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angxlofvenus · 9 months

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ohhh my gosh your writing is so darn lovely! im also very happy that you also put love on asmo's parts bc he needs sm of it!! argh!!

anyways, i would love to req a soft mc! the kind of mc that's-

in flowy clothing, facing the field of sunflowers and the sea as one of them watches their hair flow through the wind. mc realises that their lover is behind them, so they turn and smile sweetly with the golden rays of the sun making mc look like a painting...

id like to request all of the brothers if thats fine! but i dont mind if u only use a handful of characters :) make sure asmo is there tho! >m<)

Hi!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long to get done, I made a more small scenario route for each of them instead of headcanons but I hope the point still got across ! 💗

genre: fluff Ship: The Brothers x reader Tw: soft mc, gender neutral mc, the author knows nothing about flowers/where they grow, Spoilers to OG! Om! Chapter 16, Beel and Belphie's part get a lil angsty, References to the Celestial War, kind off ooc Wordcount: 1107 Not proof read !

Complete with you.

A picnic date between you and him located in a grassy field in the human realm has him thinking of you just a little more tenderly...

Lucifer

He is always busy, Busy with work, with Diavolo, With his brothers- He never gets a break

He stands in a field of tall grass, Him several steps behind you. He holds a picnic basket in one hand as he watches you pass through the brush with ease

Your hair, shining in the sun, A halo-like effect softly surrounding your body as your shirt/dress glided in soft ripples beneath the wind

“Luci, come on! I found the perfect spot!” You’d glance back at him, A huge smile on your face.

And he is weak, He feels his knees almost give out as he looks at you, He had never seen anything so blissful as you.

Speeding up his steps, He catches up to you as the blanket you were carrying is laid out on the ground below your feet- He sets the wicker basket full of food and drinks down

laughs and fun fill the time as you all eat and talk, His attention never leaves yours, The way your eyes are so bright, The way you laugh at his little jokes, Jokes he only makes to see you smile.

He dreads when the two of you will have to return to the House of Lamentation. When the brother's bickering will fill his ears instead of your soft voice, But for now- The only people to exist is you and him. And he will forever cherish this.

Mammon

He isn’t the best with his words, He knows he can be a jerk sometimes because he doesn’t know how to regulate his emotions but right now? Everything is different right now.

He follows you through the field in a blur, He doesn’t remember the journey or any of the beauty of the human world he rarely sees because he was looking at you the entire time.

And now, He walks hand in hand with you to wherever you're taking him, He doesn’t care as long as he gets to be by your side.

The two of you lay side by side in the grass in the spot you picked, The clouds above you sway above you. He hears your contempt sigh as you fully relax, But Mammon has his eyes on you- only on you.

It’s times like these when he is so close to you- He can’t help but let his love fall from his mouth, In sweet promises and words of eternal love.

Words of eternal love are whispered between the two, Nobody else will ever get in the way of them, Mammon will always fight for that.

Levi

The small picnic date in the human world had been scheduled for weeks, Levi had tried not to overthink it, But he was not only going on a date with you, You! But it's also in the human world?!

The sun hit his back as the two of you stood at the edge of a pond, nobody was around- The only sounds were of the wind and your voice. Levi felt whole as he got to just exist next to you as you cooed at the small fish swimming around.

He couldn’t help but reach out for your hand, All nerves being thrown to the wind, as You rested your head on his shoulder.

When in a world where he can be completely himself, In a world where the only person he cares to take in is you.

Satan

Satan had been waiting for a day like this, Just you and him, Some sun, and relaxation.

And he was right, This is exactly what he needed

He rested his back against a large oak tree while you laid your head in his lap- He had been reading to the two of you, His voice breaking through the nearly silent air around you all.

Your eyes slowly opened as he stopped speaking, His face looked down at yours, He didn’t say anything, Just took you in. “What?” You giggled.

“Nothing, I just have never felt calmer than in this very moment, Thank you mc.”

Asmo

A cute DevilGram-worthy date? Sign him up, He’s already packed!

He basked in the sun as you led him to a flower field, Lush colors surrounded the two of you as you laid out the picnic made for two

A light breeze waved the flowers back and forth as you placed a flower crown upon his head, In return he tucked a white Lily behind their ear, Basking in each other's presence, Asmo knew he would take the flowers home and later on press them into a photo album filled with only him and Mc.

For now though, He will take enjoyment in having nothing but beauty around him, Anything he could ever want in the world is right here with him.

Beel

You had him sold at picnic cmon now, That’s how he found himself carrying not one, but two baskets while you walked in front of him holding the third.

The tall grass crashed underneath them as Mc laid out the blanket, Quickly bring Beel to the ground with them.

The food wouldn’t last long, You both knew that, But to have an afternoon spent in the comfort of eachother.

The wind softly waved through your hair as He basked in just you, After the fall, Beel felt like he would never feel such peace again, And for a long time, He didn’t. It was only when you came along and not only helped heal his brothers but also helped him to grow from his guilt and learn that it wasn’t his fault. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever thank you enough for the love you have shown him.

Belphie

He woke up to hands combing through his hair as he felt the sun beat down on the picnic you had made for two.

His head lay in your lap as you spoiled him, A tranquil moment in time. Nothing could break the bubble you all had created around yourselves- The way your soft laugh had brought him to sleep as you had treated him not like the demon he was- But a fragile and precious creature instead.

He rarely tells you, But the nightmares of his wrongings have haunted him, The thought of his hands around your throat has broken him from deep sleep many times, and it scares him. It scares him that he could hurt you like that, But as the two of you lay in the human world, Something he never thought he’d do again, Filled with nothing but love for eachother.

He has hope, Hope for the two of you and hope for himself.

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pillowspace · 6 months

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i need u to know that ever since u posted this art it has been. constantly. on my mind. my night has been altered. my plans now consist of me laying in bed and thinking about csd sun. my brain chemistry has changed forever. im incurable. i stanned csd sun from the START but this is a whole new level and i need to ramble /deep breath/ i apologize in advance if im talking out of my ass LMFAOO

i just. the idea of this— old, ancient god who has seen many generations come and go, who represents warmth and burns bright wherever he goes just… being able to sense the love in things no matter who or what it may be. who, maybe, finds delight in all these different things people love and happiness just knowing that humanity has no limits when it comes to things they cherish. he looks around him and can just feel the same warmth he emits. it’s particularly strong in the little stuffed animals children hold dear to them, or the plants tenderly taken care of on the windowsills of various cottages.

and then he meets you. and your relationship grows stronger and stronger over the coming months. until one day something changes— shifts between the two of you. and suddenly he can feel just how much he is loved. a love he senses from you.

sun has felt how loved he is from the people who pray to him. but this is on a whole other level. this is something personal—something related to who he is as a person and not a god. and he doesn’t say anything, just watches as this warmth, this love he senses from you grows stronger and stronger each day. he is not just a god in your eyes, he’s more. he finds delight in it as much as he finds warm-tenderness. you think he doesnt know—not at first, at least, and he thinks he’ll keep it a secret for the time being. but as the days go on he can start to sense more and more how much you are loved. not just from the others around you, but from him as well.

GAHH okay im done im done i got it out. i hope u realize just how crazy this has made me omfg. u dont have to publish this i just wanted to talk at u and im not even sure how much of this is ‘canon’ or whatev but thats just my interpretation and what ive been thinking abt all night LMFAOOO. im so normal im soooo normal (im frothing at the mouth about to rip into csd again and again and again /pos)

OHHHHHHHHHGHGGGHG. I NEED YOU TO KNOW I STRUGGLED TO GET THROUGH THIS ASK BECAUSE I KEPT PUTTING MY PHONE DOWN, MAKING WILD HAND GESTURES, GETTING UP, THEN LEAVING TO PACE THE ROOM. SHATTERING LIKE GLASS

#ask #celestial sundown au #savetag #[csd saved posts]

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joekeeray · 2 years

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Worthy

part two to broken camera/after dark series + read part one here + final part coming soon!

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: Peter wants something from his nurse companion that might be more than she's willing to give...or it might be exactly what she wants too.

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving) aka a good old blowjob, dirty talking, throat fucking (if u know me irl no u dont), praising with a mix of degradation, minor possessive undertones, he's a warning on his own so tread carefully, aftercare cause yes, still not confident in my characterization of him? but jamie <3 , beta read, edited by a couple of clowns

note: the way I’ve gone full clown is not even funny like im flabbergasted with myself// this was per request and i used the prompt request 'open up' for this by @gothbitchshit ! Thanks in advance for reading and godspeed babes 🫡

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Despite what Peter had said, when she first met him in his bedroom all those months ago on a call she wasn’t immediately thinking of being with him intimately like this. No, as a nurse, she was rather concerned with his well being and the marks on his neck that were inflamed and red. She wanted to help him, because that’s her job.

And yet, after he’d just fucked her stupid not even 10 minutes ago, she couldn’t think of a single time where she wasn’t craving him like this, where she didn’t dream of being on her knees for him like she was right now. Where she wasn’t imagining the way he’d look down at her with his pretty blue eyes sparkling at the mere sight of her and his blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. He looked like someone so worthy of kneeling for.

One of his hands were on her cheek, thumb rubbing and smudging the light mascara she usually wore that was staining underneath her eye and she leaned into his touch like her life depended on it, like he was pulling her back to reality when he was the very reason she wasn’t in it right now.

“Is this what you want?”

It was a dumb question. He was buried in her now aching cunt just moments ago, finishing off right inside of her, she could even feel his release dripping from between her thighs under her wrinkled uniform skirt. So of course it was what she wanted, but he just wanted to hear her say it and she would. She would say she wanted him over and over again if that’s what he wanted.

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want,” she told him, her voice desperate as her eyes wanted to move to his cock that was displayed right before her, ready to touch him and take him into her mouth, but the moment her gaze faltered was the moment his hand was no longer tenderly holding her cheek but rather grasping her chin and forcing her to look back up at him.

“I didn’t give you permission yet,” he told her with a click of his tongue, “I want you to tell me again, tell me that you want my cock in your mouth. Then, ask me. Say please.”

His demands were enough to make her cunt throb with excitement, and she complied embarrassingly fast, telling him that she wants him, asking and begging him to let her suck him off and feel good. With every word she said, every phrase, every please a content smile returned to Peter’s lips, and the hold on her chin loosened and as he gave her a single nod as he dropped his hand to his side.

Afraid that her eagerness would upset him again, she forced herself to take her time, allowing herself a few seconds to simply admire the cock that was before her. It glistened with her release under the fluorescent lights, and looked absolutely inviting, except she wasn’t sure she could fit it inside of her mouth or at least all of it.

Still, she wanted to try, for him because he had fucked her so well with his fingers and cock that she wanted to repay the favor by getting him off with her mouth. With the camera broken, who knew when she could get another chance like this?

Peter was staring down at her, relishing in the way she was simply staring at him. Her eyes blissed out already, but still wanting to take him in her mouth. And she was just so pretty on his knees for him like this, her face shining with sweat and her chest heaving up and down with every deep breath she was taking.

“Did you get shy all of a sudden? What happened to the eager girl from before?” Peter asked her, watching her lips as her tongue swept across them and he could only imagine what it might feel like on his cock, “I don’t want to rush you, but we actually are on a time-”

He sucked in a breath when he felt her hand on him, grasping the base of his cock and gently stroking it up and down. He was pretty sensitive from coming earlier that the gesture caused his hips to jerk forward, and a quiet moan to erupt from the bottom of his throat.

She looked up at him, having heard him, and he exhaled deeply as he said, “There you are.”

She didn’t say anything in reply, just gazing up at him through her lashes as she continued to jerk him off in an attempt to get him hard again, which wasn’t very far off. Watching him, she could tell he was forcing any kinds of moans down, watching his throat bob as he tried to contain them, and she wondered then if she could get him to moan too.

“I like hearing you, Peter,” she told him, “I want to hear it, I want to hear you moan for me. Can you please?”

His blue eyes met hers, not expecting such a statement really, but appreciating her please and with a small smirk on his lips he said, “Wrap your lips around me, and we’ll see.”

Excitement coursed through her then, and she felt a surge of energy erupt through her as well before she was doing as told. Her head leaned toward him, lifting his half-hard cock to her mouth as she parted her lips. He felt her breath on his tip first, before she was leaning in and swiping her tongue across him.

His hips buckled forward as she licked him, tasting herself on his cock the way she tasted herself when he spit into her mouth earlier and it encouraged her to move forward, wrapping the head of him with her lips finally as her hand continued to work the length of his shaft.

Peter was trying to be patient, trying not to thrust directly into her mouth at the very second he felt her take him in.

“Yes, that’s it,” he told her, “Take me deeper, yes.”

Her tongue swirled around his tip before she flattened it and began to take more of him into her mouth with ease and a determination to get him to moan for her. He was stubborn though, his once steady breaths turning heavier and heavier and she knew he was purposely keeping the noises she wanted him to make from coming out.

It made her whine around him, and he chuckled, knowing why she was pouting, and he said, “It’s not going to be that-” a hitch of his own breath cut off his sentence when she swirled her tongue again and he inhaled deeply before continuing, “It’s not going to be that easy. I encourage you to keep trying though.”

And she did so by taking him deeper, enveloping more of him into the heat of her mouth which earned her a breathy curse rather than a moan. She began to suck him into her mouth, being sure to keep her eyes lifted on him, needing to see him be the one to break and moan for her.

His teeth had captured his bottom lip, quiet pants being the only audible sounds from him, and his brows were slightly furrowed as she started to bob her head back and forth. He released his bottom lip, cursing once again, but this time it was much more shaky and she took that as a win.

Peter’s hand had found her hair finally, but he didn’t pull or grab at her hair like before and rather kept it there as she sucked his cock, only going as far as half of him while one of her hands stroked and took care of the rest. His cock had become completely hard then, and he seethed.

“You’re that greedy, aren’t you? Getting me hard again with that filthy mouth of yours,” he said, “So determined, so desperate…so good and perfect.”

The word perfect had her moaning around him, and he smiled wickedly down at her, enjoying how with every good praise, every compliment she worked harder and harder for him. She was going to make him come again, and he was going to let her, giving her what she wanted though? That was going to take more like he said and he hoped she could take it like she took him a while ago.

In the midst of his thoughts, his eyes caught movement then, and he noticed that one of her hands was underneath her skirt. His eyebrows grew taunt, and his expression hardened as he realized what she was doing.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was harsh suddenly, and she paused in her spot, not even really realizing that her fingers were rubbing her swollen clit and spreading their collective releases over it. He clicked his tongue at her again, as if disappointed, and he said, “I want you to make me come again, not yourself.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her suddenly feeling so empty and he shook his head. Her eyes shot up to meet his, his eyes were almost glaring at her and she hummed in confusion.

“I’m sorry, I…I honestly didn’t realize it,” she admitted to him with a hoarse voice and she removed her hand from her pussy. His eyes stayed trained on her, flashing to her hand for a second before. She couldn’t read his expression from down there, didn’t know what that shift in his gaze meant when he was suddenly reaching toward to touch the back of her head.

“You surprise me,” he suddenly said without explanation, and his eyes narrowed down on her as he said, “…open up.”

Uncharacteristically, she didn’t listen right away. She had a feeling where this might be going, as Peter wasn’t going to let her have control over him and set the pace she sucked him off at the entire time. A fuzzy feeling went over her, mixed with a sort of uncertainty she felt before about whether or not she could do it.

He could tell she was suddenly put off, even just slightly, and he couldn’t have that. He hummed softly, “I want you to take all of me…” His other hand was touching her chin then, his thumb finding her bottom lip that was wet and swollen, “You told me you could take it, remember?”

His words struck something inside of her, and the hold he had on her since she waltz into this lab thinking there was a scientist in need of medical assistance took over again, and she was lowering her jaw for him. Peter grinned at her, almost menacingly before he released her jaw.

“Good, now stick your tongue out, yes, just like that, good girl,” he praised her when he felt her tongue flatten underneath his hard cock as he began to push himself past her lips, “Being so good for me…” he started to push deeper into her mouth slowly, making her mouth open wider until the tip reached the back of her throat.

She was quick to gag, her hands moving upward to grasp his thighs and Peter gently stroked her hair and said breathlessly, “Just relax, you’re doing so well for me…”

Her hands clenched the white fabric of his slacks that was still on him, feeling the leather belt he had to wear between her hands, and tried to comply, attempting to relax her throat and lavish in the gentle hold on the back of her head and his soothing voice, encouraging her and praising her.

Peter felt her relax around him, and he took the opportunity to shove the rest of his length in her mouth, his gentle hold becoming firm until he was completely engulfed in her mouth. She sputtered around his cock still, almost like she was gasping for air and he could feel her nails through his clothes and he seethed and lowered his head as he said, “Breathe through your nose- you want me to moan for you? This will get you what you want.”

She felt tears prick at the side of her eyes, her mouth filling so fucking full that she was sure she could feel him in her chest, and she willed herself to calm down, to relax like he said, and to breathe. She’d given head before, but never like this, and she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her and tell her how good she’s making him feel…she wanted to hear him moan again.

Her grip loosened on him, and she lifted her eyes to meet him, telling him with them that she was okay, that she could go on, and when she saw him smile and pant at her, she suddenly felt the desire to touch herself again even though he told her she wasn’t allowed to.

“I know it’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he told her, sounding like a promise, and he pulled out of her mouth about halfway before moving back in, releasing a quiet moan that she almost didn’t hear, “Yeah, I’ll give it to you.”

A series of moans slipped past his lips then, soft and endearing and incredibly hot as he slowly slipped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her body already felt like it was on fire, and the noises he was starting to make were just fanning the flames.

She even met one of his thrusts, and it made him laugh breathlessly at her need and eagerness that continued to impress him even now. She was doing so fucking well for him, taking all of him in, and there was nothing in the world right now that he could think of that would feel just as good as her on her knees for him and letting him fuck her inviting mouth.

A possessiveness had come over Peter at this moment as he gazed down at the pretty nurse, and he wondered who else had the pleasure to see her in such a way, to know how her lips felt wrapped around their cock. It made him irrationally frustrated that she had definitely belonged to someone else before, spent time like this with them, and already he was thinking of ways to make sure he would be the last.

In his possessive thoughts, his thrusts had become more frequent, more fast, and his moans less soft and more like a deep, rough groan that came from deep within his chest and yet she was still being good, keeping her eyes open and mouth wide and tongue flat.

“Are you going to make me come again? You are fucking greedy,” his voice was strained, and heavy, “Yeah you are, fuck, you love it, admit it, you love it.”

Her response was a gagged hum around his cock, and he laughed as one hand rubbed the top of her head and he said, “Don’t worry about responding, I know you do. I can tell with how eager and greedy you are…being a good girl and letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

His words were starting to become shattered with every moan and grunt he let slip out from every thrust into her mouth, from every sputtered noise she made when she felt herself choking on his length that vibrated pleasantly against him.

“I’m-” he groaned as he got a tighter hold on her hair, “I’m going to go faster.”

His warning came as fast as it was gone, giving her little time to actually heed the warning before he was picking up the pace of his thrusts until he was almost fully slamming himself in and out of her mouth.

“When I come…” he said between grunts and thrusts, “You’re mine, and I need you to say it. I need you fucking say it.”

He shoved his cock into her mouth again, keeping it there and looking down at her. She was gazing up at him still, and he could see tears streaming down her cheeks, and once again feel her hands grasping him.

“Tell me you understand, tap my thigh twice, tell me you will,” he said, and what followed was two taps with her right hand. He exhaled and grinned manically while he praised her with another good girl, my good filthy girl before bucking his hips forward and using her mouth.

Moans and grunts and curses slipped through his lips, giving her exactly what she wanted again and more as her name too joined those moans of his and now she really wanted to touch herself because he sounded so fucking hot like this that she was sure she could get off just to his sounds of complete pleasure.

So, she held herself up, even as the slight panic began to sear through her that she wouldn’t be able to last with him fucking her throat like he was, afraid that she might collapsed before he could come and she really, really wanted him to. She needed to hear him when he did, she needed to take all of him in, and she needed to tell him what he wanted her to say afterward.

Yours, she thought incoherently, I’m yours.

His cock hit the back of her throat again, causing her to gag around him once again, and it nearly sent him over the edge right then, and there.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted at the feeling of her throat clenching him, and he said, “You’re going to make me come, fuck, you are, so fucking greedy…”

His voice was completely shattered now, words broken with grunts as he buried himself into her mouth and let out a guttural groan.

“Fuck, fuck I’m going to come,” he told her now through gritted teeth, as his eyes slightly rolled back.

A choked hum rose from her stuffed throat, and she clung to his legs once again for dear life as she prepared for him to come down her throat when the hold on her hair was suddenly being grasped tighter, sending a familiar stinging pain to her scalp.

“Look at me, look up at me, and don’t fucking move,” his voice was course and demanding, and before she knew it, he was actually pulling her away from his cock much to her confusion and dismay, but also relief as she immediately began to cough, feeling her own spit dripping from her bottom lip and onto the ground below her. He demanded for her to look at him again, his voice sending a shockwave through her as she did as told, forcing her head upwards to meet his gaze as his hand quickly replaced her mouth on his cock and he jerked himself off.

She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t expected the hot, ropes of cum hitting her on her face, decorating her lips and cheeks, and the skin of her chest that followed a mere few seconds after she looked up at him. She actually gasped, eyes fluttering as he let out a long, drawn out groan that was practically sex to her ears and continued to come all over her.

He sounded so fucking good, his moans and curses scratching something in her brain nothing else could. He looked so good too, his eyes blown out, lips parted and releasing fast, pants, and his pretty blonde hair disheveled. And fuck he also felt so good, his cum all over her face and chest and sticking to her skin. She stuck her tongue out, licking up the cum on her lips and moaning at the taste of him.

Peter was panting heavily, his hand still wrapped around his now soft cock, eyes trained on her tongue that was sliding over her swollen lips and his eyes shifted over the streaks of cum on her cheeks and chest, landing on her neck that bobbed as she swallowed the cum she licked up.

Primal desire continued to take over Peter, and he was leaning forward, “I guess I should’ve come inside your mouth…since you want to swallow it so bad, but you look so fucking pretty like this.”

His voice was raspy and breathless still as he panted. She looked up at him, her tongue still sticking out of her lips and he sucked in a deep breath because of how undeniably breathtaking it was to see his pretty nurse wrecked in such a way, consumed by the desire to taste him while covered in his release.

Peter was grasping her chin, his gaze resting back onto her puffy, wet lips as his other hand gathered his own release onto his fingers on her cheek and stuck them into her mouth. His eyes shined when she sucked them into her mouth with zero hesitation, sucking himself off of her his fingers. Her tongue even twirled around the pads of his fingers, and he pressed his fingers deeper into her mouth, wanting her to gag around him again.

But she didn’t, she rather accepted his fingers with ease, blown out eyes fluttering open and closed as she did. It satisfied him to see her in such a way, a smirk growing onto his lips once again that it was him who turned her into this, from the shy nurse to this woman before him covered with the cum she was sucking off his fingers.

He officially had broken her, had he not done so before, and it was beautiful, so fucking beautiful and she didn’t even know it. He slipped his fingers from her mouth, examining his fingers before taking them into his own mouth and re-meeting her gaze and he watched her body curiously now she began to sway gently to the side before her body just seemed to give out.

She collapsed, her body falling to the hard tile on the ground as she felt exactly how fatigued she was. She wanted to move, to pick herself off of the floor in order to clean herself up, but she just felt completely blissed and fucked out that she simply couldn’t for the time being. It was like there was a weight on top of her, holding her down to the ground.

All she could see now was Peter’s shoes, and she could hear the sound of a zipper and then the clinking of his belt as he clasped it back together around his white uniform pants. She blinked slowly, and when she opened them again, he was gone and all she saw was the dust gathered at the bottom of a lab desk.

Anxiety raised through her, afraid that he’d just left her here, and she was almost sitting up in a panic before he returned to her. He crouched beside her, gazing down at her with a sweet look in his blue eyes that made her panic go away instantly.

His eyes danced over her face, then her chest, then at the sticky substance between her thighs that was also on her face and an almost proud smile grew onto his lips. She wanted to scowl at him, tell him to stop admiring the mess he made on her and help her, but what came out was a hoarse mumble. His eyes returned to hers, the grin still on his lips before he was peeling her off of the floor.

Before she knew it, she was set onto one of the lab stations, and Peter had paper towels in his hands that he was running under a nearby sink. Her legs hung off the side of the table, and she had to force herself to keep sitting upright, which was easier than it was before.

There was a dull ache in her knees, her lower back, her neck, her lips and her scalp, jesus fucking christ she was going to be feeling the after effects of this for the rest of the week, which was something she wasn’t exactly mad about but she didn’t know if she could hide any of it like he seemed to be doing right now.

No, Peter Ballard looked the same beside his hair being mussed up a bit and more curly than before from the sweating. Other than that, he looked relatively the same and she knew even if Peter didn’t come all over her, she’d still looked like she was obviously fucked into oblivion. She could only think of the security guard she’d have to get past to return to her office, wondering how she was even going to walk.

“I can take care of the security guard,” Peter suddenly said, tearing her out of her thoughts like he read hers, “You just worry about getting back to your office without falling over.”

There was a teasing element to his tone, which made her blink and reply with a mumbled, “There’s no way…”

He was returning to her, the sleeves of his uniform shirt rolled up at the elbows and he was holding a few wet paper towels in one hand. He was falling to his knees then, right between her spread legs and she stared down at him, seeing him staring right at her aching cunt that felt like it was still seeping with his release.

Peter licked his lips, his eyes meeting hers for a second before turning to her left inner thigh. She nearly jumped when she felt the cold, wet paper towel on her skin and he chuckled as he started to properly clean her up.

There was something so intimate about this, something about him taking care of her after he’d been so rough, cleaning his release off of her with precision and an enamored gaze in his eyes. It made her heart blossom in her chest, feeling warmth rather than the heat of arousal, and she reached over to touch his hair without really thinking.

He reacted quickly, eyes shooting up to meet hers again, and she smiled down at him as she pet his hair gently, and he rested his cheek against her now clean thigh before he placed an open mouth kiss there and moved on to clean her other thigh.

Seeing him there though had her thighs slightly twitching, especially when he was kissing there one again, dragging his lips across the warm flesh of her thighs, and when her hands grasped his blonde curls and she whispered his name she felt him smirk against her skin.

He continued to kiss her, inching closer and closer to where she wanted his mouth suddenly, but never reaching the target, always directing his lips back toward her knee. She exhaled softly, kneading her hands into his hair and grumbling when she realized he was only teasing her.

“Don’t be so upset,” he told her as he looked up at her again, amusement dancing behind those piercing eyes, “Maybe next time I can taste this pretty pussy of yours…”

“Next time?” she asked, sucking in a soft breath as he sucked gently on a spot of her inner right thigh, clearly with the intention of marking her, “And when would that be? I don’t think cameras are…always broken.”

He chuckled, his breath tickling her and he said, “Well…there’s no camera in your bedroom, now is there?”

The thought of him showing up in her onsight bedroom just to bury his head between her thighs had her involuntary moan, to which he responded with a pleased smile, thinking of it too. He moved away from her thighs, unfortunately and started to work his way upward.

He ran the paper towel over her chest delicately, pressing it against her skin before raising it toward a part of her neck. She shuddered softly at the feeling of it, tilting her head to the side for him as her eyes gently fluttered shut. Peter noticed her faltering slightly, and grasped the side of her head with his unoccupied hand as he started to then wipe off what’s left of his mess that was still on her face.

His eyes moved toward her eyes then, zoning in on her smudged mascara, and he shifted her head, making her eyes flutter back open to see his piercing eyes on hers before she felt the swipe of his thumb underneath her eyes. Once again, she melted into his touch, into his very being, consuming her even now.

He pressed his lips together in concentration, making sure that there wasn’t anything left on her, that her makeup was no longer running and then, he was buttoning up the top of her uniform, his fingers working meticulously to get the button through its hole.

“Peter,” she called to him, though she didn’t know why, and his attention returned to her face. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, and they fell momentarily to his lips as she realized she simply wanted to feel his lips on hers again, so she leaned in, thinking he might possibly let her.

Of course, he didn’t. He was leaning away from her before her lips could capture his and it felt like the worst thing someone could possibly do to her. A frown came over her lips, her eyebrows becoming taunt with confusion and her heart had even dropped.

Peter noticed her expression, and sighed before he was leaning back in, except he missed her lips and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the gesture, and he said, “You haven’t said what I told you to say…”

His hot breath was hitting her cheek before he placed another kiss there, but lower and closer to her lips, “You don’t need a reminder do you?”

She had him with wide eyes, parting her lips to speak but nothing coming out and he smiled at her as he continued, “Oh, I know you don’t. You’re a good girl who listens.”

His words from before he came all over her replayed through her mind you’re mine I need you to say it. She honestly didn’t forget, she didn’t even need to be reminded, she just didn’t say it because she knew it was true…she was his.

And even if she hadn’t thought so, the idea of him kissing her right now, of touching her again, hopefully in her bedroom after hours, would’ve been enough for her. A blissful exhale left her parted lips, and she said exactly what he wanted her to say.

The moment the words I’m yours uttered from her lips, Peter’s lips were on hers in a searing, all consuming kiss that had her forgetting about how fatigued she was, just feeling him and him only. He kissed her with intention, forcing his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself there. Her body and mind simply succumbed to him.

#i listened to synthpop entirely writing this for some reason #once again i fuck with the name peter ballard and want to USE IT i like it better than henry idk aslksjlkasj #and uh note to myself??? get to the point in my beginning summary/logistics maybe ??? jeesh it's long #onward to tagging all 1000 of his names <3 #peter ballard smut #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard #henry creel smut #henry creel x reader #henry creel imagine #henry creel #001 x reader #001 imagine #reader insert #female reader

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eyesofshan-if · 4 months

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SCREAMING SOBBING THROWING MYSELF ON A FLOOR

PENGU?????? PENGU U HAVE NO RIGHT TO MAKE ME FALL SO HARD FOR ALL THE ROS I ONLY HAVE TWO HANDSSSSSS.

HANSOLLLL UR BASHFULNESS MAKES ME WANT TO KISS U ALL OVER THE FACE AND SMOTHER YOU AHKSUILFUHS. HUSBAND MATERIAL!!! THE FACT HE EATS THE COOKIE FROM THE M!COMMANDERS HAND AUIRGHIWGRW

MY COMMANDER IS HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS AND HES T H I S C L O S E TO YANKING HANSOL BY THE COLLAR AND KISSING HIM. (also not me making a m!commander JUST for that one scene , , killing me fr. c'mon hansol. the f!commander won't bite unless you ask her too :))) give her a CHANCE she is ALSO about to grab him by the collar but be so much more aggressive with it)

ALSO WOOYOUNG?????? IM KISSING HIM TOO. THE FLOWERS. THE CHEEKINESS. I JUST WANT TO HOLD HIM TENDERLY.

also yongsun , , throwing this poetry at me , , i want my commander to recite poetry to her sooo badly. have tea with her and paint a portrait of her by the gardens w/ butterflies in the bg , ,

also the bandit . . . . i am. squinting at he. if my suspicions are correct my f! commander's about to kill him (via snu snu)

i FLEW through all the options to find out the basic plot but. when i read through it thoroughly and dissect it i am coming BACK and singing your praises because. oh my god i've been looking for an IF like this and the fact ive only found it within the past 48 hours is a CRIME and i will rectify my mistakes IMMEDIATELY!!!

i'm glad that you like the demo (and all the ROs, from the looks of it) so far!! go ahead and romance them all!! and now i am tempted to write a scene where the commander yanks hansol down for a kiss hrghhhh

as for the bandit, all i can say is that definitely won't be the last you see of him ;)

#asks #wink wonk #💌.

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ash-and-starlight · 5 months

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ASH! I AM! GOING! I N S A N E ! ABOUT YOUR OUYANG/ESEN ART!

they are just so. SO. they. THEY T H E Y.

the colours the composition the story the symbolism the fucking 'Esen wait for me' i am NOT okay i will NEVER be okay how do you feel about marriage if i could inject this art into my veins i would. oh to embroyder it on the canvas of my soul so that i can carry it with me in this life and every life. i would choose all of my favourite colours too and i'd make this art part of me so tenderly. it deserves to be held with the reverance and gentleness and love the way you hold a hatching baby bird cupped in the palms of your hands, full of awe at the beauty and miracle that you are beholding, eternally grateful for getting to witness this moment

ash. ash you have all my heart.

AAAWLKDSLDKFSKDJ WELL FIRST THING FIRST RIGHT BACK AT U YOUR ESEN,,,head in hands HES SO GORJUS...

second aaughdfgdj I've read this + your tags a hundred thousand times by now like hello this is straight up poetry what if I was so moved by it I cried. thank youuuuu thank you im so happy to share this never ending menthol ilness with youuu auhgfg bestie as an agony enjoyer and Esen haunting the narrative connoisseur you're in for a ride in he who drowned the world. already sending u a care package for that

#idk if I can properly articulate how much this ask means to me its like all my insides have been replaced with sparkles and rainbows #with homosexual radiance. even #ash replies

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cadaverousdecay · 1 year

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i dont know how to deal with feelings of longing can i get ur blood all over my fists instead? can u put ur hands all over me when u beat me down? can i hide behind this violence and tell u i want to rip ur heart out when all i really want to do is hold it so tenderly? im normal btw do u wanna kiss

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spider-biter · 2 years

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🌙 Late Afternoon Sun ☀️ - Marc Spector/reader

Summary: A brief glimpse into your life with former mercenary Marc Spector

Warnings: mentions of knives, mild talk of blood. You cut ur hand open on accident so!

A/N: im in the trenches so this might suck idk. btw POVs are so weird so if it’s a lil funky- I know- please lmk what you thought!!! I look at every like/reblog :) love u guys!

Rating: pure ache-inducing fluff. pls send help I’m so touch starved-

Marc Spector was a terrible cook.

Jake could somehow cook the most delicious, spicy, authentic Guatemalan food you have ever tasted. Steven could make every vegan dish under the sun. But Marc Spector could barely boil a hotdog. Which is why you were currently triple checking the oven to make sure it was on.

It was supposed to be a simple meal. Something with bell peppers, carrots, and maybe some ground beef if Steven let us. But so far it had been 20 minutes of pure chaos in our small kitchen.

Marc had just walked in from work, hearing the soft words of Elvis float through the flat. He gently set his keys down and smiled to himself. Even after the day he had at work he still got to come home to you. He wandered into the kitchen before sitting down on one of the barstools. Your back was turned to him double checking the recipe. You turned around before being surprised at seeing him.

“Marc! Holy shit, you almost made my heart stop!” ‘We seriously need to get him a fucking bell’ you thought. You swore you can hear Steven a mile away & hear Jake's curses down the hallway, but Marc somehow always snuck up on you.

“Now you know how I feel sweetheart” he joked, leaning on his chin. You rolled your eyes in response before going back to cutting vegetables.

“How was work?” To some, it was a bland question. But to Marc? After fighting his whole life, his whole childhood, to be asked such simple and mundane questions, and have someone care? It meant the world. So he smiled and started talking about his simple day job. It wasn’t anything super fun or amazing, just helping with INTERPOL data across Europe & risk assessments, but such a simple life was what he wanted.

You both talked about life, simple parts of your days. You listened to him talk about the trip he’s going on in 2 weeks to bust some Polish drug ring, and he listened to you rant about some random work drama. It was nice.

Until you sliced your fucking hand open.

“Shit” you softly uttered, setting down the knife. Marc stopped mid-sentence and quickly got up.

“Hey hey hey, it’s gonna be ok, grab a towel and apply pressure,” he held your shoulders as you pressed the towel against the wound. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches or anything, and it didn’t hurt super bad. But still, slicing your hand open was not what you felt like doing today.

“Ok, once the bleeding has stopped we’re gonna rinse it out, alright? No soap or anything, just water,” he explained, putting the vegetables away. You of course laughed, before reminding him that you weren’t 7.

To which he replied “I know but I gotta make sure my girl is alright,” before going and grabbing the first aide kit. You rolled your eyes smiling as you rinsed your wound out.

He came back in and guided you over to the bare stool before taking your hand. “At least I won’t complain about your bandaging technique” you smiled. Marc always had a critique when it came to how you wrapped up his knuckles after a night. Of course, it was all in good fun but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes in return.

“Hush or I’ll use alcohol instead of Hydrogen peroxide.” He smirked. You and him sat like that for maybe 5 minutes. Softly quipping back and forth, he tenderly addressed your cut.

Marc softly wrapped the gauze around your palm, securing it in place with some weird medical magic. He then turned your hand over and brought it up to his lips, before softly kissing it. “So romantic,” you blushed.

“And it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” His eyes danced with mischief before standing up, still holding your hand gently. You stood up as well before pulling him into a hug. A feeling of just love and utter devotion swept through you the moment he softly kissed your hand.

‘This man deserves nothing less than the world’ you thought, ‘and I’ll give him exactly that’ You tried your hardest to communicate that with the hug, hoping he understood.

What you didn’t know was that, while Marc wasn’t normally as much of a touch lover as Jake or Steven, he could still tell that this hug was simply filled with raw, pure, love. His dad was never the type to give him a hug, it was just something they never did. Especially around his mom. The last hug he probably ever got was from Layla, before the whole Egyptian god thing.

So he stood stunned for a second before gently hugging back. You smiled and leaned into the nape of his neck. It felt like a cosmic want, to be as close to him as possible. And so we stood there for what felt like an eternity of bliss.

You pulled away and lightly held his forearms and stared into his eyes.

“Marc Spector. I love you so so so much. I am the luckiest person in the world to have found you. You are loveable. You are loved by me.”

Your hand moved to softly cradle his cheek and wipe away a stray tear. His eyes were watering and his brow had an adorable crease in the middle.

“I love you in every way that I know how. You are more than enough. You are my universe”

You finished and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and in that moment, in every universe, you fell in love 100 times over.

When you finally broke for air, you leaned together, foreheads touching. His thumbs rubbed circles over your hands, careful not to disturb the gauze. And you stood, in the middle of the cozy flat. The late afternoon sun casts a soft hue over everything, emulating the warmth in your heart. ‘This is our home. They are my home.’ you thought.

He pulled back before hooking his hands around your hips, his eyes still staring into yours.

“I love you. I know it’s not the most romantic way to say it, but I would relive every single part of my life 100 times over, if it meant I still get to see you every time I wake up”

Your brain quickly floundered. Marc had told you about his past. About Wendy. About Randall. About his alcoholism. And he said he would do it all 100 times over??? Just for you?? You were damn near speechless.

‘Holy shit. I think I just fell in love all over again.’ You thought before giving him a watery smile. “Even if I wake you up early?” You laughed.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes. Even if you wake me up despicably early.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. In actuality, your heart was on fire for this man. You’ve never felt so much love and happiness in your life. He let out a soft chuckle before leaning in for a kiss. Right as you were about to too, the oven beeped.

“Oh shit! The peppers!” You quickly left his soft hold and grabbed the oven mitt. Taking out your peppers you turned and saw Marc looking at you like you kicked a puppy.

“What? I couldn’t forget my peppers!” You said innocently as you turned the oven off. The peppers in question were burnt beyond saving.

“You are so going to pay for that,” Marc smirked from across the island

You were almost tempted to play dumb, but the look in his eyes was obvious.

“Mhmm yeah definitely, but is that gonna be before or after we eat plain charred bell peppers for dinner?” You said sarcastically motioning to the empty counter.

He simply shrugged before walking around and saying “I guess that depends on how long the delivery guy takes.” He said fake innocently.

Your hands went to his shoulders, peppers long forgotten. “Or we could just ask them to drop it at the door, no interruptions required…” You whispered softly in his ear.

Something in his eyes shifted before you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried to the bedroom. “Put me down, Marc!!” You laughed tightening your grip around his neck.

“We still have to place the order!” You joked as he made his way through the flat. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you as we walked through the flat. “Good lord, are you trying to make me beg for it?” He playfully raised his eyebrow.

“Maaaaybe,” You said barely containing your smile and looking away.

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “If anything-“

“Marc!” You laughed, “Before you finish that sentence I need to remind you that we are both fully clothed. And that’s a problem that needs to be solved.” He looked down at you before gently setting you down on the bed.

“A problem? Whatever will we do about that?” He smiled as the door clicked shut.

Let’s just thank the lord that UberEats still delivers at 3 am.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector #moonknight x reader #moon knight #steven grant reader #steven grant x reader #Marc Spector reader #soft #domestic Marc Spector #soft Marc Spector #marvel #mcu

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campbyler · 10 months

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read ch2 and i am batshit insane 👍 also ..... wondering what happened at the dance. hmmmmm. thinking MANY thoughts. anyways i am Normal and also wanted yall to know that i normally struggle to finish reading fic updates/fics in GENERAL all in one day because im easily distractable but I WAS LEGIT HOOKED THE ENTIRE TIME. i LOVED the chapter and couldn't put it down lol. and i also screeched a lil at the laundry room scene because. mike. come on dude. we all know you're Looking and Pining just admit it (side note: i loved the motif of mike insisting he wasn't noticing ANYTHING about will and yet. was dedicating entire paragraphs to describing every inch of him. michael i See U. also. characterization on point there LMAO)

anyways. so sorry for getting all rambley in your askbox i just needed to tell you guys how much im enjoying reading acswy👍 yall are super cool and this is like. the collab of the year 2 me

never apologize for being rambley in our inbox EVER i am holding this ask so tenderly in the palms of my hands………. thank u………. this is so sweet !! mike was such a delight to write in this because he is so extra and one of the least subtle people ever in the whole world but he is also a stubborn mofo hence why is is Looking with his Eyes (like so -> 👁️👁️) but he is also refusing to Think with his Brain 🙄 (🧠🚫). he’s one of my favorite characters to get inside the heads of and i’ll probably never get sick of writing him ever so i’m very glad he rang true to you! also very flattered that we are your exception for keeping up with updates bc as someone with the attention span of a fruit fly chaptered fics are hard for me for the same reason! really appreciate you sticking with us 🫶🏽🫶🏽 see you in two weeks for chapter 3 !!

#asks #ch02 #acswy spoilers #laundry scene my most beloved. hehe

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jellysweets · 2 years

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♯ tending to your wounds ☆

synopsis: self explanatory title😭

characters: thoma & xiao ♡

warnings: pet-names used, use of “alatus”, hurt/comfort + angst i think (xiao only),

kat’s ramble: ITS BEEN A MINUTEE.😭😭 im so sorryyyy☹️ btw what do u guys think abt the new theme?? tysm for the support i love u guys sm!! 🫶🏻

→ part 2 — coming soon —

ahh, donuts. when the aroma of them finds its way to your nostrils while you’re walking around a shopping center from your local donut shop, you go ahead and get a few. not too hard to make, not too easy either. what could go wrong? i mean, thoma’s an excellent cook, they have to turn out perfect!

well. that would have been the case if he was the one in charge.. you wouldn’t let him take over at all. you made him sit and watch. when you heard a single syllable come out of his mouth you’d shush him immediately. he puts his trust into you and eventually gets lost in thought staring at you, thinking about how much he loves you. looking at your every feature, god you’re the prett- “shit!” you yelp.

before you can even process what just happened, thoma is right by your side looking at your burnt hand. he sighs, “im sorry, it’s my fault, i should’ve helped you..” you turn around and let out a gasp whilst he runs to grab the first aid kit before you can say anything in response.

he returns to your side what seems like immediately. he takes your other hand and leads you to the counter, and he gestures that you sit. he gently grabs your hand, the tips of his digits tenderly touching the underneath of your fingers. he wraps a bandage around half of your hand, firmly covering your burn.

“there you go!” he smiles at you. “now, wanna finish those donuts?” he says enthusiastically. “together?” you ask, looking at him sweetly. he lets out a big grin, “yes!” he giggles and he puts on an apron as well.

you usually try to conceal your cuts, bruises, gashes, ect. from him. you’re anxious he’ll get too worried about you and get distracted from his duties as both a yaksha and an adeptus. but you’re oh-so wrong for thinking xiao wouldn’t notice. xiao notices everything, there isn’t anything you can hide from him.

little do you know, the only thing he thinks about whilst fighting the enemies in the dusk is you. he can’t wait to complete his nightly duties and return safely to your shared abode. so when he returns home, he can’t stop looking at you, and he wants to be next to you at all times.

you weren’t being careful when you went out, and you ended up getting a pretty big gash your torso. you tried to go home quickly as possible, holding your stomach as you trudged back.

you quietly open the door and peak into your home, just incase xiao made it home early. you step in, your right arm remaining on your torso, protecting your gash. you waltz towards your bathroom. you grab the first aid kit, you open it and see all the cute, loving notes you’ve put in there.

you grin and then shake your head, focusing on your wounds. you fiddle with the bandage a bit before figuring out how to put it on. you wince a bit, then realizing you forgot to disinfect it. you grab an ointment and place it on the wound, you let out a loud wince and end up slouching from the pain.

you see green particles and realize who’s by your side now. you fix your posture and quickly stand infront of the first aid kit, one of your arms covering your wound.

“are you okay?” xiao says, with immense worry in his eyes. “of course i am!! why wouldn’t i be?” you give an unconvincing smile. “move your arm.” he commands. “wh-why? haha!! you worry too much, xiao. gee, you really need to quit worrying so much; it’s not good for you!” you playfully roll your eyes.

you don’t drop your arm, but you attempt to slip past him to go find a sweater to cover up with. he sees he gently grabs your hand, “y/n.. don’t go, not yet. i wasn’t done talking to you.” xiao speaks. “mm..” you surrender. you drop your arm and turn your head to face him, but you don’t dare meet his gaze.

he looks closely at your wound and sighs. “why wouldn’t you call out for me?” he asks with a soft tone, as he carefully tends to your wound. “i didnt.. want.. to be a burden,” you murmur. “like always.. i want to be better. i dont want to be an annoying pest that you always have to take care of,” you feel a tear trickle down your face.

“i want to change, i want to be someone that you don’t always have to worry about. im more of a constant returning patient to you rather than a lover.” you dig your nails into your thighs. “im sorry, xiao. im sorry for disappointing you again.” you stand up from the toilet where he had you sitting. you try to leave now that you think he’s done.

xiao grabs your hand, once again. “y/n, please look at me.” he instructs. you look at him, this time meeting his eyes. he frowns; he then wipes your tears. “dear.. please don’t cry. you’re not a burden to me, and you never will be. im here to take care of you, i take care of you because i love you.” he admits, he feels the tips of his ears burning.

“i love you” he says.. he rarely says that, you know he truly means it when he does. he tries to save it for special occasions, so it doesn’t become an overused term. you grin at him. “i love you too… alatus.”

his eyes widen. “again..” he murmurs. “hm?” you hum, gesturing that he repeats himself. “please.. call me that again.” he says. “alatus.” you repeat.

he pulls you into his embrace, “i love it.”

— reblogs are appreciated! no reposts —

#genshin impact #kat rambles #kat’s writing #🍰#xiao fluff #xiao angst #thoma fluff #genshin thoma #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin fluff

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luveline · 2 years

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hi it’s my birthday today and my mum forgot. didn’t even get a cake and had to walk to school alone. i was wondering if you could write a remus x reader and the other marauders celebrating it with me? ily

happy birthday bub! im sorry to hear you're not having the best run of it, i know it can be so disheartening to get let down on a day that's supposed to be special, but know im thinking of you and I hope you can have a good day. please be proud of yourself for getting this far! im sure you're a very special person and you deserve to feel celebrated! love u x ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Today isn't the best day.

You were more than heartbroken when your family had said little about your birthday this morning, worse at the lack of decoration. You're a simple girl but you would've appreciated all the things that come with birthdays; a cake, a card, a kiss on the cheek.

You try not to fret as you close the door behind you. Remus will be waiting at the end of the street, and your boyfriend won't have forgotten. No way.

Except he isn't at the end of the street.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, wondering if he's running late, but he hasn't text you.

You wait for a few minutes but the lecture will be starting soon and you don't have too much time to wait. Hopefully Lily will be waiting in the canteen, you can still catch her if you rush. You try your best to shove down the upset. Maybe he fell asleep. Maybe he's sick. Maybe he's…

Standing outside the building's big sliding doors with a balloon?

Your friends stand in a small huddle. You flinch at two crackling pops, eyes closing as bits of confetti and streamers land in your hair. James and Sirius wield empty party poppers and twin grins.

Remus jogs the small gap between you and is quick to wrap you in a huge, bone-crushing hug. "Happy birthday, pretty."

You cling to him as he tries to pull away. He goes in for a second hug, this one softer, gentle hand rubbing your back. "Tough morning?" he whispers.

You shake your head. "No. This is great."

When he pulls back, bits of coloured paper have transferred from your clothes to his. Lily steps forward to show you what she's holding, a big cake with your face printed on the front.

"So we can all eat something that tastes and looks delicious," Mary declares from behind her.

You beam. "Is it too early? I could use the sugar."

"Never too early for cake on your birthday," Remus says, arm around your shoulder, the shiny heart balloon hitting you in the side of the head as he sways your shoulders. He makes sure all of your friends can see your face, and you meet the eyes and smiles of everyone standing in front of you eagerly.

"Happy birthday!" your friends cheer.

"Thank you," you say, struggling to speak louder than a whisper.

Remus smiles softly and pulls your head down to his lips, kissing your temple tenderly. "More than welcome, lovely."

"We're gonna be late," you murmur.

"We can miss it, don't you think? It's a special day."

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus x you #remus x y/n #remus lupin x y/n #marauders era #marauders #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fluff

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tojisun · 7 months

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(simon ask anon again hope it doesn't bother u)

okay im going to try to make this one not so long: THE DAD JOKES you can't imagine how hard those dumb jokes made me laugh bc it was the last thing i thought would come out of him but that made them even better n the rest of interactions in that mission are just as magnificent i love his dynamic w johnny <3

"his size makes me feel small but in a safe and tender way" YES YES YES YOU COULDN'T HAVE SAID IT BETTER "he's your safety but you r his home" how does it feel to KILL MD OMG GIRL IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE DW

my friend you truly understand me (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) it makes me happy to see im not alone on this insanity n im here to warn you that it can get worse,,, saw you talking of price N DONT LET ME GET STARTED I LOVE HIM TOO RRRR 🐺 rmbr how i said that simon would understand me? well price would FIX me. and i don't doubt it for a even second. he's literally the perfect man: big, older, hairy.... just imagine being his good girl ㅠㅠ

IT DOESNT BOTHER ME AT ALL SWEETHEART!! tbh im loving this correspondence sm 🥹🫶🏼 love u

NO FR I DIDNT EXPECT IT! WHEN I FIRST HEARD IT, I THOUGHT IT WAS THOSE INCORRECT QUOTES AND THEY (OPs) HAVE HCs THAT THESE COD CHARACTERS ARE SAYIN IT BUT NOPE ITS LEGIT HIM 😭

the one about the dog killed me fr omg i was on the floor giggling bc wtf actually. AND YEA his dynamic w soap is so RAHHHH my fave gotta be that time when johnny said “fuckin brits” after ghost asked him to make a cup of tea HXJSIDOS theyre so funny oh my god i need them

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! tbh im speaking amidst all my projections so im super glad that it makes a whole lot of sense <333

NO BECAUSE :((( ghost never had anyone to call family – no place to call home – until he met you. he thought that yk he’s just gon live his life in war because thats what hes damn good at AND THEN HE MET YOU AND NOW HE HAS REASONS TO LIVE. REASONS TO LOVE :((( i need him happy. i need him to be loved tenderly and carefully and gently, but also passionately and encompassing-ly. HE DESERVES IT!!!!

wdym it can get worse- ANON WDYM

OMG THE THING ABOUT PRICE?? YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. big burly man whose voice rolls off his tongue with the viscosity of molasses, his warm hands wide as it holds you and presses you to him, his lips always pressed onto your skin because he loves kissin you?? THE WAY god the way he murmurs his praises on your skin or swipes at the apple of your cheeks or the way he pulls you to his lap??

RAHHHHHHHHHHH stop anon (dont stop) I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

#simon anon #ask #IM SPIRALLIN AND IM FEELIN A WHOLE LOT OF NEEDY N ITS LIKE 9AM #i need them all

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Hey naina, tried to rewatch the cherry magic movie tonight. Got up to the nagasaki scene. It’s currently paused,,, I have cried genuinely. non stop since I pressed play? My head hurts really badly I think. I’m gonna try again tomorrow I hope you’re having a lovely day

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KUROSAWA SAYING WHEN YOU DIDN’T TURN TO ME I WAS SAD AND THAT ONE FUCKIN TEAR THAT FALLS FROM HIS EYES AND THE WAY HE LAUGHS AND APOLOGISES FOR BEING A MESS I NEED A NURSE like i’m gonna. Die i’m two seconds away from throwing up my heart why would he. Why did they film a movie with such intent to tear me to the ground the way he can barely speak and has to try and gather himself multiple times with deep breaths before speaking and ends up crying anyway the way adachi looks on helplessly wondering how to comfort him and let him know how much he loves him the way. The way he tries to bridge the gap between them with understanding through touch one of kurosawa’s main love languages the way kurosawa’s eyes are so glossy and doe like as he waits for adachi’s kiss the way he says his name so softly the way adachi rests his hand on kurosawa’s knee and their hands find each other so slowly…, so softly… so tenderly… the way they can literally speak 636373 words with just their hands alone and do way more for the sake of romance and true deep mutual love than anything the way none of these are in order of how they happen because my brain is seeping out of my ears naina what the actual fuck were they thinking..,, machida keita akaso eiji and kazam hiroki you will receive my medical bills shortly i’m. I wow so. cool

PLEASE IM CRYING KFJHSDKFHDSJF ALL OF THIS IS SO REAL??????? cm crew put Smth into the nagasaki scene idk what but its insane like i will never Not be feral when i think abt it ...... kurosawas breakdown is so painful to see hes been holding everything back for So Fucking Long and imagining all the events from his perspective is crazy like think abt it. he has no idea if adachis ok or not and none of his calls go through and theyre so far apart like Imagine . the fact he wasnt like full on bawling in that scene means hes still holding back so much probs for adachis sake its so aaarhrrhGHGFGHF!!!!!!! LET HIM CRY MORE PLEASE.......

adachis side was perfectly analyzed in that meta i rbed earlier so i have nothing substantial to add but god for the 58302th time his Growth ..... even in ep 12 he had to get that push from tsuge to go meet w kurosawa but in the movie he could already tell kurosawa was putting up a front (and literally predicted it would happen as soon as he got the transfer offer) and he probs planned on talking abt it when he flied back to tokyo before the incident which is. ... .. and the look of determination on his face the entire time kurosawa finally broke down w no panic no overthinking like "I Am Going To Love And Cherish This Man So Hard" and comforting kurosawa w touch and no longer caring abt the magic that hes become reliant on for kurosawas sake. . Yeah im going to be ill about these two for the rest of my life thank u cm crew god bles <3

#cherry magic spoilers #are we still tagging spoilers? i have no idea #my answer #nagasaki scene is fucked up and Evil they didnt have to go angst 100 w it.. even the manga ver had some sillies.. the writers chose violenc #and ofc akaso and machida absolutely killed it my god im v glad its them who got these roles bc the scene is Very hard to portray right imo #like a game of acting ping pong getting every expression and line right....... and the ball is my poor heart getting slapped around #anon ur making me want to rewatch too but i know i cant handle it im still weak i still miss them so much :(#this did remind me to try working on my post-nagasaki fic again i have the ideas and everything its jst. The Damned Writers Block #but i did have plans to make kurosawa break down even More (for good reasons!!!!) i wanna write it so bad augh

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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years

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Hi shay.!! How r u doing? What are your fave or maybe even self indulgent hcs of bkg in general or in a relationship or maybe both hehe.. coz I really like to know your thoughts n insights. ur one my fav bkg writers out there💕 n really love how u portray him in ur fics 👌. (btw I'm the anon who sent pov asks for fmn and dw take ur time. Just wanted to let you know that fmn is my absolute fav fic of urs I keep coming back to it , and I'm patiently waiting for the epilogue n sequel later😌)

hello nonnie my love!! i'm doing well thank u for asking<3 u are too sweet i am patting ur head so tenderly rn<3 i've got an exam i need to study for but shh itll be fine im fine :') im hoping to be able to write as i procrastinate on studying LOLLL

hmmmmmm i had to do some sitting around and thinking for these. i think there's a mix of hc and canon stuff but these r generally my bkg thoughts LOL sorry it got out of hand sdfhksdf:

he's a clean freak - can't stand the sight of hair around his apartment, even his own LOL

"DIE STAINS!!" as he cleans dishes

he's one of those people who can wake up the instant his alarm goes off and can just get up. no snoozing whatsoever (tho he does like his sleep and WILL be grumpy. don't talk to him at least for half an hour)

also one of those people who can just sit down and get his work done, no procrastinating

lightweight as FUCK one drink and he's gone

on that note, he's a mix of a sleepy + clingy drunk.

and i say "clingy" as in he will hover around you and be more blatant with staring right at you + holding onto you bc he's got no digression when he's drunk lol. all those thoughts he represses when hes sober just bubble to the surface

fr wears his heart on his sleeve.

OK THIS ISNT A HC THIS IS CANON BUT THE FACT THAT U SEE ALL HIS EMOTIONS THRU HIS EYES AND HE HATES THE FACT THAT HE CRIES A LOT (maybe even more than deku) BUT CANT HELP IT!!!! and he slowly learns that its okay to cry, esp in front of people, and yeah<33

budgets his finances p well - he's got an excel spreadsheet and everything

yeah his parents r well off but he's lowkey a little stingy when it comes to money LOLLL tho he does buy top quality shit he doesnt buy unnecessary things at least until he meets u

WILL basically sugar baby u, buying u stuff he thinks/knows you'll like ESPECIALLY if he's crushing.

he'll b all gruff abt it tho, trying hard to play it off as just something he does when it's obvious he doesnt do it for any of his other friends LMAO its so obvious hes in love ur honor, u can see it in his eyes tee hee

doesnt realize hes crushing at first tho.

i feel like there has to be some sort of catalyst for him to realize his feelings/act on them LOL. doesnt have to be anything big

it just punches him in the face one day when hes like "wait- why the fuck am i doing this?!"

he hopes that by getting u things constantly and wanting to spend basically all his free time w u tht you'll catch on to the fact tht he likes u lmfaoo he's bad w words ok!!

doesn't think he deserves to be in love, which is why it makes it hard for him to confess/ask u out. or at least why he takes a long time to do so

he doesnt give his heart to just ANYONE, if hes asking u out its w the intention that one day he'll marry u

DEMI BKG.

at first he only knew how to do eyeshadow/eyeliner for his mask but he learned how to do like, contour/foundation after he met u bc he likes doing ur makeup

also likes braiding ur hair/playing with it and having his own played with in return

wipes his hands on his pants before he touches u sometimes

this is obvious but he is a very healthy eater and constantly conscious of how he treats himself. never catch him eating junk food or smoking or anything. if he does treat himself to take out he goes n exercises it off after

makes his own recipes for meals sometimes.

listens to a lot of punk rock music w heavy drums!! especially when he's exercising. if u catch him at the right time u might see him listening to softer music when he's feelin comfy

on that note he's got a lot of organizational/specific playlists he's made on spotify. all private tho and he doesnt bother putting covers on em

video game nerd!! he 360 no scoped denki not once, but three times in one game.

knows a lot about engineering ngl. little nerd has books on mechanics, dynamics, physics, etc.

woke king. he made sure he had a well-rounded education

flexible af!! he can do splits!!

loves puns (i think this is canon??) tho will pretend he doesnt

SO FUCKING EASY to deez nutz or upbaby him

also easy to condition him with kisses. NEEDS his gm nd gn kisses or he'll be grumpy the rest of the day

kiss drunk sap

LMaO the fact that he pretends hes a delinquent but is actually such a stickler for the rules/wont talk back

on that note he unfortunately wont pick u over the world

but he DOES put u before himself and will 100% die for u

thinks hes selfish but he's actually not. he makes sure u're well taken care of in terms of comfort, food, stress, etc.

gets along better with old people than ppl his own age LOLLL

hard of hearing in his 20s/30s!! knows jsl!! also fluent in english.

IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT HIM BEING A SECRET FAN OF ROMANCE NOVELS????!!!! that shit is so fucking cute to me who came up with it?!

on that note he doesn't really like horror movies but pretends he isn't a wuss LOLL. will nonchalantly hold ur hand during it and say its for your own sake, not his. i can imagine him getting spooked and flinching n coughing and pretending nothing happened haha

emo boy likes his beanies

cares perhaps a bit too much abt what other people think of him

WILL splay himself all over the bed when he sleeps, but he does also kinda wrap himself around u and can stay like that for the entire night. he flops in btwn

has nightmares n will wake up in the middle of the night & will simply listen to ur breathing until he falls back asleep

sometimes thinks u arent real - how did he manage to get someone who loves him for who he is, thorns and all?

ANYWAYS yeah KHSDFKSF those r all over the place but theyre what i can think of for now haha.

also!! yes thank u for reading fmn! it really means a lot that u like it so much!! i literally cant express it, fmn is my BABY!!!!!! i feel like a proud parent LMAOO idk if u saw but i did post tht i would get to your POV asks eventually!!! (ive already deleted the post sdfhfkd) hopefully i can work on some stuff tonight!!

#ME? A FAVE?!!! >//<#ill blush ill do it #hdfkdfdjfg #sipping tea with shay #a nonny mouse #nonnie u are so PRECIOUS ill bundle u up in my pocket for safety

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