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hide and seek
Heart racing, you gently eased the closet door shut, nestling yourself deeper inside of it. With a hand pressed over your mouth to stifle your breaths, you strained to hear any approaching footsteps.
Silence enveloped the room, and you allowed yourself to breathe a soft sigh of relief. This was a good hiding spot, you thought to yourself. Surely, he’ll never find–
“Oh, darling! Where are you?”
Your hand instinctively shot back to cover your mouth. Shit, how did he know to look for you in this room?
You held your breath, listening intently. Before long, you heard it: the slow, deliberate approach of footsteps. Each one seemed to echo the pounding of your heart as you braced yourself for the closet doors to be flung open.
Yet, it never happened. Instead, three soft knocks on the closet's doors signaled his presence on the other side. You pressed farther back into the closet, trying desperately to remain unnoticed, but it was too late.
“There you are!” Alastor's voice rang out as he swung open both doors. As light flooded into the cramped space, you met his gaze, a mix of annoyance and amusement crossing your features
“Alastor!” you scolded in a hushed tone, careful not to attract further attention. “You cheater, how did you find me?”
With a chuckle, the Radio Demon grinned wider as he leaned against the door frame.
“Why, darling, I simply followed the sound of your beating heart. It led me right to you. Quite the delightful melody, if I do say so myself.”
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed any irritation you might've felt. “Alright, Romeo, fair enough,” you quipped as you stood up, brushing off your clothes.
Alastor responded with a playful wink, extending his hand towards you as an offer to help you out of the closet. You accepted, feeling a subtle thrill course through you as your fingers intertwined. It was a sensation that had become familiar, one that never failed to stir something within you. Just as you were about to comment on it, the moment was abruptly cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps.
In an instant, Alastor swiftly pushed you back into the closet, joining you inside before you could even react.
The confined space of the closet felt even smaller with both of you squeezed inside, pressed close together to accommodate for the lack of room. In the dim light, your gaze met Alastor's, and he placed a finger to his lips, motioning for you to remain quiet. You nodded, your heart fluttering ever so slightly not just from the fear of being discovered but also from his proximity.
Still, you waited, holding your breath. Each second seemed to stretch into eternity, but after a moment, you heard someone gingerly enter the room. It wasn't unexpected, but what caught you off guard was the sudden voice that shattered the stillness.
“Hello? Is anyone in here?” Charlie called out, her tone carrying a playful curiosity.
Alastor, ever perceptive, sensed the gasp rising in your throat. With a swift movement, his hands slid to your sides, pulling you even closer to him. His lips hovered just inches away from yours, barely brushing against them as he whispered, “Stay calm, my dear.”
For a moment, you forgot about the game, about the risk of being caught. As Charlie's voice lingered in the air, Alastor's grip on you tightened subtly, sending a delightful cascade of shivers down your spine. The way he held your gaze was both unnerving and intoxicating, and you felt yourself melting as his fingers began tracing the curve of your sides, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake.
In turn, your own hands sought solace in the fabric of his suit, fingers curling around the material. As you leaned into his embrace, you purposefully brushed your lips against his again in an almost kiss, and a low, deep hum rumbled from within Alastor’s chest.
You could feel his frustration, palpable even with the scant distance separating you. It was a gap neither of you could ensure for a moment longer.
But reality came crashing back down as Charlie’s voice pierced through the silence again.
“Hello! I know somebody’s in here!” She said, her presence looming larger as she continued to search the room. Her movements became increasingly frantic as she searched behind curtains and under the bed, leaving you with the unsettling certainty that the closet would be her next target.
Glancing back at Alastor, you were somewhat surprised to find his gaze still fixed solely on you, seemingly unconcerned with Charlie's search outside. His hands suddenly left your sides, and you found yourself missing his touch. But before you could dwell on the absence for long, they found a new resting place, cradling the back of your head with a possessiveness that both startled and thrilled you.
Without warning, he closed the gap between you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that bordered on primal. It was a stark departure from his usual gentleness, leaving you momentarily bewildered by the sudden intensity. Yet as the kiss deepened, any thoughts of protest were quickly swept away by the overwhelming heat rising between you.
Eagerly, you opened your mouth for him, craving the sensation of his claim, and claim you he did. Pulling your hair back as if he couldn’t get close enough, his tongue brushed against yours, sending waves of pleasure that shot through your veins, setting every nerve ablaze with desire. Lost in the dizzying sensation, your body acted on its own accord as it arched into his touch, your bodies melding together seamlessly. Each curve and contour fit together perfectly, as if they were two halves of the same whole.
As the moment's intensity threatened to peak, you suddenly heard the soft creak of the outside door opening. Your heart lurched in your chest, and you instinctively pulled away from Alastor, eyes wide as you fixated on the crack of the closet door, where a sliver of light seeped through.
Alastor, however, remained unperturbed. His lips trailed kisses across your jaw, his hands returning to your sides with a firm grip that pooled your insides with warmth. Despite the interruption, you found yourself melting into his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck as you surrendered to his desires, even as a part of your mind remained on high alert.
“Hey, did you find anyone?” Vaggie’s voice rang out.
The sound of her footsteps drew closer, accompanied by Charlie's response. “No luck yet, Vaggie. But I'm sure they're hiding somewhere around here.”
“Did you check the closet?”
The innocent question sliced through the air like a blade, catching you off guard. Every fiber of your being urged you to break away from Alastor, to regain control of the situation before it spiraled further out of hand. But as you struggled to gather your thoughts, Alastor's lips crashed against yours once more, effectively drowning out your protests.
“Alastor,” you whispered urgently against his mouth, your attempts to push him away met with stubborn resistance. Despite your efforts, he remained as sturdy as a brick wall, his fervent kiss consuming you with an intensity that left you powerless to resist.
“I didn’t!” Charlie gasped, and in the next instant, the unmistakable sound of their approach shattered any remaining pleasure you felt. Desperation flooded through you as you attempted to push Alastor away once more, but he only seemed to draw impossibly nearer, enveloping you in an almost suffocating embrace as his tongue boldly invited itself into your mouth.
This is it, you thought. You’d never hear the end of being caught in such an embarrassing situation. You could already feel heat rushing to your cheeks as you struggled between surrendering to Alastor’s intoxicating taste and preserving your dignity.
Bracing yourself for the inevitable, you tightly shut your eyes.
However, embarrassment never came. Instead, you felt a sudden shift, like being caught in a whirlwind of energy. Colors blurred and twisted around you, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if your very essence was being pulled apart at the seams. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the sensation ceased, and you found yourself standing in Alastor’s radio tower, his hands still resting upon you.
“You're such a cheater!” You playfully scolded, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge with your hand.
“Cheater? Me?” Alastor replied with mock innocence, his grin widening as he shrugged nonchalantly. “I merely... bent the rules to my advantage.”
With a shake of your head, you chuckled softly, finding it impossible to stay upset with him for too long. “Well, you certainly have a knack for bending them,” you commented with a smile.
“Would you prefer that I bend you?”
Alastor's remark sent your heart racing, your cheeks warming at the implication. Emboldened by the rush of adrenaline, you closed the distance between you, your fingertips lightly grazing his cheeks as you brought your lips tantalizingly close to his.
“Maybe I would,” you replied, the words barely a whisper. Alastor chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as his hand slipped to the small of your back.
“Well then, my dear,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “Let's see just how much you can handle.”
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor x reader#alastor/reader#hazbin hotel alastor x reader#alastor#hazbin hotel fluff#kinda steamy ig?
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#🌅#I’m horrible at fabric folds still so don’t look too close#the first one was supposed to be steddie working at starcourt thing but i changed it.. its kinda in the second photo#there’s a steamy one 🙃#the wip one is a hug#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie fanart#stranger things art
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Book Buddies II (Link x Reader)
(a/n) hello! here is the second chapter of Book Buddies! if you haven't read the first chapter, please click here. i hope you enjoy!
cw: afab!reader, researcher!reader, a nice day out w link :), crowded places, escaping to nature, gentle looks and touches exchanged under the moon, first kiss vibes <3, quickly followed by a steamy makeout session heh
wc: 3.8k
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Since that eventful night, Link at the library had grown to become an increasingly common sight. It was like clockwork, really. Sometime after lunch, you can expect to see a mat of blonde poke through the door followed by a pair of bright eyes that would smile when it met yours.
He'd often come by to return a book he had loaned and ask for more recommendations (which you happily supplied). Within a matter of months, the bookish Captain had worked through most of your list and had even shown you some goodies to read. It warmed your heart having a lil' book buddy; you couldn't remember the last time someone was able to keep up with your... fiery discussions of things that have occurred in your books.
Three knocks rapt your door. Your eyes slit open, wincing immediately at the stream of light conveniently placed right on your face. What time was it...?
"Y... Yes? Who is it?" You yawned through your fingers, clawing uselessly at that one itch just out of reach on your back.
"It's Link."
Your senses snapped awake and your head swiveled to your mirror, which proudly displayed the ornate bird's nest growing on the side of your head. You fumbled out of bed, hissed at the cold the wooden floor shot through your feet, and drowsily waddled to your dresser.
"J-Just a second!" You croaked, wincing at your dry throat. One swig of water later, you were combing your hair and slipping on a shirt that was at least better than what you went to bed with. One last look in the mirror and you clicked the thick door open, careful of not slamming it right in your visitor's face.
"Link? What are you doing this early in the morning? I'm trying to sleep..." You whined. All drowsy discomforts took a backseat when you saw the grave expression painted on his face.
"Her Highness told me that I am to be deployed soon..." He trailed off, brows furrowing deeper. "I'm afraid I can't give more details past that."
This wasn't a total surprise, given his occupation and everything, but it was still... numbing to hear. His words bounced around your head as you began to process what that would mean for the two of you. Your world wasn't crashing and burning, sure, but it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that some of the vibrant colors Link injected into your life have begun to drain out. In the end, all you could muster was a quiet,
"... Oh."
"So... Since we may not see each other for a while, would you like to..." He swallowed thickly. "GotoCastleTownwithme?"
"Would I... huh?" You blinked, rubbing your eyes as if that would help you hear better. "I'm sorry, can you say that again?"
He froze, silently recalculating what the odds were of you saying yes, but knowing you wouldn't settle for silence he tried again.
"Would you... Like to go to Castle Town with me?"
Being asked out on a date first thing in the morning was not what you expected when you tumbled out of bed.
By the Captain no less.
You had dreamt of this moment for months and it took every fiber of your being to channel your inner fangirling into a calm, graceful smile. But the moment he left, you knew you were due for a good ol' cathartic scream into your pillow.
"I would love to."
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The moment training had wrapped up for the day, he bolted to the gates, giddy to finally have this time with you. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he had been aching to take you out for a pleasant stroll through town, going through the market's different stalls and showing you his favorite spots to relax. He's not blind to the effects work has on your body and psyche, and he hoped that your stresses could be washed away with these safe spaces the same way it cleansed him.
A flash of (H/C) in a crowd of similarly-dressed scholars bagged his attention and his eyes flitted this way and that. His heart soared seeing your demure figure moving down the steps of Hyrule Castle and one look at him almost got you running.
You waved goodbye to your coworkers and with a hop, skip, and a step, graced your man companion with your presence.
"Hey! Thanks for meeting up with me. Have you been waiting long?"
He shook his head.
"Perfect! Well, ready to go?"
He patted his rupee pouch and gave you a thumbs up. You giggled and waited for the iron gates to be heaved open.
Before long, you were traipsing down the streets of Castle Town, positively glowing. He was just happy to be present with you. He would listen to your latest findings with great interest, listen to whatever book you happened to get your hands on, listen to all your ramblings and random intrusive thoughts you had, and just... Listen. He wasn't much of a talker and you've made it exceptionally clear to him that he could stop you at any point, but he preferred to just listen.
"--and after that, she intentionally rammed her wagon into a tree! Y'know, that was the first time I ever read a book like that. I highly recommend it."
He hummed, his eyes shining like they had just captured heaven's highest stars.
"I've heard," he began slowly, his voice still not used to all the talking he's had to do recently, "from the mill ladies that your friend's favorite author is set to complete her next book in a month or two."
His wriggling eyebrows were immediately met with a jab to the ribs.
"Woah, really?!" A spark of excitement in your eyes lightly contrasted the playful grimace splaying on the Captain's features. "That's--! Um, ahem. I'm sure she'd be very pleased to hear that. I'll let her know... later."
He rolled his eyes and huffed; you laughed, reaching up and messing with his hair. You didn't notice the way he froze or the way he all but stopped breathing, and you definitely didn't notice the heat blooming all throughout his body while your attention was nabbed elsewhere.
"Oh! Can we look at that stall real quick?"
A faint nod and you were already bounding towards an ornately decorated sign that read "Jeweler."
"Hello, hello! Welcome to my humble little shop!" You eyed the... eclectic decor curiously and made a polite smile to the merchant. "Has anything caught your fancy? Everything you see here was painstakingly, artfully crafted by the finest jewelers in all of Hyrule! Some of my own personal works have made their way into this collection, heh..."
You half-listened to the merchant as he droned on and on about how he incurred every item you see before you, and you nodded every now and then to feign acknowledgment. Glimmers of bronze, silver, and gold dazzled you until your head spun. Jewels and stones encrusted in delicate veins of metal swelled your heart with want, but you stayed your hand once your eyes drifted to the tiny numbers set before each piece.
You were a mere researcher of Hyrule, not the king himself.
Realizing this whole shop was way out of your tax bracket, you awkwardly scooted closer toward the exit, making sure to eye everything you saw on your way out for politeness' sake. As you neared freedom and your friend, the most delicate piece of metalwork you had ever laid eyes on locked your gaze in a vice grip.
The dainty necklace's simple, elegant features starkly contrasted with the cacophony of gaudy golds and polished bronze--a mere sliver of the moon in a sea of gold and copper stars that vied for your attention. Your fingers grazed the crescent moon that dangled at the apex of the thin chain while a small, fond smile played at your lips. The three small stars by the celestial body fleshed the necklace into a gorgeous piece that didn't need to have metal bits sticking this way and that to make a statement.
"Ah, you have quite the eye for design! That piece right there was carefully crafted by yours truly! It can be yours today if you so desire!"
Your thoughtful hums turned to disappointment as your eyes once again rested on the price. It was by far one of the most expensive items here and dejection weighed your shoulders.
"Thank you, these truly are gorgeous pieces, but I must be on my way."
You drifted out of the stall and into the streets teeming with life around you. The crowd had gotten noticeably thicker as bodies rammed into you; there was hardly any room to breathe.
"Man, that stall sure was expensive, huh Li-- Link?" Your head whipped this way and that. "Link?!"
Your eyes scanned the conglomerate of bodies crowding about you. The sights, scents, and sensations of Castle Town were increased tenfold and you fought the crowd for respite off to the side. Lightly panting, you immediately went back to scanning the crowd for your lost companion.
"Link! Link!"
How long has it been since you lost him? Where was the last time you even saw him?
That would have been over there...
You threw a weak glance to an arbitrary point on your left, mentally reprimanding yourself for your carelessness. You thought he was right behind you! Did he not follow you to the stall? Did the crowd start picking up when you left? Did he get swept away? He can be anywhere at this point! Gods, now you've abandoned Link on your day out and left him to fend for himself against Castle Town's inhabitants!
A simple tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts and you spun around, almost knocking the both of you off your feet from the way your bodies clashed against the other.
"Link!"
A warm smile adorned his features and he nodded at you. You clasped your hands together and held them up to your chest, shaking slightly.
"I'm so sorry for leaving you like that! I thought you were right behind me, so I just bounded right over to the stall... I'll be more careful next time, I promise!"
He shook his head, that gentle smile not leaving his lips for a second. He offered his hand to you and eyed the crowd. He must be wanting to leave too. You gladly took hold of him and he turned off to the side, lacing between colorful tents and wooden stalls and slipping in and out of the crowd. Your eyes were trained on his figure as he skillfully bobbed and weaved through different bodies, effortlessly leading you through Castle Town.
You eventually rested on his hand, dutifully meshed with your own. You felt your cheeks grow hot and for once, you were relieved to have dozens of hot, sweaty bodies rubbing up against you lest he turn around and wonder why your face was a sweltering red.
You assumed he was making his way back to the castle, but a sudden left down a back alley and a veer off to the right opened into a clearing untouched by the encroaches of civilization. The vast openness of Hyrule Field spread across the horizon, wrapping its infinite plains and forests around your overstimulated self. You filled your lungs with the deepest, crispest breath you ever drew and let out a hefty sigh. The Captain did the same.
"This is so much better than that cramped market. Thanks for getting us outta there."
Turns out he wasn't done escorting you as he led you further into the wilds; the sweet melodies of songbirds and the wind making passage through trees cleansed the jolting bustle of Castle Town from your ears. You saw a clearing up ahead that opened to a grassy, flowery meadow with a crystal lake at its center.
A few steps later, you were washed in the gentle glow of the setting sun; crickets have joined in on nature's nightly symphony in conjunction with the scurry of small mammals rushing through thicket and brush.
After aestheticizing for a moment, he turned to you and his grip on your fingers loosened. You both pulled away, your fingers wrought with the absence of warmth you had been growing accustomed to. Eyes cautiously avoiding each other's gaze found shelter in the gentle swaying of sunlit trees and the long shadows they cast on the grass.
"It's so peaceful here... Do you come here often?"
He 'hmph'ed in confirmation and threw his arms above his head, scraping the sky with his fingertips in a futile effort to rake the stars.
You inched closer to the clear pool and sat down, rolling individual blades of grass and wildflowers between your fingers; your loyal knight followed suit. A comfortable silence fell over the both of you and you gazed dreamily at your semi-quavering surroundings reflected in the lake.
"Thank you for today, Link... It was fun."
The gentlest breeze cooed through your hair, pulling a few strands with it in a lighthearted dance. The sun caught in your quivering lashes and the dimpled smile on your plump lips could only be described as simply divine. Link's throat bobbed up and down and whatever passive thought was drifting through his mind dissipated immediately.
Oh Hylia, you were breathtaking.
He didn't dare look away from your glory, hoping to bask in your soft gaze for as long as you allowed him. His fingers fumbled with his tunic, with the grass, with the hem of his pants, with anything he could get his hands on and you giggled at his restlessness.
"You okay, Cap?"
"... Mm."
A surge of boldness shot through your chest as you found yourself scooting closer to the man. He positioned himself to make way for you until you slotted yourself just inches away from him. His heat radiated onto your skin and you felt your muscles lax out the tension it had been holding.
"I will be leaving soon." He whispered, streaking the serenity with hints of melancholy. "It will be a long and arduous mission far away from here... I do not know when I'll be back."
"... I know." Neither of your gazes met. "I know."
The sun, exhausted from its long journey across the sky, began its customary plummet past the horizon, calling its nightly sister to take its place as the provider of lesser light. The moon’s ascension to the celestial throne was slow and deliberate; the transition of powers brushed the sky with a rich indigo and vibrant marigold, marrying the two hues into perfect harmony. Wispy cirrus and scarlet stratus stood as witnesses to this otherworldly unification of colors, and both of you acted as passive guests to this ritual of dusk and twilight.
"But I'll wait for you." You say at last, turning to him. "No matter how long it takes, I'll always be waiting for you."
Surprised at the resolve in your own voice, your gaze faltered back onto his hands. His warm, calloused, steady hands. Your fingers itched to feel them again, but your still body betrayed your desires to hold and be held. What in the world were you saying? You weren't even his to begin with.
It was Link's turn to look at you now, heart seizing and throat drying. Forlornity tugged the corner of his lip into a somber smile and he moved his face closer to yours. He was close enough to feel your breath hitch (his did as well), and the proximity forced you to look up.
"I'll come back to you. I promise."
Your mind blanked as your arms found the back of his neck, pulling him into a gentle embrace. You kept your contact light--fleeting even, in case he wanted to pull away. But he did no such thing, instead sinking deeper into you and wrapping you up in a pair of muscled arms. Suddenly all the cold, touch-starved nights of longing didn't feel as empty anymore. Suddenly all the pining, all the directionless love you fostered for the other had some place to go. Although you didn't hear those three magical words, his tightening limbs were all the confirmation you needed.
"I have a surprise for you." He murmured into your hair, pulling away slightly. His hands fiddled in his pants pocket and a streak of joy gleamed across his face. "Close your eyes."
You did as you were told, steep in disbelief and excitement that he had actually gotten you something. The image of that necklace from earlier shot across your mind, but you internally scoffed as the price followed shortly after.
Stop kidding yourself, there's no way he would have gotten--
"Open your eyes."
Dangling in front of your face was a thin chain pulled down by a crescent moon and its three starry companions.
"Wait... That's..."
"I saw you looking at it earlier," he rubbed his neck sheepishly, "so I bought it."
"Link, that was hundreds of ru--"
"Don't worry about it." His lips were pulled ear to ear. "Do you like it?"
"I love it!" Happy tears shamelessly leaked from your eyes. "Oh gods Link, I love it!"
You sniveled and trained your eyes on the pretty little thing and Link gently grasped your shoulders to turn you. A pleasant shiver shimmied down your spine as his fingers traced the back of your neck, gingerly pushing your locks out of the way. You pinned it up to aid him further.
Link took his time clasping the accessory around your neck, drinking in the way your bare skin looked in the moonlight. Dedicating the scene in front of him to memory, he hummed and you turned to face him. He never knew how effective a simple piece of metal could be at enhancing your already ethereal qualities; his heart melted and pooled at his feet.
"Beautiful..."
You shrunk under his lovestruck gaze and, in a flurry of millions of racing thoughts all melding together, pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.
If the man wasn't already reeling, he certainly was now. Every single gear in his head ceased execution; he was wholly at the mercy of your little chortles, your bashful smiles, and batting lashes. Hylia only knows how quickly he would cast himself into the sea should you say the word, or how happily he would steal heaven's brightest luminaries should you desire a matching ring made of the North Star. He stooped closer, practically face-to-face with you.
"May I," he said at last, "have the honor of kissing you?"
His hot breath tickled your cheeks and you found yourself giggling at his endearing politeness.
"Of course."
His face closed in on yours, his breath fanning a deep fire from the skin it touched. Hooded eyes flitted to hot, parted lips and they sank lower as he drew closer; you followed suit, your eyes fluttering closed on your knight's beautiful face. A heated softness pressed tenderly against your lips, melting any and all tension into nothingness. Your lips engaged in a clumsy, heartfelt dance as his lips moved awkwardly, cautiously, lovingly, against your own. Your heart was practically palpitating when you felt a pair of hands sneak onto your face.
He drew back for the briefest of seconds before his lips found yours again and again, each kiss more ravenous than the last. The whine that escaped your wet, parted lips incited something deep within him and his lips connected with yours in a merciless onslaught, leaving your head spinning and your heart wanting more, more, more. A hand fell to the small of your lower back and he drew you closer, your bodies flushed tightly against the other as deeper passions bloomed.
You felt yourself sink lower, lower, lower until the grass tickled the curve of your ear and skilled, battle-worn arms wrapped around you in a way that made you feel like porcelain. His lips moved on from yours and traced the outline of your jawbone with the lightest of movements, leaving a fiery trail in his wake. Your senses were wracked with newfound pleasures, his hands tightening in your own as he found solace in the crook of your neck. He peppered the soft, unmarked skin with butterfly pecks and kisses that thinly veiled his growing desires, suckling the skin just enough to send electricity through your whole body but just short of leaving a beautiful, bluish-purple welt (for he did not know if you wanted to be marked by him just yet). Your moans and sharp breaths intertwined heatedly, scattering your thoughts into a frenzy and numbing, blissful oblivion all at once.
His lips found yours once again, starved and craving for your warmth. One final, deep press into your lips before he pulled away with a pop, pressing his forehead against yours. A deep laugh rumbled in his chest.
"My apologies... It seems I have gotten carried away there..." He closed his eyes, stilling his rapidly beating heart lest it explode in his chest. Gods, he wanted more. More. One look at your pleading eyes almost made him come undone. Lilting lashes and blown-out pupils conveyed all the pent-up desire you've harbored for the man before you. He sucked in a breath and smoothed the mess he made of your hair, smiling tenderly.
"If you would like to continue, perhaps we should head somewhere more... comfortable."
Truthfully, the fact that you were in the literal wilderness may have slipped your mind just now. Your eyes went to scan for any body-shaped outlines hiding among the tree line, suddenly feeling very exposed. He saw the cautious look you shot at the trees and he couldn't help the laugh that spilled out of him.
"Are you shy, love?"
"W-Well it's just...!" Your eyes flew shut, unable to stand Link's teasing gaze any longer.
"Just... what?" His voice and face lowered into your neck. A deep moan thundered against your skin, sending butterflies knocking into your ribcage.
"Don't tease me like that..." Please keep teasing me like that--
A full belly laugh escaped the man. He pressed a quick kiss right at the junction of your shoulder and neck (his new safe space aw) and he pulled away to drink in your embarrassed, pleasured, wrecked expression.
"I've wanted this for so long..." An imperceptible smile bloomed. "Ever since I saw you grimacing at that scroll."
"You saw that?!" You shot back mortified, ears aflame. His hands shot up, waving them back and forth in protest.
"I-It was cute, I promise! I thought... You were so cute when you made that face..."
His slurred mumble made you want to ruffle his hair and hold him close whilst squealing into his chest.
"In fact," he hummed lowly, "it made me wonder what other kinds of faces you can make..."
"LINK!"
#got kinda steamy towards the end my b#link#link x you#link x reader#legend of zelda#loz#link legend of zelda#legend of zelda x reader#legend of zelda fanfiction#legend of zelda fandom#loz link x reader
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A very short Zolu Valentine's story for the lovely dumbass zone server over on discord
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“Happy Ventilator Day!”
Zoro opens one eye and peers up at his ridiculous captain. Luffy grins down at him and holds out a little chocolate heart. It's trapped between his pointer finger and thumb and the chocolate is already beginning to melt, coating the tips of his fingers. It looks misshapen, highly unappetizing and messy and-
Zoro holds out his hand and accepts the melted mess. “It's Valentine's day, you idiot.”
Luffy blinks. “Really? That makes more sense I guess. Wait, no! It doesn't! Who is Valentine? Why is it his day?”
“Beats me.” Zoro pops the small heart into his mouth. He is not a chocolate guy but is pleasantly surprised when the center turns out to be rum.
Luffy bounces on his feet, a big grin on his face. “There is alcohol in it! Sanji helped me with that part but I did everything else myself. Do you like it?”
It takes a herculean effort not to grimace at the mention of the stupid cook but no matter how much Zoro dislikes the idea, it's probably better that he helped Luffy. No one needs food poisoning that bad.
Luffy raises his fingers up to his mouth to absentmindedly lick the melted chocolate off of them. Zoro stops him by grabbing that arm and pulling the man down into his lap. His captain grunts which quickly turns into a bright laugh.
Always laughing, that guy.
Zoro loves that sound but he also loves the way it cuts off with a sharp intake of breath when he starts to gently clean those fingers with his tongue. Luffy stares at him with an intense focus that is usually reserved for fights and Zoro revels in it. No one can capture his captain's attention quite like he can and Zoro takes pride in that.
Maybe a little too much.
Only when he is done cleaning the sweet mess completely does he raise his eyes, locking eyes with Luffy's and licking the corner of his own mouth in a way he knows will kick his captain's brain into overdrive.
“Yes. Very sweet.”
Luffy unconsciously licks his own lips which makes Zoro smirk which in turn makes Luffy narrow his eyes in contemplation. It doesn't take long before he starts to pout, the kind of pout that they all know is fake because the mischievous glint in his eyes gives him away.
“No fair, Zoro!” he shouts and wraps his arms around his swordsman’s neck. “You didn't leave anything for me! I wanted a taste too!”
“Well,” Zoro drawls and pulls him closer so he can whisper into his ear. “Then take it.”
The rest of the crew avoids this part of the deck for the next few hours.
Which is for the best.
#one piece#one piece zolu#zolu#zolu fanfic#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#op zolu#zolu fanart#Valentine's drabble#Happy valentines#This got kinda steamy#I'm not gonna tag you all#You know who you are
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missing you | eddie munson x reader
summary: the last thing eddie thought he would see when he tumbled through your bedroom window, was you in his hellfire shirt. silly antics follow!
a/n: this is just a short silly one, gets a little steamy at the end as well lovelies! having a bit of writers block at the moment so hopefully this kickstarts something :) as always i hope you enjoy!
“Are you wearing…my shirt?”
It was a Saturday night, and whilst other teenagers were out at the movies or at some weird party at some jocks house, you had decided to have a night in. Earlier that day you had rented your favourite chick flicks, got enough snacks to feed a small army and settled in for a nice quiet night alone. You had actually been in your bathroom, completing a needlessly gratuitous skin care routine when a bang coming from your bedroom lured you away.
“Eddie? What are..how did you even get in here?”
You and the infamous Eddie Munson had known each other throughout high school. You had first met when you asked to sit in for one of the Hellfire clubs sessions, planning on writing a story that incorporated one of their campaigns. It had been for a feature in the school paper, and you had written it in the hopes of shining some light on the strange extracurricular activity. From that moment on, actually following you laughing at one of Eddie’s terrible jokes, a spark had begun to form.
“Through the window, you’re dodging the question princess.”
A off and on secret love affair had ensued. You hadn’t meant for it to be kept underwrapis, sure it made things more fun in some ways but it also meant you could never go to dinner together, go to the movies, do all that couple shit that you were dreaming of. It wasn’t exactly clear what you were, surely it was more than a hook up at least after the first month it was. Friends with benefits dont cook each other breakfast, or watch shooting stars, or lie in bed holding each other for hours with The Stones on low. There was something more between you, but you were both terrified of what something more concrete would mean.
“You can’t just climb through my window! You could get hurt, dingus”
All those secret meetings, rendezvous in his van at lovers lake, late night skinny dipping that led you back to his trailer, staying the night, cuddled up and safe in his arms. Watching tv on the weekends, talking about anything that came to mind, cooking dinner together, finding home in one another. All that had led up to now. Suddenly you felt exposed, which felt ironic considering all the hours, the weekends you had spent with Eddie in a much more intimate…positions than this. Maybe it was because he had never seen your room before. Now he was staring wide eyed at everything, a stark contrast against the sage green walls. He was suddenly privy to your posters, your pictures. He now knew you had a chair for worn but not dirty clothes, an overflowing wash basket mainly filled with odd socks, that you kept your trainers in a line under you mirror and your wardrobe doors closed at all costs. That you slept with a teddy and about seven different pillows.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin, and you still haven’t answered my question, sweetheart.”
Worst of all he had caught you red handed. Eddie Munson had all but two Hellfire shirts. The first one was a little small, being the first one he had ever made all those years ago when he first started the club. And the second being a little big, with less stains and tears on the stitches. The second one had gone missing about a week ago, following a rather risqué sleepover with yours truly. He had a suspicion you had it, and although he really did need it back, the thought of you stealing away with his shirt had made him feel all giddy. He had feelings that ran deeper than he wanted to admit, and this meant so did you.
“And you still haven’t explained why you are here.”
Eddie was close, you could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he towered over you, backing you into the wall behind you and grinning, all smug. He had finally caught a glimpse of you, the real you. Your hair was up, covered in sweet smelling oils that made his head spin. You were wearing your glasses, although they were hanging on the edge of your nose to avoid the moisturiser you had just applied. And best of all, you were wearing his Hellfire shirt along with a pair of his flannel trousers that he had leant you months ago after yours got a little..ripped.
“I was missing my girl. You’re turn.”
That made your head spin, the thought of being not only his but his girl!? A quiet 'oh' had escaped you, making Eddie's grin only grow wider. He had his hands tucked underneath the shirt, holding your waist ready to pull you into him. His breathe was fanning out across your face, all cigarettes and chewing gum in a rushed attempt to hide the fact he was smoking again. His face was still flushed from climbing up to your window, chest heaving for a whole other reason as you smiled, your gaze all soft and love struck as you finally gave into his charms. Your brain all mushy, fuzzy like white noise as he pushed you impossibly closer to the wall behind you, lips ghosting over yours in a teasing grin.
“was missing you too.”
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#stranger things#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#kinda a lil steamy at the end#fluff
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Blossom Love
Based of a Character.ai I made of Huening Kai
#tomorrow x together#huening kai#hueningkai#moodboard#Huening kai x Oc#Huening Kai smut#hueningkai smut#Might also turn this into some kind of oneshot idk#it gets kinda steamy and romantic lol
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Ah yes, I can finally show my goods from the NSFW part of @usoppshipzine ~ Illustrations to euphoria
Suggestive part is under read more~
Maybe I should make more things like those? it was so fun to make! And long like those? So much fun there was with illustrating this work!
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I saw you posted saying you didn't have any horny jail asks, so um.. how about a spicy interrogation type thing?
I AM SICK AGAIN. SICK. FEVER. I HAVE A FEVER. AGAIN.
Cw: semi smutty
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
Intricate Answers
Hero slammed their fists down on the metal table, rattling everything except the villain who practically lounged in their seat. Smirking slightly at how flustered their enemy was getting over their lax demeanour.
“Listen, Villain. You’re going to tell me where those diamonds are, or else.” Hero leaned in, leaving only a small gap between them and the villain cuffed to the table. They bared their teeth in some attempt of a menacing smile, but to Villain they looked more like an angry puppy; it was adorable.
Villain thought about the threat for a moment, humming as if they were making a big decision up in their head before their eyes flicked back to the hero. “Or else what?”
A mix of shock and exhaustion slipped through Hero’s mask before they returned to their stone-face. “What do you mean ‘or else what’?”
Villain could barely control their enjoyment. “You have piqued my interest, dearest.” They leaned forward so they were eye to eye with their nemesis. Standing up from their chair so they hovered just above the Hero’s line of sight. “I want to know just exactly what you’ll do to me if I don’t behave.”
Admittedly, the hero should’ve stopped right then and there, knowing full well that they had already lost this battle, but their stupid sense of pride kicked them into overdrive. Forcing them to stand as tall as they could and reach to grab Villains shirt collar as they yanked them down so Hero’s lips were at their ear.
“You want to play games, Villain? You think this is funny? Well, let me tell you something, if you decide to make my job harder and ruin this operation, then you will pay, big time.” Hero released Villain from their hold, pushing them back down into their seat as they took a step back and a deep breath.
Villain grinned, breaking out into a million dollar smile that ignited something deep in Hero’s core. “If I’m being honest,” Villain droned, walking their fingers along the table as far as they could from the bar they were cuffed around. “I was indeed trying to make… something harder and this operation was—unfortunately for you—not the only thing I was planning on ruining…”
Hero’s face was priceless, beet red and steam was practically coming out of their ears. They couldn’t decide between wanting to slap Villain and wanting to pull them in and connect their lips, but the heat of the moment was too overwhelming for them to do either. Besides, they were worried that if they had chosen to slap the villain, the other would’ve been welcoming them with open thighs any second.
Instead, Hero resorted to the one card they had left as they turned on their heel and stormed to the interrogation room door. Not daring to look back at the villain who was in laughing hysterics and could hardly find the room to breathe.
“Oh, and Hero~” Against their better judgement the crime-stopper halted at the door, glaring back at their nemesis. “I really do hope you make me pay. Probably just as much as I sure as hell hope it’s big.” With that, Hero slammed the door and made a B-line for the locker room showers where they prayed they could cool off.
#I’m so sick guys#this isn’t even funny#hero x villain#villain#villain x hero#hero#drabbles#fantasy#imagines#oneshots#scenarios#smutty#kinda smutty#hero and villain#villain and hero#heroes and villains#villains and heroes#interrogation#steamy#flirty villain x flustered hero#flirty villain#flirty villain x hero#flustered hero#flustered
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The amount of people who sleep on my man… tragic.
#ikepri#ikepri nokto#Ikemen prince#i honestly DO NOT UNDERSTAND why chevalier is the most pop#like Clavis I get#but chevalier’s route was— kinda meh#i should have loved it and yet—#sigh#Nokto’s route was dramatic it was steamy it was sweet it was angsty it was EVERYTHING#then his side stories???#always emmaculate#sexy and loving and teasing and just AHHHH!!
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Charles Leclerc - “I can’t believe... you're actually wearing my clothes” - list 1 - 🥵😏😍
Thank you ❤️
prompt: “I can’t believe.. you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
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Monza, 2019.
You watched your boyfriend walk up the few steps to the podium, climbing onto the one in the centre with the biggest smile on his face.
The first home win in 10 years and he did that.
Proud doesn’t even begin to cover the feelings floating through the crowd; the fans, the crew and team, Charles’ family and you. Everyone watched, cheers erupting from the crowd when the trophy is handed to him.
Lewis and Valttri pop their bottles, covering Charles in champagne as the 3 of them laughed. It was good race, you were so incredibly proud of your boyfriend; your heart swelling at the happiness on his face.
Charles takes a big swing from his bottle, holding it up in one hand and the trophy in the other.
The drivers spend a few more minutes up there before they come down, the crowds still cheering. The party moves from the podium to the paddock, the place flooded with people dressed in red.
Charles was all sticky from the champagne when he comes down running straight to you to give you a hug.
“I’m so proud of you!” you whisper to him, giving him a kiss when he pulls back a little. Charles smiles, squeezing you once more before going to his mother.
Another round of champagne was brought out, in the pit lane this time. By the time the sun was starting to set, the crowd had cleared out, just the necessary people left behind. Everyone needed a shower, from being in the sun all day to the champagne covered clothing, it’s been a long, successful day.
You were in Charles’ driver room, you were changing as he said good-bye to his mother and brothers. You step out of the bathroom when he shuts the door, he’s got a wicked smile on his face, still in his soaked racing suit.
“Charles,” you warn him, taking a step back. The man tackles you onto the couch, smothering you in kisses. You laugh, wrapping your arms around him.
“God, I’m so proud of you. I don't think I can cry anymore but if I could, I would.” you laughed, pecking his lips.
“You and mom, both.” he smiles, resting his head on your chest. “Oh, you’re wet.”
“Who’s fault is that?” you ask him, Charles’ mind running to the dirtiest scenario possible, a smirk playing on his lips. You give his back a smack, “don't be nasty.” Laughing, you push the man off of you, heading back to the bathroom to change.
This was the only other set of clothes you brought with you and Charles had yet again covered you in champagne. You look around, spotting his clothes on the shelf. You strip off your clothes and replace them with his. While you were in there, Charles had changed as well - a mutual understanding that the showers at home were better so that could wait.
“I can’t believe it..” Charles mumbles, looking at you as you walk out of the bathroom. Your brows furrowed, looking at your boyfriend. “You’re actually wearing my clothes.”
“Well you got mine all sticky so I don’t really have a choice.” you shrug, Charles smiles to himself as he walks over to you.
“You look good in red,” his arms snake around your waist, “really?” you hum, glancing down at the Ferrari shirt you had on. Charles shifts back to the couch, pulling you onto his lap when he sits.
The man leans in, kissing along your neck and because the shirt was a little big on you, he pushed it off your shoulder, exposing your bare skin.
“I think it’d look better on the floor, don’t you think so ?” he whispers against your skin.
You cup his cheeks, pulling his focus back to your face. Leaning down, your lips barely brushing against his, “maybe we should find out.”
There's no way you were making it to the party tonight.
#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc smut#<not really but kinda steamy ??#anj's 3k :)
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// but what if you.... kissed the evil bastard.........
#he's not hurting for company don't get me wrong#but a kiss? kinda steamy? kinda tender? kinda wanna write it?#won't have time to actually write until later this week though#you said it was under control ( ooc )
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Winner Takes All 4/4
Just as you'd broadcast earlier that week, it started pouring two days later. It was lunchtime, and the rain had come on in a blink, but you loved this kind of weather and had gone for a stroll in a raincoat and an extra mini umbrella in case you met anyone in need.
What you didn't expect to find was Wally Darling, booking it past the pond's cobblestone wall with little more than a small, blank canvas to shield him against the onslaught of droplets. He was already soaked, his hair plastered around frantic, black eyes. A robust clap of thunder made him jump and send the canvas cartwheeling down the hill into the pond with him scrambling after it.
"Hey, Wally!" you called as you made your way over. He hesitated by the literal slippery slope, but didn't seem to hear you over the hiss of the rain.
"You want help?!" You call again once you're next to him. He jumps again, flailing to catch himself once he starts to slip down the hill. He almost got hold of the cobblestone wall until your eyes met. Panicking, he completely missed the wall and tumbled down the slope until a splash of water consumed his body.
The fish had already kidnapped the canvas, and by the time you made your way down they were hovering around the poor soul, looking for anything else to steal. You helped him up out of the mud, checking for any damage, but at the same resisted the powerful urge to laugh at the absolute disaster he'd become. Would an umbrella even help at this point? You spot a few pulled seams, wronkled joints and some twigs sticking through his felt. The show host tried to stand only to half-collapse awkwardly as some parts didn’t quite bend the way they're supposed to.
You asked if he was okay, but Wally was too stunned to say anything. His hands hovered discretely over his face- as if he were trying to hide that he was trying to hide- So you decided not to drag this out and scooped the tinier puppet up into your arms before heading off to the nearest shelter: Eddie's office.
Eddie opened the door almost immediately and fussed over both of you as you got your coat and shoes off. Wally started to do the same, but his clothes were so plastered, that he struggled to reach them.
"Dont you worry, little fella. I got you." The postman gently slid off Wally's shoes while you plucked leaves, twigs, and clumps of dirt out of his hair.
"Ah… thank you," he said stiffly to you and Eddie.
"No problem. All of your stitches still in? You're looking pretty rough."
"Ah-" Wally froze again.
"You mind if we borrow your bathroom?" You ask.
"Not at all! Not at all. Make yourselves at home. Tea or hot coco?" Eddie smiled.
"Coco for me, Postmaster!"
"Tea…"
Eddie lead you to the bathroom before going to get your drinks ready. You helped Wally out of his sweater and leave him to remove the button blouse before starting the hot water. Eddie popped by to gather the muddy clothes for the washer, humming a casual tune as he disappeared back down the hall.
Once Wally was in the tub, you got out a brush and shampoo and sat on the tub's ledge behind him. While Wally rubbed the crickles and dirt stains out, you plucked twigs from his shoulders and brushed his hair clean. Once the water was dirty, it was drained out, and you switched to using the shower nozzle to spray the loosened dirt and leftover soap off. Wally seemed much more relaxed now, sighing under the hot water and leaning into your touch.
"What a day huh? What caught you in the rain?" you asked as you started to play with floppy navy locks.
"Oh, I was talking with Barnaby," he said with some hesitance, "I was coming to see you… But I… got distracted."
"With painting?"
"Ah- Well… yes?"
You twirled Wally's hair in thought. You knew what it meant for him to suddenly start painting before doing something, but what was he so bothered by? It had been several days of this eggshell business. He'd looked so surprised to see you out by the pond. So scared morelike.
"Choo-Choo!" Eddie appeared at the door with your cups, blower-dried briefs, and a bright smile.
"Thanks, Eddie!" you said as you took your cup and enjoyed a deep whiff of sweet, earthy coco before sipping down the hot liquid.
"Wow, Wally! You're looking brand new already! Y/N's got the golden touch huh?"
You sip your cocoa innocently, pretending not to notice Wally's cheeks puffing out, another close catch not made any easier by your free hand still stroking his hair.
"Blow dry? Or would a towel pat do? Nah, its still cold out." Eddie was already in the bathroom's closet rummaging around. You and Wally left the tub and dabbed off on towels set on the floor.. The show host started pulling on his briefs. Once he looked up you glomped him into a towel, causing him to bark out a laugh as he was held captive in soft, dry cloth.
You kidnapped Wally to the living room before Eddie can find the blowdryer, leaving a trail of laughter and water as you go. Once the postman caught up he helped dry Wally out more thoroughly, fluffing his felt while you worked on re-tucking pulled stitches and straightening seams, massaging out any excess water with the towel. Just as Eddie was finishing up, the phone by the T.V. rang, and Eddie hopped away from the sofa to answer it.
"Oh Frank! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take so long…. Oh! No, I'm alright…"
While he was on the phone, Wally stayed wrapped up in a towel, a thoughtful smile stuck on his face as he gazed into another cup of tea. Black eyes snuck a glance at you and got stuck as you were already adoring him with your own.
You wanted to pull him in for a tight hug and just cuddle on the couch, but you also wanted to do more than that.
"It shouldn't be too much longer, I'll be over as soon as I can…. I will. Love you lovebug, heheheh."
The click of the phone hanging up draws Wally’s attention away. Eddie turns to him and you and scratches the back of his head apologetically.
“Ah- I’m sorry guys, but you don’t mind taking care of yourselves here do ya? Wally’s clothes havent been put in the dryer yet, and uh- well I had plans. I really dont want to leave ya in need though.”
Wally perked up a little, answering in an apologetic tone,“Oh, I don’t mind at all, Eddie, we’ll be fine. Thanks for the help.”
“Anytime! Anytime." Eddie immediately starts to slip his shoes on and grab the large coat, a sparkle in his eye,”Oh, also, it’s still pouring out, feel free to use one of my coats in the closet if you decide to go on your way. No point in getting haggled again. Take care you two!”
With that the postman's boxy frame was out the door. A moment of silence hung in the air before a chuckle to bubbled out of Wally. He covered his mouth with a hand.
“What did you do?” You accused.
“Nothing,” the puppet’s shoulders were still bouncing, but eventually he settled down, and replied with equal parts hesitance and humor, “I… oh… I was terrified to think you'd see me like that, or like this. Especially today. You're both so kind."
His words caught you off guard a bit, and a strike of guilt hit you as you remembered the urge to laugh, but it cleared the moment you realized what he really meant.
"Oh, psh. You really should get caught in disasters more often, Wall. Especially when I'm around," you teased Wally with a finger under his chin and watched him turn red all over again as he's led to face you, "It's a great excuse for a spa day~"
"Oh~" Wally sighed softly as you stroked along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. He leaned toward you, eyes fluttering, and you were so ready to do the same until he stiffened and curled away with another nervous noise.
"Ah– I'm naked-?" His tone was laced with scandal, his feet getting sucked up into the towel.
It was giving you a whiplash of confused frustration.
“I-I actually do want to go back to your place, if you don’t mind,” he admitted, hugging the towel tight around him until he looked like a dumpling.
Now, you couldn't not adore that.
“Here,” you pull away to take off the t-shirt you wore over your long-sleeve. Wally lets you slip it over his head. It was already big on you, so it was practically a dress on him, but he didn’t mind at all.
“It’s warm,” he smiled, though he shivered. He still didn’t have pants.
"I think we're stuck here," you admit, "At least until your clothes dry." Without another wasted second, you leave to throw the clothes in the dryer, but when you get back, Wally's practically dripping with hopeless disappointment.
"Neighbor~" you tease, flopping down beside the show host.
He looks at you tiredly, smiling, but not moving.
You cleared your throat, “Neiighboor~”
Wally laughed, and finally crawled over to you before laying his head in your lap. You ran your hand through his thick navy hair, smoothing it into something resembling a style before you started to experiment with its semi-poofyness.
“You know, I’m real tempted to make you spill the beans, little man,” you fake-shook his shoulders, "What were you lookin' for me for?" You smiled at his giggle. He hesitated for a moment before looking up at you, but his answer had more confidence in it.
“I wanted to know if I could spend the night with you," he admitted.
Your heart raced at the words, a blush coming on. It’s only intensified by the frustrating vagueness of the statement: Spend the night doing what? Playing a board game, watching a movie, telling stories?
Honestly that didn't sound too bad. You remembered the last time you had a sleepover, Wally blanking out on the floor, you sprawled on the sofa out cold over the sound of the Wiz playing on the TV. You'd stayed up so late you might as well have been drunk. It was a fun time
But this…. this was still torture. There was only one reason why Wally would be so wrung about spending the night… right?
Wally was becoming stiff in your lap, eyes wide. The look of great regrets.
"The night!" you throw out before he thought he’d said something awful, "All night?" You let yourself relax. This didn't have to be a crime, even if there was some misunderstanding, Wally was one of the few who'd let you live it down.
Wally doesn't quite nod. Instead, his hand falls over yours cupping his face. A shy smile warmed your hand as he replied soflty, "I sure hope so.”
There was no mistaking that. You could have scooped him up into a kiss right then and there, but for Wally’s sake you resigned to just irradiate smug excitement, “Oh? Does this mean you surrender?”
Wally didn't say anything at first. You were expecting anything except for the coy smirk and shkw host shifting to nuzzle your lap and show himself off. In nothing but your t-shirt and blood red brief's it was almost enough to make you buckle.
"Woah there," you chuckled with excitement as heat pooled in your gut and your cheeks set ablaze.
‘Only if you do first.’
The game wasn't over just yet.
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Eventually, you and Wally escape Eddie’s cozy home fully clothed and enjoy a conversation about favorite kinds of storms on the way to your study. Once there you both let habit lead the way. Shoes were left by the door, coats hung, books broken out. The show host preferred to keep your t-shirt, and sat his own upper garments neatly folded on the counter behind the sofa while you went to change into ‘jamas. Despite your earlier conversation, there was still some nervousness in the way he fumbled and glanced your way, as if looking for a sign of what to do, but it would only be a moment before he continued on acting his normal self.
It was another night of stories, and thoughts as you camped out on the fuzzy rug, doing hair, going through books from different neighbors, and some of your own, to read or stack or even draw in. The hour hung on your eyelids as fairy lights replaced the sun. The books were eventually abandoned for sleepy small talk.
“I never said you… couldn’t kiss me…. You know,” Wally yawned and drifted while he played with the white buttons on your blouse. You didn’t remember what lead to this, maybe it had sprung out of the blue. Not that you hadn’t thought of kissing the yellow puppet laying on top of you.
“Hm-,” you grunted stubbornly, not even bothering to open your eyes as you hug the puppet tighter in protest, “You… started it.” You weren’t sure what you even meant, but any thoughts of elaborating vanished as warmth pressed softly, against your lips. You opened your your eyes just enough to check that what you thought you were feeling was what your were feeling, before slipping back into amber darkness.
You and Wally leaned further into eachother with each kiss. Something like relief flooded your body, like you'd fjnally admitted a secret you didn't know you had. Wally giggled as you rolled over, him pressed against you. His bare legs brushed against your sides and hugged you close. Stiff shoulders relaxed, soft hands melted into your hair.
You rolled over to your side, nuzzling Wally’s neck. He hummed sleepily against you, tracing your nose with a pointer.
“I adore you,” he purred.
Your eyes were closed, face smothered in the show host’s chest, body becoming one with the floor, but a smile didn't fail to sprout along your features, “I amorrhh ym, tomh.”
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#part 4#welcome home fanfiction#playfellowxxx#kinda?#soft#I'm so bad at endings lol.#I may write something more steamy later#In fact I feel I should#Feedback/critique much appreciated!#let me know what you liked/didn't like/confused by etc
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Ahaha. Due to some weird glitch, anonymous asks didn't automatically activate when I opened my inbox (which it usually does so what happened Tumblr?). Apologies for that. But the issue should be resolved now.
As requested, I have only taken the most important part of their recent message as reference for this post.
Hello it's 🖤 anon.
For the ask game can you answer 9,23,24
And here are the answers to your questions 🖤 anon~!
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9) with characters i love
Ooooooh! Hee hee hee~! I've said it before but I do love all the Silva siblings. They get hated on so much but I adore how messy all of them are. And one fic that involves them is the Silva reconciliation fic I wrote.
“You redirected a spell that large?!” Noelle exclaimed as she leaned forward in her seat.
“Don’t pretend to sound impressed!” Solid snapped back. “I bet you think you could’ve stopped it altogether!”
“I’m not pretending though!” Noelle said, a bit more forcefully than she meant to. “Just take a compliment, why don’t you?”
Solid made a “ngh” sound and his face started to burn red. “What you said was hardly a compliment! Besides, how do I know that you’re not just mocking me, huh?”
“Oh how pathetic that’d be,” Nebra muttered behind her hand. She leaned in Noelle’s direction. “Though if you want pointers on how to get on Solid’s nerves, I can share.” She winked at her sister.
“Yeah, no thanks.” Noelle hid a mildly disgusted look behind a sip of tea. And here I thought Nebra and Solid were as close as can be. Guess they’ll even turn on each other if it amuses them.
Her heart felt heavy at that idea. She’d always felt like she alone was pushed away and knocked down. But the cruel, cutthroat nature of House Silva could target her siblings too it seemed. It really had been for the best that Noelle never fit into that environment, that she wound up in the Black Bulls and became who she was in the present.
Had she been a fool for ever wanting to fit in with her family?
Noelle lowered her cup.
No. She wasn’t a fool for wanting to be close to her family. Rather, she was short-sighted for wanting to fit into a dynamic that tore down the weak instead of encouraging growing into the strength.
Noelle glanced to her side to Nebra and in front of her to Solid. Their presence carried with them painful memories but… There was also a relief in knowing that they were okay after all was said and done.
This snippet leaves out Nozel but 3/4 ain't bad. I just love how Noelle, Solid, and Nebra kind of struggle to interact with one another. Nebra is the most at ease but she's being a bit of a bully to Solid and thinking Noelle would want to irritate him similarly, which is her still not really connecting with Noelle on her level.
They are a messy family. A very broken family. But I won't ever let go of the idea that they can find some way to reconnect with each other.
23) that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)
This snippet here is from a very short fic where I imagined Nacht denying after the battle in Spade and reuniting with Morgen in the afterlife. It was inspired by a scene from the series Demon Slayer where siblings Daki and Gyuutarou have a moment declaring their love and loyalty to each other as siblings before descending into Hell for their sins.
In the void between life and death, there was no way to tell how long the embrace had lasted.
The brothers eventually parted. Morgen wiped away the last of his tears. Nacht looked down at his feet.
“Have you been waiting here this whole time?”
“Yes. I couldn’t bring myself to move on without making sure you’d be alright.”
“I’m sorry I let you down.”
Morgen placed a hand on Nacht’s shoulder and Nacht looked up to meet his eyes. “You fought to protect Clover and the other countries. You used the power of devils for good. I couldn’t be more proud.” His smile turned sad. “My only regret is that you didn’t live any longer. But at least we’re reunited.”
“Not for long.” Nacht squeezed his eyes shut to keep himself from crying. “You’re probably going to heaven now and I…”
“You’ve worked for repentance,” Morgen assured. “And if heaven still doesn’t take you, I’ll gladly go to hell with you. We’re family, no matter what.”
Nacht gave a bitter smile. He removed Morgen’s hand from his shoulder but kept it in his grip.
“If you’re really okay with that…”
SIBLING LOYALTY! FAUST BROTHER REUNION (in a way that's different from canon)! AAAHHHHHHH!
24) that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"
This is less of a "huh?! I wrote something this incredible?!" shock at my own work and more of a "huh?! I wrote something that's kinda pretty horny?!" embarrassing shock. Like, akhsgaiurh! It's the closest I'll ever come to write, you know, smut and it's lowkey embarrassing for me to look back on. I of course love what I wrote, but I'm shocked by it still! I wrote this?!
Josele said nothing, instead moving in to kiss Morgen which he happily accepted. And this kiss, it felt like something more. More strength and heat.
Morgen was sure that his whole body was shaking as he dared to press further. He let go of Josele’s hand but only to caress her face, to hold and reassure her. Josele parted her lips and let him deepen the kiss. It felt clumsy, messy even, but he could not hold back any of his fervor. And neither could Josele by the feel of her hands balling up around the fabric of his tunic.
Want. Yearning. Desire. Whatever it was called, Morgen gave into it. The warm affection he felt increased, bordering on a burning passion.
He leaned in closer, pressed more firmly.
Caught up in the moment, Morgen ended up pushing Josele down onto the couch. Or perhaps Josele had pulled Morgen on top of her. Either way, Morgen now hovered over Josele on the couch. Their kiss broke, eyes locking in that breath, only for them to go in for another.
Josele’s hands moved up to Morgen’s shoulders before her arms loosely wrapped around his neck. She undid the tie in his hair and tangled her hands in his locks. The sensation, her fingers combing through his hair and leaving a ghost of her touch, sent a shiver down Morgen’s spine.
Morgen enjoyed moments of simple intimacy, ones that were innocent and tentative. That was for certain.
But this raw yet divine passion…
He hadn’t realized how much he craved it.
Please, let me have all of you, Josele, he thought, hoping the heat of his lips on hers conveyed the words. Let me give all of myself to you.
AAAAAAHHHHHH! I don't know how my brain came up with this kind of steamy content! But I did!
#questions from the ask box#🖤 anon#soda asides#ask game#pardon me for being embarrassed for writing the tamest kind of steamy scene#there is far more hardcore stuff out there#but i'm kinda weakwilled in that area
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I require sex Ed from red
what exactly is aftercare and is it subs the only people who receive aftercare or doms too
Ive never been so happy to get a question because this is something that NEEDS to be talked about.
Content warnings apply obviously, read at your own discretion.
Aftercare is basically exactly what it sounds like: care after intimacy. I say intimacy instead of sex because when people hear the word sex they automatically think 1. Penetration or 2. Climax.
You don't need either to want/need aftercare.
Aftercare is something that everybody needs. Period. End of discussion.
The common misconception is that only Subs really need after care because aftercare is stereotyped to be physical and nothing more. The truth is that everybody involved requires some level of aftercare. It's just that Dom's tend to require a different level of aftercare most times.
Society tends to shame doms, especially sadistic ones, so it can be hard to look at the damage you've done on another person after a scene. This is why it's incredibly important to let your dom know when they're doing something good and when you're enjoying something so that way they don't get too far into their heads. Dom drop isn't something that's talked about frequently enough but it's just as serious as sub drop.
Oftentimes Dom's like to pamper their subs with physical touch or words of affirmation to kiss their wounds and aches. This is so that way they can see themselves comforting their subs and remind themselves that the intimacy was mutually consensual and enjoyable for both parties.
Just because Dom's after care looks different than a Subs after care doesn't mean that they aren't as equally as important.
That being said, aftercare looks very different for every single person. After care is simply what makes you feel the most comforted, safe, and loved as possible after intimacy. So of course it's going to look different for each person.
This is why it is crucial to communicate with the person you want to get intimate with to see what aftercare looks like for them and so that they can know what it looks like for you.
Below is a non-exhaustive list of what aftercare can look like, remember after care can be combined with multiple things and can even change. Some people like aftercare for certain scenes while others like the same consistent aftercare. It's okay to change your mind about after care or want different things at different times.
You should always have aftercare in some capacity because sex can be very adrenaline inducing and your mind sort of shifts with all of those happy chemicals going into it. That's why it's so important to bring yourself back to reality slowly with aftercare so that way you don't feel that "drop" sensation that's often referred to as sub drop or Dom drop.
Those drops can happen to anybody in any sort of scene, you don't have to necessarily be a part of the BDSM community to feel those drops but they just happen more frequently with that community since their scenes are more intense. You can drop in just about any intimate scenario which is why aftercare is so important.
You also just want to make sure that your partner feels loved and safe throughout the entire experience instead of assuming that they feel safe. Just because there is a safe word in place doesn't mean that they always feel safe or comforted or loved. Aftercare is a time for you and your partner to connect and make each other feel even more loved than the act itself.
Aftercare examples:
Showering (together or alone)
Baths (together or alone)
Washing down with a washcloth
Blankets
Pillows
Stuffed animal friends
Comfort clothes
Clean clothes
Getting dressed (together or alone)
Words of affirmation/reassurance
A conversation discussing it
Pillow talk
Physical comfort/reassurance
Massages
Cuddling
A hug
A kiss
Holding hands
Watching something together
Cooking
Eating
Drinking
Grooming each other or yourself
Space alone
Comforting silence
Time together afterwards
A nap
Lotion
Skin care
Just listen to your partner and communicate your needs and everything will work out.
#i need to make a Reds Education tag for this kinda thing#cuz i think theres enough asks to just make a tag for it#i want a funny one tho that wont get me sensored#like Shhh The Adults Are Talking#or Code Steamy#idk#its a work in progress#asks
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(Someone on IG affirmed that I should post this so yeah)
Anyways if we want to make AI SEEM like a serious problem, people should make Joe Biden and Benjamin Netanyahu have hot steamy and creamy sex, and have it sent to the said politicians. Like absolute throbbing backshots, bed-gripping- okay I'll stop
#text post#I kinda regret writing this#not bc of the ai thing#but how I described the steamy sex part#fuck ai art#fuck ai everything#fuck ai all my homies hate ai#fuck ai
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