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fantasyandshit · 1 day

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The tailor

Type: one shot

Pairing: Azriel x male reader

Based off of this request

I hope this is ok for my first male reader! I hope to do this justice and hope this lives up to your hopes @vampyama !

I sit at the table at Rita’s, talking and laughing with Mor, Cassian, Rhysand, and Feyre when I hear the door open and the heavy set footsteps I had come to recognize anywhere. My head swivels around, eyes meeting Azriel’s- cauldron his eyes are beautiful. I can’t help but let mine trail down his body, he’d changed from whatever he was wearing on his mission, into a loose fitting black shirt that showed part of husky perfect chest, and a pair of black slacks, hugging his strong, beautiful, enticing thighs oh so perfectly.

“Azriel!” I jump up and run to hug the male, my family chuckling at my antics. I nuzzle into my mates chest, a purr of sorts leaving me. I can feel Azriel pat my head softly rubbing. “I missed you my mate.” I look up slightly, my chin sitting on his chest.

“I missed you to love.”

We love to sit at the table, hands clasped together, I can hear Cassian muttered something about ‘Lover boys.’ But happily ignore him, instead snuggling into my mates shoulder as he orders us some drinks. As we sit and talk, I think back to when I met my mate.

———

I was the tailor for the high lord and his inner circle. “Yn! Alright man, I’ll be honest. I know it’s short notice but I’ll pay double for the rush. We need dresses for all the girls and suits for the three of us,” he looks to the other males with him- I stare at the one with blue gems. Beautiful, that’s the only way to describe him. “Can you make it work?”

I take a moment to think, it’s the highlord- I have to say yes and as long as I close up till starfall I should be able to make it work. “I think I can do that. I’ll just need to take you all back for measurement updates. Although I’m already going to have to close shop so you’ll have to choose from the fabrics I have with me, I can’t import anything.” I survey the group, my eyes once again catching the beautiful male- his eyes already on mine- shit. I look away quickly as the high lord speaks.

“That is perfectly fine. Thank you so much. You will be well compensated I promise.”

“It’s my pleasure, now do you want to come back to the fitting room?” He nods, and the rest of his group follow me back to a large room with a circle platform in front of a mirror and chairs around the room. “Sir wherever, whoever wants to go first may step on the plat form now.” I gather my supplies, moving forward to take Cassian- as I’d heard’s measurements. I write his name on my notepad before getting to work, once I’m done I turn to face him. “So, can I ask what you’re looking for in this?” I write everything he says down, sketching an idea before showing him.

He smiles and nods in approval. “That’s exactly what I pictured. Thanks.” I nod, slowly making my way through the whole group, allowing them to go look at fabrics.

Lastly- Azriel I had learned, the beautiful man from earlier, steps on the plat form. I get some measurements, as I move to get his wing span, I accidentally hit one of the larger membranes.

He moaned.

He fucking moaned.

I apologize over and over, Azriel shushing me, assuring me they are just sensitive. Finally, he turns around, grabbing my arms. We make eye contact and I gasp- he does too.

“Mate.” He whispers, tears spring to my eyes- what if he doesn’t want me? He’s probably disappointed. He probably wanted some beautiful woman. He’s not gay. He can’t be right? My thoughts are stopped by his lips crashing to mine. He grabs my hips, dragging them to his, the tent forming in my pants meeting his own. Neither of us make the connection that his friends are still hear.

———

“Yn? You still there love?” I shake me head, blinking. I had spaced out, Azriel’s thumb rubs my arm soothingly.

“Oh? Yeah- yeah. Sorry love, I just spaced out.” I lean up, giving him a peck on the lips. He nods, going back to his conversation as I just marvel at his beauty.

He turns back to me, eyebrows furrowing, “Are you ok love?” It’s a whisper in my ear.

“Yeah. You’re just so pretty.” I wouldn’t be surprised if there were hearts in my eyes as I respond. He chuckles before speaking again, still a whisper. “You wanna go for a walk.”

I grin, I lived walking through Velaris with my mate, showing him off like he deserved. I nod my head vigorously, practically bouncing in my seat. “Everyone, we’re gonna head out ok.”

Everyone says some variation of ok as we leave the table, as we are walking out, I hear Cassian call, “Be careful kids- wear protection.” I laugh slightly at his antics as we leave to the street.

I swing our hands, skipping and twirling with Azriels shadows down the street, him walking behind, smiling fondly. An idea coming to mind, I dash ahead, giggling as I make it to a field of flowers. I pick a few, weaving them together insanely fast thanks to the help of my mates shadows. Finally, I finish his crown, turning back to him and placing it on his head. He smiles with me, pulling me into a loving kiss. “I love you my mate.”

“I love you too.”

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Okkk idk if that was what you wanted- I’m praying I did ok. Again- it’s my first time doing a male reader so I hope it’s ok.

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel #elain archeron #elain x reader #feyre archeron #feyre x reader #nesta archeron #nesta x reader #cassian x reader #cassian #rhysand x reader #rhysand #male reader #azriel x male reader #fluff

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earthtooz · 4 months

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how would you write wriothesley needing reassurance?

x : TO LOVE A GOOD THING :*+ﾟ

in which: wriothesley thinks he loves you more than you love him.

warnings: 1.4k words, reverse hurt/comfort with angst, wrio being insecure sorry, gn!hot-headed!reader, reader gets into a fight, wrio patches you up.

a/n: thank u @sixosix for helping me out during my my hard times. this fic was already half written before I got this ask but then it was like the stars aligned and anon came to save a fic that might have never made it out of the drafts. anyways, idk if the writing is good, but i came, i saw, i conquered. enjoy!

Wriothesley thinks he loves you more than you love him.

If he voiced these thoughts to you, you’d shut him down without another breath. He can almost picture it now, the way your nose would scrunch as a precursor to all the statements you will make rejecting his. He can hear all the things you’d say, insisting ‘that’s just not true!’, and then he’ll laugh to cover up the way his chest will swell with pure adoration.

But it is true.

Loving you is easier than breathing. The heart that sits in his chest beats harder for you than the circulation of oxygen in his lungs, but he breathes because it keeps him alive. If he’s alive, then he gets to see you, the best thing that’s happened to him his entire, unfortunate life.

He thinks he loves you more than you love him because you once told him your favourite flowers were glaze lilies. However, when you complained that they only bloomed during the night, Wriothesley knew that he would wrestle the sun just so the moon could shine a little longer.

He thinks he loves you more than you love him because you linger in the crevices of his mind. Down in the Fortress of Meropide, the days may pass excruciatingly slow sometimes and the only cure for him is yearning for the one he loves most. Perhaps if he wishes hard enough, you’ll burst through those doors with a declaration of a new discovery and sit on his desk, avoiding the paperwork.

Most times, his wishful thinking doesn’t work out. On the rare occasion it does, Wriothesley will be fortunate enough to end the work day with your palms on his cheeks, gently motivating him to finish what’s left.

You’ll peel stickers off his body, ignorant of the fact that he saves them up just for an excuse to feel your hands on him, then he’ll kiss you in thanks, eyes fluttering closed. Near you, he can finally let his guard down, let the gauntlets and coat fall as he sinks into you.

Wriothesley already feels bad whenever you come down to a place so unforgiving and confronting. He tries to brighten up the place sometimes, but metal can only shine so much before it rusts again.

Is it pathetic to want to better yourself for another person? Or is it love?

Wriothesley thinks he loves you more than you love him, and he’s perfectly fine to continue living with that fact. As long as he’s the one you return to every night, he’ll be fine to live with whatever burdens you press onto him.

He just didn’t expect that one of said ‘burdens’ would result with you, Sigewinne’s infirmary, and your face littered with cuts and bruises.

“You should have seen the other guy,” is your poor attempt at humour as your lover frets everywhere, pacing back and forth as the small nurse tends to you. His heavy boots resounding against metal floors.

“Seriously, Y/n, what were you thinking?” The warden clearly isn’t amused by your joke, the only thing keeping him back from completely lecturing you is Sigewinne and that stun gun of hers.

A small yelp slips past your lips when she applies some balm on your sore knuckles and Wriothesley winces, as if feeling your pain. “They were talking bad about you, Wriothesley, what did you want me to do?”

“Nothing!”

Sigewinne gives him a look. He immediately shuts his mouth. “I can’t do that,” you insist.

“You can, and you should’ve. I can defend my own honour. Besides, you didn’t need to lower yourself to the level of crooks just to prove a point.”

“But-”

“-The guys you beat up were just admitted here. Normally after receiving a life’s sentence, the first name that’s slandered is mine as an outlet for anger. This is normal, Y/n, they’ll continue on to realise that the Fortress of Meropide is not their standard prison and reform. You, however, might have just set back their progress.”

Your head drops, a little in shame, but mostly because you don’t have anything to say in retaliation. Silence envelops the dim space, none of you brave enough to break the tension that came from Wriothesley’s scolding. With a few final words from Sigewinne about what medicine to apply, when, and what not to do, she leaves the room quite hurriedly, as if eager to let you and Wriothesley talk about it alone.

Immediately, he crosses the room to where you sit, closing in on your personal space.

“The things they were saying about you were unforgivable. Meropide’s great duke may forgive, but I won’t.”

“Nothing is as unforgivable as you getting hurt.” Care laces his voice this time when he talks to you.

“You won’t throw me in prison for this, right?” You ask with a bashful smile, one that sends him reeling.

“Not prison, no,” he coughs. “However, I can’t not reprimand you.”

“Fine. I guess this just means that I love you more.”

He knows you’re kidding, that you’re only trying to make him feel better because the grin on your face is nothing short of mischievous. Part of him falters, cracks like an earthquake splitting the land apart and pulling him under. To stabilise himself, his rough palms find purchase on both sides of your jaw and his forehead is pressed flushed to yours.

(You don’t love him more, how can you love someone as ragged as him?)

“Impossible,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Really, let these bruises be a reminder,” you chuckle. His thumb ghosts over a bruise on your cheek and his heart aches at the way you wince, even if just slightly. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be here, sat on a hospital bed with wounds he inadvertently caused.

You wouldn’t be here, in a dingy, dreary Fortress that you’re only obligated to visit because of him.

(Oh, but he hopes you never leave. The day you go and never come back is the day Wriothesley will turn all of Teyvat upside down just to search for you. Where is his place if not by your side?)

There’s a warm poke to his cheek that’s quickly followed by a damp residual. Wriothesley quickly realises that you wiped a tear away, and he curses the following few that spill. You shouldn’t waste your efforts on him: a man half-coherent, and wholly undeserving of you.

“Love, oh, love,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the bruised area. “Why did you do this?”

“I already told you,” you hum. “Because I love you.”

“I’m not worth it.”

Your hand stills. “What do you mean by that?”

“This happened because of me,” there’s pain in Wriothesley’s voice when it cracks. “You didn’t need to harm yourself for me, I’m more of a burden than you think, Y/n, nothing good will come out of loving me too much.”

For a second, everything stills. The beating of his heart, your breathing, the dull humming of the fortress’ mechanics, it all becomes silenced. The world only kicks up again when you speak.

“How could you say that about yourself?” You reprimand, shaking his face lightly. “A ‘burden’? Are you hearing yourself right now, Wriothesley? You’re not making any sense right now!”

There’s a passionate look in your eyes. One he doesn’t think a man like him deserves.

“I do not love you for ‘good things’ to come out of them, I love you because you are the good thing, and I will do anything for you to remain the way you are.”

Oh, he might cry again. Are there tears in the corners of his eyes? How can he help it when you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him?

“Don’t write me off as some poor soul whose subjected to your love,” you whisper, but he hangs on to every word you say. “Your love is not a burden I bear, but rather, the most fortunate thing I’ve ever had the luxury of cherishing.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Wriothesley presses his lips to yours in an all-consuming kiss. He drinks up all of your praise and lets it settle in his gut to bloom, untethering himself from the chains that rubbed his wrists raw. You love him, you love him more than he thought possible.

How lucky he is that you pull him closer, selfishly taking all of him.

#earthtooz: genshin impact #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wriothesley fic #wriothesley x you

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ppeonppeonhan · 4 months

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The Sexiest 2023 BL Scenes

I think we can all agree that there is an art to executing a sex scene -- and not everybody's an artist. This year, we (and, by that, I mean you) gif'd a couple of masterpieces that range from romantic to...educational. Here are the ones that live in my head rent free, in order of PG-13 to NC-17:

BEST ROLE-PLAY SEX: Bed Friend

If you had told me last year that incorporating cat ears into foreplay would result in one of the hottest scenes in BL, I would've given you bombastic side-eye. But James, the actor who plays Uea, pulled it off, and is probably responsible for a lot of Amazon orders till this day. (Episode 6)

BEST BEACH-SIDE SEX: The Eighth Sense

This entire sequence was so beautifully lit in golden tones, with soft touches, and romantic moments. It almost made you forget about the depression plot. Almost. (Episode 6)

LONG-AWAITED SEX: Hidden Agenda

Joke yearned for Zo in a way that was borderline comical. From the moment Zo kissed Joke like he was trying to give him CPR and then promptly shoved him out of his apartment, I knew every kiss after that would have to come with a parental warning. I'm surprised Joke didn't move in. (Episode 8)

DO-OVER SEX: Love Class 2

The music for this sex scene was so perfectly matched with the caressing and hand closeups. And the fact that it happened after the initially-ghosted Joo Hyuk got Sung Min to reconsider made it even sweeter. (Episode 9)

BEST WET SEX SCENE: Kiseki: Dear to Me

I may have enjoyed Ai Di and Chen Yi's love story more, but Fan Ze Rui and Bai Zong Yi were helping us all live out our tall boy fantasies. When he mounted him with a soft bounce, I knew the gif Gods would giveth. (Episode 7)

BEST EUPHORIC SEX: Only Friends

Ray looked like he reached nirvana when he made love to Sand in that sardine can of trailer, so of all their sex scenes, this was my fave. (Episode 9)

BEST INSECURITY-INDUCED SEX: Only Friends

Say what you will about Boston -- and the fandom has said a lot lol -- but if you had to choose a cast member to get you off, you'd choose him in a heartbeat. And yes, this scene was grimey. He f*cked his friend's potential boyfriend in the backseat of his car after manipulating him into believing he was cheated on, but can you blame him? He was probably tired of always having to give and never receive. Plus, Top did this vibrating move that made me wonder who told Force to do that... (Episode 3)

GIF by wanderlust-in-my-soul

BEST CENSORED SEX: Wedding Plan

I'm still mad that this scene wasn't in the Youtube cut. It paints an entirely different picture of their dynamic and their personalities. But thank God for the gif'ers, otherwise I would've missed how ravenous they were when they weren't...wedding planning. 😳 (Episode 6)

BEST WHIPLASH SEX: Be Mine Superstar

To be clear, WE were the ones getting whiplash. One minute, we were watching a sweet love story between an innocent college kid and his idol crush, and the next minute we were watching a masterclass on how to bang your one-night stand (consensually) until he agrees to date you. It's like...Sir, I'm on the train. Could you give a bitch a heads up? (Episode 8)

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While I am generally envious of every single one of these experiences, I'm even more envious of everyone's knee strength and flexibility. I could never. Rollerblading has ruined me. If I tried half of these positions, I'd have to get physical therapy. 🙃

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tarjapearce · 8 months

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Mi Dulce Cereza (Pt.5)

Ranchero! Miguel O'Hara x F!reader

WARNINGS: pure fluff undercut.

Summary: Miguel shows you another part of your future world together.

Inspo by @choppednerdtriumph ❤��❤️

Intro:

Minutes kept ticking, and the road just stretched more and more before you. For how long had he been driving? Maybe two hours, you weren't sure. All you cared was that you were free.

Free of the leash your parents had conditioned you, free of the deceiving and pretense games, free of your mom, free to make your own desicions. Free.

The initial smile on Miguel’s face had disappeared after an hour of driving, he took a detour to the next town. Trees and dry land were the only scenarios that you had seen so far, then another one joined.

If your town was small, this was even smaller. A few states here and there, some dinners around, a little drugstore, gas station and of course a couple of hotels and a white, one floor building; the words 'Canew Valley Courthouse' engraved in the banner. Miguel parked before it, and then rushed to open your door.

"C'mon."

He kissed it and helped you out from the car, a red Ford F-150 that needed another layer of sanding and painting. He guided you into the building, hand in hand.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" He tipped his hat at the lady as he greeted with a polite smile.

"May I help you, sir?"

"Yes. Are the magistrates still on duty?"

"Of course, you'd have to wait a couple of minutes if your intention is to be wed. They are officiating one in this moment."

"It's fine. Thank you very much, dear." You smiled and followed Miguel. You both sat outside the main office. He sighed deeply and looked at you.

"Cerecita?"

"Yes, Miguel?"

"You scared?"

"A bit, yeah." Nodding, you rested your head on his bicep. Toned but the perfect pillow for you.

"But it's fine. To feel afraid, I mean. We're eloping" a chuckled escaped your lips.

"I know you probably pictured a big wedding with a shit ton of people. You will have it. Promise, just -"

"Miguel."

You sat properly and cupped his cheek

"Darling, you don't have to worry about that. They'd probably just assist to see what they could criticize and they'd be probably people that I wouldn't even know. By this time I'm pretty sure the news are spreading through town." Your hand entwined with his

"This is the realest thing I can have of getting married."

"It will be better, I promise"

"It's alright. As long as you don't get the cold feet?"

His head shook with a loving smile.

"Jamás." (Never)

You understood better than you actually talked spanish. If it wasn't for your mother raising you mostly in english, you would've be able to comunicate with him perfectly.

After a good half hour, the door was open and another young couple left the main office, their laughs and giggles made your stomach bubble. Golden band around each finger and a paper folder in a hand. You both were instructed to enter and give your respective ID documents and your witness.

"Witness?"

"Yeah, you need at least two of them to get married." The judge had explained to you.

"Anyone?" Miguel asked

"Sure."

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks getting warmer as he asked the front desk lady and another assistant to act like your witnesses. Then you filled in the paperwork.

Do you take this woman as your lawful wife?

"I do" His eyes gazed lovingly at you as his hand held you with utmost care.

Do you take this man as your lawful husband?

"I do" You smiled, he beamed.

Mrs. O'Hara. You were now a married woman. A legally married woman.

The judge gave you the certificate and as soon as you both left the office, he swooped you off your feet and kissed you deeply as you giggled.

"Mrs. O'Hara." He'd squeeze you after thanking the front desk lady.

"Yes, Mr. O'Hara?"

"You're mine now. Mi esposa." (My wife)

"All yours."

"Are you feeling good?"

"A bit nervous, and hungry."

"Let's get you some food."

-----

He spoiled you with a little feast at the local dinner, Good old brunch, a tall glass of orange juice and of course a bit of cherry pie. He stared as you ate with contempt. As sun was hiding behind purple and peach skies, you were back on the road again before getting you some suplies like tissues and a little travel pillow for your neck.

The destination seemed another hour to go. If it wasn't for him stopping at every 30 minute mark for you to puke on the road, you'd have surely arrived alot earlier. You were deep asleep when the car stopped.

"Cerecita" Miguel stirred you gently, you curled into his touch, "Mi amor, wake up"

"Hm?"

"We're here."

The truck lighted up to reveal a creaky and rusted yet still sturdy pair of metal doors, that opened after he honked the truck a couple of times. Pebbled road crunched underneath the truck's tires as he drove further into the property. You barely could see past the dense foliage and some construction supplies perched up in different spaces.

You removed the collar pillow with a yawn and tucked the blanket around you. Air quality was pure, a stark contrast from your old home. The air felt stuffy, heavy and sometimes even dusty. But here, in Miguel's property, it was different. Air was pure, with distinctive tints of pinewood and fruity trees, along some earthy undertones.

Your nausea had stopped. Your eyes wandered at the place, a white two story colonial styled home. Rounded archs as collumns, of course more construction supplies laying in a corner, a hammoc in the left, only the lower floor was lit up. An elder woman, probably in her early fifties, chubby, energetic, with a sharp look, dressed in a long skirt and cotton shirt, a loose braided bun adorned her round yet gentle face came into view.

Her eyes lit up with a motherly kind of joy upon watching him approach the entrance. Her colorful poncho draped around her chest.

"Mijo!" Miguel squeezed her in a tight hug, then gave her a loving smooch on her weathered cheeks.

"¡Por Dios, por fín regresas!" (My goodness you've finally returned!)

There was a warm feeling spreading through your chest as you watched their interaction.

"I know, I know. Took longer than I should've. But...-"

"Ay si si, luego me explicas. Where is she?" (Yeah, yeah, tell me about it later)

You stepped into view and she smacked his chest.

"Ah canijo, no que no te gustaban las citadinas?" (You Imp, though you'd said you didn't like city girls.)

Miguel chuckled and helped you closer to her.

"Cerecita, mi amor, she's Victoria Huerta. My mom."

"Uy, mi amor. Hear yourself"

"Ya pues!" (Enough)

Victoria giggled and patted his shoulder, then cupped your cheeks and smiled at you as Miguel crossed his arms.

"Si es que está chulísima!" (She's so gorgeous!)

Your smile stretched nervously at her words.

"He's always had a thing for girls with Ya know" Her hands mimicking curves and you giggled. Your name rolled of your tongue

"Nice to meet you, Victoria"

"My pleasure to meet the woman that finally tamed this cabrón." She gave a gentle pull at Miguel's ears, "At your service, querida. How far are you?"

You blinked and stared at Miguel, which smile widened at the warm welcome Victoria gave you.

"U-uh, I'm seven weeks"

"Brough this man and his brother to the world. Can't believe I'm gonna bring yours now. I've got you, cariño"

"Thank you, Mrs. Huerta"

"Don't be so polite Mija, call me Vicky. Are you hungry?"

"Not really-"

"None of that. I'll get you some hot cocoa. Probably puked in the way here didn't you?"

You nodded with a bashful smile

"You need something to sit your stomach. I'll go prepare it, I'll tell the boys to help you out with the lugage."

"Thank you, Vicky"

She had left and Miguel cradled you in his arms.

"She's so loving."

"Nosy and annoying too" He chuckled fondly, "Raised me when things got difficult. I owe her so much." His hands took yours as he lead you inside.

The lower floor seemed done, new tiles that extended in colorful yet intricate patterns, unlike your once plain white titled floors. The doors shone in fresh lacquer, the livingroom had a furniture set and a large tv in the middle, at this point the construction materials seemed a staple.

You sat on the couch and Miguel followed, two young men greeted him and he gave them instructions to get your lugage to the main bedroom.

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Clock ticked 10 pm, and you yawned. At this time you'd be tucked in your large bed, duvet draped over your body, not worrying about a thing.

It wasn't that different from what you were experiencing, You wondered about your parents, what they'd be doing, what would they be saying. Nothing good probably. None of that mattered when you had changed into one of his shirts since you couldn't remember the suitcase you had stored your pajamas in.

He slipped into bed next to you. Hands immediately hoarding you in his arms. The cup of hot cocoa Vicky prepared you made wonders in your stomach, her stories about Miguel being a serious yet goofy kid had only helped to soothe your tense nerves.

"Hey"

You smiled and kissed him

"Hey."

"Feeling good?" He nuzzled your neck

"Better with you here."

"Still scared?"

"No. Just thinking"

"About me, I hope"

You chuckled and ran a hand through his hair

"Always. Yeah."

"Good. That's good."

He put a hand on your lower belly and rested his head on your chest. Heart giving steady and deep beats.

"Promise It'll look better."

"Hm?"

"The place. I know it's not like what you're used to-"

"Miguel."

His hands tensed on your hip.

"Look at me, Miguel"

His eyes gazed yours, soft hands reached for his stubbly cheeks.

"It's perfect. It's yours."

"Ours" He corrected and your head gave a gentle shake.

"It's yours. You've earned it on your own. I can't just... barge in and take credit for something I haven't helped in."

"Its ours." He insisted and you squeezed him.

"Te prometo que... te haré feliz." (I promise you that I'll make you happy)

"What makes you think I'm not?"

Warm eyes stared at him, conveying something only he knew. Love and understanding.

"You're such a wonderful man, I've got you for myself entirely, None is gonna bother us for loving eachother. None will talk ill about our child."

His face frowned a little, ruining his lovesick expression.

"None will ever make you feel like you're less, cause, you're everything I could ask for."

His heart leaped and he squeezed you, earning him a squeal.

"I was supposed to say that."

He kissed your forehead and cradled you closer, relishing your heat and warmth.

"Too bad."

"Still, I wanna give you everything."

"I just want you." You mumbled sleepily.

"Wait..."

"Hm?"

His body separated from yours to search something in his drawer. You sat down on the bed with a lazy smile.

"What is it?"

"Give me your hand. Forgot something important"

Your hand stretched towards him and he placed a ring on your finger.

"Perfect fit." He smiled and your eyes went wide.

"Thought I had forgotten about it?"

"I wasn't thinking in the rings if I'm honest"

You picked the other one from his palm and slid it through his finger

"There."

His hand brought yours and nodded, looking at both rings in each finger.

"Me gusta. Me gusta cómo se ven" (I like it. I like how they look.)

"I love your hands" He cupped your face with them and you kissed his palm.

"I love you. Whole."

Your heart swelled in contempt.

"I love you too."

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You woke up alone, with another colorful duvet ontop on you. Morning sickness seemed to take a break from tormenting you, and allowed you to rest properly for once. The cold metallic band around your finger made your lips curve. The pillow smelled like him, your hands pulled it closer to sink your face in it.

A little of fabric softener mixed with his natural musk. It was nerve soothing, lulling you back to sleep.

The door was knocked around 11, Vicky's voice called in before entering.

"Mija? You ok?"

You stirred awake in the bed and smiled at her.

"Sorry, I overslept"

"Nada de eso. You're pregnant. It's good. Seems you needed it." (None of that.)

"I wanted to make some breakfast for Miguel, but I was so tired"

"He's working on the barn."

You rolled your eyes at the piece of info.

"The day that man isn't working in the farm or stables I'll know something is wrong."

"He told me about your family"

"Ah... them. Yeah."

"Sorry to be nosy or seeming so. He just tells me everything."

"He told me about you too."

"Good things I hope"

Her lips turned into a smirk, you just followed.

"C'mon. I'll make you something to eat. Then I can show you around."

"Thank you, Vicky"

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The Brunch was delicious, full and of course it had stopped briefly your nauseas. With Victoria's knowledge in babies, she was feeding you things that would do little to upset your stomach.

Once you were fed and ready, Victoria took you to the barns, to see Miguel.

The property seemed to be under massive renovations, since the barn still needed the roof and the doors were missing. Miguel was installing one of the doors when you arrived.

"Morning" Your voice stopped his doings, he embraced you with care.

"Buenos días, Cerecita. Slept well?"

Nodding you kissed him and Vicky just patted his lower back.

"I'm showing her around."

"Good."

"See you later then"

He just kissed you and went back to work. Vicky walked alongside with you. She took you to another part of the estate. Pebbles extended in every path you walked, crunching under your shoes.

"I apologize for the mess, the workforce is in vacations and will return within two weeks."

"It's fine. Really. He also apologized for it. There is no need. These places take their time."

"When he first told me that he would work for someone else, it got me concerned. He isn't one for... y'know such things. His temper is short"

"It's odd to hear that when he has been nothing but loving and sweet with me"

"That's cause he loves you and you're his wife, Mija."

You giggled.

"When he first came to my parent's estate, he was quiet, always hardworking even tamed a horse my dad was about to sacrifice."

"Agustín?"

You nodded and sighed.

"I told my dad that I would return for the horses later, but that can wait."

"Do you think it's a good idea to go back?"

"I know it's risky, but can't leave the horses in there, knowing something could happen to them."

"Sounds difficult"

"Yeah. If not? Then, I'll come up with something."

Victoria took you through the places. The barn was smaller, but it was the most complete area so far, then, she took you to a parcel, ready to be used for growing things. Victoria had explained that Miguel initially was going to use it for an extension of the stables, but quickly changed his mind when you had told him that you'd love to have your own orchard.

"So this is for you. Not ready yet, but it's yours." Vicky held you by your shoulders with a kind smile on her face.

"I could work in this in the mean time."

"He'd probably say no and want you to. rest, but its good to keep yourself active, makes the birth a bit less painful"

"Say no more then."

Vicky and you spent a good time chatting as you visited the places. To your surprise, there were a few fruit trees. Apples, oranges, mango, lemon and guava trees. A couple of bushes of wild roses here and there, and some other wild flowers. Land was fertile enough for life to be sustainable enough

Miguel owed a little cattle. A couple of cows, goats and sheep, two young horses, Lalo and Lyla. A coup of chickens and a bull named Tito who was in charge of work the land.

It was small, but it was his. And they all seemed healthy. His heart was put in it and it showed. All those six months he spent working at your parent's state had granted him enough money to start renovating his own place. A gift from his late father.

It would take time, but certainly the place had potential.

Vicky had explained that once the upper floor was done, You'd move upstairs.

You helped her with lunch. It made sense for her to be the only one helping out with the domestic things so far, but that didn't stop her for doing other things. She was a farm woman at heart as well.

"You think he learned all that with the horses by himself? No, no. Yo le enseñé. Miguel le tenía pánico a los caballos." (I taught him, he was terrified of the horses)

You laughed and plated he food.

"And look at him now, a horse whisperer"

You snorted as Miguel and the helpers rounded up.

"Food's done." You gave big portions to each, as they all sat on the same table as you were. Your mother surely would have a heart attack if you ever got to mingle with the servants. But sitting together, like a big family made you feel homey. Welcomed even.

"I'll start working on the orchard tomorrow." You announced while taking a sip of your lemonade.

"You need to rest up. Leave that to me"

"No, I wanna help."

"Cerecita..."

"You said it was our home. So, I will help too."

"Es igualita a ti de terca." (She's just as stubborn as you are.)

The workers gave respectful but silent laughs. Paco and Joseph were their names.

"Besides, Vicky said that it's good to keep oneself active during pregnancy. So, yeah. I'll fill it up with many things."

He took your hand and kissed it with a little smile.

"As you wish, mi amor."

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The evening came and Miguel took a bath, then joined in your shared room. You were folding and organizing your working clothes in a little space left in the closet. The fancy and pompous sort of things remained in the bigger luggage bags.

"I was thinking"

"In me, I hope" He chuckled as you used his words.

"Always, yeah" He plopped on the bed and watched you.

"Maybe we can have our wedding once the estate is finished."

"Oh?" You sat on the bed and laid your head on his lap. Larger hands immediately going through your hair with soft caresses.

"I mean, we're already married."

"I know, but want it to make it right. I wanna see you in a white dress, all beautiful."

"Can I see you in a Charro outfit?" Your giggles only echoed a bit louder as he placed a hand on your tummy, rubbing in circles.

"You'll have me in a Charro outfit."

"Will have to make a custom dress though, the belly will be big enough by then. Or who knows, the baby might be born by then."

"You want a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know really. It doesn't matter. I'll love my child the same. You?"

"A girl"

"How would you name her?"

"Gabriela."

"That's a cute name, yeah. And if it's a boy?"

"Miguel Jr."

You giggled and pulled him down for a kiss.

"Joking. I don't know. Haven't thought about it if it's a boy."

"What if they're twins?"

"Double prize? I mean, that wouldn't stop me from trying in giving you a third one"

"Miguel!"

He cradled you in his arms and his his face in your neck. A place that seemed to bring him comfort. Your hands caressed his hair, soothing and gentle as you straddled him. There was no words that needed to be said at the moment, so you just sat there, basking in each other's company and loving embrace, until Vicky called you both for supper. Once, twice and the third time she knocked on your door.

"Ya sé que más embarazada no la puedes dejar, pero déjala que coma siquiera, Miguel!" (I know you can't get her any more pregnant, but at least let her eat!)

Vicky's words only made your cheeks burn and Miguel grumble.

"Ya vamos!" (Coming!)

"My god."

"Better get used to that"

He kissed your forehead and soon both joined Victoria and the helpers. Life was just starting to take shape for you, and of course, you couldn't be more grateful and happy.

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strawb3rrystar · 1 month

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hi I was TOTALLY not stalking ur acc cus it’s so good..nooo way🥰🤞🏼

buttttt I was her to rec a lucifer x reader!preferably fem,but gn is always alr,all the power to u!

so maybe like reader looks super innocent,and is like shorter than him,has a golden retriever kinda demon form and is a overlord,and the reason she is a overlord is cus she’s a assassin and is VERY well known lol.

and luci didn’t know that and is just like 😨 when she casually told him.

you can do this by hcs,one shot,or blurb ur choice :3

Simplicity is far from simple.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem! Overlord! Reader

Warnings: A tiny wee bit of hurt, but lots of comfort and fluff

Word count: 534

✰Masterlist

When you first met Lucifer you were one of the many, many sinners who had never seen him before. You had only ever heard about him in stories. You must admit he looked very different than how you pictured him in your head.

You were immediately enthralled by his charm and wittyness. He was also quite charmed by you, as you were unlike any sinners he'd seen before. After Lilith left him, Lucifer was scared to start dating again. But he decided to give it a shot with you.

The two of you would meet outside his palace, frequenting a small, Imp owned, café. Lucifer liked you very much, and wanted to spend his day with you. The first time he held your hand, he realized that you were smaller than him. The way your palms fit together so perfectly made him giddy inside.

When you told Lucifer you were an Overlord, he was shocked. To him, you seemed way too innocent to even be in Hell in the first place. Your upbeat personality and bright eyes confused him. Most of the Overlords he knew about took on a much more sinister form. But you? You were much, much different.

Since that day, Lucifer heard your name be brought up during the topic of Overlords. So, he had to guess you were very popular. One day, while at the café, he overheard some sinners talking about you. He heard them mention something about assassination, which peaked his curiosity. But he decided to ignore it, focusing on his outing with you.

Later, when the two of you were in his workshop, he decided to ask you about it. He cleared his throat, gaining your attention. "My dear, may I ask you something?"

"Well, you just did. But sure Luci, what's up?" You reply, walking over next to him.

"I heard something today. About you being an assassin? I know it's silly, and you probably aren't even one." Lucifer rambles.

"Oh no, I am." You say, making him pause and turn towards you.

"Huh?" He questions, utterly confused.

"Yeah, I'm an assassin." You shrug, like it wasn't a big deal.

Lucifer rubs his temples then stares at you "And why didn't you tell me, my dear?"

"You never asked. And also, I didn't want my job to change your view of me." You admit, looking away from him.

"Why would that change my view of you?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Well, you're amazing, and kind, and funny. And I'm.. well.. me." You answer truthfully.

"My dear, you're all those things as well. I'm literally the King of Hell, I've seen it all. Trust me, you being an Overlord-assassin doesn't change what we have." Lucifer cups your cheek, turning your head back towards him.

"Really?" Your eyes get the same shine they always have when you're around Lucifer.

"Yes, really." He kisses your forehead. That was the first time the King of Hell had ever kissed you. A smile fills your face as you wrap your arms around his torso. He graciously wraps his arms around your shoulder, holding you close. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence.

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komoboko · 4 months

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𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

ft: Giyu tomioka and Muichiro Tokito ・mui implied platonic but can be read as romantic

I never wrote for giyu so I hope this is alright ! Also this was just a ramble about them and their hair mmnmjmjn

# giyu !! ☆

While GIYU can’t say he doesn’t know how to do his hair, the boy just doesn’t know how to do it properly. After Sabito and Makomo’s death he stopped putting real time into himself. He’ll do the bare minimum to get himself through the day. In his opinion it’s just “the thought that counts” even though you both know not much thought goes into it at all.

It isn’t until you drag him into your bathroom to actually take care of his hair that it comes back into the picture. He’s heard from Mitsuri and whisper of other female slayers about the pain of dealing with “a disaster of a bad hair day.” Tomioka can only give you a look as if it was a silent apology that you were going to have to deal with his “disaster” when it came to the glob of hair on his head.

Giyu shifts in his chair as his eyes stay focused onto the ground. He can hear how you search for different supplies, different brushes and combs that would fit his hair. His mind reminisces on the whispers he heard from girls gossiping about their own experiences as now the guilt sets in.

“..I’m sorry”

Your eyes turn towards the male who seemed to stay perfectly still in the chair you dragged him to. “Giyu? Did you say something?” You ask the black haired male.

He hesitates for a moment before slowly shaking his head. His body still facing away from you as the only thing moving was his head. “I said.. thank you.” You can only shrug off the doubt that clouded his voice.

Much to his surprise, the feeling of his hair being properly washed is something he wouldn’t imagine he expected to like so much. He couldn’t tell if it was the actually feeling of cleansing his hair, or if It was your fingers that glided and ran through his hair with so much patience. His shoulders slouched as the tense feeling in his body was no longer presence. A sigh would escape his lips as his eyes slowly closed embracing himself in the comfort fully.

While you may of only done this once, it’s a moment that quickly jumps to Tomioka’s favorites. The moment brought a feeling of so much intimacy that he wasn’t expecting. For a moment he felt like he could breathe, the burdens of his comrades who have long pasted on, the burdens of serving as a hashira, the burdens of life for a moment fell from his shoulders. The moment was just between the two of you an everlasting peace that lasted for such a short time but felt so long. Something he needed much more than he can express.

It won’t be a surprise when he sheepishly comes back to you after you both finished your mission for the day. Mumbling something about “the demons put up a decent fight. Unfortunately it messed my hair up greatly. Would you mind.. helping me fix it.” You can’t help but give a cheesy smile before bringing him back to the bathroom where it all started.

# Muichiro !! ☆

Poor poor Gyomei who unknowingly got roped into helping MUICHIRO learn how to do almost a boy thing properly while he attempts to regain his memories. While Gyomei shouldn’t be underestimated for his teaching skills as he trained Muichiro “back into a boy” as he puts it. Once it came to tackling his hair, is the line Gyomei wouldn’t cross.

You’ve heard rumors about his hair. That it was “more tangled than one could imagine” or, “so natty that it was unfixable.” You’ve never believed them of course but you couldn’t help but be curious about them. You only stared back at the boys hair while you could expect he was staring off into space like usual.

Like you expected, the rumors were false. What surprised you were how far off they really were. The comb ran through his hair, while you did encounter other issues with it, it was way easier than you imagined.

Moving the comb through Muichiro’s hair, you can only admire how much smoother it was compared to all the small rumors spread across the corps. You couldn’t help but wonder why his hair smelled so strange, not that it was bad but oddly familiar.

“What do you use for your hair mui?” you mutter. Silence falls upon the room for a moment until Muichiro collects himself as he snaps out of his thoughts.

“Mitsuri showed me how she does her own hair, so I use the same products as her.” he replies softly.

Oh, so that explains the smell. Your face goes blank for a moment before a soft chuckle escapes your lips at the new found information. You open your eyes once more to see Muichiro face properly in the mirror, a small smile creeping up onto his lips.

Muichiro secretly like when you style his hair. He doesn’t voice his opinion directly but you can tell by his actions and expressions he likes it. His favorite style is anything that includes something half up and half down. He thinks it makes him look cool. Though he still very open to try anything as long as your styling his hair.

He tends to drift back towards you whenever he feels the need to get his hair done. He’ll shuffle towards your direction with a comb or another style in his mind for his hair. While he think he just enjoys getting his hair done, Muichiro just enjoys having some peace for a moment and spending time around you.

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lukehughescurls · 2 months

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at long last

luke hughes x childhood best friend

2k words

Staring up at my childhood best friend I realized two things. One, I could never imagine my life without him in it. Two, I was hopelessly in love with him and there was nothing I could do about it.

Following Luke to Michigan was a spontaneous choice made one drunken night the summer before our senior year, when Luke looked over at me stating that he couldn't believe I wanted to move to New York for school. Asking how I could go so far from him. In that moment I had made my mind up, I was going to Mich with him and nothing was going to stop me.

Back to the present moment, we’re currently cuddled up on the couch in the sophomore house living room, Luke talking to his teammates while I observe the party going on around us. Tonight the party was in full swing because Michigan had beat Penn State and Luke had scored four goals meaning the celebration was bound to go all night long. Looking around I notice Ethan, Mark, and Duker staring me down. Luke was too preoccupied talking to Adam and Luca to notice their staring. When I looked over again Ethan had motioned to the kitchen when he and the boys started making their way in. Catching the hint I start getting up before Luke stops me, “Bug where are you going.” Of course I can’t get away without my supposed guard dog noticing, “Just going to get a refill, do you want anything from the kitchen?” Luke shakes his head no and goes back to talking to the Fantilli boys letting me make my escape.

When I finally made my way into the kitchen the trio was already staring at the door waiting for my arrival, “when are you going to put him out of his misery and tell him you love him.” Dylan exclaimed, leaving me in shock. “Dylan, Luke and I are best friends, nothing more.” My statement made the three boys groan, “Oh come on we all know that's such bullshit, right Mark?” Ethan said while turning to Mark who had been silent, finally opening his mouth to say, “Bug you may not be able to admit it to yourself but it's pretty obvious to the rest of us that you both are hopelessly in love with each other.” Shaking my head and grabbing a seltzer out of the fridge I attempt to walk past the boys unscathed but Mark grabs my arm causing me to look up at him, “Just think about what we’re saying.” I nod before walking back to Luke where I see a pretty blonde sitting where I had previously occupied. Scoffing, I turn back to the three boys saying, “ya he looks so in love with me you guys.” I try escaping back into the kitchen but Luke notices my presence yelling, “Bug! Come meet Sofia.” The pull Luke has on me is massive because I find my feet walking in the direction of the large couch when that's the last place my heart wants to take me. Sofia looks over at me and smiles. Of course her smile is perfect, beaming at me with white straight teeth. When I reach the couch she leaps up giving me a hug exclaiming, “Luke has told me so much about you,” and before I can stop myself I mutter, “oh, well he hasn’t mentioned you.” Watching her smile start to drop I realize my mistake, “That was not meant to come out so rudely ignore me, how do you and Luke know each other?” I ask laughing and shaking my head hoping to diffuse the situation. It clearly works because she starts going on and on about a class the two of them share.

While Sofia talks I sit and listen with a solemn smile on my face hoping it's passing off as pleasant. Luke starts jumping into the conversation causing me to put my focus upon both of them and all I can see is this picture perfect couple. Sofia with her blonde hair and long tan legs that match perfectly with Lukes height. It dawns on me while sitting there how happy and relaxed Luke seems around Sofia, making me wonder if he’s keeping something from me. If he’s been keeping her a secret. Looking at our friends they all seem pretty comfortable around her, has she been here? Has she slept in his bed with him? The same bed we sit on and talk for hours, do they talk for hours too? Is what we share just limited to friendship? Feeling overwhelmed I interrupt the conversation stating that I need some air. Luke looks over at me with concern written all over his face, so I laugh it off and say, “It’s just so hot in here.” Luke clearly feels comfortable with my answer because he nods his head and says, “Come get me if you need me.” I give him a short nod saying, “Sofia, it was so nice to meet you, hopefully I’ll see you around later on,” She gives me another megawatt smile before nodding her head in response.

When I finally burst out of the house away from the hoards of people and my best friend who clearly loves someone else I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding onto. It comes out of me shuddering as I lower myself onto the stairs taking deep soothing breaths, jumping when I feel someone rest their hand on my shoulder. Did Luke follow me outside? Looking up I realize it’s Mark, who's wearing a bleak look on his face. I start to frown realizing I must be so naive to believe Luke would follow me out here when he clearly is preoccupied by perfect Sofia. Mark takes a seat next to me on the stairs, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his side. ��Hey what's got you down? That excuse may have convinced Luke but not me.” Of course he notices, “You’re right, I love him.” I sigh and Mark barks out a laugh saying, “Ya, I know, I’ve known that since the day he introduced me to you.” I start laughing leaning into him more as he starts to rub my arm, “Bug, I really do think he’s in love with you too, we all see how he looks at you it's as if you hung the stars in the sky.” Mark comments “Who knew you were such a romantic marky,” my nickname making him groan, “not the nickname bug, you know I hate that.” Giggling I state “well I’ve been saying it since we were freshman and you haven’t stopped me yet.” I give him a puzzling look and his response is simple, “well I can’t tell you no it’s actually impossible,” making me laugh even harder and Mark joins in. Our laughter is interrupted by the door slamming shut causing us to both turn around. Luke stands by the door looking at us with an imperceptible look on his face, “oh hi Luke, you want to come join us.” I say while patting the space next to me. He rolls his eyes before spitting out, “no you look pretty occupied with Mark, no need for my company.” His tone shocked me, it was venomous. “Anyways I’ll leave you guys to it, I need another drink,” Luke states before stalking back into the house. Mark and I look over at each other, my shock written on my face while Mark has a knowing smile on his face. I go to stand up but Mark stops me, “wait don’t follow him. He clearly needs to cool off.” I nod my head in agreement and settle back into conversation.

I didn't see Luke until the end of the night. Mark had dragged me back inside a little while after Luke had left and we had been shooting the shit with Ethan. When I do see him he doesn't look like himself. He has a scowl on his face that's causing the room to feel tense and people to avoid eye contact, yet I’m unable to stop looking at him. Feeling my gaze he turns to me and says, “Bug we should go to bed” which is a statement everyone in the room is used to due to Luke and I having frequent sleepovers. Following his long strides up the stairs I start to feel unsure about what's going to happen when Luke closes the door. I’m standing in the center of his room when he starts rummaging through his closet before handing me one of his Michigan t-shirts and turning to close the door. When the door finally shuts I’m still standing there, shirt limp in my hands. “Why are you just standing there?” Luke exclaims, I don’t know if I should stay with him or if I should walk away. Finally finding my voice I tell him “Luke I think I’m going to go home,” gently setting the shirt on the bed and starting to walk past him when he suddenly reaches out and grabs my arm. The hold isn’t tight but it stops my movement turning my head up towards him, I find him staring down at me with an indescribable look on his face until he speaks and everything becomes clear. “Don't bug, please, stay with me” my head feels at war, I know I shouldn’t stay with him especially if he’s dating Sofia, but those puppy dog eyes always win. Before I can stop myself I blurt out, “what about Sofia? How would your girlfriend feel if I slept in the same bed as you,” Luke scoffs rolling his eyes before countering back with “she’s not my girlfriend, unlike you I don’t keep my relationship status a secret from my best friend.” His words run deep. Suddenly the conflict turns to anger, ripping my arm from his grasp I raise my voice and say “what the hell are you talking about Luke” I don’t even blink before he responds with “Mark.” I can’t help but let out a cackle, “Mark, you think I’m with Mark??” He obviously finds my response annoying because his face starts to morph into anger, “he was all over outside of course I think you’re with Mark.” I start to laugh even harder, the laughter sounding manic, “Luke how could I be with Mark when I’m in love with you.” Suddenly everything stops and my face drops.

The room is completely silent. Luke and I standing still, staring at each other. There’s no way I just said that. My face goes beet red and, with Luke distracted I start to make my escape. I have the door open when a hand pops out of nowhere and shuts it closed again. I can feel his presence behind me but I refuse to turn around and face him. Luke takes care of that for me, grabbing me and physically turning me around himself, “bug I need you to open your eyes,” I shake my head no and Luke prods again, “baby please look at me.” I fold and slowly peel my eyes open, when I finally look at him all I can see on his face is adoration, “can you say that again for me.” I know he’s not mocking me so I say it again “Luke, I’m in love with you,” his face stretches in a wide grin “I love you too pretty girl.” Relief floods my body and I sag into him when he wraps his arms around me. “I’ve been waiting to say that to you since we were 16, can I kiss you please,” I don’t even hesitate before shooting my body upwards, grabbing his face and crashing our lips together. The kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, soft and sweet but fiery all at the same time. His hands wrap around my lower back lifting me to him so he can kiss me deeper. Poking his tongue into my mouth I let him take the lead as he walked us back to his bed and sat down on the edge with me on his lap. His lips start to trail down my neck sucking and kissing everywhere he can touch, he finds my sweet spot causing a breathy whimper to escape my lips. Yanking his face back to mine I give him one more long peck before pulling away and staring into his eyes. I grin down at him before tucking myself into his neck and snuggling close. He kisses the top of my head before saying, “Why didn’t we do that sooner?” I snort before responding, “I have no idea but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now.” Luke hums in agreement before standing up and heading into his bathroom with me trailing behind me. We get ready for bed in silence and Luke somehow manages to stay wrapped up in me while we do our nightly routines together.

Crawling into bed, Luke is quick to follow me, slipping into his side and pulling me to his chest. I snuggle into him as he drags his hand up and down my arm. Breathing deeply I let sleep overtake me while my thoughts are all about the man I’m in bed with. Next thing I know there’s bright light shining into my face, letting out a groan I slowly blink my eyes open and look around. When I look down I see an arm sprawled against my stomach and a hand resting over my boob. Smiling, I shake my head and quietly laugh at Lukes hold on me while I reach for my phone, my movement causing Luke to stir. “Mmmm go to sleep its early,” my sleepy boy grumbles before pulling me to him and sticking his face in my neck. I laugh louder now, amused by his antics before looking at the time, deciding it is in fact early I place a kiss on top of his curl before pulling the blanket closer to us. Luke clearly falls back asleep because I can feel his little puffs of air hit my neck making me squirm a little. Unable to close my eyes I find myself staring at my beautiful boy in complete disbelief that last night happened. Luke loves me, he loves the girl who cried when she fell in the mud in third grade, the girl who refused to wear skirts until the age of ten because she wanted to fit in with the boys, the girl who knew she loved him the minute he told her she was his good luck charm. Time goes by and I start to feel Luke kiss my neck before looking up at me and saying, “good morning baby,” in his sexy morning voice. My face starts to flush but I say good morning back before getting up to go make coffee. Luke whines but lets me walk out the door and down the stairs, where I find no one else awake. As I’m standing in the kitchen waiting for my coffee to brew I feel two strong arms entwine around my body and feel a curly mop brush against my cheek. Leaning back into him he starts to sway us as his grip tightens. Turning around I circle my arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him, Luke instantly reciprocates and deepens the kiss but the moment is ruined when a loud gasp rings off the kitchen walls.

Luke and I turn to face the door and see Mark standing there with a shit eating grin on his face. He looks like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning. With that excited gleam in his eyes he yells, “GUYS GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE NOW,” loud footsteps race down the stairs and into the kitchen, Luke still holding me to him when three other people join us in the kitchen. Ethan smirks and Dylan exclaims, “mom and dad!!” Mackie just rubs the sleep out of his eyes and smiles at us before heading back to his room. Mark is still grinning when he says, “I told you so.” Of course the cocky fucker has to rub this in my face. Rolling my eyes I go to respond but Luke beats me to it, “leave my girlfriend alone Estapa, it’s early save the teasing for later.” I can't help but pull back in surprise because Luke just referred to me as his girlfriend. “Girlfriend, huh?” Luke turns bright red before stuttering out, “well.. I uh I mean if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, it’s totally cool." I can’t help but pull him down for another kiss before whispering against his lips, “of course I’ll be your girlfriend you dork.” Luke smiles into my lips before kissing me again. Only stopping when Duker starts slow clapping which leads the rest of his roommates to follow along. “Look at you Hughesy, you got the girl,” Looking away from me he smiles and says, “ya I did, I got the girl.”

Staring up at my childhood best friend I realized two things. One, I could never imagine my life without him in it. Two, I was hopelessly in love with him and he felt the same way.

hope you enjoyed, this was my first fic so please be kind. feedback is always welcome :)

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #nj devils #umich hockey #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes fanfic

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oopwoop · 9 months

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Their Reaction To You Getting/Saying You Want A Piercing

pairings: e!42! & e!1610 Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, Peter B. Parker (platonic)

warning(s): swearing, unedited!

im back on my grind 💪 (sorry for not posting recently, had no motivation)

e!1610! Miles Morales

stared in surprise for a bit until he heard you call out his name. He didn’t mean to zone out and stare, or make you insecure, he was just surprised when he saw you got a piercing. you didn’t say anything about getting one or anything. he thinks you look amazing though! (he always will no matter what)

asks if he can touch it unless it’s a tongue piercing, if it’s too sensitive or sore. he understands. shouldn’t mess with it too much otherwise it won’t heal as well.

reminds you everyday to clean it with saline water. twice a day! or however much/long the piercer said.

tells you that you should get a black and red one depending on the type it is.

“woahhh..” Miles gasped quietly as he stared in awe for the next few moments, snapping it out of it when he heard his name. he felt bad when he noticed the nervous look on your face.

“is it bad? do you you not like it?” you asked sadly, upset that he may not like it. sure, you got the piercing because you wanted it but it’d still be nice to know that Miles thought it looked well.

he gave you a shocked look, shaking his head. he grabbed your hand comfortingly and kissing your cheek, careful not to touch your piercing depending on where it is.

“no, no! it looks wonderful. you look wonderful! suits you very well.” he whispered lovingly and kissing your cheek again. it’s good to know he liked it. he really does think you look amazing.

e!42! Miles Morales

did a double take. not out of disgust but more so out of surprise. usually when you get something done or are going out he gives you money, even though he knows you are fully capable he enjoys spoiling you. so it was a surprise when you came over with a brand new piercing that he didn’t know about or pay for.

tells you look good and just goes about what he was doing. doesn’t make a huge deal of it. though, a few minutes later he does ask why you didn’t say anything about it.

also reminds you to clean it, or at least s asks if you did everyday until it’s healed.

will buy you all the jewelry you want for it. will even buy a few he thinks matches his vibe, hoping you wear them. if not he’s not butt hurt or anything, though.

“looks good.” he hums out nonchalantly before returning to what he was doing beforehand. you respond with your thanks. the next few minutes are spent in a comfortable silence, the two of you enjoying each others company until Miles breaks it.

“so, why didn’ you say anythin’? i’d give you the money for it.” he questions, raising a brow as he turns to you. usually you tell him about stuff like this and he gives you money for it.

“mmm, just felt like it, y’know? wanted to treat myself for once. not that i don’t love you spoiling me but it feels nice once and a while to gift myself something.” you explain to him as he nods in understanding.

“yeah i get it.. next time ‘m payin’ though, got it?” he states firmly. you know he’s gonna find a way to pay for your next one for sure.

Pavitr Prabhakar

beyond excited when he noticed it. gasped super loudly when he saw it and rushed over to you. just like the other two, he had no idea of this happening. he also asks you a thousand questions about it.

showered you in compliments on how good you look, how it fits you perfectly, all of it. also showers you in soft kiss around your face, being really careful not to mess with the piercing as he’s worried to hurt you on accident.

he also reminds you to wash it everyday. setting reminders on his phone to text or call you. or if y’all are together he’ll help wash it if he can, being as gentle as possible. he has a bottle of saline spray at his house for whenever you’re over and need to clean it.

sends you pictures of jewelry he sees when he’s out and about, asking if you’d like it. if so he will definitely buy it for you. does not care about the price. if he doesn’t have enough now he’ll save up for it. (jewelry is expensive 😃)

“woah! you look so good! when did you get it? did it hurt?” Pavitr said happily and he rushed over to you, grabbing your cheeks softly to examine the piercing closer.

you chuckle at his antics, grabbing his wrists so you could pull his hands away to be able to speak properly. “slow your roll, Pav. i got it today and it hurt as much as i thought it would.”

“absolutely gorgeous. i knew you’d rock it, even though you never told me. why didn’t you tell me?” he continues to chatter fast, it was hard to keep up with him. he was just excited for you though. he knew you’d only get a piercing if you really wanted it.

“wanted to surprise you.” you smiled at him as he started to peck your face with a bunch of soft kisses. you didn’t think he’d be this excited over a piercing.

Gwen Stacy

was surprised when you said you wanted a piercing but was excited for you. she helps set up the appointment and everything, goes with you for comfort if needed, let’s you squeeze her hand as well.

if you let her, she’d pick out the one you get. she wouldn’t suggest one that hurts really bad though, depending on your pain tolerance.

definitely picks out the jewelry for it if you let her. it’d be a soft pink or blue fs.

so, she has her brow pierced so i feel like maybe she might get more piercings. maybe like her septum or a normal nose piercing, yeah? if it’s around the same time you got your piercing she’d set an alarm for the both of you and if you’re together at the time you’d clean it together or she’d ft you and y’all would do it on call

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you decided to answer the call and when you did all you saw was her eyes and up until a few moments later. Her face popped into the screen, a huge smile as she noticed you answered.

“i’m assuming you already know what time it is, yeah?” she shook the can of saline in a jazz-hands gesture, chuckling as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“yeah, yeah.. just let me get to my bathroom.. you always call me when i’m in bed and comfy” you sigh, your tone whiney and exaggerated.

“oh boo-hoo.. you’ll be okay. now get your butt up and go clean your piercing. don’t want an infection, do you?” gwen raised a brow at you. her expression felt similar to a judge-y mothers.

Hobie Brown

when you said you wanted a piercing he was more than willing to do it himself, free of charge. all of his have either been done my someone he’s friends with (for free) or himself. he’s got all the supplies needed and knows how to do most piercings. you wouldn’t be the first person he’s given them to.

if you do let him do it, it’ll be the same as if you were to have gone to a trained professional. just more.. homey? sure it’s a little more risky, but think about it, it’s free of charge (it’s expensive, my septum was $100), plus it’s with someone you know and should by now trust

if you go to a professional he doesn’t really care. it’s your money you’re spending.

totally steals jewelry for you if you wanna change it out once it’s healed. helps you clean it, as well. he knows the perfect way to clean it well so it doesn’t get infected.

“d’ya want me t’ do it? cuz i can, free of charge too, luv.” hobie suggested when you said you wanted a piercing. you weren’t sure if you should take up his offer. he could tell you were hesitant about it so he continued on.

“i’ve done a good few piercings b’fore. some of my own, actually. y’ can trus’ me, promise.” that helped you feel a little better. his looked so good so that must mean he’d be able to do yours even better. especially because doing a piercing on another seems easier than doing one on yourself.

“yeah.. okay sure, i’ll let you do it. but if you fuck it up I won’t be happy..” you glared at him, letting him lead you to the living room of your place to sit and get ready.

“y’won’ hafta worry ‘bout bein’ angry, luv cuz i won’ fuck it up.” he chuckled deeply as he got the needed supplies ready and kissed your forehead.

Peter B. Parker (my first time writing him so sorry if it sucks 🫢)

was probably the most surprised of all. he doesn’t care that you got one, not at all, he’s just surprised you didn’t say anything. your like a kid to him, you tell each other almost everything.

definitely pats you on the shoulder or back and tells you that it looks good and suits you well.

randomly gifts you new jewelry for it. it’s usually stuff he thinks fits you well or one he knows you’ve been looking at. how does he get the money for it? begs MJ until she says yes. though she says yes really quickly because she loves you like a kid as well.

i feel like he can be really forgetful with some things so he’s not as consistent as the others to remind you to clean it. it’ll be more here and there that he reminds you

“when did that happen..?” he says slowly, mouth agape in surprise. “you never told me about that. we tell each every.” peter mutters with a pout, sad you didn’t tell him about this.

“oh this?” you say, pointing to the piercing, “just got it a bit ago. wanted it to be a surprise. does it look good..?”

he just chuckled and walked up to you, patting you on the back firmly. what is with dads and their firm pats? “looks great, kid. suits you very well. you think i’d rock one? i should totally get one, yeah?”

“uhm, yeah, if you want mj to leave you then you should, old man..” you joke with him and return you get a gasp from him.

“i’m not old! and she wouldn’t leave me. i’d look amazing, even better than you!”

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #fanfic #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #platonic x reader

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frozenmoonshine · 4 months

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Headcanon - Hanma Shuuji as your boyfriend

Ok, I hate myself for writing this, 'cause I hate this bitch just as much as Pissaki, but I've been fighting my intrusive fluffy thoughts about him and they won, sooo here they are:

Beware of insinuated hetero relationship, f!reader, and common terms of endearment.

He's a flirt, definitely. He knows he gets lots of attention from the fairer sex simply for being tall and good looking, but he also loves the fact that he's a smooth talker and can get pretty much any girl to fall for him. And he's not better than doing just that, simply because he needs some amusement in his life. Talk about being a piece of shit, going around breaking hearts for fun.

‌However, if he genuinely falls for someone, he basically does a 180⁰ turn and is the most loyal lover you could get! He will, most definitely and undeniably, try to make his SO jealous by casually flirting left and right, just because he can, and he enjoys seeing your frustrated, annoyed, jealous face. However, if you get jealous or hurt for real, he will genuinely freak out, and will try his best to reassure you that he loves you and that he was just messing with you. You are the only one for him, after all, his safe haven and his light! If he realizes that he stepped overboard with his "jokes", he will change his behaviour immediately. Idk why, but he just gives me the vibe of someone who perfectly understands boundaries, and he will choose to honor his commitments.

‌He himself is not jealous at all, and no matter what you may do, he wouldn't get jealous. The bastard is just so cocky and aware of his desirability (even tho he overestimates himself quite a lot), it's unnerving! But unless he straight up catches you "red handed" with another guy, he won't be jealous in the slightest. And if that happens, if you do cheat on him, then he might just beat your side piece to a pulp, and walk out on you like you never even existed. He will be heartbroken about it for a long time, tho.

‌Don't do him dirty, even as annoying and flawed as he is, he is still worth it! He can be super loving and affectionate in private, and he will be your no. 1 cheerleader, in whatever you're aspiring to achieve. Tell him all about your adventures tho, he loves a good story!

‌He gets too easily bored, so he would fall head over heels for someone who can engage him in deep and interesting conversations, and be a bit of a tease as well, just enough to always keep him on the edge of his seat, but not to overdo it. After all, he is the tease one in the relationship, and he doesn't like the idea of giving up that title.

‌Speaking of him being a tease... yes, he's absolutely insufferable! In every sense. (Yes, that too!)

‌Dates with him are always so random and spontaneous, like, he'd take you on a bike ride to the beach at 3 AM, and you'd make sand castles in the dead of the night, just because. It's totally not because he's secretly a hopeless romantic and wanted to watch the sunrise with you, btw. Or he might get you out of your school/work just to take you to the rooftop of the highest building in his neighborhood, where you guys can throw water baloons on the passers-by down there, and photograph their reactions. Or you two would be in a middle of a rollercoaster ride and he'd scream into your ear: "Babe, let's go have a picnic in the woods, this ride is boring!" The worst best part - his idea of a "picnic" is pranking hikers by making weird noises. At least one thing is for sure with him - there is never a single dull moment!

‌But even as the chaos elemental that he is, he is actually looking for (inner) peace. He would want to feel safe and taken care of in a relationship, and I can picture him falling for his childhood friend. If not that, then he'd definitely go for the cozy, domestic, girl-next-door type. Despite what he shows to the outer world, he just craves familiarity and warmth.

‌His friend-turned-girlfriend definitely calls him Shuu-chan. He pretends it annoys him, but there's nothing he loves hearing more. And I will die on that hill if need be!

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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KIDS — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.” & “That was kind of hot.” & “How is my wife more badass than me?” with Jack.

warnings: toxic mother (readers mom), profanity

as a mom, one of my biggest pet peeves is when someone else tries to parent my children. it happens most often with my own mother. she and i never had a great relationship, and i thought it may get better now that i have my own kids, but i was wrong, it’s only gotten worse.

she makes passive aggressive comments about Jack and i’s parenting choices, tries to undermine my decisions, and has even completely disregarded my words completely. but the real cherry on top is what’s happening right now.

Jack just got back from a roadie, and he was spending time with the kids when my mom showed up at our house. when i asked her what she was doing here, she said that she ‘thought i might need some help with the kids while Jack slept’. which rubbed me the wrong way because first of all, she knows he always sleeps on the plane so that he can play with Eli and Luella when he gets home; and second of all, she acts as if i don’t take care of my children all on my own the entire time he’s traveling.

“mom, what the hell?” i stage whisper, standing across from her in the kitchen. i glance out the kitchen doorway towards the living room, where Jack lays on the floor on his stomach, between our four year old and two year old, coloring with them. “you know full well that we’re perfectly fine.”

“well, i just wasn’t sure. you know, he spends so little time with them already, and he just got back from a long trip, i figured he would be tired. so i came over to take care of them so he could sleep.” she feigns innocence, raising her hands up in mock surrender.

“do you realize how bad he already feels about being away from them? he does the best that he can in order to spend as much time with them as possible, and you coming here, just assuming that he’d be giving up any time he has with them, is rude and disrespectful.” i tell her.

“well now that i’m here, i’d like to spend some time with my grandchildren.” she says.

“fine. whatever.” i storm out of the kitchen, and Jack’s head pops up when i walk back into the living room. his eyebrows raise at the sight of my irritated expression and i shake my head to tell him that i don’t wanna talk about it. his attention is pulled away when Eli calls for him, telling him to look at his drawing, and Jack praises our son’s art skills.

my mother follows me into the living room, and Luella stands to come show me her picture.

“look! mommy!” i crouch down, looking at her page of multicolored scribbles.

“it’s amazing, Lu! you did such a good job!” i tell her, my smile wide as i clap for her. she giggles and turns to show her grandmother the drawing, but my mom pays no attention to the art.

“oh, Luella.” my mother scolds. “look at your pretty dress, it’s all covered in popsicle. you have got to be more careful. and you shouldn’t have been eating a popsicle this early in the day.”

i roll my eyes. she can’t even help criticizing a two year old.

“she wanted one after lunch, and she did a good job with her food, so we gave her one, mom.” i tell her, my tone hostile.

“you need to stop giving them so much sugar.” she replies. “no wonder they have trouble listening. all that sugar and barely any adult supervision”

“they’re not your kids, back the fuck off.” i say lowly through a passive aggressive smile. “they have trouble listening sometimes because they’re children. and they have plenty of adult supervision.”

“i’m just trying to help you, y/n. lord knows you could use it.” she huffs. my eyes go wide as i look at Jack to see if he heard that, and i know he did because the muscle in his jaw ticks from clenching it. but i know he won’t say anything because he doesn’t want to offend his mother-in-law.

“Jack.” my words are sweet, but venom drips from my voice, and i square my shoulders to prepare for an argument. “can you please take Luella to get changed? and take Eli with you.”

my husband jumps up at my words, corralling our kids into Lu’s room.

“what the fuck is your problem?” my tone is harsh as i attempt to keep my voice down. “those are my children. if i needed your help, i would ask for it. i’m sick and tired of you coming over here and making comments about our parenting or judging my husband for how he takes care of our family. Jack loves his job. he loves hockey. and yes, he has to leave sometimes, for a week at most, but he is the best father to our children.”

“y/n-” she starts.

“no! i’m not done. if you want to continue to be a part of their lives, you’re going to stop with the passive aggressive comments. you’re going to quit undermining our authority. and for the love of god, you are going to stop criticizing my children! you already fucked up my childhood and i will not let you ruin theirs.” i’m nearly yelling at this point, my anger reaching new levels. “do i make myself clear?”

my mother huffs, eyeing me up and down before nodding.

“good. now i’d like for you to leave. i would like to spend time with my children, whom i love very much, and their amazing and selfless father.” i tell her. my mom spins around, stalking towards the front door and i don’t move until i hear the door shut. it’s then that i finally let my shoulders slump, heaving out a deep sigh.

Jack steps out of the kids room, the children trailing after him as he makes his way over to me. his hands grip my waist as he pulls me against him, a smirk gracing his lips.

“that was kind of hot. like, seriously, how is my wife more badass than me?” he leans down, pulling me in for a kiss. his lips are soft and taste like the grape popsicle he shared with Luella earlier. “you did great, baby.”

“you think so? i wasn’t too harsh?” i ask, tears stinging my eyes.

“no. you said what needed to be said. i’m so proud of you for standing up to her.” he mutters against my lips.

“thank you, babe.”

#faithlynn’s 500 celly!#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl blurb #faithlynn’s writings <3

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

week 3 - day 10 - kinktober - somnophilia - best friend's brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

warning - somnophilia

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren't mine

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

I huff as I walk through the front door, just wanting to strip down and shower. I let out a grunt of annoyance when I hear giggles and yelps from the kitchen, deciding to head there first to scream at whoever is making the noise to shut up. The moment I step into the room, my eyes grow wide, and my pants tighten.

“Curtis! You remember Y/n, right?” The sound of his sister's voice is zoned out as his eyes are glued onto the small figure, and his eyes drift down and take in the way her pink dress hugs her figure perfectly, and how there’s flour on her rosy red cheeks, he lets out a grunt before turning and quickly heading to his room.

Not seeing how disappointed you were, the way your eyes dropped, full of tears as your plump lip quivered. His sister shrugs, muttering how he must be in a bad mood before continuing with the baked goods sitting on the kitchen counter. You slowly start to help, your mood slightly drained, wishing the crush you had on your best friend's brother would go away by now.

The moment Curtis entered his room, his clothes came off, and his hand wrapped around his throbbing member. Furiously stroking it as his head tips back, eyes closed, and he pictures what you’d look like on your knees for him. He wasn’t expecting you to look so grown, how your breasts bounced as you giggled and how he wished he could take that plump bottom lip of yours and suck on it.

Pants and groans leave his mouth, his hand moving faster and harder against his cock, the tip angry and leaking. His other hand goes down to his balls and gives them a tug and a squeeze before his cock erupts, and his cum shoots out of him, covering his dirty clothes and some of his floor. Curtis pants, desperately trying to catch his breath before heading into his bathroom and washing the day away.

He spent most of his time in his room, feeling as though he’d pounce on you if he saw you again. When night came, and dinner was ready, he heard a soft knock on his wooden door. He grunts as he gets up, ready to bite the head off of whoever decides to disturb him. He swings his door open, prepared to yell, and stops short. His skin turns a pale white. He can feel himself start to sweat as he hardens in his boxers. The sight before him was both a blessing and a curse.

Standing there was you, wearing a cute short sheer light pink nightie that hugs your figure nicely, and what gets to him the most is the little rose bow between your breasts. Deciding he’s been standing there for too long in complete silence, he grunts again, not realising the effect on the woman standing before him when he does.

“What?” His piercing blue eyes stare her down, watching as she squirms. Her big doe-like eyes stare up at him, nervously chewing on her lip. Y/n gestures with her hands.

“Dinners ready, and S/n told me to come to get you.” Curtis’s eyes fall and focus on how her breasts bounce as her hands wave around. He blinks several times when he notices she’s waiting for him to answer. He nods, gestures for her to go ahead as he walks out of his room and follows behind her. His bottom lip is between his teeth as he watches her ass jiggle as she walks, trying to stop his cock from growing hard because he wouldn’t be able to hide it with what little clothes he’s wearing.

Curtis watches Y/n turn slightly to look at him, giving him a shy smile before quickly scurrying away to where dinner is being held. Curtis wasn’t happy. Throughout dinner, his sister wouldn’t shut up, mainly when she talked about finding someone for Y/n to hook up with and when Curtis found out that she’s never been with a man before. He wanted to throw her onto that table and have her for dinner. When dinner finally ended, Curtis abruptly got up and left, needing to get out of the room fast before he did something he wasn’t supposed to.

The rest of the night, while you and his sister went to her room to watch those stupid romcoms, Curtis stroked himself until his cock became sensitive. He sits up, groaning as his cock is still hard and his body is covered in sweat. No woman has ever made him feel like this, especially when they’re not in the same room.

He gets up and heads out of his room, heading towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. Curtis reaches up and grabs a mug before filling it with water and gulping the liquid down. Curtis stares at the cup for a few seconds, “fuck it,” he places the cup into the sink before stalking quietly to his sister’s room. Curtis stops at her door, noticing that it’s slightly open, and he peeks inside, seeing that the both of you are fast asleep.

Curtis smirks, knowing his sister is an extremely deep sleeper. I mean, she should be with the number of sleeping pills he put in both of your drinks. Enough to possibly knock out an elephant, his eyes focus on your small form. The nightie that has become his favourite has now lifted, showing off the cute pair of pink silk knickers. The outline of her pussy lips can be seen from where he is standing, causing a groan to leave him.

Stepping into the room, he moves closer to the bed, where you lie flat on your back. Legs spread as if you were expecting him, his hand strokes your thigh, watching your face to see if you’d wake. When you don’t make a sign that you’ll wake anytime soon, Curtis moves his hand up and to your clothed core, his fingers skimming over the smooth fabric before making a connection with your swollen button.

He rubs small circles against your button, and your soft moans fill the air as you wiggle in your sleep. Curtis crawls onto the bed, his cock rock hard with the thought of his fantasy finally coming true. His hand continues to rub your little cunt, feeling your knickers begin to soak through before he slowly pulls them down and off your body.

His mouth drops open as he looks at your glistening cunt, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. Curtis slowly moves closer, just needing a small taste, only a tiny one. His chest connects with the bed, holding himself up by his elbows as his hands grab hold of your ass and pulls you closer to his mouth. A moan falls from his lips when his lips touch yours, the smell and taste of your soft cunt enter his mind, and he slowly becomes feral. His tongue sweeps inside your cunt, scooping up as much of you as he can before his mouth moves up to your little button. His tongue swirls around it before his lips wrap around it and suck, his tongue flicking it as your sleeping body thrashes, tiny hands trying to find something to grab onto.

As you cum, Curtis moves back down to your hole, licking and slurping up as much as he can before he stops and gets on his knees, pushing his boxers down and revealing his thick and bulging member. Underneath sit a heavy set of balls, ready to be emptied. Grabbing hold of the base, Curtis lines the tip with your sopping wet entrance before slowly pushing in, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as the feel of your tight cunt hugs him. Your walls pulsate around his heavy member. The resistance gets to him, making him feel feral as he pushes deeper inside.

Once Curtis bottoms out, a moan slips from his lips, his head dropping as he takes a moment to appreciate the feel of you wrapped around him. His dark blue eyes stare down at your sleeping form, slowly pulling out before he thrusts back in, his hands resting on either side of your hips as he thrusts into your tight little cunt. His pace starts picking up as groans of pleasure slip from his lips, never wanting this to end. The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot causing sleepy whimpers to leave you.

Curtis wraps his arms around your thighs and lifts your hips in the air as your upper half still lays on the bed. Snapping his hips harder and faster inside you, causing the bed to shake as Curtis desperately wants to cum, fill you up and breed you. Have you fall pregnant and not know who or how, he’s heard you talk about being filled, fucked in your sleep by this mystery man that you have a crush on. Curtis has always been jealous of him, not knowing it was him that you were talking about. When he heard you tell his sister you popped your cherry with a toy, he had to quickly rush to his room and tug on his cock until his balls were wholly emptied. Curtis wants you full with his children. The thought of you walking around with a baby bump caused by him makes his cock throb, twitching wildly and balls tightening as he cums. White coats your walls, his cock buried deep inside you, and he feels you jerk and cum around him, pulsating around him, milking him dry of all inside him.

He slowly pulls out, looking down and scooping up the cum that leaks out before bringing it up to your mouth and pushing his fingers inside, groaning as he feels you suck on them. Curtis grabs the cute pair of knickers you had on and balls them into his hand, slowly crawling off the bed and bending down, placing a soft kiss on your lips before walking out of the room and to his. He heads to a set of drawers and opens them, adding to the collection of the other pairs he’s stolen from you.

A dark smile forms on his face as he heads over to his bed and lies down, sighing in contempt. One day you will be his and his only, a gold band on your ring finger and a litter of kids running around.

You will hold his last name, whether you know it or not.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated

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cozymoko · 1 year

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Tw EATING DISORDER

what would the sakamakis+tsukanamis do when they realize their s/o is developing an eating disorder?

S/O WITH EATING DISORDER — SAKAMAKI

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Pairing: Sakamaki Brothers x gn! reader

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): eating disorder, force feeding, insensitive comments

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SHU SAKAMAKI

Though not the most well-informed, he's far from being an idiot. He was already suspicious when you either faked eating during dinner or attempted to force the food down your throat. It was painfully evident. And when he found you bent over a toilet, retching out the remains, that was all the proof he needed.

Shu can't force you to do anything and he's aware of that, but he will still encourage you to do so. Frankly, he'd rather not have you starve to death due to your own stubbornness. Shu will follow you to hell and then bring you right back. He'll even try to play therapist and listen to what kick-started your god-awful eating habits.

“Haah, what a piece of work. You must really want to give me a heart attack, hm? Learn to rely on me, don't make me worry so much next time.”

REIJI SAKAMAKI

Out of all his brothers, Reiji will be the most understanding. Most of the Sakamaki has very limited knowledge involving the human body but he does not. After plunging his head in many books on the matter, that much should be clear. Thus it's likely you won't have too much trouble confining in him because of that.

There's no need for you to go hungry in any way while living in the manor. Despite how annoyed he may come off, Reiji is willing to go through all the potential solutions to lessen this burden on you. However, he does still remain the same in some aspects, threatening to punish you if you don't put forth some effort to eat.

“I've noticed your eating habits have become rather strange. Very well, I will create a new diet for you to regain your strength. It would be best that you follow it.”

AYATO SAKAMAKI

Unfortunately, he's pretty insensitive to things like this. He has no knowledge of mental health (though having plenty of his own) so Ayato won't try to act as he does. He'll probably say something terribly ignorant or even try to shove food down your throat, then turn around and wonder why you're so pissed at him.

It will take someone to smack some sense into him so he understands the severity of it. Even then he lacks the sentiments to truly comprehend what you're going through. But realistically, he'll probably push it off onto Reiji in the end. Of course, he cares, but such a "detailed" condition isn't his forte.

“Geez, just how long were you planning on keeping this from me? You belong to 'yours truly', and it'd be such a pain if you get any weaker. So rely on me, got it!”

KANATO SAKAMAKI

This is the last person I'd want to be stuck with in a situation like this. He's an absolute idiot on things like this, hands down. (I hate Kanato) In his mind, dolls don't have to eat so you must be perfectly fine, right? Expect you aren't a doll, nor a vampire at that so, of course, you need to eat.

As the days go by you grow noticbly weaker with no desire to do anything but wallow in your despair. Only then did he begin to take things seriously. The triplet has the most insufficient approach ever, it's not even comforting. Kanato will attempt to feed you and then get mad when you reject it. Despite his apparent concern, I highly doubt it'd make up for his thoughtlessness.

“You've grown so weak...Uu...why won't you talk to me? Uu...Don't you care for my feelings? I won't allow you to die on me; you can't leave me! I'll make sure of it!”

LAITO SAKAMAKI

He knows what an eating disorder is as Laito's been with his fair share of women. But that doesn't mean he's educated on the matter. Laito notices your standoffish demeanor right away, carefully eyeing you as he immediately puts two and two together. Yet, he won't act on it until he can find the root of your eating disorder. After all, we must start from the source~!

It'd be a shame if his favorite toy grew terribly ill so he offers to help you. Spending several hours arranging a new diet for you, feeding you small portions, and certainly boosting your confidence in the late hours of the night. Though he doesn't show it, Laito truly cares for your well-being and will do just about anything to ensure your recovery.

“You've been looking at your reflection for quite some time, little bitch. Have I not been tending to you enough~? Fufu, that won't do! Shall I fix that for you~?”

SUBARU SAKAMAKI

Once he found out about your eating disorder, Subaru loses it. His anger is in some way directed at you for not telling him; but also at himself for being so clueless about it. As you'd expect, his first course of action is intimidating you into eating, but a quiet whimper will stop him dead in his tracks. This calls for a different approach.

Subaru looks to Reiji for guidance, which comes as no shock. The vampire is in no place to be taking care of a human in any mental aspect, regardless of them being his lover. Even with this newfound information, it will do very little to decrease his snappiness towards you. But he's just worried and sure as hell doesn't wanna lose you!

“Don't push yourself too much, alright? Tch, 'worried?', it's not like that so shut up, damnit! I just...don't want you to leave me in the dark anymore...”

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thestoryden · 2 years

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The Next Morning

Aemond Targaryen x Betrothed!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 517

A/N: I am hope you find this snippet enjoyable. I picture Aemond as being very close with the ones he loves, but still very structured to his own rules. This is the sequel to Sleepily in Love, they can be read independently of each other. This is probably the last thing I will get out before the next episode, so hopefully it tides you over. Thank you for reading. ❤

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The light is barely touching the skies when you stir again. You groan. Aemond shifts in his sleep and you flop on to your back and try and get comfortable. You shift to your side and then on to your stomach. The bed frame creeks as you roll around. You find yourself on your back again for an angry huff. Aemond then sits up from the floor.

“Aemond!” Your words slur together in a way you weren’t expecting. Sleep slit haunts your body and limbs.

“Can you not sleep, dear one?” He whispers.

“No,” You say with a frown, “Maybe you can come soothe me back to sleep?”

You pat the bed next to you. He shakes his head lightly and you give him the most desperate look you can muster.

“But I’ll die without snuggles.” You whine.

“You can’t,” He snorts with laughter, “Fine, tell me what you desire the most in the world for breakfast, and I will get it for you. If, you forgive me for not laying with you.”

You want to pick something difficult to get, but you also want to be honest with him.

“Lemons?” You ask.

“Like whole ones?” He asks.

“No, like something with them in it.” You reply.

“Okay, well why don’t you sleep till then.” He pushes.

“I don’t want to though,” You say with a whine, “I want to stay up with you.”

“You can barely hold your eyes open.” He retorts.

You grumble as he gets up and tucks the blankets around your body. He fluffs the pillows and slips them behind your again. He then leans down and kisses your forehead lightly. You try to protest and goad him into just resting with you for a while, but your body is heavy with tiredness. You peacefully drift off.

When you wake the second time you turn over to see Aemond absent from his pallet. You frown and wonder where he could have gone. When suddenly you here the door open.

“I brought you something.” Aemond whispers as he closes the door shut behind him.

“Ooo, what is it?” You squeal with excitement.

“Lemon cakes.” Aemond says.

He turns into the cove his bed is nestled in and sets a covered plate down on the mattress. You lift the lid and reveal the sweetness underneath. The are bright yellow and are dusted with fine powdered sugar.

You feel like you may burst with excitement, “For breakfast?”

“Of course,” Aemond says with a smile, “It is just what you asked for, my beloved.

You blush and pick one up taking a small bite that fluffs sugar in every direction. You feel like your mouth is going to explode they are perfectly sweet and sour.

He licks the edge of his thumb, “Hold still you have something on your nose.”

He wipes sugar off of it.

“How did you get these without someone bringing them up?” You question.

“I walked down to the kitchen myself.” He says.

You lean towards him and put your free hand on him face, “I love you.”

“As do I” He whispers

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 10 months

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Twisted Monsterland: Messy Toddlers

Little kids can always cause a mess, whether it’s with paint, markers, food, or dirt and mud. It’s a fact of life, and while a hassle to clean up, it can be fun!

So what happens when you have a tiny human living amongst the monsters in Twisted Wonderland who tends to get messy? How about we take a look at some of the dorms and see!

//At Savanaclaw//

Mini!Yuu: *playing in a mud puddle, singing random things as they smoosh and stir the mud with their hands*

Grim: “What’cha doin’, Yuu?”

Mini!Yuu: “Makin’ mud pies for everyone!” *pulls out clumps of grass before sprinkling it over the mud pile* “Time to add the sprinkles~!”

Grim: “What a waste of perfectly good grass…”

Ruggie: *walking up to the two* “There you are, Bugaboo. What’cha playing with this time?”

Mini!Yuu: “I made a mud pie!” *scoops up the pile, globs falling onto their clothing as they hold it up to him* “Try some!”

Ruggie: “Oooh, looks pretty tasty.” *pretends to get a piece and chews, grinning as he gives a thumbs up*”"Mmm…perfect blend of flavors, though you might wanna ease up on the seasoning. Shishishishi~!”

Mini!Yuu: “Hooray!”

Ruggie: “Wouldja look at the time? It’s almost time for you to head back to the teachers, and you’re a mess.” *hoists them into his arms* “Come on, it’s bath time.”

//At Diasomnia//

Mini!Yuu: *playing with finger paints on a canvas*

Lilia: “I’ll be right back, little one. Silver? Would you keep an eye on the little one while I’m gone?”

Silver: “Of course, father.”

*ten minutes later*

Lilia: “I’m back.” *pauses before snorting, smiling at the sight of Silver asleep on the couch with paint on his face and tusks* “My, my. Had I known you needed a bigger canvas, I could have gotten a white tarp for the floor.” *glances over at Malleus before bursting out laughing* “Oh! It looks like you two are having fun.”

Malleus: *sitting nearby with mini!Yuu standing on his lap, painting his horns with bright colorful flowers* “The Child of Man wished to do face painting.”

Mini!Yuu: *has paint on their face that looks like scales and sticky fake stones on their forehead like Malleus’* “I’m making Mr. Horns feel pretty!”

Lilia: “So you are, little one. And what are you supposed to be?”

Mini!Yuu: “Silver made me look like a dragon, just like Mr. Horns! Rawr!”

Lilia: “And a mighty little dragon you are~!”

//At Pomefiore//

Mini!Yuu: *scribbling on a wall in the hallway with a pen they found, singing a happy song as they’re drawing swirls*

Epel: *comes across Yuu and yelps* “Yuu, no! What are you doing?!”

Mini!Yuu: *startled* “Drawing?”

Epel: “Oh no…oh no, Vil is going to throw a fit if he sees this!”

Vil: “If I see…what?”

Epel: “Ack!?”

Rook: “Ooh, it looks like mon chou is showing their creative spirit!”

Mini!Yuu: *nervously looks between the wall and Vil’s stern stare* “Am…I in trouble?”

Vil: *hums for a moment before kneeling down, pulling out his own pen* “Your form is good, though perhaps we can add a little something to this one.”

Mini!Yuu: “What?”

Vil: “I’m thinking…leaves would be a good start.” *begins drawing, creating beautiful shapes following the swirl that get bigger and bigger* “What else should we add to it?”

Mini!Yuu: “Mmm…flowers!”

Vil: “Very well. Will you help me draw them?”

Epel: *staring wide eyed between them and Rook as the two continue drawing, leaning in to whisper to Rook* “Am…am I dreaming? Vil would have gone bonkers if any of us ruined the walls!”

Rook: “Ah, but why stifle the creativity of our little mon chu when they are clearly expressing their individuality? Even Roi du Poison sees the beauty in this.” *goes to kneel next to them, pulling out his own pen* “May I join in?”

Epel: “…huh.”

(Later, the art is still on the wall, a mix of child-like drawings mixed with elegant and fun pictures depicting rabbits, apples, and a peacock)

//At Heartslabyul//

Mini!Yuu: *sitting on a stool, watching Trey mixing dough into balls for bread and trying to mimic him with their own ball of dough*

Trey: “Oh, I need to get the butter out of the fridge. Sit tight, okay?” *dusts hands off and goes over to the fridge*

Mini!Yuu: *hums as they look at the one they’re working on* “Mmm…needs more flour!” *reaches for the bag of flour, trying to lift it up*

POMF!!

Mini!Yuu: *coughs as they’re covered in flour, the bag on the ground and the counter coated in flour*

Trey: “Huh?? Pfft…I should have known something like this would happen.” *reaches out to pat away some of the dusty flour* “Guess when we’re finished baking, it’s bath time again.”

//----------//

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head, but these are just some cute things that came to mind~

The Pomefiore part was actually based on this one post I came across, though I could only find the pictures. While I had initially thought of it happening at Heartslabyul or even Scarabia…I just got soft thinking of Vil indulging mini!Yuu and helping to create good art QvQ/)

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justyouraverageficwriter · 1 year

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Watch Me, Want Me

Yeji x M reader

Genre: Smut, Handjob, Self-gratification

WC: 3111 Words

A/N: I thought this will be another BFH fic but the idea evolved it something different. This may be the end of my break too. Enjoy!

You feel it again,-the same way you felt it countless times before. The air conditioning is fully working, well maybe less effective as you left the door ajar; but still the cold air circulates just fine. But you feel hot, and something down there starts to give you discomfort. It’s becoming a routine now, call it a vice even as it starts to become addicting. It’s the wee hours and the place is silently still, except for the music occasionally playing out of your phone set two clicks up from being completely muted; and the ever loud ticking of the mechanical clock someone gifted to you for your birthday.

She’s just mesmerizing, the way she moves her body. The complete control, the sharp movements in contrast with the elegant rolls, her expression as she performs even in the smallest of stages. She's born to sing and dance, to perform, to entertain. She's an idol, an ace, and she absolutely makes sure your eyes won't leave her once you notice her; a task she does so easily and quite possibly really naturally.

You adjust yourself in a more comfortable position, an indication that you’re sucked into the content you are consuming. Is it the way she sways her hips? Is it the outfit she wears? Is it the belly button beautifully drawn in the middle of her perfectly toned midriff? Or is it the eyes? Yes, perhaps it’s her eyes - ever captivating, quite the charmer.

She is your favorite, and maybe always will be. She stood out to you the most, appealing to your highly set standards. Not that her four sister-members don’t meet the criteria, they all give Venus a run for her money themselves -yet it’s her that your eyes are glued into, it’s her that makes your mouth drool. You are hooked, like a fish at the end of the anglers line, hopeless despite the struggle (although it looks like you already gave up the fight before it even started.) And then you landed on it, on arguably your favorite photo of her - well it’s really hard to say for a fact that it is since you always said that to every single one saved on your phone’s gallery. But the world can forgive you, she is just irresistible.

“Ah fuck it! You are making me do this again, Yeji.” Words that mean you succumb again. The uncomfortable feeling is now getting really hard to ignore. You got it, an itch that needs more than just scratching; in fact it needs rubbing, or preferably stroking. There she is, looking straight at you on the other side of the screen, as if she’s begging you to do it, urging you to give in to the desire. All the while those eyes are silently judging, fixed on you until the oblivion, to the point that you could almost hear her call you pathetic for being so easy to seduce, for being such a softie, when in fact you are hard; literally hard for that sinful red top and that chain around her little waist.

Guess it's obvious now, the thing that you are currently doing. Self gratification, a fancy name for a sinful deed, maybe indulgence is a better word but you digress. There's a certain level of satisfaction when you freed your aching shaft from the confines of your underwear, and a moan to boot when you finally wrapped your hand around it. You know you're not the only one doing this, you're sure that someone somewhere on the planet is doing the same thing as you, at the same time as you, and probably on the same Yeji pictures and video clips you have. On that thought, you think that it's a race but the catch is the one who reaches the finish line last wins.

"Damn Yeji. You're so sexy, baby." You talk to her like she can hear you, and perhaps in your imagination she really can; even the sky is not the limit in the world that is on your head, especially if it’s filled with lust. “You know I would do things to that navel of yours.” The strokes start to become uneven, your breaths ragged and short, as if the air you release are immediately sucked back into your lungs. In your mind you are pleasing her, as much as she is pleasing you right now, or maybe even more. Legs spreading apart further and further as you slowly slip into the highs of fap (weirdly enough in the boner fueled mind of yours slip and high make so much sense). Eyes closed and mouth open to anticipate the resolution, the end, the climax.

“Hey, is that me?” An unexpected voice is heard, coming out of the left field. Yet it is familiar, and not to mention sexy as fuck. There is a hint of tease in her tone, her usual chaff and banter; she got all the reason to poke fun at you for she caught you red handed, with hands on your throbbing prick.

“What are you doing here?” Confused, and your eyes are still adjusting to the sudden flooding of light to your senses. You sound so confident, as if the whole scene is a normal thing. Although, you ponder that there’s nothing to be worried about, it’s not like you are jerking off to someone else.

“I’m your girlfriend, mister. I have every right to be at your apartment.” Yeji waltz inside your room like it’s hers, and maybe it is now given how familiar and at home she is navigating the space. She did not address the current state of affairs, aside from the question that she threw in your lap that is. Yeji peels off her shirt, and then her pants leaving her in her sports underwear. Of course it’s not new to you, you have spent so many sexy nights together. Although you’d be lying if you say that her body did not have any effect on you just because you have seen it countless times before, she can make you really naughty with just her photo; what more if you can see her in the flesh.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, babe.” She takes her place next to you, sliding in the bed naturally as you scoot over. Yeji lies on her side, purposely flexing her mouth watering body, all toned without any trace of fat; not that you will complain if there is, she'll be perfect just the same. She looks amused, although you are quite sure that she is, looking at you with her cat eyes. That's what everyone is calling it, but you beg to differ, you just want to call her Yeji's eyes for you haven’t seen anything the same, yeah it's boring and quite special at the same time.

She reaches out for your phone, in her quest to know the answer of her inquiry, she didn't even bother to wait for your reply. You can't blame her though, you have failed to answer the first time it was asked. The phone has been set to sleep now and was locked but that's really not a problem, what did you really expect, she's your girlfriend. Yeji's lips curl into a smile as your phone resumes to the things you are watching. She rolls her eyes and passes the phone back to your hands acting all unimpressed. "Oh would you look at that, resort to fapping because his girl has a concert, huh?"

"Do you prefer that I fap to someone else?" Your relationship is a constant battle of wits and control, both of you like to banter and tease each other out.

Yeji moves closer, until you can feel her breath on your ears. The hot air from her mouth in contrast to the cold air of the room gives you a tingling sensation across your whole body. For sure, she's doing it on purpose. "I don't think you want to, you're a little obsessed over me."

"Confident, are we?" You love the confidence in her voice, the fact notwithstanding is that she is wrong, that you also do it to the members of her senior group; but it's a secret you intend to keep for yourself, since you do it all in good fun.

Yeji suddenly nuzzles the side of your neck. "Mhmm, especially when I'm doing this." Her hands found her way to the base of your dick, still hard and growing harder. You bet it's smoldering to the touch, as the temperature rises again inside you. You let out a much louder moan than the one you had earlier; maybe because someone is doing it for you, and not just someone, it's the woman you’ve been lusting ever since you’ve laid eyes upon her. She’s a natural with her ways with you, gentle hands but firm grip, and the sultry voice, damn her sultry voice -you don’t know how many times you got a hard on because of it when you’re flirting right when you wake up next to her. Yeji pushes you to lean on your side, and she quickly presses her body on your back, hooking her chin on your exposed shoulder.

“It feels so good, babe.” Both of you have never been shy to let each other know what you feel, a little dirty talk gets off you and Yeji so much that it leads to the sexiest moments most of the time.

“I know! You are so hard.” She whispers in your ear seductively, all the while her tongue naughtily nibbles on your ear and shoulders, adding to things that make you sensitive. She strokes twice at every tick of the clock, -the backstory of why she bought it for you. Yeji loves the rhythm of things, maybe it’s second nature to her being in the music industry. And all that translates to the sexual things you do, and having a loud clock helps a lot; at the expense of your sleep that is(however you have grown accustomed to it now).

“What are you doing? Do you not want to look at my photos, babe?” It’s not the first time she’s jerking you off, but it will be the first time that she will while you look at her videos and images. And fuck that’s an idea you find really hot, an idea you would not want to say no. You produce your phone quickly again and start to scroll to the sexiest ones you have. It’s getting hard to focus though, you just want to close your eyes and feel her hands pumping you.

"Fuck Yeji, you're gonna make me cum." With that warning,Yeji rubs the tip of your cock and spreads the pre cum all over. There's a jolt of pleasure that makes your body shiver. You can hear her smirk at your back. Of course you stoke the fire, you're showing weakness to her touches; and of course she feeds off of it.

"I really love it when you are so horny for me, so weak and fragile, so opposite from the normal you. I love it when you lose control." Every single word from her pretty naughty mouth is like fuel to the flames of lust. Thankfully or perhaps cruelly, she slows down her pace and allows you to relax.

She clears her throat, possibly because she wants your attention. There's no need to though to be completely honest, she has all the attention you can possibly give; although mostly to what her hands are doing. "Show me your favorite photo to jerk off on, babe." In an instant you show her the picture that made you start the risqué act, it is a full circle moment. "Can't blame you, I look so hot in that." You can clearly see her smirk, like you have eyes on the back of your head.

Ever the competitive, you want to get back on her, you want to put cracks on her ever growing ego. "Don't get too full of yourself now. It would be a hard fall once I get my hands on you." In that very moment the last word is uttered, she increases the speed of her strokes causing you to squirm, to let out an uncontrolled mewl. "I don't think so babe, not when you're on the tip of my fingers." Her play of words amused you, you can interpret them literally or not, she's so damn right.

"Now tell me, how did you fantasize about your girlfriend earlier?" It's another blow to your ego, she's on a streak. She keeps on putting points on the board. She doesn't just want to know what photo that turned you on, she also wants to know how you imagined her, how improper you are. In simple terms she wants you to put into words the naughty thoughts you had, she wants you to admit that you are really obsessed, and not a little less. And maybe it's clear now that you are, more than you want to confess.

"I want to make out with you, and put my hands all over you. Then I'll unzip your top, and suck on your tits." It's expected really that you will indulge her request, it's another idea of hers that's too hot to not make true. “Then I’ll pin you on that wall babe, and take off those jeans.” She hums in acknowledgement of your words as she carries on with the handjob, ever masterful.

“You said you’d do something to my belly button.” Ah yes her belly button, wait what? - there is some sort of delay before your mind processes what’s wrong with it. It is another revelation, it now dawns on you that she has been watching you right when you started. “So you just stood there and watched, huh?” You noticed her head moves in confirmation. “You know what, I thought of just standing there until you’re finished but.” She pauses to climb on top of you, Yeji is now stradling on you lap.

“But?” You press the matter.

“But what you are doing is so hot, that I just could not be a bystander, can I?” She adjusts herself again to give way for her panties to come off, but immediately seals the separation to get back to her position. She's so wet down below, but you're not surprised. The slick juices now smear your crotch as well, as the contact starts to grow bigger and bigger. Yeji starts to move her hips and grind, you are reminded once again what a performer she is, on the stage and on the bed. You trace her tummy, one of the best in the business and draw circles around her belly button. This is your way of showing your appreciation to what she is doing, and in a way teasing her, to encourage her to do more. You know you’re doing the right thing because you are achieving the desired results.

Your hands naturally found home on her waist, guiding her as she rubs your length. “You know it will be much better inside right?” It looks like you had enough teasing. You are not alone in that sentiment, as Yeji shifts to line herself to your dick; it just feels so easy, feels just so right. Both of you exhale two satisfied moans, two different tones but blend really well, it sounded like one. You find her eyes as she found yours, satisfied yet still hungry, there’s a mutual understanding and respect but lust and wanting at the same time. “You are right, feel so much better.” Her smile should have been a wholesome break from the haze of erotic air, but you know it means so much more.

Built in her is a body of rhythm, and once again the movement of her hips match the ticking of the loud clock. It is once every second from the start, then as the pleasure intensifies so does the pace. “Fuck! It’s so good, Yeji.” She is doing everything right, and all you can do is brace yourself for the inevitable. You want her gaze only fixed on you all the time, but you can’t blame her for closing them once in a while, heck- you too can’t even do that because you know you’ll go overflowing already if you are constantly peering into the lust inducing eyes, beautiful, deep, unique and damn sexy.

It did not take long for that rhythm to get all messy, as all things eventually do in the middle of desires and the craving for more. “I want you to cum inside me.” The line surprises you, she’s an idol after all and should be careful, but the resolve in her tone is unmistakable, undeniable even. It sounds like you have a hefty price to pay if you dare to disobey. “I’d be glad to, babe.”

“Cum for me in five.” That sounds like a challenge, you just hope she means seconds, because it’s an impossible ask if it is a different unit of time. Hell, you think even that mere 5 seconds feels like eternity because of how close you are.

“Five..”

Yeji is just grinding non stop, it’s a performance and she’s giving it her all; she is an amazing artist.

“Four..”

The clock moves so slowly, you think time slows down. The contrast of how fast she is fucking you to the slow tick of a second is starting to not make any sense.

“Three..”

Her walls are closing in on you, it starts to tighten around you, choking your hard shaft.

“Two..”

Just a second more and your sweaty bodies will be rewarded, you pull the straps of her sports bra off her shoulders, amazingly it’s still on. Everything about her is so perfect, and on the verge of orgasm, it multiplies tenfold, maybe a hundred.

“One.”

Maybe you came half a second earlier but who the fuck really cares as the ropes of semen pump out into her warm, wanting cunt. The chorus of very triumphant moans echoed and filled the once still and quiet place. You have reached the pinnacle, the point of no return as you fill her walls of stacked cum. She pulls out and all the mixed juices leak once it finds a gap. However, the mess doesn’t matter for now. Yeji immediately finds her way in your embrace as both of you enjoy a deep kiss. Cheekily you grope her ass in the middle of the smooches, innocent, or is it? “Sleep now horny man, we already took care of your horny bone.”

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