#when i saw the skin it was literally like a weight was lifted off of me. i was SO afraid it was rlly gonna be white

[girlokwhatever]

late nights,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

“paige move. my arm fell asleep.”

you can see her dimly from the streetlights shining through the window, not missing the way she rolls her eyes. you know she heard you, yet chooses to pretend like she didn’t. at her response, or lack thereof, you roll your eyes as well.

“paige i literally saw you roll your eyes..” when she doesn’t answer again, you start pushing on her shoulder in attempt to break your arm free. you catch a glimpse of the time on her bedside table,

1:33 am.

your girlfriend starts to groan, not happy with the new method. instead of sitting up like you want her to, she just rolls on top of you. you let out a huff at her weight fully resting on the entirety of your body. paige is a solid few inches taller than you and very, very muscular, which only adds to her weight. though you’re always happy to be close to her, her antics weren’t amusing.

“aw thanks paigey, now i just can’t breathe.”

“you’re welcome honey.”

she lifts her head, probably just so you can see the smug grin on her face. she pecks your lips and puts her head right back down into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.

you begin to feel the pins and needles in your arms from the new blood flow. it only makes you wince, and as if all the stars aligned for you tonight, paige decides to roll back to her previous spot. right on top of your arm.

“paige! get off or i swear-“ she huffs and sits up, side-eyeing you from her position.

though she’s getting on your absolute last nerve, she does look beautiful. her black sports bra and pajama pants, hair in a bun, and her skin glowing so nice in the orange from the streetlight outside.

“why do you hate me?” her tone is laced with attitude, fronting a persona you and kk like to call “snarky and sassy.” and boy, does she live up to the name.

“i don’t hate you paige.”

“oh really? but you don’t want to cuddle me”

“i do, c’mere. you were just-“ when she lays back down, intertwining your bodies together, you feel the pressure of her knee against your crotch. you don’t know if she did it on purpose or not, but it makes your face grow hot and you thank the lord above you’re facing away from the light. if she saw, she’d definitely tease you about it.

“um.. baby..”

“hm?” you feel her breath hot against your neck, which only adds to your new found body heat.

“your leg is in my vagina right now.”

“s’okay.”

“alright. just jam your knee into my crotch. it’s fine.” she lets out a loud huff, sitting up again. even through her huff, you don’t miss the way her stomach growls.

“hey babe?”

“yes paige?” you already know what she’s gonna say, and you also know how you’re going to respond. she’s interrupted your sleep for too long.

“i’m really hungry-“

“i’m not getting up.”

she stops for a minute, contemplating her options. she stands up, and for a second you believe she might just let you sleep,

but no.

she circles to the end of the bed, grabbing your feet and yanking you towards her. without hesitation, she wraps her arms around your back and lifts you up. you know your fate now, so you opt for wrapping your legs around her and accepting it.

“’m takin you with me.”

she carries you with ease through the darkness and into the kitchen. setting you down on the counter, she moves to the freezer and grabs the box of frozen sausage biscuits. she plops two on a plate and into the microwave and then quickly returns to the space between your parted legs.

“y’know.. i could’ve eaten you instead and we wouldn’t’ve had to get up” she says it with a smug little smirk, the one she has when she knows what she’s doing. she knows the affect she has on you.

her hands are on your thighs now, inching up under her shirt that you’re wearing and her fingers trail the line of your underwear. you’re so entrapped by her tactics that you realize you’ve been holding your breath. her whole hand is almost buried in your panties when the microwave beeps. she slowly pulls away and leaves you sitting there, burning alive. surely now she can see you blushing.

she sets the plate down beside you on the counter once she returns. still smirking, she runs her hands up your sides and they settle on your hips, pulling you closer to her and towards the edge of the counter. her fingers trace shapes on you, you think she’s drawing hearts but you’re honestly too tired to know.

she thinks to herself how beautiful you are and how lucky she is to have you. your skin is soft under her fingertips and she admires the scent of your body wash. she loves everything about you, can’t ever get enough. her skin tingles when you wrap your hands around her neck, playing with the loose hairs on the back of her neck.

she’s so entranced by you she almost forgets the biscuits growing cold. she motions the plate to you, a silent question ‘do you want one?’ but you shake your head no. deep down she’s sorry for making you lose sleep, but she remembers if she didn’t then she wouldn’t get to see you like this, so the thought leaves as quickly as it came.

when shes washing her plate, she almost misses your little “love you.”

her heart pounds, her stomach flutters, and she swears no one has ever made her feel this way before. she wants to crawl under your skin so she never has to be without you.

“i love you too”

now she’s carrying you back to bed, tucking you in and fighting the urge to keep you awake so she can hear your voice all night. but you’re both tired now, so there’s no point.

your back is facing her and she pulls you into her chest, wrapping her arms around you so she knows you’re safe. and you are. with paige you’ll always be safe. the last thing you remember before drifting off is her lips kissing behind your ear and her nose nuzzling into your hair.

“goodnight pretty girl.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**ੈ✩‧₊˚☽｡⋆🀥⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

FIRST FIC WHATTTT

you know i had to hop on the paige train

i hope it’s bearable

[i-am-baechu]

✎ᝰ. Workout ⁞ J. Jungkook

Summary: Having a fiancé is great. Having a hot fiancé is dangerous

Caution: Profanities. smut warning. breast play, mirror sex, wife kink (?) and creampie

Part of ‘ His Fan Girl universe

Y/N hated that she agreed to this. Ever since she admitted that she's been insecure about her weight, Jungkook has made it his mission to make her feel more confident. He's been taking her to the gym every time he went and have her do small things. Running on the treadmill (in a sports bra), lifting weights (as she sat in his lap), and doing pilates (in those pink leggings that he loves). He wanted her to feel confident and he was going to support her no matter what.

In the past couple of days, it's been harder. Jungkook has been flexing more lately and he has ever reason too. Jungkook told her that he's been doing more weights so he could carry her anywhere. It melted her heart to know that he wanted to do that but it also made her feel a certain way. His muscles always wet from working out and his hair sticking to his forehead. It was distracting and he knew this.

"What?"

Jungkook laughed at her shocked face. She was finishing her mile when he came up to her. She thought he wanted his routine kiss but she was wrong. So wrong.

"I said, we should fuck in front of mirror. Self confidence, lesson."

He looked at her with pure eagerness while she just felt shut at the statement. She continued to stare at him with shock and let out a small cough, "Kook, I don't know..."

He pouted at this and wrapped his arms around her waist as his chin set on her chest, "I rented out the whole gym. No one is going to come in."

"Jungkook, did you rent out the gym because you wanted sex?"

"Put me in jail."

Being with Jungkook for almost three years, Y/N knew two things:

He's going to be horny no matter what

She couldn't say no to him

"Kook~" Y/N held onto his bicep as he attacked her neck with kisses that sent excitement to her core. Jungkook couldn't stop staring at the mirror. Y/N's breasts in full view as she sat before him. This is what life is all about.

His fingers went towards her hardened buds, slowly rubbing his thumb against it. Y/N glance through the mirror and their eyes met through the fragile glass, "You know how beautiful you are? Literally have no idea."

"Kook..."

"Tell me what you want." She looked away from the mirror but she quickly looked back when she felt a strong pinch, "Don't look away. Now tell me what you want."

"Please...touch me."

That's all he needed to hear. She let out a sharp breathe when she felt him sucking on her breast and toying with the other. Her hands went to her gym shorts and she grabbed the fabric with a tight grip. He had a smirk against her skin as he saw how flustered she was, "Jungkook-"

"On it."

He stood up and tossed off the shorts as she stared at him with that shy expression that makes him fall deeper in love with her. She stood up and her fingertips gently touched his tattooed arm. She stop when she saw her initials and smiled, "I love you."

"I love you more. Now, on your fours."

She nodded her head and placed a kiss on his cheek. She did what she was told and she was met with her own reflection. She saw her flushed out face and she looked away when she saw Jungkook making his way towards her. His body leaned towards her, kissed her neck. He whispered in her ear that caused shivers down her back, "So beautiful."

He grabbed the tip of his cock, teasingly rubbing it against her slit. Her back arched at the feeling and no matter what, she would never get used to him. She finally felt him and she looked away from the mirror but he pulled out, "Your gonna watch me fuck you. I want you to know how much I love and see how you make me feel."

"But-"

"I'll leave you like this."

She slowly nodded her head and turned to look at herself in the mirror, "O-Okay.."

"That's my wife."

"Jung-Jungkook~."

She watched him move and she couldn't stop looking at his hips that snapped into her. The closeness was killing her.

The moans echoed through the room and Jungkook couldn't help but groan at the sound, "Baby, you're gonna make me come." He twitched and she couldn't help but close her eyes at the feeling, "I-I can't hold-"

"I know babe, it's okay. Let go."

She let out a loud moan as Jungkook continued to snap his hips into her. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her shoulder blades, "You did so good, babe. Goona fill you up."

"Kook~."

With one final grunt, Jungkook trembled as he filled her up. She let out a sigh out and she leaned forward on the bench as he watched his come leaked out of her. He couldn't help but have a proud smirk at his work. He brought his fingers towards her entrance and pushed his come into her causing her to let out a whine, "My wife..."

[djarincore]

Down by the River pt. 2

SUMMARY: Wyll accidentally finds you bathing in the river.

PAIRING: Wyll x reader

WORD COUNT: 1k

TAGS: slight hurt/comfort, fluff, nudity

A/N: another version of this fic but with Wyll I just love this trope sm I wanted to write it again LMAO

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The horns on Wyll's head weighed him down—both metaphorically and literally. The new, extra weight to balance made him uneasy on his legs, which earned him extra cuts and bruises in battle, as well as a singed ego.

He was only as good as his blade. And what good was The Blade of Frontiers if he couldn't even use his blade? Who could he protect if he was stumbling around and people feared his new appearance?

The sun had set long ago and his fellow companions were readying themselves for bed. It was the perfect time to slip away and lament over his new appearance in solitude.

He wandered through the forest aimlessly, ignoring how late the hour was getting. His path eventually led him towards the river where the sounds of water could wash away his thoughts.

Unfortunately for him, the time for quiet respite would have to wait.

As soon as he reached the river, he locked eyes with you, chest-deep in the water. Your eyes widened, but you remained frozen.

“Gods, I'm sorry,” he apologized, averting his gaze to the ground. “I didn't mean to disturb you.”

He didn't expect to see you here. Last he saw you, you were exchanging recipe ideas with Gale by the campfire. He hadn't realized he was gone from camp for so long.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You didn't disturb me. I was just taking a dip—care to join?”

It certainly was tempting. Especially when the offer came from you.

“I won't bite,” you teased, smiling to show off your non-pointed teeth.

“No, unfortunately, that's Astarion’s job.”

The two of you shared a sly smile. Teasing the vampire spawn happened to be a favorite pastime the two of you shared.

Of course, it was all fun and games. Astarion would always come up with a quick quip to shut the two of you right up, something about how the two of you should put your mouths to better use on each other. That little comment always worked, sending you and Wyll in opposite directions to pretend to scout for supplies.

“So, are you coming in or are you going to leave poor, defenseless me here all alone?��� You pouted, pressing both hands over your heart. Though you pretended to look like an innocent maiden, he knew your fighting prowess was a match for him. You could easily fend off whatever malice lurked in the forest, but he would play along.

“How can I say no when you put it like that?”

With a beaming smile, you covered your eyes but left a small sliver between your fingers open.

Wyll wouldn’t say he was a shy man, but to have you watching him made the moment feel too intimate. All at once he could feel his shirt brush over every ridge along his back as he lifted it over his head. And he was keenly aware of the fabric catching on his horns.

“What’s wrong?” Your hand had gone below the water again. Any amusement is replaced with concern.

He was aware of so much wrong with his new body that he failed to realize he was frowning. He tossed his shirt on a rock at the water's edge.

“It's just… me,” he said, like it was something so obvious. He looked like a monster—a devil. You and all your companions had to see it too.

Your brows furrowed and you reached out a hand above the water, droplets fell from your fingertips as you beckoned. “Come here.”

“I-” He swallowed. “Can you turn around?”

You nodded and turned, waiting for his okay. He shed the last of his clothing, leaving it all in a neat pile where his shirt was. He slipped into the river soon after, taking in a sharp breath when the cold waters bit his skin.

He wadded behind you. The water reached just below his pectorals.

“You can turn around now,” he said. He almost wanted to hold his breath. He felt more vulnerable now more than ever. So close to you and completely bare.

You turned and moved closer, hoping to catch his eye. “You know I don't see you any differently.”

He laughed bitterly, turning his head down. His reflection rippled in the water, obscuring any clear reflection. He was glad—he was afraid of seeing the devil looking back.

“I'm serious.” Your hand moved to cradle his jaw, tilting his head up. His eyes were still downcast, sullen, lost in his murky reflection. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“No, but-”

He just couldn't see it anymore—the hero he was, was now just a devil in the reflection.

“Can I kiss you?”

His gaze finally snapped up to yours, mouth falling agape. You wore a cheeky smile.

“A kiss? I-” He felt his cheeks begin to warm. “You want to kiss me?”

“Yes, I have for a while now,” you confessed.

His heart was beating wildly because he felt the exact same, if he was being honest.

The slight nod from his was all it took for you to lean in and meet his lips. He could taste the sweet mead from dinner still lingering on your lips.

“Oh, finally,” an exasperated voice spoke from the bushes.

You both jumped away from the kiss and looked to find Astarion pushing aside some foliage to step out into the clearing.

“What in the Hells are you doing here?” Wyll demanded.

“Looking for a snack, of course. I guess I ended up following the scent of two lovebirds instead.” His signature smirk pulling across his pale face.

“Oh, piss off, Astarion.” You rolled your eyes and splashed some water in his direction. There was no need to be embarrassed by his comments now that the two of you knew your feelings for one another.

The vampire turned with a haughty laugh and called over his shoulder, “Don't stay out too late, lovers, or I'll be telling everyone why the two of you are exhausted in the morning.”

When Astarion disappeared into the brush, you smirked. “Is it too late to stake him?”

“I think I saw a few decently sized pieces of wood on my way here.”

“Lead the way.”

[calmcoldevening]

may i request a fic or headcanons (whatever youre up for!) where sometimes jason will take the opportunity to show off his strength to his s/o? like maybe he lifts really heavy things or when he's chopping firewood he'll rip a log in half with his bare hands 😍

Jason Voorhees x reader, his strength headcanons

Tw: soft, comfort, little mention of murder and blood

• All in all, Jason was a big, really big man and no less a big force. But he didn't want him to show it to you, on the contrary, he was always affectionate and gentle, trying to touch you as carefully as possible. He was a caring, kind partner, your personal teddy bear.

• And yet, sometimes he really wanted to show you how strong he is once again. Look, he's so big and strong, you're so small compared to him. You're not going to leave him, are you? He's so strong, he'll protect you!

• Rather, the desire to show your strength is caused by his lack of self-confidence, sometimes you have to prove to him that you really love him. In his life, Jason has only felt love from his mom, so now he clings to your love in every possible way like a touch-starved person. It's sweet, but sad at the same time. That's why he wants you to see him as a support and support.

• Jason loves carrying you in his arms, because this is not only a way to show how much he loves you, but also an opportunity to show all his strength again. Regardless of your weight or shape, it will lift you up like a real feather. You are so light and sweet in his arms, Jason is ready to pick you up in his arms in a wedding style at any opportunity.

• Yes, you often see him chopping wood. You go outside, into the clearing near your cabin, and you notice Jason. He's still wearing his mask, but he's completely naked from the waist up. His trousers hug his strong thighs, and his shirt hangs neatly on a tree branch. The man has an axe in his hands, and you see how your boyfriend's muscles contract and pulsate under his thin skin with each blow. Those big muscles, sexy bulging veins and sweat running down his sculpted body. You're literally salivating at the sight of your handsome man.

• As soon as Jason notices you, he grins slightly under the mask, blushing a little. Putting the axe down on the grass, the man takes hold of both parts of the log with his hands and with one sharp jerk tears it in half. He likes to impress you.

• You've often seen Jason carrying his victims, both living and dead, on his shoulder. And although they were mostly teenagers and young people, their sizes were sometimes quite large. Still, Jason had no trouble carrying them around like some kind of potato sacks.

• He can kill a man even with his bare hands, crushing the victim's skull, but that's not what Jason would want you to see.

• A couple of times you saw how, at the time of the chase, Jason knocked out the doors of other cabins in the forest just with his body.

• Due to the fact that Jason is not very confident in himself, he can be quite jealous. How annoying it is for him when one of his victims tries to steal you or flirts with you. He doesn't stand on ceremony with such victims. He would grab them and squeeze their flesh tightly, breaking their ribs and making them scream in agony. When the victim bleeds out, he will throw the body on the ground and come up to you, hugging you tightly.

• Often he does not notice how he shows his strength. Sometimes Jason doesn't really calculate his strength and squeezes you too tightly in his arms. That's why there are a lot of marks from his hands on your body, and these reddish marks look a little embarrassing.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

New oc 🤭🤭

"I am the Big Bad Wolf! No mere ball can distract me!" Ella lifted an unimpressed eyebrow, waving the tennis ball in her hand a bit, Fenrir's eyes followed it before they snapped back to Ella's, crossing her arms and glaring down at her, flexing her muscled and puffing up her chest.

"Sureeeee..." She dragged it out, smirking at the wolf when she bared her teeth.

"You best believe it." She huffed out, looking up from Ella when she saw a ball of pink bounce over.

"Oh would you look at that, your owner has arrived." Ella teased, and Fenrir let out a grumble from the depths of her chest, returning to her glare.

"Okay... fetch!" She threw the ball, and Fenrir's eyes widened, quickly running after it, Bridget giggling as she approached Ella.

"Did she do the thing again?" The girl turned to her with a smile.

"Was she being a dick again you mean?" Bridget let out another giggle. "Yes, she was, and would you look at that, the ball did distract her." The princess held her hand in front of her mouth to hide her smile, Fenrir returning with the ball.

When she was a few meters away, she threw the ball back at Ella, and it hit her in the stomach, magic her almost puke, doubling over in pain.

"You stupid mutt! Come here!" They launched, trying to jab each other's eyes and hooking fingers in each other's mouth, ripping at hair and clawing at skin.

"Guys! Guys! We have class in a bit! Don't do this now!!" Bridget's high pitched stressed words hit home to them, and they stilled, turning to look at the girl, both still pulling at the other's hair.

"She's lucky I didn't let my claws out."

"She's lucky I didn't take out the shock collar."

-

"Look what I got for you." Ella smirked, twirling the collar around her finger, Fenrir's eyes widened before she jumped at her.

Bridget held her back with a sigh, looking at Ella with a small frown.

"Why would you do that, you know how she is." Ella merely grinned, waving it in front of Fenrir's face.

"Because it's funny, and I'm definitely going to get her a dog collar for every birthday." Bridget had to hold her back with both arms around her waist now, leaning back to counter the weight being thrown the other way.

"Oohhh, your owner has to contain you... maybe she'll need a leash for that..." She trialed off, pulling a leash out, the pink leather was bedazzled in some places.

"Oh look! It's pink!" Fenrir, unlike Bridget, took notice of the silent jab, and lunged at her when Bridget took the leash from her to admire it.

"You bitch!"

"Says the literal bitch!" Ella countered, sidestepping her when she jumped at her, she landed on her hands, and she turned it into a crouch, then jumped at her again, claws out.

"Come back here you sneaky little-!" She cut herself off, slamming into the wall when Ella sidestepped again.

"ELLA!" Fenrir roared out, the girl opened the doors to the small balcony and jumped from it, landing on the balcony under it, then jumping again and landing in the small courtyard every dormitory has.

Bridget sighed, following Fenrir when she jumped from her balcony and landed next to a smug Ella, who quickly dashed when she realised she was next to her.

She watched from her balcony as they ran around in circles around the fountain, her neighbour beneath her looking up at her balcony.

"What'd she do now?" Bridget smiled down at them, showing the leash.

"Ohhhh."

Bridget had walked down like a normal person, but when she got to the courtyard they were gone, and she could only wander around in an attempt to find them again.

On her wandering, she stumbled upon two new students she didn't know.

"Oh- hi! I'm Bridget! Are you new?" The two looked at each other with a small frown, but the blue one smiled and reached out her hand for a handshake.

"Hi! Yeah, we're new, i'm Chloe! This is Red-!" She got cut off by Bridget hugging her, she was about to hug Red too when she quickly stopped her.

"We're transfers, we're looking for room 111?"

"You're in luck! Mine is 108! We're hallmates! Don't be surprised if you hear a lot of yelling." She warned, but instead of helping she only looked around.

"Hey- quick question, have you seen a blue haired girl- about the same height as me, being followed by a grey haired girl- tall, a bit buff, probably running against a few things the latter tricked her into running against?" As if on cue Ella and Fenrir ran past, back into the school.

"Ella! Stop running! I have new transfers here-!" She didn't have to say twice, the girl ran back and used her as a barrier for Fenrir, who bared her teeth in a growl, long canines glinting dangerously in the sunlight.

"Bridget. Get away from her so I can get my hands on that stupid neck of hers!" She tried reaching for her neck, going around Bridget, but Ella crouched and clung to Bridget's legs.

"B! Get that dog something against Rabies!" It only enraged Fenrir more, and she tried going around to get to her, but Ella switched places with her.

"Bridget!" Fenrir all but whined, lamely swatting at Ella, who stuck out her tongue and middle finger. "She flipped me off!" Fenrir pointed accusingly, Bridget looked at the two transfers with an apologetic smile.

"This would be the yelling... I'm sorry, i'll help you in a minute."

"Yeah, listen to your owner."

"JUST BECAUSE SHE LEGALLY OWNS MY FOREST DOESN'T MEAN SHE OWNS ME!" Fenrir barked out, and Ella held up her hands.

"Just saying, your pack might live there but she owns it... so technically she owns you too." Bridget quickly stopped the further bullying by speaking up.

"Fenny, take away the claws. Ella, you know how she gets when you say the wonder forest doesn't technically belong to her, don't bring it up please." She send Ella a pleading look, the girl shrugged. They all didn't notice the blue transfer's bafflement at the identity of the fellow blue haired girl, her mom's stories of how she was back then were complete lies.

"Pointing out the facts gets you burned, got it." Fenrir tried swatting her behind Bridget's head, but the girl grabbed both of her hands and smiled at the two transfers.

"I'll help you two get to your dorm now. Fenny, if you don't stop i'll contemplate actually using that leash." The wolf quickly stuck her hands behind her back, looking away from both of them, noticing the girls.

"Who're they?" She pointed at the two royals, who frowned at the fact she really hadn't noticed them before.

"The transfers dipshit, fuck you think they were."

"Ella."

"B, it's not my fault she's dumb."

"Fenny I will literally use that leash if you don't stop trying to kill Ella."

-

"When I grow up, I want to hire a huntsman to hunt Fenrir down and make a fur carpet out of her, so I can keep walking over her until my very last day." Ella spoke up randomly, the group sitting at one of the picnic tables in the main courtyard.

"Huh?" Red looked up from her sketchbook, frowning at the statement, Chloe gaped at the cruelty of making a fur carpet, and Bridget sighed.

"You want to what now?! You know what I will do when you grow up?! Take my pack and tear your family to pieces!" Fenrir punched her fist into the palm of her hand, shooting up from her seat next to Bridget and across from Ella.

"I will be using that leash if you threaten her again, also, Ella, please stop." Bridget pleaded, holding her hands clasped together, her elbows on the table.

"See! Why did you have to get that leash!" Fenrir pointed at Bridget, Ella standing up now too and leaning over the table, the tremble of her standing up almost made Red's pencils roll off the table, but Chloe stopped them in time.

"Be glad she's not using the collar!" Ella jabbed her finger in Fenrir's chest, the grey haired girl huffed and leaned back, crossing her arms.

"Okay... let's calm down..." Bridget tried, prying Fenrir's hand out of the folded arm, and holding it, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles.

"I could get you guys some tea?" Ella and Fenrir both shared a look, then looked at Bridget.

"Why?"

"Because you're mad... at each other... again?" They both smiled and shook their heads.

"We're not!"

"She's just threatening me with death because she's happy!"

"Yeah! Totally not because I want her dead!" Ella glared at her, and Fenrir crossed her arms again, smirking, this time taking Bridget's hand with, she was now slumped against Fenrir's body.

"I give up..."

-

"Bridget... there's a cat on my balcony." Fenrir stood in front of the princess' doors a few nights later, being followed by a meow of some cat.

"Help me!" She shrieked out, jumping into Bridget's arms as the cat got within a 5 meter radius.

"How does this keep happening to you? This is a problem i'd love to have." Bridget shook her head, taking Fenrir inside and placing her on her bed, smiling as she pulled her knees up and placed her chin on them.

"I'll take care of it, then you can go back to bed and sleep it off, all right?" Fenrir slowly nodded, gripping onto a heart shaped pillow with her life.

Bridget went to her opened doors, where the cat was about to enter.

"Hi baby! How about you stay outside?" The grey cat hissed, completely ignoring her and trotting past her, proudly walking towards the wolf, who was scrambling to get further away, ending up with her pressed against the headboard as the cat jumped up and rolled up at her feet, falling asleep with her staring horrified at it.

"B-bridget?" She stuttered out, sounding utterly horrified, and the girl could only give her a sympathetic look.

"How about we go sleep in your room and leave her here?" The cat seemed to wake up at that, crawling into the space between Fenrir's legs and chest, and falling asleep squeezed between the two, Fenrir staring at Bridget as she froze up.

"I want my mama..." bridget shook her head slightly, smiling as she sat down next to Fenrir, rubbing her back softly to try ease her spiking heartbeat.

"Don't get a heart attack now sweetie, let's try get her off and we'll leave and i'll sleep over in your room." She kissed the side of her forehead, gently grabbing one of her hands and eased her out of her locked position, helping her slowly sit with her legs hanging from the bed, feet on the ground.

"Okay, i'll take her off now- Fenny!" Bridget lightly scolded her, Fenrir had stood up straight very quickly as soon as Bridget had let go of her hand, the cat clinging to the bare skin of her thighs.

"Bridget." She managed to get out with the same broken and small voice of before, staring at her with wide eyes.

"All right honey, i'll just take her off of you and we'll go to your room." She slowly unhooked her claws from her skin, the cat begrudgingly letting her place her on the bed, and as Fenrir was leaving the room, being guided by Bridget, the grey lump of fur set its claws into the skin of her back, holding on tightly as it climbed up to her shoulder and just hung there, from her skin.

"Doesn't that hurt-?" Bridget shook her head lightly, holding both of Fenrir's hands as she coaxed her back into her own dorm, sitting her down on her bed, the cat detaching and sitting in her lap again.

"I'll go lay down now." Bridget quickly got into the bed on the other side, the summer sheets were not thick enough for the harsh winter.

The cat took its time getting off of Fenrir and lying down on the white sheets, and she had never seen someone get under their sheets quicker than Fenrir in that moment.

The wolf curled up against her, her head under her chin, her arms wrapping around her waist and intertwining their legs, Bridget rubbed her back, softly humming.

"You're warm." Bridget smiled, kissing Fenrir's hair.

"Is it bothering you?" Her muffled voice came from under the sheets, the cat plopping down on the sheets right where Fenrir's shoulder was.

"Not at all, I was getting quite chilly."

-

"BRIDGET!" Bridget's head snapped up when she heard the distressed cry from Fenrir, who ran up to her, the grey cat from before following her.

She hugged the princess close, who was regretting her choice of wearing a thick sweater when she was most likely going to be around Fenrir for the most time.

"It's following me!"

"I see that honey, how about we ignore her and get us some lunch instead?" She send a smile to the cat, who was getting close to Fenrir's trousers, probably going to claw her way up to her shirt again.

"The cat's still following you?" Ella popped up, wrapping an arm around Fenrir to keep herself warm.

"Yes!" Fenrir sounded actually distressed.

"And why are you all huddled around Fenrir?" Red asked, Chloe hugging her close, with blue lips from the cold.

"It's cold."

"She's scared of the cat." Fenrir took offence to that and huffed, looking away from the princess.

"It's not that cold." Red sighed, looking at the blue princess conjoined to her, who had been complaining about the cold for longer than she could recall.

"Told you." Fenrir tried shoving Ella off, but the cat had jumped onto her back and was clawing it's way up to her shoulder, having her hunch over so she wouldn't fall as she laid down in the back of her neck.

"Let's go get lunch!" Bridget beamed, pushing up her sleeves, taking ahold of Fenrir's hand and taking her with her to the dining hall, in turn also taking Ella with.

"Gosh! It's actually quite cold!" Bridget shivered, sitting down next to Fenrir, who shared a look with Red when Chloe sat down next to her and scooted so close their bodies almost melted together.

"This is the most action you've had in your whole life." Ella remarked as she sat down next to Fenrir too, and the girl was about to cut her down like a tree when Bridget started cooing over the cat in her lap.

"Don't engage with the devil Bridget." The girl rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss Fenrir's cheek, then turning to her soup with her usual smile.

"What does Uliana do in these times? I suppose she can't do much in freezing weather?" Chloe asked, blowing on the tea she had.

"She usually just plays with the water temperature of the dormitories so everything is way too cold or a blazing savannah." Fenrir explained, taking a bite of her bread.

"She doesn't do much against Bridget in this time, it usually starts up again around March, so in a few days it'll begin again." Ella picked up on the explanation. "It's only this cold in december and January, but sometimes in February too, it starts to melt in march.” She went further into the weather here, since theh might not be familiar with it.

"Maybe the devil will leave then." She looked down at the sleeping cat, Bridget leaning against her as she picked up her bowl to keep her hands warm.

"Plus point to the beautiful snow is the fact that we have a personal heater." She tilted her head so it laid on Fenrir's shoulder, the wolf tinted pink as she looked away.

-

"Um- would you like to join me for a walk-?" Fenrir asked Bridget, fidgeting with her hands and looking away, her words were oddly formal for her.

"Isn't it a bit too cold for that? How about we hole up in my room instead? I'll make us some tea, we could make cookies?" She slowly nodded, looking down at the snow with a small frown.

"I just wanted to watch the snow with you..." She muttered under her breath, Bridget took her hands and smiled, stepping closer.

"We can watch the snow when we're warm and cozy inside, let's go hun." She pecked her cheek, loosely intertwining their fingers and 'dragging' her with.

-

"Why's there a cat here?" Uliana arched a brow, looking at the cat that was circling Fenrir's feet.

"He's here for the sashimi i'm about to make you." Fenrir stepped closer, cracking her knuckles as Uliana took a minuscule step back.

"Mh, sure man, now where is the little princess? Needs her dog to safe her again?" As if on cue Bridget appeared, walking up to Fenrir and kissing her cheek, then turning to Uliana.

"Hi! What's wrong?" Fenrir quickly took her away from that situation, the cat trialing after her with his tail held high.

"Wanna walk?" Bridget giggled, placing a hand on Fenrir's chest as she leaned closer.

"No thank you honey, we should get started on those cupcakes though."

-

"Got you something...." Fenrir revealed the -this time- not dead body of a brown rabbit, which was anxiously looking around.

"Fenrir." Bridget sighed, how many times did she need to say this? "Don't bring me animals, they have lives too, if you accidentally kill it its family won't be so happy." She booped Fenrir's nose, carefully taking the rabbit from her and releasing it onto the grass field next to the picnic table.

"...okay." Fenrir watched dejectedly as the rabbit hopped away in a hurry, looking back at Bridget after.

"Don't be sad about it honey, it's back with its family now...."  She trialed off when the cat came proudly trotting over with said rabbit in his mouth, very dead, and dropped it at Fenrir's feet.

"And i'm not allowed to bring dead animals anymore, I see how it is." She huffed, taking the dead rabbit, the cat following after her as they went to dispose of it.

"Do you ever think that might mean something?" Chloe watched from her place next to Red, curiously eyeing Fenrir and the cat.

"You should just look for something on wolves, dogs might work too." Red shrugged, the two of them watching as Bridget scribbled something on her homework.

"Mh, maybe, it's probably just affection or something." The two princesses shared a look, both probably knowing Fenrir did it out of a little more than mere affection.

"Sure, if you think so."

-

"Bridget!" Fenrir happily picked her up and rubbed her face against hers, smiling brightly as she set her down.

"It's only been a week honey..." Fenrir rolled her eyes, holding Bridget's hands close.

"I went crazy being alone with the cat for so long." Bridget giggled, following Fenrir to her dorm, the wolf holding her suitcase for her.

"I got you something-."

"Is it an animal?" Bridget asked as they stopped in front of the doors, tilting her head.

"Uh- no? It's not an animal this time!" She let out a sigh of relief, the cat at Fenrir's feet meowing in agreement with his... owner?

"All right then, what is it?"

"It's..... this!" She threw open the door to her dorm, a box was sat on top of her bed, wrapped neatly in pink with a big white ribbon on top.

"Couldn't find a pink ribbon." She sheepishly smiled, and Bridget quickly went up to it to unwrap it carefully, revealing a magical mixer, you just had to put some magic in the magic stone and it would mix according to the settings you set it to.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" She jumped onto Fenrir, wrapping her legs and arms around her and burying her face in her neck.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" The muffled words reached Fenrir's ears, but didn't go any further.

The wolf stared at the floor, holding Bridget up, patting her back.

"I love you."

"Awww, I love you too Fenny!"

"No- as in like, non platonic, as in I want to be your girlfriend type of I love you." Bridget, who was now back on the floor, let out a soft Oh.

"Right... uh- I mean-." Fenrir sighed, turning away to go, when Bridget turned her back around and kissed her lips.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend."

[eddiesxangel]

Sugar and Spice | Santa!Eddie x Reader

Thank you to my beautiful darling Gia @onegirlmanytales for the prompt 🩷

“Santa Eddie and Sugar Plum are making a gingerbread house that turn into a food fight and then fucking in the kitchen while they lick the frosting off of each other ☺️”

wc: 1.4k

cw: pet names, p in v, blowjob, nipple play, food play

“Babe!” You scolded, “It will fall if you put too much icing!”

“How does that make sense? It’s like extra glue?”

Your gingerbread house looked like it belonged in Alaska with the amount of “snow” Eddie had used.

“I know, but it’s going to get too wet and gooey and crumble!” You huffed. You wanted it to look pretty and cute, not like it had been made by a 5-year-old.

“Oh, I know something that also crumbles when it gets wet and gooey,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Don’t be gross!” You laughed.

About half an hour later, you were still frustrated; the house walls were collapsing.

“Why won’t it stay!” You cried out in frustration.

“Why don’t we take a breather?”

“No, I want this to work!” You really should have listened to Eddie. You were at the point of steam coming out of your ears.

“Sugarplum…”

“What!”

You look up at him, and a little green jellybean bounces off your forehead.

“Eddie!” You scold as he is bent over laughing.

“It’s not funny!” You try to hold back your laughter, but how could you when it was so ridiculous?

You retaliated by tossing a handful of the peppermint swirls at Eddie.

“Oh, you wanna play it that way?” Eddie cocked an eyebrow.

“No! No! I take it back. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” But it was too late. Eddie had picked up the leftover icing and started to chase you around the kitchen table. You were quick. You managed to outrun him around four times, but then you got dizzy and tried to escape on the left. But Eddie was cunning and saw how your brain worked.

He anticipated the switch and got you by the wrist before you could escape.

“Got ya!” He tugged you into his middle and smeared the sweet white icing all over your cheeks.

“Babyyyyyyy” you whined.

“I didn’t think you could get any sweeter sugarplum.” Eddie bent down and licked a tiny bit off your cheek before peppering small kisses all over your face. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.

You tried to shimmy your way out of his grip to get the piping bag, but he was too strong.

“You know… I can think of a better way to use this stuff…. It’s clearly not working on the house.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What do you have in mind?” You decided to play along.

“Take your shirt off, and I’ll show you.”

Eddie let you go tentatively… making sure you wouldn’t try anything in retaliation...

Eddie watched as you wrapped your arms around yourself and slowly lifted your red Christmas hoodie. His eyes glazed over when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra and that your nipples were already peaked and ready for Eddie’s attention.

You let out a squeak when you felt something cold and wet touch your chest. Eddie had squeezed the sugary substance onto your chest.

“Eddie!”

You watched as Eddie licked his lips before he tilted his head down and wrapped his mouth over your nipple, coated in the sweet, sugary goodness.

“Mmmmmmm” you let the weight of your head take over as you moaned with pleasure. With your neck exposed, Eddie took the chance to squeeze more icing into your supple skin.

“Oh-ohhh, that’s nice,” you stutter as the goosebumps spread across your skin.

“You taste so good… just like Sugar”

“I guess the nickname is fitting,” you sigh.

“Yes, it is, my sweet girl.” Eddie’s hands found your waist and pulled you in closer to him. He squeezed the icing into your lips and tossed the bag onto the kitchen table before kissing you sensually.

It was literally the sweetest kiss the two of you shared. The taste of ginger, vanilla icing, candy cane and Eddie swirled around in your tongue. You deepened the kiss; you wanted more, needed more. Eddie was intoxicating. Everything about him made you need more.

“What are you trying to start here, baby?” He asked playfully.

“Me? You got me half naked in our kitchen,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“Yes, just how I like you.” He bit your lower lip.

“I thought that was fully naked?” You slip your hands under the waistband of his plaid flannel pyjamas.

“You cheeky little thing. You trying to take advantage of me, Sugarplum?”

“Can’t a girl just love on her man?” You ran your hand lower to cup his hardening cock.

“You can do whatever you want,” his breath hitched.

“Got any of that icing left?” You slid his pants down his thighs.

“Oh, you cheeky little thing.” Eddie bit his lip and handed you back the bag.

You strategically squirted some in the tip right where a bead of precum lay. You begin to kitten lick the tip, collecting to set and salty taste of vanilla mixed with Eddie. You hummed at the taste and piped more icing all the way from the tip to the shaft, avoiding the soft, curly hair at the base.

“Oh you are a little tease”

“Just gotta get my fix,” you winked before licking him from top to bottom, following the line of sugary goodness you had placed down moments before. The fallen gingerbread house was long forgotten as you enveloped Eddie’s shaft in your mouth. Eddie’s eyes rolled back with suffering lashes as your warm mouth worked his shaft. The mix of saliva, icing and precum was a delicious lubricant on Eddie’s hard cock.

“Fuck you’re so good at this.” Eddie’s knees buckled as he leaned into the kitchen table for support.

“Better than gingerbread house making?”

“Shut up” his cock slipped off your lips with a loud *pop* and continued to work his cock with your hand.

“You know we’re out of icing, but I can think of something else white and sticky to help hold that house together.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed.

“Wh-aa what?” Eddie stuttered but cut you cut him off as you took just the tip back into your mouth and gently sucking on the head.

“You like that baby? You like having my cock in your mouth?”

You hummed in agreement. The vibration of your mouth was too much. Eddie needed to pull you off before he blew his load.

“I need to fuck you, Sugar” he helped you up and bent you over the kitchen table.

Your pussy was already dripping from the foreplay. It didn’t take much to get you ready for your man to finally stick it in you. You felt his hands spread your pussy lips before slowly plunging in two fingers.

“Ohhhhh,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his strong fingers massaged your inner walls.

“Yes baby get loud for me.”

“Mmmmmmfph”

“You ready for me sweetness?”

“Yes.”

You leaned into Eddie’s body as he stretched you out. The feeling of him filling you made you cry out in pleasure once again.

“Fuck, your pussy was made for me” Eddie gripped your hips with each hand and started to speed up his pace.

“It’s all yours,” you sigh.

Your mind went blank; the feeling of Eddie's cock brushing your walls was the only thing you could focus on. A blot of lighting struck through your body as Eddie wrapped his arm around you to give your clit the attention it desperately needed.

“You fuck me so good, baby!” You moaned as Eddie’s hips snapped against your ass. The sound of smacking skin filled the empty kitchen.

One of Eddie’s hands moved up from your hip to your hair. He gave your scalp a small tug to bring you up so you were flush with his chest. His other hand continued on your swollen bundle of nerves.

"Gotta fuck my girl right, can't have her running off," he spoke into the side of your neck before assaulting it with his mouth. You knew you would have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow. Thank god it's winter...

“Baby, I’m so close,” you whispered. The combination of him inside and on you was getting you close to your breaking point. “Can’t hold it anymore.”

“Let go for me, Sweetness”

You were cumming in an instant. Your shaking legs somehow held you up as your orgasm spread throughout your body.

“Good girl, let go for me,” he huffed. He baby you back down, and with one last stroke of his cock, he pulled out and let his release spurt out onto your ass and lower back.

“Why did you pull out?” You asked after you came back to earth moments later.

“ 'cuz I thought we could use more icing for the house…”

"Eddie!"

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[base0h]

can I have a shy yet a very good drawer GN!Reader who still hasn’t confessed their feelings X Law, Sanji, and Zoro?

Much platonic love And a happi day/night to you! ✨😀

a/n - awww this is so cute anon 💜💜 much love to you as well :)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, none

- Zoro is on the shyer side as well, so you both can enjoy some pretty comfortable silences (he’s sleeping)

- he won’t ever admit it.. but he really likes it when you just sit by him while he trains just to keep him some company

- he wouldn’t enjoy anyone else but you, you’re like a little anchor for him to remind him that someone’s always there for him

- you’re an artist, he knows that VERY well. He’s peeked at a couple of your sketches of chopper and Robin, let’s just say he’s very impatiently waiting for his

- pls you ended up sketching Sanji first and he saw that and almost crumpled it up

- didn’t want to ruin or waste your beautiful talent tho

- one day, when he was training, you saw him lifting his weights per usual, swinging his katana, as well as squat jumping and all that

- he looked- unusually perfect today (not that he didn’t before) but- his expression, as well as his figure was almost picturesque

- you started sketching almost immediately, not even knowing your hand could move that fast. You were scribbling so intensely that the lead broke several times, much to your disdain

- “Y/n can you hand me the towel.”

- ….

- “Hello?????”

- he ended up walking over there while you were entranced in your drawing, finally finishing a rough sketch of the quite beautiful “model” zoro

- he saw it and had trouble keeping his jaw from dropping

- he walked back in front of you, surprising you when he threw an eraser at your forehead to snap you out of it

- “Look, this pose is better right?”

- you closed your sketchbook almost immediately.

- oh shit, he saw it

- “make sure my biceps look big please.”

- “I’M NOT A FREELANCER.”

- Law is a man of very few words, and when he speaks they’re almost always very negative or pessimistic

- but he can never seem to say anything negative about you or else I’d beat his ass

- he knows you’re an artist, and that you mainly just like to draw in your alone time, it’s a nice private activity

- mans a stalker

- will literally find the perfect window to your room just to take a peek at your drawings

- why are they all of Bepo and not him

- EVEN SHACHI GOT A DRAWING? TF?

- stormed off like a little baby 💀

- as you can see, he doesn’t get jealous easily

- he hasn’t confessed to you, but it was extremely obvious to the entire crew…

- you two always had tea together in the morning, sat together in down time, went over plans, and even talked normally together (which he literally never does)

- but- you’re lowkey oblivious asf so you don’t pick up the cues 🥰

- you two were drinking tea together, bright and early as he read the newspaper, and you took out your sketchbook

- the rays of sun coming through the tinted windows of the polar tang lit up his tan, cool toned skin perfectly

- he didn’t have his hat on to cover any of his scraggly features. The bags under his eyes, his intense gray eyes, sharp jawline, goatee, everything about him was accentuated in the light

- you started to draw this very bigass crush of yours in the most detailed way possible

- the silence was almost too peaceful for Law, part of him wanted to initiate a normal conversation, maybe- “how are you today?” But the poor guy was too nervous to talk around you

- he peeked over your shoulder to see you furiously adding details to his drawing

- damn he looked good- did he look like that????

- man thought he was so ugly 💀

- hey maybe let’s give y/n a compliment right? That’s the normal thing to do!

- he had a tint of pink on his cheeks, and couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “Why are my eye bags so big.”

- law 💀

- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT - law having and existential crisis

- Corazon be disappointed up in heaven 💀

- “because you have ginormous eyebags???”

- …

- watch him wear concealer now 😭😭😭

a/n - I loved this an ungodly amount lmao

[pearlywritings]

Bath is better when shared

synopsis: what is a better way of spending the evening if not taking bath with your lover?

pairing: Diluc x fem!reader, Kaeya x fem!reader

tw: fluff, kinda suggestive in Kaeya’s part

word count: 2k+ in total

a/n: digging up my drafts... these were started in May of 2022, good lord

Diluc

Warmth. Being a Pyro user, Diluc was constantly surrounded by warmth. It seeped through his skin and straight to his bones, or maybe it was the other way? Come to think of it, the other way it actually was. From the beats of his blazing heart the warmth spread through his body and warmed his skin, quite literally making him a walking heater, as those who were close to the winery owner called him.

Then why did it feel like he wasn't only exuding warmth but also consuming it? It didn't make any sense for a man of his character - he always gave and usually refused to receive.

Yet his cheek felt warm, pressed to something soft and smooth. His heart fluttered under something warm - something that didn't belong to him. He felt his hair - scorchingly red - being touched and caressed, who would ever touch the fire?

You did. You softly watched his relaxed expression, long eyelashes on his cheeks, mouth slightly ajar and puffs of breath caressing the skin of your breast. Your palm lay on his broad chest, just over his heart, feeling its steady beating. Your other hand was tangled in his hair; wet strands clinging to your fingers and cascading down his shoulders, trapped between your bodies.

Sleeping Diluc was cute. You wished you could capture this moment somehow, as he completely relaxed around you and gave in to letting you be the one to hold him and not vice versa. His weight, fully draped over your body, wasn't unwelcomed; if anything it grounded you in reality, reminding you that he was real, he was there, with you, alive and well, and was finally resting after days and nights of his never-ending self-imposed duties.

You were happy and cheering to your past self for convincing your lover to get a bigger bath, so you could fit there together effortlessly. Now it was truly paying off, as you could  stretch your legs in any direction not afraid of them getting numb and relax alongside the man who held your heart in his hands. 

But even with the warmth of his body the water was slowly getting colder, and you had to coax the man out of his drowsy state to dry and head to bed.

Diluc’s throat strained with a soft groan when you gently scratched blunt nails over his chest.

“Firefly, we need to get out, it’s getting chilly,” your voice was sweet, yet firm, fingers now tapping on his skin, the other hand releasing the strands of blazing flames. Your lover let words register in his mind, savoring the sound of your voice and the fond name you loved to call him. With another barely audible groan, he turned his head to face the ceiling and cracked both eyes open, squinting and blinking from the light intrusion. However when his sight was back to normal, the first thing he saw were your enchanting eyes. He was spellbound by their beauty, by devotion and love reflected in their depths, corners crinkled in a silent smile.

“Are you back with me?” Fingers gingerly brushed his fringe away and lingered at his cheekbone, sending tiny jolts of electric pleasure through his system.

“I am,” came hoarsely, but he didn’t care, absolutely captivated by your smile, sleepiness still etched in his features.

“How about we get out?” You repeated your suggestion, feet planted on the bottom of the bathtub, aiding you in slightly rearranging your position to straighten up.

With his back pressed to your stomach and his head resting on your chest Diluc had little desire to move, but you were right. Lifting his arms from under the water, he put them on the edges instead and pushed. Your hands instantly reached to his shoulders, kneading tensed muscles and eliciting a pleasured exhale from the redhead.

“I hope you don’t feel too discouraged. I am ready to compensate with cuddles in bed, does it sound good?” His eyes dropped closed, body too comfortable to move, though he managed to nod.

“I’d love to, my flame.”

“And you will not run to your office right after we exit the bathroom and change?”

“Mm, no…”

“Promise?”

“Promise…”

It felt like Diluc had never had a harder time to get up in his life. With bliss infiltrating every single cell of his organism it was a hard task to gather the strength and stand confidently on his two feet. It got easier, when he had to help you by offering an arm to latch onto.

“Thank you, dear,” your lips were so tempting, moving and shaping with every word that left your mouth, and the man found himself unable to divert his gaze.

“Kiss me,” the suddenness caught off guard not only you, but him as well, redwine eyes widening in surprise, while yours narrowed in a teasing manner.

“Oh? Is it going to be my way of thanking you? I sure don’t mind. Now, come here…”

Arms wind around his neck and his firmly gripped at the curves of your hips, bringing you closer, heat radiating off of his body and penetrating you all the way inside. Lips met in a slow, languid kiss and Diluc contently hummed, when you took some initiative. The affectionate action gave him just enough power to step out of the bath, not breaking the lock of lips, and then hoist you up to bring you out as well. A soft squeal of yours was what broke the kiss and plucked at the strings of the man’s soul. How could you be so perfect…

“Come on, let’s get dry before you are reduced to nothing more but a puddle, no way I am dragging you to bed,” your joke was met with a quiet chuckle of his own, as he turned to grab the towels for both of you, following your suggestion.

“Sure, my flame. Was I a bother?”

“Never, Diluc. I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

At that his lips stretched into a small smile. Yeah, he indeed enjoyed it.

Kaeya

Letting out a sigh, Kaeya lowered his head on the edge of the bathtub behind. Today was downright exhausting. Jean busied him with recruits' training on top of his daily patrol and paperwork, which lately was a lot. Archons, where did people manage to find so much trouble to submit so many reports!?

Huffing, the man moved his tense shoulders, water just barely reaching the middle of his chest. It was so warm and welcoming, aching muscles relaxing and skin tingling as if prickled with many many tiny needles. Honestly, he missed the horses, as his two legs had to carry him on throughout the day and sometimes even night.

Elbows resting on the edges of the tub and one knee bent, Kaeya sighed again, fingertips lazily brushing the water surface, eyes closing and a weary expression frozen on his handsome face.

"You sigh so much and so dramatically, which makes me think you are the Anemo Archon and are trying to blow something off," your teasing voice reached his ears and a smile tugged on his thin lips. There you were, his main source of good vibes.

"Is that so?" Turning his head and opening his always uncovered eye he spotted you in the doorway, shoulder supported by a frame, arms loosely crossed over the swell of your, barely covered by a robe, breasts and your pretty eyes watching him softly.

It almost made him forget he was a Cryo user as warmth spread in his chest.

"Oh, don't give me that lovesick look, handsome. You make me think you'll melt any moment," you chuckled, teasing him yet again, achieving a much wider smile of his.

"Can't help it, snowflake, you are too pretty to not look at."

Another hearty chuckle he loved so much. He also loved that glint in your eyes whenever he gave you a compliment, which he tried to do a lot just to see it.

Reaching out a hand, he gently curled his fingers.

"Join me?" 

Not uttering a word, you simply stepped further into the room. Fingers tugged on a knot that kept the sides of the robe closed and you sensually shrugged it off your shoulders. Kaeya's star-shaped eye was full of appreciation, yet his lips couldn't help but curl into a teasing smirk.

"My, I might think you were planning to join me from the very beginning, snowflake."

As material hit the floor, you stepped even closer, leaning down and gripping the edges of the tub.

"Well…" as you leaned in even more your lips hovered impossibly close to his. "What if I did, hm?"

Soft breathes caressed each other and his calloused fingers touched your skin, trailing to your waist, gripping it. A shiver sent by a chilly feeling of his fingertips cut that small almost-nothing that separated you and your lips finally molded together.

It was a dance of cold and hot, one that Kaeya genuinely enjoyed and always looked forward to. The kisses ignited flame in both of your hearts, melting away the bits of his frustration collected during the day in his, and reminding you to comfort your lover in yours.

In the meantime his chilly fingers sent jolts of pleasure through your system, blood rushing to all the sensitive places.

He needed more.

As he was ready to drag you into the water with him you softly tutted and took his hands, drawing them away from your waist.

"Not so fast, handsome," and you straightened up, carefully lowering his hands in the water. "Why don't we make this evening even better? You deserve some pampering."

With a wink you swiftly turned around and made your way to the door. In all your naked glory, hips swaying and surely breasts softly bouncing with each step you took. Just the image of you comfortably walking unclothed in your shared apartment sent delicious shivers down Kaeya's back. You were a beauty worth waiting for and in Kaeya's eyes everything - each perfection and imperfection - was special.

Said eyes softened when you came back with a wine bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.

"Oh? You decided to spoil me, love?" The sweet nickname left his lips effortlessly, making both of your hearts flutter - yours from the lovely affection and his from understanding how comfortable he was in the relationship with you to speak such a word sincerely.

His palms rested on your knees and then slid higher right to your hips, as you first stepped into the bath and then lowered yourself right into his lap.

A cork made a characteristic 'pop' and soon the dark liquid filled the glasses. The bottle was left on the floor for the time, making a muffled knock sound against the tiles, quickly followed by a clicking sound, echoing off the walls of the bathroom.

"In what honor are we drinking?" Kaeya twisted his wrist, letting the wine swirl within its crystal clear confines. You shrugged your shoulders, hand resting on his chest, the other busy with the glass.

"I don't know. Any ideas?"

The man didn't think for long, eyes fixed on your face and thumb rubbing the skin on your thigh.

"Darling, you are so pretty it hurts," he whispered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "And I propose to drink for that. For the beauty of the woman I am lucky to call mine."

The kiss he received after the wine was sipped on intoxicated him much stronger than the alcohol itself. Leaving glasses on the wider edge of the tub, you became tangled in each other's embrace, chests pressed close, fingers in each other's hair and mouth devouring one another. 

Evenings like this were Kaeya's favorite, for they brought great comfort and the sense of domesticity - something he missed a lot in his life. And you, the one who never failed to make him feel that way, ought to be cherished and praised.

Stay assured, you wouldn't leave that bath, and then most likely bed, without being thoroughly satisfied.

[jake-g-lockley]

Sunflower (Frankie Morales x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: mentions of sex, other than that just fluff

Word count: 822 words

A/N: Saw a TikTok, instantly though of Frankie 🥰 Also two fics in one day? I’m tryna feed my childrens ok 🥹

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He was doing this on purpose. You were supposed to be completing your lesson plan but instead you're staring at the man who is doing pull-ups in front of you. The small part of your mind that was tied down to Earth was aware of the amount of saliva that had pooled in your mouth. Any more and you would’ve started to choke. Your eyes trailed past your laptop as you watched your boyfriend’s t-shirt strain under the flexing of his back muscles. 

Frankie had subtly set up the wall pull-up bar right in front of your working desk and the contraption has been the bane of your existence since he started using it. 

Who in the fuck does pull-ups at 11 pm on a Sunday night?

Frankie had tried anything in his power to distract you. He tickled you, kissed your neck and stole your laptop, but to no avail. You had practiced deep breathing techniques to immune yourself from the tickles, strained yourself from caving into Frankie’s soft kisses and your backup laptop sat perfectly under your thighs, your document safely backed up the cloud as you smiled sweetly at your fuming boyfriend. It was then when Frankie decided to (literally) pull out the big guns. 

His legs were crossed at his ankles, creating the perfect vision of his butt that was displayed in front of you. You glared at his butt as if it was the cause of all your problems. If you had a boyfriend who didn’t have such a fat, juicy butt then you’d not have a problem with your concentration. But where was the fun in that? 

His arms looked dangerous from this vantage point, shining with sweat that made his skin look like he was doused with honey.  You knew first hand how those biceps have the ability to literally smother you in your sleep. His biceps made you dizzy with delight as you could see the array of scratches you left from last night, even at a distance. 

You lick your teeth, wondering whether you could sneak a bite when a small chuckle from him threw you off balance. 

“Heh, my plan worked.” he said with a sing songy voice as he let go of the bar and walked towards you. 

“How-?”

“Your breathing gave it away, mi girasol. Besides, you stopped typing for a good fifteen minutes now.” he cut you off with a cheeky grin. 

Mi girasol.

Frankie Morales really knew how to tune you to sing the right notes. With his perfect golden retriever smile and his sweet charming words, you knew you were absolutely done for. He had bought you sunflowers on your first date, not knowing that they were one of your most favorite things in the world. The nickname stuck, and your heart swelled anytime he called you that in his native tongue. 

“I hate you, Francisco Morales.” you mumble as you feel the weight of his taunting gaze on you. 

“You’re so bad at lying.” he says pointedly as he walks around the table to kiss your forehead. 

“I am going to get rid of that pull-up bar.” you said smugly, getting up from your seat.

“Love to see you try.” Frankie retorted with a grin, crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby wall.

You stood at the doorway and looked up, wondering why the bar was so far up. Stretching one arm out, you try to grab onto the bar, but you obviously couldn't so instead, you resorted to jumping. 

You huffed, clearly annoyed at your state of affairs as Frankie continuously chuckled from where he was standing. You jumped a few more times before large hands grabbed onto you and lifted you up by your waist. You grabbed onto the bar above you and your legs dangled below you as Frankie’s big head appeared in front of you with a shit eating grin.

“Gonna admit defeat, girasol?” he smiled, cupping your face with his hands. 

“Help me do a pull-up and maybe I will.” you said, frowning at him.

“Of course, bebita.” he said as he slid his hands over your tits and abdomen before settling them onto your hips. 

He pushed you up until your chin touched the bar and as he lowered you down, you swung your legs to lock your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer, letting go of the bar as he gripped you tighter. You giggled as he started to pepper your face with kisses, his beard tickling you in all the right spots. 

You took his face in your hands and admired his earthy eyes as you pulled away. He smiled dopey back and swayed the both of you as you stroked his hair. 

“I love you, and your juicy butt, mi sol.” you said giving him a kiss on the nose. 

“I love you more, mi girasol.” he chuckles again, his eyes shining with your love. 

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Translations:

Mi sol: my sun

Mi girasol: my sunflower

Bebita: baby girl

Tagging: @romanarose @mintpurplemnm

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

[likesvader]

Your Punches Could Use Work

Hello, this is my first ever work. Like Period. But I am a Leon fan all day everyday and wanted to give it a shot. He is just so... well, you know.

Any and all feedback will be appreciated, just please keep it nice. And you can find it on AO3 as well. https://archiveofourown.org/works/58439467

With that being said, MDNI, adult content!

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You didn’t hate being drenched in sweat, in fact, you were proud to see the light blue cloth turn shades darker. It was proof of your hard work and dedication for this job. You worked hard to be here, you worked hard everyday, proving yourself to your coworkers. You proved yourself in every aspect. Paperwork, planning and logistics, weight lifting, group physical training sessions and even sparring. Your dedication was shown in physical ways too, your arms lean and muscular, legs with thigh muscles that flexed as you walk, and you could plank for over five minutes straight.

Your team had become closer as you worked together, morale building stronger by the day. The only gap was between you all and your team leader, Special Agent Kennedy. He had a mysterious aura about him, quiet and straight forward. He had shared very little about himself, only confirming his achievements when asked. The man who single handedly saved the President’s daughter, surviving the outbreak of that wretched virus, and who knows what else.

When you were assigned to this unit, he had just become a leader. He was phenomenal. His posture was straight and arrogant, arms crossed and legs just under shoulder width apart. Dirty blonde hair that sat swept to the side and full lips that never smiled. And his eyes, oh those piercing blue eyes. They analyzed everyone, every action. He was observant. And although you never noticed, he observed you often. He watched as your sweat would run down the side of your face, down the center of your chest where it would soak into your snug athletic tank top.

You observed him too, finding the slightly older man to be the epitome of ruggedly attractive. There was something about the shape of his nose and jaw, so sharp they could cut. Yet his features were a bit soft. He had these broad shoulders that transitioned into biceps that stretched the fabric of literally any shirt he wore. You had thought the fabric would rip one day when you saw him in the facility gym. He had been doing an isolated bicep curl with an easy bar, a vein popping from his skin. It had taken an extreme effort to look away and focus on your own workout. He had thick, muscular thighs and a very built chest.

You even noticed some of his habits, not that you ever wanted to mention that you caught onto these. When he became irritated, he would sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brows. When he was bored, he would tilt his head back, exposing his neck and showing off his adams apple. Your favorite was when he was comfortable in a room, he would cross his arms, flexing his biceps and would push his legs apart. Man spreading had always bothered you, but when Leon S. Kennedy did it, he looked mouth watering.

You would never tell him the thoughts he put in your head, or the way he distracted you and sent warm need pooling in between your legs. You could be into your team leader, but he was oh so attractive that you just couldn’t help it.

“Good job today!” One of the team members lightly punched your shoulder with their fist. “Sometimes I forget how agile you are.” They laughed.

“It took a lot to be so light on my feet. Thank you for taking notice.” You smiled at them so that the edge of your eyes creased.

“We’re going out for some drinks tonight, want to join?” They asked, pointing with their thumb in the direction of a few other team members.

You tilted your head back and forth, hair swinging from side to side as you did. “That sounds like a fun time, but I was thinking of staying a bit longer today. I had a stressful day today and wanted to work out some of my frustration.”

“Alright, don’t work too hard. We do have that field assignment coming up soon, we can’t risk you getting hurt.”

You smiled, thanking them once more. As they turned to walk away, you put your earbuds into your ears, playing your favorite music to workout in. You had fingerless boxing gloves on and you punched the leather bag suspended in front of you in rhythm to the music playing. Your arms had buried and grew heavy as you pushed yourself, straining to maintain the same force through each punch. You focused on shifting your weight so you could use as much force as possible. Your breathing had become ragged with your chest heaving as you delivered another punch.

But a hand came from your peripheral view, grabbing your right hand before it made contact with the bag. You froze, your breaths filling the air as your eyes followed the hand, to a huge bicep, to the face of your leader. Your face was warm from the exercise and you were rather glad. If it hadn't been, you would have been red for a whole different reason.

His hand dropped after a few seconds and you hurried to remove the earbuds from your ears, dropping one to the floor in the process. “Agent Kennedy, I didn’t know you were here.”

Leon bent down, picking up the earbud. He had been dressed in his typical workout attire. He always wore black tactical pants with a snug blue shirt. He once said it reminded him of his prime days or something. He must have just gotten there because he smelled of his cologne and hadn’t appeared to be sweaty. Your eyes scanned him for a second, tingles coagulating in a very delicate part of your body.

“I come here in the evenings sometimes, when it’s quiet and I can focus.” His voice was smooth. He pushed his hand towards you, so he could drop the earbud back into your hand.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll head out. I’m a bit tired.” You quickly began gathering your things to make a speedy escape. The longer you stayed around him, the more the ache pooling between your legs would grow.

“Before you go, I wanted to go over your form. I know you're tired, but there were a few adjustments you could make.” His brows dropped, he was serious. You could just nod.

“Sure! Yes, that would be great.” You stood for a second before you asked. “How do you want to do that?”

“Get into a fighting stand and throw a punch from your dominant arm, then hold it.” You nodded, settling into your stance.

You listened to his instruction, throwing a punch and twisting your leg as you did. When you paused, Leon looked you over, his hand rubbing over his jaw. “Your elbow is hyperextended, you know better.” You jumped as his hand settled on your elbow, adjusting it. “Your waist is twisted just a bit too much and you are barely leaning off your center of balance.” His hand traced up your arm before settling on your hips, joined by his other hand as he stood behind you. You could feel his body heat against your back and his breath tickled your ear. You felt a bit of pressure and moved as he adjusted your body. “And while you need to generate force through your leg, I can see you’re flexing your leg just a bit too much.” His right hand moved down further, making you clench your legs as moisture built between your thighs. Your breaths quickened as his thumb rubbed against your muscle.

“T-thanks.” Your words were shaky and you couldn’t help close your eyes for a moment, focusing on the sensation of his hands. “I appreciate your help, but I don’t want to bother you.” You dropped your arm to your side and attempted to walk away, but the warm hands on your body tightened down, holding you in your spot.

“Do you think I didn’t notice?” His voice cut through the air.

“Excuse me?” You squeaked out.

“Do you think I didn’t notice the way your eyes found me whenever you were in the same room? Or the way your cheeks flushed whenever I spoke directly to you? I’d bet you thought I wouldn’t pick up on how you push your thighs together, hm?” His voice became husky as he leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of your neck. His right hand moved closer to your clothed cunt, finger resting inches above it on your spandex shorts. His left hand slid up between your breasts until it gripped lightly around your neck. “I’d even go as far as to guess…” He slipped fingers down into your shorts, his skin on yours, feathering touches over your clit. “You spent time rubbing circles over this needy pussy, wishing my hands were doing it instead.” He moved his fingers over your clit, applying just enough pressure to leave you wanting more. “Am I right?”

You nodded. A muffled ‘Mhm’ as the only sound you could manage as you tried not to moan.

“Your words. Use them.” He demanded firmly.

“Yes.” You exhaled sharply. Your legs almost gave out as his middle dipped down, running through your wetness and pushing into your cunt, sinking knuckle deep. A breathy moan escaped your lips.

“Don’t worry, I can’t tell you how many nights I came imagining my cock stuffed into your pussy. Bet you imagine it as you fingered yourself.” You felt as he pulled his finger out before thrusting it back. He did it again and again as he spoke. “You want it?”

“Please. Yes.” His grip on your neck tightened as your legs weakened.

His lips pressed against your neck as he smirked. “Good answer.” His lips kissed and sucked various places and he added another finger, sinking into you and curling. His thumb pressed against your clit as he thrusted his two thick fingers in a steady rhythm. Your fingers didn’t feel anything like his. His stretched you and offered you more pleasure than what you were capable of.

“Leon!” You gasped as another was added. You felt a small sting as he stretched you, but it dissipated soon after. “I can’t stand.”

Without a word, his fingers ceased all contact with your body before finding your shoulders, pushing you towards the gym mats a few feet away. You followed his lead as he lowered himself to the mat, pulling you down with him. “Last chance to say you don’t want this.” His piercing blue eyes looking into yours.

“I want this.” He smiled at your words. A strong hand pulled you into him, his lips on yours. The kiss escalated into a lustful hunger.

You were under him, his knees on either side of yours. You had gained a bit of confidence, hands trailing down his chest and onto his hips. You found his very impressive erection strained behind his zipper, palming it. You could feel his body flex under your touch.

“Think you’re ready for that already?” He asked, his tone almost sarcastic. He pulled back and sat up so that he could run his hands down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

“I want it.” Your breathy words tore an internal thread, making Leon rumble. His fingers pulled both your shorts and panties down, exposing your very wet and aching pussy. The clothing was tossed to the side, leaving you exposed to him.

Leon kneeled so he could unzip his pants, his gaze never leaving your face. You watched his hands work at his tactical pants. A wave of pleasure spread through you as he pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock. You moan just looking at the thick length.

“Come here” Leon says, grabbing your ankles and sliding you under him, making you yelp.

He stuffed two fingers into you, thrusting and scissoring, preparing you for him. You jumped as he leaned down so he could let a stream of spit land onto your aching core. You were wet enough for sure, but the action was so degradingly hot for some reason. You tilted your head back as he leaned in. The tip of his cock smeared the spit around before pushing into you, stretching you open. You whined at the feeling of him slowly pushing into you, deeper and deeper until your pussy practically sucked him in, making him sink in until your hips met.

You absentmindedly pushed your hips into his, asking for him to move. When he did, your senses heightened. He started slowly, but thrusted faster and faster as he settled into your body. The head of his cock began to meet that spot that intensified your pleasure. You went to wrap your legs around him, to have closer, but he lifted your legs, setting them against his shoulders so he could push deeper. As you called his name his thrust became more forceful. The familiar feeling of a building orgasm creeping into your lower belly. “Harder Leon.” You breathed.

“Dirty little thing needs to be stuffed, huh?” He teased you. “You’re so tight. Think you’ll be able to hold all my cum?” Those words never sounded so hot.

“Yes! Want your cum.” You babbled, slowly becoming lost in his pleasure.

“Good.” Leon pulled out so he could put you on your stomach. He lifted your hips to the height he wanted and thrusted roughly, entering you again. You never thought this angle would make you feel so full. He was everywhere.

His hands gripped the meat of your waist and used his hands to move you as you thrusted. Leon grunted as he pistoned into you, pleasure building between you both. You were soaring on cloud night when his hand found your clit, circling it over and over. The pressure continued to build with each thrust. Leon’s balls would slap against your clit as he entered you. You collapsed down, pressing your chest to the mat, forcing his thrusts deeper. Your walls began to tighten around him as you chanted his name through ragged breaths.

“I-” You couldn’t finish your words. Your pussy clenched around him as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes closed as delicious pleasure consumed you, jaw dropped with no sound to be made.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it.” Leon thrusted a few more times, then he was sending warm spurts of cum deep into your pussy. You could feel the warmth spread as he left himself inside, essentially preventing any fluids from leaking out. It wasn’t fool proof because you soon felt cum drip down your thighs. The mat would need to be clean, maybe burned before its next use.

“Looks like I’ll be helping you with your punches more often.” Leon joked as he gently pulled himself out, then gave your ass a few pats. “Though, I may recognize my bedroom.” He chuckled.

“We can go now?” You asked, rolling onto your back, eyes finding his.

“I’m not really a one and done kind of guy, so that sounds pretty fucking great.” Leon’s lips formed a smirk. “Except I’ll actually taste you next time.”

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Poems of Love Pt.2 (Gaz x F!Reader)

Wooooo okay! Sorry for the long wait ya’ll! End of school year work takes up a lot of my time! But With the school year ending soon I should be able to post more regularly! PLUS part 2 is finally here! Please enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of masturbation, Price being observant, language.

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After that first letter it was like something had shifted about Gaz. He was happier, his eyes brighter even despite the constant horrors they lived through on a daily basis. He thought about that letter all the time, when he was feeling down he would pull it out and read it, it gave him a warm feeling.

Letters kept popping up every now and again, at least twice a month there would be a new letter under his door, usually when something happened but occasionally just out of the blue.

The most recent one was slipped under his door after being undercover and he'd be lying if he said the contents didn't make a blush rise to his face. 

He catches himself hoping the person is you. Even now as he openly stares. You had gotten new workout clothes since your old ones were ratty.

Johnny had whistled as he saw you walk into the gym area on base. Sports bra showing ample cleavage and the little biking shorts showcasing your ass. “Dinnea Ken ye were hidin all tha’ from us Bonnie.” “You literally saw me in a dress for that stupid gala Soap.” 

“‘S no the same hen. Thought ye were hiding chicken legs under yer uniform!” you laughed and flipped Soap off, “Fuck off Mactavish! Compared to you lot everyone has chicken legs!”

Gaz had been staring at you, taking in your curves, the way the tops of your breasts swelled from how the sports bra squished them together and his brain was rapid firing dirty thoughts. He went back to lifting his weights to take his mind off of how good your ass looked.

And now it was your turn, staring at Gaz as he lifted his weights, he'd been in here for a while as you could see the sweat soaking his workout shirt. His muscles bunching and releasing as he lifted and dropped the weights, you gulped to keep yourself from drooling and turned away to start your workout.

“Bloody ridiculous.” Gaz turns to look at Price, one eyebrow raised in question. “What's ridiculous, sir?”

Price shook his head. “You for starters. You've been staring at her arse for a good long minute without blinking.”

Gaz startles before rapidly blinking his eyes, noticing the slight dryness. “Nah Cap, you're seein things.”

Price scoffs and heads for the shower. When Gaz turns back you're nowhere in sight. He decides to head for the showers as well to clear his head and rub out a fast one to the images he was suppressing earlier.

-several hours and a tiring mission later- Gaz POV-

It didn't surprise him when, after a long day and a nice hot shower, there was a letter resting on his floor. The envelope was light blue this time and smelled of roses.

He sat on the edge of his bed, towel around his waist as he carefully opened the letter.

To the angel at my 6

If ever I could speak to the old Renaissance artists, I would request sculptures of you to be placed in churches around the world.

Women all over would fawn at the way you encapsulate their dream man, handsome; polite; a god in human form; the beautiful demon that haunts and charms them.

Seeing you working up a sweat at the gym, the lights hitting just right made you look godly, almost ethereal. Like Apollo striking in the sun’s warm rays.

The sheen of sweat on your skin makes me wonder if you'd look the same coming out of a pool, the way the ocean's droplets would fall from Poseidone himself emerging from the ocean.

I hope most nights that you dream of me as I dream of the thought of feeling your warm skin against mine in the heat of passion. Thoughts of you warm my soul as if heated by the flames of hell itself and I couldn't love the feeling more if I tried.

Gaz stared at the letter for a long while, his face felt warm, eyes wide at the thoughts of him laid bare on the rose scented paper in lovely script.

How could anyone compare him to gods and say that he is worthy of being a Renaissance sculpture? Him? The man with a fear of helos? Compared to Apollo and Poseidone? Whoever was writing these letters had to be absolutely off their rocker.

He wasn't worthy of such comparisons but damn did they make him feel on top of the world. Laying the letter down he got up to dress for bed before placing the letter in his desk drawer with the others.

If anyone were to ask him which was his favorite letter he would never be able to decide. Each one bringing about a blush or a racing heart, how could he ever choose?

He'll have to ask one of the guys to help him find out who this mystery person is leaving him letters of love and poems in the dead of night.

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Tag list: @cumikering

[navibluebees]

quaritch/Lyle with his cubby y/n female and yes since you made one for z-dog why not do one for quaritch/Lyle because I gotta know what they would do been thinking hard about it for a long time stay safe now!

Quaritch with his Chubby Human Female SO

Please read before interacting.

If he would just PLEASE look at me once, thanks. You stay safe, too! Be so safe. Idk if you know that sound from TikTok, but that's what your message makes me think of haha~ Also this kinda turned into a bit longer thing & Lyle will be on his way soon!

okay, bear with me, but I think this man would have some outdated views of women initially, but when he saw how powerful you were in the gym, his brain was rewired.

As he watched you, he saw how bright you were around other people and wanted some of that light toward him.

Sunflowers started appearing at your desk, your coworkers eyeing you with curiosity at the new addition to your days. Eventually your desk became surrounded with sunflowers and you went in early to catch the culprit. You heard the door open and hid behind a cabinet, peeking out to see who was there. You were not expecting to see a giant blue kitty man tiptoeing toward your desk.

You stepped out and he hissed, tail flicking wildly as he knocked the pens off of your desk. His ears flattened as he tried to school his expression, hid the flower behind his back and knelt down to pick up your pens. His huge fingers could barely pinch them so you crouched beside him, picking them back up.

You caught his wrist in your hand. "Why are you bringing me flowers? I saw how you looked at me when you first saw me in the gym."

"I know.. I" *clears throat awkwardly* "I misjudged you. I'm sorry."

You scoffed. "Most people do." You had stood up and started to turn away when he reached for your shoulder. "Sorry about the flowers. I'll stop bringing them."

You lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. "You better not. See you later?"

Frazzled, he turned around and left the room, unsure what had just happened.

After that, he showed up every day with a flower. Literally any kind. The greenhouse had started running low on sunflowers so he went to where they had been planted and talked to them bc he heard somewhere that talking to plants made them grow faster

He would always make sure to be there so you'd see him.

Boy is smitten <3

You go to the gym together and he loves to spot for you, eyeing you hungrily but shaking himself out of the thoughts, one day you'd gotten tired of his intense glances and sat up, cocking an eyebrow at him. "You gonna kiss me or what, Colonel?"

His ears would perk up, tail caressing your arm as he moves closer, holding your chin in his hand and grazing his fangs across your lower lip

Inseperablleeeee when you guys have time to be together

Loves getting to see a new side of you when you're curled up against him in comfy clothes, just talking or watching whatever movies are playing on the Bridgehead channels

Starts bringing a snack with the flowers & keeps a little stash for you in his desk

Obsessed with your tummy. Loves how soft you are but also your strength, physically and your personality.

I just believe this man is fully gone for a soft & strong woman. He hates being vulnerable but when he sees it from you, it shows him that it's okay to be both

A little jealous when he got to the gym late and saw Prager helping you. He cut out his growling when he saw you cut your eyes over to glare at him. He sat in the corner sulking a bit while he did bicep curls

NSFW Below

Likes to go to the gym late at night and spread you out on the weight bench after you've done your workout, sweat all over your body. His tongue dances along your skin, unable to get enough of your taste.

Pops your legs over his shoulders and dives into your pussy, groaning when you grab at his ears, tugging lightly on them.

Pressing his face into your thigh, biting however hard you want.

When he saw you standing up for a coworker to your boss, his whole body was overcome with shivers and he melted, eyes softening toward you. He pulled you into his office after that, setting you on his desk and leaning you back across it as he yanked your skirt up, tearing your underwear, thrusting into you, eyes glazed over as the feeling of you around him was so overwhelming

Loves the time after the movies you watch. You'll always end up kissing and sometimes more. He loves stretching you out with his fingers, watching you under him and how full and heavy your breasts are, bouncing with his movements

Of course, showers after the gym - Will wash your body and press you against the wall, kissing on your neck as his fingers dance between your legs and squeeze your ass, massaging your sore muscles all over

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Taglist:

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[ashintheairlikesnow]

The Roughest of Waters

Sigh Not So | Secrets Hid Away | Shed Tears Aplenty | Fire Down Below | Rolling Down | Won’t You Go My Way? | The Seas No More | The Nightingale’s Song | Bones in the Ocean | For She Was Afraid | Time for Us to Leave Her | To Unchain Me | A Good Time Coming | I Long to Hear You | The Low Road | Handfuls of Laurel | The Roughest of Waters |

CW: Brief transphobia (it really is very brief, a couple paragraphs and then poof it’s gone), captivity, creepy whumper

Kira came to a sudden stop in the doorway to the massive dining room. Nadette nearly walked into her from where she followed close behind, bumping against her back.

"Oh, sorry, Miss,” Nadette chirped, but Kira didn’t respond. She had become an immovable wall. 

The siren sat at the breakfast table as if he were simply another man, and yet he so clearly was something far beyond a man. 

The sun shone through the windows, touching the siren with edges of gold along his nearly-shorn hair and warm skin. He seemed less of a living thing than a kind of painting that had stepped off the canvas into the world. He sat, a loose white shirt hanging oddly on him, as if he weren’t quite comfortable in it. He was looking down at an empty plate, but his eyes flickered up to meet hers.

Kira found herself a little lost for words at the sheer unbelievable beauty of him.

“Miss?” Nadette touched her shoulder, briefly. “Miss, are you all right?”

Kira swallowed, realizing her mouth had gone oddly dry. “Nadette-... do you… see him?”

Nadette peered over her shoulder, then gave a little laugh. “Of course, Miss. He arrived late last night - oh, you must have already gone to bed, though, so you didn’t see. You were feeling a bit poorly last night, I believe.”

She’d been locked inside a room against her will, literally dragged screaming up a staircase more like, but… clearly Nadette remembered things differently. 

Kira glanced back, and saw Nadette looking at the siren with a cheerful, almost glowingly joyful expression. No terror like she had shown the night before when she interrupted the siren’s song, not even a hint of worry. “... but who is it that-... as you say, that arrived last night? What-... who do you see?”

“You can’t see the resemblance?” Nadette giggled, girlish and sweet, and Kira felt new horror rise in her at the sound. She found herself rapidly developing an entire library of complicated, complex ways to feel disgusted and uneasy in this place. “It’s Lord Wentworth’s son, of course! Guilford Wentworth the Fifth! Although he just goes by Ford. Sweet boy he is, polite as can be.”

Kira’s mouth simply hung open for a moment. “His-... his son?”

“Yes! Go on, then, His Lordship will be in for breakfast in just a moment, he had to have a look at the stables after the storm.” She pushed Kira, gently, forward, and Kira had to set her shoulders as she stepped across the threshold, listening to her unfamiliar boots make soft clicking noises as her heels moved against the hardwood floor. 

The siren’s eyes followed her, barely blinking. 

“Your hair is shorter,” She commented, choosing a seat directly across from the creature so he couldn’t surprise her. She had never missed her magic kit more - a simple protection spell she could do with her hands no longer seemed like enough. 

The siren didn’t answer. He only watched her, face impassive. Kira was vaguely aware of Nadette bustling around the room, of a cup of steaming hot coffee being placed in front of her. She felt her lips move in automatic thanks, her fingertips against the beautifully-painted porcelain with its fresh cream as she poured some in and then added sugar. The clink of her spoon as she stirred.

The siren never looked away from her, not once.

“You don’t drink coffee, I suppose,” Kira said, just to break the silence, to lift a little of its weight. To her surprise, the siren’s lip turned slightly up at the corner. He shook his head, and tapped a water glass to his right. “Ah. Well, my sympathies. Coffee is the only thing that keeps me from going to jail for murder some days, you know?”

He tipped his head to the side. “Who would you kill?”

The question was so simply asked, with such genuine open curiosity, that she realized the siren had no idea she was only joking. Although... was she?

Kira, aware Nadette was just out of earshot, chanced a slight smile of her own. “Our illustrious host, for one,” She murmured, barely moving her lips. “First on my list. So everyone trapped here might go home. Including you. Especially you."

If she had felt the siren’s gaze intense before, it barely held a candle to how he looked at her now. 

Where before he had seemed perhaps vaguely hostile but otherwise unmoved, now he looked at her with a desperate hunger that made her lean back in her chair, as though he would fling himself across the table at her. It made her think of the way his jaw had opened too wide, there had been so many sharp-edged teeth only an inch from ripping out her throat.

This hunger was different, and yet the same. A need to flee, more than a hundred years in the making if the portraits on the wall were accurate. He swallowed, and she tried not to watch his throat move as he did, tried to blunt herself to his otherworldly beauty. 

The moon had made her children something truly incredible to behold, impossible to believe really existed.

“In the night-” He started, his accent thick, his eyes finally leaving her and looking down. He looked almost ashamed of himself. It was a strange expression, one he wore uneasily, as if he weren’t used to having regrets. Or didn’t know how to show it. 

“I understand,” She said, voice low. “I-”

Nadette was at her elbow, placing a scone on her plate with a beatific smile. 

“Thank you, Nadette,” She said politely, and picked the scone up. “As I-... As I was saying, I understand the journey from the colonies is quite arduous this time of year.” 

The siren’s eyes moved to Nadette and then back to her. He didn’t bother to even attempt a smile or a lie. 

Kira dipped her scone into her coffee. Buttery and with little currants to create bright jeweled beads of tart sweetness, it was incredible. 

Then again, Wentworth probably used magic on the best cooks in town, too…

Nadette bustled away again. 

“You… understand?” He sounded like he didn’t believe her. She didn’t blame him.

“Of course I do.” She dipped her scone again, then chewed, closing her eyes. “I would do the same, if I could. If it meant getting away from this place. I meant what I said - stop trying to force me and I will do what I can to help you." She took another drink, swallowing a little too fast just to feel the hot coffee burn just a little down her throat. 

When she opened her eyes, the siren had a strange, unreadable expression on his face. While she couldn’t begin to say what that look meant, she knew that whatever he thought of her, it was no longer apathy.

“You... are here to make the magic strong on me again,” He said, voice low. Kira tried not to notice he was given no scone, nothing to eat. That Nadette never directly acknowledged him. What did she hear, see, think, feel? Would she even remember this breakfast later in the day? 

Would she remember this moment, later, or would it be taken from her?

The thought sent a frisson of cold up and down her spine and she straightened up, nervously pressing her lips together. She met the siren’s gaze. “I know. I think… I think I am here for more than that, though, aren’t I?” She tried to smile again, but found it faltering this time beneath the weight of her nerves, her fear. Beneath the weight of his eyes.

The siren tipped his chin - not quite a nod, but close enough. 

Kira inhaled slowly, held the breath, exhaled over five long, slow beats. Then she sipped her coffee again. “Which of his wives were like me? Any of them? Magicians?”

The siren - Areyto, she had to start thinking of him by a name - looked thoughtful, now. “The second one,” He said, voice low. She felt like his eyes on her face had a tangible weight, and it was a strange, squirming, unfamiliar sort of nerves the idea sent racing up her spine. “And the third. The fourth had no magic, but she was important to my master to have. The sister of the prince’s friend.”

“The now-king?”

“Yes. She had no magic, but she had other things he wanted. With the first, the woman who made me like this for him-”

“Atabei Montgomery.”

He visibly startled, spine straightening as he sat up. “Yes. You know the name?”

“There’s a painting of her in my room-” Kira winced. “In the room I’m being kept in, I suppose. Nadette told me she was-... the first Lady Wentworth’s… companion-”

“Yes. Her lover. They loved one another, as you humans do. Atabei Montgomery came to my master and when he asked her, she made me a slave to the man’s desires. Then she was made into one herself. They both were. But he allowed them to still love each other.” There was no pity in the siren’s voice, for their fates. No regret for what had happened to them. Kira wasn’t sure she blamed him for not mourning, and yet it felt… strange, to see him care so little about his own words.

Then again, he wasn’t human, was he?

“Did she really go mad when her-... when Lady Wentworth died?” 

“My master told me she must go mad,” The siren said, emotionless. The words were just sounds he formed, they meant nothing to him, they held nothing within their form and shape. “And so she did. All I did was give her back her mind, and let her know what all had been done to her, to her lover, and what had happened to the child. It was enough."

“Gods above,” She whispered. Her fingers were trembling, holding onto her cup, and she set it down with a clink that was just a little too loud, startling herself and discovering she’d nearly finished her coffee without realizing it. 

He might have had a shadow of a smile on his lovely face, for just a second. If he did, it was gone as soon as she looked directly at him again. 

“W-wait, the child? Which one?” Her mind raced back to the portrait of the first Lord Wentworth’s happy family, Eliza’s dazed dreamy smile and the sharper, quietly miserable expressions of the children.

“The one Lady Wentworth had before he had me remake her mind,” Areyto replied simply. “There was a daughter who was kind to me.”

“A-and what happened to-”

“I don’t know. I told her to run, and I told my master she was dead.”

Kira nodded. "That was-... kind of you."

"Maybe. If she lived."

"You don't know?"

"No."

"Oh. I-... oh." Nadette was back, refilling her coffee with cheery helpfulness, and she thanked her in a quiet, distracted way. She had a hundred questions, a thousand even, all fighting to be the first she asked.

But then she saw Areyto straighten even more and his eyes go back to his plate, and she knew what it meant. 

Then a hand landed, heavy and slightly damp, on the back of her neck. She shot upright, gasping in surprise at the too-familiar touch. “Lord Wentworth!”

“Good morning, Miss Losna,” Guilford Wentworth said, and his fingertips brushed the nape of her neck beneath her heavy braid before he moved away. It felt like he left a smear of some terrible slime behind. She had to catch her breath as he took his seat at the head of the table, Areyto his right and Kira his left. “Did you sleep well?”

She raised her chin, meeting his gaze despite the way her skin still prickled with distaste from the sheer memory of his touch. “No.”

“A pity.” Guilford Wentworth held up his cup and Nadette was already there, pouring fresh coffee, looking as though her life’s ambition was fulfilled now that she was serving the lord and master of the house. It made Kira sick to see it, knowing it wasn’t Nadette’s real mind, her real feelings. “I trust you will find yourself sleeping more easily as time goes by. Everyone does.” He smiled, the slug, he smiled at her as though they kept some private joke together. “And you’ve met my-... son?”

Kira’s nose wrinkled. “I met your siren,” She said, voice flat. “Again.”

He chuckled, sipping his coffee with a sparkle in his eyes that made anger rise in her throat, nearly choking her, especially when his eyes shifted downward and then back up to her face. Openly. Right here in front of-... well, the siren wasn’t human, but Nadette certainly was, and so was Babbage, both of whom were in the room right here, right now, well able to see him ogling her like so much meat in a butcher’s window. “You look quite different when sleeping, Miss Losna. Or is it Mister-”

“It’s Miss,” She said, voice flat as a plain, as hard as a diamond and sparkling with the same icy colorlessness. “So it was you, then?”

“It was.” His slick smile widened. The siren sat in stony silence, but he seemed to shift uneasily. Kira chanced letting her eyes go to him, watching the creature’s gaze cut to the side towards Wentworth himself. Kira saw the way Wentworth’s arm shifted, though, and swallowed as she realized his hand was on the siren’s leg under the table. 

She found herself oddly glad he wasn’t touching her, and then felt immediately guilty for being happy he was harming someone else. 

“It was me,” Guilford said, and took another sip. “I thought I should get to have a good look at what I will be bringing into my home. I was more than a little surprised at what I found, especially between-”

“Lord Wentworth.” She cut him off sharply and set her chin just so. She would not lose her temper, not here and now, although her skin burned to lash out. He had her magic kit hidden here somewhere, and she had no chance of making it down the road to the city if he did not want her to, not with the high iron fences that encircled his property on the outside. “Such talk is less than polite and I won’t have it.”

Guilford Wentworth’s eyebrows raise nearly to his hairline. He pushed his glasses up and leaned towards her. “I don’t believe this is your home to dictate what we do or do not discuss, Miss Losna.”

At least it was Miss.

She smiled without any warmth or humor - it was closer to baring teeth. “Then I shall take my leave of it and discuss whatever I wish anywhere other than here.”

He paused, and then he burst into laughter, shaking his head back and forth as though she had told an uproarious joke. The siren stayed silent. When cooked eggs and slices of bacon were laid on their plates by Nadette, the siren received only a seared fish, which he stared at with some distaste. “Lovely, Miss Losna. Lovely. I do enjoy having a wife with a sense of humor.”

“You just-...” She hitched in a breath, folding her hands tightly in her lap until the pain of her own grip cleared her mind from the bright flash of fear. “You just tried to say I am not-... wife material, so to speak-”

“You clearly can fix that little problem.” Guilford shrugged.

"I cannot bear children."

That did give him pause, and he considered. "Oh. Well. Mistresses can be had for that purpose. In any case, you are a beautiful woman, Miss Losna. I have had many women, more than a few who used magic or cosmetics to achieve their beauty. And you had a beautiful face without magic, too. It softens, when you sleep.”

“I will try not to be seen sleeping by you again.”

He chuckled. “You will, though. And you’ll thank me for my regard, soon enough.”

Kira tried not to look at the siren, and failed. Areyto did not look back at her, not now. She picked up her fork and stabbed ineffectually at a bit of egg. “We shall see. I suppose I don’t need to tell you that I dislike being held prisoner, no matter how richly decorated my prison cell may be. I do not consent to marriage.”

“No one ever does, at first,” Wentworth replied, waving one hand, dismissing her protest as meaningless in a way that made fury flare inside her. “They all come around. You’ll come around, in the end.”

“Who is it-” She cleared her throat, and hated herself for the way it made her seem weak, the way it made Wentworth grin at her as though he’d won their little game already. “Who is it I will officially marry, Lord Wentworth?”

“My son. Guilford Wentworth the Fifth.”

“And… does the young man actually exist, or…?”

“Of course he does.” Guilford waved his hand, a bit of egg on his fork. “I ensure my bloodline carries on. My children know their money, their power, their place in the world depends on this magic. They will say nothing. And should my son visit and want to meet his bride, I suppose I shouldn’t stop him. Trust me, Miss Losna - you won’t mind by then.”

It was one thing to be told she would marry against her will to this odious monster of a man, but the idea that he should pass her around to his son on some sort of whim, and that she would be happy to be treated like a toy tossed between ham-fisted children, a prize that belonged to anyone with the last name Wentworth... it was too much to bear.

“How dare you,” She hissed. 

Kira hadn’t realized she was squeezing the fork until she felt magic sparking through her fingertips and looked down to see the silver melting under her fingers, dripping down over the eggs and bacon. She was breathing hard, chest half-heaving.

When she looked up this time, she caught the siren staring at her openly, eyes wide with surprise. 

Even Guilford Wentworth looked shocked at the sight. "How did you do that?"

“How dare-...” She pushed her chair back and stood, chin set and shoulders back. Wentworth’s eyes lingered too long on her chest and she picked up her plate and threw it at him, cooled silver, cold eggs, and bacon flung across the white lace tablecloth and sticking to his perfectly tailored shirt. It hit his face, it flung further even. The chandelier above her head began to sway as if blown by her rage. Candles went out, the drapes fluttered over the windows. “How dare you!”

She turned to storm away, and made it to the doorway before Guilford snapped a command in a low voice and she heard the siren begin to sing a moment later.

This time, there was no slow communication, no pleading, no gentle relaxation. Only the hint of some sort of regret in the song, and then Kira Losna dropped like a stone.

Darkness closed in before she ever hit the floor.

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Bet On Me

A/N: This fic is definitely early, but I would like to work on that Finnick sequel fic and have it done before the fall semester starts, so this fic will be coming out now. Can't wait to listen to the Itzy album - there's already a lot of bops on that album, I know it. 😌 I also saw this picture and knew exactly what kind of fic I wanted to write.

TW: Ryujin is implied to be a street fighter or boxer, heavy descriptions of blood and injuries, descriptions of first aid and stitches, alcohol is consumed by both parties, plenty of cursing, and hurt and comfort in the literal sense.

Pairing: Ryujin x GN! Reader (romantic)

Summary: Ryujin has a unique habit of showing up your door in need of stitches and medical attention that you can barely provide. This time, however, a bottle of whiskey, the moonlight, and a sprained ankle help you move into the next phase of your relationship.

The moonlight shines gently on you, casting your body in a gentle glow that captivates Ryujin when she stumbles through your front door.

"Ryujin..." You trail off as you quickly stand up and approach the doorframe in preparation to catch Ryujin if she succumbs to her injuries.

"You look heavenly." She shifts her weight onto one foot, and you notice that her left foot is lifted slightly into the air.

"You look like you're about to see heaven." Your eyebrows furrow with worry as you gently take her arm and wrap it around your shoulder. "Is your ankle broken?"

"Sprained," She corrects you before leaning on you, "and it's sweet to see you so worried about me."

You bite your lip before shaking your head.

"Please tell me that the other boxer looks worse." You sigh as you try to navigate yourself and Ryujin towards the bathroom.

"Yujin couldn't even walk out of the ring." Her triumphant smile cause your worry to fade for a moment before she curses in pain.

You pause to shift the majority of Ryujin's weight onto yourself, and you hear her sigh in relief as she relaxes against your body.

"Don't pass out on me now." You mutter under your breath before taking the final steps towards the bathroom.

~

You set Ryujin on the counter before grabbing the plastic boot and a pile of bandages from your bathroom closest.

"Can you manage-"

"I'll be fine, Doc." She offers you a weak smile as you hand her the materials.

She takes off her black boot, and you nearly gag at the sight of the purple and black bruises around her ankle. She weakly laughs at your reaction before coughing into her arm.

"No blood?" You ask as she checks her arm.

"No blood."

"Thank goodness." You mutter as she laughs again.

You reach towards the bathroom cabinet and pull out your first aid kit along with a gallon-sized bag of bandages.

"I hate how prepared you are." She says as she wraps her ankle.

"I hate how easily you manage to injury yourself." You shoot back.

"Touche."

You close the toilet seat before setting the medical equipment on the toilet lid. You slip past Ryujin, and the skin contact of her hand on yours sends your mind spiraling into a romantic wonderland of endless possibilities.

Don't think about that until she's thinking clearly - her brain is still in adrenaline mode from the fight, and she's going to say something that she doesn't mean.

That's, at least, what you tell yourself every time Ryujin comes crashing into your apartment in the middle of the night.

An insomniac made by inconsistent night shifts, late night worries, and one too many cups of caffeine, you were always up at late hours. You knew your neighbor was one too, as you often would hear her leave in the evening and return in the earliest hours of the morning, but you were shocked to see her crashed against the outside of your door one night.

You had no medical training or first aid kits, but she was breathing, and when you tried to call an ambulance, she gently grabbed your arm and insisted on trying to get back to her place. You, of course, refused, and with the help of YouTube and Ryujin's guidance, you managed to patch her back up.

You steadily improved in your skills as Ryujin's injuries became worse. Your hand still shaked when you did stitches, but that was because of Ryujin's words and actions. She'd take your other hand and squeeze it or flirt with you until you dug the needle too far in her skin.

"Why don't you say these sweet things to me when you're not bleeding excessively, huh?" You said as you cleaned her wounds with a disinfectant.

"This is the only time I ever see you. Come swing around my place, and I'll happily tell you everything you want to hear and so much more." She coyly says before locking eyes with you.

~

You return to the bathroom with a bottle of cheap whiskey and two plastic glasses.

"You ran out of disinfectant?" Ryujin asks as she latches up the last velcro strap on her boot.

"I wonder why." You mumble before quickly taking the cap off the whiskey and pouring two glasses.

You offer her one before taking the other glass.

"Thanks," She says as you gently press your glas against hers, "but I prefer the more expensive stuff."

She takes a small swig as you down the glass that you filled.

"Rough night?"

"Yeah, I had someone I care about show up at my door with very substantial injuries." You brush past her again to grab the first aid kit, a few bandages, and a wash cloth that's hanging off of a nearby towel rack.

You discard your empty cup before dabbing the washcloth with alcohol. You set the bottle on the ground after putting the cap back on.

Ryujin's eyes never leave you as you stand back up.

"Can you, uh..." You vaguely gesture to her shirt.

"Take off my shirt?"

"No, I just need you to lift it up." You shyly look away as she lifts it up a few inches from her waist.

While trying not to stare in admiration, you work on disinfecting her wounds.

"Fuck," She mumbles before taking a sip of whiskey, "I'm sorry about this."

"Huh?"

You step away for a moment to grab three bandages.

"The only time I ever see you is when I'm hurt," She bites her lip as you swiftly apply the bandages, "and I feel like I'm bothering you."

The softness in her eyes and the genuineness of her words causes you to pause.

"You're not... a bother, Ryujin," You study her body for a moment before deciding to work on her arms next, "and I actually look forward to seeing you if that doesn't sound fucked-up."

"Not in the slightest."

You grab her arm as a comfortable silence surrounds you two. You feel a sense of domestic comfort, like you two were always met to meet like this.

Her eyes don't leave you for a moment, but you don't feel scrutinized or uncomfortable under her gaze.

When you make your way to her face, you pause as your eyes connect. The unspoken tension between you two comes unbelievable visible, and you're suddenly aware of your close proximity to Ryujin's face.

"You know, I'd kiss you if you didn't have a cut on your lip." You tease as you line up a small bandage on her lip.

"Damn, I would've kissed you anyway."

You don't hesitate to toss the bandage on the floor before placing a hand on her cheek. She pulls you close, and her lips melt against yours.

When you taste a familiar metallic sting on your lips, you quickly pull away before wiping off her lip and yours with a towelette from the first aid kit.

"That hurt," She touches her lip with her finger while stating at the blood, "but it was so fucking worth it."

You laugh before grabbing the bandaid from the floor.

"Ready to finish up?"

"Y'know," She finishes off her whiskey before tossing the cup in the bin, "I think another kiss would help me through the pain."

You indulge her, of course, again and again until you're both satisfied.

[lelestarmy]

Fallen Flower Chapter 15

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

{Word Count: 587}

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After movie night with Felix, you went back to your apartment instead of going to Jeongin's and spending the night there. Once you got to your apartment, you went ahead and did your nightly routine. As you got into bed, you tried to think of a reason why Han declined your call without checking it.

Hearing your phone ping a couple of times, you opened it up to see text messages from Han(sunshine twin #2)✨

{10:05 pm} Han(sunshine twin #2)✨: Y/nie! I didn't know it was you who was calling me.

{10:05} Han(sunshine twin #2)✨: I thought you were Chan Hyung 😭 because he said he was going to call me earlier.

After pondering what to text. You typed out:

{10:08} Y/n: That still doesn't explain why you didn't come to the movie night with me and Felix.

{10:08} Han: Oh… I forgot to text you to let you know I was going to be staying the night at Minho Hyung's place tonight. Tomorrow morning we can meet up for coffee to make up for me not being there for movie night, y/nie plz 🙏

{10:09} Y/n: Fine… We can meet at our usual coffee spot.

{10:09} Han: 👍

You chuckled when you saw the thumbs up from Han, but that still didn't ease your thoughts on trying to figure out who that girl was with Han and Minho as sleep overcame you.

You groaned, annoyed, as the blinding light from the morning sun shone through the curtains. Turning onto your side, you checked the clock on your bedside table.

Getting out of bed, you stumbled towards the bathroom, the morning sunlight peeking through the window and casting a warm glow on the tile floor. As you turned the faucet, the sound of running water filled the air, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Stepping under the warm showerhead, the water cascaded down your back, dissolving the residue of last night's stress and fatigue. It was as if a weight had been literally lifted off your shoulders, the warmth seeping into your pores and soothing your tired muscles. As you stood there, the water drumming against your skin, you felt your eyelids growing heavier, your breathing slowing, and your mind clearing. The warmth seemed to melt away the heavy fog of sleep, leaving you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

Your mind started to wander back to the girl with Han and Minho. You wondered who she was and what her relationship was with them. After your shower, you got dressed and headed downstairs to grab a quick breakfast before meeting Han. As you ate, you couldn't help but think about the previous night again. The girl's face kept popping up in your mind. You pushed the thoughts aside and focused on your upcoming meeting with Han.

Arriving at the coffee shop, you ordered your usual and sat at the table near the window where you, Felix, and Han normally sit. A few moments later, you received a text from Han.

{8:05} Han(sunshine twin #2)✨: Hey y/nie, I'm going to be a little late.

About twenty minutes later, Han enters the coffee shop; after he gets his order, he sits down in front of you. While Han is looking out the window, fidgeting with his fingers, you take notice of his messy hair; your eyes travel a little further, catching sight of his hickey-covered neck that is poorly covered by his hoodie.

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since you said you wanted requests i’ll just put wtv comes to mind! 😭 but what about tengen trying to impress yn at the gym?

-🪡

If you don't mind, I kinda wanna do headcanons for this!

Sorry this took so long, I was kinda depressed about my job lol

Not proof read, we die like men.

Pairing: Uzui Tengen x black! reader, Uzui's wives x black! reader (very subtle, blink and you'll legit miss it)

Warnings: cursing

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He starts going to a new gym, and his wives choose to stay at their old gym for the perks

He wants something new, and a new gym opens up down the street from his house

He sees you on his first day, stretching in sexy biker shorts that hug your ass and a matching sports bra, and when you tried to take off your headphones your a piece of your fro got stuck in it

He was enamored

You did not notice him at all, you were minding your black business as usual

It started off as a simple look but don't touch thing, but then he really wanted to touch

He started talking to you after his third day there (when he intercepted you to the water fountain)

And you're short as all hell next to him, and he uses that

He likes to tease you, until you threaten to hit him with a dumbbell and he ask if you can even lift it over your head

He isn't shy about his affections for you, in fact he likes to tell you this when you're in the middle of something

Some sort of comment about how your ass looks in your shorts

He loves the multitude of hairstyles you wear with your headphones

He also adores seeing you wear light colors (baby blue, lavender, beige) and when he first saw you wearing your brown skin colored shorts he thought your entire ass was out

He'll stand behind you while helping you pull down a heavy set, and he brags about being able to do it with one hand

Does hip thrust with a weight he estimates to be your exact weight while staring dead at you and you usually just laugh

You can tell he's into you at least sexually but your waiting for him to do something about it

You tease him a bit, asking him to help you stretch sometimes

He loves watching you bend down and touch your toes, seeing your body outlines through your clothes

He likes asking you do lay on him while he does push ups, and he likes feeling your tits all warm through your bra on his back

"You could just lay on me forever, I'd be happy to use you as a weight"

"That's stupid."

Convinced you to straddle him while he does the hip thrust and he stares you dead in the eyes

It's his motivation, don't question it (you also love going up and down it's so much fun)

He likes getting you to watch him even if your in the middle of a squat and your focusing on getting just three more

"Look, look, look! I'm gonna lift the 650, I'm gonna PR!"

"That's wonderful, try not to hurt yourself."

"You don't wanna miss this, it's gonna be flashy!"

He's waiting expectantly for you to look at him, and once you do, he tries to lift it and then his arms tremble and he drops the bar

You rush over to help him and make sure he didn't blow out his back

He tries to laugh it off, and it makes you laugh

He has you sit on his barbell while he lifts it so he can stare at your ass (more motivation, don't question it)

Encourages you to work out your upper body strength, and not just your legs

He'll spend a lot of time wondering how it would feel if you wrapped your muscled legs around his head and squeezed

Teaches you how to do simple shit so he can talk to you

"Tengen I know how to use a pulldown, I'm not stupid."

"I just wanna make sure it doesn't fly up and take you with it beautiful"

It does in fact fly up with you holding it one day because he set the weight too heavy while being distracted from talking

He pulls it down for your height while your sliding your legs into place and he doesn't realize it's set to the heaviest option when he places it into your hands

You shoot up so fast that you literally pull the knee supports shoot all the way up and make a loud noise

You felt your arms jerk up so hard you whimpered and your eyes went wide with panic

"Oh fuck!"

He catches you by the hips when your ass leaves the seat and pulls you close to his chest while you both cackle

He talks to you at the most inconvenient times for you

"Tengen you're great but I'm trying to work out my core."

"Yes, but-"

"No, stop talking"

Pretends to be hurt by this but he understands because he also gets super invested when he works out and he appreciates your understanding of this

When you meet his wives, you get along with them

Suma has a strange love for touching your arms when your doing the pulldown

Hinatsuru gets you into yoga, it really helps your arm muscles relax

Makio also helps you with the leg press, she's a giant motivator

Tengen wants to make you his fourth wife, and given how well you ladies all get along he has every intention to make that dream a reality

Sooner than you think too