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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Disheveled Confession

Prompt: Surprising each other with chocolates/flowers.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Gn!Reader *Reader is referenced to have Aerokinetic abilities

Requested By: @skylions-den

Words: ~700

With everyone around the school whispering about who they were going to ask to be their Valentines, or asking each other out for the Valentines themed dance, you felt a constant hum of butterflies in your stomach.

You had already been asked out a few times by various people, each of whom you had to let down easy. There was only one person you were interested in, but you weren't positive they felt the same.

Even with doubt on your mind and anxiety in your chest, you had every intention of giving him the chocolates you had sought out specifically for him.

You had no idea if he would care, or if he would understand the intention behind them, but that was not going to stop you.

The chocolates were shoved in your bag, taking up all the room left, as you marched through the mansion, looking for the silver haired mutant. The longer it took to find him, the harder it was for you to stay confident.

Looking into one final room, and still not seeing him, you let out a defeated sigh. Maybe he was in town? Or maybe he was with someone. That thought sent a sharp ache through your chest. But you pushed the thought away and made your way up to the roof. One of your favorite places to sit in silence.

Sitting on the edge of the roof, you looked out over the school campus as a light breeze blew through your hair. Lifting a finger you formed a small whirl of air, scooping up all the leaves on the roof, before letting them fall into a pile in the corner.

Hearing a sharp whistle, barely audible, followed by a whisp of air, Peter was suddenly standing beside you on the roof. You felt your heart leap lightly as you looked over at him.

Lifting his goggles as he stared down at you, he let out a soft breath "I've been looking for you, should have known you'd be up here."

You blinked "You've been looking for me?"

He nodded before he sat down in front of you, "I wanted to give you something."

Watching as he reached into his jacket, you felt your heart flutter.

Pulling out a small bundle of disheveled tulips, Peter looked at them for a second with a frown.

"Oh. Oops. Sorry, I put them in my jacket to keep them safe from the wind." He slowly handed them to you.

Taking them you smiled, repressing a giggle as your cheeks and neck warmed up. They may have been slightly beaten and bent, but they were still beautiful. Meeting his eyes, you could tell he had a nervous air about him.

"You got me flowers?"

He smiled softly and nodded "I know you've been asked by like several people to be their Valentines, and to go to the dance with them, but I thought- well, I hoped, maybe, I had a chance."

"Yes."

His eyes met yours with surprise as you smiled, caught off guard by your own eagerness.

"I was hoping you might ask.

He adjusted nervously "You were?"

You nodded "Yes. Oh!" Remembering the chocolates, you reached down into your bag, you pulled on the box of chocolates, having to yank them out with force.

You chuckled as you handed the bent box to him "I got you something too."

He smiled as he took the chocolates, recognizing them as his favorites.

Looking over at the flowers, seeing them in a similar state to the box, he grinned. "Thank you."

You smiled bashfully, feeling another nervous flutter as he inched forward to get a bit closer to you. "You're really gonna go to the dance with me?"

You nodded "I'd love to."

"And, uh" he cleared his throat lightly "You'll be my Valentine?"

You nodded again repressing a grin. He smiled brightly "And then after that?"

Shrugging lightly you smiled "After that?"

"You'll uh, still be with me?"

Unable to repress your grin any longer, you let out a soft giggle "Yes, I'll still be with you Peter. If that's what you want."

He nodded "It is, definitely is."

"Good, me too."

xx End xx

I kind of hate how this came out, but I hope you liked it lol

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 months

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Valentines day blurbs?

How about Y/N giving Lucifer a homemade duck plush holding a heart for valentines day? He'd probably love it!!

FUCK YOU LILITH, YOU TWO-TIMING BITCH!!!

A/n: I'm dead 😂, also adorable prompt.

Wetting your lips, you smiled to yourself fixing up the duck plush that you had sewn for Lucifer. It was your first Valentine's Day together and you wanted it to be special. Attaching the little heart, you hummed with satisfaction.

"Perfect."

Grabbing the plush duck, you made your way to where Lucifer was waiting for you. Your jaw dropping once you entered the room. It was all decked out, various ballon's encompassing the room. Various flowers in vases, rose petals on the ground. Your gaze finally falling to the man holding a box of chocolates in his arms with your favorite anima in plush form.

"W-what's all this?"

Giving you a sheepish smile, Lucifer let out s nervous laugh. "You deserve this and more...thank you for choosing me."

Shaking your head, you did your best to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. "Lucifer." He was to sweet, your heart was racing as you then shoved the duck in his face. "I MADE THIS FOR YOU."

Eye's going wide, Lucifer placed the gifts for you down onto a small table as he carefully took the plush duck from you. "You made this?" His lips quivered for a moment and before you had the chance to respond Lucifer pulled you into his arms, the duck squished between you to as he kissed you deeply.

Breaking the kiss, he then nuzzled his head against your own. A light giggle escaping your lips as he clung to you. "You're so wonderful, happy Valentine's day beautiful."

Placing your hand on Lucifer's cheek, it was cute seeing his smile face. "Happy Valentine's Day Lucifer."

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cupcakeinat0r · 4 months

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<3 Valentine’s Breakfast w/ DadBod!Miguel <3

[NSFW]

With the sun rays flowing in through the curtains, your eyes flutter open, your blurred vision focusing in on the gorgeous man lying on top of you. This is usually how it is. You start the night laying on his hairy and soft chest, but after tossing and turning through the night, you two never failed to end up in this position. It sort of just happens. You believe it’s Miguel’s need to protect you in every sense of the word, so he just absentmindedly engulfs you in his sleep.

Miguel was a big man. In every way. It was sort of hard to breathe when he was on you like this.

But that was more than ok. In fact, you thrived on the feeling of all his body weight on yours, his face snuggled deep into the crook of your neck and his Herculean arms wrapped around you, not too tight, but just enough so that you weren’t going anywhere. And yes, his snoring was loud, but you learned to love it, it becoming the music to your ears on mornings like this.

It only takes you a few seconds for it to click.

It’s Valentine’s Day.

You smile to yourself, excited about all things you have planned for Miguel. But first… to figure out how the hell you were gonna get Gigantor off of you.

Unable to move, your head isolated, you look around for ideas. With your free hand, you reach for the blanket, slowly pulling it off of him in hopes he’ll move off of you to wrap himself in it again. Your idea succeeds, and he frees you just enough for you to sneak off the bed.

In the most cautious way humanely possible, you sneak out of the room (not before you softly kiss his forehead) and into the kitchen. You weren’t too worried, though. Miguel didn’t get to sleep in a lot like this due to his work, but when he did, not even a geographical disaster could wake him. You were safe.

You start listing in your head all the things you remembered you wanted to make him.

Your hands were ace in the kitchen. Everything you made, Miguel loved. One of his favorite parts of the day was coming home after a long day of work and into the arms of his cute sweet little housewife, a plate of delicious warm food already ready for him on the table. It’s kinda funny; it’s you he blames for his weight gain, but you always reply with how much you absolutely love him that way, accompanied by a kiss and a playful smack to his juicy butt (which has also gotten larger, props to you).

You slave away in the kitchen, making sure everything was perfect, even down to exacting the edges of your heart-shaped pancakes, which matched the heart-shaped strawberry slices.

You go to check on the sleeping giant. He’s still knocked out thankfully, except he’s on his back now, hugging a pillow (thinking it’s you no doubt). Aw.

You notice that the blanket wasn’t on him anymore, which allowed you a beautiful view.

His dark wavy hair sprinkled with hints of gray tussled from his sleep. His 5 o'clock shadow framing his perfect, dark, plump lips. His thick neck, chest and arms, peppered with dark hair as well, resting beautifully. His soft midsection, rising and falling with each dad snore. Near his happy trail was a prominent tent, the print of his huge cock tightening his briefs. You bit your bottom lip at his morning wood. God, this man was too perfect for his own good. You could feel yourself salivate as you remind yourself of all the other things you had to get to like decorations or lighting the candles or the rose petals…

It doesn’t take much for you to give into your urges. He won’t miss the candles or any decorations anyways…

He’ll appreciate what you’re about to do way more.

You silently climb onto the foot of the bed, your face dangerously close to the bulge. You give it a small caress, your hands gently molding around the shaft on top of the fabric of his boxers. You look up when you evoke a barely audible groan from Miguel, who’s still asleep.

You apply just a little more pressure in your next caress, this time making his dick twitch and his hips faintly buck up into your hand, his instinctive neediness signaling you to proceed with your lustful endeavor.

You then lift the band of his boxers, his completely hardened cock immediately springing up. You have to literally suck in your lips to muffle a moan.

Your eyes drink in his perfectly shaped bush at the end of his delicious happy trail, the pumped veins going up his shaft, the singular drop of pre-cum already running down, and finally his fat tip. He was perfect.

You use the juice already there as lubricant, slowly stroking his dick, the other hand on his thick, hairy thigh for support.

You start to feel Miguel‘s thighs contract and hips slightly bucking up some more, little grunts escaping his lips. His arms tense up as well, his muscles clenching around the poor pillow.

His small, slow thrusts drove you crazy, not able to wait any longer to put your mouth to use. You test the waters by giving his tip soft licks, swirling your tongue on it in lazy, annoyingly slow circles.

This grants you a few quiet hums from him, his belly and round pecs rising and falling faster, his body telling you to keep going for him.

Faint ‘Ffuuuckkk’s and ‘Mmm’s were sighed in his sleep, brows furrowed, lips in a pout; signs that you were doing amazing.

You then take him in completely, hollowing out your mouth for him as much as you possibly can, because as mentioned before, this man is big.

You bob your head slowly a few times. It’s when you pull him out with a pop! and start treating it like your own popsicle does his eyes finally slowly open, his lips curling when he looks down at his now very cock drunk girlfriend with a satisfied smirk. His chuckle is low and silk-like, his morning voice making your cunt clench around nothing.

“Well,” his breathing remains labored, his jaw hanging open, “Good morning to you too, Mamita… Mmfuck.”

He says as you maintain eye contact, your lips wrapped around his long and thick member, tongue tracing along a vein. You pull away with a wet smack before saying, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy”, in the most sing song tone of voice.

Miguel tuts at your adorable yet seductive response, “ay, beba, so thoughtful n’ good to me…do that again...” he pleads.

“Like this, Daddy?” You ask, lapping your tongue over his tip just the way he likes it.

“Oh-oh fuck… si, just like that, mamita, así, goood girllll.” his head falls back against the headboard for a moment to sigh before looking back down at you again, seeing his balls in your mouth as your thumb works on his sensitive tip almost making him instantly burst.

You know he’s getting close when he starts panting, propping himself on his elbows and reaching a hand out to your scalp (it practically covers your entire head), gently applying pressure now that he’s in your mouth again. “Aw shit…. I’m close, mama, almost there… fuck, takin’ my fat cock so well, princesa…” He mutters apologies and thank you’s as he relentlessly rams into your mouth, his bush managing to meet the tip of your nose almost every time. He growls as he starts greedily thrusting his hips, face fucking his release into you.

You take your sweet time pulling him out of lips, making sure to get every single drop, your eyes on his the entire time. Once he’s out of your mouth, he sees you swallow, “Open,” and you do as he asks, “diablo, mami, eres tan sucia.” You begin to sit up, wiping your mouth, “Only for you, baby… C'mon, there’s some things in the kitchen for yo-“

“Oye, whoa whoa whoa,” He grabs your hand as you’re about to leave the bed and pulls you toward himself, “I didn’t say we were finished, did I?”

You fall into the bed again, Miguel guiding your hips onto his lap as he sloppily makes out with you, his tongue practically down your throat. “I’m not done with you yet, nena,” he mumbles against your lips.

He lays back down on the bed, “C’mere. Sientate.” He brings his hands up to his face motioning for you to sit on your throne.

You wince, now realizing you forgot that you had meant to shave last night.

“Babe, noooo wait... I haven’t shaved…”

Miguel furrows his brows, a confused scowl on his face.

“Mama. Look me in the face and tell me if I look like I care.” You begin to smile seeing how Miguel was starting to look genuinely mad at you for saying such a ridiculous thing.

“Now, I said sientate. I’m hungry.” He says sternly.

“You sureee? You really don't have to-”

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He commands. This man wasn’t playing any games. He was starving.

Your smile widens at his insistence. Your boyfriend was a real man.

Placing your hands on his hairy, thick body for support, you scoot your way up to his face, Miguel’s grin getting wider as your wet cunt comes into full view.

“So perfect for me, fuck,” His voice is sweet and tender now, planting a few equally tender kisses on your inner thighs, making sure to show them some love before you squeeze his head between them like a melon. “Te amo mucho, you know that, mama? Wanna make you feel good, beba.”

“Mhm,” You nod, biting your lip as the breath of his voice tickles your womanhood.

If Miguel could, he would just live in between your thighs just like this for all of eternity. His absolute favorite place in the whole world. “N' when I tell you to sit on my face, yo nunca quiero ir ese porqueria, understood?”

His stern tone made both your heart and pussy flutter. “Yessir.”

Your hands use the edge of the headboard as support, tentatively hovering your hips over his face as he showers your inner thighs with loving pecks and nibbles, the smack of his lips making your pussy clench again.

One of his big hands steadies your hips with a tight grip, the other moving your panties aside to reveal your unshaven lips.

“Prettiest pussy ever…. y todo es mio. Fuck, you’re so wet, mamita, did I do that?” He speaks mockingly.

You sigh when his lips kiss your clit, his tongue following shortly after by flicking it a couple times. You hear him grunt beneath you after having to lift his head off the bed to reach your hole.

"Baby, sit down. All of your body weight." He's short with his words. It sounds more like an order than a request.

"But Miguel-"

He breathes out, "You're really testing my patience, mama." And with that, his massive hands wrap firmly around your waist and pull you down, a yelp falling from your mouth as he feasts on your sensitive pussy.

Miguel is the definition of a munch. His head movement adds to the stimulation, moving it up and down, side to side; any effort to submerge his face deeper into your folds. His nose, the perfect size and shape that brushes against your clit while he simultaneously slurps and tongue fucks your cunt. The vibrations of his ‘Mmmph’s, the scruff of his face rubbing against your inner thighs, and softly pressing your clit between his tongue and front teeth were the cherry on top.

Your sounds are pornographic as he eats you out. When you're unable to sit up straight anymore due to the immense pleasure, you lean back, hands landing behind you on his soft pecs, pushing into them in an effort to get some kind of break, but Miguel wasn't having it. Plus, he was way stronger than you. There was no escaping him. A small part of you wondered how he was going so long without coming up for air, but you quickly answer your own question when you remember that your man loves to eat, and when he does, he’s like a starved man. Each time you pushed, his grasp only got stronger, but as much as you pushed, you truthfully didn't want him to stop. Ever.

"B-baby, baby… I- I- c-can't," you cry, unable to speak without stopping mid-sentence to let out a whine, "I'm so close, Daddy, don't stop, please, don't stop, don't stop!" You became a broken record, all sense leaving your body. The only thing on your mind was Miguel's mouth ravishing your weeping cunt. You sat forward again, now tugging on his hair, making him hum further and fueling his hunger. "Mmmph fuck! I won't mama, I won't, don't worry... I'll give you whatever you want," You began to literally ride his face, desperately chasing your climax with his hands slapping against your ass. Miguel was in heaven with this view, bucking his own hips into the air from how perfect you looked like this.

“Mmm… such a dirty fuckin’ girl you are,” smack, “wakin' me up like this… ay, que ricoooo, sabe tan dulce,” smack, “puta madre, Puedo vivir de este coño y nada más…” both his voice, an octave lower, and the wet, sucking sounds of his mouth helped uncoil the knot in your stomach, bursting on his handsome face.

Your hips stutter and your jaw falls open when you cum, Miguel drinking in your juices as if he’s been stranded on the Sahara for weeks. You could’ve split his skull into two, that’s how hard you pressed your thighs together, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Miguel finally lets you go, allowing you to sit on his chest now, both of you catching your breaths. He smirks back up at you, and you roll your eyes, blushing. "awww, mi princesita gets all shy when I make her cum, eh?"

"Leave me aloooneeee." With Miguel’s big hands as support and guidance, he rolls over, so he’s still in between your legs, but you’re now the bottom, and him the top. With your legs now around his waist, He chuckles at you and goes to kiss your flushed cheeks.

Then he goes in for a sweet, romantic kiss on the lips. You feel safe and taken care of while feeling his body weight on you again, his soft tummy against yours and his big muscly arms wrapped securely around you. You can feel his cock twitch against your overstimulated cunt, completely soaked from his second climax from simply eating you out, no doubt. He moves any hair on your face aside, caressing your cheek when he does.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, princesita. Have I told you how much I love you?” He coos, pure adoration in his eyes.

You manage a soft, tired smile, “Every day. I love you, too.” you chuckle, “Oh! I made you breakfast! You must be hungry, baby…” you say, as you start getting up.

He gently stops you, and you lay back down.

“I am… but not for food.”

Safe to say the feast you prepared was cold by the time y’all got to the kitchen<3

Hope u liked it <3 It's a bit longer but I've been thinking alottttt about this tee hee!!!

This is a culmination of my thots and the thots of some of my hot moots, so Tysm @mybvalentine @gltzpzy for the ideas <3

Happy Valentine’s season, my loves!!! Wishing everyone not only a day but a whole new year of love. Not just romantic love, but also the love of your friends, family, and above all, the love for yourself <3

Speak to yourself kindly, treat your heart nicely, and consume all the chocolate!!!! You deserve ittt!!!

P.s. n if u don’t have a Valentine’s, I’ll happily be urs 🤭 MWAH!

- Cupcake xoxo

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

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shu-porang-porang · 3 months

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Cat In Heat

You got him a little surprise!

(sequel: Bunny In Heat)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader

Rating: Very Explicit!

Theme: Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: oral, fingering, butt plug, spanking, unprotected sex (do not try at home!), (I think that's enough! let's keep some elements of surprise!)

Word count: 2.8 k

You received a text from Minho: “Hey baby, I’m gonna hit the gym and grab a bite with Jisung next.”

He arrived at 4 a.m. so you didn’t expect him to go to the gym first thing when he woke up, but apparently that’s what he’s gonna do. He was away for only 3 days but you missed him so much it was gnawing at your every fiber. Last night you only noticed his arrival when the mattress dipped next to you and then he spooned you. You tried to fight your sleep weary eyes and wake up to greet him properly but his warmth and the comfort of his presence lulled you back to sleep seconds later. When you woke up this morning, leaving the bed was the hardest thing, you just wanted to stay tangled up with his limbs but you had to leave for work. You slowly slipped out the bed, trying to not wake him up in the process, then placed the softest kiss on his temple, you couldn’t wait to get back and feast on his lips later.

You can’t wait for this work day to be over. Your mind is somewhere else entirely, you’re thinking of the little gift you prepared for him. Two days ago was Valentines Day and he was away. Since it was your first valentine together, you were bummed that you couldn’t spend it with him, but you knew what you got yourself into when you started dating a very busy idol, so you put up a front and did your best to assure him it didn’t matter and you weren’t upset. There’s no point in making a fuss about it anyway, it’s not like they would cancel their plans because you wanted to be with your boyfriend. He said he’d make it up to you later and you decided you can plan a belated valentine when he’s back. Little did he know, you’ve been preparing something for him for weeks. You just can’t decide on the right time to give it to him.

You’re done for the day and there’s nothing else for you to do at work, you ask your boss if you could leave earlier and he says yes. So, you rush to your shared apartment. You have some time before he’s home so you decide to unpack his suitcase. As you’re going through his stuff, you find a box of chocolate, you can’t read the Japanese written all over it, but there’s no doubt it’s chocolate. He always brings you some souvenir so without giving it much thought, you open the box and try one. Well, it’s nothing special, just descent chocolate. Not every souvenir has to be something unique, right? You place it on the drawer and go back to your task at hand.

As time passes by, you start to feel impatient and on edge. It’s like when you have lots of caffein and you get jittery, except that it’s more of a warm feeling, it settles deep in your stomach. It’s not exactly uncomfortable but you’re not sure what’s causing it so you decide to distract yourself by checking the little surprise you got for Minho. You take out the stuff you hid in the back of your bottom drawer and sprawl them out on the bed. It’s an outfit you’ve put together. White and pink lingerie, stockings, garters, a chocker, and few other accessories, but the most exciting parts of the ensemble are the fluffy cat ears and tail. You pick up the tail, feel the weight of the plug attached to it. It was the last item you got and you haven’t come around to try it yet. Suddenly you worry you won’t be able to wear it. What if you can’t get used to it and have to take it off? You don’t know when you’re gonna give him his gift, but you decide to try it now that you’re alone and see if you can handle it.

You take your pants and panties off, hold the tail in your hand, not sure how to go about it. You poke the tip of the shiny plug to your hole but you stop as you can’t get it in even the slightest. Idiot! You need to prepare with lube first! Your hands fidget through the drawer with excitement in search for the lube you bought. You picked a very specific flavor, caramel, hoping it would taste similar to pudding! Too bad they didn’t have a pudding flavor! You lather a finger up and try again. It’s really uncomfortable but you wanna do it for him and you will do it. It’s a weird feeling, having a finger up your butt, and you think there’s no way it’s gonna get loose enough for the plug to fit in but you don’t give up. The warm feeling in your stomach from earlier encourages you to keep going. You move that finger around till you feel less resistance, then you take it out to lube up two fingers this time. You don’t wanna get too loose or the plug will fall out? Is that even a thing? You don’t know, so you decide to give the plug a try. You carefully pour lube on the plug, you don’t wanna ruin the fur, then you push it in and it fits perfectly! You clench and unclench your sphincter a few times, testing how it feels, then you stand up and check yourself in the mirror.

Watching the tail dangling from between your butt cheeks turns you on instantly. You immediately rid yourself of the rest of your clothes to put all the parts of the ensemble on. You pose in front of the mirror. You spend some time putting on a light cute makeup while enjoying a second piece of chocolate, then take another look at your entire outfit. Wow! You look so fuckable!! If only Minho got home sooner. You take a photo of your thigh hugged tightly by the stockings and the garter and send it to him along with: “Are you really gonna hang out with that stupid Ji while I’m waiting for you like this?”

A few seconds later you receive a text from him: “On my way, be there in 10 minutes”

He finally gets home. He’s heart been racing since he laid eyes on that photo and he’s been sporting a semi-hard cock all along. Good thing his oversized hoodie covered it up. He opens the door to the apartment to find you stretched out on the couch, practically humping a cushion.

“Holy fuck! What’s gotten into you today?” He says as he approaches you in disbelief. His eyes scanning your outfit and becoming wide in shock as he notices the tail poking from under the mini skirt covering your ass.

“I’m just being hot for my boyfriend, is that wrong?” You say, stretching like a cat and raising your ass in the air. The skirt rides up and he sees that the tail isn’t a strap on or attached to the skirt.

He kneels next to the couch, running a hand up your thigh till it reaches where the tail inserts your body. He gives the plug an experimental push that draws a whimper from you.

“Kitty’s in heat, huh? What a naughty lil kitty. I’ll take care of you, pussy cat.” His hand comes in contact with your drenching pussy as he says the last word. You mewl in need. Your skin is on fire and his touch feels too good to be true. You can’t think straight, all you know is that you need him next to you, on you, in you, you just want him to take you right then and there.

He picks you up effortlessly and carries you to the bedroom, plops you on the bed and causes the plug to go a bit deeper, drawing a hiss from you. You sit up and get on your knees, reaching for his hand to drag him to bed.

“Easy baby, what’s the rush?” He says as his free hand is unbuttoning his shirt. Despite your needy erratic movements, he’s so calm, mostly just enjoying the view of your eagerness.

As soon as he gets on the bed, you reach to unbuckle his belt. He watches you in silence, the way your dainty fingers struggle with the belt and his waistband. You pull his pants and boxers down and he eases out of them. His cock springs free and you don’t hesitate to attach your lips to it. Usually it’s not how things go, you haven’t even kissed him once since he arrived, but your head is filled with carnal desires and you don’t need foreplay to get in the mood.

He leans back on his elbows as your head bobs up and down on his member, bringing it to life fast. You lick a fat stripe from the base to the top, your tongue teases the head with playful licks, his low grunts are melody to your ears. Precum pearls on the tip and you collect it all with your tongue. You wrap your lips around the tip again and give it a few sucks. He sits back up to stop you.

“I won’t last long if you keep that up.” he lifts your chin up, and fixes your cat ear headpiece “Aigoo! What a dirty little kitty.” He coos at you with his eyes fixed on your lips, all swollen and red, so kissable. You get the cue and move closer, clashing your lips. Kissing him after days feels like you’ve been deprived of oxygen and you can finally breathe. You straddle him, your fingers in his soft locks, his hands around your shoulders, your chests heave against one another. You push him on his back as you deepen the kiss, you hungrily suck on his tongue and pull his lips between your teeth. You only stop when your lungs are burning. You hide your face in his neck as you’re gasping for air, your core finding a rhyme to ride his thigh. You moan out his name at the new found friction. You’re not wearing any panties; you thought it wouldn’t be practical with a plug up your butt. Your slick coats his muscular thigh.

“Is kitty having a good time?”

“…mmh” you can’t form words, your brain already signed off and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You suck a spot under his ear while his hand reaches down to squeeze your butt cheek under the skirt.

“Then do me a favor and sit that pretty pussy down on my face.”

You don’t hesitate to follow his order. His tongue skillfully laps at your wet core, his nose nudges your clit. You try not to move but you have no control over your body anymore. Your hips move on their own, riding his face, so he gives your ass a slap as a warning. A loud squeak escapes your lips. You do your best to behave but how can you when now he’s sucking on your clit, while hooking a finger inside you and toying with the plug at the same time. He stops all stimulations at once when he realizes your close.

“…Min…… please”

“Naughty kitties don’t get to come so easily. Now get on fours”

You comply, what else would you do? You’d jump off a cliff if he told you so. You wiggle your ass to his face as he’s closely observing where the plug disappears inside you. Your outfit’s still intact but it’s not gonna last long. He pulls the plug out without warning and replaces it with his tongue. Instantly you hear his satisfied groan, he’s probably enjoying your choice of lubricant. You push back on his face, needing more friction. He brings a hand to rub around your clit while his teeth graze your rim. Your arousal drips shamelessly on the sheets, it’s like a leaky faucet, that’s how good he’s having you now. You never even imagined having your asshole eaten would feel good, something’s really gotten into you. He stops his ministrations just as you’re starting to feel the orgasm build up for the second time. He steps back to admire the view before shoving the plug back in and give you new instructions.

“Close your thighs and press them tight for me princess.”

You look back and see him aligning his oozing cock.

“Just… fuck me… already”

“Too soon…” he forcefully shoves his cock in the small gap between your thighs “…ughhh….for that”

After a few thrusts, he’s fully covered in your juices so he picks up the pace as it slides easier. His member rubs on your clit with every thrust but it’s nowhere near enough to get you off. He gives you a slap that makes you press your thighs harder, so he gives you another, and another, and another. You press your head to the pillow to muffle your yelps. You think you might be reaching a climax this time but no. He takes the plug out and flips you around. This time you don’t just complain with words, but tears are running down your face. You’re a mess.

“Oh little kitty, why the tears? Was I too harsh with my sweet angel?” he says as he towers over you and leans to kiss your tears away.

“No…. just….wanna cum”

“You will baby. You will”

He kisses your face some more and moves down to your neck and chest. He yanks your frilly chocker with his teeth and throws it on the bed, so he can properly kiss and mark your neck. Then he unhooks the lacy matching bra and discards it somewhere else in the room. His hands come in contact with your soft breasts, his thumbs rub your nipples simultaneously and your lips part in a whimper.

“My gorgeous lil kitty” he admires as he continues to knead your breasts and then dips to take one pebbled nipple between his teeth. His tongue twirls around it and he closes his lips on it to suck. His hand travels south to slip between your folds and find your entrance. He has two fingers inside you, with his thumb pressing down on your clit. You buck your hips up to his touch. He lets go of your nipple and comes back up to kiss your lips with his fingers still inside you. You’re so lost in the hot sloppy kiss that before you know it, his dick takes the place of his fingers in you. Fucking finally!

You bite his shoulder as he bottoms out in one go and the stretch overwhelms you. He moans in your ear from your delicious tightness.

“Please….Move baby” you plead and he obeys. Caging you between his hands on either side of your head, he takes his sweet time with slow thrusts. He pushes your thighs to your chest and throws your legs over his shoulders. With this new angle he reaches deep inside, hitting your cervix with every single thrust. It doesn’t take you long to feel the knot in your stomach again for the… you don’t even know how many times he got you there and left you unfulfilled. You tightly hold onto him as his thrusts get faster.

“ugh… gonna…. c..cum…”

“Cum for me… angel” he kisses your parted lips, muffling your moans, as your orgasm finally washes over you. He reaches a hand down to pinch your clit, your entire body jolts with each pinch as you’re riding out your orgasm. It’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had, well, you’d say that about every orgasm with him, but this one really hits different. Your fluttering walls around him milk him dry and a string of curses leaves his lips as he joins you. He rides his climax, still thrusting into you until your mixed cum forms a ring around his base.

He pulls out and falls on top of you, you don’t mind the weight, you’re too tired to care anyway and he feels like a heavy blanket, you don’t even care about your sticky bodies or sheets. You think you could die happy at this moment but he gets up to clean you before you drift off to sleep. He takes a good look at your fucked out state “Gosh! Baby you’re so hot. I love you so much”. You smile with your eyes closed “love you too”. You’re almost entering dreamland when he startles you:

“Fuck! Baby you ate these chocolates?” He found the open box of chocolates you left on the drawer.

“..mhmm”

“Did you know these were aphrodisiacs?”

“WHAT?” suddenly you’re fully awake, your eyes darting towards his direction.

“I wanted to try them together.” He says with an evident pout on his face.

“There’s still plenty left bunny boy.”

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sharksnshakes · 3 months

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I Knew You Would - Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy, your coworker and friend, does not want to just be friends. Too bad he hasn't told you that.

AN; honestly this fits with any post-re2 leon era, but i had death island on the brain. horrible movie. one of my absolute favorites. happy late valentine's

Wordcount; 226

TW; um... use of 'pookie' ig 😭 its ironic guys i swear

Leon's never been one for sappy shit. He doesn't have it in him, not after... well, everything. A lifetime of zombies and paperwork will do that to you. Still, when you set down a teddy bear on his desk with the utmost authority, he finds himself more confused than annoyed.

"His name's Pookie," you say, gesturing to the lettering on the pink ribbon around the bear's neck.

"Good morning to you, too," Leon mutters, leaning back in his chair and looking up at you with furrowed brows.

"For Valentine's Day," you add, pushing the bear closer to Leon. "Since we were both working."

Never mind the fact that you're just friends and nothing more. Just friends, even if Leon's been wanting to be more than friends for a long while now. Not that he's told you.

You lean against his desk, casual, as if you're not on the clock right now. "Was gonna get one for Chris, but I didn't think he'd appreciate it the same way you would."

"You thought I'd appreciate this?" he asks, trying and failing to tamp down the amused grin tugging at his lips.

"Oh, I knew you would."

He huffs out a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're too much."

You laugh as you walk away. "You love me, Kennedy."

If only you knew how right you were.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil death island #drabble #leon kennedy x yn #leon kennedy x you #bestie leon kennedy #valentines day fic #maybe a drabble series...?

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totallynotcoffeeturtle · 3 months

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Kiss me under the milky twilight

Masterlist

(From the 6th to 30th April, I am having a mini 100 follower milestone event!)

Tags: Scaramouche x GN!reader, modern au, fluff Summary: Where Scaramouche celebrates Valentine's day with you, even if he's late.

Scaramouche pushes his glasses up while blinking tiredly. Not even the 10th cup of coffee can keep him up for any longer. The file and its blinking mouse begin to look like they are taunting him to no end with the tall pile of paperwork sitting beside him. He lets his forehead hit the desk with a ‘thunk’ while his eyelids shut under their own weight. The moment he is about to drift to dreamland, his own alarm wakes him up. Scaramouche looks at the clock on his cursed computer and is shocked awake. Fuck, he hasn’t prepared anything for you! It is already 23:00 on the 14th! He was supposed to buy the chocolate for you before the last store closed but of course his dumbass boss just had to dump more work on him. ‘You’re a great asset.’ He calls bullshit but he still needs money to buy you your favorite things. He groans. No matter how mean or rude he may act, he has never forgotten to buy you gifts on Valentine’s and any other occasion you like to participate in.

Scaramouche stands up abruptly, puts on his coat, grabs his wallet and clocks out. It’s okay to be late, he thinks, as long as he can get to you before the end of the day, even if there is only an hour left. At this time, only a convenience store would be open so he runs to the nearby Family Mart and looks at the various options under the clerk’s judging stare. And he understands because who even rushes to buy chocolate in a convenience store at 23:00?? Scaramouche looks at the many flavors before picking your usual favorite dark chocolate. He also quickly grabs your favorite tea, pays for them both and makes a dash for your shared home.

You stand on your balcony, fiddling with the little plant that you got from the local fair boredly. Scaramouche knows how early you often go to sleep so he would always go back on time but this is the first time you had to wait for him for so long. Even the fancy dinner you made got cold in the meantime. You pout and push against the succulent’s leaves until you hear rapid footsteps and the gate unlocking. You run down the stairs quickly, opening the door and bumping right into his chest in the front yard. Scaramouche huffs at your excitement despite his heartbeat increasing like a teenage boy in love. He shoves the gifts he got into your hands, “Sorry for being late. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow with something better.” You grins and hugs him tightly, “Don’t worry about that, just come inside. My gift is in the fridge, waiting for you, love.” He holds you tight and kisses you deeply, mumbling against your soft lips adoringly, “What will I ever do without you…”

A/N: This is kinda rushed and the ending is weird but happy Valentine's day~ i'll be suffering for 8hrs later but it ain't important rn Taglist: @amyminhminh (comment if you want to be tagged in future scara x reader posts <3)

#genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #drabble #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #modern au #i swear i'm not a scara simp i just write for my bestie #happy valentines #valentines day #happy valentine's day

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imagineredwood · 3 months

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5. Neighbors 🏠

Summary: First he was your neighbor, then your friend, now your…Valentine?

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word count: 683

A/N: Haven't written for Jax in forever and somehow forgot that he's just so prettyyyyyy

The knock on your door was sharp yet soft as it rang out. It startled you, your phone tumbling from your hand and onto your lap as you cursed. Hand to your chest, you smiled knowing exactly who it was at your door just by the knock. You trotted up and unlocked your door, unsurprised to see Jax standing there with a lopsided smile. You were surprised, however, to see his hands. His arms were cradling a bouquet of pink roses, a pink teddy bear, a heart-shaped carton of chocolates, and a card. He shifted his weight to his other foot awkwardly, his smile warm but nervous-looking now.

"Good afternoon, darlin'."

You blinked, feeling heat starting to rise up on your cheeks and ears.

"Good afternoon, Jax."

He wiggled his arms a bit, his own cheeks taking on the slightest of a pink hue.

"I remember you saying that you didn't have a Valentine this year, or any of the other years for that matter. So I figured I'd spoil you."

Your heart thumped in your chest, your lips forming into a smile of their own accord.

"I...I don't know what to say."

The Son grinned, his boyish charm ever-present.

"Thank you would be fine."

You chuckled, willing the heat that prickled the tips of your ears to go away.

"Thank you, Jax."

You opened the door wide and let him into your home, not for the first time. He was your neighbor going on a year, and the both of you had enjoyed each other's company on and off in the recent months. He was a single dad and you were just single, both of you forming a friendship that every now and then seemed to be just a little bit more than that. You had a crush on him for a while now, late-night deep conversations making you fall for him on the nights when you watched the boys if needed. You'd learned about him and in turn, he'd learned about you. Which was exactly why he was here now.

He placed the items down on your counter and turned back to face you with a suddenly sheepish smile.

"Figured you didn't have a Valentine and neither did I, so it only made sense right?"

You nodded, butterflies in your stomach.

"I feel bad, I didn't get you anything. I didn't want to seem,..."

You trailed off and the Son smirked.

"Forward?"

You nodded and let out a soft laugh. I also didn't know if I had been reading too much into things."

Jax leaned back against your counter, and shrugged, blue eyes sparkling as they gazed at you.

"No reading too much into anything here. I'll have you if you'll have me."

He was playing it off cool, but the truth was he was just as nervous as you. He liked you, had for a while now, but shared the same apprehension as you. What if you were just being nice? What if you only wanted to be friends? What if he had just too much baggage? But seeing your giddiness, he knew the feeling was mutual. You smiled softly, his eyes drawn to the warmth of your smile and your eyes and he held both hands out towards you. Steps slow, you made your way up to him, placing your hands into his and sighing happily as they closed around yours. He tugged you into him suddenly, laughing at the gasp you let out as you tumbled into his chest. He placed his hands on your waist respectfully high and squeezed, his smile fading as he looked at you.

"I mean it. I like you. The boys like you. I'd say it's fair that you like me. So,"

His thumb was gentle as it traced circles into your side and you nodded softly, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, the flannel warm and comforting under your fingertips.

"If you're asking me to be your Valentine this year, then yes. I will."

Jax grinned, his perfect teeth on full display.

"And the years after that if I'm lucky."

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#imagines #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #jax teller x reader #jax teller #valentines day drabble event #samcro imagine

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writing-in-the-impala · 3 months

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Valentine’s Day with Remus Lupin

- he buys you flowers, not roses but your favourite flower, he spent all day looking for a florist who sells them as everyone was selling roses today

- He bought you his favourite book as he wants you to read it, he spent hours trying to find the best copy of it, it’s hardback and you know he spent a lot more money than necessary on it

- He left the flowers on the table for you because he’s too shy to give them you in person, but when he saw your huge smile he quickly encourage you to open the wrapped up present and watched you as you reacted, it filled his heart with warmth

- He cooked dinner for both of you, he kept asking if it’s oversalted while you ate but you assured him it’s perfect

- He fell asleep on the sofa as you listened to music in the evening, his arms around you. When you tried to move up to the bedroom he murmured “stay.”

#I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day but I thought writing something like this could be cute #this is just my opinion #happy valentine's day #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #drabble

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jinnxedy · 5 months

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gf Jill

I barely see any Jill content, so why not. I love this woman so much, you don't get it. Anyway, here are some headcannons :)

⭑ She loves when you're gentle with her. Soft touches and caresses are definitely her thing.

⭑ Overprotective lover. Not in a toxic way, she's just extra careful with you, Jill would hate to lose you.

⭑ You're her safe place, she's not afraid to open up or lean on you.

⭑ The only person that's allowed to touch her hair is you, no questions asked.

⭑ Speaking of hair, Jill lets you dye and cut it whenever she feels like it.

⭑ Loves when you play with her hair at night, especially after a really bad nightmare.

⭑ The feeling of your fingers running through her hair puts her to sleep in a matter of seconds.

⭑ This girl trusts you more than anything.

⭑ You're her top priority, nothing comes before you.

⭑ Would match jewelry with you, like bracelets or something, that would be so cute actually.

⭑ Loves kissing you, but it would be more of a private matter.

⭑ She's not big on PDA, but some handholding, a hand on your back or back pocket would be enough for her. She just needs some reassurance that you're still there without making it too extra.

⭑ Neck kisses are her favorite. Loves receiving them, but she adores giving them to you.

⭑ Jill is scared of hurting you in any way, so always expect soft and tender touches from her side.

⭑ She's more of a dog person. If i'm not mistaken, Jill had dog pictures laying around in her apartment in re3, so I could say with certain confidence that you two would own a dog or two.

⭑ I feel that it would be so cute if you two did your skincare together and everything.

⭑ She would appreciate the times you two just sit together in silence and enjoy your presence, it's so precious to her.

I need her, I'm not sane.

#resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #resident evil x reader #jill valentine #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x you #jill valentine resident evil #re3 remake #re3make #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #resident evil x you #resident evil fic #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 jill #wlw #lesbian #sapphic

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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Valentine's day prompt <3

getting asked out via a smudgy scribble on a coffee cup

bucky (any version you want) x plus size reader 🙏

never saw you comin'

pairing: bucky barnes x plus size!reader

warnings: kind of hinting at a soulmate au but not fully - i wasn't sure i wanted to commit to it lol. fluff. not really much else.

words: 1.7k

notes: thank you for sending this in!! happy valentine's day! hope you like it. <3 thank you in advance for reading. as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated!

"Hey, good to see you!" The familiar faced barista greeted as you walked up to the counter. You heard the chime of the entrance as someone else walked into the small cafe, coming to stand behind you as they waited their turn.

"Hey, good morning," you smiled. You looked up to her face to see her eyes set on whoever it was behind you. She looked a bit stunned until she blinked. Once, twice, and then her eyes were back to you as she tittered to herself. You were tempted to look behind you but that would be too obvious, so you decided to just pretend you hadn't seen her unusual change in demeanor.

"The usual or were you wanting something different today?" she asked, now very clearly trying to not look back up at you or the person stood behind you. Was it a celebrity? Maybe just someone she knew? Curiosity was gnawing at you but you keep your eyes forward. "Oh and we are having a Valentine's special, buy one drink, get one free - same with our bakery items."

The reminder of the holiday you'd be spending alone yet again was a bit biting whether you wanted to acknowledge it or not, but you refused to let it show. "Oh, I uh, I'm just getting the one, so," you trailed off with a tight lipped smile.

"Sorry to interrupt," a deep voice came from behind you, causing you to turn and the barista to perk her head up ever so slightly as she looked at the man. The moment you made eye contact with him, you realized why she had been so thrown off. You were also taken aback as you realized that Bucky Barnes was standing directly behind you. Metal armed, one time assassin, Bucky Barnes. Avenger Bucky Barnes. Tall, blue eyed, ridiculously good looking Bucky Barnes. You were stunned for a brief second, getting lost in the seas of his eyes, a small smile twitching on his lips as he met your eye.

"Sorry, I just, I'm only ordering one drink myself, I could just place my order with you, and you get yourself a free drink," he offered.

You nodded lightly, closing your parted lips before blinking and letting a smile of your own grace your face. "That's really nice of you," you said.

"Yeah, really nice," the barista echoed with a trill. "Uh, what can I get for you?"

You stepped aside as Bucky stepped forward, giving her his order as you stood by his side. You weren't quite sure what to do now, fiddling with your hands as you looked around the empty cafe.

"That'll be just a minute," she said to both of you before turning around to get started on the drinks.

You stood there awkwardly for a second, stealing a glance in Bucky's direction before he turned completely to face you.

"Hi," he offered a little stiffly, but followed up with a charming smile you'd certainly never have expected from him, causing you to titter in response.

"Uh, hi," you breathed with a smile. It was hard to describe, to explain, but when you met his eye, it was almost impossible to look away, the glimmer in them pretty enough to gaze into for as long as he'd allow.

He nodded awkwardly as he looked down at you, lips pressed together tightly. He looked away for a second, turning to be standing side by side with you again as you sucked your lips.

"Valentine's Day," he said, casting a sideways glance down at you.

You nodded awkwardly then, "Yeah."

"You got any plans tonight?" he asked out of nowhere, earning an unintentional scoff from you. You corrected with a more pleasant laugh as you shook your head. "No, not really. Just me, some heavily discounted chocolates and maybe a movie or two before I call it a night."

"Really? No valentine?" he asked, the weight of his eyes trailing up and down your full figure sending heat to your cheeks as you pretended not to notice.

"Nope," you popped the 'p'. "Just me, myself, and I.

And what about you, super soldier? Any plans?"

He huffed a laugh at the name before shaking his head in return. "Not as of this moment, no."

Another beat of silence grew between the two of you. There seemed to be an odd familiarity you couldn't account for, a comfortability between you despite being complete strangers to one another. There was a buzzing in your belly, a weird kind of thrill, excitement following through you, but you weren't sure why... And did you just casually call this man 'super soldier' like it was a nickname and you were good old friends? Why the hell had you done that? You let out a stilted laugh that you couldn't keep in. Bucky looked back at you then.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing, uh," you tittered again, "nothing." You shook your head looking up to meet his eye. He relented when you didn't continue and looked forward again.

"I guess I just had a different idea of who you would be in person. The media paints you... differently," you tried to explain.

"How's that?"

"I don't know, uhm. A lot more... stoic, maybe?"

"Hm," he responded, "sorry to disappoint," he offered.

"I didn't mean that in a bad way," you rushed to try and remedy, all the while Bucky was smirking at you, something akin to amusement in his eye as he admired your flustered state. "Not that either way is - or - would be, bad. Sorry, I haven't had my coffee yet, my brain is kinda," you were saved from your rambling by your phone ringing in your hand. You glanced at the screen, taking a deep breath.

"Work," you offered as you waved your phone at him. "Have to take this, excuse me."

You turned and stepped away to take the call from your boss as Bucky watched you walk away, smile never falling from his lips. The barista called your order as you were talking and Bucky approached the bar to get your drinks while you kept your back turned.

A minute or so passed before you were finally able to end the call, the sound of the bell on the door ringing in time with you turning around to find that Bucky had gone.

You were slightly disappointed, well maybe a bit more than slightly, that odds were you'd probably never see him again, at least not in person. Maybe you were crazy, the hopeless romantic, valentine's energy in the air was getting to you, but you really thought there was a little spark of something there...

But Bucky Barnes was a hero, basically a celebrity, and you knew there was damn near no way you'd ever have the chance to explore anything with him. You laughed at yourself as you shook off the thoughts running through your head, walking to where your drink was waiting for you. Still, you were disappointed you weren't able to finish the conversation, or at the very least offer a goodbye. Not that it really mattered, you guessed.

As you grabbed your coffee cup, what appeared to be a lot of scribbling of black ink on the backside, now partially on your hand, caught your eye. You furrowed your brow as you held the cup up to your face to try and see it more clearly. When you started to make out the writing you had accidentally smudged, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. Under where the barista has written your name, read:

If you're open to company for those movie plans tonight, give me a call. I'll buy the chocolate.

Bucky's number, luckily, was legible as you continued reading his writing.

No pressure. Either way, have a great Valentine's Day, doll. It was good meeting you. - J.B.B.

You looked up smiling to yourself as you placed the cup back down for a second to grab your phone and take a quick picture of the note, lest you throw the cup away before taking his number down later. As you slipped your phone back in your pocket, the barista approached you from across the counter.

"Hey, so he asked me to tell you that he would've asked you face to face, but he didn't want to interrupt you?" she said in the form of a question as if she didn't really know what she was relaying to you. "Also, he bought himself a muffin before he left and wanted you to get the other item for free, so choice is yours," she offered gesturing to the bakery case.

"Oh, thank you," you smiled. "Ahh, I'll take a muffin, too."

A few moments later you had your coffee and muffin in hand as you walked to one of the tables around the cafe. Snapping a picture of the muffin, you sent it to Bucky's number along with a text.

Thanks for the muffin. And I'm definitely open to company.. Any movie suggestions?

You smiled at your screen when three dots popped up not long after you sent the message. This wasn't how you saw today going at all, but you certainly didn't mind the unexpected. A giddy excitement that you hadn't felt in a while came over you as you considered the possibilities of what would be in store tonight. It all felt so kismet, as ridiculous as that might have sounded...

You tried to tamper down your excitement and whatever dopey ideas were lurking in your mind as your phone dinged with a new message.

Bucky Barnes: Tons. How about we each choose one to watch?

Bucky Barnes: And I'd like to take you to dinner tonight, too. Does 7 sound good?

You: Okay, yeah. Seven works. It's a date. :)

You bit your lip to keep the dopey smile off your face as you clicked your phone to lock. Dinner and movies with Bucky Barnes on Valentine's Day. The plans formed easily in the blink of an eye, no carefully planned out details, just plans naturally unfolding and setting between you. Your life was far from a fairytale, but you couldn't shake the feeling that meeting Bucky today was meant to be, like something that was meant to play out was finally getting set into motion. All the pieces falling perfectly into place. You were excited to see where this would go.

#bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky x plus size!reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #valentine's day drabble #asks #minervadashwood #soulmate!au

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honeybeefae · 1 year

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Valentine's Mini Fic // Azriel

I know it’s way past Valentine's day, and I did mean to post this on that day, but life got in the way. However, better late than never right? These are all small blurbs featuring various ACOTAR characters and romantic book tropes that we all love. I hope you guys enjoy and are having a great night!

WARNINGS: None, just fluff and some slight angst.

Trope: I thought you hated me/I never hated you

Thunder boomed around you while lightning crackled across the sky, the storm causing a downpour of rain that was sure to flood the valley below you. Azriel had been flying the two of you to the Illyrian camps when the storm had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, forcing him to take shelter in a cave in one of the mountains.

It was musty and small but it would have to do until the storm passed. You would have found humor in the situation if you weren’t stuck with the biggest Illyrian baby you had ever met.

Ever since you had joined the valkyries, and eventually Rhysand’s inner circle, Azriel seemed to have it out for you. He would throw glares your way, skip over you when greeting everyone, and even pushed you off to Cassian during training. You had no clue what you had done to piss him off so much but you still tried to keep an olive branch extended, hoping it was just you being new and not a complete hatred for no reason.

However, every effort you made was useless. Showing up early to training, complimenting whatever book he was reading, saving him the last dessert that Elain had whipped up, none of it mattered to him. You’d be better off trying to make friends with the weaver than Azriel.

And for some reason, that made your heart hurt.

His opinion of you shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t make you second guess every choice you made, but it did. You yearned for his approval, for one of those secret smiles to be shot your way, and you were too scared to dive into why it hurt you so much. That was a door that should remain closed…no matter how loud the banging was on the other side.

“It was supposed to be clear skies,” Azriel grumbled from behind you, his hazel eyes as cold as ice as he glared out into the sky. “This is going to set us back.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do now but wait.” You reply softly, wringing out your shirt that was clinging to your form. Azriel’s clothes were soaked as well though he showed no signs of discomfort. “Should we make a fire?”

“I don’t plan on staying here that long.” He stated while walking further into the cave. “And if I do, I’d fly out of here instead, rain be damned.”

Another stab at being alone with you, the comment making your lips turn down into a frown. He would rather risk his life than wait it out with you. The shadowsinger was the definition of an asshole.

Your fists balled up at your side and you turned back towards the entrance in anger, sitting close to the edge to watch the rain fall in hopes of it calming you down. Azriel was mumbling about something but you decided to tune him out, bringing your knees up to your chest to try and conserve some warmth.

The sound of the storm was lulling you into a gentle sleep, your head resting against the top of your knees as your teeth chattered and your body shook from how cool the cave was becoming. You were starting to lose feeling in your toes but you didn’t want to bother Azriel, knowing he wouldn’t care anyways.

“You will catch your death sitting there, Y/N.” His deep, raspy voice echoed across the walls. You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head yet you continued to ignore him, childishly turning even more towards the harsh wind that was starting to pick up.

“As if you’d care.” You grumbled, closing your eyes once more before you felt two large hands scoop you up and carry you further into the cave. You struggled against his hold, ignoring how warm his body was and resisting the urge to snuggle into it, while he simply tightened his grip.

He sat you down against the back of the cave before sitting in front of you, expanding his wings so that he was blocking most of the wind. The gesture was unexpected and made you a little suspicious, your eyes narrowing while you tried to decipher what exactly his game was right now.

The silence was tense. Azriel was twirling his blade in his hand to keep himself busy while you focused on trying to warm yourself up. Your hands were shaky as you rubbed them up and down your arms furiously, your teeth still chattering. How he wasn’t in the same situation you didn’t know but you refused to ask for help, a small part of you hoping word would get back to Rhysand about this so that everyone finally saw how he treated you.

“Are you still cold?” Azriel asked, breaking the silence and your thoughts. It was a stupid question, he could clearly see your entire body trembling, and it was the final drop in the cup of your patience that caused it to spill.

“No, Azriel, this is the warmest I’ve been in my entire life.” You said snarkily, rolling your eyes. “In fact, I was thinking of vacationing here next summer.”

His eyes hardened and jaw clenched, his scarred hands fisted on top of his thighs as he snapped back, “I was going to offer to build a fire but if you’re going to act like that then never mind.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were Mr. ‘I’d rather die than be stuck in this place with you’.” You mocked his voice, rising to your feet to stomp past him, his wings barely folding in time to let you go.

“What are you talking about?” Azriel scoffed, standing to follow you. “Has the cold made you imagine things? When did I ever say that?”

“For cauldron’s sake, give it up Azriel!” You shouted, turning on your heel and coming nose to chest with him. “You don’t have to say it. I can tell with every interaction we have, every look you send, hell even the way you breathe around me!”

His eyes widened at your tone but you continued on, ignoring whatever excuse was about to come out of his mouth. You had finally had enough. “You can’t stand me and I don’t know why. I don’t know if I offended you in some way, if I said something, or what, but from the moment you saw me you hated my guts.”

“That’s not-” Azriel tried to interject but you cut him off, glaring up at him with all the anger and hurt you had managed to hold back all these years.

“Don’t tell me what I see isn’t real, Azriel.” Your voice fell as memories flooded into your brain of his resentment towards you. “You won’t train with me, you look at me like I’m the bane of your existence. Even Cassian asked me if I did something to you.”

Perhaps it was the cold finally getting to your brain, or that small part of you that was still hoping things would change, but you could’ve sworn his eyes flashed with guilt as you listed example after example of his actions.

You took a shaky breath and stepped back, your lower lip trembling but not from the temperature. This moment was one you had thought long and hard about, how you would confront him and he would shower you with apologies or pull you into his arms in remorse, but reality was often different from the fantasies inside our heads.

Another loud crackle of thunder rolled behind you as you let your true feelings show, your mind and body exhausted from the fight. “I only ever wanted to be your friend, to joke with you like Feyre or read together in the library like Gwen. It hurts to be treated this way and whatever I did or said, I’m sorry. After we get back, I’ll leave you alone. I’m done trying to force this on you.”

As you walk past him, careful to avoid touching his body or wings, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a warm hand circle around your wrist.

“Wait. Please.” Azriel says, his voice as soft as the rain. It sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, making your stomach flutter, as you turn your head to look back at him.

For the first time since you met him, he looked scared. He didn’t look like the Night Court’s most notorious spy nor like the feared Illyrian warrior he was brought up as, he looked…vulnerable.

Those mysterious, enchanting hazel eyes were swimming with uncertainty as you gazed into them, your face softening. Azriel’s shoulders drew upwards as he took a steadying breath.

“I-” He croaked, quickly clearing his throat as his cheeks turned pink. “You haven’t done anything to me, Y/N. I thought it would be better this way, thought it would save both of us the pain, but I was wrong.”

As he spoke you turned to face him fully, noting in the back of your head how his hand still held you tightly. The shadows around him that so often covered him were nearly invisible…as if they were allowing him to be truly seen for the first time.

“When Nesta first brought you to train and we met, I felt this tug deep in my chest that I never thought I would feel,” Azriel confessed, moving his hands so that they now held both of your own. “I never thought I would be allowed to feel it, that the Mother was punishing me.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. There had been a moment, very brief, where you had thought you were destined to be mates. You felt your heart soar in disbelief and excitement, ready to run to the stranger until he had scowled and stormed off.

After that, you spent the next weeks convincing yourself you were delusional whenever you felt it again when he was near. It tore you apart.

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” He asked, lifting your chin up from where it had fallen to look at the ground. “I saw it in your eyes. I was a fool thinking I could deny it, that this was just another fluke like the others before you. I convinced myself it would end the same, with you finding your true mate, and that I would again be left in the ashes.”

Azriel licked his lips, a flash of lightning illuminating the both of you for a moment. “I thought the feeling would go away but when it didn’t, I lashed out instead of speaking up. I took it out on you, thinking you had something to do with it because despite how cold I was, or how much I ignored you, you kept coming back to me.”

“And I can never make up for what I’ve said, what I’ve done, but I don’t want this to be the last time you come back to me, Y/N.” He whispered, your heart hammering in your chest. “I am a fool. A scarred, angry, fool. I know I don’t deserve you, that I have hurt you, but I want you to stay with me for just a little while longer. Don’t give up on me.”

It was almost too much to take in by the time he waited for you to answer. Between the confession, the feel of his hands against your skin, and the incessant tugging in your chest that was too strong to ignore, you felt as if you were drowning.

But as you gazed up at him, at the pure emotion in his expression, you knew you would drown a thousand times just to hear him say your name again. It was like your first meeting all over again.

“I thought you hated me.” You murmured, memorizing every inch of his face. The cold was no longer bothering you as you moved to hold his face between your hands, smiling fondly as he seemed to melt into the touch.

“I never hated you,” Azriel said earnestly, his hands coming up to cover your own. “Even on my darkest days, when my doubt was high, you were always the small piece of light that kept flickering in the darkness.”

“I could always count on you to be there, no matter what, and now I want to return the favor…forever.” He smiled, a bright, dazzling smile that made your knees weak. It was all you had ever wanted.

“Let us just start with today, okay?” You hummed, breathing in and savoring the warmness his body gave you as he brought you to his chest.

Azriel closed his eyes, feeling peaceful for the first time in a long, long time while resting his chin atop your head. “Okay.” He promised, squeezing you tighter as the storm outside started to grow calmer.

The sun started to peak through the clouds as the rain died down but the two of you stood there, too content to move as you both finally held what you truly wanted.

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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My First Valentine

Prompts: "What are these for?" "Valentines Day." "Why?" +"I've never had a Valentine before." "Well you do now."

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler and @spuffyfan394 (got double of the second prompt)

Warnings: A brief kiss. Use of Y/n one time.

Words: 609; super short I know, sorry

You'd think you would have figured it out, seeing as the streets and windows were littered with more flowers, and pink and red foil hearts than any other time of year. But your mind never paused on Valentines Day for longer than a couple seconds. So it was not as obvious to you as it was to some, that Valentines Day was just around the corner.

Before Eliot, you never had a partner who seemed to care enough to romance you on the hallmark holiday.

You'd say you didn't care, that you didn't need chocolates, flowers or fancy dinners, but you always wanted, at least once, to know what it was like. The topic came up once, before you and Eliot had dated, but you never thought it would have stuck in his mind.

Turning at the sound of someone walking up behind you, your eyes immediately landed on the bouquet of dark red roses in Eliot's hand.

He had a soft smile on his face as he handed them to you.

You felt your heart leap in your chest as a grin spread across your face.

"Wow." You muttered out as you took them.

Eliot was not averse to buying you flowers, but there was always a reason. Even if that reason was just to see you smile.

You locked eyes with him. "Thank you Eliot."

He smiled a bit bigger as you smelled them, closing your eyes momentarily as the scent wafted over you.

"What are these for?" You asked softly.

Eliot's face fell into confusion for a second before he let out a soft chuckle "Valentines Day."

Seeing the confusion cross your face, before realization took over, Eliot almost laughed. Beneath the humor though, he had to admit, he felt a bit angry, that you had become so used to not experiencing this, that it slipped your mind entirely. The anger was of course not at you, but those who failed to show you proper appreciation in your relationships.

You deserved more than that. But he was glad he was with you now so he could show you everything they failed too.

"Oh." You said with realization as you looked over at the calendar. "Is it that time already?"

Suddenly you felt a circus of thoughts and motions bubble over as you looked back at Eliot.

"I didn't realize. I didn't get you anything."

Eliot, used to this side of you, gently rested his hands on your shoulders.

"You don't need to get me anything Y/n. I don't need anything except you, coming with me, to have some dinner. That's all I want."

As he smiled sweetly at you, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you. He always had a great way of calming you.

You looked back at the flowers and smiled softly "I've never had a Valentine before."

He smiled "Yeah, well you do now." Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before placing a second kiss to your lips.

Pulling away, he slipped his hand into yours and began to lead you out of the doors of the Leverage office.

"And those flowers ain't the only thing I got you."

"Oh no." You said with realization.

"Oh yes."

"But I didn't get you anything! Eliot!" You whined, making him chuckle.

Squeezing your hand a little tighter as he pulled you along, he smiled to himself. As soon as he knew your first Valentines Day as a couple was coming up, he made plan after plan to shower you with the gifts and traditions of the holiday you never had anyone care to share with you before.

xx End xx

Short and sweet hope you liked it~

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months

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Final Fantasy Boys || Type’s Of Kisses ||

A/n: Look I just wanted to write something with my favorite final Fantasy Boys. Let me know if you have a character you’d like to see.

Dizzy Kiss:

When you spin in circles and then try to kiss your partner.

::Cloud Strife::

Watching you spin in circles, Cloud wasn’t sure if he should be amused or concerned. He didn’t want you to hurt yourself yet you looked so happy doing it. Once you stopped your spinning, you stumbled for a moment.

Your eyes glossy as they tried to focus, looking for the tall blond.

“Cloud?”

“I’m right here.”

Following his voice, you nearly tripped falling into his arms as a giggle escaped your lips as you stood on your toes. Cloud didn’t get a chance to respond due to you finally kissing him. Once you broke the kiss you pressed face into his chest. “I have a headache now.”

Sighing, Cloud easily lifted you on his arms to carry you off to the shared room. “You could have just kiss me, you didn’t need to go through the theatrics.”

“Hmp.”

::Clive Rosfield::

“Love please be careful.”

Clive took a hesitant step forward, he had no clue what brought this on. He was trying to figure out while you would do something like this until he heard Cid chuckling.

“Did you put them up to this?”

“Was just a harmless little bet…see they’re fine.” Cid nodded his head both men turned their attention to where you stopped spinning. Stumbling forward you nearly fell on your ass as Clive caught you in his arms, a little giggle escaping your lips.

“Are you alright love?”

Nodding your head you beamed up at the man as you gave him a quick kiss. “Much better now that I can kiss you.”

Shaking his head, Clive helped you to your feet as he bent down to give you another kiss. “I will do anything to make you feel better love.”

Scoffing, Cid rolled his eyes as he turned away from you both. He rather not stick around for whatever was about to happen next.

+•+

Bambi Kiss:

When you lick your partner's cheek.

::Cidolfus Telamon::

“Cid? Can I try something?”

Putting down his pen, Cid flexed his fingers as he gave you a grin. “You can try anything on me love.”

Scoffing, your cheeks burned for a moment as you quickly adverted your gaze. “God you’re such a pervert.”

“You weren’t sayin that when you were moaning on my desk.”

Cheeks still burning you going to give him a sweet kiss, something nice but now. Shaking your head you sauntered over to the man only to lick his cheek.

“Hey!”

Humming you smiled clasping your hands behind your back. “It’s a Bambi kiss! It means I love you.”

Wiping his cheek, Cid pushed away from his desk. His eyes darkening as he made his way towards you, giving you a grin. “Not very fair you getting left out now is it love.”

“Cid no!”

A squeal escaped your lips feeling his tongue against your cheek. “Ugh.”

::Cid Highwind::

Cid loved it when you fell asleep on his lap, it felt good, felt nice. He knew he was lucky to have you in his life, he next expected to get this chance at happiness.

Biting back his own yawn, he let his fingers run down your back as you started to stir awake. Blinking a few times you then gave the man a sleepy smile, your hand reaching up to run across his cheek.

“Hello sleeping beauty.”

Giving you a wink, a light scoff escaped your lips as you sat up. “Hmp.”

“What are you gonna-.” Though his voice was cut off feeling you run your tongue against his cheek, once down you then settled back into his arms.

“What the hell was that?”

Shrugging your shoulders you nuzzled into his chest more. “A Bambi kiss.”

+•+

Tiger Kiss:

When you jump on your partner's back and surprise them with a kiss.

::Vincent Valentine::

Vincent sensed you miles away, it was cute with you trying to be sneaky and all. He would honestly do anything to just see you happy though he stumbled forward as you jumped upon his back. Turning his head a small smile formed on his lips only to feel your own against his.

Returning the kiss, he couldn’t help but chuckle as you nuzzled your cheek against his own. “You are getting better.”

Sighing, you tightened your hood against his neck as you let your cheek rest against his own. “That’s sweet of you to say Vincent but I know I need more work.” You muttered.

“Nonsense, I did enjoy the kiss by the way.” He muttered glancing up at you.

Grinning you gave his cheek a quick kiss. “Then I will happily give you more!”

“I will be ready.”

::Noctis Lucis Caelum::

It was a normal day, Gladiolus, Ignis and Prompto had decided to visit you and Noctis since the Honeymoon was over. It was good seeing his three companions again though if Noctis were to be honest he would much rather spend another night in your arms then work.

The three men were rather distracted, Noctis engaging in a deep conversation with Gladiolus and Ignis. It was Prompto that noticed you. Your much smaller form darting to each column in the room.

“Uh guys….”

“Not now Prompto!”Gladiolus waved him off as you drew closer and closer.

“But.”

Though his eyes went wide as you launched your body at your husbands back. Noctis almost collapsing as Ignis stopped his fall.

Giggles were escaping your lips as your arms wove around his neck. Kissing him, you felt him return the kiss,his beard tickling your skin.

“Surprise.”

Letting out a soft sigh, Noctis glanced up at you. Your smile was infectious, he found himself unable to pull away from your gaze. “It was a lovely surprise, I can not wait for more.” He muttered grasping your hand gently kissing it a small kiss.

Cheeks burning, you sighed closing your eyes slumping against his back. “Then I will be happy to keep this up my King.”

“Then I am I lucky man.”

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littlelivslibrary · 1 year

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I know this is like a week late, but what would the trio do for valentines Day?

Valentines Ask? For our lovely Trio! and their baby girl? Coming right up!

1218 words. I do not do things in small measures😂

Enjoy loves! <3

You had been woken by kisses and breakfast in bed. Your favourite foods and go to morning drink (as well as a glass of water) had been set out delicately on a lap tray with a single red rose in a cute vase. The four of you then tuck in and eat while talking about sweet nothings, as well as you trying your best to get them all to tell you what they have planned. Of course, they don’t. Once breakfast is finished - as well as your water, Natasha was adamant on you finishing that - you’re coaxed out of bed and into the wardrobe by Wanda. A lot of neck kisses and a couple of ass gropes later, you’re dressed and released to go finish off in the bathroom.

They take you ice skating. An excuse to hold you close? You’re about 90% sure; especially as you spend the majority of your time on the ice clinging to one of the trio with a vice grip - you may or may not have even made Natasha grimace when your nails dug into her palm - but do you let that slow you down? No. And neither do your ladies. Even if they’re wearing your nail indents on their skin. You eventually feel confident enough to break away from your stable girlfriends and try skating off on your own (you ignore the fact you know you resemble Bambi on ice) and make it around the entire rink without falling on your ass once. You let out an excited squeal before a rogue child appears out of nowhere and takes you both crashing down. Yeah, after that, you’re done with ice skating. For a while.

The next activity, much to your relief, is on solid ground; or rather, the back of a car. This is where you meet Jim, the trio’s! driver as he greets you with a smile and opens the door to a black Rolls-Royce (because why not?). You all climb into the car and your question on where you’re going gets ignored. Instead, Natasha opens a bottle of champagne and tuts at you for being such a nosey little girl. Ten minutes into the drive, you’re already halfway through your drink in its crystal flute (could they be any more fancier?) and Wanda’s hands are getting very cosy on your body. You blink, and Natasha is on her knees between your legs and Carol tells Jim that you all would like some privacy. Much to your relief as your eyes are seconds away from boring holes into the GPS screen and you’re sure your cheeks could give someone 3rd degree burns. The second the partition is up, you’re torn to shreds. The three women reduce you to jelly in no time. Carol whispers into your ear, “Careful kitten, we don’t want Jim to hear what we’re doing back here, do we?” after you let out a loud and long moan when Natasha stuffs your needy hole with three of her fingers. By the time you arrive at your unknown location, you’re breathing deeply as if you’ve been starved from oxygen (which, with Wanda’s fixation of giving you hand necklaces when you’re being mercilessly pounded into, is a high possibility). You’re given fresh clothes to change into - because obviously that’s something your trio! thought about - and escorted out of the car to an empty barn. What you’re met with makes you gasp: candles are dotted all over the ground, encased in glass jars, and in the centre of the barn is a large red chequered picnic blanket adorned with cushions and pillows and fluffy throws to keep you all cosy. In a cooler there’s champagne and wine and you’re guessing snacks too. And water. It’s perfect. Like from a scene in a movie. You get teary, you won’t lie.

The four of you watch your favourite romantic comedy, settling in under the blankets with fresh drinks in your hand. You all but swoon when Carol pulls out chocolate covered strawberries. It’s such a picturesque moment and you never want it to end. But unfortunately, like the champagne and snacks; the film finishes. Only, the trio have more plans. Of course they do. You’re stripped bare and within mere minutes they have your eyes rolling back in your head and your hands grasping onto whatever they can find. You hear the familiar humming on a vibrator once you’ve regained some composure and try to shut your legs with a whimper. Wanda nips your inner thigh, a silent warning while Carol situates herself on your face. “Let’s see if you can make Carol cum before you can.” Natasha says, placing the tip of the vibrator on your very sensitive clit, smirking and letting out a pout when your body jerks. “Oopsie, set that onto high. My mistake.” You’re too busy focusing on licking at everything Carol has to offer you and trying to hold off your impending orgasm to fully understand whatever it was Natasha said. God, you hope it wasn’t an order. You missed it completely. Two fingers slowly enter you and you whine loudly, causing Carol to let out a loud groan from over you. Her hands nearly tear out your hair while your own hands grasp her arse for dear life. Natasha says something else and you only catch the last of her words, “…make me cum baby…”

Much to your relief, Carol finishes before you. She leaks around your mouth despite you swallowing most of it; what you can’t catch dribbling down your chin and onto your neck. She whines loudly, nails scraping against your skull and she pulls your face so close into her, breathing isn’t an option for a second. Carol climbs off your face and kisses you, shoving her tongue into your mouth. “You can cum, baby. Go on.” You and Natasha finish in unison; your moans echoing loudly from the walls. Your release squirts out little over Natasha’s hand and your body violently trembles. You inhale a bottle of water whilst nestled into Carol while Natasha devours Wanda in front of you.

On the drive back into the city, Natasha tells you all that you missed your reservations at a fancy restaurant and whilst you’re a little gutted, you tell them that you would much prefer a couple of greasy burgers and a shake. So you do. Your millionaire girlfriends drive you through a Drive-Thru in their Rolls-Royce. The whole thing is ridiculous but you love it. The four of you - and Jim - feast on the fast food until you’re sure your stomachs are going to explode.

To end your day, you take a stroll through the park until you end up in the cafe where you had your first date. You try to order a coffee but end up with a decaf coffee instead. When you try to argue, you’re met with three stern faces and quickly back down.

When you’re back at your - because you had forgotten to get something - you lead your women into your bedroom and present them with a card and a small gift each. They take it in turn to kiss you and open what you got them.

How do they thank you? With one last, very intense, orgasm.

By far, the best Valentine’s Day to date.

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Valentine’s day — T. Fushiguro

Tw: cheap!Toji, use of N word, literally nothing. if anything this issue the cleanest thing i’ve written there’s NO smut

Wc: 719

Tags: @cafekitsune (mwah)

Note: i know valentines day GONE but i literally JUST wrote this on the fly after listening to valentine’s day by se’kret so.. ignore this bull shit

Toji was cheap as fuck. it wasn’t even that he couldn’t afford it, it was that he wouldn’t spend it

if wasn’t like he needed to take care of his kid because someone else was taking care of son, so it wasn’t that either

it was valentine’s day, so you thought that maybe he would’ve spent just a little bit more on you but you knew deep down he wouldn’t

your faith was restored when he told you that he was cooking dinner for you and treating you with some flowers

you were so excited the entire day. you couldn’t wait to have dinner with your boyfriend

he told you he was making steak and getting you a bouquet of flowers and bags of goodies and dessert. telling you that you deserved it for being such a good girlfriend to him

when you got home, you seen candles and rose petals all over the floor getting you all excited but what through you off was the Easter basket in the door with a bottle of water in it with some fake ice cubes

“why the fuck i got a Easter basket?” you asked confused out loud to yourself, the confusion and shock was written all over your face

Toji came around the corner with a bouquet of dandelion’s in his hand, not even tailored, they still had the roots and dirt on it.. they looked like they were pulled straight out the ground

“make a wish..” he said as you stared at him in disbelief but you made a wish anyways because you thought it was a cute gesture for you

you didn’t even make a wish, you just blew it because at this point, you were just confused

“i ran out of roses.. cus i used them for the floor..” Toji said with a little laugh, you did too because at least he put in some effort

after the bouquet he gave you a card.. a macaroni hand print with valentine’s day spelled wrong .. the same card from last year. you were speechless

he lead you to the kitchen, he say you down and gave you a plate with some food on it. your smile dropped instantly. too quickly

“you said you made steak, nigga this is Banquet salisbury steak!” you spoke looking up at him rubbing your forehead

“c’mon baby just taste it.” Toji pleased as he looked at you with a little smile. you couldn’t help but sigh as you grabbed the fork and went straight to the mash potatoes

the moment the fork touched your tongue the mashed potatoes were cold in the middle

“you fed done me a tv dinner… mashed potatoes cold as fuck in the middle” you spoke with a heavy sigh loosing your patience with how little he tried to make this valentine’s day special for you

“you know what, i’m not hungry. what’s for dessert?” you spoke hesitantly pushing the plate away in shock, you starved yourself all day.. for that?

did he even care? like did he even TRY to please you?

“alright.” Toji spoke as he walked away and went away for a little bit

Toji came around the corner with two oreos in his hand. your jaw dropped at the sight

“oh hell nah, that’s it. where the cameras at? pranks over. where my shit at?” you spoke looking at him as Toji was the one looking confused now

“girl the fuck you talking about? ain’t no cameras in here.” Toji spoke

you were just so in disbelief you sat down and just ate the cold food he served you. the both of you sat and talked

once it was over and he cracked open the bottle of water pouring it into a red solo cup with one ice cube of ice you just had to sip it

no, the water wasn’t strong enough. you needed a casamigo and a cigarette… maybe a perc

your head was hurting at this point as you nursed that solo cup to the very end

“did you enjoy it? did i do good?” Toji had the nerve to ask. you couldn’t help but laugh

“no but you did a good job at really fucking up my day.” you spoke getting up from the table “what the fuck..” you mumbled from afar

#toji fushiguro #jjk #jjk x reader #toji x black reader #anime #fiction #writers on tumblr #starbabies #drabble #idk what this is #happy valentine's day

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