#sorry it took FOREVER

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The oil under Impala mystery 🔍✨

(Inspired by the lady with expert wife tips from tiktok)

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HI EVERYONE I FINISHED A CHAPTER PLEASE APPLAUD

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Hello! How are you? I have a request, if that's okay, thug/underground Levi trying to find a ring to propose to reader, when he does reader accepts but gives him a huge secret she's been hiding from him (like she has royal blood or something, idk 😅)

HAVE A GOOD,AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL DAY! - 🎵🍍

Who would have thought that the infamous Levi would be looking everywhere to get a ring? An engagement ring to be exact. He never realised that there were hardly any jewelry sold in the Underground.

He even resolved to ask the prostitutes where they got their jewelries. Mostly were given by rich merchants from the surface and others traded from other prostitutes. "Tch!" He said as he chewed his lower lips, thinking about a solution.

it was about 2 years ago that Levi met you. You were wearing close to nothing, sitting by a leaky pipe, cleaning yourself up. You had cut your hair yourself, but hurt your left ear in the process. Blood was oozing from the wound.

"You'll get an infection if you use the water," Levi's cold voice echoed through the quiet alley. Instantly, you grabbed the pair of rusty scissors you stole to defend yourself. You stared into Levi's eyes, predicting his actions but all you could see was a guy with silverish blue eyes.

He dropped a bag of medication on the floor, along with his vest. He walked away, keeping a distance so you could retrieve it. he stood by the entrance of the alley, watching out for you. It took you sometime to move toward the package. You found a bottle of pungent disinfectant and bandage and you wrapped your wound clumsily. You slid into his vest and to your surprise, it fitted.

You were ready to give yourself to him, just like most of the guys you met in your life. Instead, he took you home and introduced you to Farlan and Isabelle.

Levi knew he could get any girl he wanted because the girls basically threw themselves at him. But with you, he was uncertain. You introduced him into the tea business. You could differentiate the tea by grades just by smelling and looking at the colours. And you had taught him how to brew the perfect tea. Levi fell in love with you slowly. The nights you spent brewing tea together, moving boxes containing tea leave during late night storms, and keeping watch of premium tea leaves before its delivery.

On the night when you were lost between tall boxes of tea leaves, Levi kissed you in the shadows. Your shoulders raised in surprised and your eyes widened. But Levi had his eyes shut tightly as he pressed into your lips. You exhaled after holding your breath, and when you inhaled, you took him into your lungs and you calmed down. Gently, you closed your eyes and leaned in, kissing him back. You had fallen for him on the first day you met. A gentleman who rescued you.

After making a deal with the blacksmith, Levi harvested mineral stones using his gears and had him made into a ring. Levi was awestruck when he collected the ring. It was an iron ring dotted with different colours of mineral stones. The handiwork was not perfect, but it was perfect for you.

That night, Levi proposed to you privately in the bedroom. He didn't want to cause any unwanted attention. You eyes lit up and you said yes. With shaky hands, Levi slid the ring into your finger. You hugged and kissed each other passionately.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you a nicer ring," Levi brushed your hair off your forehead. You shook your head and looked at the ring again.

"I have seen a lot of shiny things, but none was mine." You looked at Levi lovingly, "You gave me my first jewelry."

And you told him where you came from. You were the child of an Asian mother and the prince. Someone presented your mother, who was kidnapped, to the prince. Months later, your mother was pregnant and sent away to a tea farm, where you were born and raised. It wasn't until the kidnappers found out that your mother was alive and had you, you wouldn't had known you had royal blood. Your mother died trying to save you, but you were brought to the Underground, awaiting for your new fate.

When the time was right, you escaped. You threw away your clothes as you ran and stole a pair of scissors. And the rest was history.

Levi was stunned as you talked about your childhood. You thought he would get mad at you. But Levi pulled you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest.

"Don't you ever worry now, y/n," he kissed the side of your head, "now give me names and I will make some friends soon."

[lamnwar]

Hii! I really love your stories and writing style and since i saw your requests are open, I'd love to request a NSFW with Akashi where it's both, his and reader's first time, with lots of fluff if possible and if you want!!

If you decide to write it, thank you in advance! <3

Omgggg can't believe it took me 6 months to complete this request I swear I momentarily forgot how to write smut 😭😭 hope you still enjoy this though, I felt bad so this one is extra long (4.7k) <33

You're My First // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: Might have taken you and your boyfriend Seijurō way too long to finally have sex, whoops! All characters are aged-up (18+) for plot purposes.

Warnings: mainly fluff till the last quarter, mention of reader (and Akashi a bit) being sexually frustrated, mention of masturbation (both Akashi and reader do it), kissing obvs, handjob, fingering, protected sex (because Akashi is a gentleman 🥰)

The wooden tile strategically placed on the board, Seijurō's game partner sighs. It's a force of habit: can you ever win against a guy like him? You chuckle, arms wrapping around your boyfriend's shoulders as you kiss his cheek.

“What is it that you say? Your victory is absolute?” you whisper loud enough for Shintarō to hear you.

“Please, no need to add more to my defeat” the green haired man readjusts his glasses, seemingly unbothered by his loss but you aren't dupe.

A smile on your lips, you let your fingers run through Seijurō's red hair. His shogi playmate looks away, like all the times you show some sort of affection to your boyfriend. Throwing his jacket over his broad shoulders, Midorima excuses himself by saying that he's got practice. It figures, you think, Seijurō's friends are players like no other. You wave him goodbye as he walks out, and once his tall figure is out of sight, you let out a soft sigh.

“Sei?”

He looks up from the board with a softness in his gaze, putting the tiles back in their designated bag. Akashi Seijurō conceits his emotions quite well, that's a well-known fact. But the minute he fell in love with you, he's learned to open up. From talking about his mother to how basketball saved him from his darkest times, the Seijurō you know is exclusive – no one, not even Midorima that he's fond of, has any knowledge of the depth of his person. But you don't bother: he's your one and only, isn't he?

“Coming to my place tonight?” He asks.

You breathe in, like every time he asks. Most of the time, there is no meaning to these words. Nights of shy touches, nights of "sorry love, I can't". You ponder if you should refuse. You have needs, don't you? Of course you do. More than touch-starved, you crave love to a level that you feel Seijurō is not ready for.

“Sure thing” you utter, incapable of turning him down.

A light brings his eyes to life, and you feel your heart melt.

Isn't he sweet, your Sei-chan?

A thought you never believed you’d ever had, on the day you met him; an afternoon in May, both of you finding yourself in the same isle of the library, looking for the same book.

“It's in my recommended reading list” you said, not willing to back down.

“Funny, my professor wrote this one.”

His arrogance turned you off, but then, he organized a special lecture for your class with the author of said book, leaving your own lecturer in awe and you wondering why he did such thing for someone who meant nothing. Took you long enough to realize that you actually meant something to him. He asked you out right after that lecture and now here you are.

“Sei, let me treat you. We’re having celebratory diner for your victory in shogi” You stretch out of your spot, hands swaying to your hips as you smile to your boyfriend.

“My love, if we have a celebratory diner every time I win, you’ll end up broke.”

You scoff, nudging him in the arm. His arrogance ever so often pops out, but in a rather endearing way. In the right settings, you find yourself thinking, it might even be attractive – but you guard yourself from admitting so.

“We’re eating to my place instead” he says as his arm finds your shoulders, wrapping around it with the grace that could only be associated to him.

You raise an eyebrow but doesn’t refuse the invitation. The last rays of sun cast on your faces as you both walk in the late summer evening, between the distant laughter of children and the sounds of birds going home. And amidst all of what soothes your soul, nothing compares to the way you feel at this exact moment, walking so close to the one you love. It’s a subtle feeling, one that you don’t bother to describe, that makes things so easy when he’s around. And you just need to glance for a second in his direction, to see it. The way he makes you feel, written all over your face.

Seijurō is silent, yet, from the dancing flame in his eyes, you can guess that something is brewing in his head. You smile, a soft chuckle coming out of your lips. You know he hates it, when you’re able to read him so easily; he told you once, “I’ve always thought of myself as hard to decipher”. Not so much though, or at least, not to you.

“Sei, you seem nervous despite having an awfully good day.”

Your remark gets him to straighten up as he walks, a quick raise of his eyebrows indicating that you took him by surprise.

“Can’t a guy be nervous around his girlfriend?”

“My…” you chuckle, “don’t put it on me now. What’s up? It’s not the first time I’m coming over, although I’d argue it’s not a common occurrence.”

“Well, you know – “

“You might do things you'll regret if I come by too often, I know” you cut him off.

You both stay silent for a minute; your words having brought up the memories of countless of discussions around this topic. Seijurō has never outrightly told you why he barely has you over, why he cuts your dates short when things start to escalate, why every time you take the level of intimacy up a notch, he is the first one to grow distance between you. It’s always some vague excuse that you don’t really understand, but you try your best not to judge. Intimacy, after all, is not a given to everybody.

“But you know, I don’t think I’ll regret anything I do with you.” You say, cutting short to the long silence. “I mean, as long as it’s you and that… you know. I just wanna say, I trust you with these things. I wouldn’t be with you overwise.”

You quickly glance in his direction, in search of a reaction from your boyfriend. You don’t know if your words are clear enough to him – not that it’s been your kind (or his kind) to be straightforward. Yet, you still manage to get yourself to be understood, despite never saying things outright. So you just hope that he’s got the message clear; and he does, you figure, by the small nod he gives as you approach his place.

“I’ll treat you to a lovely diner tonight, then. And if you don’t mind, you can spend the night.”

You stare at him, incredulous. Have you heard that last part right? Seijurō always speaks with assurance, but these aren’t words he’s used to speak.

“Oh, y-yeah…” you clean your throat, hand clumsily trying to hide your blush.

This is a turn of situations you haven’t expected whatsoever, but as you walk into the familiar lobby of Seijurō’s place, you realize soon enough that this is real. Unusual, but real.

And then it hits you.

The reason he seems nervous, the reason he’s invited you over in the first place, and why he’s asked you to stay over from the start. It comes clear, especially knowing him. The young man has always been one to plan things out, especially important things. And if you read the situation correctly, tonight is not born out of nothing.

Maybe he’s finally taken notice of the small clues you’ve left, traces of your desire for more. The way your hands linger longer on his body when you touch him, the sweet perfume you wear on your neck in hope whiffs draw him in, the elongated looks you’ve sent him for weeks now. Sweet, innocent eyes, yet eyes ready for more, if he’s only willing to give you an opportunity.

And willing, to your surprise, he is. Something feels different when you walk the threshold of his place; it’s not the soft smell of lavender you’ve grown familiar with, it’s not the warm shade of the light, it’s not the way he hangs his jacket on the hanger at the door. So, what is it?

“Love, are you coming?” His voice brings you out of your thoughts.

You breathe out a short “yes”, joining him in the kitchen. Your gaze fall upon the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, as he rinses vegetables for diner. The way he moves with grace and confidence while you’re still trying to process what this whole night means stuns you, and you sit, in contemplation of whether you should address the subject.

How are you supposed to ask your boyfriend if you’re having sex for the first time tonight, anyways?

You contemplate, ultimately concluding that being direct is the best way to go about it. Well, that is, if you even know how to be direct in the way you address the subject. So you stand, looming over his shoulders as he stirs some onion and garlic in the pan, shy hands locking behind your back. He hums, an assured smile creeping on his lips as he feels your presence in his back. He’s seemingly way more relaxed about this night than you are – but then again, Seijurō is the last person on Earth to show any sign of nervousness. His hand reaches back to you, gently dragging your face closer to land a kiss on your forehead.

“What’s that, love? Are you the nervous one, now?”

He chuckles as you stare at him, baffled. Are you doing such a terrible job at hiding it?

“Can’t tell me you’re all chill about tonight either” you retaliate.

“Oh, but I am.”

“When did you decide to make tonight the night, anyway?”

He turns off the stove, flipping the veggies one last time.

“I had that idea in mind for a while, but I wanted to make sure that you wanted it as well” he replies honestly, “so when you said that you trusted me earlier, I had all the confirmation that I needed.”

You nod, sitting on the counter.

“And you’re really gonna make me think you’re not nervous at all about it?” you cock an eyebrow.

His silence leaves you uncertain – something that annoys you ever so often. Your ability to read him better than anyone else has always been your pride, so these moments where he strips you from your special ability to comprehend him always annoys you.

“Seijurō.”

He looks up in your direction, his eyes open slightly as he hears your tone. It’s not cold, or mean, or stern. But it’s serious, well serious beyond what he’s used to hear from you. He sighs, joining you as his pinkie finger gently grazes your hand.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to do it.” He sighs. “Maybe we should have talked about it before…”

“It’s fine. If we did, it would have ruined the mood.”

“Because there’s a mood to ruin to begin with?”

You chuckle, finger interlocking with his.

“Oh, I’m crazy nervous, but it doesn't make me any less… eager than I’ve always been.”

He raises an eyebrow, slight amusement on his face. You can’t help but chuckle a bit at his expression. Suddenly, seeing him smile so wholeheartedly makes (most) of your nerves go away. Maybe that’s what he does to you, and maybe that’s why you stick around. You let out a soft giggle, before looking at him.

“Anyways. Do you have any idea how the night where you lose your virginity typically goes?”

“I was relying on you to have an answer on that.”

You scoff, a heartfelt laugh coming out of your throat. The sight of you like that makes the blood pump to his face; a light pink blush painting his cheek as he laughs too. He doesn’t even know what gets you to laugh like that – head thrown back as the little crinkles by your eyes that he loves so much appears, but it warms his heart like nothing else can.

“Damn, we’re two big virgins, aren’t we?” you say as you sigh dramatically.

“For some reason, I imagined that you would have been more knowledgeable than me on that topic.”

“Seijurō, who do you think I am?!”

He chuckles; a slightly high-pitched sound that rarely comes out of him unless he’s with you. Because this is what you do to him, letting his true nature shine through from time to time – whether it be his radiant smile, the pink on his cheeks every time he’s near you, or the kindness of his amber eyes.

“Well… you know I’m not one to half-ass anything, but it’s not the easiest thing to do some studying on.”

“I see.” You nod, fingers interlocking with his. “But we trust each other, don’t we?”

He hums, looking at you. And that’s when you see it in his eyes, that glimmer that tells you without stuttering that he is absolutely sure about this, you and him, but mostly you.

“Can’t go wrong if it’s us, yeah?”

His words travel in your mind as he slowly leans towards you. His thumb caresses the soft skin of your bottom lip, before he leaves a sweet and soft kiss on it. It feels almost nostalgic, a kiss similar to the one you first exchanged when you just started dating. The warmth in your heart and the gentleness of his fingers on your skin, all reminiscent of the kisses you experienced when you were falling for him. And now that you have fell, the idea of feeling these kisses all over again makes your heart beat frenetically. You kiss him once again, your hand resting on the soft skin of his cheeks as you pour your love in that single kiss. He pulls away, hot breath falling on your lips as his eyes capture you, forbidding you to look anywhere else.

“Is it crazy if I tell you I am absolutely sure about this, in this very instant?” he mutters against your lips.

You hum, shaking your head. It’s not crazy, the thought has crossed your mind, too. And maybe that’s a sign; for the little that you know on the topic, overthinking things usually isn’t the way to go. It’s more one of these “if you know, you know” moments.

And right now, this is it.

Just one look, and he grabs your hand, taking you both to the bedroom – not before covering up the sautéed veggies he’s cooked earlier, of course (Seijurō, even in desperate need for you, wouldn’t leave freshly made food uncovered). You giggle, body lying on the soft mattress of his bed; bed that you’ve shared multiple times without ever crossing the line.  And here you are, fingers tangling in his soft, red locks, too lost in a haze of desire to think of the hardship it has been all along to not act on your needs for him, for his touch.

“Sei, I want you, you know that?”

“You made it quite clear, yeah” he blushes softly as a sweet laugh comes out of his lips. “And I know it’s not very gentleman-like of me to say it, but baby, if I could, I would strip you naked right away.”

“Do it then, who’s stopping you?”

He raises an eyebrow, pink painting his cheek as he sees the daring look in your eyes.

“My... I’m no savage, I had to make sure you wanted me to.”

You laugh, leaving a sweet kiss on his jaw.

“Baby, I’ve got years of pent-up sexual frustration about to get unleashed. Please, do not be a gentleman with me tonight.”

He looks at you curiously, not expecting his sweet girlfriend to utter such words. Yet he feels his cock twitch in the confine of his pants when he hears you speak like that. Something about your tone – so clear and confident, with a hint of need, makes the blood rush down to his aching member. The one he used to stroke once you were gone from his place, mad at himself that he didn’t gather the strength to touch you despite knowing that it was what you both wanted; and he found himself angry at himself and in desperate need for you, stroking his dick shamefully as he thought of you.

But here you are, under his body, your tongue leaving the sweet taste of you in his mouth as you push him as close to you as possible.

He pulls away, heavy breath fanning on your hot skin. It’s almost by instinct that he lets his hand trail down to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it as if to ask if he can remove it from you. And he does when you give him a nod, loving eyes examining all parcels of skin that gets unveiled before him. He’s delicate and meticulous, removing piece by piece with so much regard for the fabric that you’re almost tempted to tell him to just rip it off. He has always had that theory about you – one that he finally gets to confirm.

You are, indeed, a piece of art.

The beauty of your skin, the marks, moles and scars, the curves and angles. All so perfectly mixed like you were created by an artist and no less. He stops for a minute, wondering: does he have any right to touch something so immaculate?

But you’re quick to give him an answer, when your hands remove his shirt, letting you get a sight at his body. Seijurō is surprising. His build is slender, delicate; but when your fingers trace the outline of his muscles, it becomes clear that he is more than he appears to be. Not that you’ve ever been curious about his body either. One thing that you’ve always liked about your boyfriend, is his face. His features are soaked in grace, always having the look of a prince in all situations – even in the morning when he’s just wakened up, or after practice when he’s sweaty. He’s got that same look, over and over, that makes you believe you must have done something great in your past life to find yourself someone like him in this one.

“Sei, I wanna touch you, can I?”

He smiles softly. Your request is sweet, almost innocent. He can’t say no, he doesn’t want to.

“Be nice, yeah?” He leaves a peck on your cheek.

You giggle – who would have guessed that he’d make you feel like a silly teenage girl in love right now? Your hand trails down his body, meticulously exposing his skin. It’s soft and warm, and now you understand why his hugs always feel so good. Your movements slow down when you reach his belt, eyes widening slightly at the sigh of the bulge in his pants. It’s not the first time that you see it – you’ve noticed it in the previous nights you had a sleepover – but this time, you ought to do something about it.

“Ah – oh my…” his breath hitches in his throat as your fingers reach inside his pants, pulling the fabric down to unleash his cock.

It’s a bold move on your part, one that gets you to blush furiously once you see his erected member before your eyes. It’s pretty, you think, much more than you expected it to be. A delicate curve that leads to a blush pink tip – sensitive, you notice as your finger curiously brushes over it. You explore, hand wrapping around his length as you give him gentle caresses.

“Is that good, Sei?”

“Amazing, love… please don’t stop.”

You hum, letting your fingers translate your curiosity by the way they explore every inch of skin you find, watching him shiver when you touch some places, sigh when you touch others. So… this is it, you think, a man’s pleasure. You continue, watching him twitch in your hold. You look up at him, sparkles in your eyes.

“Sei, do you love my touch?”

His fingers run through your locks, a soft smile on his face.

“I have to, it comes from you.”

Pulling you up to pepper your face in kisses, you can almost cry. It's never hit you before, how much your boyfriend actually loves you. But you can’t deny that look in his eyes – love and lust painting his irises like night lights.

Beautiful, like him.

Enchanting, like him.

Loving, like him.

“Sweetheart” his voice falls in your ear in a soft murmur, “I’ll need you to stop fiddling with my cock with those soft fingers of yours or I won’t be able to contain myself anymore.”

“Oh… Oh!” you blush, pulling your hands away. “Got carried away. A man’s anatomy is a curious thing” you remark.

He raises an eyebrow, laying you down on the mattress.

“I could say the same thing about a woman’s body, particularly yours…” he taunts, thumb tracing down your throat to your perky nipple.

You hiss, surprised look at the way he touches you like a scientist making a new discovery. His touch is exploring. He rolls the sensitive bud between his fingers, observing the way your body folds in response.

“Sei! Ah… sensitive!”

“I know.”

You ogle at him, only getting him to laugh with a bit of mischief in his voice. And you get reminded at this moment that this is who he is. Seijurō is a learner, getting his kick in mastering new skills. And for a man that has never done it before, he is surprisingly skilled in touching your body. As his lips trail down your abdomen to your navel, you hold your breath. On the moment, countless thoughts cross your mind. Did you shave this morning? What if he finds out about this one mole on your pubis and freaks out? Doesn’t it look a bit weird down there?

“Good lord…”

Fuck.

You panic even more upon hearing his exclamation; what does it mean?!

“My love, are all vulvas like yours? Because it looks so pretty…”

“Huh?”

You’re stunned, speechless. It isn’t quite the compliment you could ever wish for. To be honest, you’ve been too scared to take a proper look at your own cunt before, so all the sense you have of it comes from what you’ve gathered from your touch. You’re familiar with the ridges, soft bulging parts and folds, but what has always been mere anatomy to you, seems to be art in Seijurō’s eyes. His curious finger runs through your slit, separating the lips as you blush furiously. His movements are teasing – you wonder if he’s doing it purposely or is it just a mishap of his exploring. Either way, you bite back your whimpers, watching him brush against your clitoris softly, while you squirm.

“Sei that’s uh…”

“Here? You want my touch here, love?”

You nod eagerly, observing the way he looks at you from between your legs, finger gently circling around your clit. Your hips buck forward, setting a rhythm to which he adapts his moves.

“You’re getting wet… do you mind if I put a finger in?”

“Please!”

You quickly cover your mouth, surprised by how needy you sounded just now. Such tone has never gotten out of you; except late at night, in the solitude of your room when you’d think of him, frustrated fingers toying with your clit as you would almost cry thinking about how much you craved Seijurō’s touch. But now that you have it, it’s a different thing. It’s much more intense, like your skin is a fragile flame, and his touch is fuel. He pours, your flame grows, and grows, and grows.

“Fuck… I…” You pant, far from expecting his fingers to know your cunt so well – isn’t that supposed to be his first time, too?!

“Everything’s alright?” he asks between two kisses on your inner thighs.

Your lips tremble, one arm pressed against your forehead while your other hand holds the bed sheets like your life depends on it.

“I think I’m close” you finally manage to say.

“Want me to stop?”

“…” you think for a moment, too overwhelmed to have an idea of what you truly want – but you do give reason to your body, eventually, “Don’t stop.”

He leaves a sweet peck on the skin of your thigh, working his fingers till you squirm, your warm walls pushing him out as you reach your orgasm – first one that he’s brought you to. He props his body up to kiss you with all the love he has for you, and you pull him close, goosebumps covering your skin when you feel his naked body against yours. He’s so soft, so loving, it can almost make you cry.

He’s just… love. That’s what he is, the embodiment of love.

“Baby, should we go all the way?”

You nod, kissing him again, and again, drunk on him.

“Please say it with your sweet voice” he murmurs against your lips.

“Seijurō, please make love to me.”

He nods, the tenderness in his eyes giving you the kind of warmth you’ve always craved. It stays, even when he gets up to get a condom, and even when he stands before you, hard-on in his palm as he rolls the rubber on it. You look with stars in your eyes when he hovers above you, leaving a peck on your forehead.

“I’m going in, alright?”

“Yeah” you breathe out.

Your nervous, trying to distract yourself of the stinging feeling when his head pushes in, so you look at his face. His half-lidded eyes, his parted lips as his hot breath fans on your face, and the contraction of his shoulders as his hold himself above you.

“Are you good, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, feeling tears coming up. You can’t tell if you’re just overwhelmed or if it’s that novel pain you feel in that part of your body. Seijurō’s furrow his eyebrows in concern, stilling as he looks at you.

“Shall I stop?”

“Let’s… don’t move. I wanna get used to it.”

“Sure?”

You nod, take big breaths to calm yourself down. Leaving kisses after kisses on your forehead, you feel yourself relax a bit, eventually giving him the thumbs-up to push deeper. And he does, slowly, carefully, like your pussy is the most precious place in the world and that he, a mere mortal, should only thread carefully around it.

“Here you go” he coos “taking me so well…”

You mewl, hands wrapped around his neck, as he starts his slow thrusts. You wonder for a minute if he’s pacing himself as to be careful, or because he’s afraid of not being able to hold himself back overwise. Either way, you slowly find pleasure in the feeling of his cock roaming inside your walls – in and out, deep and slow. Seijurō’s soft grunts falls in your ear, making you shiver.

“You feel… ah… so good, love” his voice is slightly more high-pitched, hints of desperation tinting his timbre.

“Please, faster…”

“Is that what you want, hm?”

“Yeah” you moan out as your hips buck to meet the movements of his.

He pants, the look in his eyes being something you’ve never seen before. It’s not something you can comprehend, but seeing that light danse in his amber irises, combined with his slender finger toying with your clit, you feel your high build up. And explosion of sensations, taking your entire soul to another dimension as you squeal his name, holding on to him like he’s your saviour.

“Fuck, I…”

You giggle in surprise, not ever recalling hearing him swear before. But can he be blamed, when the tight hold your pussy has on him is just so heavenly?

“I’m… love, I’m cumming!”

Those words alone send you into a frenzy, the song of both your moans filling up the room, the same way his hot seed fills up the condom, seconds before he gives out, head falling on your chest.

“I love you” you whisper, just a bit louder than the erratic beat of your hearts.

He looks up at you, incapable of voicing an answer, but you’ve known Seijurō’s face well enough to read his thoughts.

You’re his biggest victory, he believes, being here in this bed, closer to you than he’s ever been before.

[timandlucy]

Chenford + 💙

💙 Drunken kiss / tipsy

Tim would never admit it, but he's having fun.

When Angela had insisted on a group night out for all of them, he'd rolled his eyes, but reluctantly, he has to admit, his friend was right. They needed this. After this stressful couple of weeks at work—after losing one of their own, kidnappings and failed weddings and several attempts on their lives, a fun night out might be just what the doctor ordered.

Not that Tim would ever admit that.

But his notion of fun is currently threatened by a very tipsy, and very touchy Lucy Chen. She's been leaning into him for the past half hour, invading his mind and his personal space, and Tim is in his very own version of hell.

“Hey, Lopez, I'm taking Chen home.”

Angela nods, giving him a knowing smile and he knows she hasn't had as much to drink as she led on. He can't quite say the same for Lucy.

At her insistence—and because he knows it'll do her morning hangover good—they stop for tacos on their way to her apartment, and end up eating them mostly in silence in the back part of Tim's truck. He glances at her with a puzzled expression. Lucy is never normally this quiet. As if she can read his mind, she leans in again, resting her head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of content, and he figures she must be exhausted from the dancing and the alcohol, so he lets her.

He tries to ignore how good it feels—how natural the weight of her head is and how he almost feels flattered that she trusts him this much. When she lifts it suddenly, he mourns the loss.

Tim isn't left wondering for long, because Lucy grins and—in what seems a natural extension of her resting her head on his shoulder—leans further in and presses her lips against his.

He's a much worse person than people give him credit for, because he doesn't instantly pull away. Instead he allows her lips to move softly over his, his hands finding purchase on her hips, pulling her in before pulling back. He's going straight to hell just for wanting this so much that he has to convince himself this isn't the way.

Because Tim has been in love with Lucy for a while, but this—filling some invisible hole inside of her when she's drunk—isn't how he’s imagined it. Her lips chase his for a moment, before she realizes he's not kissing her back anymore and her mouth forms a pout.

“Lucy—”

“Um, no I get it. Crystal clear.” Her big eyes fill with tears and she looks down to hide her cheeks flaming with rejection.

“That's not—I'm not—”

“You don't have to explain.”

“I'm not saying no. Just, not like this. Not right now.”

Her eyes widen and she dares to look up. Understanding fills her features and somewhere inside of him hope blooms.

He drops her off at her apartment, walks her up to her door and remains the picture of a gentleman the entire time.

Only when he's telling her to lock the door, to drink water and take an aspirin, does he allow himself to let loose the words weighing him down.

“God, I hope you still want this tomorrow.”

She offers him a soft smile before closing the door, and it's the most sober she's looked since they left the bar.

Tim drives back to his house, making a mental note to thank Angela, even though he doesn't sleep a wink that night.

Lucy's stubborn “I will,” to his desperate sentence is echoing in his mind on repeat, the promise of tomorrow lingering in the air around him. When his tired brain finally does shut down, and he succumbs to sleep, it's no surprise Tim dreams of kissing Lucy.

[nerflufser]

Djsjjsd shittttyy drawing that took me two days cuz I’ve been un-motivated.

[frikatilhi]

those moments when someone on the European tour had a sign saying that they want Käärijä to step on them and he got all flustered and confused, and then when he got the whip in Apollo and was like *what the fuck is this* and handled it like a cat toy (miau) made me think that he is quite vanilla in bed but ready to explore stuff, and I've been imagining him and Bojan trying all kinds of kinky equipment and new toys but both just giggling because they have no idea what they are doing <3

I'm so sorry anon, this is not the fic you're looking for. But this idea is so endlessly funny to me, especially those two moments you mentioned. His utter bafflement on why would someone want him to step on them, and the fact that his first instinct on what to use the whip for was a cat toy... Priceless.

So all I've really got is this.

*

Jere has no idea why people think he’s a savage in bed.

Just because he likes to perform topless and often wet, keep his dancers in a leash, lick or kiss his co-performers, talk about his dick a lot, mention fingers in his ass, fondle himself on stage, flick his tongue out every chance he gets, make an onlyfans advent calendar, put on a bra from time to time, or repost obvious thirst traps of himself, does not mean he’s into… well, all the things people seem to think he’s into.

So when Bojan finds that one box in this gift room, he is pretty embarrassed.

He watches Bojan’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of that… thing. Then Bojan grins. 

“Do you have… something to tell me?” he asks, eyes twinkling. 

“No! Some fan send it, I don’t even…” Jere grabs the toy from Bojan and turns it around in his hands. He isn’t even sure what it’s supposed to do, which way it goes or where. What is wrong with people?

He sees a button and presses it without thinking. The following BZZZZZZZZ WAUWAUWAUWAU sound startles him so much he lets out an embarrassing squeak and the monstrosity flies out of his hands and lands on the floor, still writhing and vibrating and making that noise.

Bojan is laughing now, picks up the toy, turns it off and puts it back in its box.

“There, it’s okay. It can’t hurt you now.” He looks at Jere, wagging his eyebrows. “Unless you want it to, of course.”

“Um, no thanks,” Jere says with a giggle. Then he sobers.

“Am I… boring? In bed?” he asks, taking Bojan’s hand.

“No, of course not! I like you just the way you are,” Bojan says. “But if you ever want to try… something, anything, I’m always open to it.”

Jere eyes him, suspiciously. “Like what?”

“Well,” Bojan says, pondering. “We could… leave the lights on next time?”

[garfieldsladybird]

🦒 for timothee plssss, I just got home from the dispensary and seen the celebration post ! 🌬 congratulations!

thank youu <33

oh god first time riding- writing Timothée ;))

 warning: drugs, smoking. words: 306. kisses. implied smut.

Smoke is weird. The way it goes left but also right and it goes all in different ways. From a bong, it could go straight out and then flow away but from a joint or a blunt, it goes in a mismatched direction, and sometimes it's prettier.

“your so pretty,” Timmy states with a sheepish smile, mostly completely out of it but it didn’t matter you both were.

Snapping out of watching the smoke, your eyes re-dilating as you turn to look at him, to find him staring at you with adoration, “you are too,” you say, a smile growing on your face, your hand that was hanging loosely above you was now hanging off the arm on the couch.

“Mon amour?” he says with arms wide, “come here,” he says but comes out like gibberish.

Climbing over to him on the couch with the blunt, he pulls you sit on him so your back is to his chest, his arms around your waist, and you both just melt into each other. While watching the show you guys had on, you bring the blunt back up to take a drag, feeling him nuzzle into your neck, giving you kisses.

“Hi,” you say quietly, passing it with a smile.

“Hi,” he whispers back, his face more on your shoulder so you could look at him, grabbing the blunt he rolled for you, “one kiss?" he asks before puckering his lips.

Giving in, you lean in giving him a kiss, eyes fluttering shut, you can taste the grape-flavored blunt wrap from him but you pull away just as fast as the kiss started, pulling a whine from him making him chase after your lips which he caught, deepening the kiss. But soon pulled away to inhale the blunt, before continuing with the kisses.

A long night that was.

© gαяƒιєℓ∂ѕℓα∂увιя∂. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾!!

[zillylilguyz]

Hi sorry deciding to be indulgent if you’re still taking sketch requests.

could I possibly have a Terrow sketch. If not that’s fine, then maybe a Veronica sketch

ITS NOT GREAT BUT HERE SMILES :]

[nahoyasboyfriend]

After ten million years the Frakenkyle one shot is done! I'm free!!!!

[harringroveheart]

Chapters: 31/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

New chapter baffled in love and hate (part one) is up!

Billy hates riding the bus; it’s fucking humiliating. He hasn’t had to schlep it since he was a kid, and at least he was dumb enough back then to enjoy pretending he was driving it. Now the only thing that makes it remotely bearable is knowing Max is having an even worse time on the middle-school bus, since she hates everyone and everything before noon, and since she and her mom got into it over breakfast over whether she should be allowed to hitch a ride on the back of Sinclair’s bike until Billy gets his wheels back.

^^^

[jessberriies]

i like to think saltbaker sings to bon bon. we know he has a great singing voice during his redemption song!

" . . . . Ugh, what on earth is that sound..."

". . . What a nuisance, who's up at such a late hour? Singing no less. . Why does that voice sound so familiar? "

"You. So persistent aren't you?

"Your pursuit in something sickeningly sweet shall be your ultimate heartbreak. . . .. You have a cute face... And a voice to match, this is just a fleeting feeling, however..." It wasn't...

[imjulia-andilikecats]

🦈If you get this, answer with three facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications (anonymously if you wish to). Let’s get to know the person behind the blog🦈

Dude. Thank you for the ask and sorry for taking forever! 😭😭😭😭

TW: Close Up pic of my mouth👄

1) I like potatoes🥔

2) I have a mole on the outline of my mouth. Which means I eat and talk a lot. (Which I do, very often.) Also, yes, I have a mustache and I'm a girl.

3) I like spending my money on my family. 💸

[suburbanlegnd]

I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

THEY TOLD ME ALL OF MY CAGES WERE MENTAL SO I GOT WASTED LIKE ALL MY POTENTIAL AND MY WORDS SHOOT TO KILL WHEN I'M MAD I HAVE A LOT OF REGRETS ABOUT THAT I WAS SO AHEAD OF THE CURVE, THE CURVE BECAME A SPHERE FELL BEHIND ON MY CLASSMATES, AND I ENDED UP HERE POURING OUT MY HEART TO A STRANGER BUT I DIDN'T POUR THE WHISKEY

[oceandiagonale]

I hope you’re in the mood for shippy fanart because here’s some!! 🥰

(and if u r not then…damn (?) 🙈 

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(submitted by @panpuntastic-ish in April 2020)

OH YEAH I CAN POST THIS NOW AFTER YOU’VE WAITED OVER 2 YEARS BECAUSE I’VE FINALLY STARTED DOING THE SHIPPY STUFF!!!!!! 😳😳😳