#once your ear picks it up you can literally hear the style

[after-witch]

Hazbin Hotel yandere Alastor imagine

note: discussions of sexual abuse, physical abuse, afab reader, misogny

Oh, to be in Hell and working for Valentino, who uses and abuses you, who goes from hot to cold depending on his moods, whims, and whatever might be pissing him off or propping him up at the moment.

It's not the living you wanted to be making. It's not the life--or afterlife--that you envisioned for yourself. But you owe him so much money (he fed you, and clothed you, and kept a roof over your ungrateful head, didn't he?) and you don't know how else you could pay him back.

But one day you happen to catch someone whispering about this new Hotel where you might be able to get better? Where life might be able to get better? Where you might get, and the word refuses to even catch on your tongue despite it dancing in your ears, redeemed?

You want that. All of it. Even it means risking getting the (after) life beaten out of you.

And on a rare free morning you sneak out and make your way to the front door and a tiny (cute, but, horrifying) little maid answers but before she can get a word in edgewise, a blonde woman--the literal princess of Hell, you realize--jumps into the doorway and grabs your hand to shake it vigorously and welcome you in with the biggest smile you've ever seen that isn't (for once) tinged with something awful behind it.

You practically trip inside as she excitedly pulls you into the foyer where a gaggle of people are sitting on a velvet couch and oh, shit, you know one of them.

Angel. You knew he was here--Val would not stop bitching about it--but it's different hearing about him being involved in this little project and actually seeing him out of the studio.

When Angel sees you, he freezes, his eyebrows shoot practically to the sky. And you're about to beg him not to tell Val, please-please-please, Angel might get away with being here but you don't have that kind of sway, when someone slides in front of you.

Red hair, pointy teeth, a fantastically red coat.

Alastor, of course.

You're not supposed to talk to him. Val and Vox made it clear to everyone in the studio. The Radio Demon is an "old timey fuck" who needs to fuck off and any one caught fraternizing with him might as well be fucking dead (or they'd wish they were) so stay away.

And his reputation wasn't any better with what you'd heard on the street.

But... he doesn't seem all that bad. And you were already taking a Big Fucking Risk by coming here, it's not like Val would go easier on you if you pleaded that sure, you snuck out, sure you came here when you knew you shouldn't, but you clamped your mouth shut and didn't talk to Alastor, you swear!

"Greetings," he says, and you want to smile a little. Because he really does sound like a radio, the kind your mom used to listen to when you were young, even though they were going out of style. Sometimes you missed that, sitting around the table while the radio played, tinny voices and music playing.

"Hi," you manage, voice quiet. "I mean, greetings," you say, stupidly, really.

But he doesn't call you a moron (like Val might) or ignore you (like Vox might)--instead he dips and picks up your wrist gently and he actually kisses your hand, a perfunctory gentlemanly peck of a greeting, instead of licking a slimy trail up your arm like Val is prone to do.

Can you help the little "oh!" that escapes your lips? No. Can you help the heated flush that creeps up your chest? No.

And if he, to everyone's surprise, winds up taking you under his wing--can you complain? No.

He doesn't tell you, like Val did, that you'll pay him back every red cent when he conjures up a closet full of clothes to replace your scant wardrobe. The clothes are modest and lovely and again, your mom springs to mind. The stuff she'd pull out of her closet and hold to her chest sometimes, because they no longer fit.

You wish you'd worn those clothes, when you got old enough to fit into them. But they were moth eaten and out of style and you'd look at her aghast when she asked if you wanted them when you were moving out.

So you didn't. But now... well, they don't fit so bad, do they? You even look nice in them. Alastor says "you're a vision of loveliness, dear," when you wear one of the outfits he's picked out. And you're not sure if it's a pun on his name or a genuine compliment, but you thank him all the same.

Charlie agrees to set up a room for you and Alastor helps with that, too. Although his help mostly involved changing out the standard linens for something nicer, stocking your closet and dresser with old fashioned clothes, and removing the TV.

You almost protested, but he reminded you that "your old friend Vox just might pop in and see you" and ah, it all made sense.

Alastor was looking out for you. Like he did with the clothes. Like he does with the way he helps you navigate the vague, ever-changing lessons that Charlie tries to teach.

Everyone here is nice, all things considered, for Hell.

It's not perfect.

Sometimes you would like to wear something more flashy and stylish, but what outfits Charlie manages to procure never seem to make it into your wardrobe.

Angel always looks like he's going to vomit when Val calls because at this point you are considered "missing" and Val does not like it when his "whores try to ghost him," as you'd once heard him screeching on Angel's phone.

Angel always denies that you're here, denies that he's seen you, and for once, you're glad he can act well when it really matters.

And if Alastor gets a little too clingy... if he gets a little too controlling? If sometimes he reminds you of Val, pushing and pulling you in the directions he wants, you just remind yourself that he's not as bad.

He doesn't ever, ever hit you. He doesn't yell at you or even raise his voice, really!

He corrects, that's all.

Steers you to the right outfits, reminds you how to act like a lady (something he never seems to do with anyone else, to your embarrassment); gently grabs your wrist and brings you along with him around the Hotel, into the shadows of the streets where you won't be seen when he thinks you need some good old fashioned exercised or fresh air. (If the air in hell could be considered "fresh" is another thing entirely.)

So yes.

He might be a little controlling. You can admit that. Even if he has your best interest in mind.

But every time that little thought creeps into your head, you just remind yourself. He's not as bad as Val.

And when you're in Hell, "he's not as bad" might as well mean that he's good.

[page-yerin]

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘. 강태현

sypnosis: you can’t sleep so your boyfriend comes over to help

genre(s): fluff

pairing: nonidol!kang taehyun x afab!reader

trigger warnings: profanity, (mentions of) insomnia

a/n: i wrote this for myself honestly LMAOO insomnia really loves messing with me these days

for my fellow insomniacs that stan taehyun<3

You toss around your bed for what seemed like the nth time, the mattress sheets shuffling under you. With a heavy sigh, you roll around to the small table on left side of the bed. Your fingers lightly tap on your phone screen, the brightness spreading and lighting up the whole room.

2 AM. Well.. shit.

You groan into your pillow, coming out as muffled grumbles. All you wanted was sleep, even one hour, but insomnia just had to bite you. Not even the lingering scent in your boyfriend’s clothes could help.

Tired—literally, and of no sleep—you grasp your phone. You pull it over to you, laying sideways on your pillow and pressing your boyfriend’s contact.

[y/nie] : taeee are u awake? can’t sleep ㅠㅠ

You knew he probably wasn’t, but it gave you some comfort to let him know you were awake. Although, you did feel guilty if your message wakes him up in the middle of the night.

You get up from the bed and manage to stumble downstairs, eyelids heavy and exhausted. You plop down onto the couch next to the front door with a deep exhale. You pick up the remote next to you, turning on the TV in front of you.

Just a few minutes into the video, the doorbell rings. Taehyun. You hastily shut off the TV and dash to the door, opening it.

Your boyfriend stands there, at your door, the street lights reflecting onto his skin in the dark of night. Taehyun scans you up and down, a gentle smile enveloping on his face. “You look really cute in my shirt.”

Your eyes widen, feeling heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach filling with butterflies. “Thanks..”

Taehyun slowly steps into your house, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door shuts, he snakes his arms around your waist and lowers his chin onto your shoulder.

“Were you on your phone before you went to sleep?” Taehyun murmurs into your ear as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck.

“Mhm..” You hum, feeling his lips press onto your collarbone. Taehyun pulls away to look at you, eyes softening.

“That’s why you can’t sleep, princess..” He scolds lightly. You nod sheepishly, letting your head fall to Taehyun’s chest.

You hear Taehyun sigh before sliding one arm to your upper back. He pulls his other arm away from you, moving to one side of you and crouching to slide his other arm under your thighs. He then lifts you up bridal style, making you letting out a small squeak.

You lean against his chest as Taehyun carries you upstairs, pushing the door of your bedroom open. He gently lays you onto your bed, going back to close the door. He returns shortly after and slips in next to you.

You shuffle towards him, laying your head on his chest. “Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night..”

“It’s okay, love. I got up because I want you to be able to sleep.” Taehyun tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You look up at him and whisper, “Can you sing for me? It might help me sleep.”

Taehyun looks back down at you with a small smile, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Anything for you, princess.”

Your heart flutters at his endearing words, and warmth envelopes you as Taehyun holds you close. Your eyes shut as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and his soft lullaby. Sleep once again welcomes you in open arms.

[silvergyus]

Bro doggy style with beomgyu would be so sexy like- imagine him taking pics of u from behind or damn recording it. I literally need a fic dedicated to it.

take a photo

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind

warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n's hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 1,100+

author’s note: not sure if this is what you were looking for anon lol please enjoy my first time writing this kind of dynamic

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

Beomgyu fucking you from behind with deep strokes, relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in. He’s big and in this position you can feel him all in your belly. He has a grip on your hip, lazily pulling you back onto his cock, hips still as he moves you back and forth. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled completely.

You can hear his smirk even before you turn to look at him chuckling quietly. His bangs fall in his face, shadowing his eyes as he looks down at you. He caresses your side and ass, still slowly pulling you back onto him. His guitar-calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whine at the sensation, your skin electric under his touch as he moves you along his hard cock once again, his personal toy to use and play with.

“Pretty girl, already so fucked out,” he says, kneading the flesh of your ass, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can hear the edge in his voice as his hands push you forward until just the fat tip of his cock remains inside you. “How are you gonna act when I fuck you for real?” he taunts, hips finally moving, pushing all the way in with a sharp thrust. His hand wraps in your hair as you moan again, burying your face in the crumpled sheets to muffle the loud sounds of your pleasure. Beomgyu tugs your hair, pulling your head back and making you arch your spine. You hear the click of a shutter and see a bright flash as he snaps a photo.

He moans as the photo displays on the small screen. His hips pick up the pace, spurred on by the permanent image captured in pixels. The digital chip in this old Nikon is filled with photos just like this one.

“Gyu!” you cry out, “hnngh- it’s too much.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, “you can take it baby; I know you can.” He continues his quick, punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt sucking him in.

You moan again from his words, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Beomgyu’s hand is still in your hair and he pulls it once again. His other hand moves from your hip, supporting you as he pulls you up, back pressing to his chest as he continues to fuck into you. You see the camera as he raises it high, fitting both of your bodies in frame. “Smile for the camera baby,” he says right before the flash goes off.

The image that develops is your sweat-soaked skin, hair plastered to your face- Beomgyu in a similar state as the hand that isn’t holding the camera cups your breast, holding you in place as you’re impaled on his length.

Beomgyu groans when he sees the photo in the tiny, pixelated display. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, moaning into your ear- “so pretty baby, always so pretty for me when you're taking my cock.” His words draw a high-pitched whine from your throat and he allows you to flop back onto the bed. His hands are rough as they position your legs further apart to give him better access to your pussy. Once you’re exactly as he wants you, he snakes a hand up to again paw at your chest.

He drops the camera onto the bed, moving the hand that was holding it to your chin. “Look how pretty you are.” He turns your head towards the camcorder filming from the nightstand. You can see yourself in the grainy display. You moan loudly at the sight of you being groped and filled. Beomgyu laughs again, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he continues to pump into you.

“Can you cum for me baby? Want to see it in the movie.” He makes eye contact with you through the pixels on the screen. You nod, shivering with anticipation and the knowledge that he’ll watch you cumming over and over again.

“Good girl. Let me hear you when you cum, okay?” His hand finds your clit, neglected up until this point. You squirm when his rough fingers tease the bud. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes! Yes Gyu- so good!” Your voice is high and wobbly as he continues to rub your clit, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, coating them in your essence before returning to where you need him most.

His hips continue to pump into you as he chases his own high, his grunts and moans loud behind you. The dual sensations of his cock filling you completely with each thrust and his fingers finally playing with your needy clit cause you to cry out a series of broken whimpers and moans. The incoherent babbling of just your boyfriend’s name again and again as all other thoughts are driven from your mind. You can feel your high approaching rapidly, the tension building in your tummy as you race towards release.

Your cries are broken by a swift slap to your pussy- Beomgyu’s fingers landing perfectly on your clit, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you shake in his grasp, moaning loudly as you come undone.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me baby, right on my cock.” He moans, feeling you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Please!” you beg, “cum in me!”

Beomgyu’s rhythm falters as he cums. Burying himself to the hilt as he collapses against your back, the two of you moan in unison as he paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel his hips stutter against your ass, chasing his pleasure for as long as possible. You clench around him and earn a low moan in your ear. Your skin is hot and sticky everywhere his body touches yours.

You lay like that for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Your knees burn, suddenly able to feel them as you come down from your high. You wriggle your hips, signaling to your boyfriend that it’s time for him to pull out.

He pulls out of you, marveling at the white, sticky mess dripping from your swollen pussy. “You’re so hot, baby.” You hum in content, face resting against the tangled sheets.

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Later, after you're both all cleaned up, you find Beomgyu sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the video play on the tiny screen of the camcorder, the shitty speakers distorting your broken moans. You catch him smiling as he watches the video, eyes wide and extremely focused, tent obvious in his shorts.

"Hey babe?" he asks, "would you want to go again?"

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

[whatdudtheysay]

Suguru Getou x F! Reader

(Afab reader - black coded but any can read)

Context - When Getou's asked to house sit at his friend's house he's reluctant at first. But when he hears that you'll be home too he agrees a bit too quickly

CW - Unprotected sex, No prep, hair pulling, Spanking, dacryphilia, getou is meann but reader deserves it, kinda dubcon just to be safe, creampies, vaginal fingering

(modern au)

⎯⎯

Getou was already regretting agreeing to your older brothers favour. He thought house sitting while your brother was on holiday with his girlfriend would be easy. But he couldn't be more wrong. You were bratty for starters. When your brother introduced the plan to you both you scrunched up your nose, folding your arms under your chest.

"I'll be alright alone! I don't need this big oaf." You scoffed.

Getou's brows furrowed as he glared at you. The only reason why he hadn't snapped back was because you were his friend's little sister. That and he couldn't hide his attraction to you. You were bratty sure, but if you weren't his friend's brother he definitely would've made an advancement on you. Maybe even get rid of that annoying attitude himself.

And that was how he found himself here. On the couch with you at the end of it, your phone pressed up against your ear, your back lightly hunched as you painted your toes a bright pink whilst some reality TV show played. He was trying his best not to look at you. Mainly because of the tight tank top you wore, making it obvious you weren't wearing a bra as your nipples perked up against the fabric whilst your thighs were hugged nicely by some skimpy shorts and those pretty black jade braids laced with hot pink extensions falling against your shoulders.

But even if Getou wanted to admire, he was distracted by your loud voice as you talked to someone on your phone.

"Oh my gosh! Literally! And then I told nobara that dress was definitely her and that she should go for a curled style but then she went on bout some-, oh wait. Getting another call babe, I'll call you back after this." You laughed slightly before closing the nail polish, placing it on the coffee table before answering the other call, leaning back to admire your newly coloured nails.

"Ohh, hey 'kuna," you smiled. Getou glanced over to you. "No, I'm not doing anything....you wanna come over? Well-"

Getou suddenly snatched your phone from your hand, hanging up immediately.

"Hey! Don't just take my phone you rat-" you complained, snatching your phone back, glaring at him.

Getou's brow twitched as he stared at you. "You aren't inviting anyone over. Especially not sukuna. Now stop being a pain in the ass."

You just rolled your eyes. "First of all, this is mine and my brother's house. Second of all, I live here, you don't. Third of all, stop being a bitch!" You yelled, getting up immediately, walking over to the kitchen island.

Getou just sighed, rubbing his temple before reaching for the remote.

"Don't change the channel!" You yelled as you looked through the fridge.

Getou huffed, laying back against the couch in defeat. He really didn't have the energy to deal with this tonight.

⎯⎯

An hour had passed and you'd finally calmed down, lounged on the couch whilst you sipped on some soda, only a few giggles coming from you as you scrolled through tiktoks.

"Hey...wanna get a pizza?" Getou asked, eyes still focused on the movie you finally let him pick once your show had ended.

"Nope." You answered swiftly, your manicured nails making a clicking sound as you texted whoever you were talking to.

"...Chinese food?"

"Nope."

"Italian food?"

You just yawned this time, making Getou's patience run thin.

"The fuck do you wanna eat then?" He finally snapped, making you look up at him.

You just rolled your eyes, sitting upright.

"Just get some ramen for me." You sighed, waving him off.

Getou grit his teeth. He hated how you treated him. Like you were some queen whilst he was a mere peasant.

"Alright."

Getou placed an order for the food after a painful five minutes of you trying to choose exactly what you wanted. But once that was finally over and paid for, he relaxed once more against the couch.

A few more minutes passed and getou was surprised at the knock on the door, getting up and walking over. He expected to see a person with the food but he was annoyed to see Sukuna, a lazy scowl on his face.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Sukuna cursed.

You probably heard his voice from the couch and immediately ran over, pushing Getou out of the way.

"Hey, kuna," you greeted, about to welcome him in but getou stopped you, pushing you behind him before facing sukuna.

"Sorry but no visitors." Getou deadpanned, slamming the door on sukuna's face before locking it up again.

"What the hell is your problem?" You argued, glaring at getou angrily.

"I already told you. Nobody's coming over here." Getou groaned, walking over to the kitchen to look through the fridge, trying to find where your brother stored the energy drinks. "Especially not any of your fuck buddies."

You stormed over. "You're just jealous dumb guys like you have no sex life"

Getou just hummed along, grabbing a can from the fridge, placing it on the counter before shutting the fridge.

"Pathetic." You muttered, leaning over the counter. "I feel bad for whatever girls are gonna suffer from your micro penis-"

You weren't sure how it happened so fast. At first you were just mouthing off to getou but now you were pushed down onto the cool marble, Getou behind you, his large hands binding your smaller ones against your lower back.

"Hey, let go of me you brute-" you winced as his hands tightened around your wrists, making them burn.

Getou didn't respond, his eyes trailing down your back, only stopping when he got to your ass. You shivered underneath him, a part of you scared because you couldn't actually see him.

"Hey, Suguru, let me-" your words got caught on a scream as Getou roughly spanked you, making you jolt forward, head whipping to look behind you. "You bastard! The fuck was that-"

Getou just slapped once more. Then again. And again. And again. And again. Annddd again. Not stopping until your snappy remarks fully stopped, only rubbing your ass softly when you finally stopped talking, only yelping beneath him.

"That's better. You're ok to be around when your mouth is actually shut." Getou scoffed, a hand tangling in your hair to pull your head up, laughing when he saw your eyes glossy with tears, your bottom lip trembling slightly.

"Just perfect hm?" Getou whispered. "You're a lot prettier like this."

You grit your teeth, brows narrowing at him.

"Shut the hell-"

You were once cut off by another harsh smack against your rear, making you cry out in pain. However, you made the slightest mistake of letting out a soft moan. Barely audible but loud enough for it to grace against Getou's ears.

"No way..." Getou mumbled, letting go of your hair. "You're actually getting off to this?"

You shook your head quickly, trying to wriggle free. Sadly it was no help and your heart only dropped further when you felt Getou's hand hook on the waistband of your panties that he could see was exposed to him, tugging your shorts and underwear down.

Your eyes clamped shut at the sound of Getou's laughter ringing through your ears.

"Little miss bratty actually gets off to getting spanked, huh?" Getou chuckled at the sight of your arousal covering your pussy.

He knew he shouldn't but he already passed over a lot of boundaries just a few minutes ago. Instead, getou padded at your wet sex, his fingers pressing up against your clit, making you whine.

"Fuck, Getou -" you moaned as he roughly pushed his fingers in and out of you.

Getou just laughed at you. "You were acting all high and mighty just a minute ago. Now you're acting like your slutty ass can't handle two of my fingers?"

You wanted to snap at him but you knew better now. Instead biting on your tongue. Getou hummed thoughtfully at this.

"Guess you've learnt your lesson, hm?"

You nodded, sniffling slightly as you rested your now heated face against the cold counter, sighing slightly. You only looked back once more when you felt something thick prodding at your entrance once more, only to see Getou had pulled his cock out from his sweatpants, now coating his tip in your arousal.

"Wait-" you called out, scared just from the girth of him. "I- I need some prep..."

Getou just chuckled before pushing your head back down against the counter.

"You were just saying I had a micro dick a moment ago. Besides, pretty sure this cunts had a lot more dicks"

You were about to try reason with him again but getou had already began to push inside you. You screamed in pain and pleasure, your back arching as getou continued pushing, forcing his way through your tightness without stopping once, only halting when his hips finally pressed up against your ass. Getou groaned, lightly slapping your ass, enjoying the recoil of it before he pulled out, not stopping until his tip came into view. And as soon as it did, he began to pound into you, making you cry out more, trying to find purchase on the edge of the counter, your nails scraping against the material.

It hurt deliciously and you couldn't help but push your hips back to meet his thrusts, only making getou laugh harder.

"Such a little whore." Getou observed, stopping his thrusts all together to watch how you needily pushed yourself onto him. "Were you gonna let sukuna have his way with you? Let him fuck you dumb?"

You couldn't even talk back, only moaning his name aloud, a hand snaking between your thighs to rub at your neglected clit.

"Shit...should've let him stay." Getou sighed, thrusting himself back into you, your legs shaking beneath him. "Let him see the way you've gone dumb on my cock,"

The idea shouldn't have turned you on that much but you couldn't help it, your hole spasmed around him as you came, a loud cry leaving your lips.

Getou chuckled, not giving your sore cunt a break but instead thrusting deeper, nestling his tip plush against your sweet spot.

"G-Getou, shitt, I've already, please," you cried out to him, your hands moving behind you to push his hips away.

Getou just scoffed at your pathetic attempts, grabbing both your hands and pinning them behind you once more.

"Just shut the fuck up," Getou grunted. "Gonna cum inside your pussy.

You moaned in response, letting getou pin you further against the counter, the smooth edges digging against your stomach.

"Fuck," getou groaned, his hold on your hands tightening as his hips faltered slightly before cumming deep inside you.

You mewled under him, shaking at the odd feeling of being filled. Getou sighed, pulling out of you shortly after, leaving you slumped against the counter, your tongue lazily hung out as you tried to catch your breath, your vision blurring slightly..

Getou grabbed some towels, cleaning himself up before tucking himself back into his pants, the closest thing to being nice to you was him placing the kitchen towels beside you, trying not to laugh at the slightest bit of drool that trailed down your tongue.

He would've stayed to admire the work he'd made of you but a knock at the door reminded him of the food you'd both ordered.

"Clean yourself up, then come get your food, you look filthy."

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

[slickchickchocolatier]

His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 2

Surprise! The second chapter! This is actually a beautiful POV type, not all chapters will be like this so enjoy this one. I really enjoyed drafting Heeseung's POV. I added the song that i played while i re-edited this (which nearly turned into a whole redraft session) but when I think about how Heeseung and his moments of meeting you, the beautiful melody of Vladimir's Blues came to mind. You'll see why once you hear it and read on. :) if you can find a way to play it on repeat, the song is only 1:30 long, but i had it on the entire time i wrote this and it nearly made me shed a tear...

Pairings: Heeseung and you

Warnings: Fluff, and pov smut (18+ Only, MDNI)

Summary: POV

H I S

At first, it was the constant compliments of Vicky that made you turn, as you overheard your peers remark her presence and how glamorous she looked. They weren’t wrong, the girl had a sense of style, although it became a bit overkill for your preference, it was a vast difference in modest terms compared to when you both first met.

The group grew larger as they all stood around you, admiring Vicky and made all sorts of positive remarks of how gorgeous she looked. Even though she had been less than faithful for quite some time, you weren’t going to allow yourself to tarnish her name and let anyone know about her infidelity, she may have deserved many things, but not that.

It was something that you kept to yourself as you spent some of your off time figuring a way to end things without it leading to overwhelming drama, especially since you were coming to homestretch with your college education.

So, you allowed the male peers on campus to continue making their praises to her as you nonchalantly viewed her from a distance, watching as she made her way to her classroom, not even noticing you.

“Whoa…who is that?”

“Isn’t that your girlfriends’ roommate? I heard about her but…oh my God.”

“Who is she?”

“Wow…”

You heard the sudden and constant turn of bewilderment, which had been aimed at Vicky just moments prior, and you really didn’t care to find out why it transitioned, but one glance over just out of pure curiosity turned into a long hard stare. It’s not like you to lose composure, not even the slightest bit, fortunately your hat did well to hide your widened eyes and raised brows after you inhaled the sight from a distance.

It was quite possible that you may have lost all functionality, for a split second, you nearly collapsed after noticing her. Like Vicky, she didn’t seem to notice you either, but then again, there was no hard reason for her do so. But that didn't stop you from overly admiring her.

Her hair surrounded her frame as it flowed around, levitating as the wind picked up each strand and shielded her shoulders.

Everything about her clothes was simplistic and minimal, there was no over-exaggeration of crystal beading, popping or bold patterns or colors, and no jewelry, apart from the simple gold chain choker she had on. Literally, wearing a simple white tank top, a pair of worn blue jeans and tennis shoes, she purely expressed herself through something beyond material decoration.

Her smile was so pure and almost looked innocent, had it not been for the hint of sensuality that grooved along the shape of it. You watched as she moved her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear as the wind picked up speed.

As pure as she looked, there was a semblance of seductiveness and provocativeness in the way her eyes would slightly take on a narrow shape as she smiled, or when she would carry a deep and attentive expression as she listened to those who speak directly to her, making courteous but solid eye contact.

Everything about her was mythical, as if she was created to resemble a mermaid or a fairy even, she looked out of place being surrounded by everyone else, including yourself. Unreal and beyond comparable, the word “beautiful” was an understatement in describing her. You silently wondered what man and woman had combined their union and made a creature like her to bless the rest of you with her presence and appeal.

Eyes wide and bright, they held purity like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Her lips were a dark rouge, and it did more than just compliment her skin tone, she was beyond blessed with the best of each world and culture that made up her genealogy. Natural and carefree, there was nothing about her that was neatly maintained or prepped, but that’s what further enhanced her appeal.

Carrying the essence of every man’s dream, yet she remained untouched and unfazed by everyone’s admiration. Your heart nearly stopped beating at the sight of her when she laughed, you felt happy for no reason when seeing and hearing her. She was like nothing you had ever seen.

Her face could do more than just launch a thousand ships, one look from her would bring kings and armies down to their knees. Stunning, so genuine, and for once, there was a sense of belonging that blossomed in you. Re-appearing whenever she was around or when her voice could be heard echoing in the halls or the courtyard.

The day you went to drop off some things for Vicky at her dorm, you hadn’t entirely expected for it to happen, but when you met your girlfriend’s roommate for the first time, you replayed that exact moment in your head for days that followed.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ethan. My name is Y/N.”

It was the first time you heard her speak, your usual habit of correctly detecting the pitch of sound flared immediately after you heard her voice.

Stunned, you could easily make out the two tones that carried the simple ratio of octave and perfect fifth, the same consonant that is harmonized by the sound of a flute, piano, or the harp, all scientifically known to be the most pleasant sound to the human ear.

Only Jake knew of your natural born talent, you didn’t make a habit of exploiting it, but if you had, she would have been the one you would have told, in hopes that she would continue talking so you could enjoy that beautiful sound that slightly echoed from her tongue.

Trying your hardest not to stare, it was painful to play it cool and act disinterested. The meeting would have lasted longer and been more enjoyable, had the encounter with Gabe been less displeasing.

After the meeting, you delayed any action to ending your relationship with Vicky, something you had been putting so much thought into, but when you realized that breaking it off would cease your interaction with Y/N, you held off.

The weeks that followed endorsed you two to become more acquainted.

It was hard to avoid it, you couldn't help but constantly observe her from the opposite side of the room as you waited for Vicky. There was a sense of trust that Y/N had developed within you the moment she allowed you to wait in the room for Vik. Unbeknownst to Y/N, her consideration only provoked you to study her more. The way she focused on her homework assignments, laughed, and talked with her parents during her weekly phone calls with them, and then there was her fealty trait in sending messages to her boyfriend, who was too abominably unresponsive, yet she remained faithful and unaware as she stood by his neglect.

As a man, you had a figured sense as to why Samuel made his excuses and would go on days, weeks, nearly a whole month of not returning her texts or phone calls, and deep down you felt that she had her own suspicion. Yet her aptitude to remain trusting towards him had pleasantly surprised you, oddly enough.

With the amount of ugliness, you’ve seen in people throughout high school, and college, you became familiar with the traits that abolished any further relations or interactions, both men and women.

Dishonesty, betrayal, arrogance, apathy, and much more, it didn’t matter how good a person could be, there was always a swindle to their quality, like Vicky. She was so kind and thoughtful, yet her apprehensive attitude and lack of priorities all contributed to her misdemeanors that she had some ounce of control over.

Despite it all, you found yourself at awe in seeing how y/n stood strong in her prosperous virtue and only continued to show love, affection, attention, and devotion towards a man that was less worthy in receiving it.

Eventually you became desperate and wanted to tell her, but it would have all been soundless since you had nothing to show her the truth of the matter other than your intuition as a man reading another one's actions. It was obvious to you, and maybe even to Vicky, yet you all stood by silently and allowed her to continue to show her love.

On the daily, she wrote messages expressing hope that he was doing well, that she wishes him best of luck on his next football game and reminding him to eat and get plenty of rest. She wrote, knowing that each message would remain unanswered. Nevertheless, she still smiled and remained happy just for the mere fact that she had him as her own, even if he wasn’t there to share it back.

How incredible...

Over time when you got to develop your own bond with her, though it was miniscule, you at least got to enjoy the moments where her laughs, smiles, the words and the sound of her voice as she spoke them, were all directed to you whenever you engaged in friendly conversation. There were so many days you had wished Vicky’s release from class was delayed just so you could enjoy more moments talking with her roommate.

It was uncontrollable, the desire to hear her, to be with her, and to bask in her scent, it was all too much for you to handle. In the end, after putting up with Vicky’s secret rendezvous and overlooking everything for the sake of convenience, that desire to be with Y/N pushed you to end your relationship with Vik, even knowing that a blossoming relationship with Y/N was nearly impossible now that you would have no leverage to maintain contact with her. That, and the fact that she stayed true to the love she had in her heart for Samuel.

You weren’t sure how to go about it, the way it screamed at you and berated you to kill off the relationship was so sudden, all you could do was ignore Vicky and take the time to repose, and to find a way to tell her how you’ve known about her lack of commitment and her hidden agendas, how the end was coming, you just didn’t know when or how to go about it. However, it took a lot longer than you had thought, and before you could even process the approach, it had already been weeks since you last saw Vicky, or her roommate.

The night of your frat brothers party, you retracted from the original plan to go. In fact, you had second thoughts about going beforehand upon figuring Vicky would be there.

When you had gone to the park that morning, you intended to stay for an hour, instead, you stayed the entire day as Jake texted and called you asking of your whereabouts, questioning if you were still going to make an appearance at the party. A few deep breaths in and you head back to your room, unsure of what convinced you to follow through, you ended up going as originally planned.

Walking through the entrance, silently nodding at everyone who greeted, you walked over to the kitchen bar where you had texted Jake to meet you. As you tilted your head back in sipping your drink, the horizon of your view expanded, and you notice a sight to behold. It’s hard to explain how she makes you feel whenever you see her, especially for the first time in weeks, it felt as if you had lived your life in black and white, and she was the only thing you saw in color.

That night was the only other time you had seen her with her hair down loosely, the first being when you saw her prior to meeting her. Only this time, you got to appreciate it closer, not from a distance.

Her lips once again stained a rouge shade, a vivid color that you’ve only seen in rose petals, never on a person.

Those wide eyes and dark lashes still held the angelic appeal but carried danger the way the simple black liner traced her lash line and winged out, she was both heaven and hell, and it captivated your senses. The smile formulated by those rose petaled lips was directed at you once she turned her head and recognized who it was that she made mild eye contact with.

There was a new sense that slowly started to beat inside you, and it grew each minute that passed. As you walked over to greet her, your heart was steady and you had no problems maintaining your composure, but this newfound urge hammered at your heart the more you closed the distance between you two. Her scent was hard to diffuse, you’ve never smelled anything so light and airy on a woman before. It wasn’t harsh, but it couldn’t be overlooked either.

The closer you got, the more of it you were able to inhale, it almost smelled like the sweetness of plum and magnolia, it was only subtle by the way it penetrated your nostrils, not at all the way it lingered in your head for days.

When you heard her spoke, you immediately pieced the puzzling urge that appeared the moment you saw her. After noticing the stray piece of hair that delicately crossed her cheek and saddled at the corner of her mouth, the glow of her skin beneath it providing contrast, she looked like a marvelous painting that had been harshly marked by a careless stroke of a brush. Yet it made her look otherworldly as it reflected the freedom of her beauty to express itself through her carefree charm.

You didn’t think twice about it, your instinct pulsed you to gently move it aside, and watched as the friendly smile dawning her lips, transitioned to a surprised and seldom one as it remained, giving you comfort and joy.

It grew back wider as she expressed gratitude while she tried her best to keep her nerves from showing through. That’s when you realized that you not only wanted to appreciate her in a loving and compassionate manner, but the urge within you also wanted to please her and yourself in a bizarre arrangement.

There was a part of you that wanted to keep that gentle, pure, and angelic aura intact, unharmed, and protected. Yet, there was also a part of you that wanted to please her through pain, burning lust, and tormenting peaks of euphoria.

You wanted to hold her and break her at the same time, to hear her sing and scream, and to watch her smile and gloom for mercy. Never have you felt this way before, not with Vicky, or the girls from past relations. This was something new, something stronger and sudden. There was a twisted sensation that tightened and burned in your groin and chest, it was a feeling that yearned for satisfaction like no other, both painful and pleasing. The sudden realization hit you after some moments when you reminded yourself that there was no way for you to satisfy that urge, she was too good natured to ever hurt the one she loved.

As if your thoughts were heard, the course of the night’s events not only caused her sudden departure from the party, it led to something else...

It felt like she took away every illuminating essence along with her as the room, the house, and the yard felt darker and empty with her no longer being present.

Leaving the frenzy of the crowd to ascertain the event of you pushing Gabe down, everyone scurried as you disappeared from the scene, and walked back to your car. Once inside, you didn’t immediately start the engine, instead, you sat and watched the frenzy make its way outside. Continuing your observation of the scene, you carelessly watched Vicky and Gabe walk over to his car, and take their leave, secretly hoping they would go anywhere but back to the dorm.

Remaining stagnant, another twenty minutes or so went by before you started up your car and made your way back to your room, when the memorized image of Y/n’s face in discomfort flashed in your memory, and the need to console her was too pungent for you to ignore. So, you drove past your frat house, and made your way to her room, knowing full well she'd be there.

Once you had parked your car, you were hesitant to move. Instead, you remained seated and continued to observe the lot, occasionally looking up to the upper end of the building, observing the window to her room. It remained dark, with no sign of life. You contemplated on whether she even came back to her room or not, but a feeling deep inside your brain told you that she was in there. Taking one last glance at her window, you took your keys and got out of the car.

Entering the room was the most depressing feeling you’ve felt in your life, as you walked over towards Vicky’s side of the room just to observe from afar, studying the side belonging to the one that you wanted to be with.

The light coming from her phone casted a cone of brightness that blocked the view of her face, you walked over and took in a hazy view of her, appearing to be asleep.

Initially, you picked up the phone to shut off the screen, when the face of it snagged your attention as the verbiage of an email outlined the end of the one thing she had solely been keeping alive. Even though you had a gut feeling based on his inactivity, it still was shocking that he was willing to let go of something otherworldly such as her.

Realizing that she was in pain that you could only imagine, the prospect of viewing her as someone who is free for your pursuance did not come into mind, not at all. Instead, you took a moment and looked down at her lying form as her phone remained in your hand.

The shape of her body was transcendental, the smooth and delicate curves from her hips, waistline, and her breasts contrasted from her surroundings. The crease of her cleavage cradled lightly by the natural rest of her arms as she lay on her side with a very faint curve of the fetal position. The length of her hair lay draped all around her enhanced her despair as you could assume by the placement, that she threw herself on the bed as she cried, evident by the wet streams that decorated her face. For the first time, you saw Y/n broken.

You read the contents of the email, not giving any second thought that it was a total invasion of her privacy, it didn’t matter. Now that she was in the state of abysmal pain, you intended to fix it, to fix her.

You wanted to fix her, so that you could break her yourself, but not in the same manner or concept that Samuel did. Unlike him, you wanted to have her forever, so you could fix and break her all over again. Fixing, and breaking in ways that are beautiful, terrible, and pleasurable in nature.

Initiating contact, you engaged in the bittersweet conversation that caused her more grief than she could handle, you reached out, offering your willingness to take care of her. Unaware of how you were going to do it, she accepted, and even though she may have felt regret soon after feeling the aggressiveness of your ardor, she hung on and remained resilient as she took in all of you, good, bad, soft, and hard. You gave it, and she took it.

The sensation of her body was nothing you’ve ever felt before. It was incredible, pleasureful, and exciting. You could feel the rush of the blood flowing through every part of your body, all collecting towards the part of you that was tearing into her. It pulsates in waves that made you even harder, wanting more.

The tension in your body built up and tightened, somehow you knew that the only way it could be released is by entering inside her. Every fiber of your being wanted her in measures that you never knew of, there was nothing you had ever wanted as badly as her, and there she was, trapped in your embrace, violently being moved by the impact of each thrust.

Being inside her felt smooth, soft, and finer than silk. You could feel everything, her body was the most natural place in the world for you to be in, and the rhythm of you going in and out was constant and easy to speed up or slow down.

Each thrust adding on to the building pleasure as you breached a feeling of tension and heightened pressure, your muscles tightened, your skin numbing and tingling, and your jaw clenching in ecstasy. All of which brought you to the brink of an explosion that was coming. The only desire you had at that moment was to release that tension and to let it all out inside her.

Hearing her cries, her moans, her pleads for you to slow down or go softer, only brought out the burning rage of your other half, the one that carried the deep and dark side of your desires. Unable to resist, you let the dark side of you take over and the urge to break her became stronger as you thrusted deeper, faster, and harder.

Watching fresh tears stream down her face and hearing her scream as you inch closer to the sensitive spot that tickled you at the tip, made it almost impossible for you to not do more.

Licking and biting her neck, grabbing on to her skin harshly, and adding a bite to each thrust, you became rough as you felt her trembling, breaking, and being torn apart. You felt the waves of pleasure pulsate against her walls as they repeatedly tap on your cock, vibrating as she gyrated her hips trying to escape from something that was painful and pleasurable to her. Just seconds of feeling the soft tissues of her flesh clenching, squeezing, and sucking you in, the stream of release explodes, and the tension goes with it.

The calming of the storm comes in, and you felt more peaceful and relaxed than you had ever been in your life, feeling the tension releasing inside her as the walls of her body closes in and would have pushed you out had you not remained hard and possibly ready for more. It was strange to feel tired and energetic at the same time, however, the sensation was too good, and you wanted to do it all over again, as long as it was with her.

Gazing at her face, the expression reflected pleasure, the hint of pain had disappeared as you saw, very faintly under slightly open lids, her iris rolling up towards the back of her head as her mouth remained open spewing out moans.

Before, her moans carried a sense of whine and pain, only coming out as you pushed them out of her with the punch of each thrust.

Now, they were freely coming out on their own, and there were no hints of pain, no whining, and no pleading tones, just pure sensual pleasure. You remained propped on your knees as you laid her on her back, your cock still inside her, regaining hardness from the sounds she was making. Her head was shifted to the side, hair plastered to her face, only the tip of her nose and the faint silhouette of her lips and lashes could be seen from her side profile. Leaning in, burrowing your dick inside her deeply, you remained still as you watched, something unusual and remarkable was happening before your very eyes.

Her body started to move in waves, they were subtle yet deep. Her hand rises to caress her breast, upon feeling herself she tilts her head, digging it into the pillow she rested on. Her moans became more vibrant, her inner walls clenching and pulling you in, causing you to melt inside her. The rise of her breasts as she took in deep breaths, brewed against your chest, while her hips remained waving against your groin, a side of her you’ve never seen before. It was dark, deep, desirable.

You were intrigued by the way she expressed her desire for more, when suddenly, she starts to shift her head to face you front on, your features become parallel to one another. There was a change in the way she looked at you, her eyes remained wide, yet not as round, her lids had fallen slightly heavy, causing the shape to appear almost feline; they were sultry, sensual, and carried immense sex appeal.

The placid expression she held was completely different than how it normally looked, the angelic and pure essence was no longer there. This time, it was overwhelmingly seductive and bold, it was mystique. Licking her slightly parted lips, and biting down, she doesn’t say a single word yet fully communicates to you that she was wanting more. It was a version of her that you never expected to see, or never would have thought to imagine.

The sound of her voice ranged in a higher pitch, as she calmly tells you,

“More…”

It was pleasant, even though your eyebrows raised in shock as you smirked in fascination. This woman never ceases to captivate you.

Then you came to fully understand, Y/N was very similar to you. She had a deep and dark side that burned with desire, yet her lack of experiencing such pleasure suppressed it as she remained unaware that a feeling so strong ever existed. Where girls such as Vicky, who had experienced orgasms and the peak of sexual pleasure, developed and became aware of that side of themselves, flaunting a hint of it or fully displaying it during sex.

Y/N, never had that advantage.

Somehow, she had missed out, and remained blindly unaware of the fullest potentials of sex and lust. Even though you had roughly the same experience, you at least got to know what it was like to cum, regardless how weak it had been with the others. But Y/n never got that chance and carried too good of a heart to use any creativity to get herself there on her own.  

Trapped in the enchantment of her changed spirit, you find yourself drowning in bliss, because not only do you get the joy of having her when she is the light, you get to have her when she is the darkness. She was perfect and became everything you needed in life, the answer to your problems and the only thing that carried the pristine natural beauty. She was paradise.

She was Eden.

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The Gentlest Of Bulls (Fire Emblem: Three Hopes)

Heyo! Guess who wrote a Fire Emblem fic and completely forgot about it? This gal!

Okay but really- it wasn't so much I forgot about it but more so I forgot I never shared it. This is for the lovely @gladdygirl18! It's been a hot minute since I've touched anything Fire Emblem related but I hope y'all enjoy this little ol' fic!

Summary: Felix makes it a point to carry Dimitri to bed- literally. Sometimes antics occur.

It started off as a joke. Kinda.

When Dimitri gave Felix the more-or-less official title of “right hand man”, the first thing the newly promoted soldier did was throw him over his shoulders and lug him to bed. If asked, Felix would give various reasons why he did it.

“It’s the middle of the night; you’d probably get lost.”

“It’s training- people get stronger carrying others.”

“You’d be in here forever moping- at least mope where you can sleep.”

“Stop asking questions, boar prince.”

Before long- it became a habit. If Dimitri lingered too long in his thoughts all alone, if he was training himself to near exhaustion, if he was starting to slip and forget to take care of himself; Felix was right there to pick him back up- literally.

“Felix, while I appreciate the gesture- I can walk back myself.” Dimitri was once again being carried piggyback style- his toes just grazing the dirt path beneath feet as Felix hiked him up further. He was grateful for nightfall- there was no one to bear witness to his burning face as Felix stubbornly refused to put him down. “I promise I’ll make it to bed.”

“You said that last time, and then I found you by the river.” Felix sounded a tad breathless- was Dimitri too heavy? “I’m this close to locking you in for the night, but knowing you, you’d probably bust the door down in your sleep.”

“That was years ago! I couldn’t help my sleepwalking!” Dimitri protested, feeling his ears start to burn. Even embarrassed, he couldn’t hide the laugh in his voice as the memory took shape in his mind. A young prince, so dazed he didn’t bother opening the door properly- he just walked right through it.

“Yeah yeah, just like you couldn't help breaking that one sword when you were nine?” Felix rolled his eyes, affection warming his annoyed tone. “You were like a bull in a china shop back then. Some say you still are- how many needles did you break learning to sew?”

Dimitri didn’t retort with words. Instead, his hand reached out to squeeze Felix’s side, mid-ribs. The swordsman jolted with a yelp, nearly dropping the blonde on his ass. “Don’t you dare- Dimitri!”

“What? Too bullish for you?” Dimitri was grinning- he could hear it in his voice. The hand squeezed again, lighter this time and far more ticklish. “Come now- don’t tell me my right hand man is as frail as fine china.”

“Shut the hehhell up!” Felix grunted, trying to retain his balance while the other continued his game, fingers pressing into various parts of his ribs with gentle pressure. “If you keeeheep dohoing that I’ll droohohop you in the stahahables!”

“That’s all the way on the other side of camp. You can certainly try.” Dimitri’s hands wormed their way up to Felix’s armpits, making him properly stumble. “But I can’t say you’ll make it all the way there.”

“Dahahahmnit you bohohoar, Stahahahp!” Falling on his front, Felix twisted and turned, trying to ward off the other’s hands as Dimitri sat comfortably on his hips, thumbs pressing into the centers of both arms. “Yohoohohohu’re a pahahahhahain!”

“And you’re too ticklish to be sassy. Don’t think I forgot about this one spot.” Dimitri’s hands dropped to Felix’s waist, squeezing. That earned him a rather embarrassing squeal. “Or this one.” He reached back and skittered his fingers against Felix’s thigh, nearly taking a heel to the head. “And of course- this one. I believe this was Sylvain’s favorite.” He ran a finger down Felix’s spine, slowly with just barely any pressure. The Swordsman arched with a squawk, his laughter near silent at each new touch. “Your back has always been pretty bad, huh?”

“BOOOHOHOHOAR, ENOHOOHOHOUGH!” Felix cried, cheeks red and eyes wet with mirth. His laugh faded in and out with each new prod and scribble, and he pounded a fist into the ground; hoping it would alleviate the feeling. “THIS IS EMBAHAHAHARAHAHAHSING!”

“Am I a bull in a china shop?” Dimitri asked.

“OF COHOOHOHURSE YOU AHHAHHARE!”

“Wrong answer.” Fingers came back to his spine, muting his laughter once more.

“Wanna try again?” Dimitri asked as he moved his hands back to Felix’s sides, squeezing beneath his ribs. The swordsman buried his face in his hands, trying to muffle the sound while his arms pressed tightly to his sides. “Hm?”

“FIIHIHIHNE, YOHOOOHOHUR NOHOHOHOOHT!”

“Not what?”

“A BUUHUHUHULL IN A CHIHIHINA SHOOHOHOP!”

“What am I then?” Dimitri traced fingers against Felix’s neck, making him shrink up and wheeze.

“DIHIIHIIMA STAHHAHAHAP!”

Dima. The blonde felt his heart tighten at the old nickname. Felix hasn’t called him that since Glenn died. Releasing him, he sat on Felix’s left, watching the other gasp for air as he curled in on himself.

“Yohohohu freaking suhuhuck.” Felix groaned, going to glare. “Whahaht the hell are you smihihihling about?”

“Nothing. I just…I miss this.” Dimitri nodded, gesturing between them. “I missed playing with you like this.”

“Whehere not kids anymore.” Felix’s response was automatic, but he didn’t sound firm. If anything, he let himself melt into the grass- strands of black hair falling into his face from where they escaped his ponytail. “We’re in the middle of war.”

“I know that. I just…I guess it’s nice. To forget about it all for a moment.” Dimitri tucked a knee against his chest, resting against it. “I know I shouldn’t be. As their king and leader…”

“Shut up. I don’t need you getting all weepy on me.” Felix reached out and flicked his leg- the move useless against Dimitri’s armor. “I get it. It was…nice. It felt like before.” There was a new flush on Felix’s cheeks, one that made the blonde smile. “I guess I don’t mind moments like that from time to time.” Then he glared, cutting through the moment briefly. “But if you ever tickle me again, I’m gonna cut your head off clean from your shoulders.”

Anyone else would have cowered in fear. Dimitri only laughed. Before long- Felix was laughing just as hard, their voices carrying through the abandoned campyard.

Thanks for reading!

[swugie]

Things we could do at the fall festival together:

~list made specifically for YOU~

Hugging under all the fun lights, just looking at each other, and maybe when/if the moment is right… kissing each other passionately

Sharing a pulled pork parfait together: two forks, one cup style ;p

Holding hands while walking

Holding hands while waiting in line for rides

Playing games together or against each other competitively >;3c

Winner gives the loser their prize hehe

Riding the Ferris wheel together

Sneaking in lil snacks to eat on the Ferris wheel

Showing you the whole fair from the top, just looking at your eyes as the lights reflect in them as you look out at the whole town

Sweetly walking me home and kissing me at my doorway

Texting you about how sweet and cute and fun and innocent our first day was, not being able to contain excitement that you’re just here and real and experiencing one of my favorite things for the first time

Coming over to my house for the first time to get absolutely blasted off the bong before our first full day at the festival together

Getting waaaaay tooooo high and needing to just chill on the couch hehehe snuggling with you and rubbing my head on you while we calm down

Picking me up outta fucking nowhere and being liek, “alright I’m ready, let’s go” and literally carrying me out the door while I’m laughing and screaming in a fun way hehe

Kissing your cheek and neck as you carry me but eventually making you set me down cuz I wanna be independent

Only agreeing to if I hold your hand the whoooooole time, cuz you don’t wanna lose me in such a big crowd 🥺

Feeling our size difference in that, in that moment

You putting my ride wrist band on my wrist

Me putting your ride wrist band on your wrist

Looking into each other’s eyes after and just blushing, feeling the commitment of riding rides together XD

Waiting in lines together, finding the best and funniest things to talk about, sharing stories, laughing and smiling soooo much

Your energy shift yelling at guys to fuck off when they cat call me, being genuinely mad, and just helping focus on breath

You grabbing me VERY close and hiding my ass by putting it up against you and covering my chest with a hug from behind while we wait the rest of the time hehe kissing my forehead and reassuring me that you just wanna respect me and never look at me like they do

Melting in your arms and just feeling soooo warm

Getting to ride the ring of fire and scissors and freak out and galacticon and thunder bolt and the freak out again like at least 5 times XD

Needing to sit down after a ride and just taking some time to chill after all the excitement, rubbing your back and kissing your neck and cheek or just giving you space but still being close while we work it out

“Sorry baby, no more rides for today, that was A LOT”

Going back to my house to take a little nap in my bed or just collapsing on the couch together

Rubbing and kissing on each other as the light seeps in and we hear all the screams from the rides

“Wanna get a beer?” :3c once you’re up and we’re discussing what all we want to do for the rest of the day

“If I can pick out your outfit”

Picking out the skimpiest, pinkest outfit for me,,,

Me getting all embarrassed /)~(\ but you starting to rub on me and convince me that I’d look soooooooo pretty in the outfit you picked out for me

Putting it on and still just feeling embarrassed, you coming up behind me in the mirror, whispering in my ear that I look so good 🥺 once I start whining you start groping me really hard and tell me to open my eyes and look at how pretty I am, especially accidentally pressing my ass against your cock like this, instinctually without even trying,,, I didn’t even notice until you said something, and in that moment I feel your cock twitch against me

Getting me all worked up and then forcing me to calm down just a little by playing with my hair. getting me to calm further while you comb it with your fingers, splitting my hair completely down the middle and putting up each of the two sections to make pigtails

“Open your eyes baby, look, I finished the final touch to your perfect outfit”

Opening them and making a shocked face,,, feeling more embarrassed, Turning around and putting my face into your chest

Taking advantage of the mirror and groping my ass for your viewing pleasure

Pulling my skirt up and my panties to the side, inspecting my holes, sensual but hard, just a little bit before slapping my ass and letting my skirt fall back to its place

“Be a big girl for me, let’s go get a beer in your new cute outfit”

Holding your hand, sucking on a sucker, taking the alleyways to go to my favorite bar

Actually not being able to hold yourself back and pushing me up against a wall and asking me very roughly if I know what I’m doing when I look and act like that

I start softly crying and act all confused, why are you being mean now? What am I even doing wrong? :c

“Just, shut the fuck up” you grunt

You pull my skirt up and start groping my ass, rubbing my pussy through my panties, breathing heavy on my neck

Without recognizing, im grinding my ass against your hand and hard cock

You unzip your pants and start rubbing yourself all over my ass, slapping your cock on me

I try to push your cock away and you grab my hand in an instant, then grab my other hand and put my arms behind my back, holding both of them with one of your hand, while using the other to shove your cock in me

The silent scream I let out when I feel you start pumping into me

Leaning over to whisper in my ear, “I’m so happy we met”

[megistusdiary]

hey there comrade~~ can u write anything with ayato being a mean dom im literally desperate for anything,,,,, and can u keep it gender neutral?? ily thank u~~~~~~ (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

i have gotten so many requests for like brat taming or mean dom ayato. i respect that lmao. so, get ready for a lot of that 🤌

also i am so sorry it's taking me so long to get through these asks. i am graduating on friday!

warnings: mean dom!ayato and sub!gender neutral anatomy/pronouns reader

penetration (sub!receiving), doggy-style, riding, spanking, marking, reader calls ayato 'sir', degradation, hair-pulling, *slight* nipple play

ayato's hand came down once more on your ass, smacking the skin hard as you lurched forwards. his eyes gleamed with excitement as you let out little whines and gasps, struggling to hold yourself up on the bed.

ayato's hips pounded into yours, hands holding your waist in a grip guaranteed to bruise. he pulled you back to match his tempo, pressing deeper into you.

a particularly deep thrust had you keening, letting out an embarrassing noise you tried to muffle in the bedsheets. ayato was having absolutely none of that, however.

he leaned over your back, moving one of his hands to card through your hair. tangling his fingers in the strands, he pulled your head up, arching you back towards him. his chest pressed to your back as he leaned to meet you halfway, breath hitting the shell of your ear.

"i thought i told you i want to hear every little pathetic noise that comes out of those lips. hm? don't disobey me again." ayato hissed into your ears, still managing to sound calm and regal.

you nodded, mumbling out a "sorry, sir."

he released your head, watching you fall forwards and struggle to pull yourself on your forearms. he picked up his pace sometime while you tried to regain your bearings, making it ten times harder.

you settled for laying limply on the bed, head tipped to the side so ayato could hear you while he fucked you. deciding he was bored, he slapped your ass a few more times, hearing you cry out for him.

he pushed down on your back further, making you arch for him as he changed the angle of his hips. you practically screamed as he suddenly abused the spot he knew you loved. he felt you shake under his hands, trembling as he hit the spot perfectly.

"s-sir, oh- oh my-" you struggled to speak, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as ayato smirked. he could feel you tightening around him, keeping his dick in a vice grip.

"oh? are you getting close?" he knew the answer, you knew he did too, but you chose to nod rapidly.

"please- let me-"

"let you come? if you're that desperate to come-" he pulled out, hearing you whine and try to reach back for him. "then work for it."

he suddenly flipped the positions, leaning back against the headboard. he observed you carefully as you were still laying down in front of him. you stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes as he scoffed.

"don't tell me your head is that empty." he snapped as you shivered, pulling yourself up. you crawled over to him on the bed, staring at his dick, eyes switching to look up at him. "on top. now."

you pulled yourself up onto his lap, legs shaky as you kneeled over him. he allowed you to place your hands on his shoulders for purchase as you tried to slowly sink onto him.

having none of that, ayato pulled you down himself, holding you tightly as you writhed. the change of position had him hitting much deeper. ayato huffed as you held onto his shoulders, slapping your ass again as his eyes narrowed.

he gripped your chin tightly, pulling you to look him in the eyes. "i suggest you start moving, unless you don't want to-"

you immediately started moving your hips desperately, riding him the best you could. shaky moans slipped past your lips as you did your best, hovering over his lap. his hand fell from your chin, tracing down your throat, teasing over your nipples as you shivered. he pinched each one, feeling you push your chest into his hand.

he leaned over, mouthing at the skin under your jaw. you felt him sucking marks into your throat, head tipping back to allow him room. he bit down more firmly on the skin by your shoulders, admiring the light indents of his canines.

he smirked at how pliant you were being, finding it almost endearing. he could feel your pace slowing, thighs growing tired as you began to fall onto his chest.

"i can't, sir-" your voice sounded soft as you leaned onto his shoulder. he sighed, sounding irritated as he pulled your face back up.

"then i suppose you should find a compromise that will satisfy us both. otherwise, i don't think you'll be coming any time soon, sweetheart."

[erodasfishtacos]

ST. PAUL

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

-

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[hart269]

Casualties

Pairing : Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary : Sometimes our actions leads to casualties we couldn't aspect.

Warning : Major Spoilers for Daredevil 2019 comic.

A/N : Not me trying to write whatever I can before I have to leave for college.

Masterlist / Charlie Cox Masterlist

Matt was out again. You knew he needed time to recover but as stubborn as he was, it was hard to stop him, even if he had been quite literally hit by a truck. But as always in Matt Murdock style, he bounced back really quick, so much that even his physical therapist was surprised never seeing such a fast recovery.

You sighed looking out of the window, shivering a little as cold winds blew from it littering your arms with goosebumps causing you to rub them slightly. You resumed your work on the computer, you had been completing the work you had taken off to take care of Matt, also to distract yourself from the black hole of your thoughts.

Despite his reassurances that he will be "fine", you still waited for him, knowing he will be tired to properly patch himself up, dare if something happens. Cause even if you two had argued over this fact multiple times, you wouldn't be able to sleep in peace knowing he could be hurt and bleeding.

--

The Devil was yet out again, unable to stop the itch, which had only grown substantially since he had been gone. He knew both you and Foggy wouldn't fully aprove of this but he needed to people to know that he wasn't hiding. And taking advantage of the time he was gone, crime had picked up again.

The more the people saw him, the more the word travelled, the more people feared before commiting a crime. The Devil was on hunt, even if he wasn't as graceful as before, he needed to be.

His ears suddenly perked up as heard robbers, three blocks away. He quickly reached the store and jumped on the robbers, relishing in the way there heart beat rised. He had missed it. Just then a gun was fired near him, well he hadn't missed the excessively loud bang that came with his super-hearing.

He still fought them viciously, beating them up until another robber, the one who was hiding from the cameras smashed a bottle into his head. Another bang and the liquor shop caught on fire. He was down now, being beaten up. He was barely able to defeat them. Smoke filled his lungs as slid down the car, clutching his wound.

He heard sirens from around two blocks away, he knew he needed to get away. Fisk had many cops under orders to arrest "heroes" on sight. One block. And just as the officers got out of cars, they barely caught a glimpse of the red suit before he disappeared in the smoke.

Matt climbled to the nearby rooftop and was sitting there breathing heavily. He had fought Hulk, Ultron, an army of ninjas but today he had barely escaped from the clutches of death fighting three robbers.

It took quite a while when he returned, stumbling from the window, he heard your heartbeat suddenly rise as you stood up from the chair nearby, you had dozed off in. You blinked, groaning as you got up and closed your laptop quickly once you realised who it was, "Matt" you replied, your voice a little hoarse as you scanned over his multiple injuries.

He wanted to tell you that you should have gone to sleep instead of sitting there and working, but tonight he was grateful that you were there. He took a few steps towards you before stumbling in your arms. You wrapped your arms around him rubbing his back, "Are you okay?"

He just groaned not giving you an absolute answer, he buried his face in your neck, his eyes drooping as tiredness begin to sink in his bones, his muscles aching. You gently dragged him and took off his suit, to clean his wounds and patch him up. He didn't talk much, he rarely did in a time like this.

After making sure he wasn't actively bleeding anymore, you and Matt got to bed from where he fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, his face buried in your shoulder. Stroaking his hair, you drifted off soon too.

You woke somewhere still in the night in dire need of water, you sighed as you drank, releiving your parched throat. You checked your phone for the time that's when all the notifications caught your eye. Unable to wait until the moring, you decided to open them.

For an absolute minute, you sat there in silence in the dark, shock filling your body as you read the news on your phone, the light illuminated your wide eyes as you took a sharp breath and turned your head to glance at the man covered in bandages passed out blissfully on the bed.

You didn't know whether the news was true or fake, the large part of you believing the latter but there was still a small part of you that feared it could be true as you glanced back at the headline.

INFAMOUS VIGILANTE DAREDEVIL HAD BEEN SEEN BEATING UP THREE ROBBERS, TWO ALIVE AND ONE DEAD.

[muffindaddystyles]

Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

.

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

..

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

..

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

[boba-beom]

❥ whisker dimples | choi beomgyu

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader genre: fluff, crack | oneshot warning(s): mentions of food, beomgyu’s a simp hehe, a kith or two is shared 👉👈, not proof read (i’m sorry) wc: 1.5k note: this may or may not be a little something for one of my favourite bamtoris 🥺 @scintillasofbeomgyu happy birthday again my love, I wish you the best for everything and in anything you do, it’s not much but i hope you like this hehe have a splendid day ♡ 

During the past few weeks you felt like you needed to change your appearance, and in that case you were in dire need of a haircut — or well, that’s what you thought. Was there a reason? Not really, but must there be a reason for this spontaneous hair cut?

Indeed. Choi Beomgyu. He’s the reason.

It was fair to say that since he grew out his hair, and gradually obtained his now-signature wolf cut, he has been thriving with this sudden aura. And perhaps you wanted to try that out too, or maybe a little part of you just wanted to match with him.

Your contemplative thoughts were unexpectedly interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, looking down at the screen to see that it was Beomgyu calling. You almost immediately answer it just from one glance.

“Yaaaaahhh!” You flinch your head away from the speaker of your phone, retracting your arm practically an arm length away from your face. “Can we meet today? I miss you and it’s been so long since I last saw you. I don’t even know when the last time was. I don’t think I even remember what you look like anymore.” You chuckle at his sudden outburst of exaggerated remarks.

“Gyu, you’re silly~ but hmm... I don’t know if we can meet...” Beomgyu senses the deliberate pout in your voice and he huffs at your response.

“Y/n~ I’m literally picking up tteokbokki right now, unless you don’t want to share, then I guess I’ll just have it all for myself-”

“OKAY! Okay, we can meet at the park. You’re lucky I like you.” Your voice hushed at the end of your sentence, immediately blushing even though you’ve told him plenty times over how much you liked him. It’s just a matter of time when you’ll be hearing the same.

Beomgyu chuckles over the phone, it was breathy and you were thankful that it wasn’t a video call otherwise he’d notice your flustered state. “Sorry, could you repeat that last part? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Don’t push it.” You listen out for his laugh once more before ending the call to go and get your hair cut.

You arrive first at the park, knowing that no matter how early he says he would be he’d still end up arriving later than you. It didn’t take you long to lay out the picnic blanket with your bluetooth speaker on one corner and your tote bag on the other corner; holding it down from being blown away by the slight breeze.

It’s been a few minutes since you sat down, even finished your daily social media scroll, and you were about to text him. “Hi stranger.” Your head shoots up to meet with his tapioca pearl-like eyes, glistening with mirrored admiration. One hand is carrying a plastic bag with what seems to be a large tub of tteokbokki, but in the other was a red rose intertwined in his fingers.

“Beomgyu? What is this?” You receive the rose as he sits beside you and opens up the tub in front of you both, laying out two pairs of chopsticks for you both.

“It’s a rose, silly.” He shakes his head, sarcastically rolling his eyes at you until you lightly tap his head with the fragrant flower. Again, his chuckles were an immediate boost of serotonin. “I just thought I’d give some copy cat a rose for effort. You know, for trying to copy my hair style.” Beomgyu playfully sticks out his tongue at you, throwing his head back and laughing once he received the expression he was looking for. You bite the inside of your cheeks, apprehensive to let him see that you want to laugh with him.

Your eyes scan his bright complexion, his eyes slightly creasing on the outer corners, nose slightly scrunched and his smile reaching from ear to ear, but this other adorable feature of his drew your attention away quick enough — his whisker dimples. His laugh seems so heartfelt that you couldn’t help but to let out a slight chortle.

“I mean, I think I look better with this hair cut than you do.” You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders. All you hear from Beomgyu on the other hand is a click of his tongue, an attempt to seem unbothered, but realistically he was pleased that you think you look good.

You’re sitting cross legged, palms beside you as you lean back slightly. The slight breeze is once again present from the way the hairs framing your face cover up a little more than Beomgyu liked. “You know,” he began, his fingers collect the stray hairs and tuck them securely behind your ear. “My girl is so pretty— hell, she’s beautiful.”

He leans back, mimicking your position but still searching your face for some sort of reaction. But you were stunned. My girl. Beautiful. It wasn���t all the time you get to hear your crush, never mind your best friend, say those words to you. Eventually, you shut your eyes briefly to recollect your breathing pattern.

“I like you. A lot. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I don’t regret taking that last tub of tteokbokki.” At this point it was difficult to not crack a smile, the apples of your cheeks start to form after he reminded you of the first time you met, when he took the last tub that you were reaching out for, but he felt bad at some point and asked if you wanted to share it.

Though you’ve been together and almost behaved like you've been attached by the hip since then, you were the first to voice out your feelings toward him but you didn’t want to force an answer out of him instantly. Yet here you are, sitting on a picnic blanket that you’ve used plenty of times to eat the same snack that’s become both your favourites, and Beomgyu confessing to you like you’ve daydreamed of.

You shuffle in your place, adjusting to sit up and face him directly. “I’m so glad you took that last tub,” leaning forward, you lay a hand on his cheek and placed a short, chaste kiss on his lips. They were so soft, so gentle. You hear him let out a sigh once your lips disconnected, watching his eyes widen at you as he traps his bottom lip between his teeth, daring to not let the smirk show through but failed miserably.

“Do that again, I wasn’t ready.” He puckers his lips, making exaggerated kissy noises as you nudge him. Your cheeks were burning and you thought that might just have been the boldest thing you’ve done. Your eyes travel to the two soft lines on either side of his nose as he laughs at your response, admiring the way it fades but returns from when he laughs too hard.

For a moment, his laugh turned into a quiet chuckle. His eyes focused on one of yours, watching his lashes feather downward as they flicker to glance at your lips, tracing the outline of your cupid’s bow and back up to your other eye. You were, for some reason, too hesitant to lean it again. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears that the Choi Beomgyu is yours, and you are his.

He leans in, slowly snaking a hand behind your neck and the other at the small of your back, bringing you closer towards him. “Be my person?” Only mere centimetres away from each other’s faces you nod slowly until your foreheads touch, and that was Beomgyu’s cue to proceed with his actions. His lips moved with in sync with yours, lasting a little longer than the first kiss you shared, taking advantage of the very little space between you, he drags you swiftly onto his lap.

A sudden soft moan was let out between you and for all you knew, that sure wasn’t you. Your arms are draped over his shoulders as you disconnect for the second time, hearing Beomgyu whine ever so slightly as you lean away from his third attempt. “You’re so cute. You’re getting a little too into it, and we’re at a park.”

“I don’t care, you’re a good kisser and now I think my most favourite thing about you are your kisses.” You glare at him and push at his shoulder with no strength, thinking that’s all you were to him. He cleared his throat feeling your stare pierce right through him. “I mean, after your personality, of course.”

“I thought so.” You break a smile, watching him replicate yours before resting the side of his head at the base of your neck. Today was a good day, and you felt like you could stay sitting like this forever, because what did you have to lose? Beomgyu’s arms wrap around your waist, hands alternating in rubbing minuscule circles on your back that seemed so relaxing.

Once again, you hear him clear his throat, feeling the slight vibrations through your chest.

“Hey, Y/n. I think the tteokbokki’s cold.”

[tobesolonely]

grammy night

A/n: like most of you, watching harry perform WS did something to me. i rushed to my computer to write this IMMEDIATELY... not proofread but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless! Thanks @nationalharryleague​ for looking this over and hyping me up.

summary: y/n wants to show her grammy winning boyfriend just how proud she is of him💕

warnings: smut, mentions of the pandemic!

word count: ~3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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You decided that “Harry Styles, Grammy-nominated artist!” had a lovely ring to it.

Harry knew how proud you were of him; you had been making it known to him in the days leading up to his big night. You fretted over him more than you usually did, showered him in an obnoxious amount of compliments, and were the most intimate you’d ever been with him–– but who was he to complain? 

Obviously, he knew you could care less whether he won or lost, and quite frankly, he didn’t care either. Just being able to perform at the Grammy’s, much less open it, was the opportunity of a lifetime. The fact that he was hitting such a big professional milestone with you by his side just made it that much better. You were both buzzing.

It had been months since Harry had performed. You knew how much he missed being in front of a live audience and hearing people scream his name, conceited as he was. He had been spending so much time rehearsing the one song he was performing, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. Your boyfriend was a perfectionist, after all! If he was going to do something, he either did it one hundred and ten percent, or he didn’t do it at all.

Although you were used to your boyfriend’s pre-performance jitters, it still wasn’t an easy sight to see. He would pace so much that beads of sweat would collect in his hairline; he’d shake, tremble, and have to be reminded to breathe. You’d think after ten years of doing this he would be a pro, but he was only human, after all. 

“Been so long since I performed in front of people,” Harry muttered to you, examining his reflection in his make-shift dressing room. “‘M nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous,” you reply, coming up behind him to rub his shoulders. He shoots you a look in the mirror. “I know it’s easier said than done but you have nothing to worry about. It’s “Watermelon Sugar” honey–– you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve performed this one dozens of times.”

“Things are jus’ so different now,” his voice drops an octave. “What if people are tired of the song?”

“I don’t think people are tired of the song.”

“It played on the radio a lot. Came out in 2019––”

“...And you’ve been busy with other things. No one’s gonna be upset that you haven’t released new music in the middle of a pandemic H, I promise you.”

Harry’s gaze meets yours again in the mirror briefly before he tilts his head back, silently asking for a kiss. You plant one on his lips before grabbing a tissue from a small table beside him, dabbing at his hairline.

“Stop sweating everything off, Harry,” you playfully scold your boyfriend. “Make-up artist has already been by to touch you up three times already, she’s probably running out of product.”

Your boyfriend lightly chuckles at this, causing you to smile. “I’ll just tell my body to cut it out. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Sounds good,” you reply, leaning down to kiss his nose. “You alright?”

You notice Harry deeply inhale. “I think so. How do I look?”

“Like a Grammy-nominated, soon-to-be Grammy-winning, artist.” 

Harry’s skin flushes. “Stop it…” The sound of three short knocks on the door of his dressing room causes panic to flood his features.

“Hey, look at me,” you gently grab your boyfriend’s chin, turning his gaze up towards yours. “It’s my job to believe in you when you don’t believe in yourself. If you get nervous just know I’ll be sitting as close to the stage as they’ll let me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, go make me proud.”

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“Breathe me in, breathe me out…”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Harry’s nerves in his dressing room were all theatrics. He was so in his element on stage, you were one hundred percent sure no one knew he was so nervous twenty minutes prior that he was turning green. He kept looking out into the small crowd, searching for you, and flashing you a dimpled grin once he did. 

You were enjoying watching him prance around the stage while trying to keep up with the band on stage, looking a bit too proud of himself when he was able to stay on the beat while rhythmically snapping his hips along to the song. As the song came to an end and the dimmed lights started coming back on, you were led back to Harry’s dressing room by one of his guards as you heard the next performer being introduced.

“How did I do?” Harry asks loudly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

His voice causes you to jump. “You scared the shit out of me! How’d you get off stage so quickly?”

Harry grabs your arm and pulls you off the couch, wrapping you in a tight, sweaty hug. “Don’t know. I basically ran to ya.”

“You did incredibly,” you tell him, lips ghosting over his. “Just like I knew you would. I don’t wanna say you were nervous for nothing, but you kinda were.”

“Don’t wanna hear your teasin’.”

“Did you see how everyone was looking at you?”

“I only saw how you were lookin’ at me. I was only lookin’ at you.”

Your body heats up at Harry’s admission, causing you to look away. “You’re so cheesy, H.”

“I think I would’ve been about fifty times more nervous if you weren’t here with me,” he presses his nose against yours. “Thank you for bein’ here, Y/N. You make this whole thing so much more doable.” Harry places one… two… three wet kisses to your cheek before pulling away, walking back over to close the door he left open during his excitement to re-join you.

“Changing?”

“Yeah,” Harry turns to look at you as he pulls off his jacket. The sight of his bare chest causes you to thickly swallow. “‘M gonna put what I was wearin’ on the red carpet back on. We’re gonna move outside.”

You simply hum in response to what Harry said, sitting back on the couch to scroll through your phone as you wait for him to finish changing. Everyone was congratulating Harry on his performance and wishing him luck on his nominations. You read all the good luck texts for him that were sent to you out loud, watching as his smile grows bigger and bigger from all the love he was being showered in.

After helping Harry powder his T-zone you let him lead you out of the small room and out into an area with spaced-out circular tables, most of them with just two or three seats at them. The Grammy’s in the middle of a pandemic was unlike anything you had ever seen before, and you were pleasantly surprised at how smoothly things were running. Jeff is already sat at the table when you and Harry join him and you can visibly see him let out the breath he was holding.

“Your boyfriend ran off stage so quickly I thought I was gonna have to set up a search party to find him,” Jeff tells you, a slight hint of annoyance present in his voice. He then turns to Harry and says, “Fix your mask, please.”

“It is fixed,” Harry grumbles but adjusts it nonetheless, causing you to giggle. 

Even though it was obvious your boyfriend was enjoying himself, you could still tell he was extremely nervous the closer it became to announcing the winner of the category he was nominated in. His grip on your thigh kept growing tighter and tighter and although you didn’t hate it, you worried he might cut off your circulation soon if he didn’t let go of you soon.

“H, take a deep breath,” you lean over to whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make my thigh fall off.”

“Sorry, love,” if you could see his mouth under his mask, you’d see him biting his plump lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my fuckin’ life.”

“Never?”

“Have I?”

“I dunno. I’m asking you.”

You see Harry’s eyes crinkle. “Maybe when I asked you out for the first time.”

“You are seriously so cheesy.”

Harry doesn’t respond, just takes your hand in his and directs his attention back to the stage. His palm is sweaty in yours but you don’t release his grip on your hand, wanting to offer him as much comfort as you possibly could.

When they start naming the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, you literally have to remind Harry to control his breathing. Although he won’t be upset if he doesn’t win, you know it would still mean quite a bit to him if he did.

“And the winner for Best Pop Solo Performance is… Harry Styles!”

Your mouth falls open in shock as you turn to fully face your boyfriend who was looking down at your intertwined hands, eyes wide in surprise. He genuinely wasn’t expecting to win and that made this victory that much sweeter. 

“Harry!” You yell to be heard above the cheers and applause of his colleagues in the crowd. Jeff stands and grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him out of his seat and into a tight hug. You stand up and clap loudly in admiration for your boyfriend, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. He removes himself from Jeff and pulls you into him, your head pressed against his chest.

“I won a fuckin’ Grammy!” Harry shouts.

“I know!” You shout back, probably more excited than he was. “Get up there!”

Your boyfriend quickly removes his mask and hands it to you before hurrying to the makeshift stage, hugging the presenter before touching his Grammy in awe. He picks it up and then slowly sets it back down, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much…” 

You can’t stop the few tears that spill over your waterline–– you were so unbelievably proud of him. You’re not even paying attention to his acceptance speech as you’re too preoccupied with looking at everyone staring at your boyfriend in admiration. 

“Lastly, I want to thank my girlfriend who’s sitting right there next to my manager, Jeffrey. She’s my number one fan, always believes in me when I don’t believe in myself,” he looks down at his shoes bashfully. “Wouldn’t be half the man I am today if it weren’t for her. This is our Grammy, love.”

You blow kisses to your boyfriend, ignoring the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you. As far as you were concerned, you and Harry were the only two people around at that moment. Your heart couldn’t have been any more full.

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To absolutely no one's surprise, you and Harry couldn’t keep your hands off each other for the remainder of the night. You were relieved there were no after parties being held that Harry would be expected to attend due to the pandemic because you could not get him alone fast enough.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Harry sets his Grammy on the foyer table as he kicks off his shoes. “Just us, innit? We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”

“I’m just so proud,” you tell him breathlessly, sucking on the underside of his jaw. “Let me show you.”

“You have been showin’ me. A lot, actually,” Harry leans his head back and closes his eyes in pleasure as you lick tantalizingly slow against his veiny neck. “Guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, though.”

“Do you want me to blow you or not?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s gonna happen here?”

“If you’re gonna be annoying, then no.”

“Kiiiding,” Harry rolls his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “C’mon, let me get you upstairs.”

”You’re the one that won a Grammy, not me,” you remind him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Harry lets out a quiet hum, guiding you towards the couch. “Exactly–– I’m the winner. Doesn’t that mean I should get what I want tonight?” He falls backward onto the couch, pulling you atop his lap. His hand roams down the front of your dress and he squeezes your breasts roughly, clearly delighted that you decided to forgo a bra tonight.

“I suppose,” you answer, biting back a moan. 

“You suppose? Not in the mood for it tonight?” He starts to retract his hand but you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“I am!” You don’t even try to hide how desperate you are for your boyfriend.

“Gonna let me taste you, hmm?” As Harry asks his question he slowly slides off the couch and onto his knees in front of you, bunching your dress up around your hips. He leans in close to your already dripping center and inhales deeply, a blissed-out look on his face. “Smell fuckin’ incredible. I gotta taste ya.”

You spread your legs wider without even thinking about it, almost as if it’s on instinct. Harry easily moves your underwear to the side and immediately connects his lips with your clit, not giving you time to adjust to the sensation before he’s just going at it.

“Oh, Harry…”

“Rings on or off?” His voice is muffled due to your thighs being clamped around his head, but you can still understand what he’s saying.

“On!”

Harry chuckles against your cunt before sliding his index finger in with ease, loving the way you immediately clenched around the digit. “Y’like that, lovie? Wanna take another one?”

“Please.” Your boyfriend already has you breathless despite the fact that he was just getting started.

Harry slips his middle finger into you along with his index finger and starts curling it up in the way he knew you liked, trying his hardest to stimulate your g-spot. He looks extremely focused; leave it to Harry to make a night that was supposed to be all about him, not.

“S’fuckin’ tight,” he says, more so to himself. “You’d think with all the shags we’ve been ‘avin lately you’d be used to my fingers by now.”

You let out a loud groan at your boyfriend’s dirty talk. He knew that it was one of your biggest kinks so he usually overdid it just a tad bit. It’s not like you were complaining, though.

“Guess that means you’re not fuckin’ me hard enough, huh?”

Harry stops his movements and looks up at you through slightly hooded eyes, an amused (but not really) look on his face. “Not fuckin’ you hard enough? Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

You can tell by the tone of Harry’s voice that he has it out for you now, but there’s no use in recanting your statement. He was about to make sweet, primal, love to you and god were you ready. Harry goes back to mercilessly fucking into you with his thick fingers, speeding up or slowing down his pace based on how you clench around him.

”Fuck, H.”

“Feels nice?” He goes from moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion to a scissoring motion which feels just as good if not better.

“Yeah, really nice,” your fingers are tangled in Harry’s hair and you know he’ll give you hell later for getting it all knotted. “I’m close.”

“Already? Haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” Harry removes his fingers from you aching cunt agonizingly slow, wiping them on his expensive Gucci trousers. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to fix that, yeah?”

“I guess so.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you tonight, pet. Is that really any way to treat your Grammy-winning boyfriend-”

“Harry, come off it!” You exclaim, letting out a loud laugh as you watch him stand up and unbutton his pants. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”

Harry shoots you one of his blindingly bright smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as his pants pool around his feet. “Hey, ‘m just statin’ facts.”

He collapses onto the couch and pats his lap, giving his leaking cock two quick tugs. “Ride me.”

“Just because you won a Grammy doesn’t mean you don’t have to ask nicely anymore.”

“Y/N, my beautiful, dazzling, elegant girlfriend, will you please do me the honors of riding––”

“Why do you make everything so weird?” You groan as Harry laughs and pulls you into his lap with ease, wincing when your thigh brushes against his cock. Wordlessly, he places his hands on your hips and helps you sink down onto him, taking his lip in between his teeth to keep from yelling out.

”Fuck me…”

“I’m about to,” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you adjust to his size. His hands roam the expanse of your back as he waits for you to get used to the feeling on him, wanting to feel every part of your body all at once. Without warning, you begin sluggishly rolling your hips. You were in no rush anymore; you had him inside of you, and that was all you wanted from the start.

“S’that all you got in ya?” His tone is cheeky, almost mocking. “I think you can give me more than tha’.”

“I dunno if I can.”

“Why’s that?” Harry bucks his hips upward slightly causing you to let out a loud gasp.

“I just want you to fuck me. I don’t wanna do any work.”

At this, Harry quickly flips you over so your sweaty body is now below his. You moan at the sensation the new angle immediately brought you. “Want me on top like this? This is how you wanna have me, angel?”

You nod. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Harry,” your eyes squeeze shut as Harry begins quickly thrusting into you. “God, yes. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Harry reaches his hand down to thumb at you clit and raises an eyebrow while awaiting your answer.

“God,” you grab onto your breasts to prevent them from bouncing around as Harry’s thrusting into you but he rips your hand away.

“Wanna see ‘em.”

“Right there,” you moan, no longer trying to bite back your sounds of pleasure. Between Harry eating you out, fingering you, and now fucking you harder than he has in ages, you were a few sloppy thrusts away from coming all over his cock. “I’m gonna cum–”

“...Already?”

You know he’s teasing but you still reach between your sweaty bodies to swat at his bare chest. “Don’t tease!”

“‘M messin’ with ya, puppy,” Harry pushes his curls out of his eyes. “I’m almost there- you first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Harry doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spasm around his cock as soon as he tells you to, lifting your hips up to meet him as you could tell he was growing tired. Harry pulls out moments later, muttering a quick, “Where do you want it?” before finishing on your chest.

The silence that fills the room is comforting but of course, it’s cut short by your pest of a boyfriend.

“If that's what I got just for winning one Grammy, what would I get if I won the others?”

[albed-hoe]

Good Night, Little Alchemist

Characters: Albedo x GN Reader

Summary: You help a tired Albedo get ready for bed :)

Warnings: Fluffyyyy, cuteBedo

Word count: 1104

A/n: Taking a break in clearing my inbox cuz I can literally not get over the idea of a sleepy and clingy Albedo oh god😫

The little alchemist overworked himself. That, you knew. However, tonight was exceptional, as not a minute after finishing dinner after coming home from working all day at the lab, Albedo had sent himself straight into filling out paperwork. You sighed in pity with you head in your hand as you looked on at the boy who was hunched over the dining table, frantically scribbling away at some Knights of Favonius papers. He hadn’t even taken the time to change into something more comfortable, opting instead in removing his cloak and boots, remaining in his t-shirt, shorts and stockings, as well as keeping his hair in his usual double-braid.

Noticing the dark tint below his eyes, you decide that enough is enough. You push your chair back and make your way over to your little cutie who hasn’t even noticed your movement. Leaning against the table beside him, you begin running your fingers along the nape of his neck, earning a jolt and subsequent deep sigh of content from the boy.

“Albedo?” You question him.

“Hmm.” His eyes were now closed and his head leaning forward, giving you more access to his neck. Leaning down, you kiss the crown of his head while also inhaling his warm and inviting scent.

“Let me take care of you tonight, you can always finish those papers tomorrow. You’re working too hard.” You murmur against his hair. He takes a deep breath in and out.

“Alright.” That was easy. Perhaps he knows what is to come? Regardless, you’re just glad you get to pamper your cute little boyfriend.

Letting him get up from the chair, you then pick up Albedo bridal-style while he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and lets out a puff of air from his nose, making you giggle. You carry him to the bedroom, setting him down on your shared bed where he tries to stay attached to you.

“Hehe, I’ll run you a hot bath, love. I’ll be back in 5 minutes.” With a groan of disapproval from him, you make your way to the bathroom, running the water warm and filling up the tub. Coming back into the room, you smile fondly at Albedo who was sitting at the edge of the bed, staring very hard into nothing-ness, his eyes blinking slowly while he tried his best to stay awake.

“Come on, let’s get you bathed.” You whisper, kissing his forehead. You walk him to the bathroom, closing the door behind you, then help him remove the rest of his work clothes (a difficult task, as he keeps leaning his head against your chest and does not really help you get himself undressed).

“This way, ‘Bedo.” You say jokingly, turning him around and guiding him to the tub, which he enters and lets out a long sigh while descending into the warm water below. You promptly undress yourself and sit in the tub behind the lethargic boy.

Once he is comfortable, you undo your boyfriend’s braids and let his hair fall free. Taking a few minutes to absentmindedly run your fingers along his scalp, you snap out of dreamland when you hear light snores coming from the boy. Smiling, you croon your neck around to face him.

“’Bedo?” You call softly. His eyes shoot open, and he jumps, realizing he has just fallen asleep in the bath. Laughing fondly, you kiss him on the cheek, his face and tips of his ears erupting into a beautiful shade of pink.

“Yes. I am attentive.” He asserts, only making you laugh harder at his very obviously confused state.

You wet his hair and comb your fingers through it with shampoo, making sure to keep any of it out of his eyes. You soap yourself and help him soap his back as he, very slowly, soaps and washes the rest of his body. Rinsing off yourself and his shampoo, you then help him stand up and leave the bath, grabbing both your towels from the counter. You drape his around his shoulders signaling for him to dry himself off, as you finish doing so for yourself. After putting your towel away, you notice Albedo is standing on the shower mat with his towel still around his shoulders, his hair and body still dripping wet, as he watches you with a curious gaze, as if trying to figure out what the heck you were doing. Laughing again, you make your way back to him and begin drying his body as he obediently lifts each leg when you want to dry below his feet. You both finish brushing your teeth, not without Albedo sneaking a peek at your beautiful self through the mirror, before you catch him staring, making his ears and face redden again.

Guiding him back to your shared bedroom, you sit him back on the bed while you walk over to the dresser and pull out a pair of pajamas for the both of you. You hand him his while you pull on your own pants and shirt. As your head pops back out the top, your eyes land on a confused Albedo who is now lost somewhere in the depths of his pajama top. Making your way over to him on the bedside, you find the hole for his head and poke it through to be met face-to-face with a very cute-looking mop of gray hair. Pushing it out of his face, you give him a big grin and a loving kiss to the lips. His expression morphs into a big, tired smile as he stares deeply back into your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get some rest now.” You tell, him turning away to turn off the ceiling light of the room. Making your way to the bed, you notice Albedo was able to crawl his way under his side of the covers. You pull yourself into the comfortable bed, turning off the bedside lamp and rolling back over to find your boyfriend in the mess of covers. Finally finding what you need, you pull him into your embrace, wrapping your arms around his core as he burries his face into your collar bone. Kissing the top of his head you hear him mumble something.

“What was that?” You ask him.

“I… Thank… You. For. I love… I wanna… -puff- You’re so warm… And you smell… -puff-“ You feel his lips give you a weak kiss on the collar bone, making you giggle softly.

“I love you too, Albedo.” You whisper. However, your praise falls on deaf ears, as your favorite little alchemist is already long sent into a deep slumber.

I’ve been thinking abt this for so long but I wrote it while I was exhausted so I could feel what the character was feeling omg so deep I’m such an author🤪 (I also need someone to do this with me sad)

[thesmokingguns]

Louder Now

PAIRING: All Guns and Roses Member

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. There is a lot of unprotected, kink, sex under the cut

Summary/ Request: “hey can i request an x reader with duff where they are playing a game to see who can make the reader moan the loudest?? i feel like it would be super interesting 🥰 (technically it’s a whole group x reader but maybe a duff ending?) xx”

A/N: Four posts on the Fourth of the July seems fitting

Steve Adler

-Okay, he doesn’t get enough love

-But this dude is so good at making you cum when you’re on top

-Like Sometimes being on top sucks and you feel like you’re doing. lot of work but this man is worshiping your body

- He can give you nipple orgasm

-Rolling Your nipples in his rough hands and tugging them taunt as you bounce up and down on his cock before a show

-Because he loves the band hearing him fuck you on the couch in the dressing room

-He doesn’t need a pet name he wants you to call his name

-His mouth licking your collar bones well his hands cup your breast 

-He talks through everything telling you how good it feels when you’re riding him

-Toucing your thighs and slapping your ass as you’re bouncing like a good little cock slut

-He also has you fully naked because even though he is dressed for the show he loves the clash of your naked body against his

-He’s so encouraging

-”Look at how good you take my cock now. You bounce it all into that tight pussy like such a good cock slut, Y/N”

-Squeezing around him and literally SCREAMING his name

-Steve loves to cum on you

-Splashes of his cum on your stomach and up your tits

-Having you clean up and dress well he goes on stage

Slash

-You’re in public and he decides right here right now he wants to fuck you

-Like at the carnival when you’re tucked on his lap in the photo booth

-He loves having you in his lap, touching your body and getting you all wound up and stupid for him so you’ll agree to let him fuck you

-You’d think that since you were in public he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself

-Absolutely wrong

-This man will press his cock into you and fuck you so hard you’re speaking in tongues

-The Photo Booth is shaking as he’s fucking ramming you into where the camera is

-And the dirty talk

-”Look at you, swallowing my cock. You can’t help yourself can you? All these people can hear you crying out as I fuck you. Do you like that baby? Do you like letting all the nice people know that you’re my little pet?”

-The louder you get the more turned on her gets but also he doesn’t want to get arrested so he shoves his fingers in your mouth making you suck on them as you moan

-Cumming against his cock so hard he pulls your hair back, forcing his lips against yours to try and kiss you quiet.

-Filling your pussy up with his warmth.

-Slapping your ass as he pulls out of you and knowing you’re still cock drunk so pulling your clothes back on

-Literally has a shit eating grin because he’s so proud of himself for getting you to agree to have sex in the photo booth

Axl Rose

-Axl loves when you’re loud for him because it just strokes his ego

-He loves fucking you on the tour bus so everyone is stuck hearing you fucking scream his name and they can’t escape it 

-He also has a mirror in his bunk so he's always looking at himself as he fucks you

-Loves doggy style

-He gets so deep into you and can play with your clit 

-The sound of skin against skin is so hot and he loves the way you’re so needy for his cock that you spring back into his thrust

-Smacking your ass as he watches his cock split your cunt

-Watching the glisten from your wet pussy sticking to him as he slides in and out of you 

-He’s quiet with you, just telling you what a good job you're doing taking care of him

-”Pretty girl, sliding on my cock. You know exactly how I like it. I love the way you feel. You and me fit perfect together.”

-He is so sweet with his sex talk and it’s so different from the usual piece of shit attitude he has

-Pushing your lower back down so you can arch and he can get a better grip on you when he is fucking you

-”Scream my name. I want to hear you want me.”

-Panting his name in time with thrusts

-” FUCK AXL IM GOING TO CUM ON YOUR COCK”

-His hands gripping your ass as he rewards your obedience by slamming into you, really fucking you. His balls smacking your clit with each thrust and taking you over the edge as he’s releasing into you

-Rubbing your back as he eases himself from between your legs

-Cuddling after and forehead kisses as he feels safe with you

Izzy Stradlin

-Dance Classes, Yoga, Those weird aerobic tapes that you like to do. Yeah, Izzy loves that shit

-Because all of those things lets him bend you and fuck you in all these positions

-He loves tying you up, how you look at him so vulnerable and completely at his mercy

-But also he has a soft side and makes sure that you tell him what the safe word is seven times so that you’re okay

-Takes hours on you

-He wants you loud for his ears only. Your moans and pants are all just for him to hear

-The trust between you two is what builds the intimacy 

-He loves over stimulating you after you cum. You’re all tied up and he keeps licking your pussy as you are fucking screaming feeling like he’s taking you to a cliff and pushing you off

-And after you’re ready to die from phase one of his plan he’s rocking you on his cock, filling you up as he stretches you around him.

-”Look at how your pussy loves wrapping around me. It knows I belong here.”

-He’s so protective and possessive of you.

-Also very controlling and he needs to be in charge of everything that is going on

-Loves pulling out and humming on your pussy, making you play with yourself after and finger fuck his cum into you

Duff McKagan

-He gets so fucking horny on stage

-Coming off stage and literally dragging you to the showers, his cock pressing into your ass as you weave through the crowds and he had you in fronton him to block his boner

-Boner Brain Duff thinks of nothing but getting his dick wet

-Clothes are left in a messy pile and he’s grabbing your hands in your hair into the showers

-Pushing you against the tiles of the shower with the water falling over you

-”I was thinking about you on stage. I got so fucking hard. Feel.”

-Taking your hand and making your grasp him, helping you jerk him off as he moans with his head thrown back

-Duff is so horny he’s trying to touch you and kiss you and cum all at once

-Hot horny chaos

-these long kisses and his fingers slipping between the fold between your legs, dipping a finger into you and him groaning in appreciation

-He gets impatient and literally picks you up, your legs around his waist as he’s guiding the head of his cock into you

-He’s moaning out as he’s sliding into you, the warmth of your cunt engulfing his cock as his mouth tries to keep up with the sloppy kisses

-Your back is being scratched by the tiles as he's holding your up, hand on your face so he can still kiss you

-Duff is so fucking loud as he fucks you

-You’re panting and moaning too but Duff is out here breaking sound barriers

-His deep groans and Oh Fucks are definitely making their way out of the showers for everyone to hear

-When your reach between you to touch your clit Duff gets wild

-Your heads are together as you both watch you toy with your clit as his cock slides in and out of you

-The water from the shower getting trapped on his public curls that are brushing against your fingers

-When you tell him you cum the man is so ready for it

-”Cum on my cock, baby. Squeeze that pussy and milk my cum out.” 

-He is louder during your orgasm than you are. The deep groans making you feel so hot

-When Duff cums his head falls to your shoulder as he tries to remember how to breathe and regain control over his brain

-He holds you up for a minute before easing  you down on your own two feet.

-Lots of eye contact as he asks if he was too rough and if you're okay

-He literally takes so long washing you off and making up for his rough boner brain sex

[simplysimpingsimp]

Hello! Can I request some of the hashira's reacting to their s/o having a bad day? (Please include rengoku >:) ) please and thank you!

Hi hi Jasper !! Thank you so much for sending in a request <3!! This is such a great prompt haha :D I love it !! And thank you so much sending in asks with reminders to drink water and eat those were really sweet of you (,:! As always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes, I will gladly go back and fix them <3!!! I will continue this one by doing the rest of the hashira when I clear off my pending lists :D ! I used gn pronouns but please let me know if you’d like me to change that, no problem at all <3!

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🌼 𝚂/𝙾 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝙷𝙲𝚜

🌼 𝙺𝚗𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚏𝚝. 𝙶𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚒, 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚒, 𝙾𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚒, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚔𝚞)

🌼 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚂: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

🌼 𝚃𝚆: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎!

🌼 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚞!

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𝑮𝒚𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒊

homie would cry and apologize repeatedly for their bad day

He would ask them if they’d like to talk about their day to which they agree and go on a talk your ear off type rant not that he minds one bit

is such a good listener TT doesn’t even interrupt once, just with the occasional nod and hum of understandment as he comforted them with pats on the back and soothing back rubs

Would offer the best advice ever — like Uncle Iroh tier advice that it’s enough for them to start smiling again

Gyomei would hold them in a warm and comfortable embrace like a human blanket

He would also hum to them which would soothe their worries and make them move past what was making them upset

The way his hands would lovingly stroke their hair and gently massage their scalp was more than enough to relax them

Expect a lot of cheek and temple kisses

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𝑶𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒊

Iguro would be a little bit upset and end up joining them on the bad day train

He would take them out shopping to see if that would make them feel better

Would help pick outfits for them, complimenting them frequently with words of affirmation about how great they look in the style they wouldn’t normally wear

He has one of the best tastes in fashion and no one can change my mind about this

He would hold their hand, but it’s the way his thumb would occasionally stroke their hand

Expect a lot of forehead and hand kisses

Iguro would buy them snacks and whatever little things they could want

“Get whatever you want, it’s all about you today,” he’d say with a soft smile

He’d willingly do things he’d normally not do just for them to smile and feel happier, though of course he’d have a light blush on his face

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𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒊

When she hears that they had a bad day, all gears start to turn as she realizes that it’s her time to shine

would literally do anything in her power to make their day go better — anything

Want something baked? She’s got it covered — she would probably create a whole bakery just for them and surprise them with cake, cookies, mochi and anything they could imagine TT

She would doodle small things and write little notes like “you’re the best (:!!” Or “You’re so cool!” With a doodle of a smiling ice cubes and leave them in their hand before running away giggling as she went to go prepare her main gift of many baked goods

Her cuteness and presence was honestly more than enough to just cheer them up, she’s such a ball of sunshine TT

Mitsuri would give them all the affection she could, though she would do her best to not annoy them even though they already told her that she didn’t have to worry about anything like that

She would smother their face in kisses, frequently calling them adorable and fangirling over them

They would end up forgetting what they were upset about when Mitsuri asks what was making them upset, she’s so good at her job TT

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𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖

Would be really upset at first to hear that they’ve been having a bad day

Rengoku would do everything and anything in his power to make them happy and have a better day — anything

Would be constantly smiling to a point where it becomes infectious and makes it impossible to be upset about anything

He would feed them so many snacks and even make his own snacks for them but it’s the head pats and hugs accompanied by the hand feeding TTTT

He’s so sweet and loving that they actually forget what was making them upset because of his distractions of tickle fights and random questions and comments about how wonderful and amazing they are

Rengoku would make them laugh as much as possible with his silly jokes and antics like bad singing and karaoke — he literally becomes a pun master by the end of the day

Would literally travel to the ends of the earth just to make them happy

Would also smother their face in kisses just to make them giggle

ᴇɴᴅ

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ! ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ

ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ <3 ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs

/ᴀsᴋs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ :ᴅ sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ

sᴏᴏɴ <3

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