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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Could I request Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Kaeya and Zhongli getting hugged from behind by their s/o?

Absolutely! This is so adorable!

Characters Included: Alhaitham; Kaveh; Kaeya; Zhongli

Content: gender neutral reader; really only fluff otherwise

Word count: 1,1k words

Please enjoy this dose of fluff<3

Alhaitham

Honestly surprised and jumps a little the first few times you hug him from behind unexpectedly

It‘s not that he doesn‘t like it, he just wasn‘t prepared for this

Gradually gets used to you doing this if you continue to do it and actually grows to really like it

He loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist while you rest your head on his back. You never see it, but he always wears a smile when you do this with him

He can‘t really explain it, but this form of a hug from you gives him a certain feeling of security

Most of the time, you hug him like this when he stands in the kitchen, preparing food for the both of you. You would come up from behind and wrap your arms around his waist

He doesn‘t really show any type of reaction besides pausing what he‘s doing for the fraction of a second before he resumes like nothing has happened, but you know that he enjoys this

You might not see his soft smile, but the way he would rest one of his hands over yours from time to time told you everything you needed to know. It gave you the knowledge that he liked the gesture, so you kept doing it

At this point, it became a routine for the both of you. You would come up to him like this almost daily. It was just normal

So much so, that one time where you didn‘t hug him from behind, simply because you were tired and forgot about it, he thought that something was wrong between the both of you. He sat you down to talk to you and when you found out the reason why he thought that way, it honestly made your heart melt a little

Since that day, you make it a point to remember each and every single day, and he absolutely eats it up

Never stop doing it, he might just murder someone if you don‘t give him his daily dose of backhugs

Kaveh

Absolutely adores it!

He would be all for physical touch as it is, he hugs and touches you every chance he gets and as long as you‘re also okay with that

But if you were to actually return his physical affection? Archons, he‘d worship you on the spot!

first time you come up from behind and hug him, he's surprised and a bit taken aback, but instantly smiles and places his own hands over yours

totally enjoys it!

would often take this opportunity to induldge in silly stuff with you. Wether that be to start dancing around the room like that, or anything else really

would absolutely love it if you made this a regular habit of yours

actually kinda demands it from you, now that he's had a taste of it

WILL pout endlessly if there ever goes a day by where you don't come up and hug him from behind

his absolute favourites are when he's sitting down working on some sketches and you wrap your arms around his neck from behind

something about it just feels so loving and domestic to him, he can't help but lean back into your touch, totally forgetting about his work

yeah, please never stop doing it, he can't live without those hugs anymore

Kaeya

another one who has to get used to this form of affection first

Kaeya is not at all used to relationships, or even showing affection for someone at all

and if your love language just so happens to be physical touch, he has to get used to that even more

I do believe that Kaeya is actually pretty touch starved, so once he gets used to it, he starts to yearn for it

those back hugs quickly become his favourite form of hugs. Sure, he likes to hold you in his arms and pull you close to his chest

but feeling your arms around him, being the one held by you, feeling protected from everything else, has a completely different effect on him

after getting used to it, the first time he really, freely enjoyed and induldged in that feeling, he almost started crying from how overwhelming it suddenly was

you paniced a bit at seeing this, pulling back, asking if you did something wrong to make him cry

but when he simply asked you to keep doing that, you instinctively knew what was going on with him. So, without a word, only a smile on your lips, you put your arms back around him and rested the side of your head against his back, letting him feel you

really comes to enjoy them, but he won't pressure you into them when you're not feeling it for a day or so

but if he has to go longer without it, he starts to grow restless, but denying it if someone were to ask him about it

don't keep those hugs from him for too long, let him induldge from time to time, and he will be the most happy you've ever seen him

Zhongli

absolutely hooked to them from the first time it's happened

he enjoys the physical comfort and closeness as is, in any way he can get it, but hugs are always at the top of the list for him

likes giving them as much as he loves recieving them from the person he adores

not so much a physical person with friends or other people, that privilege is reserved for his partner, only

the first time you wrap your hands around his waist from behind, he holds what he's doing for a second, before he smiles to himself, resuming his actions while one hand rests over your hand, intertwining your fingers together

loves it when you both stay like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence and warmth

after a while of this, he will put down what he was doing, then turning around in your arms and engulfing you into a real hug, pulling you close into him so that he can hold you to him

at moments like this, he wishes he could just hide away from the world with you, so that he would never have to let go of you ever again, but he knows that's not possible

still, the tought is there every time this happens

and it happens a lot!

you come to hug him like that almost daily, mostly when you come home from work and he's already there, waiting for you

he always looks forward to those moments, anticipating to have you all to himself again for a few hours without anything coming in your way...

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nrdmssgs · 11 months

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Little things, they do (Alex, Soap, König) (headcannons)

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Part 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz) here

Ok, guys, first of all, thank you all for giving this little sketch THAT much love. Honestly, I'mm shocked. I'm blaming mister Riley here, but boy, thank you so-so-so much for 100 beautiful followers. I`ve actually had something for this milestone, but I was sure, it would be hit somewhere in the end of the summer. Hope, you like it!

Little things, they do, that get you every time. Silly, warm, heart-melting, wholesome things.

Alex Keller

Almost unconsciously lowers his head to stay on your eye-level whenever you two are sitting at a table and chatting.

If you are cooking and even insisting on doing it solo (maybe it's just your thing, maybe you like to have more room in the kitchen), he is never leaving you. He will just sit there and keep you company, or tell you some stories, or maybe find a youtube video for you both to listen to, while you're doing your magic.

Talking about your cooking, he never turns down anything, you've made. Never. “Alex, don't take that bun, I burnt it!” Eats it anyway, because it's your effort that counts and makes anything you cook so special to him.

If you are dating, and he needs to go early in the morning, he covers your eyes with the corner of his blanket (very carefully so as not to wake you up!). That way, he can turn on the light and collect his clothes without waking you up.

Def pulls you closer in his sleep. Buries his face in your hair, mumbles some sweet nonsense, places a soft kiss on the top of your head. (by gods I need more headcanons on this man sleeping)

Sometimes just stops whatever he is doing to say “I love you” and give you a kiss. The fridge is still open, his sweater is halfway off him, his hands still wet and water runs on uncleaned dishes? Doesn't matter, the kiss is what important to him.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

Once Price saw how you two interact and commented it like “Looks like our Tweedledum finally found his Tweedledee…” And while other pairs could get offended, you two weren't bothered at all (you're two chaotic crows, nothing can stop you!). In fact, from that moment anything he buys or makes for you, comes with a small handwritten note, saying, “to: my Dee. from: your Dum.”

Once he cooked an absolutely amazing pie. You were practicaly moaning, while savouring it and he just sat there all bright with pride. In a few years you saw the same kind of pie in a menu in the pub, where you were supposed to meet Johnny and others from the 141. Once you pointed it out to Johnny, others flinched and looked at each other. In response to your uncomprehending look, one of them admits that Soap was so worried that you would not like his cooking that he practiced at the base for several weeks. Because of it, their diet consisted only of Johnnys` pies for these weeks.

Has no concept of “too girly stuff”. Will gladly go shopping with you, paint your nails, help you dye your hair at home, if you feel like it. Will sneak your eye patches, because they smell so nice, and he feels so fresh after using them!

During his deployments, sends you tons of the most random photos just to calm you down and cheer you up (because every time you are too scared, this could be his last mission). “Ok, bonnie, this time I present you the collection of random rocks, I've met on work.” For the next week, you keep getting… exactly that. Photos of rocks with short comments like “Here's wee one.”

You don't know why the last photo he sent you that week was a photo of some guy in a creepy mask. You also don't have a single idea, why Johnny then goes radio silent for two days and why he has a brand-new phone, when he's back.

König

You have a stiff back? He will gladly take you by the hands and lift you up so that your spine is extended. "König! No, no, wait, don't, OH!... Oh… Sweet mother of jesus, I actually feel better..."

Even if you are just friends, and you are staying over at his place - he presents you with a shampoo, shower gel, conditioner and body lotion of EXACTLY the same brands as you're using at home. He just notes these small things and wants you to feel relaxed and taken care of when you're around him.

You can call him anytime on any occasion and if his phone is on, he will answer in SECONDS. You had a bad dream, and it's 4 am, and he lives on the other end of the town? In another town even? No problems, he answers almost immediately and comes to you as soon as he can. Even if It's just to hold you for 15-20 minutes, while you slowly drift to sleep, and then to drive back to his place for another good hour.

Thanks you for everything, and not only verbally! Writes small notes and leaves them on your bag or just straight gives them to you. He doesn't take anything for granted. Every your intention is a gift for him.

And that goes not only for the time, when you two have just met each other. You are his wife or husband since 10 years, you already have 2-3 beautiful kids? He still writes you notes, thanking you for the most incredible goodnight kiss, you gave him yesterday (every your goodnight kiss is the most incredible to him).

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espinosaurusrexex · 8 months

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Happy Little Accidents

Veteran!BuckyBarnes x Female!ArtTeacher!Reader

summary: In a world after the war, Bucky tries to get pieces of his old self back by joining an art class. He meets you and instantly falls head over heels. Now he just has to work up the courage to ask you out.

a/n: wrote most of this on my lunch break after finally feeling the creativity spark again. I hope you all get a cozy fall feeling.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: adapting to life after war, frustration, a little angst, love-dazed Bucky, just so much fluff and wholesomeness 💕

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

↑ the face of a man too whipped to listen - this is the Bucky vibe today

Steve Rogers was an artist. A lot of people knew about it. Hell, the Smithsonian even had a gallery full of sketches from a notebook of Steve’s he had lost back in ‘45. But Steve never needed people to recognize his work. Just like he never needed all the fame that came with his shield or all the honors he got for doing what he thought normal human decency implied - stopping bullies.

But what not many people knew was that Steve loved his art so much, he even held little sketch workshops in the camps on the western front. He drew each member of the howling commandos with impeccable accuracy. He loved drawing portraits and he loved to help.

Which was why, sooner or later, Bucky had been talked into trying his first sketches back in the day as well. Back when he was still left-handed, back when he found joy in little things such as drawing with his best friend. Back when he was not who he was now.

Yeah, he was bitter about it...

Bucky wasn’t too shabby of an artist per se. He was rather quick with his sketches always able to find the right spot for his next line and even though they weren’t perfect, one could always see what his pictures were meant to present.

Yes, they were crooked and not nearly as good as Steve’s but he had fun with it. Sketching had been an escape for his soul while bombs were exploding only miles away from his camp. It had reminded him of his best friend when they were apart, and most importantly, it taught him patience.

God, so much patience.

Bucky had never been good with it. Always fast, always right away. But the amount of times Steve made him erase carefully constructed lines and shapes had him feel scolded like a kid.

Later, he was grateful for it.

Now? He hated just touching a pencil. Every time he was reminded of his recovery, of months of frustration and anger, of grief and sadness. All because he’d lost his arm, and with it, all that had brought him joy in life.

When he had to learn to write with his right hand, he screamed at the papers before him, the crooked and shaky lines mocking him with vigor.

You’ll never be the same, they said, You’ll never have true joy back.

He felt like a child. Unable to do the most mundane of tasks, whilst fully aware of what had to be done to get it right.

But he missed it. The way drawing would clear his mind and the ease he felt when thinking of nothing but the next step in the process.

So after a particularly frustrating session with his therapist, Bucky had walked through a gallery on his way home. Beautiful pieces, each more impressive than the next hung on bright white walls until he reached a small corner with sketches and photographs. They weren’t less good than the rest, but other than the huge paintings, they seemed approachable - and they reminded him of times far gone.

“Hello, would you be interested in signing up for a sketching class?” An angelic voice had asked after holding a leaflet into his line of sight. And when he followed the hand up to your face, his breath hitched in his throat.

“I- I don’t think I’d be any good…” he had said with a pitiful smile as his left arm raised next to his head, the sleek silver of his hand shining in the showroom light.

“Oh don’t be silly. Everyone can be an artist.”

And that was all it took.

Now he was here. Sitting in a room with about eight other people, listening to you talk. Though Bucky didn’t pay much attention to your words. He was distracted by the way your lips curved when you spoke, and how your hands looked in the light when you flailed them in the air. He wanted to draw you, only you. But he knew he could never do you justice. And that frustrated him a little.

His first task was easy. A series of connected squiggles and shapes. The second was harder - finding and highlighting familiar motives in his work. But when he tried to connect his shapes, his hand began to tremble and the line on his paper got dented, he huffed in surrender.

A look to the front to you talking with another woman and he was getting off his chair.

This was useless. He should have never come here.

But when he moved to gather his things, your voice stopped him once again.

“Oh that’s interesting,” you said with a tilted head, your eyes following the little dent in his drawing.

“Yeah, I messed it up.” He shook his head and added a careful, much more quiet ‘I always do”.

“You see, it’s only a mistake if you make it one.” You turned to him and smiled and his heart began racing now that all your attention was on him. Bucky looked around to see if anyone noticed, but the other participants were all focused on their work. “I’m not going to tell you that this line isn’t supposed to be the way it is. You alone can decide that.”

You stepped closer as he eyed his paper again. “So, Bucky,” holy crap you remembered his name. And it sounded so good coming from your lips. “Are you gonna make it a mistake or not?”

❁ ❁ ❁

That was a month ago. And Bucky had come to your class every Sunday night since then. But now his crush had only intensified.

Every time you stepped behind him to watch him work, his hand began to sweat. Every time you gave him a suggestion, his eyes were so drawn to your lips, he barely heard what you were saying. Just yesterday this had caused him to get into a particularly awkward situation. He hadn’t listened, of course - those stupid mesmerizing lips of yours were at fault for it. And when Bucky finally came back from his daydream of imagining what they would feel like on his lips, he knocked over a jar of water as he noticed you had moved next to him. And to make matters even worse, you had caught him talking to himself as he cleaned up the mess.

Bucky was beyond embarrassed. He wasn’t normally that clumsy, all his moves were calculated. No limb out of control, but when you were around, he seemed to have lost that trait of his - which was actually kind of nice...

He was in deep. And he didn’t know how to handle it.

He was contemplating never going back to your class. He would probably end up ruining somebody’s work and - besides - it wasn’t like he could ever work up the courage to ask you out. It was just all too scary.

“Bucky, is that you?” Bucky froze as he studied the coffee menu above the barista. He was going to order black anyway. But the voice that called out his name almost made him want to pretend he was still studying the sign.

“Bucky.” Your voice came closer and when you were standing next to him, he finally looked at you. And there you were, with a bright smile and a scarf shielding you from the cool fall breeze outside.

“Oh, hey.” He paused, treading, not knowing what to do with his hands or pretty much any part of his body. At least, in your workshop, he had something to do. “...hey.”

“It’s nice to see you, how’s your homework going?” You rubbed your hands together to warm them and at the sight of your delicate fingers, he felt his cheeks heating up when he imagined holding them.

“It’s... well, it’s going...” He sighed and watched his feet as they shuffled on the tiled floor. “It’s not going well if I’m being honest.” And with a shy smile, he rubbed the back of his neck, watching as you nodded in understanding.

“I know it sounds stupid, but sometimes it really helps to just get started without thinking about it too much.”

He chuckled. That was exactly his problem. Because every time he wanted to start, he wondered what you would think about it. And then his thoughts drifted to you entirely and how your neck would bend when you watched him draw over his shoulder, or how your fingers swayed over his artwork to point out the parts you were talking about. God, he loved when you did that.

“-only if you want, of course.” Your nose crinkled when Bucky’s mind brought him back to the coffee shop again. You were staring at him expectantly, your smile growing nervous with every second he took to register that you had just asked him a question.

Bucky had no idea what you had just said. He had been too lost in his daydream yet again and now he made you look stupid in the middle of this coffee shop. There wasn’t much time to decide what his response would be, but under no circumstance did he want to admit just how scattered he was around you. So without thinking, he just nodded with a tight-lipped smile and willed his knees to stay strong when your eyes brightened.

“Awesome! When are you free?” Free? Did you just ask him out and he hadn’t even paid attention?

“Uh, Sunday?” Bucky stammered as his heart began to pound in his chest. This has got to be a prank.

You laughed, and Bucky got weak in the knees. “Sunday is workshop, silly.”

Stupid, stupid, Bucky. “Right, uh... Friday then.” The rapid beat in his chest took his breath away.

“Okay, great. Here give me your phone so I can give you my number.”

“You’re–“ Bucky choked as his hands scrambled to fish his phone out of his pocket. “Yes, yeah sure, cool.” Cool? Oh god.

You took it from him, entered your contact with a little paintbrush emoji, called yourself, and handed it back to his sweaty hand.

“I’ll text you my address.” You stepped forward to pay and retrieve your coffee, gifting the barista a smile that made him blush - apparently, you were a regular because Bucky did not remember you ordering - but then again - he didn’t really pay attention apparently. “Oh, and bring your art supplies!”

And then you were out the door, letting crisp air into the cozy coffee shop, and Bucky standing dazed and confused as to what had just happened.

❁ ❁ ❁

Bucky stared at his phone for the fifth time now, making sure he was in front of the right door before ringing the bell. He was nervous, to say the least. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was on a date, not to mention the last time he felt this nervous about being on one. He was a strong believer in facts but you asking him out had to be a sign from the universe. One he would only get once and he could not screw it up.

His hands smoothed over his black button-up one last time before adjusting his leather jacket again. Then he rang the bell and not even a minute later, you greeted him with a warm smile and urged him to give you his jacket to hang up.

“I just made tea, do you want some?” Bucky followed you to the kitchen where the faint but homey scent of pumpkin spice filled the air. He watches as you scrambled to find your oven its and then retrieve something delicious smelling from the oven. “Cookies?”

“I’m good with tea for now.” He chuckled in awe at how nice your home felt. Once he could tear his eyes away from you, he peered over the kitchen island into your living room, where many different artworks and photographs were displayed on the walls. Every pillow on your sofa had a different color and the blankets sprawled on it and the chair were too inviting for him not to picture the both of you cuddled up beneath them.

“Alright then, suit yourself. But just know these are my specialty.” You snatched one from the tray before almost dropping it again. “Ouch, hot.”

Bucky felt drawn to the room. With all its warm light and fall-scented candles, hints of read books and discarded crocheting, with a crackling fireplace and soft carpeting. He also felt awfully intimate at the glimpse he got into your life by being here, but he had already declared this place his favorite in his mind.

“Are you ready?” Bucky turned to you and watched as you padded your hands on your jeans, leaving faint flour prints on the dark denim.

“Ready for what?” He smiled again, he seemed to be unable to stop around you. But he was just so happy to be here, to be close to you, and to finally spend more time with you.

You chuckled and set two cups of tea on the table. “For your sketches. That’s the whole reason you came here for, remember?”

You settled on the ground and padded the sofa for Bucky. But he could just stand there and stare at you while trying to ignore the lump that began to build in his throat. He clenched the bag with his art supplies in his hand and watched as the soft material wrinkled in his grasp.

Of, course. He took a breath. How could he have been so naive? Then stepped towards the sofa. The whole thing had been a mistake. And finally sat down with a heavy smile.

The sadness was filling him so fast, it threatened to spill right out of him, but Bucky wouldn’t let this little big dent in the road be shown in front of you. Instead, he focused on your hands when they pulled his sketch pad from his bag. And your eager smile when you flipped through his failed attempts on the paper.

The whole atmosphere was wearing a thin layer of sorrow all of a sudden, and Bucky felt his heartache when you leaned over to him to point out the parts you liked the most. Your perfume seemed just that much sweeter as if it were mocking him all of a sudden.

He didn’t listen. He just watched you with the same longing he’s had ever since he met you. Back to square one. Back to the distance he had with you before he foolishly thought you had asked him out. Except now he’d lost all the confidence left in him to take the next step.

Bucky let the evening wash over him. Trying to concentrate on your tips and examples, tasting the tea you had offered to him with the sweetest smile. And before he knew it, he was standing in front of your apartment building again - with a box of those pumpkin cookies in hand and a heart that felt heavier than the bricks he was staring at.

He sighed and began his walk back home.

❁ ❁ ❁

On Sunday he decided that he wouldn’t give up. Bucky didn't know what changed his mind. He just knew that he couldn’t stop thinking about you and him on that incredibly comfortable sofa of yours and the scent of your cedar and cinnamon candle which seemed to linger on his skin for days after his visit. He wanted to play the sketching games he had half-heartedly endured last time and he wanted to become a better artist.

Bucky had left your cookie box at home as an excuse to meet up with you again. And even though he was sweating ferociously when he approached you after class, you had agreed to meet with him again.

He’d left the gallery with a bright smile that evening. Excited for the next time he’d see you again and eager with daydreams on the subway home.

You and Bucky met up every week. Every time, spending a little longer not just drawing and it filled his heart with warmth and happiness. You shared laughter, and, in Bucky’s eyes, a growing connection with every passing meeting.

He learned about your dreams and aspirations and told you about his past, his interests, and his most treasured fantasies.

As weeks turned into months, Bucky found himself drawn to you in more ways than the warmth radiating from your smile he’d noticed the first day he met you, or your talent of calmly helping him in every way possible. He admired your passion for art, your kindness, and your enchanting presence. The fear and the shyness that had gripped him at first, slowly faded away - replaced by a sense of comfort when he was with you.

And soon he realized that there was nothing he didn’t love about you. This was how he got the courage to, on one calm evening spent on your sofa, between the colorful pillows he had been thinking about falling asleep on for weeks, place his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers with his.

“I got something for you,” he whispered between dialogues of the Halloween movie playing on TV, watching as your eyes aimed up at him with curiosity.

With reluctance, he peeled himself out of the warm blanket you shared and trudged to the sketchbook hidden in his bag. The initial idea had been dipped in silly confidence. But it was too late to back out now. He’d already told you about it.

So despite his nervous heartbeat, Bucky came back to the sofa and handed you the book.

“Open it,” he nudged when you carefully inspected the black leather binding, unaware of the confession hidden beneath.

And when you did, he felt he could read every expression on your face like a poem.

The book was filled with sketches of you. The first pages were scattered in hasty pencil drawings, misplaced lines, and unintentional dents. Then followed the section in which he had tried to pay attention to detail. The curve of your nose or the arch of your fingers when they pointed at his artwork. He could see them now, hovering over the sketches himself, and when you turned to the last page of the section, he could see the striking resemblance between them. And so did you. On the next turn, you revealed the latest portraits he’d added to the book - finally confident enough to attempt doing what he saw you as justice, to finally look past his mistakes - or happy little accidents as you called them - and just try it.

Bucky had discovered that your weekly sketch sessions had done him good. And that you had secretly given him back what he had mourned after for so long.

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you from the moment we met.” He whispered still, too afraid to break the moment you’d just created. “Thought it was time for me to tell you.”

Your eyes were glassy when you tore them from the pages in your hand, a shaky laugh escaping your lips when Bucky beamed down at you. “You did all of this for me-”

“Because of you,” he corrected and wiped a lonely tear from your cheek. “I never thought I could get the joy of drawing back until you showed me how.”

Bucky leaned in closer until your noses touched. “How to be less critical of myself.” He closed his eyes and let his hand linger on your skin. “And how to welcome a mistake by making it an accident-”

And before he could finish that sentence, he felt your lips press to his and your warm hands wrap around his neck to pull him into your body. Bucky shivered in excitement, letting his hands trail down your back and falling into the soft cushions of your sofa while he pressed you to his chest protectively.

He sighed into the kiss, feeling his heart burn with excitement.

Fascinating, how fast a mistake can turn into a happy little accident.

I love you Bob Ross <3

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wheeboo · 1 year

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seventeen and their reaction to finding drawings of them in a sketchbook

PAIRING. seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, headcanons WARNINGS. terms of endearment WORD COUNT. 1.08k

requested by @cinnamoroxie: hi hi raniaaa !! what ab svt w an s/o that has like an entire sketchbook dedicated to drawing them? and then they get all upset and pouty if they see u drawijg another svt member

notes: so my mind for some reason processed this as a reaction and kinda accidentally veered off “seeing u drawing another member” to “seeing A drawing of another member” for this oops i’m sorry 😭 but i hope that’s fine alkfjsdf??? anyway this was silly to write

choi seungcheol

discovered your sketchbook on accident and when he opened it, just imagine his eyes going wide as he drops everything he was doing and runs out to find you in the living room. he’s like “you’ve been hiding all this from me?” but when he stumbles upon a sketch on the side of hoshi w his stuffed animal tiger, he immediately pouts and feels that pang of jealousy and you’re like “hoshi was the one who wanted me to draw him like that! you know I always love drawing you!”

yoon jeonghan

knows you love drawing but didn’t expect to find a sketchbook filled w drawings of him. just in pure awe the entire time as he goes thru the sketchbook with you next to him, muttering quiet praises of admiration that leaves you meltingggg. but when he finds this unfinished sketch of what looks like joshua, all he could do is look at it and be like all sarcastically “hm, I don’t remember you having a second boyfriend?”

joshua hong

would be so enanamoured by your drawing abilities. every time you flip a page to show him more drawings you’ve done of him he would constantly try to go back to the previous page, admire it for a minute longer, before telling you to proceed. but when you flip to a page showing a little drawing of seokmin, he’d look down at it, grab your pencil from your hand, and erase seokmin’s face to replace with a silly one, drawing an arrow saying “← not your boyfriend”

wen junhui

literally in awe and shock the entire time, constantly showering you w praise and prob constantly asking questions like how did you draw his nose so perfectly?? how do you shade so perfectly?? how the heck did you draw hair?? he has so many questions and you are willing to answer all of them. but when he stumbles upon a drawing of minghao he gets all whiny “why did you draw him?? I’m right here!!!”

kwon soonyoung

another one constantly asking questions and praising you, and he reacts so dramatically as you flip thru each page. this time all of your respective drawings is ensured to always have some sort of tiger/horanghae reference in there. so when he sees a sketch of jihoon doing a wooahae he just gets all disappointed and pouts “if you were going to draw another guy at least make him do a horanghae” knowing damn well jihoon won’t ever do that irl

jeon wonwoo

is silently appreciating each and every drawing. pieces together the outfits you’ve drawn in his mind since he would catch you drawing when you both are alone, and turns out you were drawing him at whatever moment you could. but when he sees a silly lil sketch of mingyu, he takes off his glasses to get a closer look and you see the kinda jealous look to his face and you’re like “babe don’t be jealous, it was the time we all hung out together and mingyu wanted a lil doodle of himself”

lee jihoon

he’s like wonwoo but a bit more vocal abt it. super super impressed from how accurate your drawings are. and you always say to him after every drawing “its bcuz you looked so handsome at the time” and he get so so shy abt it, but internally he’s deeply touched. but when he sees a drawing of seungcheol he gets a tad bit jealous and crosses his arms “did he look handsome at the time too?”

xu minghao

honestly don’t be surprised if he also has a sketchbook full of drawings of you lmao. the two of you are practically bound together by your interests in art and prob have frequent doodling n painting sessions together, always complimenting and praising each others work. but if he stumbles upon a funny drawing jun in the corner, he does that lip pout iykwim “what happened to me being your muse, honey?”

kim mingyu

is like every possible synonym of the word happiness and endeared and loved. gets dramatic like hoshi and becomes so prideful like “I know I was so handsome that day, right?” or you know “you got my good angles!” and you just roll your eyes playfully. but boy does this man pout and sulk like crazy whenever he sees like a drawing of wonwoo or another member “babe, I thought this was a sketchbook about ME”

lee seokmin

oh he’s so happy, like beyond happy and giddy. absolutely melting inside n squealing throughout each page turn with his mouth open agape. he’s literally so proud of you for the efforts you put in each drawing of him and wishes he can pay your love back somehow. but if he sees a lil doodle of joshua or other members on another page he has that cute frown to his face and whines “sunshine...” then he’s like “okay you know what would be better?” and then he draws a mustache or something funny on top of the drawing

boo seungkwan

is literally your personal fanboy and hypes you up from any drawing you show him, but he gets soo shy n flustered whenever you showed him drawings that you did of him. in amazement he’s like “is that really me?” as he takes in each drawing with absolute detail. but if he sees this funny sketch of vernon on one page, he might get a lil insecure, so pls reassure him that it was only a funny moment you wanted to draw when vernon and seungkwan came over to your place

vernon chwe

gives those nods of approval as you go through each page. it may not seem like it, but he’s very very impressed. here and there he quietly mutters a soft “wow” as he traces a finger over some of the drawings as if making sure it was real and not a figment of his imagination. but say he sees a lil funny doodle of seungkwan, he’d be like “wow that actually looks like him” and then you lightly slap his arm “babe! he doesn’t even have a face”

lee chan

begs on your knees for you to show him your drawings, and when you do, he gets so into it. “wait wasn’t this the time when we had that cafe date?” or “omg! that’s when we went to the zoo during the holiday” and then he attempts to recreate some of the poses. but when he stumbles upon a brief sketch of jeonghan or another member, he just scoffs “wait till you see this. I can do a better pose than him!”

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 months

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"Luxury"- a Loki/Reader Drabble

You wake up next to Loki with not a care in the world.

Genre: Fluff/Lust Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warning: brief mentions of fingering and sex at the end Word Count: 1.3k (I know, not really a drabble but for me it is)

The light sound of delicate pebbles hitting the windowpane roused you from the perfect dream. At first, it was as if the gentle rain sounds were part of the scenario in your head. Then, you blinked back into the waking realm and understood that the weather outside your window had shifted to a steady shower, raindrops heavy and round as they fell onto every surface with a tiny ‘plop.’

Dark and gray, yet calming and gentle on your adjusting pupils, the room still betrayed the morning. Light from the open-curtained window illuminated the walls. The room, bigger than most, was still full to the brim with photographs, art on the walls, as well as your robes and clothes from the night before. Your garments were splayed on the floor after you’d ripped them off in a rush to climb into bed together and make love for hours, Loki’s stamina still the strongest in Asgard (according to him, of course).

You were aware of your immediate surroundings: plush, luxurious silk bed sheets in shades of green, warm from yours and Loki's shared body heat. It felt like a cloud against your skin. Every fold of the fabric was tucked around you in the optimal place, cocooning you, protecting you from anything that could offend you while you slept.

When you expressed your deepest wish to quit your horrendous day job and focus on the things that made you happy (writing, particularly), Loki helped you work up the courage to tell them all off. Once you found yourself in his sights, he made it his business to see that you wanted for nothing. You had servants attending to your every wish with the pull of a rope. You only ate the best foods, both healthy and delectable. Even the barest vegetable dish was like sampling an appetizer at a five-star establishment back home.

Your days were spent indulging in the work that you loved while Loki held court with his brother the King and couldn’t be with you. Loki’s first gift to you after sweeping you away was a writing desk. Well, it was less of a desk and more of a ‘center.’ A whole corner of the parlor attached to the bedroom was set up with screens, keyboards, notebooks and sketch pads, a corkboard for memos and things to remember, dim desk lights, a pull-out tray for food and drink that kept it away from your equipment, and a plush leather chair. Books lined the space. He vowed that the moment you finished a transcript that was to your satisfaction, it would be in every library and bookshop in Asgard, read by anyone with literary taste.

You don’t know what you did to earn his love and his lavish gifts, but did it matter? Dare a mortal question paradise in the palm of her hand?

Slowly, you walked to the window, opening it despite the weather. You had always secretly loved the rain, but you typically kept that to yourself for fear of the strange looks people gave you for confessing such a quirk. Yet, when you felt the gentle rush of warm wind caress your face like Loki’s sweetest kisses, you felt invigorated.

Petrichor flooded your nose, the earthy smell radiating up from where the water was gathering in the palace gardens below your terrace. Watching the rain douse Asgard in a coating of precipitation, you felt you could fly out the window into it, spiraling about the towers, buttresses, turrets, and rooftops, thanking the Fates for your lot in joyous aerial acrobatics.

However, there were some things even Loki couldn’t bless you with, and your silly little mortal legs stayed on the floor. Your heart had to do the thanking for you, and it always sang in a rousing chorus whenever Loki held your hand.

Instead of flying out into the morning storm, you decided to take a moment and freshen up before Loki stirred, inevitably wanting to run his wandering hands over you.

Your bathroom was larger than the entirety of your last apartment in the mortal world, and the bathtub was more akin to a pool, like the communal baths of the Roman era. Alas, the bathing pool belonged to no one but you and Loki. Once you’d mentioned that the sound and feeling of running water always soothed your nerves and brought you to a peaceful state, he arranged for an artificial waterfall to be built over the pumps, so it could fill the pool while you waited, and continue to fall while the water didn’t overflow. It was your favorite spot in the world.

However, not wanting to waste the water on yourself (you naturally bathed with your consort), you stepped into the shower instead, covering your body in thick, rich soap bubbles. You couldn’t help but begin humming aloud as you stood in the marble stall, blissfully shallow in thought.

Back home, everyone ran too quickly, thought too deeply, and always ended their lives in regret. It felt almost unnatural to have the luxury to be brainless, to just be in your body and soak in the moment. You could daydream instead, if you wanted. Oftentimes you filled the lonely hours while Loki held court in these fantasies, some of which you wrote down, others you kept behind your secret smile. Only Loki would ever know the most daring of your dreams.

Taking your time, you got into a robe and decided to ring for a tea tray. You would read by the window and dry off--

--Loki stirred every so slightly as you passed by the bed. He hadn’t awakened, but you couldn’t help but notice him the minute he moved. You turned to the canopy bed you shared with your lover, who was still oblivious to the world. The dawn nor rainstorm woke the god. He was a notoriously heavy sleeper, after all.

The Asgardian Adonis was sprawled amongst the pillows as if deliberately showing off his sculpted muscles in his slumber. Raven black waves fanned out across the silk pillows, their light piney scent kissing your nose from several paces away. The covers were tussled about his hip, obscuring the little piling of hair that trailed from his navel downward. Two gleaming pectorals steadily rose and fell with each breath, taking yours away.

You lost your interest in reading or tea immediately.

Choosing to leave the window open, letting the warm breeze fly in through the gossamer curtains, you let your robe slip to the floor. You rolled back onto your side of the bed, still naked and wet all over.

Loki finally awoke, his eyes fluttering open just as you settled in on your side facing him. He smiled softly, the heavy fog of drowsiness still hanging over his face.

One of the funniest quirks about him that surprised you at first, was that Loki’s favorite time of the day to have sex was just after waking in the morning. Sure, he was ready for you any time you needed him, but something about the stillness of the dawn motivated him, stirred his longing. You loved it.

Without speaking, he drew a hand over the curve of your hip, over your belly, and finally down between your legs. He chuckled at what he felt there--it gave him pleasure to know how easily he turned you on. Hel, he didn’t need to be awake!

“Mmmm, did you just take a bath, or are you happy to see me?” he whispered, his voice full of mischief and lust.

You giggled as you began to feel your thighs (and the lips in between) pulsing with aching need. Loki loved teasing you in the mornings.

It was a small price to pay for being the richest person in all the Realms.

No lie, mentally I’m in absolute hell right now. I wrote this as a brief sensory meditation to try and bring myself to a functional place. Literally, this is just a tableau of what I want right now. No plot to speak of, but if anyone else is being tossed through the anxiety shredder the way I am, hopefully this brings you a moment of repose.

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its-avalon-08 · 27 days

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hii, can you write a headcanons for kimi as being boyfriend of a model? tysm!

world apart yet we fit

kimi räikkönen x model!reader

kimi, despite his stoic exterior, secretly keeps every magazine cover or spread y/n is featured in. he has a hidden folder on his laptop titled "the most beautiful smile" which is just y/n's modeling photos.

y/n knows kimi hates attending galas or award shows with her, so she finds ways to make it fun for him. they create a secret game of counting the most outrageous outfits or spotting the most bored celebrities.

kimi isn't the most vocal with his feelings, but he always makes sure to pick y/n up from the airport after a long modeling trip, no matter how early or late it is. he has the biggest bouquet of flowers in his hand along with her favorite take out.

kimi knows healthy eating can be difficult during long modeling shoots. he preps little care packages of her favorite trail mix and healthy snacks to sneak into y/n's luggage.

kimi hates crowded restaurants, so after a race weekend, they have a tradition of ordering takeout from their favorite local place and having a movie marathon in their pajamas (which are matching).

y/n hides little notes with motivational quotes or silly jokes in kimi's race helmet before qualifying or the main race. eg- "my icemean, show them hell xoxo y/n/n"

kimi pretends to be grumpy when y/n gushes about him in interviews, but secretly he loves it. he'll catch her eye from across the room and give her a small, genuine smile.

y/n knows how much kimi values his privacy. she never forces him to be on social media with her, but she might sneak a goofy picture of him relaxing at home into her instagram story every now and then. (he pretends to be annoyed but secretly adores the attention).

kimi isn't the best gift-giver, but he always remembers those little things y/n mentions in passing. he once surprised her with a rare book on a finnish artist she'd admired from afar and he got it for her.

y/n encourages kimi to reconnect with his finnish hobbies. they spend summer afternoons going for quiet nature walks or fishing in the finnish countryside, just the two of them.

kimi, who hates flying, will conquer his fear and accompany y/n on certain shoots if it means they get to explore a new location together.

y/n knows kimi isn't the most expressive with words, so she's learned to read his emotions through small gestures. a raised eyebrow means he's proud of her, a small squeeze of her hand means he's happy. but kimi surprised her and with the help of sebastian as him teammate, he became more expressive and comfortable with pda.

after a particularly tough race, y/n will find kimi sketching in his notebook. it's a little-known hobby that helps him de-stress. she'll sit beside him in comfortable silence, drawing circles with her finger on his bicep, just being a calming presence.

they have a tradition of celebrating each other's victories, big or small. whether it's a podium finish for kimi or a major campaign booking for y/n, they clink champagne flutes (or milk if it's late) and celebrate each other's achievements.

kimi hates the male models who get to comfortable and makes it a point to stay as close to her as possible, causing y/n to jokingly call him her guard dog.

kimi and y/n adore eachother to the end of the earth. he calls her kulta <3

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byhees · 1 year

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young, dumb, and so in love.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 1000 genre fluff established relationship high school au warnings not proof-read skipping class — more

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heeseung

skipping classes together, just as a way to escape from the stresses and bore of life for a moment.

sneaking into unused rooms, or even classrooms that have substitutes covering for the lesson— it wasn’t like they recognised every passing student.

the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins, paired with the accelerating pace at which your heart would pump, would be sufficient to send you into a dreamlike sensation.

holding hands under the tables by the back of the class, simply relishing in the impulsive decision to scurry off without a care in the world.

basking in heeseung’s embrace and warmth as his fingers gently caress your hand, drawing little shapes on the surface of skin.

unknowingly giggling about something in a volume louder than intended, and getting scolded for it by the substitute teacher.

“shh, you don’t wanna get caught the second time, right petal?”

jongseong

doodling your name, or even your portrait in the margins of your notebook, during art class.

attempting to draw his special someone, or simply put, you, in an odd, neck-craning angle, all while trying to capture your surrealism in messy lines and smudged lead.

“being around you reminds me that happiness is a thing that just, exists.”

gently nudging you with his elbow to gesture for a sign of reciprocation to his drawings; you’d wind up filling his page with a somewhat mirrored version of your own— doodles of your lover, in all of their side-profile glory.

softly laughing about particular sketches that seem out of the ordinary— where did that fridge come from?

inevitably getting caught by an observant eye and panicking to cover up after the self-assigned break.

jaeyun

him offering his help with your homework as an excuse to spend more time together with you— but you’re better at the subject than he is.

silently watching in amusement as he attempts to explain the concept to you, only to stumble and hesitate on his words, eyes drifting off to land on random objects as a response conjures itself in his mind.

stifling a giggle when you see him blank out for a second, head tilting, eyebrows slightly furrowed at the confusing question.

you, very ironically, leaning forward to explain the solution to him.

a light pinkish-red hue dusting his cheeks, orbs glistening with a tinge of embarrassment, but you’d find him awfully endearing.

“i feel like such a big oaf, but i think i’m falling in love with you even more with every passing second that i’m around you.”

sunghoon

him fidgeting with your school tie, the collar of your uniform, and even the hem of your shirt; he claims that it’s for presentation purposes, since you’re a class president, but it’s just a silly justification to find spare time with you.

occasionally fixing your hair by tucking stray strands behind your ear— perhaps he enjoys seeing the way you fluster under the close proximity, or when his finger accidentally brushes against your cheek.

him finding it habitual to subtly sulk on a daily basis, just because you two don’t share the same classes.

going out of his way to see where you might be during break time; he’d often see you seated at a lunch table by the courtyard, or by the lockers.

poking your cheeks because he finds you incredibly adorable when dressed to the nines, not a single crinkle spotted on your blazer, hair tied neatly.

“oh gosh, you’re so cute, and i’m just… so in love with you..”

seonwoo

sharing earphones during lunch breaks, under the tree that you two established as a comfy spot, and on the public transport.

having different music preferences and playing your favourite tunes for one another to hear.

hands interlocked with one another as you two play the music to a volume above the recommended, just to drown out the surrounding conversations and mechanical-sounding brakes.

smiles painting your lips as you two share similar responses to the new and unfamiliar music styles— suppressing small gasps to particularly addictive portions of the songs.

feeling especially cosy in each other’s company when watching rain droplets race down the bus windows, the air circulating within the bus seeming more chilly than usual.

“do we really have to leave? … it just feels so comforting being here with you.”

jungwon

passing notes in class— short ones scribbled down on crumpled notepads, or longer ones written meticulously on a poorly ripped piece of paper.

being a nuisance to your classmates by constantly pestering them to relay the message over to one another.

watching the other’s reaction from across the room— gushing over how adorable they look when they flash a smile at the compliment, or silently wheezing over their flabbergasted expression upon laying sight on the comical note.

taking the time to decorate the note on special occasions.

him being teased by his friends for your sickeningly sweet relationship, and feeling the tip of his ears redden at the playful comments.

but always making it a point to act cool and composed in front of you, even flashing a cheeky wink down the hallway.

“you’re so pretty.. and so… incredibly ethereal… ahem! i mean you’re gorgeous, as always.”

riki

him intentionally scurrying for a seat next to you during group work, shoulder touching shoulder, as he flashes a wide grin.

making weird phrases like ‘seat soulmates’, when he’d obviously just ran half the classroom to get a seat beside you.

slipping some playful bickers and teases just to see you send a halfhearted glare towards his direction, his heart thumping at a speed beyond normal.

always buzzing to catch a glimpse of you.

purposely bumping into you in the hallways, or even having near-misses in the school library— the twist is that he never visits the library for genuine reading. just to simply see you and briefly wave hello or goodbye.

“stopppp, don't smile at me like that. you're making my tummy feel all weird.”

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vendetta-ari · 3 months

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as an avid velvette lover, i gotta ask about your hcs for her, give me the silly random shit, smut WHATEVER- i just need more of HER (and ideas to doodle)

AAA HI I LOVE YOUR ART AND THIS ASK WAS SO MUCH FUN TO DO OMFG :3

Theese headcanons are all over the place, they also include a bit of Vox and Valentino, they're everywhere so apologies in advance!! (Bit of NSFW) enjoy!!!

~ Velvette can't spell for shit, ok this is random but this poor girl cant help to save her life

~ She is the typa girl to sing I'm the shower (really fucking loudly mind you) and sometimes you cheer her on outside the shower.

~ Her favorite types of movies are musicals, more specifically Heathers (me too girl)

~ As much as she loves extravagant dates she prefers cozy movie dates with you, feeding each other chocolate strawberries and all that stuff.

~ Her favorite season is summer, and her favorite holiday?

~ “My favorite holiday? Well obviously it's my birthday! why wouldn't it be”

~ She likes drawing sometimes, she sketches in her journal, usually outfit designs but sometimes other stuff too.

~ More specifically you. you looked through her journal while she was at work once and there were a hell of a lot of sketches with you, a few of her sketches were both of you with little hearts around them, and a few pages with you modeling her outfit ideas.

~ Velvette used to take you both to clubs, but you got hit on one too many times and she refuses to take you to one ever again.

~ Every year she throws the most crazy halloween party where everyone gets drunk, her last halloween costume was a female (kinda slutty) ghostface costume

~ Her halloween parties usually go south immediately, Valentino is trying to get everyone to work for him and is high out of his mind, he's been staring at the ceiling lamp for an hour.

~ Vox is chugging alcohol and is getting way too drunk, he's glitching out every sentence. He's calling carmilla drunk and telling her what a bitch she is apparently, carmilla Is used to this and ain't amused, she's gonna block his number soon.

~ As for Velvette she's recording everyone's stupidity and mostly sober, had a few hits of weed and about four shots, but she can handle alcohol pretty well so you aren't too worried.

~ As for you, you stay near Velvette's side, watching it all burn. you don't usually leave her side

~ Not that you need to though, Velvette is pretty much anything you'll ever need <3

~ She gifted you a collar once and she gets all pissy at you when you take it off, you don't normally use it during sex but there are a few occasions.

~ The collar is purple and red with a silver lining, it's kinda tight around your neck but, whatever makes Velvette happy I suppose

~ She hosts Christmas parties too, they're a bit more chill because it's less people but Val is drinking the entire bottle of eggnog, vox is asleep on the couch with an ugly Christmas sweater he was forced to put on (I hc him not liking Christmas too much. (request vox headcanons pls) And Velvette's giving people incredibly stupid gifts for the gift exchange.

~ during her breaks she usually eats lunch, and bitches about her day (Mainly just Val and Vox) while you sit in between/on her thighs

~ As for drawing ideas, I like the idea of Velvette painting your nails all these pretty colors :3

~Another idea I like is just velvette pulling the most sadistic pranks on val, bc let's be real he deserves it (as for what the prank is idk)

~ Also istg I'd pay to see art of the Halloween party mentioned earlier (on a side note, I love your art it's really good omfg 😭)

(Word count: 517)

Had a lotta fun doing this, hope you enjoyed too!

-xoxo, Ari

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel romantic #romantic #fluff #smut #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #the vees #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel

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ataraxiaspainting · 30 days

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Body.

Yan Mahito x F Reader x Yan Nanami.

Synopsis: He hasn’t come back yet. It is far past dusk, and you are here sitting in the dark, waiting as you were taught to.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, mentions of violence/not SFW, and major spoilers for late S2 of JJK.

Word Count: 500.

just pretend mahito survived and is still just a silly little gremlin <3

*~*~*~*

The apartment has always been devoid of any color and has always had a musky smell lingering in the air. But things had changed when you were asleep; things like the entrance being cleaner than usual, and that suffocating earthy scent being replaced with something more bitter.

There were flowers on the dining room table when you woke up, marigolds, accompanied by a large breakfast platter. Eggs, toast with butter and jam, coffee, and cherry tomatoes.

“...” You didn’t yell out anything to see if Kento was around, for he had told you last night he had to leave extra early for his job. You didn’t complain back then, and you still don’t now.

You were happy to be rid of him for a bit. You earned yourself the reward of having the bookshelf in the living room unlocked, along with the reward of getting your sketchbooks and notepads back.

However, as time passed, the joy gradually diminished, leaving behind only a nauseating feeling from your gut.

“...Hungry…” You murmur, looking away from your sketch and towards the clock that hung above the television. “...Seven… He’s late…” You say the words quietly to not alert the cameras Kento put all over the place, especially the one that was right next to one of the lamps. “...Good…?”

The cameras would see your drawing if you do or say anything louder, all of it, with Kento’s head sliced off and on the bottom right corner, having the image of rotting away in damp dirt with x’s replacing his eyes and his tongue sticking out. His arms and legs are in the other areas of the paper, put in puddles of blood just to get all of your anger out before Kento comes back.

But the feeling does not go away, and further into the night the sky goes, the hungrier and lonelier you are. Even though you wish you could miss anyone else, you miss Kento, because despite him being your kidnapper, he is all you can talk to while you are held captive in this apartment.

You miss him, even with how each slap of his cane felt on your skin. You miss him, even with how every few days he would force your legs apart. You miss him, even with how his threats, while horrifying, also felt quite possible.

You miss him despite everything he has ever done to you. The pain it brings exceeds any words that can capture its intensity. The agony is far greater than everything Kento has ever done.

But then with the sound of the door creaking open, along with the sounds of humming a tune, your heart feels like it has stopped for a few moments. Even though you don’t know who exactly entered, you know that it was not Kento, and that scares you most of all. Your life flashes before your eyes and faster than you can blink, a man with gray hair grabs your shoulder tight.

“I think we’ll be great friends…”

#yandere #yandere x reader #aya abstractions #yandere nanami #yandere nanami kento #yandere nanami x reader #yandere kento nanami #yandere mahito x reader #yandere mahito #mahito x reader #nanami x reader

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13keithxpidge13 · 11 months

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I'm giving Miles and Hobie cute little kids bc I CAN

Hobie always wanted a big family. He knew he'd never get the chance to have one but it was the thought that counted, he supposed. He'd like to think about what his daughters and sons would look like, who'd he'd fall in love with to have his children with.

It was silly, to dream that is. He'd never want to bring children into his sick and twisted universe.

He never thought his dream would become a reality.

Miles and Hobie have Aaron when Miles is twenty five and Hobie is twenty seven. He was...sort of a surprise. They had been thinking of trying for a child after being married for almost three years but only thinking. Hobie was terrified of having children, even though he had permanently moved into Miles' dimension after successfully taking down his corrupt government. He was still scared because-what if he wasn't good at being a father? What if he fucked their kid up?

Even after several reassurances that he'd be great from Miles, it never really did ease his worries but it was nice to know that at least Miles had faith in him.

So, yes, little Aaron was most definitely a surprise.

He was a little hyper babe, always moving and always talking to his parents in his baby babble. He wasn't as hyper as Mayday had been but, he was definitely a talker, especially with Miles. But, Hobie soon found out that, much like himself, his son was infatuated with music of any kind. Despite that, Aaron liked it when his dad played his guitar the most, squealing and giggling uncontrollably when Hobie would strum his fingers across his guitar strings to make noise.

He also loves to go flying with both his parents. If it was nice out enough, Miles would wrap him in a tight blanket and hold him against his chest and swing from building to building, making Aaron scream and shriek with absolute delight.

Their son was already showing signs of being a super just like them. He could pick up heavy objects like an ipad or a glass plate with no problem and he had already tried climbing on the walls. Miles hair nearly turned completely white at the sight of their little boy in the middle of the ceiling and screamed for Hobie so loud he thought the windows would shatter.

Three years later, they had their baby girl; Brooklyn. Sweet babe she was but /loud/ she most certainly could be. She had Miles' nose, his pretty eyes, and curly hair that matched Miles and Rio's to a T. She looked like her papa and grandma in every way. Hobie absolutely adored his little girl, his precious princess.

She was a little terror though. She had Hobie's brash and outgoing attitude. She was /very/ demanding but had Miles' soft heart. She was a daddy's girl through and through and Hobie loved to dote on her for it. She had the same exact affinity for music that Hobie did and was a big artist. Brooklyn would scribble something on a piece of paper and immediately go to show her dada who would claim she was better than all those shitty renaissance artists from four hundred years ago. Soon, the fridge would be covered in tens and tens of scribbles and sketches made by Brooklyn, her parents cooing and praising her for her creativity. She also had powers, could climb on the walls and ceilings for days if she wanted. It was her favorite pastime besides her art and playing the drums. As she grows older, she becomes part of a band and her aunt Gwen teaches her all she knows about being a drummer.

AAAAA I love my punkflower babies. I thought I was really clever with their names hehe. If you want more.of them, feel free to send me asks! I'll be happy to answer them!

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deejadabbles · 7 months

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Hiiii friend!! wanted to request a spooky prompt number 6 and 😈 with Fives please and thank you!!

Hello darling!! Thank you for sending this in, I was very inspired the moment I read it so I hope you enjoy this 🤩 This one also got a little ~heated~ since Fives had officially become one of my faves 😏

How to Summon A Demon Boyfriend (Demon!Fives x GN Reader)

Summary: There's no such thing as demons, they're just something to use for cheesy cautionary tales...Right? Rating: M (Minors DNI) Word Count: 1,813 Warnings: Crappy 'friends', small injury and mentions of blood, reader gets a big scare but it's fine in the end I promise, heavily suggestive content. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up /// AO3

You really needed to learn to say no sometimes.

Tonight was supposed to be the perfect chance to curl up on the couch in your favorite PJs and coziest blanket. Instead, you were freezing your ass off in a dark playground, pretending to summon a demon like some bored teenager.

Cam and you weren’t even that close, just work buddies, but that little voice inside your head had been yelling too loud: 'he was really sweet and invited you! You have to go! It would be rude not to!' Now you were annoyed with every moment of this silly little seance.

“Alright, I think that should do it!” said the cute blonde girl, who you didn’t know before tonight. You didn’t know any of Cam’s friends, yet here you were with them. “I think it’s a good little summoning circle, if I do say so myself!” She beamed down at the chalk drawing she’d sketched onto the area usually reserved for hopscotch.

Then another one of Cam’s friends, a young man with dark hair fit for a punk band, voiced your own thoughts, “This is stupid, what makes you think we can summon a demon from some random book you found in a second hand store?”

“Dude, I’m telling you, if anything’s the real deal, it’s this!” Cam insisted, cautiously taking the book from the blonde and flipping a page, “I mean, just look at this!” He tilted it towards you and the punk guy, “The ancient looking paper, the notes and stains- plus, the store owner said she got it from her friend when he died and that his family was into all kinds of strange occult shit.”

You would admit, it was a very convincing tome, even if the demon summoning was all fiction, the owner had put lots of work into its design. You reached out to touch the edge of the page, to see if it really did feel ancient, but just as you did Cam moved as well and a sharp pain seared through your finger tip.

With a loud hiss and a curse you pulled your hand back, clutching it close to your chest.

“Shit- sorry!” Cam said, “Paper cut?”

“Yeah,” you muttered, taking a tentative peak at the now throbbing finger. It was leaking red, the skin around it looking angry, and you noticed part of the offending page was now stained with your blood too. Well, at least it added to the book’s authentic aesthetic.

“Wow, didn’t know we’d be making blood sacrifices tonight,” the blonde said with a laugh.

“Happy to contribute,” was your sarcastic reply as you tried to soothe the throbbing. “Next time I-”

“Uh, guys!” Cam’s eyes were wide as he looked down at the book, “The words are glowing!” Then he let out a high pitched yelp, and dropped the book as if it had burned him.

With a loud thud, it landed on the summoning circle and that’s when you saw that the curving calligraphy on the pages were indeed glowing! Not only that, but the moment it touched the chalked symbols, the ground below you started to rumble unlike any earthquake you had ever seen.

Cam and blondie yelped as they fell to the ground together, you not keeping your balance for much longer, and punk kid only staying upright when he threw himself on a picnic table.

“What the hell is happening?!” the girl yelled, pulling the hood of her jacket up as if that would shield her from the horrors unfolding.

“You’re the ones who wanted to summon a demon!” Punk shouted, looking pale and ready to hurl as the ground continued to shake.

Then, within the circle, the already cracked and worn cement split apart. Chunks of it flew as old compacted dirt from beneath surged to the surface, making way for something else.

It wasn’t a man- “man” didn’t begin to describe it. Clawed hands reached towards the sky, lifting above a head of dark curls that did little to hide two large horns. Dark skin around tight muscles that flexed as he rose up from the earth, a bare chest with marks that might have been tattoos, and a blue kilt of some sort that made room for a swaying tail.

Paralyzed on the ground as you were, all you could do was watch with wide eyes as the demon stretched, and let out a roar of a yawn as if waking from a deep sleep. Then his eyes flashed open, revealing deep brown irises rimmed in red.

He scanned them over your little petrified group and, for some reason, your stunned brain noticed the dumbest little detail. 'Oh, he has a number five tattooed on his forehead. Wonder what that means'.

That’s when the demon pulled his lips back in a dastardly grin, revealing large fangs surely made to rip apart human flesh.

“Run,” he growled.

Somebody screamed. Someone else cried some sort of plea. But you couldn’t say anything, all noise dying in your throat as you rolled over and tried to scramble to your feet. Just as you started to, someone (Cam?) knocked into you and sent you tumbling back to the dirt painfully. Footsteps thundered around you and, looking up, you realized that the other three were already disappearing into the darkness as they ran, leaving you behind.

“Wait-” the pleading call was lost in the wind, just as something behind you took a loud step closer.

Somehow your brain was going a mile a minute and not thinking anything at all as you became painfully aware of the large, looming presence closing in on you. Body unable to move from fear, all you could do was listen as the demon let out a low, deep chuckle.

“Some friends you have,” he purred. “Leaving you here.” Something brushed along your back. “All alone.” Leaves rustled as he knelt above you. “With me.” Hot breath fanned against your ear.

A noise very close to a squeal left you as a hand grabbed your shoulder and rolled you over onto your back. You were face to face with the demon now, his arms caging you in on either side, his face hovering over yours, and still sporting that hungry grin as his dark eyes looked you over slowly.

“P-please don’t kill me,” it came out as little more than a wheeze, but at least you managed to say something.

That’s when those brilliant eyes snapped back to yours. There was a heartbeat of silence in which you went through a thousand different ‘this is the end’ scenarios in your head-

But then, the demon threw his head back and laughed!

It wasn’t a sinister, cruel laugh either. Instead it was light and, dare you say, joyful. The kind of laugh a loved one would make after you mentioned some inside joke or another. His broad shoulders shook and that tail of his swished behind him in a way that reminded you of a cat ready to play.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped between laughs, “I didn’t mean to scare you that bad!” He leaned back some then, as if to give you some air, though his arms were still on either side of you. “See, that’s just a little act I do to give you humans a scare.” This time, the grin he flashed was playful and a little lopsided. “You have to admit, you kind of deserve it for yanking me out of my cozy little dimension. It’s a little annoying when you don’t expect to be summoned.”

You opened your mouth, now stunned in a completely different way, but no sound was ready to come out yet, apparently.

That didn’t deter the demon, though, his eyes searched your face when he said, “Course, I did want to scare off the others. Groups are always more annoying, and I kinda liked the idea of having you to myself once I saw how cute you are.”

The unexpected statement caused you to come back down from your fearful high a little. You blinked a few times, then found it in yourself to look him in the eyes more directly. You managed to stutter out a “Wha-what?”

The demon laughed again, a shorter one this time, “Wow, I really must have done a number on you, I’m sorry, mesh’la.” He held up a hand, though the black claws at his fingertips almost made you flinch. “I swear, I’m not going to kill you. Even if I was that type of demon, there’s no challenge in killing humans,” he winked, “you’re too soft and supple.”

Heat took over your face and you weren’t sure if it was annoyance, embarrassment, or something else. Probably a cocktail of the three. After a deep, steadying breath, you finally managed to say something more than a strangled noise or single word.

“So, you’re some kind of good demon?”

He shrugged those naked, now very distracting, shoulders. “Something like that. Mostly, I’m just here to fulfill whatever contract you want from me.”

“M-Me?”

“Yup.”

“Why me?”

The demon looked down at you with something…interesting in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite place even though his expression was still light. His hand slid down the ground beside your prone body, until it reached your wrist. He grasped it gently, lifting it to show off your still sore cut.

“Because your blood summoned me. You’re the one I’m bound to, sweetheart.”

Keeping his eyes on yours, he brought your finger to his mouth and closed his lips around the bleeding cut. You found yourself breathless again as a wet tongue ran over the little injury, soothing the ache in a way you didn’t expect.

He pulled your finger out of his mouth with a little pop, then turned that fang flashing smirk on you again. “See, you summoned me, now we make some sort of deal, a contract. You give me something and I give you something in return.” He placed your hand on his naked chest so he could pin his own by your head again. “Name’s Fives, by the way, and you are?”

After swallowing the sudden lump in your throat and not feeling any more calm after doing it, you introduced yourself in the firmest tone you could muster. The demon- Fives, repeated your name slowly, and you could see his tongue tasting every letter of it.

“Hm, I like that name,” he said and again, you caught a glimpse of the spade-tipped tail flicking at his back.

You must have been more distracted by it than you realized, because he brushed the back of a claw down your cheek, before taking your chin in a firm grip to force your eyes back on his. When you did, his gaze seemed just a little darker.

“So, darling, what kind of deal do you want to make with me?”

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pomegranate-pen · 1 year

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Are you planning on doing any more lackadaisy rocky x reader stuff 👀 I just really liked the one's you've done and love your writing! No pressure tho 💙

sketches and poems

Rocky Rickaby x gn!reader

summary: in which living with Rocky has become a delight.

waning: tooth-rotting fluff. absolute love for Rocky. reader and Rocky are both down BAD. just, just pure absolute fluff I just wanted this silly cat to be happy for once.

Usually, if asked what you’d do on a daily basis for a calming weekend, you’d say that unfortunately, the morning routine has controlled your head, and you keep forgetting to turn off your alarm clock on those days, so you’re left with waking up at six a.m. with a grumble. But, nothing stays forever, does it? and luckily enough, (or maybe unlucky?) Rocky has accidentally broken your alarm clock with his frantic movements when he’s asleep. And now, you can sleep as deep as you want, with your silly favorite bootlegger right beside you.

Rocky was a hugger, day and night he’d just love any physical contact he could have with you. and the weekends? Oh, they are no excuse to not be attached, in fact, the very idea of being able to cuddle with you till noon is why Rocky has started to like weekends.

Even if you do end up instinctively waking up right near six a.m., Rocky’s tight grip on you will not loosen one bit, and you’ll have to drift off to sleep or if there truly was an important matter, you’d have to wiggle yourself out with all you could muster. But you would be met with a still sleeping, now sleep-talking and perhaps even sleep-walking Rocky who urges you to come back.

it could be presumed that he's so deeply asleep all the time because of how much he wasn’t when his living arrangements were….well…inside of a beaten down car. With so many supplies in the back that there was very little space left for him, he must’ve slept a very small amount during the days. Something about that makes your heart ache. Seeing how comfortable he seems now, snoring a bit and hugging the blanket as a replacement for your presence, then grumbling and shifting around to find you instead, you can’t help but feel happy. It’s good to see your boyfriend finally get the proper sleep he deserves. As much as he thinks he doesn’t need it, it's a necessity in anyone’s life.

Sure, the bed was small, but you two made do. yeah, Rocky did get up most of the space in the middle of the night while moving around, and you were left at the edge of the bed more times than you could count, but it was all worth it. especially when he suddenly drags you back to the middle of the bed and wraps his arms around you. nuzzling his face right at the crook of your neck without even waking up.

You thanked fate for letting you find out about where he lived that certain night. Where the streets were quiet and he was dropping you off with his car. By seeing the backseat, you started questioning him, and as brows furrowed and his tail wagged, all while he was trying to change the subject, you knew something was up and offered for him to stay the night at your place.

He begrudgingly agreed, though his stubbornness was quickly replaced by excitement as this is the first time he’d see your apartment. One night became two, and it soon became three with a lot of convincing. And luckily enough, the three-day counter has made it become a regular thing.

On usual weekdays, you’d urge him to get up at six, so you could both eat something and then go to work. He’d insist on having pancakes, or at the very least the ignored brother of it, waffles(his words, not yours.). but that takes a while to make, and the walk to your workplace is long enough, so you have to convince him why he can’t have that this morning, and why it’s quite unhealthy to have it every single day.

“but…Pancakes!” is his only reason, yet his eyes are the main weapon of his, with blown pupils and a pouty frown, you’re always almost convinced to quickly make them, but win against those urges with the excuse of running out of milk.

“But.. didn't I just buy some yesterday?”

“Rocky.”

He pouts, but grabs his hat and follows you to the door. “ fine, you win this time. “ In fact, you win every time. And besides, you do have pancakes, but just in the morning weekends as brunches, something he’s starting to adore.

Usually, weekends for him were no excuse for not going to the speakeasy, though most of his co-workers also feel it to be pointless not to go to the place, since the ‘work’ they have isn't much anyways, Mitzi herself at some point suggested to Rickaby to take a break once a week. Though it should be mentioned, this was said right after Mitzi told Rocky there’s not much to do for the day, and he in rather a fit of desperation or just pure boredom, made the most gruesome cocktail that had their dear regular Wick almost throw up and get a stomach bug the very next morning.

“I don’t understand why it affected him this strangely though.” Rocky spoke, now fully awake and stomach full with the pancakes you made together. He opened the small refrigerator you had for a moment, brows furrowing in contemplation while his lips munched up into, what you like to call, his ‘contemplation pout’. “ perhaps I should make a non-alcoholic substitute for it here for us to try?”

You panicked, quickly putting down your pencil and looking at him with a wary smile. “uh…how about you not do that and help me with some warm-up sketches instead?”

People weren’t lying, life as an artist can be quite a struggle. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t choose that path, there weren’t many jobs to decide on, nor were there any good ones with decent pay. Though, despite your average day job at an office paying the rent just fine, you can’t help but pick up your pencil and start sketching here and there, an occurrence which only doubled in activity when Rocky visited more often.

“did you draw this?” he had asked that night, the third one of him sleeping here to be exact. His eyes lit up when you nodded.

“it’s not the best though.” You take the paper from him, with one glance at the artwork you immediately noticed every little flaw it had. From the messy lines to the shading being too much or too little in some places. Truly, not your best work. Though, Rocky begged to differ.

“Are you joking? “ he grabs the paper from you, bringing it up to the small lamp light above you. as if he wanted to thoroughly inspect every crevice.

“ Why this flop of paper has been given an infinite amount of worth with your drawings on it.”

“Don’t try to flatter me, Rickaby.”

“I’m merely saying the truth!” his toothy grin makes you feel bashful. “ you should do it more often, and wouldn’t it be romantic? A poet and an artist-“Before you know it, the drawing is set on a counter as he fiddles with the coffee pot and messily pours in a mug of coffee, a mess of syrup along with it. in a moment, you're reminded of how many syrup bottles have been consumed this past month. “ in a world full of cruel grubby hands of exploiting businessmen taking away individuality, the artist and their poet-and violinist-strumming through the world with peace…” he takes a sip. “…and coffee.”

“how do you think people in the past, before the gargantuan rise of photography, would stand behind a painting for hours? Without seeing the work nor the pretty painter behind it?”

“Are you getting tired?”

“….perhaps.” Rocky’s form shakes a bit, trying to be still as much as he can be for one of the warmup sketches you’ve decided to add more details on. he was thankful that at least he was sitting for this form, if not, standing would’ve made it more difficult.

“Well, I believe they do take breaks in between the session. Or that’s just what I’ve read in books.” As you continue the conversation, you glance up at him, noticing that he’s getting quite uncomfortable by the second. “ do you want to take a break?”

He looks back at you with a cheeky grin. “if my dear artist permits it.”

You snort. “ I’ll allow it.” he gets up, walking up to you to see the progress, yet your hands come to block his path and bring the sketch further into your chest in retaliation. “it’s not done yet.”

“Can’t the muse take one glance at the work?” he pouts, pupils widening up to that pleading look that always won you ever. 'But not this time', you try to repeat in your head, resisting the urge of showing him the sketch. “ not until the work is done.” Was your reply, one to that he grunted a bit at and walked around the place instead. With his roaming around, there also was a suggestion. “ maybe a little poem then? Could there be a chance that’ll help my case in stealing a glance at the work?”

“Play your cards right and we’ll see.”

He gives a silly short bow. “As you wish.”

“Pencils skurrying across the paper in glee, a fresh batch of paint near thee, though the artist themselves are as gorgeous as they can be, they find solace in their lover’s art of poetry, but why does such a bard stand still you say? Why it’s because if there’s no muse there’s no art on display!” he looks back at you right as he finished the poem. “was that good enough?”

“You know you can always win me over with those poems.” He smiles a bit giddy and his tail wags in delight.

“so can I see it?”

“Nope!”

After a few more stubborn acts from you by constantly blocking his view and moving farther away from him, from the couch to the kitchen, from kitchen to the bathroom where you locked the door, you heard a groan of annoyance from him, now giving up and leaving for you finish up the work.

“I promise I’ll show it to you when it’s done!” you shout, though you were a bit too focused on not blurring the shadows with the back of your hand rather than his response.

Though it took a bit more time, and a lot of pain for your eraser, you managed to finish up the piece. Some parts have become a bit smudged up, and you tried your best not to add too many detailed shadows that could possibly ruin the simple piece, but it was nice. a good work, you'd say. ( even if your mind was degrading you and continuously berating you for making the most horrendous garbage on earth and making your boyfriend look bad in it-)

With opening the lock and twisting the door knob, you’re surprised to not see Rocky waiting for you, rather, you search around and find him in the living room, sitting on the couch with a starry-eyed look on his face, his tail slowly tapping the couch ever five seconds with his ears twitching every three.

“…Rocky?”

It takes you a moment to realize a notebook that was in his grasp. Your notebook.

He looks up to you in a frenzied delight. “you wrote a poem for me?”

“you looked through my bag?!”

“Could you read it to me?” he frantically gets up and shoves the paper into your hand, completely ignoring your question. And to his fortune, you completely forget about your question as well. Now embarrassment replacing the shock you had when you take a glance at the paper.

“It’s just a dumb drabble” you tried to excuse. “ it’s- it’s honestly not worth reading and you already…” Oh god, the very thought of it terrifies you. you took a second to breathe before finishing your sentence. “ you already read it anyway, there’s no point in reading it out loud.”

“do you know what’s the second most important rule in poetry?”

“….the third line must be by meaning connected to the second line?...”

A look of lovestruck crossed his face. “you’ve been studying about it?”

“only a little.” And anyway, it was never meant to be known by him in the first place. The last thing you ever wanted was for him to think he’s boring you with all his talks about poetry, so a few months ago you decided to research a bit more about the topic so you could understand what he's rambling about. “ I’m still not the best at it.”

“but you did it for me.” he huffed out a chuckle, one that sounded like he was amazed by the very idea of you caring. “ and that’s the number one rule of poetry. To care about the subject you’re writing about. Another rule, that despite being simple is also important to any poem, is the tone. If you read an important speech in a comedic tone, it won’t feel the same now would it?”

“I suppose not.”

“Well, it’s the same in poetry. every poem has a certain genre, and every genre has a certain tone you need to have when reading it. a poet reading their own poems can indicate the very tone they want any other reader to have when studying their poem, so, my dear artist?” and of course, Rocky smiles at you like he always does. My god, why do his smiles always leave you so gleeful? “ would you do me the honors of reading this very first and magnificent poem of yours?”

You scoffed, taking a glance at the scribbles laced within the paper. A wave of shyness takes over you for a moment, and you’re left with a beating heart that’s too quick for you to decipher and a constant avoidance of his gaze.

You clear your throat and hope that he doesn’t hear the shakiness in your voice. Yet as you speak, his eyes never falter. Even when you stutter a bit, and your foot taps down and you lower your head deep into the paper from the strong embarrassment you were feeling, if you even took one glance up, you’d see how he was slowly falling in love with you over again with every line you spoke. It looked like he was entranced, in a spell that leaves him giggling in pure joy. No insanity or chaos behind it, just a mere blush that couldn’t be taken off his face no matter how much he tried. Even when you faltered, or when you cringed at your lines at some parts, he felt like it was the best thing ever written. perhaps even better than his, he believed, though he’s certain you’d profusely disagree with that. The very thought of you even thinking of doing poetry for him has had him melting, but now, hearing you read the poetry is something more sublime and ethereal than he could ever muster to decipher. You had him stuck in love, and it got him to realize how attached he’s become to you, how his life connects to you so strongly now.

He couldn’t go a day without holding your hand at least once, the dreadful feeling he’d have if you didn’t kiss him on the cheek before leaving for work sounds miserable, and he now gets a bit pouty when he has to stay a little later than usual just before going home. The comfort he feels here, in this small apartment that barely fits two people, is something he realizes that he’s never felt in his life before.

Hot cocoas by the fire, drifting to sleep in someone’s arms, a mere peck on the forehead that makes the day better, all of this has egged him on to want to live here forever, to never leave such a place, to never leave you.

Despite the want to stay with you, the rooted emotions of feeling undeserving for such a nice life were sown into him, and he is left with a thoughtful look on his face.

“was…was my poem that bad?” your shame was evident in your horrified expression. One that quickly made Rocky jump out of his thoughts and deny your claims profusely. “it was lovely. I loved every second of it.”

“ Well now I just feel like you’re lying.”

“I would never!”

Your eyes squint at him in judgment, both of you knowing full well that he did lie, especially at the start of your friendship. He gives you an awkward laugh. “ok…maybe I did lie a few times—”

“a few?”

“— but that’s beside the point!” you’ve begun to notice how his skill in changing subjects is something to be wary of in the future. “ I promised to never lie to you after you found out about the speakeasy, haven't I?” you hummed in response. “ I did love your poem, I adored it in fact.”

“then why did you look so conflicted?”

You could see the small frown on his face, the doubt in his posture, and the avoidance he has in meeting your gaze. “…do you…like me living here?”

“Rocky,” you were shocked, bewildered even. “ I literally wrote an entire poem about how much I love you.” for him to even propose such a question felt baffling.” why would you ever think I’d hate living with you?”

He went silent. Which for Rocky, was something very rarely done.

“Whatever negative thoughts you have, you better erase them Rickaby." for a moment, your determination and fear got the better of you, and you couldn't control what you were saying. " If I didn’t like you living here, then I wouldn’t have had a spare key made just—“

You quickly bit your tongue, scolding yourself for revealing the big secret you’ve perfectly hidden for a week.

However, the damage was already done, Rocky’s eyes have already been widened up, and his posture shifted from one of guilt to excitement.

“you’re going to give me a spare key?”

You tensed up, looking away with a pout and a small nod. “it was supposed to be a surprise.” Was all you could grumble. “Valentine’s Day was coming up…now I have to get a new gift along with it.”

He laughed, and you remembered how much you loved hearing it. for a moment, you were worried that Rocky would be the ever so impulsive cat he is and bolt away from you, never to be seen again. “ there will be no need for such a thing my beloved.” you felt like butterflies were in your stomach, and a lightning of giddy embarrassment was coursing through your veins.

“The key is the best thing I could’ve ever wished for.” His eyes quickly brightened up, yet he said nothing and only kept his smile, fondly looking at the poem once more.

“what’s in your mind now my love?”

You could see his bashful look at that question, but he only shrugged and got up to make some tea. Thankfully though, he did respond to you at some point.

“Nothing, just thinkin’.” Well, at least he wasn’t thinking of any sad self-guilt-tripping ideas. That was all you wanted at the moment. And you were certain that whatever it was, it was enough to make him happy, and that’s good enough for you.

Later in the oh-so-beloved and ever-so-glorified Valentine’s Day, Rocky made you both matching keychains.

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A/N: hey hey hey!! I'M ALIVE!!!! EXAMS HAVE ENDED AND MY SANITY IS BACK YEAH YEAH AHAHA. I've been writing this thing for a while, at first it was supposed to be a mix of two dear anons' requests, but it just slowly and surely went farther away from what the requests were and has just become it's own thing. oh well, I hope you guys still liked it!!! requests are still open btw! though I can't guarantee I'll get to them asap, since I'm planning on focusing more on my main fics in the summer.

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swannieluv · 4 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖꩜ Portraits and flowers- PLATONIC Albedo and Klee x Child!Reader

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐜: 1,4k

✦⸼࣪⸳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!!: Slight mention of a bruise.

✦⸼࣪⸳ Part II of: Alchemy, bombs... Family?

✦⸼࣪⸳ A/N: HII!! Writing for Klee is so nice, she's just a silly ball of energy. Hope you guys like it!! Also, a friendly reminder that you're free to send whatever thoughts you have about this or my other fics on my asks <3

"Stay still."

These two words had been repeated thousands of times over the last two hours. A single command that should be simple, if it weren't terribly boring to sit in an armchair posing for so long.

"I still don't understand..." Their eyes turned to the back of the easel, which concealed Albedo's work. "Why do you want to make a portrait of me?"

"Because you're our new addition to the family; it's only fair that we have a portrait of you to put on the wall."

He wanted to present them with a painting that he would do himself. Although most of his drawings didn't make it out of the sketch phase because he always found other inspiration and left his unfinished projects lying around, Albedo was clearly making an effort for them.

For Albedo, this wasn't just a gift. It had been a few days since [Name] had joined the small family made up of Albedo, Klee and Alice; although they still hadn't had direct contact with the latter.

They were still adapting to the new reality they were living in, in the midst of a great deal of internal confusion because they couldn't remember anything about their past. That's where the idea for this gift came from, something that would make them feel embraced by him and Klee.

Albedo then returned his attention to the painting. He seemed focused, trying to capture every possible detail in his work and create the best possible representation of the person in front of him.

"It's already a great honor to have the opportunity to be painted by the 'genius' Albedo..."

They teased him in a light-hearted way. Albedo was known to many as a 'Genius'. Something in his mind said that the person who told [Name] about this title was a certain Cavalry Captain with, apparently, too much free time for his liking.

He wasn't particularly fond of being called that, thinking it was a big exaggeration on people's part. Nevertheless, he decided to join in.

"And it's a great pleasure to be able to paint the great Dodoca..." he smiled and looked at the canvas, his eyes analyzing every detail of what he had already done so that he could correct the mistakes.

"The mini terrorist will surely want a portrait if she sees it."

"Mini terrorist? New nickname for Klee, I see."

In a small family of three - or four if you count Alice - Klee was the bomb-maniac little sister. Although Albedo was the one who spent most of his time looking after the little girl, now that [Name] is here, she has been dividing her time between the two of them. Whenever Klee met [Name] along the way she would jump around and show off her new bombs, causing the two to end up in solitary confinement more than five times before even a week had passed since their arrival.

And today would probably be no exception.

"Mr. Albedo!"

Klee appeared as energetic as ever. The girl looked as if she had just returned from her adventures in Mondstadt, adventures she could only experience outside solitary confinement. In her hands was a bouquet of orange flowers: Windwheel Asters.

"I did it! I've collected all the flowers!"

Albedo stared at Klee in silence with wide eyes, his panic inside was apparent. He had agreed with the little girl to deliver the flowers after the painting was finished, not before!

But seeing Klee's sparkling eyes, he could only laugh softly and stroke her head gently. The little girl was really excited to hand over her present.

"Thank you, Klee."

As soon as Albedo's hand left her head, she ran and threw herself over them in a tight hug. Causing some of the flowers in her arms to slip, not that that was a problem at the moment.

The seat didn't have a back support, so as soon as Klee jumped, they both fell straight to the hard floor and remained there completely motionless while hugging each other.

The sound of two awkward giggles echoed around the room. The fall was funny, but a little painful for [Name]'s back.

"That was so fun!"

Klee stood up awkwardly; her backpack weighed a lot, even if she could carry it around. The contents of the backpack? A mystery, she always took the most random trinkets out of it. The only thing you could be sure of was the dozens of bombs she must hide in there every day.

"Klee picked the best flowers she could find! Just for you!" She brought the flowers close to their faces; a sweet but early surprise for [Name].

"You didn't have to..."

They prepared to get up, wiping the accumulated snow from their clothes. Their efforts were met with a gentle hand extended to them, just like the day Albedo and Klee had helped them.

"Thank you."

They accepted the support and were finally on two feet. Their sore backs would probably end up having a few bruises from the sudden impact they had suffered, but they didn't want to have to worry when they were having such a good time.

“Did Klee hurt you? I didn't intend to…” she mumbled under her breath, a hand over her mouth as the worried girl looked at them.

“I'm not hurt at all. It's okay.”

It wasn't exactly the truth, but what heartless person would say that to her? She looked so guilty right now, fearing having hurt her new friend like that.

“You could've used your vision to avoid your fall. Why haven't you done so?”

That was a reasonable question. The fact they wielded an anemo vision and weren't actively using it when needed was quite curious for him; maybe he could get the answer he was searching for. All evidence, from their vision's shape to their past clothing pointed out their origins coming from Snezhnaya.

It would start to make sense if they truly had come from the snowy nation, since they could stand the cold naturally without feeling slightly bothered by the lack of natural warmth inside his lab – unlike Klee, who would complain to no end about how her ears were “freezing” before getting her vision and becoming the walking heater she is – and their effortless pacing around the mountain, when even skilled adventurers would find the area rather hostile for exploring sometimes.

Yet, no answer would be concrete while [Name]’s memories continued to stay locked inside their mind for who knows how long. But even so, Albedo was more than willing to help them and wait for the right time when things will finally become clear.

“I don't know…” they answered with a rather puzzled look on their face. Their hands clutching to the hanging vision on their side.

“It's alright, just take your time.”

He put a hand on their shoulder, it was a reassuring action to make sure they knew he truly meant those words. Behind him was Klee, picking the flowers that fell when she jumped.

“Remember, no one's pressuring you into remembering anything”

Albedo's tone always carried a wave of gentleness with it. Years of taking care of Klee had surely improved his skills when dealing with children, she was the perfect definition of a ball of sunshine that could melt everyone's hearts.

“Yes, thank you—”

“What's this?” Klee’s question caught you two by surprise. She was standing close to the canvas, eyes exploring the painting quickly as if she was searching for something specific. Yet her facial expression showed a hint of confusion. “Oh, a drawing?”

“Yes, I'm important now so I can have one.”

They playfully stuck out their tongue to her, which she responded by leaving the flowers on a table and putting her hands on the hips with a pouting face. Of course Klee found [Name] amazing now that she was their friend, yet it didn't prevent her from feeling slightly jealous of Albedo's attention. Though it was more of a lighthearted, childish kind of jealousy.

“Right, Mr. Albe—”

He was gone.

“Oh.”

Albedo disappeared without saying a word, leaving them both alone in the lab without any kind of explanation.

“Let me see it.” [Name] ran to where Klee was, in front of the easel. Instead of a half done portrait, there was only a sketch.

Two hours, two freaking hours staying still like a porcelain doll for a sketch. It was quite infuriating, but maybe that's how artists worked? They wouldn't know.

“...”

They were so focused on their representation in the canvas that had failed to see the other two faces composing the picture. It wasn't only them; Albedo and Klee were also present in the sketch by their side. Written delicately in a small blank space was the word “family”.

“Family…"

A cozy home, big dinner, and a fireplace. Those images appeared for a second in their mind alongside the face of a familiar woman, but they couldn't remember whose face was that. It was blurred, just like everything else about their past.

"[Name]?" Klee's voice cut their thoughts. She had the flowers in her hands, ready to gift them with it.

Klee finally gave them the Windwheel Asters. A small smile on her face as she placed them carefully in [Name]’s hands. Maybe, just maybe, they were accepting it better than they thought.

“Klee wants you to be happy. Let's be siblings! I promise I won't explode you with my bombs, really!”

This time, though, the one to start the hug was [Name]. Their arms cautiously wrapped around the smaller child, afraid of hurting her somehow.

If Klee was a small flame due to her vision, [Name] would be the calm breeze to carry her with themselves. It's the very concept of siblings, right? Fighting, yet hugging by the end of it all.

“Thank you, Klee.”

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losfacedevil · 1 year

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For You // J.M.K

a/n~ So uh, this got a little out of hand.. okay maybe a lot out of hand. This is my first ~real Josh fic. @indigofallingsky don’t dieee

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: SMUT, STRIP TEASE, ORAL (F RECEIVING), UNPROTECTED PENETRATIVE SEX (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy) Word Count 5.8k+

The rain pelted down on the roof, the pitter patter of the droplets lulling them into a sense of much needed calm. She curled up on the couch with her nose stuck in her most current read; some book about pirates Jake had insisted she read. Josh sat at his desk, one resembling that of a school desk which sat directly in front of the big bay window; working on something that called for every last ounce of his attention.

She couldn’t help but watch him, the pure concentration etched in his features as his eyes stayed glued to the page as her attention span began to falter, letting her head rest against the back of the couch as the sounds of the rain relaxed her further; eyes fluttering shut as she pulled a deep breath in through her nose. The only other sounds dancing through the air being the soft melody of the John Denver vinyl he had spinning and that of his pens and markers gliding smoothly across the page of his journal.

They craved quality time together, time spent doing their own thing while in each others company. Something they both yearned so deeply for when he was on the road living his dream with his brothers.

Josh shifted in his chair, his gaze falling upon her face, her features cloaked with a serene look. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, watching as her chest rose and fell softly wondering if she had maybe fallen asleep. But his eyes fluttered away from her as she pulled her head up off of the couch, stifling a yawn before going back to her book.

He kept glancing her way, making sure she stayed where she sat while he worked on something so precious to him. Etched across the page were the beginnings of a ring setting; choosing silver instead of the traditional gold as his mind reeled with ideas for different stones to place in it.

Diamonds were too typical and not ‘a girls best friend’ she had once told him, opting for an opal in a ring she purchased for herself. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he sketched out the cut in which he wanted the stone to be as a crystal popped into his mind. Moss agate; ‘it’s my favorite!’ she had exclaimed, showing him the raw cut stone wrapped in delicate gold wiring that hung around her neck.

Josh put so much thought into the ring, knew exactly how he wanted it to look as he continued his sketch; his eyes never leaving the page. He could see her fidgeting in her seat from the corner of his eye, trying to keep his focus on both her and the journal page he so lovingly created upon.

“Hey Gorgeous?” She called, peeling her eyes away from the book she was reading.

“Hmm?” His response came from deep in his chest, clear his concentration was elsewhere as his eyes snapped to the pile of markers in front of him. He sifted through them, eyes finding hers as he picked up the color he was looking for.

A soft smile spread across her face as she watched him uncap the marker, pressing it to the page of his journal. She stayed quiet as he painted color across the page, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A yawn slipped past his lips as he discarded the marker, picking up his favorite fine liner pen instead; quickly jotting something in the margin of the page.

“You called?” His voice was soft, eyes meeting hers once more as a soft smile caressed his lips.

“What are you feeling for dinner? I want something warm and filling.” The smile never fell from her face, waiting for him to realize. Josh shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention back to his journal.

“Whatever you want is fine as long as I get to pick the movie tonight.” His gaze landing on hers as he cocked his head to the side.

“Do I have something on my face?” He chuckled, pulling his fingers down his cheeks and giving a gentle tug to his beard.

“I said ‘Hey Gorgeous.’” She repeated, smile growing wider as realization washed over his features. A soft pink hue kissing the apples of his cheeks as he averted his gaze.

A giggle danced up her throat as she placed her book mark in her book, tossing it to the side to be forgotten about. Watching as multiple emotions washed over his face, finally settling on the shyest smile; his top teeth coming down to worry his bottom lip.

“You did, didn’t you?” He kept his voice low, his lowest register shining through as his eyes snapped to hers. The shy smile that caressed his lips pulling into a full smile that nearly reached his eyes. The pink hue gracing his cheeks turning a brighter shade of red as the tips of his ears began to burn.

“C’mere, gorgeous.” Her tone was light and flirty as she held her hands out in his direction, grasping her fingers to her palms in a grabby hands motion. A nervous giggle escaped him as he reached up, covering his face with his hands. Another giggle bubbling up his throat as he raked a hand down his face, pulling his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger.

“Why do you do these things to me, sweetness?” He crooned, carefully closing his journal as he pushed himself to stand from the table. A proud smile played across her lips as she stood, meeting him halfway across the room.

“I’ve done nothing to you.” She giggled, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck as his hands found her hips, thumbs sneaking up underneath the hem of her shirt. He rubbed the tip of his nose up and down her cheek gently before pressing his forehead to hers. A breathy giggle escaped her at the lingering tickle his nose left on her cheek.

She focused her eyes the best she could on his, extending her fingers so they twisted in the curls at the nape of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut at the slight tension she was causing, pulling his hair lightly as she carded her fingers through it. He let his head fall to her shoulder, her fingers swiftly slipping from his hair as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist; pulling her body flush with his.

A soft smile caressed her lips as he started to sway, his grip tightening on her as she began tracing light designs across the back of his neck. His breath caught in his throat as she toyed with his ear, a soft chuckle emanating from his chest as he placed a soft kiss to her neck. She couldn’t hide the shiver that danced up her spine or the giggle that escaped her as he lifted his head.

“For you, for the rest of my life; for you, all the best of my life; for you alone, only for you.” Josh sang along to the song playing softly in the background. He reached his hand up, cupping her cheek as she beamed up at him, nuzzling her cheek against his palm. Lifting up onto her toes slightly, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips giggling as he tried to chase her lips.

“I mean if calling you gorgeous gets me slow dances and serenades I might just have to do it more often.” She teased, pulling her hands around to cup his now pink cheeks. Her thumbs danced over the apples of his cheeks as he rolled his eyes, wide smile tugging up the corners of his lips.

“Stop it.” He chuckled, leaning down to slot his nose next to hers, rubbing them together gently before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He began swaying again, gently guiding her around the living room as she slipped her arms back around his neck. Josh rested his head against her shoulder, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to hum along to the song.

She reveled in vibrations his humming sent through her shoulder blade, the way his arms felt wrapped around her waist, how the hair that kissed his upper lip tickled the exposed skin of her shoulder slightly as his hot breath fanned across her neck. How his fingers slipped just slightly under the hem of her shirt rubbing gentle circles into her skin as he pulled her as close to his body as he possibly could. She let her fingers dance through his hair, carding them through the curls mindlessly as they continued to slow dance around their living room.

His grip on her loosened as the vinyl they had spinning ended, the sound of the rain still pelting against the roof and windows the only noise that surrounded them. Josh continued to gently spin her in circles, slipping his hand up under her shirt as he spread his fingers across the expanse of her back. A dopey grin played on his lips as he lifted his head from her shoulder, his eyes displaying a tired serene look.

“Am I boring you, my love?” She cooed, her hands finding his cheeks once more. His smile widened as his eyes fluttered shut, nuzzling his cheek against her palm. He danced his other hand up her side, gently gripping the back of her neck, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose and dipped her in one swift motion. Giggles erupted from her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Joshua!” She scolded as he pulled her upright, belly laughs escaping him. He leaned forward capturing her lips in a sweet kiss, keeping his hand on her neck as his fingers inched upwards into the hair at her nape.

She relaxed into the kiss, her body finally shaking the shock his dip had caused. Her fingers snaking up into the curls on the back of his head, holding him to her as he deepened the kiss; his tongue running gently along her bottom lip.

An involuntary giggle bubbled up in her chest as their teeth clashed together gently, causing him to pull back and break the kiss. A soft whine emanated from her chest at the loss of contact; quickly catching in her throat as he dipped his head and pressed gentle open mouthed kisses to her neck; the softest moan escaping her throat.

“Gorgeous,” the word meant to be a protest rolled off her tongue in a hiss; further fueling the fire that erupted in his stomach as he nipped at the already tender skin of her neck.

“The question at hand was what’s for dinner.” Her words slurring as her mind clouded over, tilting her head slightly as he continued his attack on her neck. He tangled his fingers in her hair tugging lightly and earning himself a whimper from her. The sound low and drawn out as he smoothed his tongue over the skin of her neck, a light purple mark already blooming under the red, tender skin.

“Keep calling me that and the answers gonna be you.” He mumbled, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. He reveled in the way her breathing quickened slightly as a shiver danced up her spine. She pulled her arms back, resting her hands on his chest before pushing him back far enough that their eyes met, brow raised as she took in his appearance.

His cheeks were flushed the most beautiful shade of pink, lips a darker shade of red and fully kiss swollen, pupils blown out fully enveloping his honey brown irises as he kept his eyes locked on hers. She couldn’t help but run her fingers back through the mess of curls that sat atop his head, his eyes rolling back as she gently tugged his hair at the roots.

A devilish smirk played across her lips as she scratched at his scalp, a deep sigh slipping through his nose as he leaned his head back against her fingertips. She took advantage of having the upper hand, maneuvering his head with his hair as she leaned up on her toes and began pressing soft kisses to his jawline.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his breath catching in his chest as she nipped lightly at the hollow beneath his ear. She ran her tongue up the length of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine as her teeth closed around his earlobe, nibbling lovingly.

“Gorgeous.” Her voice was barely a whisper. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, eliciting a nervous chuckle from his chest as a smile pulled at the corners of her lips. She let her free hand snake between their bodies, gently pressing her palm to his erection, resting painfully against his left thigh.

“What did I say, sweetness?” His voice held a sultry tone as his hands found her hips, pulling her fully flush against him; trapping her hand between their bodies. She stroked her fingers over his length the best she could as her eyes met his; a warning look to proceed with caution spreading across his features.

“I’m not doing anything.” She mumbled, averting her gaze from his face. He chuckled lowly, reaching a hand up to grasp her chin. He pulled her head in his direction, watching as her eyes fluttered shut; a mischievous giggle bubbling up from her chest as a smile tugged at her lips.

“What was that, baby?” He mumbled, peppering kisses across her cheeks. Soft giggles escaped her as she broke from his grasp, making her way over to the record player, carefully placing the arm onto the record. A groan escaped him as he adjusted the way he was positioned, turning on his heel.

“You left me.” He whined, closing the distance between them. Shaking his arms around her middle as he hooked his chin over her shoulder. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, squishing her cheek against his.

“The quiet was driving me mad.” She giggled, her eyes fluttering shut as the soft tune of John Denver began dancing through the air once more. Josh chuckled, turning his head to press a soft kiss to her cheek as he began to sway their bodies to the music.

“If you wanted me to keep singing to you, you should have just asked.” Her hands rested against his, intertwining their fingers together as he tugged and gently spun her around to face him. She let her arms snake around his midsection, his coming to rest on her shoulders as he began singing along to ‘Higher Ground’

“Maybe it's just the freedom that I've found

Given the possibility, of living up to the dream in me, you know I'll be reaching for higher ground.”

A soft smile caressed her lips as she leaned her head back, resting her chin against his sternum. He looked at her down his nose, tilting his head just enough to press a soft kiss to her forehead. His arms slid down hers, his hands resting just above her ass as he began swaying them to the soft tunes.

“What is higher ground, hm?” She questioned, her eyes finally meeting his as she slid her hands up under the hem of his shirt. His gaze wandered, falling on the bay window to his right, watching as the droplets of water raced each other. His shoulders raised in a soft shrug, absentmindedly leaning down to press a second kiss to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact, scratching her nails over the expanse of his lower back. His body shook gently as a shiver danced up his spine.

“I mean we have everything with the band that we never thought we’d have, like one minute we’re playing in a garage the next we’re playing Madison Square and I don’t understand how the hell that all happened.” A smile spread across her face, reveling in the feeling of his muscles dancing over her as his hands moved theatrically behind her while he spoke.

“And you. You changed my perspective on everything. It was almost like the fear of domestication completely melted away and my natural instincts took over. I’ve never felt this way before, like sure I’d admire the boys with their partners but I never saw a partner in my future let alone the near future. And now? Now I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you; y’know picket fence, maybe a rose garden, put a baby in you, everything that comes with loving someone with their whole being.”

His shoulders raised in another shrug, hands dancing through the air behind her back as he spoke, something she loved about him. Her eyes stayed glued to his, a glint of something he couldn’t put his fingers on playing through them.

“What?” He giggled, the sound high pitched and painful in her ears. A wince crossed her features, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled her nails sharply across his back. A sheepish grin spread across his face, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose as a mumbled ‘sorry’ slipped past his lips.

“What was that last part?” She asked, cocking her head to the side as his eyes wandered.

“Hmm, a picket fence?” His smile grew broader, breaking from her grasp. Tilting her head to the opposite side she giggled, the smile never leaving her face.

“No, the other last part.” The anticipatory giggle that slipped past her caused a soft blush to bloom across his cheeks. Bringing his hand to his face he tapped his finger against his pursed lips.

“Ohhh, you mean the rose garden? I think my mom would be a big help with that. She loves her rose bushes.” A mischievous grin spread across his face, his tone dripping with excitement as she began tapping her foot against the floor.

“Though a rose garden would be nice it wouldn’t cause you to be all flustered. Wanna try again, gorgeous? I’ve heard the third times the charm.”

Josh’s eyes rolled back, his lids fluttering shut as he took a step towards her, hoping she’d close the distance between them. His cock twitched in his pants, the mere thought of having to repeat a secret he never should have shared excited him. Pulling in a deep breath through his nose he took another step towards her, holding his arms out in front of him beckoning her towards him.

“I said, Iwannaputababyinyou.” he rushed the sentence out as quickly as he could, cheeks turning the brightest shade of red she’d ever seen his face turn. With her bottom lip nestled between her teeth she closed the distance, wrapping her arms around his neck as his enclosed around her middle; tugging her closer before his hands quickly found purchase on her hips and held her flush against him.

“Put a baby in me then, Kiszka.” She challenged, toying with the delicate gold hoop he had pierced through his ear lobe, shivers dancing down his spine at both the gentle contact and the words that slipped past her lips.

“Oh yeah?” Josh bent at the waist, sliding his hands down around her thighs hoisting her up as he stood to his full height. Giggles escaped her as she wrapped her legs around him, keeping herself securely in place as he padded down the hallway towards the bedroom. She let her head fall to his shoulder, pressing soft opened mouth kisses to his neck as his pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, collecting himself as he kicked the slightly ajar bedroom door fully open.

“Strip.” The command slipped past his lips a bit harsher than he intended it to, smacking his hands against her ass - a bit of contact he knew drove her crazy - as she quickly unraveled herself from him, sliding her legs to the floor. Her hands found his chest, pushing him back lightly while she bent at the waist slightly, shimmying her shoulders. His eyes were lidded, wringing his hands out in front of him as he watched her movements.

They were calculated movements, dragging her hands up her sides painstakingly slow as she cupped her breasts, a breathy giggle escaping her as his head fell back slightly. Her hands danced back down her sides as she straightened her back out, crossing at her waist as she lifted the bottom of her shirt just enough for a sliver of skin to peek through. Josh took another step back raking his eyes over her figure as his mind caught up with his body, she was going to drag this out for as long as possible.

She saw the glint in his eye, the way his gaze changed from flirty and mischievous to lust and hunger filled. His hands balled into fists at his sides as she rid her shirt - not before slowing peeling it up off of her torso, a high pitched giggle escaping her as her face lit up. He shook his head, bottom lip nestled tightly between his teeth as he unraveled a fist, gently palming at his erection through his pants.

“Aht, aht, that’s my job.” She cooed, pulling the straps of her bra off of her shoulders, letting the cups fall loosely around her breasts. A pout formed on his lips as he moved his hand back by his side curling it back into a fist as he watched her unclasp her bra and toss it to the floor.

“Good boy.” The small slip of praise had his breath catching in his throat, swallowing down a moan that bubbled up in his chest quickly. His eyes rolled back, nails digging into his palms as he tried to compose himself. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her.

She turned her back to him, shaking her ass as she shot an innocent smile over her shoulder. Slipping his hands in his pockets with a shake of his head he stepped closer to her, rutting his hips forward against her. Bent slightly she rubbed her ass against him, nothing but a tease as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans.

“You go any slower I may be so inclined as to rip these jeans off of you; and I’d hate to be the one to ruin your favorite jeans.” Josh cooed, hooking his chin over her shoulder pressed cheek to cheek. A mischievous giggle escaped her, rolling her hips back as she wiggled out of her jeans. Josh groaned as her bare ass filled his line of sight, losing the battle within himself as he slid his hands out of his pockets gripping both of her ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises.

She gasped, a breathy giggle escaping her as he kneaded her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh causing a satisfying pain. His mouth was on her neck, wet kisses sprinkling the surface as he ground his clothed erection into her, the softest moan slipping past his lips.

“No panties? You left the house without panties? Naughty girl.” He growled out, snaking his hand around her hip as he slowly danced it towards her core, the one place he knew she wanted him the most. His fingers danced across her thigh, his nails trailing red marks as he scratched his way down the junction of her hip. A satisfied hiss slipping past her lips as his finger brushed gently against her clit.

A low chuckle slipped past Josh’s lips as he slid his fingers between her folds, biting down on her shoulder as he collected her wetness on his fingers. Her back arched slightly, pushing her ass harder against his dick as he began slowly swirling the pad of his middle finger around her clit. A shuddering breath shook her shoulders as she leaned forward, resting her hands against the bed.

He withdrew his hand, straightening his back as he brought his right hand down against her ass in a sickening crack. A loud gasp escaped her as she collapsed forward into the bed. He soothed his hand over the already reddening mark, a chuckle bubbling up his throat.

“Get up there.” He mumbled, a gentle tap delivered to each cheek as she pulled her knees up onto the bed. Josh took a step back, fully admiring the view as he quickly stripped his own clothes off. She slowly made her way to the top of the bed, throwing herself onto her back in a full dramatic show; throwing her arm over her eyes as she let her legs fall open.

A low whistle slipped past his parted lips, reaching down to envelope his dick in his hand stroking it lazily a few times before settling on the bed between her legs. He placed hot opened mouth kisses against her inner thigh, hooking his arms up under her thighs as his gaze focused on her. A stream of cool air flitting across her clit, her back arching slightly as he pressed a feather light kiss to her clit.

She forced her eyes open, gaze landing on him as he studied her. His eyes glued to her core as a smug little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes snapped up to hers, watching her intently as he pressed forward flattening his tongue against her and licked a stripe up her, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit.

“Oh,” she sighed, her back arching slightly as he gauged her reaction. That smug smirk never leaving his lips as he went back for more.

He closed his lips around her sucking on her clit as he slipped his middle finger into her smoothly, her back arching fully off of the bed. Shaking his head slightly he pulled a moan from deep within her chest, slowly beginning to pump his finger into her at a deliciously slow pace.

“Gorgeous,” she tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging it at the root as his tongue danced in slow circles around her clit, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue came into contact with a particularly sensitive spot.

He rutted his hips into the mattress chasing the friction that his body craved. A hum of pleasure slipped past his lips, shooting straight to her core. A loud moan escaped her as pleasure shot straight into her stomach. He raised an eyebrow, his hips slowing their motions as he elicited soft moan from his chest, the vibration of the simple noise sending her body into a frenzy.

She clenched around his fingers, back arching once more as she fought to keep her legs open; thigh muscles burning. A string of profanities escaped her, his name mixed in as a coil of pleasure began building in her stomach.

Josh pulled back, quickening the pace of his fingers as he watched her. A soft whine slipped past her lips at the loss of his mouth but her body betrayed her, clenching around his fingers once more as he curled them upwards; hitting the spot inside her only he knew how to find.

“You like that, sweet girl? Hmm? Gonna give it to me?” His lower register revealed itself again, earning himself another moan of his name as he placed his other hand on her, thumb rubbing quick tight circles into her clit. Her breathing quickened, a nod of her head the only thing she could muster as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, her fingers tangling in his curls and yanking.

He slowed his fingers to a near halt, slowly pressing in and pulling out of her. Her breath hitched in her throat, balling her hand into a fist before bringing it down forcefully against the bed next to her. A low chuckle escaped him as he pulled his fingers out of her, bringing them up to his mouth. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his quickly as he slowly took her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them fully savoring the taste of her arousal.

Her chest heaved as she clenched her thighs together, trying to chase the friction she so badly craved. Josh shook his head, placing a hand on each of her knees as he pried her legs apart, eyes falling to observe her. A guttural groan escaping him as his cock twitched, fighting the urge to buck his hips into nothing.

“Use your words, Princess.” A devilish grin spread across his face as her eyes rolled back, her back arching up off of the bed at the sound of his words. Her vision was clouded as her eyes landed on him once more, pulling in a deep breath.

“I need you, now.” It was more of a demand than a statement. He chuckled lowly, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin of her thigh.

“What exactly do you need?” He drawled, knew full well what he was doing to her. She swallowed hard, steadying her breathing as her gaze bore into his, the clear mischief dancing behind his golden amber irises enough to send her spiraling.

“Put a baby in me, gorgeous.” The sentence rolled off her tongue easier than she ever expected. That cocky smirk he loved to torture her with tugging at his lips as he pulled himself up onto all fours, planting his hands on either side of her head.

She reached down between them, wrapping her petite hand around his girth, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his dick in her hand. She didn’t hesitate, guiding the head of his dick along her slit, gathering her wetness before lining him up with her entrance.

His brow raised, a silent question of consent as her eyes met his, a slight nod of her head all the permission he needed. Pushing his hips forward he teased her entrance, gently dipping the tip of his dick into her. He focused on her face as he slowly pushed into her, taking pride in the way her eyes rolled back and the sharp intake of breath she pulled through her teeth.

Josh stilled his movements as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down closer to her as she adjusted to his size; a curt nod of her head signaling and a soft kiss pressed to his forehead signaling him to continue. He leaned down, taking her taut nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud as he slowly started to pull back.

The sigh that slipped past her lips as he glided back in only egging him on as he quickly found a steady rhythm. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, opened mouth kisses leaving a trail of pink marks in their wake. He could feel her clench around him as he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, focusing all of his attention on it when she began digging her nails into his back; scratching his skin raw as she raked them down his back.

A string of profanities slipped past her lips as he slipped his hands beneath her ass, angling her body just right to drive her to the edge, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Her breath caught in her throat as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, the coil of pleasure in her stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

“Gonna cum all over my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, hips beginning to lose their rhythm as his high approached. A loud guttural groan escaping his throat as she spasmed around him. He made quick work of slipping his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and swirling quick tight circles against it.

His name fell from her lips like a mantra as her orgasm washed over her, the way she clenched around him too much for him as he rutted his hips into her faster, an animalistic moan escaping him as he crashed into his peak.

“Goddamn it, Sweetness. That’s it, give me it all. You feel so good milking me like that.” His voice was feather light, talking her through her orgasm; his own nerves heightened as his confidence waned.

“So good, so good.” He whispered, his hips shuddering to a stop as he collapsed on top of her. Her fingers danced across his back, tracing shapes absentmindedly into his sweat slick skin. He peppered soft kisses to her cheeks chest heaving as he came down from his high.

He pushed himself up to hover over her, his arms slightly weak as he held his weight. Her eyes fluttered open, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. A wide grin spread across his face as he slowly pulled out of her, quickly snatching a fire tissues off of her bedside table.

“I got it.” She giggled, reaching for the tissues. Josh shook his head, holding them up just out of her reach as a pout danced across her lips.

He made quick work of cleaning her up, disposing of the tissues in the bedside trash can before focusing on cleaning himself up. She reached for him, wanting nothing more than the familiar weight of his body laid across hers, pressing her firmly into the mattress.

A soft chuckle escaped him as he laid across her, hooking his leg across hers as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She carded her fingers through his now damp hair, the curls all but falling out of his hair as she tugged at it gently. A satisfied groan slipped past his lips as his breathing steadied, sleep threatening to over take him. A yawn slipped past her lips, scratching lazily at his scalp.

“Hey Gorgeous?” She cooed, tilting her head to look at him better. A tired groan slipped past his lips, tilting his head so she knew he was listening.

“What’s for dinner?” A clearly annoyed whine slipped past his lips as he sunk his teeth into her neck in a playful nip.

“You.”

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