning comes. 

he looks over at you again, both hands resting on the wheel. you’re leaning on the window, arms clutching the jacket. your lips seem to be jutted permanently. 

but it’s the same lips that told him your deepest secret at the playground when you were eight. the same lips that whispered the answers to a sociology test when you were twelve. the same lips that kissed him, just once, at a freshman party which was never to be talked about, when you were eighteen. 

he smiles.  “i’d be an asshole to confess while you’re drunk.” 

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[writers-vlogx]

The curse of a god

OKAY ITS NOT MY FAULT THIS MAN WONT GET OUT OF MY HEAD, SO GET USE TO NAMOE CONTENT

If there is one thing namoe learned over the decades is to never become too attached, everyone died at some point and every time he got left behind, for centuries he was alone never being able to keep anyone as much as he wished to.

It was the curse of a god

You had been in this earth for a very long time, seen everyone go but you held no hatred for it, you had learned to find beauty in death.

You had been like this after pleading for a very long time, death had never scared you. But you had done wrong, you had angered the ancestors after your selfishness to save your husband and by such he was taken from you. You were comforted by the thought of meeting him in the afterlife but the gods still angered by the sacrifice you made tortured you and your immortality was granted, it was given as a lesson. it was a curse.

It was the thing that keeped you from the one you longed for.

You first meet namoe when walking through the beach late at night, you had become use to these walks they helped you calm your mind when it felt like too many moons had passed.

You saw him hiding and looking at you, you wandered to his side, he did not move or step away from you.

There was something that he could not tell, something that let him know you were not just a mortal, you were something else.

Something infinite

From there he became interested in you, many nights he came by never saying anything but staring at you, no, admiring you. He saw you as a gift, someone he would never loose, a blessing from the ancestors, mercy on his lonely heart. Something that he could keep, someone he could cherish for centuries.

One of those night you came back, expecting the same interaction of him being absolutely hypnotized by you and then disappearing into the ocean, instead a different man was revealed to you. He was sitting down in one of the tree trunks looking up at the moon, he heard when you sat down next to him.

He always knew when you were near

He turned to look at you, and for the first time he smiled at you, he spoke very softly "come sit with me" he offered and you did

His voice was beautiful, his eyes looked tired and it seemed that he did not have the strength to hold his tough persona "please" he placed his head on your shoulder "Be mine" he repeated over and over like a prayer.

A prayer you would become his, he had lost so much. He had been alone for so many centuries that he had forgotten the warmth of another, forgotten how it felt to have the loving gaze of someone on him. And oh gods did he crave it, he longed for it like a drug.

You stared into the ocean, hesitant to say yes but then you felt it. Tears running down your chest.

He was crying

"Please, I can give you everything!" he gasped for air "Don't leave me, you can't leave me, your like me!" His eyes were puffy and red, his eyes searching for an answer in yours. You hushed him and cupped his face.

And in that moment you saw the image of a god become more fragile than any mortal, all those years alone, isolated, torn finally weighing down on him.

You pulled him into your chest and let him rest, as his breath starts to slow down but his sobs are still very noticeable you start humming very softly.

You run your fingers through his hair, and rub his back, holding him. Reassuring him, you pull his face towards yours, he tries to pull away embarrassed of what you had witnessed, even so you pull him back and make him look at you "Shh I'm here, I'm not going anywhere okay?" He had lost so much and you had too.

The sun had started to come up after a night of soft and vulnerable moments in each other's grasp, he stood up and extended his hand towards you. You took it and smiled, looking back one last time.

It had been too long, you had forgotten the joy of being alive

You followed him into the water, the coolness washing all of your worries away.

As you both swam down deeper, from the above your ancestors smiled, it seems you had found your purpose after all, the true meaning of sacrifice.