#that sentence in pink was added while proofreading

[marblealphabetsoup]

Heya.

So... this account has been made separately from my main stuff. Maybe some people know who I am or what this is, but hopefully not all that many. I'm making this because someone suggested I let a few things off my chest that I've been keepin' quiet for a pretty long time.

The purpose here is to air my brain out I guess.

For starters, hi. You can call me Marbles if you want. That's not my name, but I don't need to share it, especially if this is what I'm doing.

For what I'm doing; I have reason to believe I'm... plural.

Wow. That was kinda hard to type. I mean, it's easy to spell, but it's not like I've ever really felt comfy saying that; not to my friends, family, so of course I'm saying it to a bunch of strangers on the internet!

Either way... known for quite a bit, tried to fight it, pushed it down, masked it for sooooooooooooo frickadiling long. Haven't really talked about it sans (heheh skeleton... I miss him) a few peeps who've had to live with something similar. That's not all I want to talk about, but I want to finally be honest about it... here we are I guess.

As far as I'm aware, it's not DID. I get distracted pretty easily, but I've never had any sort of blackouts or memory problems. Even when it's "someone else in the driver's seat" acting as a "pilot" I'm still watching, listening, and remembering the whole dealio. I just sometimes get kicked to passenger, though usually it's me just having to listen to the peanut gallery up there. I've usually got 1-3 passengers or co-pilots. If I had to take a guess, my brain has around 2-3 dozen maybe? Some only stick about for a day or two, but quite a few have been kicking for months or years.

Heck if they were real and watching this, currently imaging their mouths hangin' wide open with big ol' eyes. 'Cause... I mean, there's not really a way for me to know it's not just in my head, hence the airing my thoughts out *jazzhands.* But to them at least this would be a "big deal" or somethin' idk.

Yes, it is a big deal. You have no idea how proud I am of you right now, kiddo.

...

Recently I lost one of them. Let's refer to these guys as... my marbles. Eyyyyyy I've lost my marbles! Aha.... ah... I lost a marble and I think he's gonna be gone for a while... already lost him once, at least this time he left on his own terms. I don't know how to talk about this. How do you grieve someone who was only ever in your head?

Anyways, that's why I'm here and... I... guess I'm doing this.

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* cold hands

— summary : frozen yogurt dates with peter

— pairings : tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, pet names, the normal cheesy first dates, peter and reader being awkward and cute, holding hands, messy plot, not proofread, lmk if i missed any !!

a/n : more fluffy peter blurbs because i may or may not have an angsty idea for him soon wink wink ;) this blurb is so random but i've been craving frozen yogurt so i thought this would be cute.

you grab onto your leather jacket as you see peter from across the street right next to the frozen yogurt store.

"hi." you smiled.

peter's eyes immediately lit up as he saw your smile, "hey." he smiled back.

"you look pretty nice." he says, fumbling his words — "wait- not pretty nice i mean you do i-" he pauses sighing as he couldn't find the right words, "you look pretty, and nice. really pretty and really nice."

the skies turn pink as your face does the same. "you look really pretty and nice too." you nodded.

"oh! these are for you bye the way." peter pulled a flower bouquet from his bag, a bit crumbled. "aw they're lovely." you commented as a petal fell, "they were nice."

"i'd say they held up pretty well, you got my favorite colors there too." you added.

"i'll get you new ones, that don't have missing petals on each flower." peter smiles, putting the flower back in his bag.

"well, let's get some frozen yogurt now." you say, gesturing towards the store.

peter bought you some frozen yogurt and you two talked for a while, walking towards a park as the sun begins to set.

you got to know eachother, his interests, your interests, favorite colors, food, music taste, and much much more.

you've always admired peter from afar in your class. he always stood out to you, his sarcastic humor, his well written character, the way his hair is always so perfect everyday.

he's always nice too, standing up for you that one time flash made a comment about your art studies.

but you've always just seen him as a small crush, too afraid to make any moves. until you found a note from peter in your locker, asking if you wanna hang out sometime.

you've worked with him in projects before, but you've never had an actual conversation and interaction with him.

you're nervous yes, but peter is just that type of person that you could easily talk to, like talking to an old friend you haven't seen in a while.

"you wanna try it? it's really good!" you offered, "no it's fine you go enjoy it." he nodded still smiling at you.

"it's really good, pete," — "really, try it!" you offered again as he accepts it.

"see?" you look at peter as he furrows his brows. "not a fan?" you pout.

"sour." peter states, "it's yogurt peter, say it with me, yo-gurt." you smiled.

"i mean if you like it i can learn to like it too." he shrugs his shoulder.

you smile at his sentence as you arrive at the park with peter.

you finish your frozen yogurt, sitting next to peter at the bench, getting the best view of the sunset.

you rub your hands on your jacket, warming up your hands from the cold treat you just had.

"you cold?" peter asked, "oh, no, just my hands." you reply as he looked down on your hands before gently holding it.

he looked every where else other than you, avoiding the awkwardness of eye contact.

"that is literally so cheesy." you smile, holding his hand back. "cheesy?" he laughs — "it's sweet, but cheesy." you stated.

you continued your afternoon walking around the busy streets of new york before peter walks you back home.

"tonight was really nice y/n." — "i had an amazing time with you, really." continued, "it was really nice spending time with you peter, i really enjoyed it." you wave.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" he says, referring to school. "mhm, bye pete." you wave goodbye as he skipped away.

[okwonyo]

calling them “husband” trend.

ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 ♡ femreader & fluff established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship kissing 0.6k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung would do a double take instantly, head whipping to your distraction with his big brown eyes widened. would look at you with the same look on his face as you continue to talk; a flustered smile slowing creeping on his face.. “d-did i hear that right?” he’d ask, a nervous laugh leaving his lips as he does so. whereupon you confirm what he heard the first time, adding ‘my husband’ at the end of your sentence, his smile would get even bigger.

jay would not be fazed in the slightest, continuing to bring the water bottle to his soft lips; still carefully listening to what you are saying. would nod along what you say— “...so i told her, ‘my husband..’, ” his lips would quirk up whenever you say that, especially coming from you, heartthrob-ing word. after a moment, he’d see through you, “you can say whatever you want but it’s coming... i got you, princess”

jake would be beyond happy about it, giggling soon after the word ‘husband’ reaches his ears and he realizes it’s used to call him, every word that’d come after would fly above his head. smile widening everytime you call him that; he’d barely aware of the fact that you are just testing him.. would start giggling when your gaze meets his— would bury his face in the crook of your shoulder at some point, embarrassment mixed with enthusiasm taking all over his body..

sunghoon would not think too much of it, at first. still listening to you or whatever you might talk about, he’d think you just made a mistake or that he didn’t hear it right. would do a double take when he hears it again; did you really call him ‘husband’ or is he just daydreaming...? “h-hey..! what did you just call me?” he’d question after realization hits, pink hue starting to appear on his cheeks. you’d probably ignore him and continue to talk— to tease him a bit.

sunoo would be utterly shocked, but in the most adorable way, head swapping to you as soon as the word escapes from your lips.. face expression giving his thoughts away: what did you just call him..would wait until you say it again to ask you a really stupid question, alongside the lines of “who are you talking to?”— he’d get so flattered and joyful when you confirm his doubt; smiling widely after giving you a sweet cheek kiss.

jungwon would not really realize instantly— maybe just a few seconds after you said it, as you’d continue to talk; would replay what you just said a moment ago in his head, warm feeling taking over his body when he finally realizes. you’d watch a wake of a smile absentmindedly creeping on his rosy lips, he’d be unaware of that himself, eyes looking at something and nodding along frenetically. would barely be listening to what you are saying, well too happy about a single word.

riki would get so, so flustered; eyes growing cutely wide and head snapping to you at the speed of light.. the word ‘husband’ leaving naturally your mouth would catch him out of guard; his face would go progressively more red as he keep thinking about it. would lose all the confidence he has in himself to meet your beautiful eyes, hiding his face in his hands just when he hears one of your giggles. would think about it for days, while feeling his heart beating faster; “the effect this girl has on me.. is ridiculous”

taglist reblogged! also.. i didn’t know if ‘heartthrobing’ was a word so i added a little dash hhhh ㅠㅠ (accidentally deleted it... so reblogs will be greatly appreciated!!)

[daydreamingleclerc]

the babysitter 0.2 - mason mount

this is the very long awaited second part to 'the babysitter'. if you haven't read part one, it can be found here.

story summary: in which, after his ex-fiancee and your best friend, ashley, walked out on mason and their two year old daughter, gabriella, you’ve been babysitting her while mason goes to important events, and after a heated night, things get complicated.

warnings: the smut kicks off straight away (!!!). protected sex, oral, fingering, a bit of dirty talk and one or two petnames? soft!mason, angst (like,,, pretty major), talk of a (kind of??) deadbeat mother, swearing ??? i think that’s it. hasn’t been proofread x

requests are closed. dedicating this to @princessdemo purely bc she is single dad!mason's biggest fan <3 

this is quite long and the end is pretty cheesy because i don’t like writing angst whatsoever, but it needed angst for the storyline to work <33 

“god, mason,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch when he stroked your clit with his thumb, lips attaching to your nipple, “i need you, ‘s been so long since i’ve done this.” 

mason made a noise in the back of his throat at your words, the tone of your voice sounded completely fucked out despite barely even being touched. his lips travelled back up your neck and up to your lips, where he tugged the bottom one between his teeth. 

“why do you want to rush, Y/N? we’ve got all night,” he stated, his breath hot on your cheeks and engulfing you in him, “i promise i’ll make it worth while.” 

you nodded, and let mason guide you to the bed where you laid back with your legs dangling over the edge waiting for him to touch you. his tongue circled your clit over the silk material of the shorts, and you jolted at the feeling. you ached for him, to feel every inch of him inside of you but you just didn’t know how to put your feelings into words. 

he dipped a finger inside of you, his face inches from yours as he watched you fight off the need to moan, knowing that his daughter was only the other side of the landing. “you look so pretty underneath me like this, darling,” he cooed, his lips catching your jawline between them and sucking into the skin, “so wet all for me, hm?” 

“all for you, mason,” you nodded, a breathless moan tumbling from your lips. he added another finger, and then another one, stretching you out so you were ready for him, and he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. both of you knew it was wrong, sleeping beside one another in the same bed he shared with your best friend, fucking you in the pyjama’s she wore, and worst of all treating it like it was your own life, like it was normal; but neither of you cared in that moment. 

“good girl,” he drawled, “i can feel you getting close, wanna cum over my fingers?” 

all you could do was nod, unable to string a coherent sentence together. it was pathetic on your behalf, mason had barely touched you, but you were so desperate and responsive for any form of touch that it overwhelmed your senses. you came over his fingers with a soft cry of his name, your chest heaving as you fought off several loud moans as best you could. 

mason let out a long breath at the sight, and brought his fingers to his tongue, where he tasted you oh-so sweetly on his fingers, and the sight made you whimper. you sat up, the silk material of the top ripping at the seam, and helped mason tug at his jeans. 

“fuck, Y/N, so eager,” he hissed when you wrapped your lips around his tip, pink and already leaking pre-cum. the top ripped at the seam some more as you bent down to suck him off, and it was driving mason wild. his hands braced against your shoulders, and with a gentle tap of his forefinger you pulled off of him with a pop.

“can i..?” 

you nodded before he’d finished his words, his forefinger hooking at the busted seam of the top and pulling at the strings until it split in two and your boobs were free from the restraints of the silk. he gawked for a few seconds, before his lips attached around one of them and you whimpered gently, tugging his jeans further down his legs until they pooled at the floor. 

“please, mason,” you whined, “please, i need you.” 

“lay back, princess,” he instructed, helping you up to the pillows. he got on his knees and straddled you, pulling his shirt off of his back and making a beeline straight for your lips. “i could kiss you all night.” 

your cheeks flushed and a soft pink covered the apples of them as you stifled a giggle. his fingers hooked under your shorts and - with the help of you lifting your hips up off of the bed - they slid right off. mason leaned over you to his bedside table, where he pulled out a condom, and you chuckled. 

“it’s like you knew this would happen,” you teased, earning you a jab into the ribs in response. 

“i always keep them in here, thank you very much,” he stated, cashing in on a few of the laughs. you watched him with soft, doe-like eyes as he rolled the condom onto his dick with ease, and he braced his hands on either side of your face, “ready?” 

“ready.” 

he mustered up the courage for a few seconds before pushing into you, watching your face intently as your eyes rolled back at the initial feeling. nothing in the world could compare to it, and when his pubic bone hit your skin and you realised he’d pushed himself into you fully, you whined. 

he dragged in and out of you for a few pumps, his head dipping into your shoulder as he watched his dick disappear inside of you. “fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, “you’re so tight.” 

“mhm,” you nodded, wrapping an arm around his bicep and stroking his hot skin, “and you’re not going fast enough.” 

mason laughed at that, a loud, throaty laugh that made your heart flutter. he picked up the pace of his hips, moving your arms so they wrapped around his shoulders. one of his hands tugged at your legs, pushing them apart a further so he had easier access inside of you, and you moaned into his mouth. 

“better?” 

“fuck, yes,” you breathed, your face scrunching up in pleasure, “so fuckin’ good.” 

you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, clenching around mason with every thrust and feeling the familiar onsets of a shake in your thighs. you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet, and the sight of seeing you so fucked out made mason moan softly. 

“i’m so close, mason,” you moaned, snaking a hand down to rub at your clit, “you’re gonna make me -” 

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you were cumming around his dick, your back arching up so high your bellybutton touched his. the clenching of your pussy while you orgasmed triggered his own - “fuck, Y/N, i can’t hold off.” -your lips finding one anothers in order to keep you both quiet, drinking in the others moans as you both rode out your highs. 

you stayed like that for a while, lip locked while mason’s dick softened slightly inside of you, until eventually he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back beside you, tossing the condom away and helping you under the covers. 

you checked the baby monitor beside his bed, and gabriella had hardly moved an inch since the last time you checked. mason’s warmth radiated across the bed as he lay beside you, already half asleep and carefully and quietly you shuffled closer until you were tucked comfortably under his arm. 

“i enjoyed that,” he admitted proudly, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheekbone as you both relished in one anothers warmth. 

“i did too,” you replied, even though your eyes couldn’t help but wander across ashley’s untouched side of the bedroom, catching glimpses of the expensive perfume and jewelry on vanities and drawers, “i can’t help but feel guilty though.” 

“why?” you felt mason’s eyebrows furrow against your temple and it made you shiver softly, “do you think we shouldn’t of done it?” 

“no, no, that’s not what i’m saying,” you shifted so you could look at him, and the hand that was resting on your shoulder moved to your cheek, where he stroked it gently, “did it not feel weird? like you were cheating on her with her best friend?” 

“ex best friend,” mason corrected you, and the both of you shared a soft chuckle, “and, uh, no, it didn’t feel like that to me.” 

there was a short silence that sat among you, the only thing filling it was the rustling of gabriella in her bed on the monitor and mason’s breathing, which was louder than yours. you tugged the duvet up your chest higher, “what happened between you both?” 

the feeling in the air shifted immediately, and you half-regretted asking the question, but something inside of you told you that mason would be truthful. 

“she cheated on me a few times,” he admitted after a long, painful silence in which you’d opened your mouth to tell him it didn’t matter, but he beat you to it, “claimed she didn’t when it was extremely obvious she was doing it, refused to ever help out with bree and acted as if she was a dampener on her life.”

your heart sank at the obviousness of mason’s pain, and you put a hand on his chest, as if to tell him he didn’t have to continue, but he did. “my final straw was the used pregnancy tests in the bin,” the silence was so thick in that moment you felt like you were in a movie, “we hadn’t had sex in a while, probably three or so months, and if she was pregnant there was no way it was mine.” 

“was she?” 

mason’s breathing was ragged, and you ached for him, wanting desperately to make all his pain stop, but not really understanding the extent of your own feelings. 

“i think so, couldn’t bring myself to check the tests properly,” he sighed, “i took bree to my parents and told her she had two days to clear out, and when we came back she hadn’t even bothered picking up half of her stuff.” 

bree rustled around in her cot, and both you and mason leaned around to the monitor to check she was okay, and he let out a long, deep sigh at finally getting it off of his chest.

“do you hate her?”

his eyes caught yours, and even in the low light, and despite his sadness, he still had the twinkling glow in his iris’. “yes,” he admitted, and then he made a face, although you couldn’t quite place the expression. “she will always be the mother of my child and i will always have to stay somewhat civil with her, but i will never forgive her for what she did to gabriella.”

“you really are a great dad, mason,” you stroked his chin, and his eyes never left your face, all the pining he’d been doing over the last however many years had built and built up to this moment, “gabriella loves you.” 

his lips found yours again, and it was a good hour before the two of you eventually settled down to sleep, too engrossed in the others touch to give in to slumber.

                                         *

mason stirred early the next morning due to his alarms, much to your displeasure, but you managed to drift off back to sleep once they’d been switched off. mason’s lips trailed along your shoulderblades as you shifted in bed beside him when you woke up an hour or so later, the sunlight hot on your face. you rubbed at your eyes with the balls of your hands and mason admired how you looked in the sunlight. 

“morning.” 

“morning, gorgeous,” you felt a blush on your cheeks at the nickname, “ashley’s coming for gabriella in a bit so she can go to nursery, and i’ve already re-charged your car battery so it’s ready to go.” 

you smiled, bringing a hand around to the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss softly. “thanks, mason,” you hummed, but furrowed your eyebrows straight after, “i could’ve taken gabri to nursery if you’d of asked.” 

“we were a bit too preoccupied last night for me to think about asking you to take my daughter to nursery,” he admitted, and both of you giggled, “besides, you’ve already got a lot to do, i didn’t want to add to the stress.” 

your heart fluttered once more at his kindness, and you pulled him in for another kiss. the pair of you were so caught up in one another to realise that mason’s bedroom door had been pushed open, there standing gabriella, watching you both with a shimmer in her eyes.

“mummy?” 

mason’s lips froze on yours like a deer in the headlights, and neither of you knew how to respond. gabriella stood patiently in the doorway, and mason shifted first, but ultimately you were the one who spoke. 

“no, gabri it’s not mummy,” you smiled, sitting upright in bed - thankful you’d gotten cold in the night and put on one of mason’s shirts, “it’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N!” gabriella squeaked, jumping onto the bed as fast as she could and wiggling her way between the pair of you, and mason chuckled. her arms wrapped around your neck and she pushed her head against your cheek, her hair falling into your mouth. mason’s heart was the one fluttering now, and he stroked gabriella’s back. 

“bree, come on sweetie lets let Y/N wake up a little bit, daddy needs to put you in the bath and give you some breakfast before mummy picks you up to go to nursery.” 

“i want Y/N to take me to nursery,” she frowned, flopping down beside you and crawling onto mason’s lap, “i don’t want to see mummy.” 

your heart sank at the tone of gabriella’s voice, and you tucked the hair behind her ears and mason watched as you scooted closer, “how about, if you go to nursery with mummy, i’ll make sure next time i come round we bake cookies for daddy like we did last time.” 

gabriella’s frown faded and her lips turned up into a smile, and once again she wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you. 

eventually, after tearing the kitchen down in his plight, mason managed to get gabriella to eat breakfast without spilling anything down her new dress, and you watched from the hallway as the pair of them exchanged affection while mason zipped up her coat, his eyes flickering towards the clock in frustration. 

“i can take her if you’re worried about ashley being late,” you offered, finishing the loop on your trainers. mason’s face softened as he thought about his answer and then he shook his head with a sigh. 

“better not, ashley’s already wringing my neck about the fact she doesn’t see her enough - sweetie, come and say goodbye to Y/N.” mason held his hand out for gabriella to hold and you hooked your hands under her armpits, pressing soft kisses all over her cheeks. 

“don’t be too good for daddy,” you jabbed her arm gently, “it’s not fun being good is it?” the little girl shook her head and you beamed back at her, pressing another soft kiss to her nose before setting her down. 

“thank you for last night - for all of it,” mason smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “i’ll call you soon, okay?” 

you nodded, and while gabriella wasn’t looking, you snuck in a quick peck on mason’s lips, and left in the warmth of your car. 

                                         * 

you found yourself stirring at a harsh ringing of your phone some point later that day after going back to your flat and getting a bit too comfortable in bed. you were still wearing mason’s shirt, and yawned as you found some shorts to slip over your legs. 

the ringing of your phone didn’t stop until you answered it eventually. at first, you didn’t recognise the woman on the other end of the line, sitting in an expensive leather interior car  until she peeled off her sunglasses, and your eyes widened at the sight. ashley hadn’t spoken to you in months, and she was now facetiming you, and you were wearing her ex-husband’s shirt. 

“i don’t remember telling you that you can sleep with my husband.”

“ex-husband,” you corrected her before a loud and obnoxious yawn left your lips. the divorce papers were signed months ago, yet ashley still wore the engagement ring on her finger as if it were a prize, and it angered you. “what’re you doing, ash?” 

“i was surprised when my daughter told me that she saw you in my bed this morning,” she stated, arms folded over her chest and you rolled your eyes, exhausted over an argument that hadn’t even started. “you always wanted what you can’t have, Y/N.” 

“don’t accuse me of being the bad person, ash, you revoked that right a long time ago when you left them,” you retorted, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers, “i’m not apologising for having a genuine connection with mason and gabriella.” 

the two of you continued to speak over the phone, the occasional raised voice from her paired with a sarcastic comment from you eventually fizzled out until she started to make you feel a painful sense of guilt for everything you’d done the night previous, and when you went quiet she realised her tactics had worked. 

“what did she say to you?” 

mason’s voice echoed through your bedroom now, several days after, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “it’s not what she said, mason, it’s how i felt after we spoke,” you pulled his hand from your hair, “i can’t be that person, the one that comes between a family and ends up hated.” 

“she was just saying that to make you feel guilty!” mason retaliated, his voice slightly higher, “this is what she does, Y/N, don’t you see that?” 

you frowned, and it was then that you realised you were in two states of mind - your head told you that you should move on, that one day the three of them would be the happy family you’d all assumed they’d be, but your heart told you that this was yours for the taking, that mason and gabriella were yours. 

“i don’t want to hurt anyone, mason, especially not you and definitely not gabriella, but i can’t be that woman,” you checked the clock above his head, and felt the warmth of his skin radiating around the room, even in this situation, “gabri’s about to finish nursery, you should probably leave.”

[rozu-minaki]

Hello🐹 I has a request- some of the MHA/BNHA boys that get hard when his fem!S/O puts on lip gloss? like- the shine that it gives her lips would look so good around his hard cock :)

other details- non-hero!UA and this is NOT to fetishize black people!!! (I'm black anyway)

only if you're comfortable and if requests are open 😊

remember to drink water and eat daily ☺

Omg my first request- okay okay so I’m gonna try my best because this is my first request and full blown drabble post so yea! I wasn’t sure which characters to pick so I just went with the ones I think would fit well with this! As always characters are aged up. Hope u enjoy! And yes requests are open! warnings: basically some smut and some small fluff

Iida: oohhh man this dude did not expect you to put on lip gloss, especially in that pretty pink glittery shade. You two were enjoying your day waltzing around town when you stopped to use a public restroom and while he was outside waiting you had an idea and decided to use an expensive gloss momo had bought you a while back. You slicked it on your lips and walked out innocently as if you didn’t know what you were doin. Iida hadn’t noticed until you started talking about getting some food when he saw those pretty lips and instantly felt his pants become uncomfy. Needless to say, he pulled you into a cafe and shoved you into the bathroom where well you got covered in some Other kinda white substance ;>

Bakugou: you two were expected at a party and as usual you had taken longer then him not our fault the man takes less time to get ready 🙄. Anywho, you had gotten all dolled up in a pretty red dress and black heels. You were just finishing up your makeup when you saw the gloss youve had but never used, so without thought you decided to put it on since the shade was a nice touch to your makeup and outfit. While bakugou was sitting on the couch on his phone he heard the bedroom door cream open and the clicks of your heels walking over. He finally looked up from his phone to ask if your dumbass was finally ready when he stopped mid sentence to see those pretty red lips. So he stood up, slung you over his shoulder and carried you back into the bedroom you came from, party long forgotten.

Izuku: Today was yours and Izukus date as a 1 year anniversary so you wanted to go all out. Pretty outfit pretty hair pretty everything. You used all your favorite makeup products including that signature glittery lip gloss you wore only on special occasions. You covered your lips and puckered them up and basically hyped your beautiful ass up cause girlboss obviously. Once you got ready you heard a knock at your door to which you went to anwser and saw izuku in his gorgeous suit and tie and flowers ready in hand. Of course the boy was shy and stumbled over his words to ask if you were ready. You nodded and began to follow him out to the car. You both had a wonderful date however when you two had gotten to his place was when the fun began. You two went inside and basically went at it like rabbits, clothes flying, hands gripping in every place, and that’s when he was ontop of you that he said he did not want that pretty gloss go to waste. Needless to say he woke up with kisses all over him especially in the lower region <3

Todoroki: Shoto being the sweet boy he was planned a little getaway to a flower field since he knew you both were interested in nature and such. He had gotten ready first and while waiting for you he took a small nap to rest up before the long drive there. You on the otherhand had different plans. You had prepared a cute cottage core like outfit with light makeup and some added on freckles, you were trying to go for a fairy/elf look. So obviously you wanted to look glowy and mysterious and what better shimmery thing to use then lip gloss. You put on your favorite shimmery pink tint one and was on your way to wake up sho. When you did though he just sat and stared for a moment before asking “Did I die or something why is there an angel in front of me???” You had giggled and thanked him for the compliment (though he actually thought you were) and got him up and you two were on your way to the flower field. Needless to say you got railed in a very pretty setting with lip gloss smudged all over shotos face and body.

Kirishima: Kirishima had been watching you do your makeup for a while now, just admiring your features before and after and enjoying every second of it. He had said his occasional yet meaningful compliment everytime you did a new part of the makeup but when he saw you grab the one weakness product he was done for. You hadn’t noticed for a while now but whenever you used that gloss it drove Kiri mad. The way he only pictured your pretty lips rapped around his red riot dick with your eyeliner smudged just made the man go insane with lust. He had been staring for a while now so when you asked if he was alright all he could say was “ please let me fuck you” to which you were surprised but happily agreed and let him do what he had been fantasizing about everytime you wore that dammed gloss.

Shinsou: It was a date set at a cat cafe obviously. You two had been snuggling cats and sipping coffee for a while now when you realized your gloss had lost its touch so you reapplied it and that’s when he saw it in all its glory, oh how he wished you had been under him whining about how it was to much and that all he could say was that you could take it like a good kitty. He was now in a daze when he felt you poke his cheek and he just smirked and began to whisper seductive words in your ear and you just had to play it cool since others were around, only allowing the occasional blush and whine here and there. When you two got home however was when the real fun began and his fantasy became a reality.

Ack! I’m so sorry this is so bad- it’s like 1am rn and this isn’t proofread so if theres any mistakes or anything you’d like changed or someone added please let me know as I’m open to (kind) criticism! I hope you enjoyed none the less though thanks for the request love <3

[etherealeeknow]

toxic

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader

• wc: 1.434

• tw: toxic relationship, explicit language, mild rope play, fingering (f), oral (m&f)- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: inspired by true events, heh. this isn’t proofread so i’m sorry for any mistakes! i’ll get to it soon! and although i have mixed feelings about this fic, i hope you’ll enjoy it ;-; also, please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes. (psst, don’t be shy to drop by my ask!)

• song recommendation: bitter love - pia mia

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your deep slumber was interrupted by jumbled sounds; they weren’t necessarily too loud, but the continuous groans that followed behind added them up, and you had to force your heavy eyelids to open while mumbling incoherent words that grabbed jisung’s attention. cursing under his breath, he instantly locked his phone, all the noises vanished in just a matter of seconds. “i’m sorry. i should’ve used my earphones,” he said as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to your chin and wrapped his arms around you, closing the distance. “you always say that then repeat the exact same thing the next day,” you sighed in annoyance and shimmied your way out of his embrace to turn your back against him. you could picture the bitter expression on his face when he wrapped his arms around you again and apologized for the second time, only to be replied with complete silence. 

it was undeniable that you got mad over such a small silly matter, but you couldn’t help it. jisung had always been like this—careless. time after time, you’d question him the same thing, which was whether or not his feelings for you were real. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung just couldn’t wrap his head around how and where you got your energy to stay mad at him 24/7. everything he did seemed to be a crime to you, and it made him cuss at those teenage romcom movies, calling them a scam. despite all the cons and infinite bickers, none of you had ever called it quits.

this is toxic. i should end it.

“baby, look-” you didn’t let him finish the sentence and told him to shut up instead—that was when he withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh, then nothing. turning back, you saw him on his phone again and it made your blood boil so you snatched it away. “what the hell-” “no. it’s you,” you emphasized loud and clear, index finger poking his chest, “what the hell, jisung?” you added, still repeating the same gesture and you could see his expression growing more and more annoyed with each poke, but that didn’t stop you, even after he warned you. “what the fuck do you want? i told you i’m sorry!” scoffing, you ignored him and was about to get off bed when he clutched your hand and pinned you down on the mattress. “answer me, y/n. what the fuck do you want?” he hissed and it made you gulp; feeling small yet your anger was bigger. “fuck off.”

jisung laughed almost sinisterly with his head thrown back, and you trembled underneath him, both over anxiety and excitement as this was a side of him you had never encountered before. “sit,” he ordered as he undressed himself, letting his hardened cock bounced up, slapping against his abs before making his way up to you, resting right below your chest. the close up view of his pink, slightly covered with precum, tip made your eyes glistening. “suck.” like a trained puppy, you obeyed immediately—taking him whole and his mouth agape. although voiceless, pleasure was written all across his face.

your boy liked it slow; it made him feral. he lived for the feeling of having your pretty little plump lips around him; the way you could take him with ease wowed him, and he never got tired of seeing your pathetic state, especially out in public when you could barely open your mouth for days without whimpering in pain. just by imagining it made him shudder and close to release, but he didn’t want that, not yet. “s- stop- ah, fuck!” he yanked you by the hair, but that only made you go for more. you snuck your tongue out to lick his tip, sucking it, making him growl and curse before pushing you back down to the bed. “don’t you fucking move.”

he went to reach for something under the bed—a box which you never knew its existence until then. he opened it, revealing all sorts of his bizarre toy collection. you were taken aback by the surprise and got so immersed in them. jisung took the golden chance to tie your hands with a rope to the headboard. it was only until he let go and your hands got caught up above, that you snapped back in reality, yet still dazzled. this wasn’t the jisung you knew. sure, six months of being and living together couldn’t be considered as a long period, but you and jisung had fucked and talked about sex every single day, almost like it was your daily vitamin, yet such thing never came up.

another sinister laugh left his mouth upon seeing your terrorized expression. “what’s with the face, hmm?” he asked ever so sweetly, caressing your cheek, down to your neck, then to your pajamas, running his fingers up and down the little buttons before ripping them off, buttons scattered everywhere. so long, favorite pjs. your gasp only made it halfway as jisung was quick to smother himself with your bare breasts, sniffing, biting, kissing, licking, pinching, squeezing, marking, literally any possible thing he could do, he did, while you loved and whimpered over it.

you didn’t even have to beg. just your endless heavenly oh’s and ah’s were enough to get jisung down and pulled off your shorts and panties altogether. only taking a brief moment to enjoy the view of your freshly shaved cunt before diving in, and your breath hitched the moment his tongue met your pulsating core. you started grinding against his face, dying for more, and jisung understood, so he slipped in his finger, but that still wasn’t enough. “for fuck sake, ji, just fuck me already!” you cried desperately, not minding the burning pain on your wrists from pulling on the rope harshly.

but jisung didn’t give a damn. you already had a bigger control in the relationship and there was no way he was gonna let you take the lead in sex too. this was the only pride he had left, so he continued, thrusting in another finger easily into your hole, curling them to reach your sweet spot. your breathy moaned drove him over the edge and he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to release. jisung’s tongue left your nub and you nearly cried over the loss of contact, but it was all worth it when you saw him wrapping his other free hand onto his own throbbing cock, pumping it with all his might while still fingering you in ease. every inch of your body grew hotter over the sight, but no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open, the building knot in your abdomen kept causing your eyes to roll back. “so good, j- ji, shit! i’m cum-” 

you were unable to finish your sentence, but jisung knew. he could tell from your shaking legs and quickened breaths. “yes, yes, cum for me, baby, cum,” jisung choked out, nearing his own high, and right there and then, you came undone all over his fingers and on the bed, staining the white sheets with your juices. through his squinting eyes, jisung made sure to capture your expression—how pretty you looked with parted lips, rosy cheeks, and crossed eyes. he even slowed his thrust to prevent himself from coming; waiting for your bucking hips to came to a halt before he hurriedly approached you and jerked off right in front of your face, biting his lower lip when he saw you sticking your tongue out just on time when he ejaculated. 

//

“i’m sorry. i love you, y/n,” jisung uttered, lying on your lap.

“i’m sorry too. i love you, jisung,” you replied, caressing his head.

it was undeniable that you often got mad over small silly matters, but you could still bear with it, although sometimes you’d question whether or not he paid attention to the things you said, but that was it. besides, it was normal for jisung to get lost in his own world. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung found it a little difficult to understand your moodiness, especially since most of the things he did seemed to annoy you, yet he found your relationship just like how it was in those teenage romcom movies—youthful. so, despite some differences and bickers here and there, none of you had ever called it quits.

this is love. i should fight for it.

right?

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gen’s masterlist

[astranva]

Dad!Harry having all daughters and all of them are either doing his hair or putting makeup on him while asking him silly questions about himself 😙

Title: Beautiful Chaos

Word Count: 1.9k

Category: dad!harry fluff

Warnings: Not proofread but none other than that.

That was lovely to write, too, my heart is about to buRST although I couldn’t find a suitable photo for the Instagram post I add at the end oops

There were a lot of things that your husband, Harry, enjoyed. Like, you spooning him after a long day at work, like smelling your coconut scent through the house, and like the fact that he was a father of 3 healthy girls.

Perla, Emerald, and Ruby were 3 girls whom Harry could go to hell and back for, not to mention you, but it had always been like that since the moment he met you.

Perla, being 7 years old, frequently took pride in her “big sister” title, wearing it like a sash around her and especially at her school and around her friends. Out of her sisters, she was the most protective of her family and it was something that had never failed to make you and Harry melt.

Harry even often found himself going on his phone, watching a video he had discreetly recorded when she was only 2. She was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, her eyes following your every move as you made her a sandwich with your baby bump showing, in your 9th month.

“careful, mummy.”

“Mummy, careful!”

“Thank you, mummy. Thank you, little baby.”

She had said during the video, adding a kiss to your bump after her last sentence.

Then Emerald came into the world, and Harry sometimes found himself wondering if his heart had doubled its size to fit all the love he had for his family.

Being 5, Emerald – or Emma as you all frequently called her – was quiet. She was a collected, flexible child who enjoyed art. Harry’s music? She would be listening carefully to it, saying comments that not all 5-year-olds would say;

“I like the piano here.”

“Uncle Mitch did a great job here!”

“Daddy, the bass is so low.”

And it only made sense that yours and Harry’s phones were full of pictures of her with her toy guitar around her shoulders, strumming as she cutely sang Harry’s songs or even some Fleetwood Mac into her green microphone.

And then came your youngest, being 3 – Ruby.

Ruby was a funny and hyperactive child. No hairstyle could sit still for her and more often than not, she sat with messy and chaotic brown hair, clothes a little disheveled. She was definitely more of a risk-taker than her sisters.

You remember only months ago at the beginning of the year, before the pandemic outbreak, when you and Harry were visiting a friend of yours from work and they had a big dog, a Great Dane, Perla and Emerald hiding behind you and Harry as they saw the dog but Ruby thrashed in Harry’s arms, demanding he put her down so she can “play with the puppy.”

And the one time you were at Anne’s, Ruby had curiously poked Dusty’s stomach, which the cat didn’t like to defend itself, it scratched 2-year-old Ruby’s hand.

Everyone stared in shock, waiting for Ruby to break down and cry but were surprised when she stared at her hand with a frown before looking at Dusty who walked off,

“Sorry!” She had only shouted at the cat before standing and grabbing a grape to eat.

With the pandemic outbreak, your family of 5 was quarantined in your London home. Refusing to leave the house unless it was absolutely necessary, you had guided your daughters to understanding how important it was to wear a face mask while outside because it was their duty towards all people, you and Harry included.

But with the pandemic, you and Harry were busy at creating ways that would keep the kids busy as well. From movie nights to activities, you both had tried to keep the kids entertained as well as aware of what was going on as best as you could.

It was one day when everything was just slow-paced, quiet, and chill. Harry had shaved his beard and left a mustache, one that your daughters were very amused by and had been all week.

You sat with your laptop on your lap, earphones connected as you watched The Good Place, but keeping the sound low enough for you to hear what your kids were conversing about.

Harry sat beside you, reading a book he had picked up a couple of days ago, his hand behind your back, fingers gently and mindlessly caressing your back, stroking it up and down in a comforting and soothing manner.

Perla and Ruby were sat together, coloring the most recent sketched you had printed them, while Emerald was sat on the floor against your legs, trying to make you and Harry a beaded bracelet from the toy set Harry had gotten her earlier.

“Mummy, does this look nice?” She asked, turning to look at you as she raised a pink-beaded thread string.

You lowered your laptop screen, looking at her. “It looks very nice, baby. Do you want me to tie it?”

“Yes, please.” She stood, handing you the string and watching you in awe as you did as if you were doing pure magic. You tied it in the way you had learned years ago, when friendship bracelets were a thing, making sure that it can get tighter or looser, however the wearer wanted.

“There you go.”

“Thank you, Mummy.” She grinned as she took it before moving to Harry, attempting to climb him which earned her a giggle from him as he helped her up, putting his book aside before mentally cursing himself because he didn’t know where he stopped.

“Look! I made you this!” Emerald grinned as she handed Harry the bracelet, watching excitedly and waiting for his reaction.

Harry gasped dramatically, “Woooow!” He looked at the bracelet lovingly, feeling like his heart was about to burst as he put it on, vowing to never take it off to himself. “I love it, Em. Thank you so much, baby.”

Emerald grinned bashfully, raising her shoulders closer to her cheeks as she did, Harry grabbing her to press a kiss against her hairline.

You watched with pure love, show long forgotten as you paused and gave your full attention to the scene.

Noticing what was going on, your oldest and youngest paused their coloring to approach you and look at their dad’s new jewelry.

“Good job, Em. Can you make me one?” Your oldest, Perla, asked excitedly as she eyed the bracelet before grinning at her shorter sister, who excitedly nodded at her.

“Me, too!” Ruby chimed, “But blue!”

“First, Mummy,” Emerald pointed at you, “Then Per,” she pointed at her older sister, “Then Rube.”

“Starting a business, aren’t you?” Harry joked, bringing her close to his chest as he playfully gnawed on her cheek, smiling as she squealed out in laughter.

As if the idea had been in her mind for a while, Perla suddenly blurted out a question:

“Daddy, can I put makeup on you?”

You grinned, looking at Harry and waiting for his reply.

He looked at you quickly before moving back to Perla, “I don’t see why not. Go on, get the stuff you need.”

“Ruby, you think we can paint daddy’s nails?” You asked your youngest with an excited grin, hearing your husband laugh.

Ruby nodded with a squeal, holding your hand as you stood up before Perla ran in front of you, you and Ruby following her as you ran towards yours and Harry’s room to get the stuff needed.

“Blue!” Ruby pointed at the blue nail polish bottle while Perla stood with your makeup bag, “And pink.”

“Yellow, too,” Perla added.

“How about we take the whole thing.” You chuckled as you gathered the box in your hands, walking behind your squealing, excited daughters.

At the sight of you, Emerald lit up, “I’ll do daddy’s hair!”

“You girls are giving Daddy a whole makeover, huh?” Harry laughed lovingly, welcoming all the attention.

You sat on Harry’s right, Ruby on his left with the blue nail polish bottle in her hand as she sat on her stomach with Harry’s hand waiting for her. Perla sat on Harry’s lap while Emerald climbed and seated herself on Harry’s shoulders, scrunchie around her wrist as she played with Harry’s hair.

Harry would have been lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how everything was right there and then. His wife was painting his nails in pink, pastel yellow, and baby blue while his 3-year-old was having her go with his other hand, getting polish on his cuticles but trying nonetheless. His oldest daughter brushing his cheeks with her mom’s blush brush, while his 5-year-old was gently pulling on his hair.

“Okay, done,” Perla closed the blush before moving to choose a lipstick, ending up with your red Mac one and opening it, “Daddy, do like that.” She instructed, puckering her lips. So Harry did, looking up as he did and trying to stifle his giggles as she put on lipstick on his puckered lips, “Okay, no more.” So he set his lips back, Perla continuing on applying the vibrant red color.

You hunched a little forward, a smile making its way to your lips, “Looking beautiful, baby.”

He hummed, his chest shaking with laughter as he felt the lipstick above his upper lip before Perla pulled back and looked back in the bag to apply anything more. He looked at you as you painted the last nail in pink, keeping only his middle finger’s nail in pastel yellow while his thumb and index were in baby blue, his ring and pinky’s being in pink. “Feeling so, too.” He said as he closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, letting out a sigh of contentment for emphasis, overly dramatic, making you laugh.

It was 20 minutes later when his girls were done with their work and pushed him towards him and his wife’s bedroom, where they had a full-body length mirror.

He looked absolutely chaotic, and he loved everything about it. While his hair stuck in all directions, some lockets were collected by Emerald’s peach-colored scrunchie, one hand was nicely painted – which was painted by his wife – while the other was an absolute mess of blue but you can spot the attempt and it was nothing a nail polish remover couldn’t fix, his eyelids having some glitter on them, red lipstick nicely put except for a smudge right above his upper lip, cheeks too pink.

“What do you think?” Perla asked excitedly.

“Wow!” Harry breathed out, moving closer to the mirror, “I look glamorous!” He put his hands up in a peace sign, puckering his lips and popping up a leg as he posed, making his family laugh.

“Wait, let’s take a picture.” You grinned, raising your phone up as everyone got into a spot; Emerald had her arm thrown on Ruby’s shoulders as she smiled, Ruby sticking her tongue out, Perla choosing to sit down in front of her sisters, crossing her legs as she grinned with her eyes closed. You stood behind the hugging sisters, against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped one arm around your shoulders from the back, the other around your waist as he smiled into the mirror, his head leaning down to press his cheek against yours. You held your phone with one hand, the other reaching up to hold on to Harry’s arm around you as you grinned before taking the picture.

“Let’s frame that.” Harry whispered to you in bliss, looking at the photo from behind you before moving to wrap both arms around your waist, “Thank you, love. For making me the happiest man alive.”

[maryellencarter]

having discovered that i get free google play pass through one of my myriad oddments, i am poking some of the games which it makes available for free or removes in-app purchases from.

* sudoku (this app by sudoku.com and easybrain). a classic. play pass removes all ads and gives infinite free hints. i am very fond of sudoku anyway, because it works well with the shape of my brain. i can't memorize solutions, but i also don't get fuddled by my brain's odd relationship to words. (i'm completely useless at wordle, for instance, for the same reason i'm just about literally superpowered at spelling and proofreading. i perceive words differently than most people and part of that is not being able to shuffle the letters mentally, like at all. i can do the trick where someone writes only the first and last letters of each word correctly while jumbling all the other correct letters and you can still read the sentence, but it's... it feels like doing a magic eye puzzle, only considerably more difficult. i miss magic eye puzzles.) this particular app has loads of customization options like turning off the timer, the mistake limit, making it tell you when you make a mistake or not, etc, and with the ad removal it's just great. the "giant" format could do to be a little more legible on a phone screen, but i also bought the smallest phone i could find on purpose.

* stardew valley. reportedly a classic. i played five minutes and got the worst motion sickness i've had in years. had to take the day off work and lie down in a dark room. did not expect wandering around a pixel-art map pulling weeds to do that to me! uninstalled.

* i love hue too. sequel to "i love hue", which does not appear to be on the play store. game where you are shown a grid of shapes in slightly different graduated shades, then some of the grid blocks are mixed up and you must put them in order. very soothing if you like that sort of thing. a screenshot explains it best, have one. when i hit "play" the hexagons which do not have dots on them will be shuffled, and my job will be to sort them back into their proper places. it's sort of like a jigsaw puzzle for people who like very abstract jigsaw puzzles and also putting things in order. the music is sort of twinkly and soothing too.

* flow free. a game where you must draw pipes connecting certain colored dots and they must not overlap. i do not usually complain of being too good at a game, but this one fits my brain so well there is literally no challenge. i look at the map and draw the lines, win in the minimum number of moves, and go to the next puzzle. sometimes it's fun when i am extremely blah in my brain, but it's so easy for me i don't even get the full dopamine hit of winning. might be more fun for somebody else. has variants with warps, bridges, hexes, etc.

* monument valley. again best explained by a screenshot. visually simple game where you solve puzzles by making escher-ish paths for a little being to walk along. the little white figure at the bottom of the screenshot is trying to get to the doorway at the top of the building, and you have to rotate parts of the building (the faucet-like handle and the pink part with sort of lego dots show you what you can move) in order to connect paths in the right order. i am currently stuck on level four because they added being able to rotate... uh, gravity, I guess? so that a different side of the paths are walkable for the little figure, and that's too many dimensions for me. but it might be perfect for some of y'all! again, very soothing music, no time limit, very elegant design.

another screenshot of the same puzzle, now partly solved. you see what i mean about escher-y? you'll either love or hate this game. i think my brain might be too linear for it.

* maze: the path of light. i am extremely good at mazes, at least the kind you solve from the top down where my sense of direction is not at issue. this game is okay, but would be a pain in the ass without play pass to get infinite free teleports, because more often than not, the mazes are not soluble as they stand, and you have to use a "teleport to a random spot in the maze" card (normally obtained via ad-watching or in-app purchase, I can only assume) to actually get into a position whence you can reach the end. do not recommend.

if there's a particular game included in google play pass that you're curious about, i'll be happy to download it and try some of the gameplay, with the understanding that the answer might turn out to be "apparently i can't do 8bit style games at all", or maybe i can't do top-down, or maybe it was something about stardew valley specifically, who knows? (i am also happy to answer "is this specific app included in play pass" questions. i do not have free apple arcade so this is android only, sorry.)

[skellebonez]

AKLJFAHKLFAS, I LOVE THE WAY YOU WROTE SU! If you don't mind me making another request with Tang and Su, how about 34 and 51 with more freenoodleshipping?

HEY-O I heard it was your birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I know you’ve been waiting a long while for this prompt (too long, I have so many...) so I yanked it out of the list and went all out in writing it for you today! I really hope you like it, I tried to work with Su’s new bee form and I have come to the conclusion that bumblebees are the cutest little balls of fuzz with wings.

Truth be told, I forgot they were even here/Can you two save the kissing for later?

"Tang, you're later than usu-whoa," Pigsy startled as the scholar entered Pigsy's Noodles for is usual lunch, deep dark circles under his eyes and hair so messy Pigsy couldn't tell what style it was supposed to be in. "Uh... you ok?"

"Hrmg," was the response he recieved as the man took his usual spot at the bar, barely removing his glasses before face planting into the hard wood with a thunk. The motion made the large bee hanging onto his back jolt, wings buzzing as they craweled further up to his shoulder muttering something softly that Pigsy couldn't exacty hear.

"I think I'll take that as a no," the chef sighed, watching as Su tried to get any kind of response from the clearly exhausted man and was only rewarded with a heavy sigh. "Hold tight."

If it had been any other time in his life Pisgy would be incredibly horrified about a large cat sized bumblebee with pink eyes crawling over his significant other, but at this point in time he was... somewhat used to it. Kind of.. Sure, he was still not entirely used to the whole symbiosis thing and he still startled every so often when they popped up from Tang's back and when Tang suddenly looked at him with entirely pink eyes. But it didn't really scare him like it used to (he would never admit that it used to scare him and that his first time seeing Su one of the first thoughts that he had was that he didn't know whether or not Tang was allergic to bees and instant panic... he still wasn't sure if Tang was allergic to non-demon bees, but he thought that one of them would tell him if he was at this point), and now when he knew Su was around he just reacted as if seeing them were no different than seeing Xiaotian or Xiaojiao. And it kind of was, he supposed.

He hoped that Su was picking up on that, given how adamantly opposed he was not all that long ago. He remembered he was... well, he remembered and was trying not to repeat it.

With the two sitting at the bar he could easily watch them as he prepared a bowl of fresh noodles for Tang, making sure to sneak in a few extra pieces of his favorite ingredients. It was clear the man was exhausted, but even so he did not ignore Su when they started to nuzzle against his face. He watched as Tang lifted a hand without turning his head and gently pat Su's head, rubbing a finger in the soft fuzz between their wings and chuckling softly as Su emmited a tiny purr in response (and if the size didn't give away that Su wasn't just a bee that demon purr certainly did). It really made them seem more like a weird cat than anything else.

Pigsy couldn't help but smile, putting the fresh bowl down to let it cool as he moved to prepare some coffee. It wasn't anything special, he was too impatient to wait for anything more than instant when he absolutely needed caffeine and he always prefered tea anyway, but it looked like Tang needed a bigger energy boost to at least get himself home and he wasn't picky as long as the coffee had enough cream in it himself.

In time he heard a groan and the shuffle of Tang sitting up, buzzing of bee wings signaling that Su had moved to sit on their usual shoulder perch. That was as good an indication as any that Pigsy needed before bringing the still warm soup and just hot enough to be gulped coffee and place them on the counter in front of Tang.

"Coffee first, talk after," Pigsy said as Tang opened his mouth to say something, not missing the soft smile he shot his way before sipping the drink as Pigsy turned to grab something else.

"Oh caffeine how I appreciate you," Tang mumbed out as he took another gulp of the coffee, seeming to care less about the taste than anything else. "Almost as much as Pigsy and Su."

"Oh, it's second place only to the two of us, huh?" Pigsy chuckled as he turned back around with a small saucer of... something that he placed on the counter, clear liquid with yellow something floating around in it.

"Ooooh, oh, what is that?" Su asked, wings buzzing in curiosity. "It smells good!"

"It better smell good, it's for you," Pigsy said with a shrug, taking in the surprised expression on Tang's face and the way Su's head turned in curiosity. "It's uh... sugar water. With some pollen from the flowers outside. Supposed to be like... a treat for bees I guess? Wasn't entirely sure if the pollen was necessary but... uh, it's not something you should have all the time, kinda like coffee." He added the last bit with a smirk toward Tang who let out a laugh.

Su buzzed excitedly, slowly crawling off Tang and making their way to the saucer between the two men to give it a tentative taste before eagerly helping themselves to the treat. Again, Pigsy couldn't help but make the comparison to a cat in his mind.

"So," he said casually, leaning against the counter as Tang moved on from his coffee to take a bite of noodles. "Rough day?"

"Aaaaaaaaaagh yes," Tang groaned, putting his bowl down in an attempt to fix his hair. "I uh..."

"You didn't actualy go to bed last night did you?" Pigsy accused with no anger in is voice.

"I did! For... an hour..." Tang admitted, hiding his face behind his bowl to sip the broth. "I had work to finish and I was already behind and just... snuck out of bed to finish it and before I knew it you had gotten up?"

"I thought you got up to get a head start," Pigsy sighed, reaching out to fix a lock of hair that Tang had missed. "It can't be good to pull all nighters like that."

"It's not," Tang admitted with a scowl. "I feel like death. Apparently I also look like death because I was actually ordered to go home since I had managed to finish everything I needed to and what I was started on was beginning to sound like... gibberish."

"Yikes, that's bad," Pigsy frowned, remembering how Tang had asked him to proofread his work in the past and you could actually tell where he was starting to get tired as his sentences went from scholarly to 'was this person drunk when they wrote this' very obviously. "Can you make it home ok?"

"As long as Su keeps talking to me I'll be just fine," Tang chuckled, taking another thankful gulp of warm broth with a smile. "And maybe with a little... extra incentive to leave?" He raised a brow, smirking and pushing his bowl to the side as he leaned forward.

"I could just make you pay for those noodles," Pigsy teased, leaning forward himself. "But I think you have something else in mind."

He smiled as they both leaned forward, his snout making contact with Tang's nose before they tilted their heads and moved closer to-

"Hey!" Su yelped shakily from between them where they had tried to flatten themselves into the counter, startling them into pulling back and looking down at the cat sized bee. "Can you two save the kissing for later? Like. For 5 seconds from now. When Su won't be squished." Tang burst into laughter, covering his face with one hand and taking in stuttered breathes as he tried to stop himself. He carefully pushed the saucer of sugar water toward Su as they backed away from them, letting out a happy buzz when they deemed themselves at a non-squishing distance. "Ok, you may kiss now!"

This only served to make Tang laugh harder, laying his head down on his arms as his laughter devolved into just shaky and jumpy intakes of breathe. Oh, yeah. He was super tired if this made him laugh that hard.

"Truth be told, I forgot they were even here," Pigsy muttered, feeling his face heat up in embarassment.

But he couldn't feel upset with himself, not when Tang sat up and breathed heavily in less intense laughter and giggles, cheeks flushed and hair messed up again. Pigsy couldn't resist, he dragged a stool that was hidden behind the counter over with his foot and climbed onto it, leaning over the conter to grab Tang's scarf with one hand and gently drag him forward, giving him a few seconds to realize what he was doing and nod before smirking and pulling him into that kiss. His snout scrunched against Tang's nose and Tang broke the kiss with a giggle before bringing his hands up to cup Pigsy's face and tilt his head so they fit together better, lips finally touching the way they were supposed to and Pigsy rested his hand on Tang's shoulder.

He chose to ignore the other giggles and buzzing coming from the other side of the counter as he pulled away, smiling at Tang. "You get more if you go straight home and get some sleep."

"That is just the incentive I needed."

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader : Playing With Fire        chapter 19

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Story Summary:  The Huntsman, that is what they called your brother. A name he had earned by hunting down the fey for coin. Coin that is given by Father Carden for his services. You refuse to stand aside and watch how your brother hunts down those who are fey. When you start to warn the fey camps your brother wishes to attack, you find yourself behind enemy lines. But when the Weeping Monk becomes suspicious of you, you realise you are playing with fire.

Chapter Summary:  You are still in a state of shock after what happened and Lancelot questions why you had wished to show mercy to the Huntsman.

Notes: Maybe I’ll post 20 in a bit as well, I don’t know. Took me 2 hours to proofread this one yikes. At least I made a new gif so there.

Warnings:  None, I think.

Word count: 2038 words in this chapter.

Chapter:  19/ 33+ something (buckle up, it’s a wild ride.)

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After riding like that for hours, you felt yourself grow more relaxed holding onto Lancelot. You didn't hate him like you had once done, you didn't know how to feel about him now. Could you trust him ? It felt so confusing. Still, you felt yourself grow tired after all this time without proper sleep and rested your head against his back. You hated to admit that feeling him breath calmly like this almost made you doze off. The thought that you might fall off the horse was what kept you awake. He had felt you lean closer against him, felt your head resting against his back and how you seemed more comfortable with holding on to him like this. Lancelot worried you would fall asleep and end up plummeting off of Goliath. It was time to halt somewhere and offer Goliath some rest as well. The last thing he wanted was to exhaust the loyal horse. He finally halted the horse near a river bank. He helped the boy off of the horse first before helping you, and he noticed you were having some difficulty dismounting. The Huntsman had not been merciful to you, and neither had his henchmen. When one of them had pushed you back to the ground with his boot, it had been in the spot where the boy had spotted the large bruise. And before that, the Huntsman had brutally kicked you in the stomach.

He would offer to check on them to see the severity of your bruises or injuries but he feared you would not appreciate the offer. Lancelot could feel that you did not trust him yet, you were not afraid but it did not mean you were comfortable around him. Lastly he dismounted and winced when he felt the thread on one of his sewed up wounds pull at his skin. The fey medicine you had given him had blocked out most of the pain, now he regretted not taking that chest with him. He could have made you drink the rest of that fey medicine instead of watching you be in pain now. You were glad he had picked this place to stop, so close to a river. You held a hand tightly against your abdomen. You felt the familiar burning pain that you had felt many times before, but it was worse this time. Draegan had kicked you before but never this brutally. You looked down at your hands, blood was stuck to them. And then you remembered that drops of his blood were also on your face.

Lancelot had noticed the shift in your behaviour and watched as you walked a small distance away from them before you knelled besides the river.

“Is she going to be alright ?” The boy looked up at him with a look of doubt.

A look that he shared with the boy “I'll go and see.”

“What should I do then ?” Percival was starting to sound bored.

“Do you know how to make a fire ?” He looked down at the boy, already guessing the answer when the boy looked at him as if he had insulted him.

“Do I look stupid to you ?” The boy shook his head, visibly irritated “You're not the only one who can set things on fire, you know ?”

The boy had a way to mentally slap him with his words, it was definitely one of Percival's talents. He elected to ignore that last sentence “Collect some firewood, and...set it on fire. It will be dark soon.”

“And you will talk to y/n while I do that ?” The boy seemed interested in that, there was a hidden undertone in his question.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment when he detected the undertone “Yes...what else would I do ?”

Even though the boy was nowhere near his height he stared him down for a moment before shrugging his shoulders “Alright then.”

He was perplexed by the boy's reaction, Percival seemed rather protective over you. But then again, you had always been kind to the boy so it should not come as a suprise. Lancelot turned to look in your direction and watched as you washed your hands in the river, one look at you and the memory of his own reaction to killing someone for the first time came back to him.

You were shaking when the water from the river streamed through your hands and watched as the water turned pink. The memory of you stabbing Draegan and watching as he collapsed to the ground flooded your mind. It happened so fast and you still couldn't believe that was your instinctive reaction. You swallowed the lump in your throat and started to rub your hands roughly, wanting to wash away the results of your unspeakable actions. Only when the skin of your hands started to hurt, did you stop. The blood was gone, but you could still feel it's phantom lingering, as if it had sunken into your skin. You wanted that feeling to go away, to be erased. But no matter how long you would try and wash it off, you knew it would taint you forever.

You were indeed the Huntsman's sister. A killer just like he was. You closed your eyes and felt the tears stream down your face. Your parents would never have forgiven you if they had still been alive. All of your kin was gone now, your brother had murdered your sister and now you had murdered your brother. When you heard quiet footsteps approach you quickly washed the blood and tears from your face. You didn't bother looking behind you when you heard him get closer, there was only one person you knew that was able to walk this quietly. He had always caught you off-guard because of it.

Lancelot had tried to think of something to say while he was walking over to you, but they had vanished from his mind when he noticed the tears staining your cheeks before you had washed them away. After a moment of silence he could only state what he believed was true “You did the right thing, y/n.”

“The right thing ?” You scoffed in disbelieve, it was audible how upset you were “I killed someone, I killed my own brother !”

He looked down at you, watching how you fought back the tears that were so evidently forming in your eyes “You had no other choice. He was not going to stop ! Had you not pushed me away when you did, I doubt we would both be here now.”

Deep down you knew Lancelot was right, but the guilt was clouding your mind.

“Why did you stop me then ? His blood would have been on my hands, not yours.” He still questioned why you had asked him to show mercy to the Huntsman.

You looked up at him and let out a sigh "Violence should never be the norm. Maybe he could have changed his ways.”

He found the mercy you had shown towards your brother both odd and admirable “Would he have shown you the same compassion ?” He knew the answer, but he was curious if you realised that the Huntsman wouldn't have blinked twice if you died.

You shook your head and let out a bitter laugh “He would have sold me off like cattle if I stopped serving his purpose. You heard what he said, what he would have let his men do...”

Lancelot had heard the threat, he had heard it loud and clear, and he had wanted to have the satisfaction of killing the Huntsman himself because of it.

“He has hurt you before...has he not ?” He gingerly reached down to touch your arm with the tips of his fingers, the one that he knew was covered in the bruises he had seen that day in the forest. You looked at his hand lightly touching your lower arm, the sleeve of your jacket covered the evidence he was referring to.

You nodded in silence, and then you felt him lightly touching your jaw, making you tilt your head so your neck was more exposed. You looked up at him and saw how he was looking at the bruises in your neck now.

“Many times ?” His fingers were almost touching your neck now.

You moved a little out of his reach and he moved his hand away “Many enough. It was worse when I was defiant, as you have seen.”

He was eerily quiet, ever since he met you he had known you to be defiant. You had shown him almost nothing else but defiance for so long, and it dawned on him that even with his reputation you always had been less afraid of him then you were of the Huntsman. Otherwise you had not shown him such defiance all this time.

Lancelot suspected what the answer to his question would be, but he wanted to hear the truth from you “Why didn't you leave ? If he hurt you... why not leave ?”

You shrugged your shoulders, a sad smile on your lips as you looked at the water “He was my kin and he did terrible things. If I stayed I could help those he wished to harm. I couldn't just turn away knowing that I could make a difference. As long as I stayed close I could help the fey.”

He swallowed thickly, he felt horrible thinking back to all the times he had threatened your life. You were suffering all this time and him hounding you had only added to that. He saw pieces of himself in you, both withstanding the silent suffering beside the ones who sought to 'cleanse' the fey.

A bitter chuckle escaped you “Besides, I have no one else. He murdered my sister, he practically raised me. Well...raised...”

By raised you meant he had practically shoved you into the hands of anyone close enough at that moment, to be cared for. Of course the people of Mirstone did not like the responsibility of caring for the little sister of the feared Huntsman, so they shoved some food in your hands out of pity before leaving you to yourself. You often spoke to the other children, but friendship was not an option. The parents would not allow their children to bond with you, it wasn't until you were almost an adult that the people you had grown up with started to treat you like a normal person. But it was not friendship. They feared the Huntsman too much to get close to his sister.

The words escaped him before he could stop them, because to him they were a truth that needed to be voiced “You're not alone anymore, y/n.”

You frowned when you heard him say that and looked up at him questioningly. He shifted on his feet, something he had always done when he was uncomfortable. What had he meant by that ? Did he... ?

Finally he cleared his throat and gestured in the direction of the boy “He needs us.”

It was not how he wanted to tell you this, but he worried how you would respond if he outrightly told you that he wished to remain in your presence. So he had pointed out that the boy needed both him and you and hoped you would understand the unspoken truth.  

You looked in the direction of the boy “Oh...”

For a moment you had thought he was talking about himself, you caught yourself feeling silently disappointed that that was not the case. You brushed the strange feeling aside and quirked a brow at him “Well, according to him he doesn't need us.”

Lancelot looked in the direction of the boy again before smirking down at you “Who else will tell him that if he makes that fire any larger they will see us all the way back to Mirstone ?”

You quickly whipped your head around and saw how large the fire already was, and when Percival tossed another piece of firewood in it you jumped to your feet. Lancelot was looking impressed by it, and you groaned in frustration before making your way over to the boy.

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[airi-p4]

Bra lover Boy

My second fic is a Lukanette fic too, of course! Includes fluff and teasing.

Warning: M rated (implied sex)

Thanks to @livrever for the proofread and corrections!

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It was nighttime in Luka’s rented apartment. The young man and his girlfriend Marinette were in his bedroom, lying together on the bed, facing up and almost naked. Marinette was wearing her panties and was partially covered by a slim bed sheet, while Luka was wearing only his boxers underwear. They were 21 and 19 now, but had just recently started dating after years of missed changes for their love to fully bloom. The right time for them had arrived after she confessed to him, who had been in love with her since their eyes met for the first time.

Some rays of light filtered through the curtains of the window of the 5th floor of the building. There was something indescribable in the air, and aura that filled the room with love and absolute happiness, as if a starry sky was sparkling at the ceiling of the room or if they had just been transported to some kind of heaven. A whole magical sensation, completely new for the young couple, that was now panting and gasping for air at a continuous and matching rhythm, without letting go of their joined hands despite how hot, sweaty, and tired they were.

A few minutes passed until their breaths were back to normal. Their heads rolled to face each other, staring at each other's eyes, smiling softly together with a noticeable blush on their cheeks.

The staring lasted for two minutes until the young woman felt like her vocals had returned and her excited but low voice left through her lips. “Luka, that was amazing... Thank you for taking into consideration that it was my first time…” she said, shyly.

“Well, I’m glad… It was my first time too...” Luka smiled shyly too, her soft smile never leaving his lips as he replied to his girlfriend.

His answer surprised her. “What!? But- I thought… I mean- you knew exactly how to treat me kindly and…” Marinette’s usual rambles were about to start but were quickly shushed by her boyfriend.

“That’s because I love you and I’ve dreamed and imagined this so many times… like- for years, you know? I really wanted to make sure you were comfortable and not hurt you in any way, so I did my research. ” he squished her hand in a caring way.

The girl didn’t need a mirror to know her face had just turned redder. She noticed how her cheeks got hotter, even if she couldn’t see it. Her smile had grown uncontrollably wider too. She felt the closest ever to her boyfriend after their first intimate time together.

“Oh… thank you…” She said. But suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. “But what about the bra hook? I heard it’s difficult to for boys to unhook it. But you undid it so easily! Even faster than I can! You can just learn that by researching it. You need practice to achieve that skill… Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing with Juleka’s bra? Eww!” Her smile had changed into a teasing one as she giggled. It surprised her that Luka’s reaction to the teasing wasn’t his usual, but an unexpected one, like he was… shocked…? And embarrassed too...? That was new and sparked curiosity on the blue-haired lady.

“No way! Stop, please! It’s… even more embarrassing than that…”  His voice volume lowered gradually for every syllable he let out his mouth.

“Oh…? Now I’m curious. Let me hear it”.

Marinette let go of Luka’s hand, and rolled her almost naked body over his, impeding him from moving freely, except for his arms, one of them being placed immediately on her lower back, as if his skin were attracted to hers like a magnet. She kissed his nose, softly, although her smile turned kind of evil in an instant, as she was enjoying his boyfriend’s embarrassed reaction to her teasing.

The musician knew Marinette hated liars, reason enough for him to decide not to lie to her, EVER. Instead of that, he decided to remain silent. But after a glance at his girlfriend’s curious eyes he knew he had to tell the truth- Marinette was extremely stubborn and persistent when she wanted something. And now she wanted to know his extremely embarrassing story.  

“Ok…” He finally agreed, defeated by her beautiful, curious, and begging eyes.

Out of the embarrassment, Luka avoided eye contact as he started to speak, covering his eyes with his hand and fingers. Even though he was shy and nervous, he began to tell his never-told-to-anyone before story to his lover.  

“Do you remember when you had that girls only sleepover at the Liberty, some months ago?” Marinette made a sound to confirm. “I stayed as my friend’s house that day and, you know that. And well... when I came back home…” he paused for a second before continuing talking, without daring to glance at his girlfriend’s eyes, but looking at her lips through his fingers instead, in order to track her reactions. ”There was a bra on my bed." He paused again. "Before I could tell or ask Juleka about it, I heard her on the phone talking to you about a missing bra designed and created by the one and only Marinette Dupain-Cheng, possibly forgotten somewhere in the ship after 'the girls' sleepover. After hanging up the phone, Juleka asked me if I had seen it, giving me a super detailed description of its design: blue/turquoise colored and music-themed with waves and music notes on it on one cup. She even mentioned a snake design used as an under band from start to its end, with its head with fangs used as hooks attached to it in the front. The description also included some lacey pink flowers on the other cup and some yellow see-through over the shoulders. I couldn’t tell her that was the EXACT same bra I had just found on my bed... Not after she teasingly accused me of hiding it for pervert purposes!” ‘Which is exactly what I did, I guess…’ he thought. “I was too embarrassed so I couldn’t tell her or you anything about it after that…”

Luka gulped, and Marinette said nothing, she just listened to him, kind of amused. He continued then.

“I just… hid it... And after knowing it belonged to you, and that you had worn it to show it to your friends that day… I was greedy... and I used it to fantasize about you wearing it, touching it, imagine how your hands had worked to make it, your possible inspiration for every detail…  And I practiced to unhook it many times too, in hope that, someday, if you let me, I’d be able to see it over your body… and maybe take it off of your body too… ” he paused again as Marinette still remained silent. Which made Luka awkward. And that led him to continue with his talk without thinking much, just to break their silence, while expectant for his lover’s reaction. “God… this is so embarrassing… Say something, please...”

Luka was blushing heavily at his confession, still avoiding eye contact. His lustful actions and desires had just been exposed to the girl he had loved for years and that was now his girlfriend. He was nervous knowing that it might disappoint her, as it probably was an unexpected and different side of the Luka she had not known all this time. He won’t be seen as a pure gentleman anymore, but a young man full of sexual needs.

“I can’t believe I even…” he added, with a sigh, leaving the sentence unfinished.

“Even what?” Marinette urged the boy to continue to his story, but the boy stayed silent, with his hand still covering his face. She could see he was biting his lips out of embarrassment. Then, out of nowhere, the girl shoved him an awkward question, giggling:

“Don’t tell me you tried it on?”

Luka’s reaction was all she need to know the answer.

“OMG you did!” Marinette’s laughter filled Luka’s apartment. “Hahaha! I can’t believe it!! That’s not the image I had of you! Oh God... so funny!” She wiped the tears from her eyes.

“That’s not I-…! Ugh… Don’t laugh, please. There’s no way I could… It doesn’t even fit me…” He was desperate to deny all evidence, too embarrassed to admit the truth.

“How do you know that? Oh-oh…” She could see his blush under his hands as she evilly grinned. “So it didn’t fit when you tried it on, huh…?”

“Sh*t…”

He knew he had been found out after seeing his girlfriend’s victorious expression on her face. So he gave up trying to defend himself and, without even thinking, his true feelings were the first ones to leave his mouth.

“This is all because I’m crazy for you. Geez… Don’t judge me for my feelings”

Eye contact finally took place between the two lovebirds, making it a first since Luka’s confession started. His blue eyes were showing his embarrassment, but also an infinite love towards the girl lying on him. His love filled gaze was honest, and Marinette could feel his pure love piercing through her heart.

“Bu-u-u-ut…! Don’t attack me acting cute like that when I’m making fun of you! So unfair…!” she pouted.

It was her turn to blush now, as she pronounced her words in a cry. His not-on-purpose counterattack were very effective on her and saved the boy from deeper embarrassment. She grabbed a cushion to cover her face with it and moved to the side of the bed, her back facing towards his boyfriend’s body. With his freedom of movements recovered, the musician got partially up and looked at her from over his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be laughing in first place! Geez… I wouldn’t have told you if I had known you would tease me this much…”

Then, as Marinette stayed silent, Luka’s hand stretched towards his drawer, placed just next to the bed. Passing his hand over Marinette’s body, he reached its handle and opened it. Marinette took a peek over the cushion, curious about her boyfriend’s intentions, wondering if he had any ‘adult toys’ hidden inside.

“Here…it’s been in this drawer all this time… I’ll take it to the laundry, and I’ll give it back to you once it’s properly washed” he said, grabbing a piece of clothing in his hand.

And there it was. The infamous bra her boyfriend had been fantasizing about all this time. The bra that had been in Luka’s hands since that day months ago. The one that had been touched multiple times as she had been that night, trails of magic left with every touch of his fingers on her skin. Ripples of sensations that still remained on her, capable of reaching not only his heart but also her soul. She already knew she loved him, but her body now knew she could never stay apart from him. Not after finally knowing the meaning of true love.

She caught the bra from his hands, throwing the cushion away, and stared at it. She remembered perfectly how it was designed and created, and every one of the details that decorated the piece of art in the form of the lingerie she was holding.

“You know…?” she started, and Luka centered his attention to her words “I was very disappointed when I lost this bra. Not only because I put a lot of effort into it, but also because I made it in order to surprise this particular boy… I worked on it for weeks! Alya too was excited about it too… And I was looking forward to wearing it during my first time with my boyfriend if he accepted my feelings and agreed to date me but… Couldn’t you tell? YOU were on my mind all the time I spent making this... and even earlier”.  Marinette’s gaze met Luka’s surprised eyes, smiled softly, and continued staring at bra just the second after “But… since I lost it, I had to work on plan B, and it all had to wait a few more weeks since I could properly confess and use another brand new hand-made one for tonight… and it’s a shame because this new one isn’t as pretty as the original one...”

“Marinette, you… You made this thinking of me…? Since months ago…!? You’ve been… I mean – You’ve liked me for so long? I… I thought… Ugh… I feel so stupid... I could have become your boyfriend way earlier if I hadn’t hidden your bra…”

Sitting on the bed and covering his face with his hands, Luka was in denial. Frustration, regret, and some sadness were the feelings that surfaced. Not a single sound could leave through his lips, pressed against each other. But Marinette smiled at his reaction.

“Ohh…” she started to say, “You wanted to see this that much, huh…?”

Luka’s hand left his face as his eyes looked now at his girlfriend, who was on her knees in front of him, wearing the bra he’s been dreaming to see on her for weeks – no, the accurate number would be 3 months and six days. None of the Marinettes from his dreams could compare to the original. For Luka, her beauty was out of this world and he was sure he wouldn't be able to restrain himself much longer when Marinette winked and bit her lips, provoking her boyfriend to go and get his long-awaited and desired fantasy. He was ALMOST speechless but managed to pronounce some words that almost couldn’t be heard because of his own heartbeat.

“My Goddess… You’re gorgeous… Don’t think you can avoid a second round after turning me on like this.. ” Without thinking, his hand had placed on her ribs, as he positioned his body to get ready to kiss the woman of his dreams.

“You know I’m all yours...” she sighed, in expectation.

The blue-eyed girl was already approaching to seal her lips with his, but was stopped before they could actually touch them, meeting the musicians finger in the way.

“Wait a second. Let me admire YOU for a moment before that. You can’t imagine how long I’ve been dreaming of this… You’re so beautiful… so perfect...”

“Ugh…! Just take it off already, you bra lover boy!” she giggled as she got impatient and jumped to hug and kiss her boyfriend, who was more than happy to receive her affections. Moments after the hook was already off without her even noticing. ”How the hell do you do that?” she asked, between kisses. “You should know my fingers are magical” he answered, and left a giggle at his girlfriend’s response “hell yeah, they are!”.

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After 2nd round.

“Luka… Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” Marinette kept her face down and seemed sad to Luka’s eyes “Marinette? Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Luka was scared as he approached her lover’s face, hands on her shoulders, extremely worried for his girlfriend’s wellness.

Instead of an answer, another question was thrown at him.

“Should… Should I…” Luka was listening, giving her all his worrying attention. “Should I make a bra for you next time?”

And there she was. Teasing him, AGAIN. She enjoyed it and he fell for it EVERY DAMN TIME. His eyebrows were frowned and didn’t answer. Marinette couldn’t keep her laugh inside her anymore, transforming it into a hysterical laughter.

“Marinette! Stop it already, Geez...”

“I’m sorry Luka, but your embarrassed face is just too cute!” she said, hugging him while still laughing.

“You’re mean, Marinette. You continue to tease me even after knowing how embarrassed I am…”

“Ok, OK… I get it, I’ll stop” she paused “But you want one, right?”

Luka frowned at her question, but still gave her an answer “You know I could never say no to my dear girlfriend...”. And Marinette giggled at his words.

“You’re adorable! Thank you for telling me about the bra despite your embarrassment. You know I like honest people and I’m super grateful you never lie to me. I love you so much!” her smile was as bright as the full moon outside the window. Her hand moved then to rest on Luka’s cheek. He took the lady’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before letting his voice out.

“I love you too, Marinette. Even if you are mean and tease me, I can’t resist your charms” he smiled.

“Then don’t resist and come here again. Or are you tired?” she asked.

“I could never get tired of you, My love.”

His body was already over hers while he pronounced his words, his lips meeting hers as soon as the sound of his voice became silent, tongues finding their way to savour each other, letting their burning passion take control.

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The next morning

The next morning arrived with some chill breezes coming from the slightly open window. Being summer, the weather was hot and the sun rose  early, its shiny rays of vitamin entering through the slowly dancing curtains and meeting the sleepy faces of the happy couple sleeping on the bed in Luka's room. That was enough to wake them up, although they were still tired and avoiding getting up at all costs. Luka finally surrendered and got mentally prepared to get up. Not without turning his head to look at the young woman who owned his heart. Only then, he started opening his eyes, studying how Marinette was making faces, trying hard to ignore the light coming inside the room and continue to sleep, without much success. Her little disgusted sounds were amusing Luka, who was surely enjoying the view: he loved his girlfriend’s face, but also loved seeing his hickeys all over her neck and upper chest. He only spoke when he could tell she wouldn't fall asleep again.

“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well? I’m gonna make some coffee. Want some?” he asked with a loving smile.

“Hm…?” Marinette mumbled something incomprehensible, but he knew she wanted him to repeat his question.

“Coffee?” he asked again, giggling at her sleepyhead.

“Hmm… yes please… with milk and sugar...” she finally managed to say. Finally trying to open her eyes.

“Of course.”

Luka loved having the girl he loved close and didn't want to leave her side, even if it was just to bring her some coffee. But he needed one and knew Marinette would be even more grateful than him for one too.

The musician stretched his neck and upper body to kiss his girlfriend's forehead. As he started moving, he noticed that something was impeding his movements, something pressed over his arms and chest. Before he could actually kiss his girl, he looked down just to find he was wearing Marinette's bra, backwards and untied.

“WTH-!?” he mumbled, frowning his eyebrows in annoyance.

“Pffff….” the blue-eyed girl couldn't restrain her laugh anymore despite her efforts, so a giggle escaped her. That was everything the blue-eyed young man needed to understand what happened.

“Marinette!! You little mischievous lady…! Stop bullying me over bras already!"

He raised his voice, taking the bra off carefully and tickling her in revenge. Marinette could only laugh louder in response, his laugh joining hers soon.

And just like that, their Sunday started: with love, kisses, coffee and a beautiful bra that would lead Marinette's teasing for a while and haunt and embarrass Luka forever.

THE END

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Daffodils Bloom After Winter

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Chapter 6: Gratitude

Ayumi’s eyebrows were furrowed as her gaze painstakingly crawled through every word of her manuscript draft for the fifth time. Her hand was holding a cup of coffee to her mouth, but the liquid just lapped uselessly against her upper lip instead of being drawn in because she was hyper-focusing on the printed words. The page was already smothered in red ink, indicating spelling and grammar errors or sections that needed rephrasing for her next draft. Her brown eyes widened when she stumbled across yet another mistake, and she slammed the coffee cup down to scribble on the area with her pen lest she immediately forget her thought process. It was the last sentence of the document, and so once she had finished adding her note, she set the manuscript down on the table with a weary sigh. 

I think that’s enough proofreading for now. I should begin incorporating these edits into the file… Ayumi thought as she reclined back in the café chair and rubbed at her aching eyes. She then lolled her head to look out the window at the bustling streets of Konoha.

Usually, Ayumi worked on her personal research at home or in the public library. However, she had felt that a change of pace would do her good. She elected to work at the café by the schoolhouse. It was the same little joint she had brought Shikadai to when she had walked him home. She actually loved the quaint place; it had phenomenal teas and coffees imported from all over the world, and its pastries were all family recipes. She was on excellent terms with the owner, and they had even thrown in a free coffee cake with her purchase that afternoon. 

She picked up her coffee cup again, actually intending to consume it this time, and noticed that only a small amount of the beige liquid remained. She quickly drained the last dregs of it before shifting in her chair to go order a refill. However, before she could rise, someone set down a steaming hot and full cup of coffee right in front of her. Blushing, she glanced up with a gratuitous remark dancing on her tongue. It died when she saw who it was.

“You’re working awfully hard,” Shikamaru smirked down at her. He gestured to the iron-wrought chair opposite her. “May I?”

“Y-yes!” she stammered, thankfully finding her words again. He strode around the small table to sink down into the chair with a long, tired sigh. “Um… Thank you for the coffee,” she murmured shyly and slid it across the table towards herself. Its warmth bloomed across her palms, not unlike the warmth blossoming in her chest at his kind gesture. He waved a hand dismissively and sipped languorously at his own cup of pure black coffee.

“I saw you from the counter. The owner mentioned that you’d been here since 8 o’clock. I figured you needed a replacement,” he chuckled. Ayumi smiled shyly and sipped daintily at the fresh coffee. The owner knew her order by heart; the robust brew was sweetened to perfection with a combination of sugar and sweet cream, turning the dark liquid a honey-brown color. Its bittersweet taste spread over her tongue, easing her tensions, and her body began to buzz as it absorbed the fresh wave of stimulating caffeine. The minuscule amount of fatigue she had started to feel was swallowed in its invigorating wake. Shikamaru smiled in amusement. “You look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed already.”

“Yes, I don’t drink much caffeine actually, so it works rather quickly,” she explained. Shikamaru’s gaze dropped down to the collection of papers strewn in front of her. He looked as if he were going to inquire, so she enlightened him before he even opened his mouth to ask. “I publish historical research. I’m editing a draft of a manuscript that I’m hoping to submit to an academic journal soon.” 

He whistled in admiration and gestured to the stack of papers, wishing to peruse them; Ayumi nodded in permission, and he scooped them up to begin skimming the document.

“‘The Sociopolitical Impacts of the Second Great Ninja War on the Rural Village of Nichibotsu’?” he said with raised eyebrows as he rattled off the paper’s title. His eyebrows crept higher and higher up his forehead as he rifled through the pages of paragraphs, maps, and diagrams. “Records of personal accounts… Photocopies of death and birth records… Even photographs of the riots… The riots in Nichibotsu resulting from the governing body’s underhanded support of the enemy and human rights violations are actually very scarcely mentioned in history textbooks. Most people don’t know they ever happened. How did you ever find so much information on them?” He asked with a clear tone of awe, which made Ayumi flush and wiggle in her chair self-consciously.

“Well, I took a few personal trips to Nichibotsu to converse with the locals. Many of those documents were stored away in their attics and basements. They were more than happy to share them with me if it meant the plight of their ancestors would get the attention it deserves.” 

He clicked his tongue appreciatively and nodded with another glance down at her scribble-covered manuscript. 

“This is a very impressive account. I hope you’re able to publish it, and it gets the recognition it merits,” Shikamaru smiled as he handed the papers back. Ayumi hid her bashful grin behind her coffee cup. Shikamaru reclined back in his chair, tossing his arm over the top and looking off in the distance. A silence settled between them, a silence that caused Ayumi to fidget uncomfortably. The parent-teacher conference had only been a few days ago, and the tension between father and son was never far from her mind. Looking at Shikamaru, his lidded gaze searching the horizon for something unknown, she once again wondered if there was anything she could do to ease their pain. 

As Shikamaru shifted, a flicker of light caught Ayumi’s attention. She followed the bobbing white light to see the sunlight refracting off the smooth, slim surface of a diamond ring, hanging on a silver chain against Shikamaru’s chest. It was most obviously a wedding band. She stared at it with wide eyes, her breath hitching in her throat; when Shikamaru noticed her intense gaze, he frowned and tucked the ring back underneath his shirt. 

“Don’t stick my nose in where it’s not wanted, right?” she asked hollowly. Shikamaru’s frown deepened at her echo of his unkind words, and he rubbed at the back of his neck. “You don’t have to answer me… but I think it’s important for Shikadai’s sake… that I know what happened to your wife,” she posed slowly. Shikamaru’s dark eyes bored into hers. Doubt and fear swam within the black depths. “I only want to help my student.” And you. 

Shikamaru inhaled sharply, then breathed out through his nose. He hunched over the coffee table while gripping his coffee cup tight, bending the plastic under the force and causing the dark liquid to bulge near the rim. He did not answer her for several minutes, ruminating on the decision to allow Ayumi into his fractured heart or continue to keep her beyond the walls he had built. 

His eyes fixated on the swirls of bubbles floating in his coffee. 

“My wife perished on a mission,” he revealed quietly. His thumbs slowly slid up and down on the smooth paper of the coffee cup. “One year ago.” He drained the cup of the bitter liquid and set it down, lips smoothing into a thin, terse line. Sensing that the troubled man wished to offer no further explanation, Ayumi did not press him for more information. 

“I see. I’m sorry to hear that.” And she was. Death never loomed far from ninja, even in times of supposed peace. Even routine missions could turn deadly. Such was the uncertainty of their profession. Saddening news as it was, Ayumi was still glad for it; finally, she could understand the rift between Shikamaru and his son and why Shikadai was so emotionally volatile. Everyone responded to sudden deaths of loved ones differently— and it was clear that these two had reacted very negatively, one lashing out and the other trying desperately to bottle everything up inside. 

Shikamaru only grunted at her in response. His brows were furrowed deep over his eyes, bringing hard edges to his dark pupils. His hand curled over his mouth with a stiff grip that turned his knuckles white. She wondered if she had pressed him too much in her quest for information; guilt prickled at her gut. As she squirmed uncomfortably, Shikamaru’s eyes slowly flickered up to meet her face. The hint of a smile peeked above the edge of his hand. 

“Don’t look so uneasy. I’m all right,” Shikamaru chortled. The strain in his tone left much to be desired; it was clear he was trying to put up a strong front to keep Ayumi from pestering further. Despite her curiosity, Ayumi knew that the best thing to do would be to allow Shikamaru to reveal his tragic story at his own pace. 

As he dropped his hand, he continued, “I’m actually grateful, you know, to see you taking such an interest in Shikadai’s welfare.” Ayumi perked up, a haze of pink dusting her cheeks. He smiled wryly, seemingly amused by her bashfulness and surprise. “I know I’m not going to win Parent of the Year or anything, but I do care about my son. I recognize that he needs a positive influence in his life, considering I’m anything but.” 

“You sell yourself short,” Ayumi contradicted quietly. “You’re a man who’s suffered an inconceivable loss. Both of you have. Difficulty processing and managing that is to be expected.” She breathed in quietly and then timidly reached out to take Shikamaru’s hand. He did not retreat from her, only stared down at her small hand covering his own through lidded, pained eyes. “I’m not sure what it’s worth… but I think you’re doing the best you can given your situation. Both you and Shikadai have shown tremendous growth just since I’ve known you… I’m sure that with time that you two will be able to come together again.” 

Shikamaru continued to just stare silently at her hand, watching her thumb gently sweep back and forth over the top. A smile crawled onto his lips, and his gaze slowly up to her warm brown eyes. 

“Well, that’s not due to anything on my part.” 

Ayumi’s face flushed at the implication of his words. She fiddled with her manuscript, flipping the corners of the pages as she tried not to seem too satisfied with his unspoken praise. 

“You sell yourself short,” she repeated meekly. Shikamaru snorted amusedly, once again studying her hand. It was clearly a teacher’s, smooth and unblemished— not like Shikamaru’s, which was roughened with years of battle and toil. He studied her hand like it held all the solutions to his problems, which made her flush darker and fidget in her chair. As her hand twitched over his, it seemed he decided that he’d disrupted Ayumi’s work long enough. 

She lamented the loss of his gentle heat as he withdrew his hand from underneath hers. 

“Well, I do believe I’ve taken up enough of your time,” he sighed, languidly rising from the chair. “I’d hate to delay your contribution to academia any further,” he chuckled with a small wink. Ayumi giggled and hugged her edited manuscript to her chest with one hand while reaching for her coffee with the other. When she brought it to her lips, she recoiled, discovering that the liquid had long since gone cold. She smacked her lips distastefully and set it down with a grimace. 

“I’ve definitely taken up enough of your time,” Shikamaru joked and fished out some bills from his pocket. Ayumi sputtered refusals, but he still tucked them underneath her coffee cup with a willful smile. “It’s the least I can do, Ayumi,” he insisted in a soft voice. The gentle rumble of his tone made her heart flutter and the words dissolve on her tongue before she could speak them. 

It took her a few seconds to recollect her swooning brain. 

“Th-there’s nothing to repay,” she stammered and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. “I am only doing my part as Shikadai’s teacher… and your friend,” she added hopefully. Shikamaru straightened, staring down at her with a complicated expression. He then smiled warmly and reached in to sweep away a stray strand of hair that she’d missed. As his fingertips skimmed over her heating skin and her eyes beheld that absolutely beautiful smile of his, all the breath left her lungs. 

“I’m grateful.” 

His smile vanished as soon as it had come, like the sun eclipsed by the relentless clouds rolling across the sky. Ayumi was left reeling, blinking rapidly as she watched him turn his back to head back to work. As she stumbled out a farewell, he looked over his shoulder, the shadow of that happy smile playing over his lips. 

“I expect a copy of the article when it’s published,” was all he said before he melted into the crowd. Ayumi gazed wide-eyed at the space where he’d been, and the glimpses of that toothy, giddy smile danced like stars in her mind’s eye. She wondered how long it had been since he’d smiled like that and what she had to do to see it again. She wondered if Shikadai smiled like that, too, or if he carried a little bit of his mother in his grin. 

Ayumi picked up the cash and stood up to get herself another cup of coffee. There was work to be done.

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Feel Like Makin’ Love (SMUT)

anonymous said: can you make a cute morning sex smut with joe mazzello?

(a/n: here we area again, sinful sunday - but this time, lets REMIX it a bit. here’s a cute lil joe mazzello fluff/smut thingy. i didn’t proofread bc i’m lazy wow who’s shocked anyways ENJOY HEHE)

You didn’t know quite when you’d fallen asleep, but you did know that you slept hard as you struggled to open your eyes, a crusty cover of deep sleep stopping you in the process. Groaning softly, you carefully climbed off the couch where you’d passed out watching Without A Paddle, Joe’s arm that had been around your waist dropping limply to rest where you’d just laid. Your boyfriend was a heavy sleeper if you’d ever seen one, a soft snore emanating from his direction as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, tiptoeing towards the bathroom and checking the time on the way there. 8:53 am? Fuck.

Going through the bare minimum, you brushed your teeth and hair before calling it good with a couple sprays of perfume, not wanting to even begin to smell the popcorn butter that had stained your shirt. Padding back out to the living room, you found Joe still sound asleep, his face peaceful and relatively void of emotion as he snored away.

A smile quickly took over your lips, and you laid back down next to him, wrapping his arm back around your waist as you sunk into the pliant cushions of the loveseat. At the feeling of your hand on his forearm, he stirred, yawning and blinking sleepily before opening his eyes completely to look at you through bleary, glazed eyes. A tired smile formed on his lips, and he snuggled closer, nuzzling your neck and mumbling incoherently before clearing his throat. “Mornin’.”

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” Your hand caressed the back of his head, gently running over his hair, and came to rest on the nape of his neck. He made a quiet pleased noise at that, nuzzling further into your neck and wrapping both of his arms around you before rolling on his back so you were laying on top of him.

“You smell good.” Letting his head rest back against the couch, he smiled after he said it, waiting for your response patiently as he stared up at you with those warm hazel eyes, the sleep slowly clearing from them. Giggling softly, you just shook your head at his observation, closing the distance between your faces and pressing your lips to his. He kissed back sweetly, one of his hands rubbing your back absentmindedly as you made a happy noise against his lips. “You’re so cute,” he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle and pull away so that you were hovering above him again, crossing your arms across his chest.

“We’ve got to get off this couch sometime, lazy bones.” He scoffed at the idea, acting as if it was a crazy suggestion, then locked his arm around your waist and quickly flipped the two of you so you were now underneath him. His body neatly fit between your legs, the both of you interlocked just jigsaw puzzle pieces as he peppered your face with kisses, making you squeal in delight. “Joe, stop it! Just kiss me already, dummy.”

Laughing along with your squeals, he rolled his eyes playfully as if to say ‘I guess’ before his lips were on yours again, still saccharine and sweet, but more loving and passionate than before. You quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck and resting your free hand on his bicep. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, making your heart soar and cheeks tinge a light shade of pink as you smiled widely, unable to contain yourself.

“I love you too,” you murmured, squeezing his arm gently before resuming the kiss, his lips still a bit swollen from sleep and feeling oh-so-soft against yours. And he moved his lips in sync with yours, slowly deepening the kiss and running his hand down your side as he did so. When his hand came to rest on your thigh, you let him hook your leg up over his hip without a second though, the action normal to you. But when he shifted his hips a moment later, briefly grinding his hips into your core and revealing a severe case of morning wood, you gasped into the kiss. A knowing chuckle left his lips, and he only kissed your lower lip in response, gently taking it between his teeth and tugging on it.

Now you were spurred on for different reasons, parting your lips and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth as you ran your fingers into his hair, swirling your tongue around his. His fingertips dug into your thigh as he moved his tongue at odds with yours, and you could feel his hips rut forward against you minutely with every few seconds that passed.

So, you pulled away from the kiss, tugging his shirt up and off of him before doing the same for yourself. He wasn’t ashamed in any way of his needs this morning, but he wasn’t pushy about them either, his eyes following your movements patiently before he smiled at you again, moving to press a kiss against your forehead.

“You missed,” you teased, and Joe chuckled before he pressed his lips to yours once again, gentle, yet yearning as he moved his lips against yours. One of his hands snuck up to cup your breast, and he marveled at the way you arched into his hand like clockwork, in tune with his touches even at 9 am. He pulled away from the kiss, moving down to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking softly and reveling in the feeling of you shivering beneath him, both of you overwhelmed by the slow, sensual nature of everything happening this morning.

It had been a while since you’d had slow, passionate sex with each other, and honestly, you were ready for it again. The way Joe’s eyes lit up when he met yours as he pulled his lips off your breast with a small pop - your heart swelled with love for man as you started to push down your pajama shorts, taking your panties with it. He crawled off you as you did so, pushing his own boxers down and kicking them off before resuming his spot between your legs, not rushing anything as he pressed lazy kisses to your collarbones, waiting for you to reinitiate everything.

Reaching down, you took his hand and brought it up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles one by one as he looked up at you, his eyes twinkling in the dim early morning light coming in through the window. After letting your lips linger on the last knuckle, he let go of your hand and moved it up to cup your face, admiring you for a moment before starting to trail kisses down your torso, humming happily to himself.

You laid still as he did so, just letting Joe’s kisses relax you as he went further and further down your torso - past your breasts, past your navel, then switching down to the soft skin of your inner thigh, each kiss light and all equally exciting as you ran a hand into his hair again. He met your gaze for just a moment, a small smile behind his eyes as he finally moved his lips to your clit, applying the slightest amount of pressure as he flicked his tongue against it.

Letting out an appreciative moan, you pressed your hips forward a bit, eager for his mouth. Joe complied, adding a bit more pressure to your clit before sucking on it, his hands snaking up around your thighs to hold them still as you squirmed somewhat. He continued to work his mouth against your sex while you ran your hand back through his hair again, petting his head in a grateful way.

After a few minutes of that, he pulled away and pressed a kiss to your inner thigh before moving back up to be face-to-face with you, supporting his weight on one arm. Pulling him in for a kiss, you rested a hand on his cheek and made a pleased noise against his lips as he ran a few fingers through your folds, gathering the wetness that had pooled there before wrapping the same hand around his dick and stroking himself a few times. Then, he pressed his tip against your entrance, questioning, waiting for your approval and you murmured a small assent as you pulled away from the kiss for a moment. “M’ready.”

With that, Joe pressed his hips forward, slowly stretching you out as he rested his forehead on yours. His lips parted slightly as he breathed out, keening at the sensation he’d been waiting for since he’d woke up, and you curled up your fingers as you did the same. His free hand clutched for something to hold on to, desperate for some sort of grounding feeling, and it settled on your waist. When he’d completely bottomed out, he paused for a moment, then his eyes fluttered open to find you already looking at him, in awe of it all. A small smile danced onto his lips before he pulled out almost all the way and started to thrust into you, gentle, considerate, but not too slow.

There was no bout of frenzied kisses or filthy words today. Joe was being soft with you today, and you with him. Sure, he wasn’t lazily thrusting into you – there was a purpose to this, after all – but neither was he feverishly working at you. Joe was pressing sweet-tempered kisses to anywhere that he could find register, his hips canting rhythmically against you as you let your eyelids flutter shut, a sort of relaxation taking over your body. Gently pacing himself, Joe wanted to make this different, more passionate than anything you’d had recently. His hand slid down your thighs, the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin only making you even more relaxed as you moaned his name in appreciation, reaching down to take his hand in yours.

He squeezed your hand and groaned softly in response, lacing your fingers together as he rolled his hips against you, each movement allowing the tiniest bit of cool air between the overheated skin of your torsos and raising goosebumps on your skin when fused with all of the other sensations. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your shoulder before burying his face in your neck, thrusting a bit deeper as he angled his hips a different way.

You tried to respond appropriately, but a particularly deft roll of his hips took your sentence off track midway through. “I love you so- oh my God.” Joe let out an amused chuckle and pulled back to look at your face as your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, overwhelmed as he moved his hips in the same manner again. Even as you felt yourself nearing your climax, you still had to giggle with Joe, shaking your head before opening your eyes again.

“Love you too, baby,” was his response, his lips curled into a cute little grin, and he quickly kissed your nose before moving back to nuzzle your neck again. “You’re adorable.”

“Could say the same for you,” you replied, a bit breathless as you let go of his hand and moved your hands to rest on his upper back, curling up your fingers. There was a glut of intensity building up in your stomach, threatening to spill over as Joe reached down, pressing two fingers to your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Taking his time, he slowed down his thrusts a bit and made each one more deliberate as he ground against you, moving his lips down to your breasts again. His tongue moved against your nipple before he wrapped his lips around it, drawing a low moan out of you as you warned him, “I’m close, babe.”

He didn’t say anything, too busy with what he was doing currently to respond, and you whimpered softly at the overstimulation, your climax rapidly approaching. Finally, you were set off and you moaned his name loudly, arching up against him as he kept moving, drawing out your high as long as he could. All you could see was the blurry cream color of the ceiling as you came, whimpers and curses leaving your lips as white-hot pleasure coursed through your veins. Joe was being pulled closer and closer to his climax by the feeling of you clenching around him, and it took all of his strength not to come undone while he was still trying to focus on you. Once you’d come down, he had to remind himself.

When you did finally ride out your high, you fell back against the couch again, Joe releasing your nipple from his mouth and moving back up to rest his forehead against yours, grunting softly as he fought off his own climax. His hand returned to your side, and you could tell by the tighter-than-usual grip that he was right at the edge, teetering dangerously. So, you took his face in your hands and tapped his cheekbone with your thumb, prompting him to open his eyes and look down at you. They were glazed over again, unfocused, but he could see you smile as you murmured, “Come on, bubs, let go.”

“Fuck, I’m-,“ he groaned, cutting off mid-sentence as he did finally let go, his hips stuttering before coming to a stop as he released inside of you. “I’m cumming,” he grunted weakly, his breaths hitting your lips in short, erratic bursts, and you knew that his fingers digging into your side were sure to leave tiny bruises, but you didn’t care. Clenching around him once more, you helped him ride out the last of his orgasm before he slumped down against you, not even bothering to pull out as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, panting.

The both of you delightfully exhausted, you began petting Joe’s hair again and smiled as you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible while you caught your breath. You could have stayed like this forever if life would allow it, but you both knew you’d have to move sometime, so Joe reluctantly pulled out of you and climbed to his feet after a moment, heading to the kitchen to grab a wet washcloth, which he used to clean the both of you up upon return. And then he pulled his boxers on, resuming his position between your legs and resting his head on your chest while he wrapped his arms securely around your midsection.

“M'tired,” he mumbled against your skin, pressing a lazy kiss to the area between your collarbones before snuggling closer and shutting his eyes. What time was it again? You remembered it only being around 9 when you’d woke up, so you got comfortable again and rested a hand on the nape of his neck, moving the other to rest behind your head as you closed your eyes as well.

“Let’s just go back to sleep and trying that waking up thing again in a few hours,” you murmured in response, Joe grumbling some incoherent form of agreement as he dozed off quickly. The soft rise and fall of his torso as he slept quickly lulled you off to sleep as well, content and happy in your boyfriend’s arms and already satisfied with the day. Whatever came next, you were sure you could take it with him here with you.

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Journal: Marleu gives Louis a journal when she learns he has trouble sleeping. Word Count: 1233 (2.5 pages)

Something short I wrote for some fun. Only very minor proofreading. Might clean up and put on AO3 later.

Marleu’s fingers caressed the black hardcover journal as she stared down at it, then up at the door to Louis room. She had been ecstatic when Coco had given her the book, but now that she was standing in front of the door hoping to give it to the person she wanted to she found her nerves bundling up on her. Louis had not looked well the last few days. More tired than normal, and one time when he fell asleep at his desk he woke up with a sudden gasp and cold sweat, before retreating to the hot springs to clean up.

Yakumo had explained to her that Louis sometimes had nightmares. They’d keep him up late - or all night - then after a few days he’d his body would have enough and he’d be out cold for a day and lethargic for another, but eventually they would be back to business. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, but when she asked Yakumo what his nightmares were about, he shook his head.

“That’s not my place to say. If he feels comfortable talking to you about them, he will. All I can say is, I’m pretty sure a lot of what haunts him is stuff he doesn’t even remember.”

Marleu had not prodded beyond that, what Yakumo said lined up well with what little she knew about Louis. He was always thinking. Often she would see him just sitting on the couch with his hands folded in his lap, stuck in his thoughts, and it would take calling his name and tapping his shoulder to snap him out of them. So it would make sense whatever demons kept him up at night would follow him if they stayed trapped in his head. Marleu looked down at the journal again and back at the door.

She took a deep breath in and let it out. “Come on, girl, you got this.” She knocked on the door and waited. No answer. She knocked again, this time a little louder. “Louis? Are you there?”

Again no answer. It was always possible that he may have been trying to sleep, in which case it might have been a better idea to leave him alone. She looked at the notebook again. Might just be best to leave it for him when he woke up later. She knelt down to place the journal by his door then stopped when she saw it crack open, then open a little wider.

“Marleu?” Marleu looked up to see Louis staring down at her. “What are you doing?”

She blinked a few times, taking in his pale face and the heaviness in his eyes, then jumped to her feet. “U-uh, I was… uh…” she stammered, looking at him. She saw his head tilt. He did not look annoyed, but he looked like he wanted to be doing anything except standing in front of his door while she was trying to form a complete sentence. She cleared her throat and started over. “Sorry. I uh… am I bothering you?”

He sighed. “No, I was just... thinking.” His voice was heavy, and he leaned against the frame of the door. She noticed he seemed to lose focus for a moment before bringing his hand up to his head and rubbing his eyes. “Sorry, was there something you needed?”

Marleu looked him over. “Actually, I wanted to give you something.” She said. She held the journal out and waited, watched as he stared at it and then after some hesitation reached out and took it. He frowned and opened the book, that frown deepening as he stared at the empty pages. “It’s a journal.”

“A journal?”

She nodded. “I was a little worried when I saw how tired you looked. Yakumo says you sometimes have nightmares - he didn’t tell me anything specific about them, don’t worry.” She added that part when she saw Louis’ eyes widen, “I thought, maybe writing them down, or your thoughts, might help a little. You know get them out of your head, onto some paper. Maybe it’ll help you sleep.”

“Out of my head and onto some paper.” He repeated his eyes falling on the journal. A smile crossed his face as he closed it. “You know it’s funny. I spend a lot of my time reading, but I never thought that maybe writing my thoughts down might be a good idea.”

“Maybe start today?” Marleu suggested. She saw Louis think for a moment, then turn the book around a little.

“Kind of hard to write without a pen.” He said. Marleu froze, her face turning a slight shade of red.

“Right, that might help a little.” She said, sheepish as she checked the pockets of her shorts for the pen she was positive she grabbed. She found it on the right and held it out to him. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” He paused for a second, then said to her, “I appreciate this Marleu. I don’t deserve such kindness, but-”

“-Of course you do.” Marleu cut him off. She furrowed her brow as she looked at him. “You help me and the others all the time. It’s only fair we look out for you too. Especially if you're having a hard time.”

Her words were simple and to the point. She felt like she was stating something obvious and yet she saw his eyes divert to the floor. They were dark and not dark in the way they were when he looked tired. Like he did not want to - or could not - believe what she said. It took a long while until he looked back at her and even when he did, he did not meet her gaze.

“Thank you.” His voice was quiet and low. Automatic like he was unsure if he could say anything else. Marleu watched him.  Was it really so hard for him to understand something so simple? He then spoke up again, getting her attention. “I think, I’ll give this a try. Then try to take a small nap. Or whatever my body considers ‘small’ right now.”

She nodded.nodded. “Okay. You try to rest then.” She said, “If you need anything, let me know okay?”

He nodded and tried to return her smile. “I will.” He said. He gave her a small half wave good-bye and stepped back into his room, closing the door behind him. Marleu sighed, her shoulders sagging as she did. That could have gone better, but it also could have gone worse. She turned and left the hall only to jump when she saw Yakumo standing there.

“Louis like the gift?” He asked.

“How d'you-” She stopped herself from asking. Of course Yakumo would know. If it wasn’t him, it would be Coco knowing what everyone was up to at their small base. “I think so. I just hope it helps.”

Yakumo gave her a grin and a light slap on the back. “I’m sure it will. At least he knows your thinking of him.” Marleu let a small smile cross her face, a light pink making her cheeks glow. “Come on, we got training. I’m not letting you go into battle until I know you aren’t going to embarrass me by proxy while using my blood code.”

“W-what?” Marleu said not having much of a choice as Yakumo dragged her across the base to the training area.

[shikanaradai]

ShikaTema Week 2019 – Day 2: Midnight picnic

A/N: Due to being forced to pressured and from popular demands... I’ve decided to post this sad excuse of a fic... Be warned it’s not very “Midnight-picnic”-y cuz... I suck at fluff and writing... I didn’t proofread this because I’ll go “ctrl+a” and “delete” without a heartbeat... Enjoy my comeback fic ig...

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It’s safe to say Shikamaru and Temari don’t like going out on a public date, just snuggling up together in the comfort of their house is good enough for the two. They prefer displaying their affections away from the prying eyes to avoid the teasing, especially from a few blonde and maybe a certain pink haired. When they had their son, Shikadai, seeing the two going out was almost non-existent; despite inheriting the distinct Nara gene, extreme laziness, he was just as stubborn as his mother, and may Shikamaru add, a big mama’s boy – to which Shikadai will refuse profusely as he got older.

 The door to the master bedroom slid opened abruptly, surprising the man inside as he turned to the door and watched his wife dragged her feet to the futon next to him. She quickly crawled inside, not giving a care that the door to their room is wide open and that she hasn’t free her hair from their ties. He watched in amusement before standing up and closed the door in her stead and walked back, staring at the big bulge on her futon.

“I heard quite some fuss, what did he do tonight?” He raised his eyes, remembering the screaming just half an hour ago

“Wow, you heard him screaming and didn’t bother to come and help me?” She snarled and he can feel her death glares staring right through his body despite having a huge blanket over her “That son of yours won’t go to sleep… He’s not tired he said…” She grumbled and sat up, the blanket falling down “I thought he inherited that lazy Nara gene of yours, putting him to sleep has been nothing but troublesome lately” She complaint while her husband watched, trying to think up of a reply

“Don’t forget he is also your son… Guess your stubborn-“ He quickly stopped himself before getting himself killed “I mean…”

His wife watched and sighed, pulling off her ties and collapsed back to the pillow “I’m too tired to even fight back… My stubbornness is to blame I assume” She finished his sentence and Shikamaru turned to her

“I was going to say strong determination but I guess that could work” He grinned and quickly dodged a flying pillow to his face “Tem…”

“Shut it… I’m sleepy, talk to me tomorrow” Temari ignored him and quickly turned her back to him and Shikamaru let out a soft chuckle

“What? I find it unfair that you give your attention to your son way more than to your husband” He pretended to sound hurt but he obviously failed when he heard a scoff as a reply

“Puh-lease. You got all my attention when we were dating and even when we just got married”

“Tem… That was 3 years ago” Shikamaru crawled over and sat right behind her, staring at her back “Ever since Dai was born, we haven’t had a date yet”

“Now you’re being a romantic?” She turned to him, raising her eyes “You do know the main reason you’re even barely home is because of your mission, right? Then you got your job with the Hokage, you’re blaming Dai?”

“Don’t be so troublesome…” Shikamaru scratched his head “Look… I was thinking of spending some time alone… Just you and me” He looked at her, her teal eyes shone brightly under the moonlight

“What about Dai?”

“Kaa-chan is willing to look after him. She called me saying how much she missed him” Shikamaru quickly explained “And of course, she’s quite willing to take him on Tuesday…”

“Why Tuesday of all days?”

“And here I always got sent to Suna for forgetting our anniversary…” Shikamaru chuckled softly and leaned in towards her, his head inches away from hers and she can feel her cheeks heat up; it has been ages since his face was this close to her “Oi, I can see you turning into a tomato despite being in such a dark room” He teased and quickly grabbed onto her wrist, stopping them before she punched him away “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, did I?”

“You’re being too sappy all of the sudden… I must be very tired” She grumbled, trying to hide her blush and Shikamaru chuckled

“Tem… Just let me finish my request, please” Shikamaru reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers together and Temari quickly flinched at the gesture

“O-Oi…”

“When Dai is with his grandmother, how about we grab a bite to eat?” He looked straight onto her eyes and Temari blinked. Shikamaru looked at her nervously but then saw her lips turning into a grin

“Might as well” She flashed him her distinct smile, the smile that let him see the light when he was in the dark, the smile that is reserved just for him and his son, the smile that had stolen his heart all those years ago.

  “Mama!” The cry of their toddler son echoed the house while his grandmother struggled to hold him back, his parents watched in pain, heartbroken to see their son so upset.

“Shikadai, your parents will only be away for a bit, they’ll return soon” Yoshino tried to calm her grandson down but it’s very obvious that she’s failing miserably, seeing how Shikadai’s still screaming in tears while his hands frantically reached for his mother.

“No! Dai wants mama!” He screamed louder and Shikamaru shook his head from behind

Definitely Temari’s son… He sighed and quickly got elbowed on his hip, teal eyes glaring from his wife

“Dai… Listen to me carefully, hm?” Temari kneeled down as Shikadai clutched onto her kimono tightly, burying his face on her shoulder “Be a good boy and listen to your grandmother, ok? I’ll be back real soon!” She cooed him, her voice soft and gentle, the side that appeared after his, no, their son was born; the side of Temari that Shikamaru grew to love, adding onto the list of other endless things of why he loves Temari with all his being.

“W-Where mama and papa go?” Shikadai sniffled and leaned back, his small baby teal eyes stared straight at his mother’s

“Just nearby, we’ll be quick” Shikamaru kneeled down beside his wife and wiped the tears lingering on Shikadai’s cheeks with his thumb “Be a good boy alright, little fawn? You can do that right?” He grinned and Shikadai nodded reluctantly

“Okaa-san, I really thank you for this” Temari bowed to her mother-in-law, earning a chuckled and a pat from her

“Oh, I want to spend some time with Shikadai anyway” She waved her hand in front of her, motioning that Temari doesn’t need to worry much “You two enjoy your date, take as long as you want” She grinned and Shikamaru rolled his eyes

“We’ll get going then…” Shikamaru mumbled and Temari nodded, they bid farewell to Yoshino and Shikadai before heading off, a picnic basket in Shikamaru’s hand.

“Ah… To be young and in love… Let’s hope for a younger sibling soon hm, Shikadai?” She laughed while closing the door and Shikadai walked inside, still taking glances at his parents’ backs disappearing into the horizon.

  The young couple enjoyed a silent walk, just like they used to have when she was working as the Konoha-Suna ambassador with him being her guide. Nearly a decade had passed and nothing changed much since then when they walked down the street, enjoying each other’s company and the silence, well, aside from the fact that they’re now husband and wife instead of mere colleagues. Truth to be told, Temari was kind of expecting a fancy dinner in some weird fancy restaurant and maybe have them holding hand in hand down the street, but seeing Shikamaru’s nervous face with a picnic basket in hand confused her. He wanted a date with her, he yearned for her attention and affections, so why did he tell her not to dress fancy and locked her out of the kitchen for the whole day?

“Close your eyes” Shikamaru brought her back to reality and she wasn’t even listening. She blinked a few times and turned to him, trying to recollect what he just said “Don’t tell me you’re deaf?” He raised his eyes, silently, and trying to be subtle, on judging her expressions. He shook his head in disbelief at his wife’s cluelessness, heck, he kind of finds it cute when she’s just spacing out like that. “Close your eyes” He repeated and quickly grabbed an eye mask, putting it on her

“O-Oi! What are you trying to do?” She asked, taken by surprise how he just blocked her ability to see just like that “Oi Shikamaru!” She called out for him, her arms swinging around on trying to find her husband. He got to admit; she doesn’t seem so intimidating looking like this. It’s not every day you see Sabaku no Temari, pretty much the princess of Suna acting like a lost child. “I swear to god Shikamaru, if you don’t-“ She began to complain but quickly stopped when her legs were lifted up and she could feel two pair of strong arms carrying her, the action earned a small yelp from the kunoichi

“It’s a surprise” She could hear the cheekiness in his tone as she let Shikamaru carry her to god knows where. She lost sense of direction, lost her sense of sight but she can tell from the sound of his feet landing on tiles, that Shikamaru is running on top of roofs. After what felt like hours, which was merely 5 minutes, Shikamaru set her down and took off her blindfold, surprising her with Konoha’s night view from on top of a hill. She stared at the scenery in awe, taking in the beauty of the night sky and the lights down in the village now she calls home, heck, why the hell have she never been here before?

“You like it?” Shikamaru grinned, feeling proud judging on her reaction “I’ve been meaning to show you this place but with Shikadai being all over you, it was quite impossible” He chuckled, walking up to her “It’s bea-“

“Why the hell didn’t you show me this place sooner, Nara?” Temari growled, slapping onto his arm “I’ve been living here for 4 years already and never knew of this place until now?”

“Oi, is this how you’re going to repay for all the troubles I had to go through?” Shikamaru groaned, rubbing his arm and Temari turned around, noticing a picnic set up behind her, bottle of wine, two wine glasses and some food lying on the mat, waiting for her

“So… A picnic in the middle of the night?” She raised her eyes, looking at Shikamaru “You really went through all this trouble just for this?”

“Wow, you’re very much welcome” Shikamaru replied in a mocking tone “I totally didn’t cut my hand a few times making these stuff”

“You what?” She darted to his hand, quickly reaching for it and Shikamaru pulled back

“Oi, I was joking. You really think I’m that bad at cooking?”

“I wouldn’t say bad… but I guess?” She gave him a small shrug and Shikamaru rolled his eyes before grabbing onto her hand, caressing them carefully

“Nara Temari…” He began, making her heart jumped at the sudden mention, the name she can still not get used to “I have to thank you for being able to keep up with my troublesome self while still being able to take care of our son” He continued, his eyes staring straight at hers, his emotions reaching to the very core of her body “And I can’t thank you enough for marrying me…”

“Someone’s being awfully romantic” Temari mumbled but quickly smiled “Not that I don’t mind…” She chuckled, moving closer to him “Only I can take care of your lazy bum now, can I?” She grinned “And your troublesome son”

“Our son” He corrected her and pulled her into a hug “Thank you, Tem…” He mumbled quietly but still loud enough for her to hear.

  It’s already well past midnight and the sight of the two heads of the Nara clan is nowhere to be seen. They said they were going for a walk inside the Nara clan forest but that was 3 hours ago and now, the newly made genin is walking down the forest, in search for the two leaders. Saying they’re only going for a walk but with a huge picnic basket in hand, yeah sure, a walk. Going down on a familiar path, he entered a clearing where you can see the starry sky with nothing blocking your views, no trees, no hills, no houses. Scanning the area quickly led him to land his eyes on two shadows, casually laying down on top of the mat, very much relaxed

“Asleep…” He quickly concluded judging by the closeness of the two and seeing how the basket is empty with no food left, the bottle of wine very much empty. He walked over to his target, staring at his parents very much asleep under the night sky, too close for his liking but he can’t complain “What a drag… If you two are going on a date, you should at least said so” He shook his head and pulled out a blanket, putting over them “I know you two hate showing affections in front of me but I’d rather gag from disgust than being worried for you two” He continued to voice his complaint to his unconscious parents. “That blanket won’t let you survive the night so you two better stay warm…” He picked up the empty picnic basket and set the trash inside it. He stood up straight and took a last glance at his parents, a small smile forming on his face and he chuckled, shaking his head “Happy anniversary oyaji, kaa-chan…” He smiled, walking away, letting his parents enjoy some rare moment together, under Konoha’s beautiful starry night. 

[hourly-dreaming]

Sand Angels

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader (g.neutral) Genre: romance/tooth-rotting fluff Word count: 704

Summary: A day at the beach with your boyfriend Jaehyun to celebrate the end of dreaded finals season.

Warnings: None. Well, not unless you don’t like the beach..or would prefer to never hear the word finals again (#honestlyamood). Also this isn’t proofread cause I typed it up at like 5am since I couldn’t sleep anyway haha

✎ A/N: I’m.. honestly not entirely fond of this tbh.. and the ending was kinda lame and super cheesy-  I uuhhh I got carried away so this ended up getting really long,, ..and yes the title is a pun on snow angels but w/ sand

It was late June when Jaehyun finally had a break from his hectic school schedule, having had to take summer term courses whereas you’d opted out. You both decided to celebrate your newfound freedom (at least until the inevitable bite of reality once again come autumn) by going to one of your favorite escapes, the beach.

Jaehyun set up the umbrella while you prepared the chairs and secured all your supplies. It was rather quiet, with not too many people out, likely due to it being rather early on a weekday, only adding to the sense of much-needed serenity. Taking in the breeze, you feel two toned arms wrap around your center, feeling a fluffy mass of pink hair tickle your neck as Jaehyun rests his chin against your shoulder. You two stand in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the therapeutic aroma that is the beauty of nature, before he breaks the silence.

“Thank you for today, angel,” he murmurs, pulling you in closer against him, eyes closing at the touch of your hand running through his hair.

“Any time, baby, I know how much you needed to de-stress after your finals,” you smile brightly at him, simply content with being able to provide him some sunshine after a multitude of rainy days. Reluctantly peeling yourself away from Jaehyun, you strip down into your swim wear, with him then following suit. “Last one to the water has to pay for dinner!” you tease, dashing off with a head start to the waves, leaving behind any and all of Jaehyun’s complaints of unfair play. The warm sand crunches beneath your feet as you flock to the cool water much like the way a child might. It isn’t until you’re already in the water that you realize he’d never run after you, walking slowly as he took in his favorite views: the ocean, and you. He swims over to where you had been waiting for him, ticking your side with a dimpled grin. “How come you didn’t even try to beat me?” you pout, feeling unsatisfactory with your silly victory.

“You bring me all the way out to the beach and think you’re paying for dinner too? Letting you win meant that you had no way of trying to get out of letting me treat you this time,” his grin turns mischievous as the wheels in your head turn to process the revelation.

“You!” you start, unable to finish your sentence due to befuddlement. You’re only able to laugh it off though, knowing all too well how cunning your boyfriend was. “Bold of you to assume I’m not more interested in the snack in front of me,” you jest flirtatiously, causing Jaehyun’s ears to turn red as he laughs along with you, the sound so melodious it drowns out the crashing waves around your bodies.

It was then, in that moment, swimming with your boyfriend as the light illuminated and caressed every inch of his being that you wondered how you ever got so truly blessed to have someone like him in your life. And it was then, as the shadows he cast upon your form allowed him to truly take in your beautiful smile once more, that he lost his breath to the wonder that was you. He never stopped making you feel loved, he made sure of that, but sometimes he wondered if there was any way words could convey the way his heart skipped a beat at your laughter. Or the way he wished he could keep the feeling of your kisses in a bottle around his neck for the bad days. Or even the way he knows he can’t possibly love you any more and yet... on days like today, where with bare minimum effort he falls in love with your radiance all over again. It’s what brings him to understand why so many people write songs, make movies, and write novels about love.

Jaehyun would give up anything in this world to make you happy, because that’s just the kind of person he is. And you would go to the depths of the earth to keep Jaehyun happy, and perhaps that’s why you two fit so well together after all.