#though that was intended to be teasing and this was intended to be lovingly taking care of him <3

[hungharrington]

So I um I found an amazing video and now I’m plagued by thoughts of sitting on Steve’s bed, him between your legs with his back to your chest, and giving him the sweetest loveliest softest handjob ever, scratching his tummy hairs and peppering kisses all over his neck

nonnie did i or did i not tell u i was coming back for this ask? and i came back with a hunger -- sort of sub!steve, 1.5k, everything the ask describes, as always MDNI this entire blog is 18+! enjoy <3

Steve doesn’t think anyone has ever asked to take care of him before.

He’s had plenty of partners in bed, sure. He’s rife with enough experience that honestly he thinks it would take a really strange request to throw him off his game. But you had— when you asked, “Can I just take care of you tonight?” 

He hadn’t even been entirely sure what you had meant, pulling back from the steamy make-out with you on his lap— the usual late night rendezvous. 

But still, he gave a slow and earnest nod, a soft ‘sure, honey’ and let you rearrange the two of you til you were leaning back on the headboard and he was leaning back against you. Your thighs on either side of him, your arms looped around his middle. Like a little spoon. Steve secretly adores it. 

“Y’know I can’t exactly do much in this position,” Steve chuckles, pretending to have his reservations, even if he’s already eager to see what you mean by taking care of him. Your arms are around his waist, warm, your fingers tucking up his shirt to begin to work it upwards.

“Mm,” you hum, hoisting it higher and Steve moves forward, letting it get tugged off and over his head. Cool air flushes down his chest. “Dunno if you’re grasping the idea of letting me take care of you if you’re worrying bout that.” 

The shirt flutters to the ground, forgotten, as your hands explore to freshly exposed skin. Steve sighs sweetly as you trace softly across his tummy, nails dragging lightly as your near his thighs. His cock is already perking up. It’s been interested since earlier, you in his lap and your tongue in his mouth, and it doesn’t take many more lingering touches for it to reach proper attention. 

“No one ever taken care of you before, baby?” You ask, lips scraping his ear. Your breath is warm and your voice is low— but the kiss you give beneath his ear is hot and wet. You suckle at the skin, not even a nip of teeth. Desire pools low in Steve’s gut, a simmering heat. 

One of your hands moves over his boxers and gives his bulge a gentle rub, making Steve rumble out a soft moan. Your other hand rubs soothing down his thigh. 

Steve shakes his head to answer no to your question. His eyes fight to stay open, torn between wanting to watching your wandering hands or turning to kiss you but your persistent kisses on his neck give him little choice. He shifts his hips. 

“Not- not like this,” Steve admits, breath a little short already. His tummy tenses when your hand drags back up over it, just a soft scratch of nails. His cock aches harder. He wishes you would touch it, wishes you would reach your hand in, all hot, soft and wet and tug it in that perfectly teasing way he knows you can. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, hips shifting upward again. You smile at his impatience. 

“Can we take these off?” You ask, pinching the ruffled elastic of his boxers. Steve nods fervently, hips shifting up to let you slide them down so he can kick them off. His chest feels warm, flushed beneath the hair and another groan tumbles out when you finally curl your fingers around his cock. “Fuck,” he pants as you pump tantalizing slow. “Fuck, feels so good, honey,” 

A hunger for the feeling grows in his stomach, gnawing for more bliss. Steve lets his head tips back, resting against your shoulder and you take advantage of it in an instant; kisses upon kisses up his neck. It’s messy, lips wet with spit as you scrape your teeth down, right as your rub over the slit of his cock— Steve twitches, a jagged whine pushing past his lips. He pants a little heavier. 

Pausing for a moment, you pull your hand back to your mouth and let yourself drool over it— sticky saliva covering your fingers. This time, when you grip his cock, Steve gasps loudly. Slick, hot, sounds reverberate in the room as you jerk him, hand twisting perfectly. Still slow, still gentle. 

Your mouth find his earlobe, teeth nibbling a little mean, your hand not stopping— and Steve moans a little louder, like he can’t help it. His cock gives a little dribble of precum, tummy all tensed up again. 

“See? S’nice to be taken care of,” You murmur softly. You thumb his slit again, delighting in the spurt his cock gives, then dive down to cup his balls. Your other hand strokes along his thigh lovingly, nails drawing lines as you rake them back up to his v-line. 

Steve shivers, shuddering sweet whines escaping him. He’s so unbearably hard for you- especially as you rub his balls so perfectly, your hand dragging back up his cock and then back down, a mind-melting cycle. It’s so much, it’s not even close to enough, it’s, it’s— 

“Oh god,” Steve whimpers loudly. His eyes have finally crushed closed, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly beside you. His gut is burning with heat, pleasure filling every limb. It feels good. He wants to writhe against you, wants to fuck your fist, wants you to keep teasing him just like you’re doing. 

“Oh god, oh fuck- f-fuck,” His words are getting more pathetic by the minute, barely fully formed, drenched in a whimpering tone. “Please, don’t… don’t tease, no- ah,” 

It’s not even teasing, you just aren’t rubbing him hot and fast like usual. Your movements are slow, doused in adoration — your core feels sticky, burning hot from watching Steve get all worked up in your arms. 

“M’not teasing you,” you say, fondling his balls and rubbing your palm against them in a circular motion, building his lust. Steve’s tense body and punched out breathes contradict your words. He’s so whiny. It’s a pity no one’s ever taken care of him before — though your stomach pinches hotly to know only you get to see him this way. 

“Just taking care of you,” you sigh, grip tightening as you pull it back up his cock, giving the smallest jerk. Steve warbles out a throaty whimper, egged on by your roaming touch along his thighs. He feels molten hot, tummy already all clenched up, his cock just leaking all over your hand. Pleasure buzzes wildly in his body, back starting to arch up. 

“Hone- aw, fuckfuckfuck, yes, just there, please, honey,” he pleads, voice starting to sound wrecked and feeble. God, he sounds pathetic; he only sounds like this when he's been fucking you for a good while. But a few minutes of the right touch? Reduces to a whiny mess in your hands. 

“So pretty,” you whisper and Steve can’t tell if you mean him or his dribbling cock, all pink and twitching in your hand. He can’t even feel the fabric gripped between his own fingers— can’t feel anything except your palm right around the head of his cock, teasing it lightly. It’s torture, it’s perfect, it’s not enough, it’s— 

“Please!” The word bursts out of Steve, desperate, swallowed immediately by a moan. He fights to get his next words out as your hand returns to his heavy balls, caressing them soft and slow again. It’s not fucking enough. His pleas fall out all whimpery, “Take— take care of me, please, wanna cum, I wanna- I wanna—“ 

It’s the magic words. You grip his cock properly, your whole hand curling around him for the first time that night and you set a fast pace- lewd, squelching sounds echo in the bedroom. Steve keens forward, a soft cry coming from him as his pleasure turns into a blaze in his stomach. “Oh my god, oh god- yes, fuck—“ 

Your free hand moves to his tummy, scratching down to thatch of hair at the base of his cock and Steve can’t help it, he cums, hard. He turns his head, hides it in your neck and releases a whimpery sort of wail. His chest heaves as his pretty cock spurts out his hot pearly cum — coating your hand enough to ride him through it, your hand never stopping. 

“That’s it, so good,” You coo at him. Your sweet words carry him through it, your pace slowing as his body starts to twitch back against yours. His cock gives a few final dribbles of cum and you rub your thumb over his slit, spreading it. Steve whimpers loudly. “Mm, there we go.” 

It feels like it takes forever for him to settle back down. Steve feels wrung out, feels spent, feels like he had his brain melted out his ears — like he could just nap against you now and be happy forever. Your soft kiss against his cheek has him opening his eyes, pulling back enough to look at your face. 

“Good?” You ask, though he knows you can tell just how fucking good it was. “Good to be taken care of?” 

Steve nods with a loving hum, a hefty exhale rushing out his lungs and he lets his face huddle back into your neck, eyes slipping shut. He’ll move in a minute- maybe when he can feel his thighs again. 

[euphorajeon]

the love upon your eyes | jjk

— pairing: jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college au

— word count: 0.9k

— warnings: soft jk, llike very soft, shirtless jk, that's it haha

— summary: when your mind is cloudy with sleep, jeongguk takes the opportunity to gaze at you, lovingly.

— author's note: broo did you all see how cool jeongguk was in golden live on stage... our best friend for real... also the gcf in budapest is really boxer!gguk coded hhh i got whiplash watching it. anyways. hope you enjoy this little bit of something from boxer!gguk !!! (ps. this is basically in the sheets but with the roles reversed :> )

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

You’ve known Jeongguk for as long as you can remember. His annoying presence seemed to cement itself in your life, not allowing you to have a day without some memories of him. Jeongguk who always sang on the way home from school. Jeongguk who was there when you almost drowned when you were ten. Jeongguk who made fun of your hair in middle school. Jeongguk who had a colorful t-shirt phase in high school. Jeongguk who moved to another city for university.

It felt weird when he left, not having someone follow you around just to pester you, but eventually, it felt peaceful. You’re able to make new friends, study properly, and enjoy your time as a new university student. Jeongguk still texted you occasionally, giving you updates of his life and bantering with you whenever he wanted (when you protested, he said he’d only done that because he was bored. You’d given him the middle finger emoji which he laughed off.)

Jeongguk’s been annoying all of his life, so when he showed up at your doorstep two years after the last time you saw him, you expected nothing less. He truly didn’t change, still the same Jeongguk who brushed off your shocked concerns and responded with teasing remarks instead. So much teasing, so much tempting, until you lost it and kissed him right on his pierced lips.

All of that tells you that Jeongguk will always be annoying. Endearing, but annoying. Loving, but annoying.

So imagine how you feel when one morning, your whole world tilts on its axis when you open your eyes to Jeongguk gazing at you, lovingly. Most of his body is covered in his white blankets, only his shoulders and arms are visible, one of which is covering the bottom part of his face. You can only see his nose and eyes, again obstructed by the unruly strands of his hair, but those eyes tell everything. They tell you that Jeon Jeongguk is looking at you with all the love he has stored in his heart, without even a pinch of the annoying twinkle he usually has hidden somewhere in the flecks of his orbs.

Jeongguk lets out a chuckle through his nose when you groan.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says, words muffled by his arm still covering his mouth. “Did you sleep well?”

Your barely-open eyes narrow into slits, blurring his form in your vision into a mush of white, black, and skin color. Despite that, you know the sound he just let out is another chuckle through the nose, now even more endeared. “Who are you, and what have you done to my Jeongguk?”

It sounds sassy in your head, your usual tone when talking to your boyfriend, but you don’t know that it only sounds like a jumbled mess in Jeongguk’s ears. Your whole body is still heavy with sleep, the tiny functioning part of your brain only recognizing the love in Jeongguk’s eyes that is so peculiar until your brain fails to aid to your ability to speak clearly. You don’t have to worry, though, because the tiny laugh that rumbles through Jeongguk’s chest tells you that he understood your words perfectly.

“Why so cranky, babe?” Jeongguk reaches out a tattooed hand to pinch lightly at your cheek. “Was last night not enough?”

You’re in the middle of turning around, intending to ignore Jeongguk’s soft stare and confront it later when you’re more awake, but his question makes you pause. Focusing your crusty eyes on him, you just realize that he’s not wearing any shirt, his arms and shoulders bare for you to see. Oh, he must have been looking at you with so much love pouring out of his eyes for you to miss the tattooed bulging biceps on display. This is bad.

Okay, back to his question. Last night, he said?

Your hands automatically pat down your body, which, thankfully, is covered by a t-shirt. You even still have your pajama shorts on. What does he mean by last night?

Apparently you voiced that aloud, with confusion written all over your sleepy face.

“Alright, alright, we didn’t go all the way last night,” Jeongguk laughs—he’s really cheerful considering the time of day, you notice—while coaxing the crease between your eyebrows away with his fingers. “Made out for a while on the bed, but you kinda slipped away from the kiss in the middle of it. I guess you were too tired, so I let you sleep instead.”

You didn’t remember anything from last night. Maybe he’s right, exhaustion took over your entire body that your brain just didn’t store any memories for a few hours. So, you ask the one sensible thing your brain could conjure up right now: “Did I leave you with a hard-on?”

Your eyes are nearly closed again, so you don’t see the amused expression Jeongguk has on his face. “If I tell you yes, would you apologize for it?”

“Mhm, sorry,” you mumble non-commitally.

There’s a few seconds pause. Then, “That’s it? No snarky remarks about how you don’t have to apologize for my bodily function?” Jeongguk asks, still amused by your lack of bite.

“Mhm,” you hum again. “Wanna go back to sleep…” You’re interrupted by a big yawn, “if argument, no sleep…”

Jeongguk has to bite his lip to prevent himself from breaking into a huge grin as he reaches for you, tugging your form closer to his so you can place your head on his chest. He envelops you in his arms, completely engulfing your frame with his big build. You drape your arm lazily on his waist, let him tangle his legs with yours. Jeongguk then drops a kiss on your head, one you barely register because your brain starts succumbing back to sleep.

“Sleep tight, sleepyhead,” he whispers before smiling to himself. 

“I’ll still love you even if you gave me blue balls in the middle of the night.”

a/n: thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed this little ball of fluff hehe. help me improve by giving me feedback in my askbox or here! :D

[stardewstardropthoughts]

I’m a guy but I’m literally just so short (5’2”) so how would the bachelors react to having an S/O that’s way shorter than them? 👀

Someone else also asked for this but with size kinks so I’m putting them both under this ask, I hope that’s okay! I kept this gender neutral for everyone’s enjoyment, I feel ya being short lol I’m only 5’0 lol also I googled the bachelors heights lol so please feel free to argue about their heights since I’m sure there’s so many head canons for their heights out there

As always smut under the cut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 😌

The bachelors with a shorter S/O

Harvey:

He’s about 6’2

This is a tall man, he loves that your shorter then him but he’d still love you if you were taller too

Though he has to say that it is adorable Watching you try and scale the counters to avoid asking him to reach something

With that being said 👀👀👀

Counter sex has happened on more then one occasion

You’ll be kneeling on the counter in just one of his long shirts, no underwear

You were just trying to reach a mug for coffee because he keeps everything on tall shelves like a bastard

Next thing you know there’s a hand wrapped around your waist and he’s pressing wet kisses up the side of your neck while his other hand cops a feel of your ass

“How many times do I have to ask you to not climb these love, I can grab the mug”

Bends you over the counter first to have his way with you since you got him all hot and bothered

“Naughty little pet just trying to rile me up hmm?”

He’s got one hand loosely threaded him your hair with your head pulled near his mouth so he can pant in your ear while he fucks you

He gets your mug after and makes you a coffee while you sit at the table

Elliott:

He’s about 6’1

He also loves the height advantage he has on you both in bed and out of bed

Loves to have you sat on his lap cock warming him while he writes

Your feet don’t touch the floor when your on his lap facing him while he sits on his chair

His cock is filling you and you want to move or grind down on him or do anything for a bit of friction but your feet don’t reach the ground

Chuckles lightly at your antics

“Now my love, be patient hmm? You’ll get sorted soon enough I promise”

He intends to make good on that promise because once he’s done his writing for the day he’s got you on your knees bouncing on his cock while he thrusts up into you, lovingly stroking your hair back while you whine about how good it feels

“Shhhh shhhh there you go love, I know”

Loves watching you fall apart around him

Alex:

He’s about 6’0

He likes that he’s taller then you, not in so much of a kinky way but more so because you can ask him to reach the top shelves for you

That’s not to say that he doesn’t like how much shorter then him you are in bed as well though

You fit against his body perfectly and he loves that

Loves the view he gets when your underneath him while he fucks you, body laid out perfectly before him

“Look at you baby, look so perfect all spread out for me”

Also loves that his hands are bigger then yours

Very perfect for holding and kissing

Shane:

He’s about 5’7

Doesn’t matter if your even just an inch shorter then him he loves it

Makes him feel like he can protect you, also uses it to his full advantage in bed

Pins you down underneath him one hill of his hands pinning your wrists above your head, other hand gently wrapped around your throat applying the slightest amount of pressure to the sides

“Look at you sweetheart, so small underneath me, gonna let me take good care of you, yeah?”

And he definitely will take excellent care of you

Lots of hickeys, maybe a few bruises from how tight his grip on your hips is while he slams his cock inside you at a quick pace

“Fuck, take me so fucking well shit”

Loves engulfing you in cuddles after, your shorter body fitting perfectly against his while spooning

Sebastian:

He’s about 5’8

He does also like that your shorter then him, he likes to tease you about it

Listen, argue with me if you wanna hear but this man and primal play? Yes

Your smaller then him which makes it much more entertaining to chase you like prey through the woods on your farm

When he catches you he pins your hands above your head slotting his hips between your thighs and grinding his hips against yours

“Looks like the little bunny couldn’t outrun the big bad wolf, poor little one don’t worry I’ll be nice”

Has you bent over a log while he pistons his cock in and out of your tight hole at a harsh pace, one hand playing with your nipples while the other hand has a firm grasp on your hips pulling you back to meet his thrusts

Your arms are secured behind your back by his belt so you can’t squirm away

“Fuck bunny, feel so fucking good around my cock like this”

Sam:

He’s about 5’11

Fully the type of person to use you as an arm rest no matter how much shorter you may be then him, he thinks it’s very entertaining

If he’s domming that night he thinks it’s so hot that your shorter then him, loves watching you squirm around underneath him while he has you pinned down

The way your wrists fit perfectly in his hands , unable to wriggle out of his grasp

His thrusts unrelenting while you gasp and moan beneath him

“Oh I know doll, feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Look at you so fucking tiny beneath me, I could destroy you”

If he’s subbing that night?

Loves how someone so small could hold so much power over him

You’ve got his hands cuffed behind his back while your edging him for the fifth time that night

“Shit baby please lemme cum”

You ponder your options for a moment “hmmm I don’t know, you were being pretty bratty earlier”

He’s got tears in his eyes from the overstimulating feeling of your hands resuming their torment on his cock

“Fuck baby baby please I’m so close please lemme cum fuck”

He’s slurring his words ever so slightly as you speed up your movements and he cums all over your hand panting roughly into the air

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Tw afab reader, cyprus being horny, reader being cringe on main

Despite Cyprus preferring his girlfriend to be a girly, airheaded bimbo, he's also fascinated by those who are naturally awkward and geeky. The epitome of cringe and would speak in tongues only the chronically online would understand.

Maybe your tactic to ward him off was to be as painfully self-depreciating or embarrassing. You could break out into dances that are popular in some online shooting game in public; he would of course urge you to stop appearing so deviant, even dragging you away by the forearm if you don't stop.

However, you're only endearing yourself to him even more, Cyprus does encourage you to express your interest in the privacy of his apartment, because it's amusing. As long as you're not overly consumed by the internet.

He wouldn't always understand what you're always saying. For example, you would always exclaim that phrase whenever he says he has to use the bathroom. Cyprus wouldn't get why you would go crazy over a few lines in random places, you could be showing him the source material, but he doesn't understand the humor in it.

You could yap about the unending lore of some game that he thinks may be too scary for its intended audience. He would be totally clueless but the way you retell it is so funny, so adorable and enthusiastic, that Cyprus could sit and listen to you talk for hours. But there is always a limit, you would know that you reached it when he began making out with you mid-sentence.

It's your enthusiasm that he's attracted to, it's cute that you're so excited over something so esoteric.

To your surprise, you could purposely make your cosplay costumes or choices as atrocious as possible, thinking he would scrunch his nose in disgust and not want to do anything with you. But it's the opposite. He would burst out into laughter, at first laughing at you, but eventually it turned into admiration for your effort. Cyprus wouldn't help you with your makeup or costume unless you asked, he would be equally as fucked up anyways. So the quality of it wouldn't change too much.

To your surprise, he would get two tickets to the cosplay convention. He would just put on his leather jacket and fingerless gloves, claiming he's cosplaying whatever character closest in appearance despite not having any knowledge of the media. You would be in your own costume, having a blast.

It goes without saying, he will keep an eye out for you. He's oddly much less protective and possessive in conventions (perhaps it's because he believes that the majority is here to only partake in their interests of the arts, no one would want their work to be ruined. And maybe he thinks that your cosplay is weird enough to ward off rivals.) , he allows you to act as "cringey" as you like, but within reason. Because he thinks you're just acting in accordance to the norm there. He wouldn't let you get kicked out.

Cyprus isn't necessarily camera shy. He was an actor and model for a handful of retail commercials, he would still work as one if they pay him enough. He doesn't mind appearing in videos or pictures with you, but don't expect him to learn your little dances.

He would gladly be the cameraman, though. It doesn't take a genius to guess that he's internally dying from second-hand embarrassment through his crumpled face as he watches you act like an animatronic in slow motion.

No pointers, no suggestions on how to make it better, Cyprus lets you be in your element no matter how cringe. He loves it even if it kills him to watch you make a fool out of yourself. It's because he just loves seeing you shine and away from that damn phone for once. You're doing something productive and fulfilling, and that's extremely heart fluttering to Cyprus.

He would definitely tease you, lovingly. But only he gets to do it, no one else. Cyprus barks heavy threats and insults straight to the faces of those who bullies and makes fun of you for your special interests, sometimes it would even get physical if they go too far and actually hurt your feelings. For every tear you shed, your hater will receive a broken bone.

Okay. That did not work, it only made him more attracted to you. At least you had fun.

So now you tried to bore him away, he's generally impatient. Hot headed and needs a lot of stimulation day-to-day. He would definitely want to rip his skin off when you suggest completing a 5000 piece puzzle, right?

Yes, he will groan. He will complain and he will whine. Pawing at you to do something else, your silly dances, your funny cosplaying, to get out of the apartment, to have sex- anything other than this! It's so boring for him.

The first few days, he would just be next to you, trying to convince you to get a new hobby where it doesn't involve boredom. Forcefully dragging you out of the apartment to go on adventures, but you would always go back to completing your puzzles whenever you get the chance.

He would distract you by leaving hickeys on your neck, curling his tongue in your mouth and if you're already at that stage, eating you out like a hungry man. Drinking every drop of your nectar.

Once he realizes that he could give you cunnilingus daily, he's suddenly okay with your "very boring" hobby. But you wouldn't be, so you stopped trying to complete it. This would make him frown, because it always displeases him to have you lose interest in something.

So he very begrudgingly agreed to stop latching his mouth onto your pussy and join you in your quest of completing the picture.

The first few hours would consist of him giving up every five minutes because he couldn't find the next corner piece. He would slide his hands down your underwear and touch you until you cum.

However, if you persevere, Cyprus will eventually find himself enjoying the hobby too. Finding that it's therapeutic and almost hypnotic in a way. But only if you sit on his lap and allow him to bury his cock deep inside you.

Unfortunately, you wouldn't be able to concentrate with his large, hard member slowly but surely stirring your guts for hours. Each time he picks up a piece, his aroused dick would twitch and send shocks into your mushed brain. Or when he gets mildly frustrated, he would bounce you on him until you orgasm- that would reset his patience and keep him going. He stops working on the puzzle for the day when he ejaculates, which would take anywhere between thirty minutes to half a day.

In the end, Cyprus would be the one who finished the puzzle while you're mostly too busy trying not to pass out from cumming too much.

Cyprus would be so proud of himself for doing it, even buying a frame and displaying it in his mostly barren living room.

He would be baffled when you reacted negatively when Cyprus brings back another 5000 piece puzzle for you and him to complete.

To him, you're so predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Your hobbies and interests could change just like that and without warning. But regardless, he loves you even more now since you somehow made something so "soul crushingly boring" like puzzles, into something super fun.

Your attempts to make Cyprus sick of you have failed, but at least you knew that he was supportive in his own special way no matter how much he disliked it in the beginning.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(GFL Short Fic) Vacation With M4A1

Alternative Title: M16A1 desperately tries to interfere and helicopter M4A1

M4A1 and the rest of AR Team are ordered to take a vacation to an approved city by the Commander due to their constant successful operations on the field. Utilizing this well earned break, M4A1 and her S/O plan to spend lost time together.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the AR Team do their best to hold back the alcoholic sister complex that is M16A1. Word Count: 3.1K Post Edit Note: Okay I think this might be the cutest GFL thing I've written yet. Cinnamon roll deserves it.

M4A1 finished packing her suitcase, taking a deep breath and smiling as she exhaled. She looked at her gun and debated whether or not to bring it.

Deciding against it, she closed her suitcase and looked at the rest of her squadmates in the dorm.

SOPMOD was excitedly blabbering to ST AR-15 who was half listening as she continued packing her own clothes. RO635 was at the Commander's office to discuss what kind of city they'd be in, and M16A1 was relaxing on a couch.

The sight brought a smile to her face as she sat down on her bed, but it was not long before there was a knocking at the door.

(M16A1) "Yo, come in!"

S/O walked through and greeted the team, but their smile formed upon seeing M4A1.

(M4A1) "S/O? What are you doing here?"

(S/O) "Oh, did the Commander not tell you? He said that he wanted me to come with you!"

M16A1 stopped drinking and raised an eyebrow, though S/O didn't notice that as she was behind them.

(SOPMOD) "Great! You're practically family anyway, so I don't see a problem!"

(ST AR-15) "I suppose we do need a human chaperone of some kind."

(S/O) "I promise not to get too much in the way of your all's plans!"

(SOPMOD) "But I know what your plan is."

SOPMOD teased, wiggling her eyebrows as she eyed M4A1.

M4A1 blushed but smiled back at her S/O.

(M4A1) "It's lovely that you're coming too! I was honestly worried that we wouldn't get to spend much time together."

(S/O) "You earned the vacation anyway, I wasn't going to be mad or anything. Let's make sure to have some fun together, okay?"

M4A1 excitedly nodded, M16A1 meanwhile drank her bottle in one go, her eye twitching.

...

AR Team and S/O had gone aboard a flight, it was a privately owned airline by G&K to ensure security, landing at one of their airports inside the city.

The flight itself was quite comfortable and there was plenty of room since there were no other passengers besides them and the flight crew.

RO635 was busy looking at the map to plan for some things the group could do, ST AR 15 was sleeping, and SOPMOD was busy watching a movie in her own system to ensure she wouldn't die of boredom on the way over.

M4A1 and S/O sat together in one of the seats, hands holding as they spoke about nothing in particular, their heads resting on each other lovingly.

M16A1 had a problem with them being so close, and was about to walk over before RO635 held an arm out, stopping her.

(M16A1) "What?"

(RO635) "It's rude to an interrupt a conversation."

(M16A1) "H-Hey, this has nothing to do with you-"

(RO635) "Actually, it does. The Commander ordered that we enjoy ourselves, and I fully intend on every member doing so. Including S/O. Now, let your 'little sister' enjoy herself too."

M16A1 glanced over to M4A1, noticing how peaceful her smile was. She muttered something under her breath as she turned back to RO635.

(M16A1) "This is not over...!"

...

(M16A1) "M4!"

M4A1 turned to M16A1 as she wrapped an arm around her neck.

(M16A1) "Looks like we're going to be roommates throughout the trip!"

(M4A1) "Oh, alri-"

(ST AR-15) "Actually, you'll be rooming with me."

(M16A1) "Eh?"

ST AR-15 held up a piece of paper, indicating who would be sleeping in each room. RO would be with SOPMOD, STAR would be with M16, and M4A1 would be with S/O.

(M16A1) "...Son of a bitch...!"

(ST AR-15) "Speaking of, I think S/O needs your help."

S/O was struggling to lift their luggage, and M4A1 immediately rushed over to help, carrying it with zero issues using her T-Doll strength.

M16A1 shot a death glare at ST AR-15, but she simply shrugged in response.

(ST AR-15) "Commander was the one who organized it, not me."

(M16A1) "What?! But why would he specifically-"

She then remembered that RO635 was the one who went to the Commander about the details of planning the trip.

...

The first night together, M4A1 and S/O held hands as they walked down the brightly lit streets. They passed by many shopping centers and held a few bags in their arms, simply admiring the sights. The clothes they wore were quite modest. At first glance, they were just a normal couple.

(M4A1) "Are you sure you don't mind? The dress was quite expensiv-"

(S/O) "It's all good! I haven't really spent my paychecks much, so coming here and getting to use it is kind of refreshing. Besides, I think I can spoil my girlfriend."

M4A1 bashfully smiled, tightening her grip on their hand.

(M4A1) "...I-I want to spoil you too."

S/O leaned in closer, M4A1 letting a cute gasp escape her lips, feeling their warmth even more than before.

(S/O) "Trust me, you already are."

Meanwhile, M16A1 was listening into their conversation via headpiece in her room. She tapped her finger rapidly against her arm, drinking as she struggled to contain her frustration. M4A1 had told her she was going out with S/O, but she didn't even think to invite her! Who knows what kind of thing S/O was planning to-

ST AR-15 hit her head with a rolled up towel, immediately catching her off guard.

(ST AR-15) "Quit eavesdropping like some kind of stalker."

(M16A1) "You don't understand! S/O could be planning to...To...-Uh..-"

(ST AR-15) "Enjoy their time with their girlfriend? Yeah, I think I understand."

(M16A1) "Hmph, wanna know why you can't get any dates, STAR?!"

That got under STAR's skin as her eye twitched.

(M4A1's Voice) "I don't know about STAR, but I can hazard a guess for you, M16. For starters, you left the comms on."

M16A1 choked on her whiskey and immediately spat it out, fumbling as her eye began changing colors.

(M16A1) "HA-UM...WHOOPS! LEFT THAT ON, LOVE YA SIS, BYEEEEEE!"

...

AR Team had taken a trip to the aquarium, getting to look at many forms of marine life they had never seen before. SOPMOD put her face against the glass and drew some attention, but not too much where it got them in trouble.

RO was barely able to keep her in check while everyone else was enjoying the beautiful blue reflections from the glass. S/O had caught a picture of the AR Team all standing together, smiling as they stood in front of a beautiful coral reef exhibit.

As they continued, they came across a penguin exhibit, which excited SOPMOD to no end.

(SOPMOD) "LOOK, THERE'S A TUNNEL TO SEE THEM CLOSER!"

(RO635) "H-Hey! Don't run!"

(ST AR-15) "Heh, they do look cute..."

(M16A1) "...Why are they walking like that?"

(S/O) "I think it's due to the placements of their legs."

(M4A1) "Is that right? Well if they live in the arctic, why haven't we seen any?"

S/O noticed a plaque containing information about them, leaning in with M4A1 to read it closely.

M16A1 quickly frowned, seeing how close their faces were together. Now, direct intervention was ne-

(SOPMOD) "HEY, LOOK! THAT ONE'S LOOKING AT YOU!"

SOPMOD suddenly dragged M16 by the arm to examine them closer, making her yelp involuntarily as she forgot how strong the energetic T-Doll was.

S/O and M4A1 finished reading the information and were mildly interested.

(M4A1) "Oh, they live in the arctic poles. That makes sense."

(S/O) "Besides, we have enough exotic wildlife to deal with back at base as it is. Don't think we need these cute things to get chased by some of the T-Dolls."

(M4A1) "W-Well...we already have you at the base."

S/O's eyes widened at that as they began blushing, M4A1 on the other hand began cringing at the flirting she had done.

(M4A1) "...P-Please forget I said that. That was terrible."

(S/O) "Hah, absolutely not! That was adorable!"

M4A1 let out a noise that they couldn't tell was a cry or groan.

By the end of the aquarium trip, SOPMOD had a massive penguin plush to carry. But the souvenir everyone treasured the most from that trip, was the picture of the squad smiling together.

...

The next few locations the group visited were many kinds of food stands, trying out all kinds of exotic and homemade dishes.

The curiosity getting the better of everyone, they had found some truly bizarre items.

(Blue haired woman) "It's roasted snake meat between two buns! I call it a snake sandwich! It's a local dish around here, and I can't get enough of the folk food! I guarantee you won't either!"

(S/O) "I-I...I see."

(RO635) "Hah, well you did say you'd try anything."

(M4A1) "I'll try some too, then!"

The two got one sandwich while everyone else had their own. SOPMOD greatly enjoyed it while STAR, RO, and M16 all gave each other a glance after a single bite.

(SOPMOD) "This is really good!"

(M16A1) "...I-I can wash this down with my whiskey bottle, right?"

(ST AR-15) "Oh god, I think I'm gonna need it too."

(RO635) "Per-...Ugh, Permission granted...!"

M4A1 held the sandwich in her hand as she let S/O take a bite.

(M4A1) "How is it?"

(S/O) "...Uh...I-I might need the whiskey as well..."

M4A1 immediately took a bite herself and immediately her expression scrunched up. M16A1 had noticed the indirect kiss they had shared and that immediately sobered her up from the drink and the taste.

(RO635) "...You're going to have a mental breakdown once they share a direct kiss-"

(M16A1) "RO, I WILL SHOVE THIS SNAKE UP YOUR ASS!"

STAR and RO quietly stared at M16.

(M16A1) "...Okay that came out wrong but you know what I mean!"

SOPMOD leaned in with her mouthful, looking at the group.

(SOPMOD) "If you don't want yours, can I have it?"

...

The group sat inside a fancy restaurant, one the Commander had personally picked out for them. They had almost an entire room to themselves, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted.

M4A1 sat next to S/O with M16 on her left side, enjoying dinner with the AR Team.

They all wore a rather fancy dress, with S/O being no exception. S/O couldn't help but admire the dress M4A1 wore, smiling at them.

(M16A1) "Hey, watch where your eyes wander!"

That caught M4A1's attention as she began blushing, instinctively raising her arm.

(S/O) "Oh! Hah, s-sorry, it's just that she's really pretty in the dress!"

M4A1's arm adjusted her hair back bashfully, letting her arm drop again.

(M4A1) "Well, you were the one who bought it for me. I think it's fair you can look."

M4A1 giggled. As M16A1 was about to say something, she felt an elbow suddenly hit the side of her stomach, making her yelp out. The source came from M4A1 herself.

(M4A1) "Now, what we having for dinner?"

(ST AR-15) "Hm...I think I'm going for a steak."

(SOPMOD) "I wanna try eating that fish we saw in the aquarium! What was it called...uh...?"

(RO635) "I think that was a snapper. And I'm taking a roast duck."

(M16A1) "Ah...hm, that's tough. M4A1, help me choose something!"

M4A1 leaned over to the menu and examined with her, as S/O stared at the menu intensely, unsure of what they wanted either.

After placing their orders, the group had a lighthearted conversation of all the things they had seen so far on the trip, and what was on the docket soon. Tomorrow was simply a free day where the group could split off where they pleased before meeting back up for dinner.

As their food came out and everyone began to dig in, M4A1 blushed as she fed S/O with a spoon for only a brief moment, immediately getting teased by her squadmates while it sent M16A1 into an internal screaming fit.

S/O smiled after M4A1's spoon exited their mouth.

(M4A1) "Is it good?"

(S/O) "Delicious! Here, let me do the same."

M4A1 blushed but allowed S/O to do so, trying her best not to glow bright red from the teasing and the fact they were doing this in front of the others. M16A1 desperately wanted to stop this degenerate act until everyone, including SOPMOD concerningly, gave her a glance that said "Don't try it."

(S/O) "Whatcha think?"

(M4A1) "It's really good...!"

Both of them giggled, wiping the crumbs off each others lips with their thumbs.

...

During their free night, M4A1 and S/O stayed inside their room together. They would still be here for a few more days, so there was no rush to go anywhere. Truth be told, they were both tired and just wanted to relax for the evening.

They decided to put on a song in the stereo as they remained on the bed, cuddling. It was some kind of slow jazz, but they were both perfectly okay with the song. It fit the atmosphere quite well.

"How can you say good bye my love? When we haven't even said hello"

(M4A1) "I'm really glad we have this time together, S/O."

S/O hummed in agreement, letting M4A1 move closer.

(M4A1) "I wish all of us could stay in this moment together. It won't be long before we have to go back in the field..."

"I see your face I feel your sadness I feel your pain inside of me"

(S/O) "..."

(M4A1) "A-Ah, sorry. I shouldn't be bringing down the mood-"

(S/O) "No, it's alright. I was thinking the same thing."

M4A1 looked up at S/O with soft eyes, noticing their somber expression.

"Why are you so afraid How can you go on living in the past?"

(S/O) "Everyday I'm worried for you all...I know it's not healthy to think about what could go wrong but...I don't think my heart could take if anything happened to any of you."

(M4A1) "...Me either."

"I see your eyes I feel your pain I feel your sadness inside of me"

(S/O) "Though for right now, we don't have to worry about any of that. Our more immediate concerns should be SOPMOD, honestly."

S/O chuckled, making M4A1 laugh as well.

(M4A1) "Or M16 bursting in here with her gun."

(S/O) "That too. I'm glad she's enjoying herself, though."

(M4A1) "Me too. She can be so protective over me. It's not like I can't take care of myself."

(S/O) "But it just means she cares right? That's not really a bad thing."

(M4A1) "You don't know how many near-death experiences you've had this trip."

M4A1 joked, both of their moods quickly brightening up.

"Open your heart and smile for me"

(S/O) "...I'm glad I met you, M4."

(M4A1) "I...I'm glad I met you too."

Both of their lips met in a soft embrace, both of them sliding into the bed to be in a more comfortable position.

"You are not the only one afraid to fall in love"

When their lips departed, their eyes fluttered open as a blush overtook their cheek's natural color.

(M4A1) "I love you."

(S/O) "...Wanna prove it?"

She would have normally became flustered at the flirting, but it made M4A1 more bold. S/O's smile eased M4A1 before they began kissing each other again.

"Dance with me again, and walk this way Don't be afraid to love again-"

In the other room, thankfully M16 had drank too much and was currently snoring in the room. It did not however stop STAR from blushing bright red, trying to turn up the volume on her TV, as both it and the snoring was not enough to block out the noises coming from M4A1 and S/O's room.

...

M4A1 and S/O sat next to each other in the hot tub. Normally the pair would have been extremely flustered, but they were too worn out to care. Another day of walking around a massive shopping center and everyone buying all sorts of things had drained their mental batteries.

M16 had gotten many kinds of exotic drinks, SOPMOD had an unholy amount of figurine and posters in tow, RO and STAR had bought varying types of clothing, and lastly the couple had bought varying amounts of things ranging from clothes, figures, and some old movies.

M4A1 leaned against the tub as the hot waters melted their exhaustion away. Normally, a T-Doll could not submerge themselves in water for long, but the entire AR Team had switched their normal chassis to endure water in case if some kind of freak rainstorm happened during vacation.

And it led to her being able to enjoy the tub with S/O.

(S/O) "Well, we're gonna have fun packing all our things."

(M4A1) "I feel bad for RO. She's going to have to help SOPMOD pack all those toys..."

(S/O) "Heh, at least your dorm will look pretty."

M4A1 hummed in agreement as she leaned closer into S/O, letting them massage her head as they washed her hair.

(M4A1) "STAR and RO wouldn't agree with that."

(S/O) "What about you?"

(M4A1) "As long as it makes SOP happy, it's alright with me. How about your figures?"

(S/O) "Well, mine are cool, not cute. Though SOP would probably argue that. That reminds me, you know about that whole body pillow initiative Kalina?-"

The couple continued to make smalltalk as the hot water eased their tired bones and servos. Once they were done, they quickly dried themselves and fell asleep together on their shared bed.

...

On the final night before they departed on the plane, S/O had taken another picture of the AR Team together, all leaning down and smiling for the camera. Though the very last picture they took, S/O was with them, M16's arm around their neck as well as M4A1's.

M4A1 fondly looked at the picture as everyone else was asleep on the plane, including S/O.

She exhaled through her nose and put the picture back in her jacket, turning to S/O who was resting comfortably on her shoulders.

(M4A1) "..."

She said nothing as she kissed the top of their head and fell asleep with them too. The trip back was very peaceful, and soon they had to resume their duties.

But the vacation as something that would remain in the AR Team's memory forever.

Inside the AR Team's dorm, M4A1 had a picture of the squad together, and directly next to it was a picture of her and S/O holding each other's waists and smiling at the camera.

...And directly below that picture was M16A1's face crudely drawn with a frowny face, something she vehemently denies was her who put it there.

Because in reality, it was SOPMOD who drew it.

[missamyrisa2]

Eclipsed

Amy wasn't sure what had come over her ~ the air was brimming with a chill, reduction of normalcy ~ a finger twirled a lock of long blonde hair absentmindedly, a tingle radiated from her belly. The birds were singing louder, the air was caressing and inviting with a promise of divine kisses. Amy's legs quivered and her eyes darted about confirming how indulged everyone had become in their need for cosmic validation. Her body was mewling in desire ~ her mind aching for a sign.

The streetlights ignited in rhythm to the change of the air, and it was all the cue she needed. Amy emitted the tiniest of squeaks, somehow stifling the urge for a full volume of throat noise ~ and behind her grew a pile of clothing. The cross-armed twisted alleviated her plain black top, a shimmy and twirl left behind her skinny jeans who were gracious enough to take her tiny shiny boy briefs with them, and two skips later each sock was left as imprint to where her naked form escaped down the lane.

Cheers and shouts bellowed from the street in all directions. They weren't for Amy, but she took them anyway, doing a whirling smile ~ and her smirling eagerly joined the bursts of amateur fireworks. The soft breeze caressed and kissed at her unrestrained strides, directionless to Amy and to anyone watching but on a completely planned path to the giggly fates~

Considering she hadn't estimated the shortness of the shade, Amy spun back and intended a shortcut through a hedge. The voices sounded so much further away when she freely lept with her long legs ~ and caught eyes with the denizens of this den. Knowing chuckles, the well-measured laughs of ladies who have experienced multiple lifetimes of their own pleasures, surrounded Amy as she skidded over a soft patio lining and found her body coated in lustful gazes.

"My, my, my, what ever do we have here~"

"You see ladies, you just never know what craziness this eclipse will bring out in people."

Amy stammered to reply, squeaking out a response as she bore witness to an impossible number of well-manicured nails and hands decorated with ornate chunky jewelry floated towards her sensitized by cold air skin ~

"Poor thing, she doesn't know where she is. And she's lost and lost her clothes too!"

They snickered knowingly as Amy tried to scoot away.

"Oh don't try to get up. Come now, you had quite a fall. Let's fix you up shall we?"

The swishing of material filled Amy's ears. She gasped and squealed and tried to turn around and rise up. Their beautiful elegant dresses and floral tops and cute leggings were on her, and though she knew it she still attempted a frantic crawl anyway.

"OOoope! There, there dear~" Amy squealed madly feeling a set of nails clamp onto her sides, squeezing lovingly. Her legs thumped and toes curled.

"Why, I think this cute snickerdoodle is ticklish, what about you Estelle?"

Amy shook her head, pleaded something like no and how dare you but it just came out gibberish as nails began gliding up her leg to tease behind the knees and others began playfully pinching at her underarms.

"Sooo ticklish!"

"Definitely, definitely ticklish~"

All the ladies were out of their chairs now, kneeling and taking sitting positions around this ticklish naked girl who had conveniently crashed over their hedge. The sounds of fireworks continued as the sun winked back into existence. Amy thrashed and found herself on her back writhing like an overturned turtle, legs kicking until two of the last ladies to rise up captured her ankles and smirked lovingly as their dark shiny nails raked up her soles.

"Ahhh gissshhy gisshy goooooo~!" The audacity of that babyish tease from the woman, looking down from her thick framed glasses, her floral dress barely containing her bosomy assets put Amy into hysterics, her toes desperately curling. Amy arched and tried to kick free, but this only exposed another zone for the ladies to fawn over.

"Oh my goodness! Look at that tush!" Nails poked and stroked the curvature of Amy's tight bottom, which was naturally clenching from all the attention. She cackled in protest, her hips bucking madly as her rear was repeatedly goosed and pinched and casually stroked.

The intensity was suddenly raised again as a petite spunky woman with spiky naturally graying sparkle hair leaned in and remarked "always loved those ribs myself, yep always a rib girl" and with one hand on her oversized waistbelt she leaned in and began brushing her glossy lips over Amy's ribcage, gliding along the bumpy tickle zone and eliciting a new volume of squeaky giggles.

All around the parties erupted and any within earshot of Amy's desperate endless laughing amid the chuckling remarks of the ladies assumed it to be another raucous eclipse celebration. Colors exploded overhead and filled Amy's eyes with tingles and tears before it was blocked by a woman in a pants suit with a perfectly quaffed twirl of pastel purple hair. The knowing grin made Amy even more frantically try to wriggle free as she watched helplessly the matching acrylic nails wiggling and descending slowly as if belonging to a dastardly tickle machine.

"Come here blondie, mama's got just the thing for youu~" She murmured, her deep tone making Amy visibly shiver as those nails captured both an armpit (easily exposed by yet another hand snatching Amy's wrist) and a royal chest button. The merciless digging tickles administered to Amy's tender underarm while the other hand seized Amy's flat chest and tormented her nipple with strokes and tweaks was a masterwork in body stimulation manipulation, taking those squeaking giggles to near-soundless gasps of snickermoans.

The sounds didn't escape their notice, nor did Amy's princess part completely betraying what these touches did to her. The nails and wiggly fingers and kissy teasy lips began migrating. While Amy endured more of this overload of armpit nipple tickle torture, her legs were folded up and held open so nails could begin earnestly tickling away at her inner thighs, rubbing and wiggling over the muscles up to the hypersensitive fold near the royal zone.

Her royal rod flopped and throbbed, bouncing with silly arousal as her body was hyper-stimulated by this gang of classy ticklers. Save for the occasional taunting flick of a nailtip to send her aching royal part to the other side, the ladies didn't touch it and instead focused on making her body nothing but a melted pinkened field of sensation. The suited lady switched armpits and nipples, her taunting smirks and "that's right, you tell me all about it now" comments making Amy a blubbering mess of crying giggles as her arms feebly pulled and muscles uselessly strained.

With Amy completely worn down, they released her and let her gasp, kneeling and sitting about in the circle as her princess part tingled and bobbed. And then finally, the dreaded belly tickles started. Amy had hoped deep down maybe they just weren't into tickling tummies. Now she knew, now she understood as the intent flashed on their pearly smiles. Nails began wiggling and fingers scrunched as they descended. Amy was too tickle weak to fight it, her legs were limply kicking and arms were worthless noodles ~ seen writhing with her skyward gasps as the ladies covered Amy's midsection entirely and began tickling every bit of that bouncy belly.

Nails took turns poking into her navel, dipping in for a scratchy touch. Hands squeezed each side earnestly. Fingernails traced elegant patterns across the tummy and abdomen. Thumbs caressed and played with her tiny waist, joined by remarks about her figure which somehow brought a new shade of blush over Amy's face. By the time their belly inspection concluded, Amy was soundless and batting weakly at nothing as they awwed and fawned over her, pinching her cheeks and patting her tush as she rolled pitifully side to side.

Their work still not done, Amy soon found herself a guest on the soft hammock swing which had been swaying gently this entire time. Removing scarves and belts, the ladies secured their giggly ticklish guest and ensured she stayed put as they finally acknowledged Amy's hyper aroused stiff royal rod. "Such a naughty girl."

"Why yes, I do think it's quite proper we relieve her of this naughtiness."

Amy's drifting eyes shot open in panic, the sound of a machine firing up to life bringing a whole new fight in her limbs, but she was completely secured and helpless as the smiling ladies began setting the venus over her princess part. Weak shrieks emitted from Amy, the softness of the milking machine's liner feeling like a teasing lover going down with the most tingly teasy lips and swirling tongue.

And before she could even try to fight it, the nails began stroking under Amy's toes, under her arms, across her bouncy belly, under her knees. The ladies re-assumed their favorite spots and taunted one by one~ "Tickle, tickle! That's what you get when you come to our backyard cute girl! And we're not letting you gooo nooooo~!"

"Gishyyy gisshy goooo!!"

"I'm comin back for those riibiiesss!"

"Mmhmm mama's not done with those little nubbinsss!"

The celebrations continued, burying the sounds of Amy's desperate gasping gigglemoans. But if someone were to peek over the high fence, they might see the incredible sight of this helpless girl, strapped to a hammock swaying as a milking machine bounced and bobbed endlessly while a gang of ladies drew their long colorful nails all across her twitching writhing body~<3

[dixbolik-lovers]

I need some fluffy Yui. Could you pretty please write some headcanons of her with a kind, sweet vampire that actually asked her and makes everything to make feeding pleasurable for her? Would she like it? What would she like besides being held tenderly? Just, fluffy Yui with a vamp girlfriend 👉👈

• While she's a bit hesitant to be dating a vampire, Yui trusts easily. She's always going to see the good in people, so once you've made it very clear you don't intend to hurt her, it doesn't take long for her to have faith that you mean it. That said, after all the time she's spent being passed around by vampires and used as a blood bag-slash-torture toy, the idea of being bitten comes with a fair amount of anxiety. Even if it did feel good sometimes, she's afraid of what could be done to her if she allows it.

• But you prove your promise of never hurting her true— the first time she lets you feed from her, you're more gentle with it than Yui knew was possible. The prick of your fangs still stings a little, but there's a sharp, strange pleasure underneath it that leaves her whimpering in your arms for a very different reason than when she was bitten before. Once again, the intimacy of the act is painfully obvious, but this time, it's not painful or cruel at all.

• With this new form of intimacy now a non-frightening option, Yui wants to find a way to like it. She's still flustered by the whole thing, but... the look of adoration in your eyes after you fed from her was so captivating, she can't help but want to see it again. So she lets you experiment. Tender, careful bites left on her throat, chest, and the soft inner side of her wrist soon become a gesture of love that she never imagined could be so kind. You're always so very gentle with her, and you always make her feel safe.

• Yui likes to stroke your hair or cradle your head to her chest while you feed from her— the way you sigh against her skin and hold her a little tighter is adorable, and she feels more confident when she's initiating some of the contact too. Bites while you're cuddling also become a frequent event... and maybe you (lovingly) tease her a bit for how she squirms and whines under your fangs. It's better when it's you, though, and she'll happily admit that.

[supermarvel-fics]

Confident

word count: 3,300

pairing: bucky x fem!reader (established relationship)

cw: rated pg-13! lots of making out, sexual innuendos, mild swearing

summary: Bucky convinces Tony to hire you as the Avenger's personal massage therapist and receives his first official massage.

author's note: this is part 2 of Nervous! If you haven't read that, do that first! Here's part 1 -> READ NERVOUS FIRST!

hope you enjoy <3

Bucky swore up and down that it didn’t take much convincing to get you a job as the team’s massage therapist, but after your second meeting with the boss man himself, you were shown the petition that your boyfriend forced everyone to sign.

You couldn’t help but smile, though. The fact that Bucky was so hellbent on having you work in the same building he lived in was endearing to say the least. You accepted the position, of course, but you’d only be working with the Avengers on an appointment basis once every couple of weeks. You didn’t feel comfortable leaving your other practice just yet, so you decided to do both for the time being.

Bucky tried his hardest to get you to move into the compound, and maybe one day you’d agree, but for now, you loved living separately from him. It gave you the conversations you adored having with him; “how was your day?”, “Did the mission go well?”, “I’m sorry Nat keeps calling you James.”

You sauntered into the compound, a bright smile on your features as you were met with a few of the heroes while they were eating breakfast.

“Ah, there she is! Our little miracle worker,” Sam declared when he caught a glimpse of you in the doorway. He got up from his seat and walked around the table to get to you, swiping you up into an impossibly tight hug and lifting you from the ground.

You and Sam had become pretty close after Bucky disclosed the information about your relationship. You’d never complain, obviously. Sam was funny and witty and always kept Bucky in check if he ever became too broody.

Your grin widened. “Nice to see you too, Sam.”

He set you down gently, giving you a fist bump before going back to his breakfast.

“So, first day? Who’s on your list?” Wanda asked before scooping a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

“I know I am!” Sam basically shouted, raising his hand in the air. “I’m obviously excited about it.”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes, Sam is first right after breakfast. I think he’d kill me if I’d chosen someone else,” You smirked while eyeing the falcon.

“Damn right,” He said, raising his glass of orange juice to you.

“Then, after him I have Nat and my last slot of the day is Bucky, believe it or not. He also threatened me if I didn’t put him on the schedule on my first day.”

“Threatened you?” Steve spoke up, looking at you warily.

Before you could assure the Captain that everything was fine, a cold metal arm suddenly wrapped your waist and you felt a pair of lips press against your cheek. “She’s exaggerating. By threaten, I only intended to do this,” Bucky informed the room by punctuating the word with a few squeezes to your side with the hand wrapped around your torso.

Your legs buckled and you arched away from him as much as you could, but he stopped just as quick as he started. “Buhuck!” You whipped around in his hold to face him, smiling even wider when you saw his dilated pupils and smile lines from around his mouth.

“What? You made it sound like I was going to break up with you or something,” Bucky shrugged, then leant forward to press a proper kiss to your lips. You giggled into his mouth, then pushed him away lovingly.

“Not while I’m at work,” You scolded him half-heartedly. Bucky rolled his eyes and planted one last kiss on your forehead, respecting your wishes.

“Well, technically you’re not working, yet. Our appointment isn’t for another 20 minutes,” Sam teased the two of you, wiggling his eyebrows and sporting an unbearably wide grin. You looked over your shoulder to glare at him, but couldn’t help but smile at his completely inappropriate dig.

“You’re weird and gross,” Bucky responded back without any real malice. You laughed again before waving goodbye to everyone, then pushing your boyfriend out of the kitchen.

Once you’d gotten far enough away from them, you backed Bucky into a wall, standing on your toes so you could reach his mouth to kiss him fervidly.

“Mm!” Bucky groaned into your mouth, taking your cheeks into his hands to force you away. “I thought you didn’t want any public displays of affection at work!”

“I didn’t until you gave me a taste of what I’d be missing,” You looped your arms around Bucky’s neck, surging forward to kiss him again. “Plus, Sam was right. I have about 15 minutes. Let’s make the most of it, hm?”

Bucky’s eyes widened. “I can’t tell if I like you better when you’re shy or when you’re outrageously confident like this.” He kissed you passionately, threading his fingers through your hair with his human hand and tugging you closer to him with his metal one.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be if you keep kissing me like this,” You panted against his lips. Without warning, Bucky spun you around so that you were the one pressed against the wall, then he slid his arms down to your thighs to hoist you up off the ground.

“Are you sure Sam and I can’t switch sessions?” He asked through various neck kisses. “I don’t think I want to let you go.”

“Mm-mm, no,” You heaved. “Besides, it wouldn’t be a session if we were just kissing the whole time.”

“It would be a make-out session and that’s way better than a massage session,” Bucky smirked, stopping for only a moment to get a good look at your face. You were beautiful to him always, but when you were becoming undone by his doing, God, he’d never let you forget how extraordinary you were. “You’re so perfect.”

You blushed slightly and sported a small grin. “Says you.” You gave him one final peck and unwrapped your legs from his torso to land back on the floor. “I should go or Sam will know exactly why I’m late and I don’t think I want to listen to him boasting about our personal lives for an entire hour.”

“Just let me know if he says anything out of pocket, okay?”

“Buck, you know he’s just messing with us. I think he’s just glad to see that you’re happy,” You explained to him, caressing your thumb over his furrowed brows to help him relax a bit. Bucky let out a sigh of pent-up release, then pressed his forehead against yours. “Are you? Happy, I mean.”

“Happiest I’ve been in decades,” He replied honestly. You let out a breathy laugh, entirely forgetting that your boyfriend was well over 100.

“Well, good. I’m really happy, too,” You said before kissing him one last time. “I have to go, but I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“I love you more, doll,” He smiled, holding your hand until the last possible second.

You made sure to sway your hips a bit more than usual, knowing that Bucky was watching you walk down the hall until you turned the corner. A self-satisfying smirk found its way to your face at the thought.

Since that first day you kissed, you and Bucky had become close to inseparable. In that time, you became more and more confident around him. There were days when you receded back into your shell—mostly when Bucky looked a little too good and you couldn’t believe that this was your boyfriend—but still, the longer you got to be with him, the more you opened up.

It started small at first; you’d initiate a hug or a small kiss and Bucky, in turn, would ravish you in the best way knowing that’s what you wanted without using words. Then, as time went on, you decided that you were being silly and that you were completely deserving of his love.

So, you began pushing yourself more. You would sweep him off his feet (not literally) by showering him with care and things you knew he needed; a nice dinner, a relaxing bath, a cuddle session before bed. It fueled you to see the happiness on his face because it was because of you that he was smiling.

And that was always enough.

~

Sam’s session went just about as well as expected. He gave you a bit of cheek about your relationship, but you knew it was all fun and games as well as out of love. Overall, he was grateful that Bucky had you to keep him grounded.

You hugged him before he left your office, thanking him for being so supportive.

“Get lost, Wilson, you’re cutting into my appointment time!” Nat leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. You let go of Sam to playfully glare at your best friend.

“I didn’t realize that I was being gatekept…” You chuckled before turning back to Sam. “Text me to set up a new appointment time, okay? I’ll see you around.”

“Sure thing,” He replied, walking past Nat and making sure to bump her shoulder with his on the way out. Nat sauntered into the room, shutting the door prior to sitting in the chair next to it.

“You know you’re gonna have to get used to me having other patients, right?” You voiced with faux sternness while cleaning and resetting your massage table.

“I miss having you all to myself. Now, everyone knows how good you are at your job and I can’t hold it above their heads,” She muttered. You tossed away the alcohol wipes and turned to Nat, snickering at her comment.

“Wow, I’m sorry for being good, then. And anyway, weren’t you the one who originally complained about the Avenger’s not having their own therapist?”

“Yes, but your boyfriend was the one to give Tony the final push,” Nat stood up from her seat, making her way over to you.

“You should be thanking him. Now, you don’t have to pay for massages anymore.”

“No, you should be thanking me for introducing the two of you,” She pointed at you, then climbed onto the table, laying face down. “How is everything going with him, by the way?”

You pumped a bit of lotion in your hands to help them glide over the skin smoother and began kneading your thumbs into her shoulder muscles. “Everything is really good. Bucky is a perfect gentleman.”

“Nothing juicy to tell me?” Nat asked with that lilt to her tone, most likely insinuating the one thing you hadn’t even thought about.

“Nat!” You shouted, squeezing her shoulders tighter in reprimand. “I don’t jump into relationships head first. I’d like to get to know them before I even consider doing something that drastic…”

“Then, you’re already better than me,” Nat chuckled. “In all honesty, I’m really happy for you and I’m glad he’s treating you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You smiled to yourself, continuing to talk about you and Bucky throughout Nat’s session. By the time her hour was up, she knew more about your own relationship than Bucky did.

Nat sat up from the table, reaching for her t-shirt to throw back on. “I know you’re in love or whatever, but promise he won’t replace me as your favorite client?”

“I have a feeling he’s going to be a terrible patient, so I think you’re safe,” You laughed. Not even a second later, the door to your office swung open, Bucky standing there and looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“A terrible patient, hm?” He raised an eyebrow. Panicked, you turned your head over to Nat, who had already gathered her belongings and was ready to bolt out of the door. She grinned at you sympathetically, side-stepping around you to get out of the room.

“You’re screwed,” She whispered to you before scurrying away. “Have fun you two!”

Bucky stepped further into the room so that Nat could shut the door and you were left alone with your boyfriend who’d just heard you insult him.

“I was kidding, Buck! I don’t think you’re going to be terrible!” You said to save yourself. Bucky hummed and began taking a few strides to get closer to you. Your office wasn’t that big, so your attempts to escape whatever he was planning to do was slim to none.

“Why do you think I’d be terrible?”

“I dohon’t! I-hi was johoking!”

“Then, why are you laughing?”

“Behecause you’re mahaking me nervous!” You literally backed yourself into a corner, watching as Bucky strutted over to you.

“Why am I making you nervous?”

“Because yohou only ever look thihis mean when you’re about to tihickle me!”

Bucky halted directly in front of you, leaving only a few inches a space between you. “Well, if you knew I’d come and tickle you, then why didn’t you run, doll?”

The both of you knew your answer, which was why he didn’t waste any time in waiting to hear it. Instead, Bucky wrapped his arms around you to press you into his chest so that he could target that all-time favorite spot of his.

“Wahait! WaHAIT! BUHUCK!” You screeched into his chest, immediately going limp in his arms. “NOHOHO FAHAIR!”

“Oh, I think this is extremely fair,” Your boyfriend lowly voiced, still adopting that evil demeanor.

“I-HI REHEALLY DOHOHON’T THINK YOU’D BEHE A BAHAD PATIENT!” You shouted through laughter. “BUHUCKY PLEASE!”

He ceased tickling you, still holding you close to his chest as you came down from your high. He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back to help calm you. “You’re sure you’re not just saying that to get me to stop tickling you?”

You giggled again, shaking your head. “Noho! I swear. I was just kidding.”

“Good,” Bucky let go of you, pushing you back to get a glimpse of your red-hot face. “Because I’m about to show you how great of a patient I am.”

“Mmhmm, we’ll see about that…” You uttered out before planting a kiss to his lips. His eyes went wide once he realized what you’d said and he drew back.

“So, you do think I’ll be a bad patient!”

“No, not bad! Just… not professional,” You finally told him. He rolled his eyes, adding in another ticklish squeeze to your side just for telling him the truth. “Hehey! See! Strike one.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Normal patients don’t tickle you when you’re being cheeky?” He asked rhetorically, poking at your belly to insinuate his point.

“Nohoho! You knohow, we’re lohosing mohore of your appointment tihime!”

Bucky took a quick glance at the clock on the wall, then sighed before removing his hands and stepping away from you. “We’ll continue this later.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off, walking around him to clean the table again. “Take your shirt off.”

“Ooh, talk dirty to me,” Bucky chuckled darkly, happily obliging to your request.

“And there’s strike two…” You responded, shaking your head with an unwilling smile on your face. You reset the table quickly and motioned for him to lie on it face down. He did as told, placing his face into the hole of the headrest.

“Now what?” He asked. You put a dab of lotion on your hands to moisturize them, then strode over to him, rubbing a hand on his arm comfortably.

“You’ve never had a massage before, have you?”

“Never.”

“Just relax and enjoy it, then. It’s just supposed to release the tension in your body,” You informed him. You started slowly at his shoulders, kneading away the knots he carried near his neck and feeling satisfaction when he let out a groan of pleasure.

For about 10 minutes, you pressed away his stress and every so often, Bucky rewarded you with a contented sigh. Not a word was spoken between you—there was no need. You knew that he’d speak up if he wanted to say something.

Once you were pleased with your work on his neck and shoulders, you moved down to the middle of his back, digging your thumbs directly under his shoulder blades and rubbing them out towards the sides of his ribs. Bucky tensed up briefly and made a small noise of discomfort.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You questioned him sincerely. Bucky turned his head to try and see you.

“N-No, you just surprised me,” He stuttered.

“Okay, well, I’m moving to your back now. Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

He nodded in response, letting out a deep sigh and relaxing back into the table. You warily placed your thumbs back where they had been previously, taking notice at how Bucky stiffened yet again. You braced your other four fingers onto his ribs and watched as he flinched the slightest amount.

Ah.

You smirked to yourself, silently chuckling at your boyfriend’s future demise.

“Uh-oh, there’s strike three…” You clicked your tongue.

“What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “I haven’t done anything!”

You contacted your fingers into his ribs for the smallest second, reveling in the slight squeak he made and how his elbows flew down to protect himself out of instinct.

“Patients normally can control themselves when I’m giving them a massage, Buck,” You replied, tickling his ribs again to see if he’d laugh.

And boy, did he laugh.

“OooAHA! Dohoholl!” He chastised you. “Whyhyhy?”

“Uh, I seem to recall the countless times you’ve tickled me to tears without me ever getting revenge,” You fluttered your nails down his back and out to his sides, retracting your hands when he jolted powerfully. “This seems like as good of an opportunity as any.”

“NOHO! Fihirst of all! You’re a hypocrihite calling mehehe unprofessional whehen you’re the one tihickling me!” He yelled through his giggles, reaching behind himself to make a grab for your hands. You were just barely out of his reach which was a win-win because he wasn’t able to flip over on the table either. Bucky was stuck. “Ahahand secondlyhy, AHAHA!”

You squeezed at his sides, sending Bucky into a laughing frenzy. “And secondly, I really hope that this is your tickle spot because this is too cute.”

“Yohou’re in SOHOHO MUHUCH TROUBLE!”

“Such a smart mouth for someone who’s in such a precarious position,” You teased him as you switched to spidering your fingers up and down his back.

“You’re suhupposed to behehe helping me rehelax!” Bucky reminded you once he shrugged his shoulders up, undoing all the work you’d done prior.

You groaned and relented, rubbing your hands across his bare skin to rid him of the tingling feeling. “I guess you’re right, but I’m never going to forget about this,” You placed a tender kiss onto Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky let out a few more residual giggles. “I don’t think I ever want you to massage me again.”

“Aw, come on! Don’t be a wuss. It’s not my fault you’re too ticklish to handle it,” You taunted, wiggling your fingers at his lower back for a brief second. “Besides, you know you deserved it.”

“I-hi.. I’ll let you have it considering I tickle you at least once a day, but don’t think you can just come up and do the same without retaliation,” He pushed himself up on his elbows, then swung his legs over to sit upright on the table.

“We still have, like, 30 minutes left of our session,” You stated, situating yourself in that space between Bucky’s knees.

“Mm, well, I think I’m done with the massage, but I’d love to spend the rest of the time with that little make-out session I mentioned earlier…” He offered, cupping your cheek with his hand to bring your face closer to his.

“Getting paid to kiss my boyfriend? I think I like the sound of that.”

Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck and sifted your fingers through his hair. He hummed happily into your mouth and spent the next 30 minutes showing you how much he loved you.

Yeah, he liked confidence on you.

[worms-i-think]

*skids down the road to your inbox* HELLO WORMS!!! have you thought about Vyn's R Card [Leisure Time]? I would love to know how tf he got such a steep necked sweater. it's so out of the norm based on his outfits,,, how'd that get in his closet? what story does it hold?

ty and have a nice day!!!

yooooo hey remember when I made an ask game??? Yeah, turns out I got super sick and then had writer’s block! Anyway HI SAM IM GLAD YOURE HERE 🤍!! That’s a great choice for a card, and I was hoping someone chose that one! Here’s a thingy I wrote :)

Vyn Richter: “Leisure Time”

Hobbies, hobbies…

Vyn Richter was a multifaceted, multi-talented man. He could pick up nearly any skill with elegance and ease, whether it involved physical resilience, strategy and quick-thinking, or a unique taste in design.

Though, she had suggested I find a circle to share my hobbies with. It is not a necessity, certainly, but proving that my hobbies are more than needless tasks would make me appear more open.

He stood in front of a bulletin board in Hemingway Heights, perusing the many advertisements and posters. His personal goal this week was to find a group to participate in a hobby with. When his new colleague Rosa had asked about his personal interests a few days prior, Vyn found himself eager to tell about his experiences with polo, archery, music, and the like. They spoke for a while. She said he was an impressive individual.

Impressive. Vyn knew that he was gloating when he replayed their conversation in his head…up until she had asked with whom he shared his talents.

So now, as he stood, Vyn intended to do just that.

She certainly seems like a more sociable individual…this sort of community activity must be of great importance to her.

After moments of careful consideration, he took a picture of the contacts of one interesting group, gracefully tucked his phone in his pocket, and walked away.

—

A month later, Vyn sat with his legs crossed by the waterfront, holding a warm mug of tea and wearing the sweater that Ida had just finished.

“Oh, thank you so much for taking us out today, dear. The sweater looks lovely on you…it’d be a shame if you didn’t keep it.”

Vyn smiled gently to the old woman, insisting that he “mustn’t profit from her handiwork”, but she patted a wrinkled hand on his arm and laughed.

“So sweet! Oh, what a kind man we have…Vyn, I insist.”

Edith took a sip from her own tea. “And handsome too! I bet the waitress was jealous when she came out to see this dashing model with us crones!”

Vyn chuckled, and set his empty mug on the table before standing with his bag. “Well, I do admit that as much as I have enjoyed my time with you, I must be going. And Edith, thank you again for the cardstock. My colleague will be very pleased to see that we may begin scrapbooking our vacation travels. I will continue working on the sock pattern until our next meeting.”

“Of course, dearie! Cozy up with a book when you get around to wearing those—the merino is very soft. Or invite a friend to cozy up with you!” Edith had seemed to listen very intently whenever Vyn mentioned Rosa’s name, and in the moment he felt his features soften at the thought.

He said his final goodbyes to the women, paid the bill as they teased him for being a generous gentleman, and began the walk to the research center.

Vyn would never have expected that he could’ve found so much satisfaction in crafting with others. He had always prided himself in his independent nature, and when he returned to his workplace it dawned upon him that he hadn’t once tried to dissect their mannerisms during their meetings. Instead, he had focused on his own. Their chats gave him a genuine sense of comfort—not only in proving to Rosa that he was capable of sharing his hobbies, but that there were elders who cared for him enough to tease him, or send food when he’s sick, or suggest he adopt a cat. Hell, even as he sat there at his desk Vyn looked down to see the sweater that had been lovingly made for him.

Vyn made a mental note to thank Rosa for her suggestion, and pulled his white coat over the sweater while he tucked his bag of scrapbooking materials to the side. It was a productive day for leisure time, without a doubt.

ty again for the ask! I’m so sorry it’s been so long since I’ve appeared…living is wonky and my brain didn’t Want To but oh well! it may take a long while until I’m done with all of them, but I’m just reminding myself that this is a hobby and I shouldn’t be under any obligation to post lol,,, social media is weird. but I genuinely like everybody sitting in my inbox! Thanks for the patience <333

[lightsiided]

how can you resist this face?

* flirting prompts | accepting

          she groans LOUDLY, covering her eyes with one hand and swatting blindly at him with the other -- though it does nothing to stop her from being swayed. even without looking, rey can picture the way he MUST be staring at her perfectly. it's as good as gazing directly into the pretty blue eyes she knows are watching her alongside the soft, wanting smile and all the other pieces that come together to make up the infuriatingly handsome package of her annoyingly perfect HUSBAND.

her nose scrunches as she comes to a stop in front of him, still stubbornly refusing to look. "they're our friends," she protests -- admittedly, weakly. "we promised."

it's just dinner. it won't be SO TERRIBLE, probably; it might even be nice. they've seen no one but each other for at least the last month, since the party -- their wedding, of course, though it feels almost silly to keep calling it that when the celebration has stretched on for so long. it feels like they've been married for YEARS, at this point -- like there might once have been a time where they weren't attached at the hip, but that time is a distant memory, now, fading off into nothing.

she can admit that neither of them have thought of much besides each other for a potentially embarrassingly long stretch of time. it wasn't that they INTENDED to be so isolated, really. but every time they made an attempt to separate, they'd wind up in the shower together or taking a break to read or work that devolved into kissing so quickly there was nothing to do but enjoy it.

and in a blink, a month had passed since they'd so much as SPOKEN to another person. transmissions piled up around them quickly -- emails, comms on her datapad, letters that went unreturned. rey had planned to get back to everyone eventually, at some unspecified date far off in the future...

there's a sigh as thor pulls her hands away from her face. rey's expression immediately turns pleading; it's exactly as she'd expected and WORSE all at once: pretty eyes, prettier smile, heartbreakingly gorgeous face looking back at her so lovingly. her pulse immediately starts to race.

then, another noise -- strangled, from her throat, making her try and turn away quickly. "you're not even dressed," she huffs, trying to check the time without staring at him, shirtless and muscled and right there. "we're going to be LATE."

everyone is going to tease them as it is. she can't imagine the jeers that will await them when they show up tardy and disheveled, grinning and self-satisfied...

...sickeningly in love, still, after so much time -- staring besottedly into each other's eyes and holding hands tenderly and scooting their chairs together so rey can tuck up under thor's arm between courses.

"we're never going to hear the END of this," she sighs again, resigned this time, turning back towards her husband with a smile she just can't quite fight.

@othunderous

[sungracd]

[ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. AND / OR: [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand.

idc if you're still accepting these :knife: i am forceshipping u. also reading thru this meme was realising how tactile ayaks is dhghdjff i haven't seen a single one he wouldn't do at one point or another lmaooo

How the tables have turned .  Heat rises to their face ,  paints their cheeks a soft shade of pink they can only hope goes unnoticed .  Not because they couldn’t handle a bit of teasing ,  should Ayaks finally decide to get his revenge after all the times Adrian has (lovingly) poked fun ,  but because this tenderness isn’t something they’re used to .  And they’d rather not let that be known .

Ayaks fears nothing .  And while that might make him a fool in some aspects ,  Adrian can’t help but to admire that most about him .  He is unafraid on the battlefield just as much as he is unafraid to love ,  to feel  . . .  to express his desires .  Perhaps there is a part of them that envies as well ;  that wishes they could want ,  too ,  and not feel shame in doing so .

Adrian doesn’t pull away but they don’t feel deserving of his touch either .  There is something gentle ,  almost reverent in the way his lips press against their palm .  Though divinity still lies beneath the surface ,  they had given up godhood long ago .  What could be left for a warrior like him to admire ,  if not power ?

Conflicted ,  Adrian does what they do best  —  push aside uncertainty ,  apprehension ,  in favor of an easy smile .   “  You missed .  ”   If it’s affection Ayaks intends to give ,  they will take it .  Always .  Even if their cheeks burn with the shame of wanting more .   “  My lips are up here .  ”

[familiaanteomnia]

The words had been loving, well intended and yet made his skin crawl. He couldn’t even think of how to explain; not that he could even explain in the first place. Just how much he wished his life was his own to live. Desperately believe in the love they had. Yet it was not realistic. Fully intending to return. Lovingly wipe that slate clean. Futile. Deciding to rummage for what he needed; even though a sinking feeling was happening from the conversation. Worthless bargaining- it had been some time and he didn’t want that confrontation. Not literally mid break up; then again who had he been kidding thinking it wouldn’t get worst. Didn’t have what he needed. But of course that didn’t matter; he was to up and leave per Her request practically right that moment. ------ Limited details made for plenty of boredom. Way too much time alone with himself; waiting for somebody to show up- who knows when. So he kept himself busy with mostly just wastes of time. Spending lots of time in that hallway while he smoked. As if the stringed lights might contain answers in their colorful glow. Especially when they blurred in the smoke. Yet they revealed nothing. So he was unprepared when the person he’d been told to expect finally showed. With what Gabriel presumed was his girlfriend. Both being very attractive. Hospitable, not even thinking to ask any questions. After all, he didn’t need the answers or want too involved in it. Just hopefully get through what he’d been told to do and then get back to his life. Getting dressed; retrieving the dirty laundry from outside the door. Lessening the amount of time they’d take in the bathroom. Then just occupying himself with what he’d been doing prior and waiting. Was not the fondest of returning to Her and much less with an extra guest. Then came a whirlwind of trouble into his life he’d certainly not been in the mood or prepared for. Of course aside from the damage to his property; then came leaving an lot of prized possessions behind. Not the biggest problem he was facing, or about to face. But he couldn’t help some of the upset spilling out into words and body language.The purchase of the lighter surprised him. Yet he didn’t even think it was going to be for him; despite his groaning about his lighter which wasn’t replaceable for many reasons. So- internally taken aback when it was offered to him. Ugly, disposable and cheap plastic. Yet it was more the whole act in general. She didn’t have any obligation; he didn’t say anything about buying one or paying him back. Couldn’t help having some attitude- in part to cover up for how such a little thing was a big deal in his eyes. It wasn’t like he interacted with anybody who would have even bothered if he demanded replacing or anything of the sort. ---------- After lighting up, he made his way over to the empty space for dancing. Losing himself in the music. Tuning out the sounds around him; even that of his friends who were more like family if he was honest. Dancing till he couldn’t anymore before collapsing into a seat where they were. Responding in kind to their teasing as reached for his glass. “Well if somebody wants to show me how I’m supposedly meant to- be my guest.” --------- Maybe he could have said more and maybe he should have. Yet he hoped it was more than expressed in his actions. Love, he might have lost so much and the world was nightmarish. Only seeming to get worst. But he wouldn’t undo meeting the two of them. Couldn’t have the good without the bad after all. In their silence his head was filled with countless words. None of them spoken out into the air. Instead he put them aside; listening and savoring the rambling of Nathan. Picturing the request being made- it would be nice and more than deserved. If he could have any say; they would come out the other end and make it a reality. And then- it all just seemed to stop. Fear bubbled up in his chest; even as he processed what happened when it all stopped. He put it aside as much bigger problems needed to be faced. One of the loves of his life, alone in danger and it clearly being imminent. ----------- So much he’d missed out on; he was far too young and yet way too aged. Usually he was honest but sometimes he just faked it. Loved to hear people talk so passionately about things. Their favorite films even if he personally had no clue what they were talking about. It was easier sometimes in terms of music or literature. Constantly losing track of what he’d said he would check out- being busy or having to work before he could. Most times he genuinely did want to check things out. Out of love; to make conversations smoother and to show interest. Listening was one thing but sometimes it sounded all over the place without the contexts. Then again he also didn’t have the means to do so either. Out of expense, moving around when instructed and lack of actual freedom. Stained fingers brushing at the slip of paper in his pocket. Knowing he would lose it; that he’d feel terrible about it even when he no longer remembered.

[villain-in-love]

cherry vanilla, matcha and blue moon for Jamil? (@canarycurse)

I'm finally done answering this... Sorry for the delay, I was fighting demons here.

cherry vanilla: how does your F/O show their affection for you?

Does allowing me to be stick around by his side without him making a sour face count as an affection?

Just kidding. But it was, at one point, the first sign of affection that he ever showed to Prefect.

I would say that Jamil is a person who prefers to speak with his actions. I mean, this guy got a silver tongue, but it seems to be mostly reserved for nefarious purposes. He’s not that good at expressing his true feelings that way– the words that come out are awkward and he will just end up embarrassed, telling Prefect to forget it. She won’t.

Part of his affection is making sure that she’s alive and well. Maybe helping with some chores or homework, or finding ways to keep Grim busy when this cat is in the mood to annoy her. Treating her constant injuries (things got better after she gained the ability to control magic, but she will always stay a physically inept loser), making lunch not just for himself and Kalim, but also for Prefect.

He also always makes sure to make time for her in his insanely packed schedule, and wouldn’t mind Prefect accompanying him even when he’s busy with something. Even if he keeps a neutral expression and even when he's doing something else at the same time, he listens, observes, and analyses.

I would even say overanalyses. Like many people, sometimes he can’t sleep at night because he’s thinking of his beloved, except he just overanalyses Prefect’s every word and every gesture trying to deduce more information about her. As I always said, scientific interest is a form of love and he wants to study her with a scalpel under a microscope. This feeling is mutual.

He also always tries to come up with a logical the solution if she has any problems. Part of it is just the way he usually thinks, of course, but this time he’s actually invested.

Another way he shows his affection is, surprisingly, by teasing her, making sarcastic remarks and lovingly poking fun of her, mostly her questionable life choices and opportunistic nature. Though that is, honestly, more about allowing her to see that playful and sassy side of him he hides from most of the people behind the mask of seriousness. And it’s only fair because Prefect is also known for showing her affection in a form of roasting him at any chance she gets.

Jamil is not a fan of public displays of affection, so most of the physical affection stays behind closed doors. And when it comes to gestures of physical affection he’s surprisingly gentle and almost innocent, mostly just wanting to stay close and keep Prefect by his side.

matcha: what kind of gifts does your F/O give you? Are they always buying you little presents or do they invest only in larger items for birthdays or holidays?

Useful gifts. The ones that may not seem anything special from an outside glance, but in reality Jamil puts a lot of thought in his gifts. Judging by the information provided in canon, Jamil’s gifts are usually small but high in quality, and are usually the things that fit the situation. Jamil’s quite observant so he knows what people might need at the moment.

So Prefect might receive a new teapot because she's constantly drinking tea and her old one just broke down. Or much needed alchemic reagent for one of her (most likely illegal) experiments. Or a new set of graphite pencils because she’s been drawing using the same old stub for a while now and Jamil just wants to put an end to this travesty.

Also, assuming that this takes place during and after my s/i’s second year in Twisted Wonderland (because Jamil and Prefect weren’t quite at that level of friendship to exchange gifts before the second year), magical artifacts are the best gifts when he really has no other ideas – it's something Prefect can both use as intended or study for her own curiosity… or drain of magic in case of emergency.

Gifts are not something Jamil buys often as something like this just doesn’t cross his mind often. So even in the relationship Jamil will mostly give Prefect something only for the occasions when it’s customary to give gifts – like birthdays or other holidays. (Not that she minds – Prefect sucks at choosing gifts and is always running out of money, and she would hate to stay in debt)

However, if we look into the possible future, if Jamil’s wish to travel the world alone comes true, then it would become a custom for him to buy her sweets from different countries as a gift for when he comes back.

blue moon: is your F/O very routine-oriented or do they like to go with the flow? How routine-oriented are you?

Jamil is less of routine-oriented and more plan-oriented, if that makes sense? Let’s put it that way, he has to babysit look after and serve Kalim – one of the most nonsensical and unpredictable people you will ever meet. Which means that it’s rare for Jamil to get stuck in a predictable routine, for better or for worse. And that taught him to be ready for literally anything that could possibly happen (he can predict at least 100 ways something can go wrong and he’s prepared for every single one of them, but then the 101th thing he somehow wasn’t able to predict happens and then he freaks out.) I think that if left alone in a calm environment Jamil might eventually fall into the routine but I’m honestly not sure if he will actually like it that much.

Prefect is… not a routine-oriented person. In fact, she hates routine so much that she throws herself into a new misadventure at any chance she gets even if it’s dangerous. She’d rather risk her life than get stuck doing the same thing every day. It’s good for her mental health. But not so good for Jamil’s, though.

[causalitylinked]

she didn't even know why she was doing this in the first place. sure, her mother had reminded her about it before she left the house... & so did koji... & even kobato, but... ugh, okay, it's not like she had forgotten about it. the fact that she had purchased a small strawberry sponge cake shouldn't mean anything. if anyone asked, it was because she felt obligated to it, with his parents knowing hers & blah blah blah. yeah, that would be her excuse.

despite the frown that she sported, hana's cheeks painted a deep shade of pink when she stretched out her arms with the cake nicely encased in a baby blue box with a ribbon on top. sure, she could've picked something less expensive looking... even without the ribbon, but her gift would be a reflection of who she was as a person, & if she wanted to make a good impression, better show how detailed she could be. if only han was here to acknowledge it... no, she didn't want to be seen giving this guy a gift.

"if you don't like it, save your comments." her defensiveness already showing right off the bat. "you can share it with kobato if it's too much. or some of your ' many girlfriends '..." definitely poking on the fact that she highly doubted he had any, despite him telling her he wasn't the loser she thought he was. hana rolled her eyes & crossed her arms underneath her chest once it was finally taken from her grasp.

' happy birthday, ryuto. '

            it's ryuto's birthday » always accepting!

    "Are you alright, Hana? You seem awfully red!" As Ryuto spoke, faux concern drips from his tone. Naturally, he knew all too well she was probably just doing this out of obligation, yet upon seeing Hana appear so disgruntled while handing him a gift, a shit eating grin would find itself creeping up along her lips... not because he was particularly happy, of course, but because he himself derived enjoyment from her suffering. Why, there was just something so satisfying about seeing her forcing herself to be nice to him when she'd rather simply strangle him to death, it was enough to make his sadism flare up by twice the amount it normally would when around a cute girl he lovingly bullied.

    "Oh no, since it's from my beloved onee-san, I intend on savouring every last bite; besides, I doubt Kobato has enough of a refined palate to enjoy sweets... and what's more, I'm too busy to even have time for a girlfriend," Ryuto assures her. Despite him referring to Hana as his 'beloved onee-san', however, there was no sincerity lacing his tone whatsoever; in fact, it sounded as though he was merely teasing her rather than treating her with any genuine fondness, but regardless, it doesn't take long for him to smugly accept the box from her hands.

    "But thank you. I shall tell your parents all about how much I loved your gift later!"

@mugunghwc

[thecontumacious]

YOUR WRITING????? HELLOOOO???????? i'm in love holy hell-

is it alright if i request luxiem with an introverted artist s/o who wants to draw their love but has trouble speaking up about it, worrying it'll come out weird ? it's alright if you can't do it!! thank you so much for your writing!!

Luxiem x Artist!GN!Reader

a/n: ehe, i'm glad that you enjoy my work, anon! i appreciate the lovely words~ fun fact: i am an introverted artist myself so this was also a bit personal for me! thank you so much requesting and i hope you enjoy the hcs <3

warnings: slightly suggestive on vox's part (when isn't he tho) and i want to apologize in advance for my vegan/vegetarian fellows because i implied in luca's hcs you're eating meat >-<

disclaimer: the art i inserted belongs to me!

you switch your vision continuously between your lover and your blank canvas, drawing utensil in one hand and absolutely anxious to get that single stroke down.

“oh, come on, you’ve drawn multiple times before. why can’t i do it now?” you mumble to yourself, biting your lip afterwards and then looking back at him. he was, of course, preoccupied with his stream and handling the game on screen. you’d plan on asking him to be your… model, but had never gone to it mostly because your courage hadn’t been up to par. however, when you intended to draw him today, you are held back and the nervousness settles in.

“what if it comes out weird?” you whisper, putting down your drawing instrument of choice back down. you were a fantastic artist! your family, your friends and your boyfriend told you that! you’ve made amazing pieces in the past and even drew some lovely fanart for the members of nijisanji. how is it so hard to draw your own boyfriend though?

was it because the stakes were much higher this time? an obligation to make this drawing very good because it was of your boyfriend? was it because you were worried he didn’t like the way you saw him in your art? okay, that might be exactly it…

you groan and collapse onto the couch, completely stumped and wondering if your dreams of finally drawing your vtuber lover will ever come to fruition.

“babe? are you alright?”

you look up and notice the person of the hour, the exact person you couldn’t exactly face this moment. you shook your head, laughing nervously while brushing your hand away in the air. he cocks an eyebrow at you, noticing the blank page of your canvas and the forsaken drawing tool.

“art block?” he asks, taking a seat next to you.

“n-not really…” you avoid his eyes and this was enough to raise suspicion. he studies your features carefully, in search for the source of your distress. school? work? or was it mere mental exhaustion…? he sighs when he can’t decide.

“who are you trying to draw anyway?”

your heart stops and you begin to contemplate whether it was a good idea to spill what’s been bothering you. when you sneak a glance at him and see his genuine worry, you finally choose to tell him.

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

“okay, vox, d-don’t laugh at me, okay!” you hold the drawing media against your chest while curling your lip.

vox only does the exact opposite of your request, “and why is that, dear? were you planning to draw me nude?”

you slap his arm, face warm from his idea and just how close he got to the actual answer. on the other hand, vox can only enjoy himself after teasing you

“n-not nude!”

“oh?” vox tilts his head to the side, smirking. “so it is me?“

shitʘ‿ʘ

“i- um-“ you look away again, overwhelmed by the embarrassment of being caught in his traps once again. you are at a loss of words, hastily trying to recover.

you then feel fingers grip your chin and you are face to face once again with vox, who is no longer laughing, but rather smiling gently.

“what are you so embarrassed about drawing me, my dear?” vox lets go of your chin and moves his fingers to card through your hair lovingly.

you sigh, “it’s just that… well, i was worried that it wouldn't come out as good. i really want to be able to draw you as i see you, you know? i really want to do you justice in my drawing, vox!”

vox‘s eyes are wide and he can’t help but let his heart skip a beat at how determined (and also really nervous) you are about drawing him.

he knows well enough how good you are at your craft and you always manage to produce such beautiful pieces. yes, he’s seen your times of creator’s block, but to think you’re so anxious because of him…

vox beams at you and brings you close for a tight hug, patting away at your head.

“my love, i know you. of course you will do great with your drawing of me. i have no doubt in your skills. you know what i’ve always told you, right?”

he pulls away a bit to see your face and then you frown.

“if it looks perfect in my eyes, then it’s perfect the way it is…”

“there we go,” he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “i promise you, that whatever you come up with, it will look absolutely beautiful.”

you whine, burying your head into vox’s chest. “goddammit, it’s like you’re hypnotizing me or something…”

you feel the rumble of his chuckle and it makes you smile, despite the slight anxiety.

“perhaps it’s my demonic nature,” the demon says, wrapping his arms around you once again. “while i’m at it, may i hypnotize you into drawing me nude?”

“don’t push your luck, demon!” you punch into his chest but you can’t help but chuckle at his goofiness, as always.

“oh, i just thought it would motivate you to draw me, you know? draw me like one your french girls~”

“vox!”

“i’m kidding!”

…

“you sure you don’t want to—ow! okay okay!”

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

“ummmm, i don’t know if i should be telling you—“

“oh, come on! you’re like, really, really good at drawing. is there anything you can't draw?” mysta exclaims, crossing his arms as he looks at you confused.

“w-well, it’s not that i can’t draw him. i’m more worried if the end result will look… weird.”

“wait, him? who are you drawing anyway?? wait, hold on, is it vox??” mysta leans over towards you and you can’t help but laugh at how silly he was being. “or–or like luca??? no, no, it has to be shu. you said you were worried about coming out as weird so it has to be shu’s fucking complex style, right?”

“why is this becoming a game show?” you say through your laughs, “i might as well not tell you, mysta.”

mysta lurches back and gasps involuntarily, offended (?) what 💀

“it’s gotta be shu, right?” he frowns, curling his lip

“i don’t know, is it shu?” you giggle

“babe!” mysta whines, collapsing onto your lap and proceeds to poke at random spots of your body. “come on, come on, come on. tell. me. tELLLL. mEEEEE.”

he keeps bugging you by poking and inserting more of his guesses, and you are more baffled by the fact he hasn’t even mentioned himself—

“babe, babe, babe.”

“mysta, mysta, mysta.”

“tell me who it is.”

“well, i don’t know!” you chortle, “you haven’t given me a final answer!”

“alright i’m gonna go with…” mysta puts a hand to his chin and looks up. at this point, you genuinely don’t know whether he’s actually making a real, serious deduction or if he’s only going for the act.

“come on, great detective mysta rias!” you cheer him on half heartedly

mysta grins and suddenly sits up next to you.

“it has to be…

“me!”

⊙▂⊙

your jaw drops as you stare at mysta.

“what?” the said detective tilts his head when you don’t say anything (frankly bcs you’re absolutely surprised he actually got it and how you need to respond). mysta then begins to glow, “OH? I GOT IT RIGHT? YOU’RE DRAWING ME?”

you look away, still unprepared for an answer.

mysta shifts so he’s in your peripheral view again with the biggest grin on his face, “you’re drawing me, right? right?”

you push his face away, “y-yeah, i am.”

“awee! but wait, why are you nervous of drawing me? wait, am i that hard to draw?” mysta begins to study himself up and down, and you groan. “no seriously, what are you nervous about? you’re like a really good artist though!”

you turn to mysta and sigh, resting back on the couch

“look, thanks mysta, but… i don’t know. i just want to make sure i don’t mess you up, you know? i really want to draw you as i see you,” you frown, fiddling with your fingers.

mysta is quiet.

of course he would be! you’re so keen on making sure your portrait of him would look nice! but on the other hand, he feels sorta guilty for making you so stressed like this;-;

mysta crawls on top of you and holds your face, smiling brightly.

“hey! i believe in you!” he tells you. “i mean, if it doesn’t come out the way you want it, i’m still fucking ecstatic you drew me??? come on, a talented artist like you drew me??? that’s got to be like top tier.”

you giggle and lean into mysta’s hold

“you really think so?”

“yeah of course!” he leans in and pecks your forehead. “hey, don’t worry about it, alright? i’m gonna love it no matter what!”

you hug mysta and nuzzle into him. “okay, thank you, mysta.”

“so, you wouldn’t be mad if i drew you like this?”

“like wh— BABE THAT’S LITERALLY MY FACE WITH CLOWN MAKEUP— THAT'S HOW YOU SEE ME? NO DON'T MAKE IT WORSE—“

mysta: (-`д´-)

you:(๑˘︶˘๑)

also guys, pls tag me if ya'll ever see or do mysta with clown makeup AJSJSASJAHS

edit: GUYS LOOK 😭😭😭 thank you @holmes-cringe-compilation for the adorable doodle!! mysta should see this istg

other boys utc!

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

“well uh…” you fiddle with your fingers and begin to weigh your choices.

on one hand, you weren’t worried because this was luca after all… but then again, you were also nervous about luca thinking of it the wrong way

maybe it was better you didn’t tell him?

“it’s just someone with like… uh, a bit of a harder reference. like really complex designs and facial features i’m not used to is all, luca,” you smile, raising the canvas to your chest

luca tilts his head and you’re worried he’s gonna start asking questions, but he hums a minute before shrugging

“well, i hope you get it right, babe! good luck! also, what do you want for dinner? i’ll get going to the kitchen!”

“anything you want babe,” you smile as you pat his head.

“alrighty! ribs okay with you?”

“yep!”

luca nods, kisses your cheek before scrambling off to the kitchen.

you were so distracted by him that you almost forgot about your earlier predicament. it definitely wasn’t something you absolutely had to do or anything… okay, maybe it was.

maybe… maybe you could try drawing him again?

luca heals all injuries after all <3

you pick up your drawing elements, taking a deep breath to actually try drawing this time.

with a reference of luca on one hand, you begin to roughly sketch the basic shapes but somehow, it just kept going in the wrong direction or something… or whenever it did, it felt so off?

nope, not doing it today if this ain't me

you collapse once again, fighting the strong urge to toss the damn drawing media you had out the window

“hey, babe, do you want it spicy this time?” you hear luca yell from the kitchen

“it’s up to you, luca!” you answer him

“sorry couldn’t hear you!” that’s when you begin hearing luca stepping back into the living room and before you could even remember to close your reference, it seems luca has seen it already

oh dear

“oh? was that a picture of me?” luca steps closer and no matter what you did at that point, he’s already beginning to suspect

“ummmm no?” you casually flip your phone over and just as expected, luca’s interest becomes more piqued

“yeah it was!” he defies before completely leaning over the couch to reach for your phone.

“no luca wait—“

but with his physical features, your phone was in his in no time splat

“see? it’s me! oh, you’re trying to draw me?” he asks

no denying it now…

“um- well, yes…” you scratch your head awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“wait wait wait, i’m hard to draw?” luca pouts.

“wait luca it’s not like that…”

“ahhhhh i’m sorry for stressing you out like this!!” luca rounds the couch and collapses next to you, comical tears forming at the end of his eyes

you sigh, reaching for him. “luca, nooo it’s not like that… it’s just that i’m so nervous about getting it wrong because i really, really want it to look good. and well, i don’t want to disappoint you…”

“eh? disappoint me?” luca looks up and then sat next to you. “you’re worried it’s gonna look bad?”

“yeah,” you bite your lips and avoided his eyes.

“hey, hey, look at me,” luca’s hands touch your jaw and you reluctantly look at him. but his purple eyes are calming and you bare the embarrassment for him. “i don’t think you’ll ever disappoint me, like ever, babe. whatever drawing you make either of me or anyone else, i think it’ll look super pog anyway! because you’re talented like that, you know?”

you pout, “really?”

“obviously yeah!” he brings you in for the biggest bear hug<3 “you are a real pogchamp! i’ve seen you struggle with art block before so, i know you’ll get there!”

“thanks luca,” you mumble into his chest.

“hey, so like after dinner, can i help you out?”

“help me out?”

“yeah like with your drawing of me! i’m right here sooo i’m gonna help you out like with the posing and details and stuff!”

you grin, kissing his nose, “of course you can, boss.”

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

“j-just someone…”

“someone?” ike tilts his head at you, before biting his lips in thought.

here’s the thing with ike though

he’s more than likely going to figure out what’s bothering you and he’s not going to exactly budge if you don’t cave in

“okay, okay i’ll tell you…” you take a deep breath. “it’s you i’m trying to draw…”

“me?” ike sits a bit straighter, eyes wide and jaw open.

“y-yeah,” you look down and begin to fiddle with your fingers, nervous of the outcome.

ike on the other hand, can only smile gently. “awe that’s so nice, sweetheart, thank you. and what’s bothering may i ask?”

“w-well, ah, you know…” you laugh nervously

“no i don’t know,” ike giggles as he leans against the couch before batting his eyes at you innocently.

this little menace(￣个￣)

“ikeeeee,” you pout

“what?” ike laughs. “i don’t actually know! only you can tell me, darling!”

you groan out of frustration and how terribly right ike was

ike leans in and begins brushing through your hair with only the sweetest and patient smile. he says, “what’s worrying you so much, hm?”

you pout, proceeding to lean your head onto his shoulder

“i’m really worried that i won’t be able to draw you like how i actually see you… i really really don’t want it to look weird and you look so pretty!”

ike was honestly taken aback by that last compliment and he could only chuckle at your cute protests

but other than that, ike is so terribly touched by how determined you were to reach this high of a goal or this invisible obligation to have to draw him in a certain way. out of all people, of course he’d understand how it is since he is himself a creator

he looks at you then places a long gentle kiss on your temple

“hey, listen to me, will you?” ike says, just above a whisper

“hm? sorry, i was rambling, wasn’t i?”

“oh, nothing like that, sweetheart,” ike lays down so now you’re laying down with him on the couch

he begins to comb through your hair again, pecking your forehead

“i understand the stress. this weight on your shoulders. i know what it feels like. to have to put out the best results for someone so we don’t disappoint them. but believe me, y/n when i say you are a very skilled and talented artist. how many times have i just stared at your art pieces and just fall in love with you more and more, huh?”

“shut up ike,” you giggle, causing the novelist to chuckle too

“nope, i won’t do that,” he said. “anyway, what i said is true. yes, i know there are days where you just can’t produce the best of your work but you know what? it’s still beautiful because of just how much effort you put into it! it’s the process that matters really. so, whatever you come up with in my portrait, i’ll love it regardless because you poured your heart into it.”

ike’s words entrance you and the earlier anxiety evaporates gradually

“i know you’re just nervous, so, i’m here to give you uh.. a little push! a little push to get to drawing!”

you chuckle, sitting up to look at him properly. you lean down and kiss his lips, after which you beam gratefully for his beautiful words

“thank you, ike,” you lay back down with him. “that really helped a lot.”

“it’s my pleasure, sweetheart.”

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

“it’s me, isn’t it?”

?????????

⊙▽⊙

ಠ_ಠ

“wh- how did you??”

y/n.exe has stopped working

“wait actually?” shu chuckles to himself. “so you’re drawing me?”

“y-yeah! well, i’m trying to…” you frown, looking down at your drawing utensils disappointed. there wasn’t even a single stroke there, you couldn’t even bring yourself to do it, can you?

“trying? are you on an art block?” shu asks

“not really… it’s more like, uh, um…” you look away again but shu leans over so he’s in your view again. when you still don’t want to look at him, shu grins at you and you can’t help but get infected by his contagious smile.

“okay, okay, it’s because i… really wanna nail this drawing of you, okay? i’m scared that i won’t be able to do you justice in this one, so i don’t wanna mess it up.”

shu hums

then suddenly, shu takes your drawing equipment and begins to… draw something?

you tilt your head towards shu, but he only grins and tells you to wait

“okay?” you lean over but you couldn’t exactly tell what he was really doing

after a while though, shu finally stops and hands your drawing medium back

you look at it and burst out laughing

“it’s cute isn’t it?” shu smiles

“is this me, shu??” you show him the simple doodle of yourself, in black lines and a some bright colors to emphasize your unique features

“obviously! pretty cool, huh?” shu begins to wiggle his eyebrows and you slap his shoulder while still laughing. “not so nervous, are we?“

you realize just what he’s done just like magic amirite and you smile, scratching the back of your head bashfully

that’s when shu suddenly pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist

he goes to peck your nose, laughing when he saw you blush

“oh, you cutie,” shu says through the laughs and then leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “hey there.”

“hey,” you giggle

“look, i know you’re worried about drawing me. but you’ve been through this, haven’t you?”

“yeah, i have. but i’m drawing you, shu. it’s a bit different…”

“i know but i also know that you’re gonna nail it anyway. why?”

“why?”

“i just know,” shu grins. “you’re so skilled at what you do, babe, there’s no reason to be so worried. and even if it doesn’t come out the way you want it to be, i’m still going to love it either way. it’s because you did it and no matter how you look at it, it’s gonna look so good to me.”

“that’s because you’re biased, shu!” you smile

“oh hush we don’t need to talk about that,” shu nuzzles into your neck. “jokes aside though. if it doesn’t look good, you can always try again! you don’t have to rush anything. take it slow and have fun with it. see, i can even help you!”

shu pulls away and crosses his arms, looking off to the side with a proud smile, “how do i look? this is a good pose, right?”

you snort at him and grabbed the drawing media, beginning to draw shu as he was

“okay, stay still, shu yamino!”

“got it!”

after a while, you finish your initial sketch and is ecstatic to see yourself starting

you flip the drawing media towards shu to show him

the moment he sees it, the sorcerer grabs it and grins widely

“see! you’re doing great! oh wow, this is actually like super good,” shu takes a minute to study your work in progress and when he’s silent, you get worried

shu looks up at you and smiles gently, “it looks really good, babe. it really does.”

you sigh of relief, “thanks, shu.”

he places the drawing media down and pulls you in for a hug, burying your head in the crevice of his neck and shoulder

“please don’t worry about it, babe,” shu whispers, patting your head. “i’m sure it’ll look so good. just take your time and relax, have fun with it. your model and reference is literally right here!”

you smile, “thanks shu. i will.”

after that, you immediately get to work with the hype of your initial sketch

and shu is more than happy to pose for you the entire time

“okay turn this way, shu. i need to get a better look at this part of your face…”

“like this?”

“mhm, now stay still.”

“you done yet?”

“nope.”

“babe, it’s been ten minutes and i haven’t moved an inch-“

you chuckle, “you said it yourself you’d help me out, shu!”

shu is about to protest but he grumbles, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“yeah i am, aren’t i?”

guys, should i post the fanarts in full? fun fact #2: i'm editing this while listening to vox's endurance asmr stream im dying rn

Masterlist!

[yuichi-ro]

cw: none

“You know what I hate more than you?”

Amusing your evening rambles with a hum he looks over at you with a slightly elevated eyebrow and nothing more. Almost assured of the next few words that will come out of your mouth. Still he acts interested and lets you carry on.

“Your god damn brother.” Thus falls the rest of the words out of your mouth as you dig into the basket of clean laundry in front of you, “Annoying ass shit. I thought you were annoying? I mean you are- But shit head came in and drank all the milk! Didn’t bring a new one, didn’t offer to pick some up. Drank the fucking thing of milk and then said ‘see you on Sunday’ like I’m not gonna put rat poison in his food?!”

Your tirade continues on as you snap the clothing in your hand as you proceed to fold the last load of laundry for the day. Still one sided as he sits there not even faking enthusiasm for what you were saying. Just the same dopey dumb look that made you tease him years ago. Now directed at you in the most loving way as he listens to your rant on with underwear in your hands.

“Oh my god and I thought nothing could get more irritating than you.” Un-wrinkling your husbands shirt before slipping it onto the hanger to be hung until the next time he needed it.

Still he laid quietly in bed. Stretched out with his elbow propping him half up so he looked engaged. Glasses drooping down his nose but not bothering to fix them as you’d be done soon enough and join him in bed. Even now you were finishing up and lovingly laying out his work clothes for the next day without a second thought.

“And now look, you even picked out my favorite suit for Friday meeting. It’s cause I look good in that one don’t I?” Rindou finally spoke up with a grin tugging on his lips as you turned around with what was arguably his nicest tailored suit in your grasp. 

Amidst your ranting about Ran’s normal stop by on Wednesday because he picked your son up from school like the good uncle he was. You’d folded Rindou’s underwear, re-hung his shirts and pressed his slacks nice and neat so they wouldn’t be wrinkled until the next time he wore them. As well as gathering his clothes out of the closet for the following day. All on auto pilot until Rindou pointed it out.

“I thought you hated me?” Rindou echoed your sentiment from the last decade you’d both known each other. Now with a shit eating grin etched on his face as he no longer took you seriously.

Though you still took your own self very seriously. Taking his clothes for the next day and throwing them at his face as Rindou remained leisurely on the bed. Utterly straight faced when you slam dunked his extremely expensive suit into his face like you intended to suffocate him. 

“I do hate you! You annoying little shit!” Snapping him with his pants like it were a wet towel and this was a locker room. Sadly to no avail though as Rindou snagged his pant leg and tugged it as well as you, down onto the bed with him. 

Grin on his face. And scowl on yours. He rolled onto his back so he could look up directly at you glaring down at him, “This ring and the kid say otherwise.”

Loudly vocalizing your disgust over his choice of words. You rolled your eyes and readied to push yourself off the bed when Rindou grabbed your wrists to hold you still. Leaning up and stealing a kiss from you even if his smile made it a little hard for it to be a real one. He still took it happily when you groaned against his lips and kissed him back.

“God I hate you.” You sighed like you were utterly out of breath. Still not removing yourself from hoovering over his dumb face, “I should put rat poison in your breakfast.”

Ten years ago he might have taken that as a hint that you didn’t like him. But now Rindou took it in stride with a dumb smile and even dumber haircut as he laid sprawled out on the bed under you and his nice work clothes now wrinkled before he even wore them, “I can’t wait for breakfast tomorrow then.”

His cheeky ass. You finally gave up. Collapsing on the bed with your head resting next to his. Rindou rolling over so he could get a more proper kiss this time that only earned a minor groan from you. You might have started the fight. But at this point you realized he might have won the war.