#the kitchen is full of chairs the balcony is full of chairs

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Are you still active on tumblr?

YES I am!! Sorry friends for dropping off the face of the earth, I got a job and I had to move and it was a lot. But I am less stressed now and I hope I can get back to posting more regularly!! I really missed it (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

I will never leave tumblr because there is no other place on the internet where I can tell people that 80% of the time when I try to introduce myself to someone in the office that I haven’t met yet I get so focused on smiling and holding eye contact that I forget the part where I actually have to introduce myself (°□°)

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Best mistake

Azriel x Reader

Summary; Reader doesn't quite understand how mating bonds work.

Warnings; Mentions of sex

Masterlist

Velaris was always beautiful during the day, but during the night? It was a sight of dreams, if you really think about it; that’s one of the reasons it is called court of dreams. Because of this you decided that tonight’s dinner party should be held in the main balcony of the house of wind where the view was spectacular. Thankfully Feyre and Nesta volunteered to help you, otherwise you wouldn’t have made it. You were so lucky that Nesta preferred the bookstore you worked at, because if she didn’t you wouldn’t have met the inner circle, they wouldn’t become your family too and most importantly you wouldn’t have met him. The night court’s shadowsinger-your mate. Technically he wasn’t your mate-mate yet if that’s a thing, but you were making progress. You knew you had to accept him as your mate but with everything going on -the recent war, the reconstruction of Velaris and his missions- it was nearly impossible to find a free day -or several (wink wink)- for the mating ceremony. You still had no clue how you would accept him but the idea of asking anyone filled you with embarrassment. You are a fae for crying out loud shouldn’t you know this already?

You and Feyre were preparing the meals, everything was perfect until you noticed that you both forgot about Azriel’s request; apple pie. You whipped your head in Feyre’s direction to inform her, but she was gone, probably bickering with Nesta for something irrelevant. You shook your head and started making the apple pie. You knew that the house was enchanted, and it could make the food -weird- yet you wanted the dinner to be special and full of love thus you made all the food.

Everything was set and by the beating sound of wings you knew that Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand were approaching the house. You took your apron off and headed to the balcony.  Just a moment before the males landed, black smoke filled the air and Mor, Elain and Amren fell into the balcony. You laughed at their panting knowing that they were probably racing the boys here.

Strong arms engulfed you from behind and the musky scent of cedar and whiskey had you shivering. His face rested in your neck where he left a soft kiss.

“Hello angel” his voice melodic and soft like the finest velvet.

You just leaned back enjoying his Illyrian warmth and closing your eyes.

“Enough I’m starving” Cassian exclaimed earning a growl from your mate.

Soon everyone was devouring your food, complimenting you. After everyone was finished, you and Feyre walked back inside to get the desserts, you picked a plate and filled it with apple pie keeping the rest in the kitchen in case Azriel wanted more, after all you made it for him. As soon as Feyre had moved the desserts to the table you picked the plate and walked back outside, taking a seat next to Azriel you placed it in front of him without interrupting his conversation with Rhysand. He was briefing him about his last mission, so lost in the discussion that he didn’t notice your movement. Cassian did though and leaned back in his chair a smirk forming on his face. You lifted your eyebrow and he just shrugged pulling his gaze from you.

Azriel stopped talking and picked up his fork taking a piece of the apple pie, he chewed and a low moan left his mouth.

“This is amazing” he said, already picking a second piece.

“Really? I made it for you” you smiled excitedly.

Silence.

Everyone’s head whipped towards you. Azriel gulped, his eyes wide.

“What?” You asked. Fear filled your body.

Rhysand was standing up slowly as to not provoke the shadowsinger.

“Y/n don’t you know that this is how you accept the mating bond?” Feyre spoke her gaze fixed on Azriel. You gave her a confused look. “Offering food.” She specified.

“But we made all the food and we’ve done it again before” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Did you make the apple pie specifically for Azriel?” Cassian asked the smirk never leaving his face and his eyes filled with amusement. He knew.

You nodded.

“There you have it. You just accepted the bond and sent your mate into a sexual frenzy” he boomed. Your jaw almost touched the ground.

“You saw me leaving the plate there…you knew… why didn’t you tell me?” You shouted.

“I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this” he leaned back more and placed his hands behind his head.

Your gaze turned to Azriel who was shaking and then you felt it too. Every feeling was million times stronger, his scent filling all of your senses making you clench your thighs, a faint smell of your arousal leaving your body.

Azriel lifted his gaze on you, his eyes filled with darkness and dominance.

“Do you want this?” His voice feral and possessive.

“Yes” you breathed.

In an instant you were in his arms, his wings flaring behind him.

“Don’t come to the cabin” he growled to the others and with that you were on the sky, a yelp leaving your lips.

He glanced at you and then you decided.

This was the best mistake you’ve ever made.

Requests are open.

[k-hotchoisan]

from the back

<Wooyoung x fem!reader>

part two of 🔥to the side🔥

where Wooyoung finally gets to fuck you so good

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs

Genre/Warnings: pervDILF!Wooyoung, smut, sexual tension, backshots, dirty talk, cream pies, orgasms, alcohol consumption, Wooyoung drinks but he keeps it within the limit because he’s driving y/n home (please do not drink and drive)

Needless to say, you were holding up pretty well, despite the countless times you squeezed your thighs when Wooyoung’s hands slid too close to your cunt. It was still driving you crazy from how full you felt. Your plate was half cleared, because half of the time the feeling of how full your cunt is with Wooyoung’s cum made you want to just spread your legs and let his cum leak all over out of your pussy and onto your thighs and chair. Maybe you’d beg Wooyoung for forgiveness for letting his cum spill out of your poor pussy, and let Wooyoung breed you so full, over and over again until he was satisfied.

Fuck. It was driving you nuts. Alcohol was served during the dinner, and even without it, you felt your face flush.

Your thighs are still tightly pressed against each other from the feeling of his cum just ready to pour out of you if you made any sudden movements. It doesn’t help that Wooyoung has his eyes on you—watching you like a hawk. He’s good at keep his face neutral and poker, almost perfectly nonchalant as he takes a sip of water. You stand up, feeling your thighs shake slightly. Screw this. You decide to go to the kitchen for a breather. It’s the only reasonable place to escape to for now. Not mention, it was big as fuck anyway, no one would know if you hid in the balcony for a breath of fresh air.

Wooyoung casts you a side glance, deeply and sickeningly satisfied that you’re squirming because of him. But in all honesty, he plays the facade very well, because he knows, given any moment if he were to be stuck with you alone, god knows what the fuck he would do to you.

And when you’re missing for a few long minutes it’s when he decides to take the gamble. Nonetheless he was quite concerned that you’ve been missing in the kitchen for a while. Even your friend noticed.

“Where’s y/n?” She asks, swirling the wine glass in her hand, casting glances around the table when she finally realises that you’re missing.

Her brother is about to stand but Wooyoung is quick. He cuts his nephew off, taking his niece’s words cue to go off and find you. “I’ll go get her”, Wooyoung says coolly.

He plasters a smile at his nephew as he gently pushes him down back to his seat. “Enjoy the dinner. Your plate still looks pretty full.”

You hear footsteps approaching behind and your back immediately straightens, well, barely because you’re still feeling all over the place right now. You expect it to be your friend, but when you turn and your eyes land on Wooyoung with his loose polo shirt, a hand in his trousers and the other holding his wine glass. The sight is just making your face heat up even more.

“Are you doing okay?” He asks, joining you at the kitchen balcony. You can’t meet his eyes. You think you’d just combust if you did.

“Barely”, you reply, biting back another moan when you feel his cum about to seep past your folds again. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Wooyoung.

Wooyoung is insanely horny but he isn’t stupid. At least, not yet, he thinks. He would gladly take you right here and then, but he knows he’d enjoy it even more if he had you confined within his walls instead of here. He’s also not in the mood to ruin a happy occasion and a family relationship. At least, not yet.

“A little longer, darling”, he says, almost in a whisper. “Good girls get rewards.”

“Stop teasing me”, you pout, giving him a light slap on his shoulder. Wooyoung only laughs.

You glance at the glass he has in his hands. “Aren’t you driving? You shouldn’t drink too much.”

Wooyoung lifts the glass in his hand higher and tilts his head. “It’s my first glass for the night, and I’m not planning to down another.” He takes a step dangerously close to you. “Wouldn’t want to miss my plans with you later too. We’ll leave when I squeeze your thigh.”

Red flushes on your cheeks again, and you break eye contact, only for Wooyoung to shift your glance right back at him with a single flick of his wrist on your jaw.

“Uncle, what are you doing?” The voice snaps the trance the both of you were in. Your eyes dart to the intruder, who stands with crossed arms, staring daggers at the both of you.

Wooyoung doesn’t falter. He shoots his nephew a glance and slowly releases his fingers from your jaw and smiles curtly at his nephew.

“Just making sure she doesn’t throw up”, he replies, knowing that your eyes are widened and glaring daggers at Wooyoung. He turns back to you, amused by your expression before he messed your hair with his hands. “Let’s go”, he gestures to the both of you. He doesn’t miss his nephew furrowing his eyebrows, so he plays it off by messing his hair up to, and your friend’s brother running off after his uncle, berating him about messing his hair that he took hours to style. You release an exhale. You’re in the clear, at least for now.

It’s not evident to the rest of the dinner table except you, that Wooyoung is getting irritated by the way your friend’s brother keeps trying to get your attention, and that only makes you friend satisfied, as she only eggs him on to openly flirt with you.

Throughout the dinner, Wooyoung keeps topping up the other male’s wine, and he observes the way his nephew progressively gets more tipsy, encouraging him to have more since he was back in the country.

Midway through the conversations, you feel a gentle squeeze on your thigh. You glance over at Wooyoung who’s laughing at something his brother is saying. His hand trails higher up your thigh.

“I think I’ll take my leave now”, you say, slowly standing up. “Thank you for the dinner.” You walk over to your friend who gives you a tight hug.

“How are you going home? By cab? I’d ask my brother to send you home but Uncle Wooyoung made him drink quite a bit.”

Before you answer, Wooyoung cuts in, “I can send her back safely.”

Your friend’s father raises an eyebrow. “You sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?”

Wooyoung shakes his head with a smile. He goes over and gives his niece a hug before he hand hovers over the small of your back, as he leads you out of the estate.

The car ride back felt agonisingly slow. The anticipation was just surging through your veins, and evidently leaked into the atmosphere in the car with Wooyoung. Wooyoung still keeps his soft and light tone when he talks to you in the car, but it’s obvious he’s at his limit, especially from the way he’s gripping the steering wheel with force.

The moment you step in his penthouse, his fingers intertwine with yours, and your jaw drops at how fucking huge his place is for a singular person to reside in. His hand is warm against yours and you wonder what he’s thinking.

He leads you to his bedroom, and when the door shuts, Wooyoung immediately has you pressed against the shut door, trapping you with his body as he tilts your chin to face him.

“Fucking hell. I think I’ve waited long enough”, he hisses before he dives in for a messy kiss. You let yourself be claimed by him, raising your arms to let Wooyoung pull your clothing off your body, letting him admire at your bare chest. You feel like you’re at your limit from the way Wooyoung is teasing you—his hands tugging your pants off, but he doesn’t touch you there just yet. But he leads you over to his bed, letting you fall onto his plush bed.

“Look at your panties. Ruined by yours truly,” Wooyoung hums, tugging the piece of pink clothing, completely stained dark with cum and fluids, now almost transparent. When your panties are finally removed, a drawn out whine echoes around the room, your head throws back, and Wooyoung watches in breathlessly as his cum leaks out of you, load by load, listening to you moan in relief.

“I’ve been good. Kept your cum in my pussy like a good girl”, you whine, tugging against your wet folds, thighs twitching as Wooyoung’s cum continues to spill out of your hole. Wooyoung plunges two fingers into you, pushing his cum back into your pussy, and it makes you flex your abdomen from the pleasure.

He smiles.

“Indeed you have, darling. So well-behaved”, he hums, as his hand brushes against your cheek, swallowing hard when you lean your face into it, staring at him with kitten eyes.

He’s so fucking weak for that. So he pushes his fingers deeper in you, drinking every single fucked out expression you wear. Oh god, he wants to break you so bad. Wooyoung’s fingers press against your g-spot, and your hands clasp onto his veiny, muscled arm, as you jerk with a gasp. Wooyoung tilts his head back slightly, and he wears a smirk when he feels you clench around his fingers.

Then he curls his fingers in you as he finger fucks you, making sure he draws out every dirty moan out of you.

“Wooyoung! Oh fuck. Right there”, your hands slip off his arm, back now completely on his bed letting yourself succumb to the pleasure.

“I know, baby. Feels good doesn’t it?” Wooyoung coos, watching your body jerk from the pleasure. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers too”, he teases. And he’s right—you don’t realise when you even let your hips snap against his wet fingers, but at this point, shame is the last thing you’re worrying about.

The feeling builds so dangerously quick that soon enough, you completely let go, letting your jaw hang open as your orgasm hits, your cunt fluttering and your mind flooded with dopamine as moans leak out of your mouth freely like your cum.

“That’s it”, he encourages, applying light pressure on your clit with his thumb, feeling you convulse around him. “Good girl. Cum on my fingers like that. Dirty them for me just like that.” Your eyes are shut, your mind completely turned into mush.

Wooyoung pulls his fingers out of you slowly, watching the way your eyes slowly open as you catch your breath. At that moment is when you catch the way Wooyoung is eyeing you down, licking your glistening release from his fingers.

“Fuck me, darling. If I had known you tasted this good, I would have stolen the panties you keep in your little friend’s room when I came over for dinners”, Wooyoung sighs.

“Pervert”, you mutter, although the thought of him rubbing his cock onto the fabric, making it as wet and as dirty as possible, and leaving his cum stains all over your pretty little panties makes your cunt flutter.

“No better than you are, darling”, he shoots you back playfully when he watches your cheeks turn red, as he inches closer to you onto his bed, capturing your lips with his.

And you completely surrender to him, melting into the kiss that tasted more than just desire and lust. Wooyoung’s hands slide to the back of your neck to pull you as physically close to him as possible.

You pull back, breathless a few seconds later, a small prick blooming in your heart as the reminder that this man is your friend’s uncle sticking out like sore thumb at the back of your hand. You knew it was wrong to do this to your friend. What would happen if she found out then? What kind of repercussions would there be? Wooyoung senses the slight shift, and has his hands cup your cheek, and your eyes focus on his handsome face again.

“What are you distracted about, darling?” He asks, concern reflected in his expression. “Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head instinctively. “It’s just.…”

“-that I’m your friend’s relative?”

You bite your lip.

“But we’re both consenting adults, aren’t we? I can’t help it if every time I see you, I just want to make sure that you’re only looking at me.”

Oh gods, he was making your head spin.

“It’s just that it’s making me have a lot of thoughts”, you mutter, your hands toying with the bedsheets. Wooyoung plants a firm kiss behind your ear, before he leans into you and whispers, “then I’ll fuck the thoughts right out of you darling”, Wooyoung assures with smile, then he turns you over, now your stomach on the mattress. You hear him unbuckle his trousers, and your heart beats in your ears.

“I’ll take good care of you. I can definitely promise that”, he assures, letting his hands run down your sides, leaving goosebumps across your skin. He gives the nape of your neck a kiss before you feel his very hard erection pressing against the curve of your ass. You can’t see it but his cock is just wet with precum, but you hear the sounds he makes as he strokes himself before he presses his cockhead at your entrance.

Then he slides his cock in, inch by inch, so fucking good that you’re gasping and drooling. His cock fits in you so well, and even though he fucked you just hours before, he feels so different now.

“You’re so fucking thick. Fuck”, you curse, your eyebrows scrunched. Wooyoung chuckles behind you, trying to hold his composure as he watches your pussy stretch perfectly to accommodate him, as he sinks deeper into you. It doesn’t take long till he’s completely in you, and you’re drawing shallow breaths from how full you feel, his cock just resting in you.

“Gonna move now, darling”, he says, giving your ass a soft squeeze before he pulls back and thrusts in again, and a squeal leaves your lips. He’s definitely fucking every single thought out of you tonight, and you weren’t about to complain.

Every time his hips slam into you, you grow slightly light headed from the pleasure. Wooyoung has his hands grabbing your hips as he fucks you into the mattress, groaning himself as he watches you fuck his cock. “Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, baby”, he groans, watching you swallow his cock in once more.

“So good. Keep fucking me like that, Wooyoungie”, you cry, feeling his cock grow bigger in you.

“That’s a cute nickname you’re giving me”, he smirks, biting back another moan when he feels you clench around him again. “I swear you’re gonna make me cum at this rate with how cute you’re acting.”

“Then do it. You promised me right?” You pout, and then jerk with your eyes rolled back when his cockhead presses onto your g-spot again. Wooyoung swears you could drive him insane just with the shit you say.

His cock twitches in you and another soft moan escapes from you.

“I’m cumming, baby. Fuck”, Wooyoung curses as he forcefully shuts his eyes, white spots splattering beneath his eyelids and cum filling you up again. You whimper softly as he fills you up, fisting the bedsheets beneath you as your body shakes. You could get addicted to this, you swear.

You almost lose feeling in your lower body, but Wooyoung catches you, littering your neck with more kisses once more before he sits you on his lap.

That’s when you realise—he’s still fucking hard. His cock is still covered in a sheer white layer of cum. His hands slide up and down your thighs, giving them squeezes.

“Sit on my dick, baby. You know you want to”, he coaxes, assisting you in lifting your hips over his cock. You’re completely entranced by Wooyoung’s expression and you slowly sink onto his cock—he looks as fucked out as you are, and so fucking beautiful. He sucks his teeth at the sensation of being deeper into your warm, cum-filled pussy.

“One more load to go, baby”, Wooyoung hums as he cups your breasts, giving them circular licks with his tongue, making your cunt leak another layer of fresh slick once more. Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging against his hair as he licks and sucks your nipples.

“Wooyoung, please-“ you cry out, only to be ignored as he switches to the other nipple, making sure he stimulates you to his liking. He finally pulls back, licking his lips. His eyes are glazed out, fucking horny from the feeling that he’s seated inside you, sensitive and overstimulated.

And when you start bouncing on his cock, his jaw slacks, his fingers finding yours to intertwine with. “So fucking good. You’re so warm baby. Oh my fucking god”, he groans, squeezing your hand. This position granted easier access to your g-spot and Wooyoung watches you wordlessly as you chase the feeling of his cockhead hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

“Gonna cum. Your cock feels so good, Wooyoungie,” you whimper, at one point pushing your hips down and slightly grinding to have his cockhead just rub against your g-spot, which evidently drives Wooyoung up the wall when he throws his head back and lifts his hips by instinct.

When he barely gains an ounce of rationale, he moans, “cum all over my cock, baby. Oh fuck. Such a good fucking girl you are for me.” And you do, clamping against his cock as your orgasm hits you for the second time, with Wooyoung holding your thighs down, watching you squirm and twitch as your orgasm sends you into a fucking orbit. Wooyoung can’t help but cum in you once more when the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him, which causes you to squeal and lift yourself off his cock, cum and fluids just trickling out of your abused hole and onto Wooyoung’s cock.

You don’t have time to react before Wooyoung cups you by your jaw and brings you in for a steamy kiss again, his hand snaking around your ass to give it a good squeeze before he lets go.

His eyes are as blown out as yours are, but he still manages to ask, “you doing good, darling?”

You nod, combing his wet bangs back, the both of you catching your breaths from your high.

“Time for a shower, baby”, Wooyoung says, lifting you off him completely, before he takes your hand in his to lead you to the bathroom.

Wooyoung’s arms are curled around your waist and he buries his nose into your neck, breathing deeply at the fact that you smell like his shampoo. It almost makes him horny again. Almost.

The thought of your friend and her brother pops into your brain again, but gets muddled when you hear Wooyoung groan softly before he gets pulled into slumber.

Well, that’ll be a problem for another day when Wooyoung comes around to your friend’s house. But you make a mental note to keep more pretty panties over for Wooyoung to steal the next round.

[cameronslilypad]

find me through my dealer - part one

rafe cameron x reader

summary: you and rafe have been in the same friend group for a while now, so you could be considered close, when he finds out you have a dealer who isn't him he demands you cut them off and use him instead. you both work out an arrangement you get 'discounts' and in return do him 'favors' (but are they really favors if the both of you enjoy it a little too much?) because that's what friends are for right? friends?

music blasting in your ears, arms wrapped around your best friend becca. both screaming along to the song lyrics moving your bodies against each other, you realise your starting to feel a little buzz from the alcohol you’ve consumed as you go to take another sip of your drink but your cup is empty.

“i’m going to get another drink, you need one?” you yell right into beccas ear so she can hear you over all this noise. she gives a simple nod of her head and passes you her cup.

you weave your way through the few bodies that were blocking your way to get into the kitchen and immediately go to fill both yours and beccas cup up with vodka red bull. as you turn around you notice rafe, and kelce who you give a nod to, in response rafe holds up a perfectly rolled blunt.

perfect! is the first word that comes to your brain. you hold up a finger at him telling him to wait, in which he furrows his eyebrows in question, you hold up the two cups in your hand because there’s no way your letting becca miss out on this little smoke sesh. to this rafe just nods and waits.

you walk a little way into the living room which is currently a makeshift dance floor, becca has already met your eye. you tuck one of the cups in your elbow and put your pointer and middle finger to your lips trying to hint at her, which she immediately caught onto. little addict. she makes her way to you, takes her drink and interlocks arms to not drift from one another.

“alright let’s go” kelce says in excitement, rubbing his hands together as rafe leads you all up through his room to his balcony.

rafe lights up, rollers privilege and all that, as you all settle in the chairs scattered around a glass table. it’s comfortable silence for the most part, listening to the soft sound of the music, letting the fumes enter your lungs and giving you head that buzz that you love. a calm, enjoyable time. that is until topper bursts through the door.

“get your asses downstairs, beer pong time” he’s swaying and slurring as he talks. he’s clearly had a bit too much too quickly, the party’s still in full swing.

“i knew you’d be up here but WITHOUT ME!” he mocks being offended, giggles to himself and stumbles so he’s holding onto beccas chair for stability.

“come on then i’ll play” becca stated standing up and wrapping her arm around toppers waist to stabilise him, this worked for a split second before he started leaning the other way. they would’ve fallen straight to the floor is kelce didn’t have the reflex to get up and help his friend stand. becca looks at you in question.

“i’m not letting this weed to go waste, i’ll come play in a bit” you say in a half apology, as it seems she’s going to have to look after topper but by the time they get downstairs all three will be too focused on beer pong to remember how far gone topper actually is.

“yeah we’ll just chill here for like 10 then come and beat ur asses” rafe chuckles to himself as topper rolls his eyes and tries to begin to argue but kelce starts walking dragging both topper and becca with him.

to your lack of knowledge, during the interaction the joint had gone out and rafe placed it in the ashtray waiting to light it up again.

“pretty privilege” he says as he picks up the joint, puts it between your lips and lights it. you take a long inhale and blow the smoke in his face.

“what do you mean pretty privilege?” you ask while letting out a light chuckle

“your pretty so i let you have it first” he explains, watching as you take another few shorter puffs and then pass it on to him.

“why thank you” you say in a mock posh accent as you take a sip of your drink, in response he lets out a deep throaty laugh.

damn, why did that make my insides flutter

“your shit is good. like the stuff i get is good, but yours is always gooood” you say as this fuzzy, flutter feeling must just be the weed. or that’s what you’re going to tell yourself to excuse that feeling.

“what do you mean the stuff you get?” rafe asks, sounding genuinely confused which makes you feel even more confused then he sounded.

you pluck the joint from his lips and take a hit. “the stuff i buy” you state like this is common knowledge, which in your opinion it is.

“you have a dealer?” rafe looks annoyed, outraged almost.

“umm yeah” is he really that fucked?

“elaborate.” he says, a sharp undertone in his stare and his tone of voice.

“i smoke like everyday, and occasionally get something stronger. you know this. how did you think i was getting it this whole time?” you question, letting out a few genuine giggles at the fact he’s known about the drugs you take, but assumed they just magically appeared next to you.

his eyes soften a little “hm, i don’t know i guess i never thought about it like that before. i don’t like it” he takes a deep breath, you pass him the joint incredibly confused about what he’s going on about.

you take a large swig of your drink, the dry mouth due to the weed finally catching up to you. “elaborate.” you say with a little smirk to which he rolls his eyes, but his smile and his dimples are prominent.

rafe stubs the joint out in the ashtray, then turns to you a serious look on his face which concerns you. “you don’t know if what they’re giving you is genuine, they could lace you. you would probably be the exact type of person they’d try that shit on” he rambles eyebrows furrowed together, looking down a bit like he couldn’t stand that thought.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean” you scoffed, who does he think he is saying this insulting shit to you?

“no, no, no” rafe sighs realizing it came across wrong “you’re pretty and shit, they could lace you and try and get with you and all that disgusting bull. all i’m saying is that i’m literally a dealer, why not come to me?” he searches your eyes for an answer.

“i don’t know i guess i didn’t really think about it like that” you start playing with your nails, for some reason feeling like he’s disappointed even though he has no right to be. this is your life you can do what you want.

“hey look at me, its okay” his hand cups your jaw and caresses your cheek once with his thumb so you look at him. it seems as something in him snaps had he quickly removes his hand from your face. “all i’m saying or asking is that i be your dealer” you nod, you don’t mind. you think you’ll prefer this, at least you won’t feel awkward having to pick up, which had happened a few times.

“your only dealer” he clarifies.

“mkay” you softly say and hold your pinky out to him, which he interlocks with his own.

“lock it then” you roll your eyes as your thumb is up and he’s making no effort to touch thumbs. he complies with a slight smirk and a laugh.

you disconnect your hands and stand up out of the chair, picking your cup as you do so. rafe follows suit, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

“right time to go win some beer pong?” he questions looking down at you with a knowing smile.

part two

[atlasnessie]

wings of the devil — mini series

SYNOPSIS — with a series of strange events, you find yourself sharing an apartment (your apartment room …) with an injured demon who just so happens to crash right on your balcony.

OSAMU DAZAI IS AN ENIGMA OF A MAN.

er — demon.

ever since the day he crashed onto your balcony, midnight feathered wings engulfing his whole being and blood dripping down from his fingertips. ever since day one, you never knew much of him. the only things you knew about the stranger were his goal of getting back to the underworld, the attempts of taking your soul, and his odd interest in a double suicide, despite already being dead.

though, even with the passing of five months, you only ever knew bits and pieces of his life. he was a demon with demon tendencies. his claws were sharp, hooking onto things on accident now and then. his wings were large, covering half of your large bedroom. he likes crab, preferring the ones on earth rather than the ones down below. you have grown accustomed to the mess of your apartment, though. feathers as dark as the night sky resting everywhere the demon walks. dazai’s usual tendency to charm you, and how empty your kitchen fridge has been feeling everyday. living with a demon, something you never would’ve thought would happen to you, had become your life style.

“heyy, can you get more food ? preferably some raw meat ..” dazai whined, his head stuck in the fridge as his tail whips around, hitting some chairs and moving them around. with a hand on his hips, dazai straightens his back from bending down, closing the fridge door and looking around the small apartment for you.

“human, your demon is hungry ..!!” he shouted again, opening the fridge once more as if something to eat would magically be spawned in front of him. the demons brows furrowed, groaning and closing the door again. dragging himself to the couch, dazai huffed and laid himself down, feet sticking up on the arm rest and his wings splayed out with a quick messy flap. and suddenly, his sharp ears pick something up. the slow walking of your feet made dazai’s head stick up, eyes wide as he watched you grumble to yourself, car keys in your fingers and wallet in your hand, dressed in whatever you wore the other day.

“i was planning to not do anything today …”

“human !! you can’t just leave me to starve. that would be terrible. who would entertain you on your boring days ?” dazai rolls around on the couch with a lazy pout, his arms reaching out for you in a pleading manner.

“you’re such a pig, you know that ? my fridge was fine and full a week ago.” walking towards the door, you sighed and slipped on your shoes, rubbing your eyes to waken yourself more. just as you open them again, you are face to face with dazai (who had to crouch down to see you eye level). his long claws poke at your cheeks, a sly, almost daunting smile rests on his face.

“i know you love me ~ c’mon, just admit it !! you’re head over heels for me — ah, hey, dont close the door on me !!”

with a swift exit, you startthe car with your keys. from the corner of your eyes, you could see dazai cracking open the door and sticking his head out, a small pout on his face.

“… what do you want ?”

“could you pleasee,” the demon started, extending the vowel more than necessary, “get me a chicken ? not those, ugh, disgusting wrapped meat ones, but a real chicken ?”

“no.”

[lalacliffthorne]

a loud party, a midnight ride and Azriel in neon lights.

(omggggg I caaaan't. 😭💓 this - just this. everything about this makes my lil heart go wee. also this is pre them beginning to date so - get ready for all the pining)

I could feel the bass in the floor even before I opened the front door.

Wincing lightly when I was met with the blaring sound of music and loud laughter, I slowly pushed into the flat.

There were people standing in the hall, some couples making out against the wall, others pushing into the kitchen. I barely dodged a tall dude walking backwards, talking loudly, and feeling something tighten under my ribs, I couldn´t keep the scowl off my face as I glowered after him.

Closing the front door behind me, I kicked off my sneakers, staring at the mess that usually was the coat rack with a deadpan stare.

I loved these guys, but why did they have to be so - annoyingly social?

Especially when I wasn´t feeling anything even close.

At least Rhys had warned me with a text.

I could hear Cassian's booming laugh from the living room, easily travelling over the bass and the noise, and even though the sound, as usual, made my lips twitch, it couldn´t melt the gentle weight on my chest.

Squeezing my jacket onto the coat rack and feeling a small frustrated sound break from my throat, I turned, quickly pressing myself against the wall to avoid having a drink sloshed over me. Glaring at the girl's back, I hesitated, the heavy thrum in my chest screaming for hot chocolate and ice cream, but as I stared at the full kitchen, it quickly dimmed.

Turning, I started to trudge towards my room. I halted in the door to the living room, my eyes gliding over the people crowded around, the balcony doors open, air thick and stale. Cassian was sprawled on the couch, talking with some guys from the gym I knew just from passing, a girl sitting under his arm, her hand dangerously high up on his thigh, while Rhys flirted with a dude over at the window, his grin causing his dimples to flash.

Huffing and rolling my eyes with a soft grumble, I turned around.

A couple was making out right next to my bedroom door. Looking at them for a second with a deadpan expression, I blinked before shaking my head, stretching to pluck the key from one of the picture frames where Cass always hid it when I wasn´t around to lock my room for an impromptu party.

Sliding into my room, I quickly shut the door beside me and turned the key, the noise now slightly muffled. Slowly breathing out, I leaned my head against the wall for a second. That little weight on my chest pulsed gently, and turning around, I flicked on the fairylights wrapped over the shelves and began peeling myself out of my clothes.

Carelessly kicking my pants to the side, I slipped into the hoodie hanging over the side of my chair, the warm scent rising into my nose causing my heart to miss a beat. I crunched my nose and soundlessly scolded myself, trudging over to my bed and dragging the blankets to the side before crawling onto the mattress.

The sky slowly turned darker and darker outside my windows until it was pitch black, a few single stars making it past the glow of the city, twinkling in the deep night as I curled up under my blanket, my noise cancelling headphones blocking out the commotion of the party, my bedframe vibrating lightly with the beat as I buried my nose in a pillow and felt the gentle weight on my chest press onto my throat.

The clock on my phone showed past eleven pm when it lit up with a text. I crunched my brows softly and picked it up, and suddenly, my heart fluttered into my throat at the name flashing over the screen.

Azriel.

are you home?

I hesitated, but before I could even open the message, another appeared on the screen.

come on, love, don't leave me hanging

Cass is singing and my ears are bleeding

My breath hitched in my throat, something rising in my chest, and I looked up towards the door, hesitating before pushing the blankets to the side. Pulling my headphones off, I climbed off the mattress. With the buffer gone, I could hear the noise of the party, only slightly muffled by the door – and a knock, followed by a deep voice, floating through the door like its owner had leaned his head against the wood as he softly called my name.

“C’mon, love, open up.”

My breath caught in my throat at the way Azriel gently mumbled the words like he didn’t want anyone listening in, like maybe he thought I wasn’t listening either.

My heart thrummed against my ribs as I shuffled over the carpet towards the door, something bubbling in my chest, chasing away the heavy feeling for just a little second. Then I unlocked the door and carefully pulled it open, and my eyes met amber ones.

Something dipped in my chest, and I held my breath.

Azriel blinked, and his eyes dragged over his face as he slowly, slightly raised his head. One corner of his lips started to curve softly, and my heart suddenly thrummed against my ribs as my gaze darted over his tall frame leaning against the doorframe, his shoulder propped against the wood, blocking the view of the hall, blocking out everything as he stared down at me. He was wearing his armored jacket over a hoodie, his cologne was rising into my nose and he was so close, I could feel his breath grazing on my forehead, could count the golden specks in his eyes as they moved over my face.

I blinked, then I crunched my brows softly. "I don't hear any singing."

Azriel's lips quirked. "He's still getting ready. Just wanted to get a head start."

I huffed, but somehow, a soft grin managed to fight it's way onto my face.

Azriel's gaze slowly dragged over my face. Then he blinked.

“You okay?” His low, deep voice trickled down my spine, soft and steady, and I hesitated, feeling the gentle weight pulse in my chest.

There was a loud laugh somewhere down the hall and I nearly jumped; my eyes darting towards the noise for a second, and a deep breath loosened from my throat.

"Just - one of those days." I looked up at Azriel again with a soft, crooked smile as I leaned my temple against the doorframe, almost wincing when people cheered in the living room.

Azriel's eyes flickered over my face, golden specks in his iris shifting. Then one corner of his lips slowly curved upwards.

"C'mon." He pushed off the doorframe, towering over me, his eyes flickering over my face, iris beginning to twinkle softly. "I'll take you for a ride."

I stared up at him as something rose under my ribs, and my throat thickened a little. Then I breathed a smile.

"Thank you."

Azriel's eyes dragged over my face, and his lips curved softly in a small smirk, causing a crease to form in his cheek.

"You should put on some pants though."

A minute later, I slipped out into the hall, wearing a pair of black leggings I had changed into, and Azriel pushed off the wall, his chest brushing against my back as he started to follow me towards the door. People moved out of my way, backing away, and I felt something hop in my chest in confusion until I threw a quick look over my shoulder and found Azriel's eyes directed over my head, deep, dark, piercing, making people shrink back and out of my way.

My heart rose into my throat, and I quickly turned back ahead before the pressure in my chest could flow into my eyes.

At the coat rack, Azriel reached over my head, pulling two helmets from the top shelf, and I slipped into my sneakers before pulling my armored jacket out of the heap of clothes. Sliding into the sleeves, I took the helmet Azriel handed me, then I slipped past him when he opened the front door.

Cool night air hit my face when a few seconds later, I dragged open the door to the street, causing me to breathe in deeply and close my eyes for a second. The gentle weight on my chest seemed to lift a little, then something brushed against my shoulder, and when I opened my eyes again, Azriel moved past me and stepped onto the sidewalk, sliding his helmet over his head.

Breathing out, I followed after him towards his motorcycle parked behind Cassian's truck. Tugging my helmet over my head and turning on the comms, I zipped up my jacket. Then I raised my head, and Azriel swung a leg over the seat, sitting down, the visor of his helmet flashing in the light of the streetlamps when he looked towards me and lightly nudged his head in a soft gesture to come closer.

Stepping towards him, I felt my breath hitch in my throat when Azriel reached out, his warm, rough hands brushing against my neck. Carefully, he straightened the hood of my sweatshirt before gently tapping my throat.

"C'mon." His deep voice echoed through me from the comms, and feeling my heart do somersaults at the way his golden eyes dragged over my face, I slipped into my gloves. Azriel started the bike, then he looked back at me over his shoulder, and I slid my visor down before taking his offered hand, climbing onto the bike behind him. The seat vibrated under me, and sliding forward, I wrapped my arms around Azriel's middle.

Reaching back to lightly pat the side of my knee, Azriel slid down his visor. Then he looked over his shoulder and pushed off the ground, the bike rolling out onto the street before picking up speed.

By the time we were out of the side streets, the weight on my chest slowly began to lift away, disappearing into the dark night sky as I slid my arms tighter around Azriel's waist, my body following his movements as he weaved past the few cars still on the move. Streetlights dipped the city in a golden light, mixing with the lamps shining in windows and lit shop fronts and signs as the cool wind snuck through the material of my leggings and caused my skin to tingle.

Slowly, something started to flutter gently against my ribs, and I let my head sink against Azriel's shoulder, staring at the quick passing lights. The streets were almost empty, and Azriel accelerated, the noise of the engine and the rumble of the bike the only things on my mind, along with the feeling of Azriel's body, tall and solid, keeping mine upright and steady.

At a stoplight, he reached back, his gloved hand sliding into the crook of my knee and squeezing.

"You okay?" His deep voice vibrated through me, and I nodded against his shoulder, tightening my grip around him.

Azriel turned his head to look back at me, and I swore I could feel his gaze flicker over my face even through the visor.

For a second, he seemed to hesitate. Then Az dipped his head forward a little, and my heart caught in my throat when his helmet rested against mine for a moment.

The light turned green, and Azriel pulled back before turned around, his hand sliding away from my knee, my skin tingling where it had curved around my knee.

I didn't know how long we curved through the streets, but my legs were cold and a little stiff when Azriel slowed the bike. Feeling my brows crunch in soft confusion, I looked over my shoulder when he rolled off the street and onto a parking spot next to the sidewalk.

"Everything okay?" I slowly slid his arms away from him, sitting up and wincing slightly when my back and bum protested. Then my gaze got caught on the lit up front of a diner a bit down the road, and my stomach grumbled softly.

Azriel pulled off his helmet, his hair tousled as he looked back at me, eyes twinkling golden in the light of the lanterns, and I slowly started to smile beamingly.

The bell over the door rang when about a minute later, Azriel pulled it open, and I breathed in deeply the scent of food and coffee, warmth hitting my face when I slipped past him.

The diner was busy for a little past midnight; there were a few small groups of people that seemed our age, a table full of teenagers and some older men at the counter.

Something brushed against my back, then Azriel appeared behind me, towering over me, his hand sliding up my back to gently nudge me towards one of the booths at the window.

Sliding onto the leather bench, I placed my helmet and gloves next to me before shimmying out of my jacket. Then I raised my head, and something fluttered under my ribs as my gaze settled on Azriel, dark strands of hair curving over his forehead as he slid off his gloves and placed them on the table. His shoulders shifted under his hoodie, the golden specks in his eyes twinkling as they moved away from the window to meet mine, and my heart missed a beat.

"Hi!"

The chipper voice of the waitress made me quickly tear my eyes away from Azriel's, heat rising into my cheeks as I looked up at her, but the girl didn't seem to notice my slow reaction as she beamed at Azriel. I blinked, feeling a soft huff build in throat as my lips twitched, then my gaze darted back towards Azriel - only to find his eyes still resting on my face, the shadow of a crease in his cheek as his gaze tracked over the blush in my cheeks.

Heat washed over me, and I blinked, somehow forcing my gaze away from his to look back up at the waitress, sending her a quick smile. "Hi."

The girl seemed to realise Azriel wasn't looking at her, because she turned towards me, her smile dimming a little but still friendly when she raised her brows. "What can I get you?"

Browsing over the menu quickly, I rattled down the order of a piece of chocolate cake, fries and a hot cocoa before allowing my gaze to stray back towards Azriel. He blinked, then he looked up at the waitress that blushed under the weight of his gaze.

"Coffee,", he said simply, his deep voice steady. The girl beamed and nodded.

She was about to turn when her eyes caught onto something, and I could see her smile slip for a second, her eyes widening. Then she hastily turned around.

Feeling my brows crunch in confusion, I turned my gaze back towards Azriel. But my question got stuck in my throat.

His body had grown completely still. A muscle in his jaw twitched, tension vibrating through his shoulders - and his eyes, dark and distant, stared down.

Following his gaze, I felt something drop in my chest, and suddenly, my heart ached.

Azriel's gaze was piercing his hands, the scars shifting when he flexed his fingers, tightening them into fists before forcing them apart.

Az blinked, then he straightened, like he was preparing to slide his hands into his pockets, or grab his gloves to put them on again - and before I could think; without even wanting or needing to, I reached out, my fingers sliding over his.

Azriel froze. Went completely still in place, like maybe, he was even holding his breath. His fingers twitched under mine like everything in him was screaming to pull away, and for a second, I expected him to follow the order. But then his hands went limp, and his gaze dragged over my hands, visibly smaller than his as they curled around his fingers.

Azriel's jaw worked. Then he raised his head, and my heart caught in my throat.

Az blinked, and his iris shifted, his eyes growing deep and heated, almost feverish as they pierced my face like he was drinking me in, hard, desperate. His throat worked harshly and his shoulders tightened under his hoodie. Then a muscle in his jaw shifted, and Azriel turned his hands, his fingers linking with mine so tightly, it felt like he was afraid I could pull away.

Something rose under my ribs, an ache spreading through my chest, and I swallowed, fighting against the pressure behind my eyes as I stared at him, my heart beating violently as for a second, my whole body screamed at me to get up and slide onto the bench next to him to draw him into my body, hold him until the way he had stared at his hands like they belonged to a monster was gone, nothing but a memory.

Instead, I wove my fingers through Azriel's, brushing my thumb over his knuckles, following the lines of marred skin, and Azriel blinked, his gaze following the movement of my finger like he'd been starving for it as his body melted into the seat, his shoulders sagging.

My fingers stayed firmly linked with his even as the waitress returned, red spreading over her cheeks as she hastily placed cups and plates on the table. But Azriel didn't even spare her a glance, his eyes piercing mine, deep, golden specks shifting in a slow, feverish twinkle.

Eventually, I carefully slipped my hands out of Azriel's, his grip loosening slowly like he was just as hesitant to let go of me like I was to pull away. Sliding the plates into the middle of the table between us, I picked up my mug and breathed in the scent of hot chocolate, and warmth bloomed in my chest when over the rim of the cup, my eyes found Azriel's.

We shared the fries and the cake, the tightness in my chest slowly washing away as I tried to wrestle my fork past Azriel's, giggles breaking from my throat, causing his lips to curve. Outside, the city was dark, the lamps the same warm amber light as Azriel's eyes that rarely strayed from my face.

It was past one am when I stepped out into the cold air, shivering softly as I breathed in and tipped my head back to look up at the sky. I felt Azriel's shoulder brush against mine as he followed me out onto the street, and we turned, beginning to walk back to his bike, the city silent except for the occasional sound of car moving past. Closing my eyes for a second, I inhaled, the crisp air filling my lungs.

The back of Azriel's hand grazed mine, and my heart rose into my throat as my eyes snapped open.

At the edge of my vision, I saw Azriel look down at me. His gaze dragged over my face, and I thought I saw his throat work. Then his fingers brushed against mine again, and his index finger carefully slid into the space next to mine.

My breath faltered and my heart ceased beating, and Azriel gently hooked our fingers together.

Fighting to inhale, I stared ahead, the cold suddenly gone and replaced by shivering tingles running over my whole body.

Azriel slowed down until he came to a halt next to his bike, and my fingers nearly slipped from his when I turned to face him, but his grip tightened. My heart nearly leapt in my throat as I looked up at him, desperately trying to avoid the urge to swallow.

Azriel was so close that I could see the pink and purple lights of the shop windows next to us reflected in his eyes. The scent of his cologne was rising into my nose and making me dizzy.

Azriel's gaze flickered over my face, and slowly, one corner of his lips tipped upwards, just so.

For a second, he looked like he was hesitating. Then Az reached up with his free hand, his warm, rough fingers brushing a strand of hair out of my face. My head spun as they grazed my cheek before dropping, and my breath caught when his index finger slipped under my chin. His chest brushed against mine, and I was suddenly aware of every part of me, every part of him and the way his breath grazed my skin as Azriel's finger carefully tipped up my chin.

Azriel's gaze flickered over mine before sinking lower, and my breath caught in my throat when he slowly dipped his head.

My heart rose before stilling, and my eyes fluttered shut. My hands reached out to dig into Azriel's sides, and I could feel myself tremble as his breath grazed my lips -

Somewhere behind me, a car honked, short and sharp, and I jumped; Azriel's gaze darted up, and I sucked in a shuttering breath.

My eyes widened as I quickly let go of his sides, something thrumming violently against my ribs as I felt heat wash into my cheeks, because shit -

My gaze flickered up - and my heart dipped and fluttered.

The neon lights were throwing shadows under Azriel's cheekbones and jaw, his features like carved from marble as he stared over my head for another second, his hair dark and tousled and crease between his brows, and suddenly, my breath was hitching.

Too damn pretty.

Azriel blinked before looking down at me, and something in his eyes softened as his gaze flickered over my face. He looked hesitant for a second, but a small twinkle was building in his gaze as it dragged over mine. Then he blinked and reached out, his fingers brushing against my chin, thumb wiping over my cheek.

"C'mon." His deep voice sounded almost a little hoarse as it washed over me. "Let's see if the others have left the flat standing."

My heart dipped and tumbled, and a soft giggle broke from my throat even as I tried to keep my breathing under control.

Azriel's lips curved, and his eyes dragged over my face for another second. Then he turned, and I quickly sucked in a soundless breath, my eyes widening as something pounded violently against my ribs.

The flat was still standing when we got back. The hall seemed to be even fuller than when we had left, and I felt my heart flutter against my ribs when Azriel slowly closed the door behind us.

I hesitated and looked over my shoulder, my gaze flickering over his face. Trying to swallow against the thick knot around my throat, I felt my heart flutter violently against my ribs. Then I reached out and slid my hand into his, and as Azriel's gaze darted down, suddenly burning and feverish, I linked our fingers, his rough skin warm against mine.

Tugging, I started walking backwards, feeling one corner of my lips curving into a soft, cheeky smile as I pulled him with me, raising my brows.

"C'mon. My room is farthest away from the chaos."

Azriel breathed a huff, but his lips curved upwards, and feeling my heart thrumming against my ribs, I turned and slid past people, Azriel so close behind me, I could feel his breath on my hair as he followed, his thumb stroking softly over the back of my hand.

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @secretlyhers @knmendiola @luvmoo @azriels-mate2 @bookishbroadwaybish @maybe-a-winchester @stayinglow-exploringworlds @harrystylesfan2686 @icey--stars @ssmay123

[lomlhwa]

shut your mouth (k.sw)

pairing: brother's best friend!sunwoo x friend's little sister!reader

preview: you hate sunwoo. you have since you met him. you assumed he felt the same way because of his attitude towards you. so why is it that when you catch him jacking off, he's moaning your name?

tags/warnings: fem reader, slight voyeurism, big dick!sunwoo, so much dirty talk, borderline hate fucking, oral (m & f receiving), throat fucking, cum eating, throat and belly bulge kink, so much spit, degredation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, a handful of spanks, marking, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: the voyeurism isn't really consented but sunwoo makes it kinda obvious that he thought it was hot

wc: 2.5k

song recs for this fic: drippin by nct dream, autobahn by monsta x, monsta truck by monsta x, ego by the boyz

a/n: this is my current best attempt at aggressive-ish sex. uhhhh yeah this was an experience to write.

it’s 3am, your brother isn’t home. he knows his curfew is midnight, so where the hell is he? you’ve called his cell almost 6 times now. you’re starting to worry that he’s dead or something.

you decide to go and check his best friend’s house. sometimes he ignores his phone if him and sunwoo are gaming together for hours on end. sunwoo is honestly the person you hate most in this world, but if he’s the reason your brother isn’t answering then you’ll have to suck it up. 

you get up off the couch, throw a jacket and some shoes on and walk out the door. luckily, sunwoo lives within walking distance from the apartment you share with your brother. yes, it’s cold outside but that’s why you threw on a jacket. 

now, you didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas. your little sleep shorts and loose sleep shirt surely won’t be a problem for sunwoo or your brother. your legs are a little chilly but you’re almost there.

when you finally get to sunwoo’s apartment, having avoided using the buzzer after being let in by an older woman, you go to knock on his door. strangely, you find that his door is unlocked and slightly open. if you had knocked, the door would’ve flung open. 

you push open the door and walk in. you open your mouth to call out for the man you hate but something tells you to shut up and stay quiet. you take your shoes off and tiptoe further into the house. the lights are all off which gives his house an almost eerie feel, the moonlight being the only real illumination.

you peek into the kitchen, no one. you peek out onto the balcony, only a lawn chair is out there. you peek into the extra bedroom, empty. you check if the bathroom light is on, nope. no sign of your brother, or even sunwoo for that matter. 

no sign of sunwoo that is, up until you get close to his bedroom door. you hear what sounds like some shuffling and heavy breathing from behind the door. you see that it’s open a crack and there’s a lamp on, but you’re terrified to look inside. what if him and your older brother are fucking or something?

as your mind runs through a hundred and one possibilities, a sound breaks through the silence. it’s low, and you almost missed it. until it happens again.

“y/nnn fuck,” you hear sunwoo moan out. what he’s doing finally clicks in your head. he’s getting off to his imagination of you. 

for years, you swore up and down that you hated each other. he always glared at you, ignored you and usually would lock you out of his apartment. so why is it that he’s getting off to you of all people? 

before your brain could even make full sense of the situation, you find yourself peeking in through the door. you can see sunwoo with his left arm thrown over his eyes, his head thrown back and his right hand pumping himself. 

you almost gasp but manage to silently cover your mouth. he’s big. bigger than you anticipated. even despite the massive size of his hands, he can’t cover his entire length. his heavy breathing and low groans fill your ears. your thighs unconsciously clench together. 

you can feel the slick collecting in your underwear the longer you stand and stare at the man you’re supposed to despise. why does he have to look and sound so hot while he’s getting off?

just as your brain decides that it’s time to stop watching and just sneak back out, you hear every sound sunwoo was making come to a complete stop. you hear some shuffling and suddenly he’s standing in front of you. his hair sticks to his head due to sweating and it only adds to his over abundance of attractiveness.

“what the fuck are you doing here, little one?” he sneers at you. he looks you up and down, making you feel small. you open your mouth to respond snarkily but he shoves two fingers down your throat. 

“were you watching me get off the whole time? what a whore,” he shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag a little. you eyes water as you look up at him. he backs you up into his room, shutting the door with his foot. 

he manages to safely back you up all the way to his bed. with his fingers still lodged in your throat, he fully takes in your current attire. “no bra?” he slips a couple fingers from his other hand under the waistband of your shorts and smirks. “hm, no panties either.” 

his eyes trail from your core all the way back up to your eyes. “i’m gonna let you speak, but all you’re going to say is why you’re here,” he takes his two digits out and you cough a little at the loss of contact. 

“i came looking for my brother. i was gonna knock but your front door was open so i just kinda let myself in and found you, y’know, like that,” as soon as your sentence is done, his fingers are back in your mouth to shut you up. 

“your precious older brother is at a party. of course he wouldn’t have told you that because he knew he would miss his curfew,” he tells you. he slides his free hand under your shirt, grazing both your nipples. you choke out a soft whine at the sudden contact with sunwoo’s warm fingers. “his absence means i can have my way with you, right?” he says it like a question but you know he’s not really asking. 

he removes his long digits from your mouth again, only to spin you around so that your head is hanging off the side of the bed. “do you want this?” he asks, this time it’s a real question. he knew better than to just take you without asking first. you nod to the best of your abilities in your current position. 

he sheds his pants and boxers before throwing them in a corner. he stands in front of your face, his cock fully hard. he brushes the head with your lips, smearing his precum all over your face. you open your mouth and dart your tongue out to pass it over his slit. 

“remember to breathe, slut,” he says before plunging his length into your mouth. he pushes himself in until your throat convulses around him and you cough up spit that spills out of your mouth and onto your face. you close your eyes to avoid getting your own saliva in them. he can see the outline of his cock in your throat moving in and out.

he presses his hand onto your throat, feeling the bulge in your throat disappear and reappear. you rub your thighs together for some sort of satisfaction. you want to shove your hand into your shorts and get yourself off but you can kinda tell that that would piss him off.

so that’s what you do.

while he’s mesmerized by how well your slutty little throat is taking him, you get your hand into your pants and circle your clit with one of your fingers. the immediate relief washes over you and you moan around his length. 

he shoves himself farther into your throat to make you gag up more spit. you cough around him, your throat constricting and unrestricting around him. as he uses your mouth to get off, you’re slowly building up your own orgasm. 

however, when he realizes how close you’re getting based on how much your legs are shaking, he pulls your hand away. he holds your hands together over your chest. he laughs a deep, dark laugh. “the little slut can’t wait to be touched? do you just love me fucking your throat that much?” you whine as your only real response. 

he begins fucking your throat faster, his release building up quicker and quicker. you choke and gag around his merciless cock jamming down your throat. you do your best to keep your breathing at bay and keep calm.

“fuck, baby, gonna cum down that pretty little throat,” his hips come to a complete halt as he spills down your throat. you enclose your lips around him to suck him dry before obediently swallowing his release. 

he pulls out and admires your sweat and spit covered face. he moves you around so that your head is no longer on the side of the bed. he slides your shirt over your head and tosses it on the floor with his clothes.

he connects his mouth with your hardened buds, slobbering all over them. he leaves dark hickey’s in his wake. you cover your mouth with the back of one of your hands and tangle your fingers in sunwoo’s hair with the other. you fill his ears with needy whines and deep sighs. 

he finally pulls away from your chest and uses his strength to move you around again. face down, ass up. he pulls your sleep shorts off of you, nudging you to lift your knees. when he’s done stripping you, he comes face to face with your sopping core. 

he immediately dives into you, eating you out like a starved man. every so often, his nose bumps your entrance and you want to lose it. his tongue expertly circles your clit, lightly sucking on it, making your brain go haywire. 

you push your hips back to meet his mouth and he groans against you, sending chills down your spine. he dips his tongue into your hole, wiggling it around. your eyes roll into the back of your head. your arms collapse and you end up face first into his bed. 

“god, fuck, sunwoo i can’t take it,” your voice is raspy and breaks during your sentence. this only eggs him on to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. “you’ll take what i give you, won’t you?” he says, looming over you. you nod as fast as your neck will let you.

“come on, my little slut, cum for me,” the way he says it almost sounds like a beg. but he knows better than to beg. he’s in control of you, he doesn’t need to beg.

he plunges two fingers into your hold and makes a ‘come hither’ motion. that’s what does it for you. that’s what throws you over the edge. you’re hit with a brick wall of white, hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

you cum so hard that your leg thumps on the bed like a bunny. “sunwoo! fffuck!” you cry out. until now, you had never been so grateful for your brother not being around. he pulls away from your cunt, pressing soft kisses onto your clit. 

he gets on his knees behind you, positioning himself at your entrance. he pushes in, completely raw. he stays still inside you, admiring the way that your pussy just sucks him in so perfectly. he reaches around your waist to feel the bulge of his cock protruding in your abdomen. 

he retracts his hand and makes one small thrust. he proceeds to land a few hard spanks on your ass, one in particular leaving a prominent hand print. you push back against him, desperate for some sort of movement from him.

he grabs a handful of your hair into a ponytail, jerking your head back. your arms come back up to support your body weight after having given out earlier. “are you really so cock-drunk that you can’t be patient? pathetic,” he squeezes your face to get your mouth open before spitting into it. obediently, you swallow his spit. 

he sets a slow and steady pace, drawing completely out of you before slowly shoving back in. every time his sheathes himself to the hilt, he hits directly on the gummy spot inside you. it’s making your arms weak again. 

“please, sunwoo, faster,” you plead. he jerks your head back again before speeding his hips up. the sounds of skin slapping fill the room.

“y’know what i hate most about you?” he says, slapping your ass again. “i’ve always hated how fucking innocent you looked all the time. i’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met but you decided to take the hate path. i tried to do the same but you’re just so fuckable,” he’s rambling but you’re loving everything he’s saying. 

“you and your stupid skirts that barely cover your ass. your slutty crop tops that are pretty much bras,” he groans into your ear. “then you show up to my house in the middle of the night in tiny shorts and a shirt with no undergarments, watch me jack off and try to leave,” he lets go of your hair, trading it for pushing your head into the mattress. 

“you’re never getting away now,” he growls. his voice has gotten raspy and it sends tingles through you. “you’re mine,” his breathing picks up significantly. the way he’s so possessive of you makes your core throb in excitement.

“say it,” he demands. “say it and i’ll make you cum.” you nod, trying to form full sentences in your head. “i’m yours sunwoo, fuck. i’m all yours!” you cry out as he connects his mouth to your neck and a finger to your clit. 

“cum for me, whore. give me everything you’ve got,” the room is spinning. your entire body is on fire with every word to come out of his mouth. your pulsating around him as your orgasm builds and builds. 

“fuck, cumming! cumming fuck sunwoo. please cum inside me,” you cry out before you completely fall apart on his cock. he jabs your g-spot over and over while chasing his own high. you shake and tears fall from your eyes as he uses you. 

“please, please, please,” you fall into begging cries for him to finish inside you. you wiggle around, trying to get away. the overstimulation taking over your body. he wraps one arm around your waist to keep you from getting away.

he finally finishes, holding you close to him as you milk him. he places wet kisses on your ears and your neck before pulling out. he grabs some tissues and cleans up the escaping remnants of his release. 

he helps you lay down in his bed, exhaustion now taking you over. 

“i meant what i said. i’ve wanted you since we met,” he admits. you find this endearing and it also makes you feel bad for hating him. 

“then i guess you need to work to get me to feel the same,” you tease. he kisses you sweetly. it’s the first time he’s ever kissed you and it’s right after he fucked you like he hates you. honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“what are we gonna tell your brother?” he asks. before you can reply, your brother walks in. “you don’t gotta tell me shit. i knew this was gonna happen eventually. y/n, just please don’t get pregnant.” 

you laugh but he gives you a death glare. 

“don’t worry, man. i have no intention of knocking up your sister,” sunwoo says.

“....yet.”

© lomlhwa 2023

[solarrclxud]

HAPPY VALENTINES

pairing : multi x reader (wriothesley , neuvillette , childe , ,xiao )

genre: fluff

warnings : not proofread , the use of " my love"

a/n: well guess who just got revived from the dead ! (its me hello) ALSO ill be getting to my inbox soon! thank you for the requests while i was gone !

Wriothesley watched you dust a shelf that held his extravagant and excessive tea collection . You were muttering something about how he really needed to clean more often when he shifted his head off of his palm to grin . You squinted at him . " You're being suspicious" you prodded him. He shook his head and looked down to the work he was supposed to be doing as you resumed dusting , moving to the shelf below , only to see a tiny box behind the usual boxes of tea. With a slight frown you attempted to move it to the front . As you put it down , something rattled within and u heard wriothesley get up from his chair . " Finally, i thought you'd never find it" he laughed. You stared at him confused . He smiled and made his way over to you , opening the box in your hands to reveal a keychain . One you'd seen in the market a few days ago but hadn't bought.

" Happy valentines my love "

Xiao was deliberate with his gifts. They were frequent and personal. Thanks to him, you had an entire box tucked away in your cupboard , full to the brim with charms to ward off evil, flowers he had picked up and chunks of ore he had carved while u slept. Today when you awoke to a piece of jade used as a paperweight for a small note on your side table, it was not a new occurrence. The note was written in beautiful flourish and u smiled as you read it. A simple good morning and a wish for a good day. You didn't think much of it through the day as you went about the Harbor , couples exchanging simple affection was a usual for you to see at the cafe u ran but today it seemed more frequent. In the evening you walked back to the Inn , to find Xiao pacing on the balcony, slightly red faced. When you called to him , he jumped like a startled animal before he smiled a little, holding out what seemed to be a hair piece fashioned from the same kind of jade he had given to u in the morning.

"i have heard that mortals have this celebration of love. i thought it fit hat we must take part as we are...in love."

Childe was out on a business trip. His absence felt strangely heavy that day due to the presence of couples around liyue harbour. You had longed to see him for a week now but all you had was a letter from a few days after he had left , dating his return to the next month. It was one of his longer trips no doubt . As you got home that evening, you unlocked your home and was met with the sound of someone already there. You frowned , grabbing a knife from the kitchen as you etched towards the sound of...singing? Now that you thought about it the voice was familiar. You entered your bedroom to childe leaning over a bouquet of flowers strategically placed on the bed humming a tune in obvious excitement. You began to laugh, causing him to turn around to see you and inevitably join in.

"the job finished faster than planned, thanks to my expertise so i thought id suprise you ! happy valentines!"

Neuvillette was a doting lover, and contrary to his professional persona, at home he was nothing but a tired man. That morning you woke up to him for the first time in what felt like ages. You checked the clock, 10am, he was late. You uttered his name softly in an attempt to wake him up. He just hummed and nuzzled further into you, it was obvious he was awake by the soft smile on him face. " Neuvi you're late" . He shook his head and pulled you closer. His voice muffled as he said,

"I took a day off...i have a reservation at a restaurant but can we go back to bed for now my love?"

slaying with the comeback (school is murdering me)

[hamsterclaw]

Untouchable

Yoongi lets you know exactly how he feels about upsetting comments you've received. A Vows story, read the rest here.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing

Word count: 1.5k

You jerk upright from where you’re slumped over your computer screen when you hear your husband’s voice.

It takes you a moment to regroup, gather your scattered thoughts from the tunnel you were in.

Yoongi’s walking around your desk, and he’s not visibly hurrying, but he’s rounded the curved edge to stand beside your chair before you can say anything, let alone close the window you were looking at.

He glances down at the screen, and for a single panicked moment, you want to fumble for the power button, send the cursor to the x in the corner, anything, just so he won’t see.

You’re too late. 

Your face burns as he reads over your shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything, just reads the comments quietly.

She’s just some privileged chick, no one likes or respects her.

She’s shit at her job but you don’t have to be good when you’re working for one of daddy’s companies.

I can’t believe he went out with Park Gyuri and ended up with her instead. 

I’ve heard she’s being investigated for fraud. I doubt she’s smart enough to fool anyone 😂

JFC

I fucking hate people like her

You say, staring at a spot on the wall just beyond the screen, ‘I’m fine.’

Yoongi says, mildly, ‘You’re more than fine.’

‘It’s stupid,’ you continue.

You risk a glance up at him to find him looking at the screen, lip curled in disgust.

He says, without looking at you, ‘stop reading this shit and come have dinner with me.’

‘Yeah,’ you agree. 

You turn your screen off and follow him to the kitchen.

It’s your housekeeper, Mrs Gye’s night off, but true to form, she’s prepared food for both of you.

Yoongi fixes you a plate and you fall into the routine you’ve adopted lately. 

You fetch wineglasses and pick up the uncorked bottle Mrs Gye’s left by the wine rack.

Yoongi says nothing as he watches you gulp down a half glass of wine before you’ve even sat down.

He sets your plate down in front of you with a murmured, ‘Eat.’

It’s only three mouthfuls in that you realise he’s looking at you carefully.

You tilt your chin up. ‘Take a picture, it lasts longer.’

Yoongi raises a brow. ‘Do you have a social media manager?’

‘Not right now,’ you hedge.

‘One of our interns is looking for a job. They run most accounts for our 18-25 demographic. They’re excellent. You should consider hiring them,’ Yoongi says evenly.

You mull this over as you chew. 

‘I don’t need you to save the day, Yoongi,’ you say. 

You regret your spikiness as soon as the words leave your mouth.

Old habits die hard.

You still haven’t learned how to talk to your serious, cold, husband in a non-defensive way, pillow talk notwithstanding.

Yoongi shrugs. ‘Seems funny to me that you’ll happily make me come apart in that sweet mouth of yours but won’t let me reciprocate.’

You stare at him. ‘You reciprocate plenty.’

Yoongi looks amused. ‘Do I please you in bed, love?’

He takes a sip of his wine. ‘Let me please you outside of it too.’

You sip your wine, trying to think. 

What’s Yoongi saying?

He sighs, and it’s more familiar than anything else. 

Your impatient husband.

He stands, picks up his glass and the half-full bottle.

‘Come on.’

You follow Yoongi to the bedroom you now share.

The balcony doors are open, a cool night breeze making the curtains sway.

He walks right up to balustrade and turns to you.

His shirtsleeves are rolled up, unusual for your usually conservative husband.

He looks so beautiful leaning against the balustrade, his hair gently ruffled, his eyes dark and serious as he looks at you.

‘I hope you don’t need me to tell you not to worry about what anonymous idiots on the internet think,’ he says.

His expression is difficult for you to read, but his voice makes you feel warm. 

‘I don’t care what they think,’ you say. You put your empty glass down and position yourself next to him, facing out at the gardens on the Min estate. 

You look over at him. 

‘I don’t care what you think,’ you say, your defiant streak rearing its head again.

Yoongi turns his face to you. 

‘My stubborn little brat,’ he muses. 

He closes his eyes, tilts his head back, and unbidden, you step between his legs, pressed against his front.

He doesn’t move except to slide his arm around your waist. 

‘I care,’ he says, eyes still closed.

Your eyes fly to his face.

‘I care what you think of me, and I care that some assholes had the audacity to bring that shit to our door.’

His eyes open, and he tilts his head to yours. He stops when your foreheads touch, so close his lips brush your cheek as he speaks.

‘You’re a Min, you’re part of me,’ he murmurs.

His lips part again. ‘You’re fucking untouchable.’

You’re already tilting your face to kiss him when he slides his warm palm around your cheek, cupping the back of your head.

His kiss is slow, languid, but somehow you’re still breathless when he finally pulls away.

He presses his lips to yours again, and this time his tongue licks into your mouth.

You melt into his arms. It still surprises you every day how your husband can make you burn for him.

Heat licks through your veins as he nuzzles against your neck, nudging your chin up so he can lave your skin with his tongue.

‘Yoongi,’ you whisper, trying not to moan as he sucks the skin of your neck.

He chuckles, low, the vibration of his breath on your neck making heat pool low in your belly.

‘Do you care what anyone else thinks, jagiya?’

He licks a stripe up your neck. ‘Or do you care what I think?’

He grasps your hand. ‘Touch me.’

You reach out, unbutton his shirt, and when it’s fully unbuttoned, slip your hand underneath.

Yoongi’s quiet as you explore the planes of his back, as you unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers to feel more of him.

‘Do you like this, Yoongi?’

‘I like it very much, jagiya.’

He’s still, letting you stroke over his ass, hissing as you wrap your fingers around his length.

You lower your lips to his cock, and he closes his eyes.

His throat bobs as he swallows.

You take him in your mouth, tongue pressed firmly to the underside of him.

Yoongi’s hand comes up to hold your chin.

He’s hard inside your mouth, throbbing, but his voice is remarkably calm when he speaks.

‘Only you can get me like this, jagiya.’

He strokes your hair back from your face. His fingers tighten in your hair as you start to move on him.

He moans. 

‘Don’t stop,’ he pleads. ‘You feel so good.’

His thighs tense beneath you. When you look up you realise he’s watching you intently, pupils blown, lip tucked under his teeth.

You grasp his hand, slide it around your back to your bra hooks.

Yoongi’s only too happy to help you undo your bra. 

He runs his thumb over the indentation between your breasts from the edge of the underwire.

‘My poor girl,’ he says, his breath quickening as you move on his cock. ‘Mark so easy.’

His hand curls around your bare breast, taking the weight of you. 

He fondles your breasts as you lick his cock, murmuring his approval as you tug on his balls.

His hand hesitates on the back of your head, until you pull off him just long enough to say, ‘go on, fuck me, Yoongi.’

Yoongi groans, bucks his hips up into your face. He pushes you down on his cock, shouts your name, and a moment later you feel him spurting into your mouth.

‘Come here,’ he says. 

He pulls you up, into his lap. You can feel his heart pounding against your face, pressed to his chest.

Yoongi puts his hand between your legs like it belongs there.

He slides the tips on his fingers into you shallowly, stretching you, palm over your clit.

You grasp his wrist when he tries to pull out.

Now you’re the one pleading. 

‘Don’t stop,’ you moan.

You bury your face in Yoongi’s neck as his fingers move inside you. You can feel yourself getting wetter, the slide easier, as he curls his fingers inside you.

‘Yoongi,’ you cry, so close now you can’t bear it.

‘Come, jagi,’ Yoongi urges. He scissors his fingers, pounding into you hard, and you squeeze his wrist as you come.

Yoongi stays still until you let go of his wrist.

‘Did I hurt you?’ you ask.

Yoongi snorts. ‘You let me shove my dick down your throat and you’re worried about my arm? You’re unbelievable, baby.’ 

He steadies you with an arm firmly around your waist as you climb off him.

‘Maybe I’ll take up your offer,’ you say.

At first you don’t think he’s heard you, then he nods.

‘That’s a good idea. At least I don’t have to execute plan B.’

‘What’s plan B?’

‘Tracking down those assholes and fucking them up,’ Yoongi says, blithely.

You’re pretty sure he’s joking.

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

SUNDAY

The utter silence in the house makes him suspicious. A little dog is running towards him, jumping up his bare legs, clearly wanting all of his attention. Travis kneels down for a bit, giving the little pup the attention he craves. He looks around again, struggling to find the woman who so ambitiously declared in bed this morning that she’d meal prep for his upcoming week, ensuring he’s got all his favorite meals of hers in his fridge, right before she has to leave KC tomorrow evening. Of course, he’d argued that he can go without her famous zucchini Parmesan chicken meal for a few week, especially whilst having a private chef come in and cook for his lunch and dinners every day. But of course, she insisted. And he is well aware that this is her love language. Cooking for him. Making sure he’s got anything he needs available for when she’s gone.

The large kitchen, however, is as empty as it can be. A big marble counter that couldn’t be cleaner and shinier as it is currently. With the little attention-seeking dog between his legs and barefoot as always when he just got out of the shower, Travis grabs the coffee mug full of his favorite morning beverage and takes a few steps back into the living room. The first sun rays of this year are lighting up the whole space. Today, the temperatures have finally reached the nineties, for the first time this year, and he couldn’t be more excited for summer to finally arrive in all its glory.

At the end of the large living room, the answer to his question finally gets answered. He smiles slightly, sipping on his hot coffee once, whilst making his way up to the huge window fronts. He pushes the sliding door once, then smiles at the blonde noticing him, covering her face with her hand from the sun to be able to see him properly.

“Sunbathing?”

She just nods, closes her eyes again and faces the sunshine once more. He’s noticing her staring onto the big garden of his property, being in her own world, racing her mind as so often. A blue sky, with some puffy clouds and the outdoor swimming pool that’s still fully covered for winter in her sight. She’s sitting on one of his lounge chairs on the little balcony of the first floor, still in her pajamas, still not even close to getting the day started. Her phone is next to her on the little outdoor table. Rambo right at her feet. The pink fluffy socks he loves to tease her about, warming her feet.

Travis sits down next to her. He takes a deep breath, turns his face to face the sun as well. He gets it now. A sense of peace and warmth overcomes him that he hasn’t had for half a year now.

Travis doesn’t speak, sips on his coffee again, then moves his head to look at her. She’s quiet. More than he knows she can be sometimes. He knows what’s up, but he’s willing to wait for her to find her own words.

His left arm moves towards her, his fingers gently caressing her upper arm. He moves down with his fingers, making sure to end up right on top of her soft hand, cradling his with hers. She doesn’t say anything, her eyes still closed while looking at the sun. His hand securely in hers now.

“I thought you wanted to shower an hour ago or so..”

Taylor looks to face him now, a smirk on her face.

“Are you trying to tell me that I’m stinky?”

He chuckles a little, his smile instantly making her feel warm again.

“Never. But I’m not used to me starting the day before you..”

She knows he knows what’s up, and there’s no getting around it. Taylor sighs, is suddenly busy again facing the sun. There’s two ways to go about this, she knows. There’s keeping her walls up, protecting herself and him, avoiding disappointment and making things comfortable and easy for him. The way she knows she can be.

Then there’s opening up to him, making herself vulnerable. She knows it’s scary, but it’s what’s right. It’s letting her walls down, vocalizing her feelings and letting him take part in these. She knows how good he is at opening up to her. But sometimes, old fears and irrational anxiety comes through and it makes her question herself and the validity of her feelings. She’s got everything and more. How could she ever feel this sad?

There’s only one way to go about this, she knows. Only one way to go, if this beautiful thing with the stubbly man next to her is supposed to have a future and not end in flames like so many loves have before him.

Taylor slowly gets up, signals Travis that she wants to sit down on his lap. Even through the blinding sun on this balcony of his, she can see his wide smile, immediately opening his arms for her to snuggle into. She gets comfortable on top of him, her face nuzzled into the crook of his arm, his fingers drawing slow circles on her back, his lips pressing a gentle kiss onto her greasy hair. She closes her eyes. This is her safe space.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I don’t feel like myself, I’m just… so tired, and… just low.” she mumbles, not sure if her way of articulating her current feelings makes any sense to him. Still, she’s worried he will think she’s whiny. She’s worried he’s not equipped for this side of her. The vulnerable, unmotivated, sad Taylor she won’t dare show the world out there ever.

“That’s okay, baby.” He mumbles into her temple, his right hand now having moved to her legs. She watches him gently caress her over the soft fabric of her pajamas. Absurd how much better she instantly feels, just after hearing him say these three mundane words.

“You need rest. You’re always giving five hundred percent. Every day. That’s a lot, even for superwoman.” he says, quietly, almost a whisper. She closes her eyes again, takes a deep breath and nods. She allows herself to fall deeper into him, her hands next to her head on his chest. She remembers now that this was the right thing to do. She can let go with him. She can be her unapologetic, honest self without fearing any judgment. For a moment, she feels like falling asleep. Feels so safe that losing control is part of what she would allow herself to do in this moment.

“I know.” she whispers then, his hands still drawing circles on her body, just the way he knows she loves it. His mouth still fully pressed against her head, breathing her in, then giving her a few gentle butterfly kisses along the way.

“It’s just.. I had so much I wanted to get done today before I’m out of the country for tour again tomorrow, but.. it’s almost 1pm now and I just… I can’t move.” she mumbles then, knows she sounds whiny this time and allows herself to be. He doesn’t stop holding her, doesn’t stop his regular breathing patterns she loves to feel being so close to his chest.

“I know what we’ll get done today. The couch. You and me. Some take out. And a few good movies. I have some awesome snacks in the kitchen. And we can get fried chicken tenders and sushi and anything you want, babe.”

She sighs.

“But I need to shower.”

“You can shower tonight.”

She sighs, mumbles something into his chest. She sounds grumpy and it makes him chuckle slightly. He knows she won’t admit that his proposal for today is exactly what she’s in desperate need of after months of touring, working out, writing music, producing music, going on endless business meetings and traveling from continent to continent with little to no sleep. He’s visited her twice now, spent only a few days living the life she lives for a year now, and it exhausted him deeply. He knows she loves touring the world, but there always comes a point when a full stop is required. Being a professional athlete, he knows this full stop hitting you fast and with no mercy. He’s been there and he knows. It hit her this morning. He knew the second he saw her exhausted face on his balcony before.

“You need rest.” he adds then, his face has left her head now. She slowly looks up at him, and a look into his eyes makes her realize that there’s no arguing with him on today’s plan.

She nods, slowly, then leans down to press her head against his chest again. She’s never felt so vulnerable with him before, yet she’s never felt so safe simultaneously.

“Couch or bed, baby? Only choice you have for today.”

“Bed.”

“Bed it is.”

[ghouljams]

Hey ghoul! 💗 I hope your doing well.

I just wanted to ask if you have any headcanons about the Fae boys houses in the Fae wild. And how they travel to and back from them. Are their human homes just fronts/gates to there actual homes in the Fae world? What happens when they bring guests over? Is witch going to visit Price's house?

(your recent regency price fic has me feeling all types of ways. Thank you for keeping us feed throughout the holidays I love you!!)

I have so many headcanons on the boys houses... I have... I have so many... Lemme run through them.

Soap's house we've been to once before when Love stabbed Ghost. Much like Witch's house it's a traditional sort of cottage surrounded by other buildings. However unlike the sunshine and open air the Witch's house is bathed in, I imagine Soap's house is at the end of a narrow alley. The sort of alley you wander down when you're trying to find shelter from the rain, the sort of alley you'd never be able to find on a map, and yet here it is. You wander down it, your eyes searching the blank stone of the businesses on either side, the length of them seemingly stretching beyond the actual size of the buildings. They're only two or three floors tall but they seem to tower over you. Then just at the end of the alley is a little Tudor cottage, with flowers in the window boxes and smoke coming out of its chimney.

Inside it is rustic, a narrow stairway leads up to the gabled bedroom, and the living room is full of plush furniture, old nick-nacks, framed maps and flags, a few rough sketches are tacked to the wall, all in different styles and signed by different hands. The whole place feels stuffed full and well lived in. The threshold is strong, ancient, a house still lived in by the man that built it. The mid day sun always seems to be shining in through the windows, warming the place to that perfect nap temperature. I imagine a lot of wood elements and heritage furniture, less art than you'd think, and oddly the art that he does have is simple. From artists long long dead, and remembered only by Soap. Back when a single sketch could fill him for weeks. Old loves, before he grew bitter from their loss.

Gaz's house is the newest of the bunch. He has a flat in the city, something sleek and modern that makes Price's skin crawl. Or at least, it looks modern at first glance. The wood floors don't ring any alarm bells, though the grain is knotted and shifting, the slats seeming grow and spiral out from the center of the flat like rings from a tree. The windows certainly don't give anything away, they're normal glass, taking up the walls of the room and overlooking the city, never mind the greenery taking over his balcony and creeping up the side of the building. His walls, surely those are modern. They're just normal walls, painted with a deep green and strangely textured, like moss when you press your fingers to it, yet when you try to look closer it feels like normal wallpaper.

The kitchen then, that's modern. Sleek chrome appliances and marble countertops, a fridge stocked with bleeding meat and vegetables fresher than you could ever find at the store. Ivy winds its way around the top of the cabinets, spilling over the edge. You can't find the plant it comes from, but surely there must be a pot up there. His furniture is all wood, tasteful, classically designed with a modern twist. The pedestal his table rests on looks like the trunk of a tree, its branched spreading out to hold up the round glass top, its roots twisting into the floor. His bed seems to be growing out of the floor, the wood blooming up and cradling the pillowy mattress. His couches and chairs are a rich black leather. It all speaks to quiet luxury, and something pretending to be modern. A cuckoo in the nest, playing at being human.

Ghost's house feels like a memory. A wood cabin, grey stone lining the bottom of it, and snow weighing heavy on its gabled roof. Light flickers warmly in the windows, bare trees surround it, holding it close with loving branches dragged low by snow. There are footsteps in the snowy ground leading to the door, and smoke coming from the stone chimney. It's hazy, a place you're not meant to see from the outside, and yet it reminds you of a place you've never been before, a home you've only seen in pictures. When you open the front door the space is dark, cold, uninhabited for years, death drags its hands along the scarred floors, the scorches of flame have left their licks along the walls. It's not a place you want to stay, certainly nowhere like the warm light you'd seen outside would have prepared you for.

There are only four keys that open Ghost's door, closely guarded, heavy, and iron. Ghost, though, has no need for a key. It's his house, he can come and go as he pleases. In fact he doesn't even need to use the front door, any door will do. As long as he wills it Ghost only needs to twist the handle and pull, he'll open straight into his house. Ghost is a master at warping the world to suit his whims, practiced and grown from his need to control it. When he opens the door for you it's a completely different cabin. There's a fire burning in the fireplace, the lights flicker as shadows chase through them, the furniture is old and seems to have been reupholstered several times, but it's soft and you sink into the couch when you sit on it. Bookshelves line the walls, full of well worn spines and little trinkets. There's a little narrow staircase that takes you up to a bedroom. The bed, overflowing with quilts and pillows, is pressed close to the chimney for added warmth. The wood floors are covered in rugs, intricate and plush, and the whole place smells of smoke and pine.

You could spend weeks here, and never notice any time had passed. The world outside the windows is cold and frosty, perfect for curling up in bed. Ghost is a wonderful host. Why don't you stay a while? Sleep. Let him take your worries. What were you doing before this?

Oh right.

Price's home is my favorite. A giant oak in the middle of the forest, sturdy and fae. He tells you, proudly, that he grew it himself from an acorn. Inside the walls are round, the floors a neatly polished wood that you can count the rings of. Soft lamps dangle from the tall ceiling, with intricately soldered together glass, their light glows and dims with a wave of Price's hand. His kitchen curves along the wall, wooden of course, and yet he seems to have everything he could need. There's a large couch and television in the center of the room, an ashtray on the coffee table. Along one wall is a staircase leading to an upper floor.

When you follow it up you find a bedroom, you think it's a bedroom. There are window curving along the wall, bringing a soft twilight glow into the room, and casting shadows over the deep crater that sits back nearer the wall opposite the stairs. You go over to inspect it and find it full of pillows, blankets, a round pad you would almost call a mattress, there are steps leading up out of the nest-like bed. It looks perfectly comfortable, if a little hard to get out of. There are candles and books perched along the edge within easy reach. The stairs continue up, and under them are carved drawers, and doors, nooks and crannies for storage.

You go up another level to find the bathroom. Steamy and magical, you can't find piping for any of the taps but when you twist them on the water is perfectly warm. A large tub, an open shower, there's a small heart carved out of the steam on the mirror. You follow the stair up and out when you get too warm, and find yourself outside among the tree branches. You enjoy the crisp winter air just long enough to crave the house's warmth again. When you make your way back to the front door, Price twists the little dial next to the door and opens it on a different season.

You're booted into fall.

König's house is less of a house, and more of a den. The mouth of a cave greets you, the inside dark and cavernous. You hesitate outside until the monster slinks out to ask what you're doing. The trees of the forest bend down to listen to you explain that you're on a home tour. He shrugs and tells you to watch your head coming in as he ducks back inside. Despite the open entrance when you look back there's a warm wooden wall, and a large door with a shiny brass handle where the mouth of the cave should be. The door is curved along the top, mirroring the curve of the ceiling, impossibly tall as König rolls his shoulders back to stand at his full height. The inside of the cave is cozy, the stone walls covered in moss and furs, little glowing flowers and mushrooms shed a soft light over the room.

There are soft thick rugs along the floor, and pillows strewn about. There's no true furniture that you can see, everything is low to the ground but clearly made to comfortably accommodate König's size. There's a fire burning in a pit in the middle of the cave, the smoke filtering neatly out through a hole at the top of the ceiling. The whole room is warmed by it, the rock absorbing the heat so as not to chill your feet as you walk to inspect the a sort of room/nook carved into one of the walls. It's larger inside than the opening would suggest. A smaller cave carved into the bigger one, filled with furs and pillows, trinkets hang from the ceiling, and soft dancing fireflies float about. A sort of nest you could climb into and never climb out of.

You leave before König starts showing you the various bones and skulls he's collected.

Keegan's home is a clearing in the forest. The trees parted for the moon, the grass soft under your feet. Empty save for the spare wild flowers that push through the grass. He's not even there to show you around, he's at his angel's home with his family.

[globalrebrand]

Living with Them

Warnings: Post-grad, married boys, fluff, slight not sfw.

Vil

My personal headcanon is that Vil buys a beautiful estate with massive amounts of land. It's 500 acres and something absurd like 12 bedrooms 15 bathrooms, including the expansive guest house(s).

It's outside the city to offer you both more privacy. Likely when you were dating, Vil lived in a gorgeous penthouse in the city that he moved you into but as a married man he wants to keep you far away from any would be prying eyes. Especially after paparazzi in a helicopter caught him fucking you on the balcony.

It sits right on a beautiful lake with ample grounds and historical features. It even has a orangery filled with poisonous varieties of plants and a little pond!

It has all the amenities he could want in house. Pool, massage room, sauna, home gym (you have side by side treadmills for when it gets too cold to run outside on the beautifully landscaped trail that runs around the property) A massive kitchen with every appliance hidden conveniently away.

Your home is certainly excessive, but incredibly stylish and environmentally sustainable! It's featured in several architectural magazines across TW. The style is eclectic modernist rococo. Which sounds crazy in theory but works sooooo well. Vil (with your input) mixed a bunch of high quality old and new piece that seemingly wouldn't go together but actually look amazing in the space.

Vil looks forward to picnicking in the private gardens with you. Vil loves coming home to you preparing him lunches midday.

The neighborhood is full of other celebrities from the Shaftlands and for whatever fucking reason Neige lives two manors over which would piss him off immensely if you weren't there to kiss and coo over him after every time Neige stopped by for an extended chat.

Jack

A nice modern house in the burbs.

He's busting out of his button downs for his upstanding job in a magical ministry. Likely one pertaining to botany or the environment.

He wouldn't be one for the hustle and bustle of the city all the time, so you likely live in a posh city suburb. Ironically near Vil even thought your house is considerably more modest.

It's likely you both work to achieve a nice life style, but Jack reminds you all the time that you can quit and he'd just take care of you. He likes being a provider for his spouse.

The house winds up being a nice blend of your personal style if not masculine leaning. Jack would be the partner who you'd expect to let you do what you want with decor but then all of a sudden he’s putting his foot down about the velvet yellow sofa you chose for some long sharp looking leather sofa.

Jack makes sure the house has room for you to grow. It’s likely not your forever home. But there are 3-4 bedrooms that Jack sees as potential offices/guest rooms or nurseries.

Jack is on the neighborhood committee regarding landscaping. Takes his duties very seriously. Is the right hand of Sylvia the committee chair and resident 95 year old woman on the block.

In the summers he can frequently be seen out front watering the plants in your lawn shirtless while the stay at home spouses in the neighborhood ogle him from their windows.

Ruggie

A nice apartment in a neighborhood that Ruggie swears is gentrifying. He loves to tell you that once the neighborhood turns the corner your property will skyrocket in value. But you're convinced that change is at least a good ten if not twenty years away.

Ruggie packs your lunch for work with a canister of pepper spray. Doesn't let you leave home with out it, but also won't agree to move neighborhoods until your home can turn a substantial profit on the market. Especially considering that the apartment was a fixer upper and needed way too much work to be livable. You almost divorced him multiple times through the renovation process.

But if you're being honest, you're pretty happy with how it turned out. Ruggie has great taste. It's a spacious apartment with ample bedrooms and multiple living areas. It gets great light and even has a balcony, even has a nice rooftop. You and Ruggie are in agreement that in any other part of this city the unit would have gone for several hundred thousand thurmarks over what you paid for it.

...But the sounds of blastcycle racing, random spells going off, swearing and the realization that you're contributing to the gentrification of the area makes you remember why it's kind of terrible.

Chances are he invited some of his family members to live in the guest bedrooms so it's an intergenerational household. His grandma lives there, his siblings who are still in school crash at your place during the holidays. Since back home isn’t as nice.

So whenever you and Ruggie have the house truly to yourselves you both walk around naked and get frisky on the couch since its such a rarity.

Cater

A house so chic and trendy! Likely a modern townhouse But...it's a little impractical for the sake of aesthetics. His parent's helped with the down payment so you get to live in a house way above your paygrades.

Cater was wayyy too fixated on getting every inch of the apartment to have good lighting. But to his credit every inch of the home has lush and warm light that is very magicamable.

Likes cooking with you! He’s ok at the actual cooking but he really thrives on plating. And if we're being honest you both order out most nights.

Uses his clones to do household chores.

Your home is definitely cozy, but slightly edgy. Wanted to make sure every surface was comfy enough for him to rail you against. Bright and bold colors fill every corner, but the interior designer his mom hired for you made sure that everything still looks nice and cohesive.

He probably skateboards to his high paying office job.

You probably live in the Shaftlands since staying close to Cater's parents was the only way they'd pay for your sweet pad. Which means they visit often. On multiple occasions you and Cater have had to turn the lights off and duck behind the sofa when his mom and sisters make impromptu visits.

But that means when the old boys from school come for a visit they crash at your place.

Cater loves hosting parties, every other weekend your home is hosting some type of event with your mutual friends.

[deathc-re]

Lemme take you home ; Shuri

warnings: wakanda forever spoilers, smut, tension, cursing, drinking, implied smoking, afab and fem presenting reader, ooc shuri but whatever. i actually tried to add some plot to this, yk have some shame but not too much bc who has time for that

wc: 1.2k

an: not my best and kinda rushed but i needed to get something out for this marvel of a woman. anyway tblr fucked up the quality of the edit, which is by @vsppuirem on tiktok

you walked into the party looking through the crowd. your friend had told you she was by the balcony but didn't specify which one in this massive house. it was a birthday party for one of those officials kids, so of course it was a block party meant to last well into the morning hours.your friend, hawa, ever the extrovert happened to be friends with said officials kid and forced you, ever the ambivert, to come as well. though you enjoyed a nice night in, why not shake some ass on a rich kids dining table?

wandering into the crowd you searched for your hawa's brightly colored wig but with no luck. with a sigh you walked over to the kitchen turned bar and looked at the kid in an apron.

"what can i get for you?" he asked, tossing a red solo into the trash.

"two shots please!" you yelled over the music.

he scoffed, "starting off the night strong huh?"

you leaned against the other side of the counter, cleavage in full view, and smiled at him.

"something like that."

quickly he pour you your shots and busied himself on the other side of the kitchen. you giggled and downed your shots, screwing your face as the burning liquid slid down your throat.

"is that who i think it is! you shoulda called!" hawa yelled behind you, throwing an arm on your shoulder.

"i did."

"oh."

you rolled your eyes and let her pull you through the crowd. leaving the bustling crowd behind, hawa brought you to a quieter section at the front of the house.

"hawa! your back!" exclaimed a girl sprawled out on a couch, head resting on the lap of a boy who seemed a little too out of it.

"and you brought a friend." you looked over to a chair on the wall of this little space and your heart almost dropped to your feet. it was princess- queen shuri in all her glory.

a glass of what seemed to be whiskey in her hand, moving in circles as her eyes trailed you. you swallowed your nerves and nodded towards the group, sitting down next to hawa.

"so," the girl on the couch started," who are you?"

"oh!" you chuckled. "i'm y/n, hawa's friend from primary school."

"wow, you've known each other a while. i'm nana, this is hasan and i'm sure you know who that is." she nodded toward shuri.

"yeah," you breathed, " it's nice to meet you all. especially you your highness."

"oh please, call me shuri. it's a party isn't it?" she sat back in her chair, placing her glass of whiskey on her upper thigh. your eyes were locked but oh how you wanted to let them roam.

you've had the biggest crush on the queen since you could remember. she was just a year older than you and lord has the crush matured as she has. those sharp features, those piercing eyes and lord those hands.

"of course...shuri." she smiled at you and took a sip of her drink, finally taking her eyes away from yours.

the group then fell into comfortable conversation but you could barely pay any attention. all you could think about was the queen right across from you, legs spread, arms crossed, with a bored look on her face. with every move she made it felt like a tighter grip around your airway. you never thought you'd get to meet her yet here you are, barely two feet away. and she's eyeing you like she wants to eat you alive.

"uh, i think i'm gonna go get myself a drink," you said, hoping to get a little bit of air.

"that's a great idea, i needed a refill anyway," shuri said, standing up and grabbing her now empty glass.

lovely, you thought.

the two of you made your way towards the bar, a not so comfortable silence around you.

"y'know," she started, "i hope my staring isn't making you uncomfortable. i just can't seem to take my eyes off you."

you chuckled and looked at her over your shoulder, "i could say the same to you shuri. i'm honored to see your beauty up close."

she was silent, and you thought you'd offended her some how until you felt slender fingers wrap around your wrist. you looked back, confusion written on your face, only for her to lean close to your ear.

"i can't take this anymore. let's just forget the drinks and you follow me, yeah?" the feeling of her breath on your ear, the urgency in her voice, the tight grasp on your wrist. you swallowed thickly and nodded.

it was a blur up until this point but now you were face to face with the queen of your country and you've never been more aware of how you're feeling. she leaned against the door and locked it, slowly, sensually. she was staring but didn't move an inch. almost as if she was waiting, or scared.

wordlessly you hopped up onto the counter, mini dress riding up to expose perfect thighs. like that she was between your legs, soft lips crashing into yours like waves on a beach. your hands found their way to her jaw, her hands found their way to your waist. the two of you moved in sync. needy for something, anything that let you be ever closer to one another. reluctantly you pulled apart with a huff, lungs stinging and core aching.

"take those off." shuri commanded, eyes locked onto your exposed lace. the twinkle in her eye made you resist a moan. without shame, you shimmed out of your underwear and tossed it towards the sink. she let out a shaky breath then looked up at you with a cocky smile. grabbing hold of your ankles she pulled you to the very edge of the counter and squatted down. 

you weren’t prepared for how quickly she dived into your cunt. tongue taking a large sweep, drinking up all your juices. she grabbed hold of your thighs and tossed a look at you before getting lost in the world between your legs. 

she licked at your folds,tongue thrusting inside your sex with manic vigor. like clock work she alternated between your swollen bud and quivering heat; while still taking the time to look up at you. enjoying the look of pleasure on your face. as you got closer and closer to the edge your legs couldn’t help but clamp shut. 

shuri let out a hum of surprise before attacking your cunt more feverishly. you could barely control your moans of pleasure as dots began to fill your vision. 

“shit- shit! shuri baby i’m close!” you cried, hands grabbing hold of her hair. that only seemed to encourage her and with a look of mischief in her eye she gently bit down on your clit, sending you over the edge. a low moan erupted from your throat, legs all but strangling shuri as you road out your high. 

“that was good.” you chuckled, pulling her into your chest for a messy kiss. you could taste yourself on your lips and that only re-tightened the coil in your stomach. 

“so i’m told.” she smiled. “so how about you put these back on and we go somewhere where we can have some real fun?”  

 slipping into your discarded lace you looked up at her, “like where?” 

“how about you lemme take you home. would that make you happy princess?” 

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's a 1927 Tudor that has been completely remodeled in Modesto, California, starting with the exterior, by obliterating the brick with a facade of smooth plaster painted gray to match the homes on each side. 4bds, 4ba, $1.2M.

Entering thru the presumably original foyer, into the modern gray living room.

A blue feature wall combined with a very boldly marbleized facade on the fireplace. I don't care for the blue w/the colors of the fireplace.

In the dining room a table w/o chairs appears to be more of a display piece. A new spiral staircase was installed, there's enough space to make a dining room.

The opening in the ceiling was given a very artsy design.

The kitchen is very bold with black cabinetry, the uppers with white glass inserts. The sink, fridge and dishwasher are shades of blue with the counter in floor tiles and the backsplash in mosaics.

The family room in red has doors that open to the pool.

Bright blue mosaics in the shower room.

This looks like a guest room with 2 full-sized beds.

This blue & black bath is another bold redesign.

Very artsy railing on the original steep stairs.

Upstairs is a finished attic. The first thing at the top of the stairs is a bar.

This orange area is dedicated to steaming clothing.

A pink striped wall in the long part of an empty space.

It looks like the primary bedroom is up here and there's a balcony overlooking the pool.

Walk-in closet with plenty of room for shoes.

A new en-suite with a balcony.

Beautiful gardens surround the pool.

Cozy ivy-covered 2 car garage.

I wonder if the vintage marquee POT letters convey.

The house by night.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/805-Magnolia-Ave-Modesto-CA-95354/16070675_zpid/

[1d1195]

how are our balcony babies 🥹🥹 pls tell me theyre doing well

AWWW I love them. They were my first little mini-series that I didn't have pre-written when i logged back on after a super long depressed-hiatus lol. Let me go back and see where I left them. I think they were on the balcony, right? Surely they were...

Nope, it was the bathroom hehehe (The Balcony)

Okay, let's see.

They're definitely doing well. But it had almost been a year from when they met so I think it's safe to assume it's been another full year. So I think they're talking about moving into just one of the apartments but it's a whole ordeal because if they move into one place then they lose one of their pretty balconies.

"But...the balconies?"

"I know kitten, believe me. I know."

Because how do they decide? Because her balcony is where Harry saw her dancing while she did her chores in her underwear and kickstarted their real relationship. It's also the one where they christened it with the first of many times they had covert sex in their own little balcony bubble. His balcony is where he wrote songs about her smile. Where he pulled her into his arms to dance with her on the anniversary that he told her loved her. (And where she gave him one of the most earthshattering orgasms that she promised at the end of the last chapter.)

What she would really like to do is knock the wall down between the two places but two kitchens would be excessive and obviously they don't own the building. Half of her belongings were in Harry's place and half of his stuff was in hers. It didn't feel like two separate places. They melded together so effortlessly the moment they met it was almost seamless in their relationship. She would sometimes come home from work and go to Harry's apartment and get settled into making dinner and watching TV while it cooked before she realized Harry was in her apartment doing laundry for the two of them.

But Harry is also thinking about kids they might have in the future and he knows they can't live in an apartment for the rest of their lives so he broaches the idea they get a house. However she is so distraught with the idea of abandoning both balconies all together she nearly cries and Harry has to snuggle with her for an hour on the lounge chair out there before she calms down a bit.

Rationally she knows he's right--they need a house. Especially because she has a piece of plastic in her pocket that has two little pink lines on it.

She has been waiting for the perfect time to tell Harry that their little escapades have resulted in a little one already growing inside her. She's nervous because they've very briefly talked about kids but always felt it was a future plan and part of her is worried Harry might not want to do this right now.

But now they have to move either into one of the apartments or find a place and she knows, that of course, there is a right option. "Harry," she murmurs after she's calmed down.

"Yes, kitten," he kisses her forehead.

"We need a house."

"We don't have to...if y'don't want to--"

"No," she sighed pulling the plastic wand out of her pocket. "We need a house."

Harry is staring at it for a second trying to put the pieces together but he's so overwhelmed with love he can hardly breathe. "Kitten, we need t'get married," he murmurs and slides his way down the chair, pulls her shirt over his head and begins kissing her tummy over and over and over again chatting to the microscopic essence of what will be the perfect blend of them in just nine short months.

"Can the house have a balcony?" She asks letting harry talk to her stomach--even though he's barely on the lounge chair and he looks down right insane hiding under her shirt.

"Of course, m'love. It can have anything you want. You're giving me everything."

[thelittlepoetprincess]

𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘜𝘱 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴

Keigo's at home on one of his (very few) mandatory off days following his feathers being completely depleted. A rare occurrence appears between you two, a surprisingly soft moment you hadn't expected of him. It's pretty short cause my brain and I are boxing at the moment.

He woke up peacefully, in stark contrast to the blaring alarm that usually got him up before the sun rose over Japan. Instead of sunshine, there were dark grey clouds hovering over the horizon. He sighed, the clouds matching his mood. He rolled out of bed, stretching out to feel his wings stretch out to full length behind him. The red plumage spilled out and a couple stray feathers fell to the floor around him. He looked at them with sullen eyes, slowly attempting to move them. It felt like trying to move a limb after sleeping on it for too long, it was stiff and hard to control. He was appreciative his wings grew back but here came the hard part: tending to them. He dragged himself out of bed to the large kitchen just to notice you at the stove. You hadn't bothered to comb your hair, making just some simple sunny-side-up eggs. He chuckled snarkily, coming to lean over on you. He smiled to himself feeling you tense up to support the extra weight grumbling to yourself about him being heavy. It felt good to see you so early in the morning, though he still felt lazy. "Lazy day?" "Mhm. No work. Gotta groom my wings." He answered with a soft tone, nestling into the nape of your neck to press sleepy kisses into your skin. You made a noise of acknowledgment, placing the eggs on the plates before sliding him off you and into the island chair. You sat across from him, and nothing was said between you. Keigo was like this sometimes, being forced to be charismatic all the time took a lot out of him. He enjoyed the soft tender moments between you two, where nothing needed to be said. Just a quiet understanding. The rain slowly began plopping against the large balcony window. He looked up as he watched you observe the background, kicking your feet idly. "Oi." He called out, making you look over. "Hm?" "Groom my feathers for me. Don't feel like it." He gestured to the couch, getting up and going to it like it was the most normal request in the world. You froze in place for a moment to make sure you weren't imagining things. No, he actually said it. Keigo had always been very protective of his wings, even with you. You respected his boundaries seeing as it must've been tiresome being touched and tugged at all day by fans. You understood and didn't question him about it. At least with you, he didn't have to worry about his boundaries being crossed constantly. It was nice, it was peaceful. Maybe that's why he felt so comfortable letting you touch them now. "Are you sure?" You simply asked, placing the empty plates in the sink to be washed later. Whichever one of you got to the chores first would do them. He was face down on the couch, laying on his stomach so you could reach them properly. He nodded, gesturing to the bottle of oil sitting on the coffee table. "Yeah, `m sure. I trust you." You couldn't lie, you grew rather excited as you came over and climbed over onto his back carefully. He hummed softly after feeling your weight on him. It felt comforting like a weighted blanket. "Just let me know when to stop." "Alright, don't be mad if we end up like this all day then." The two of you laughed between each other as you poured oil into your palms and began slowly rubbing it into his wings. The feathers which seemed to be stiff began to relax as you kept going. They felt warm to the touch, almost ticklish as they danced between your fingers. He gave an approving noise from below you as if to encourage you to keep going. "I wouldn't mind at all."