Rin Itoshi is the type of boyfriend to…
Initiate cuddles with you when you at least expect it
Does forehead kisses as a goodnight kiss
Holds you close in crowded places
Who would tease you for a little mistake and watch your reaction; teases you even more for pouting
Let you sleep in his room whenever you take a nap
Meticulously plan dates to the T for the perfect date with you; saves pictures of dates in a little album
Would keep all the souvenirs from the dates in his locker/bag
Would want to do your hair, but cutely fail at it.
The first to wake up, so he can watch your sleeping expression in the morning
Hold your hand by the pinkie in public places, but hold your hand at home
Call you pet names behind closed doors and change your contact name constantly to reflect that.
Watch you affectionately whenever you’re in your element
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Hey wouldn’t it be crazy if we just *falls in love with you in every timeline, known and unknown, in and out of bodies we have come to recognize, in places both mundane and not to be traversed, and is bound to find you in every walk of life we take*
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You know Ghost has to be the best fucking pillow. He's a giant of a man, beefy and strong, with a nice warm layer of softness covering his muscles. He's a radiator of heat. Laying on the couch, can hardly fund one that's long enough his feet don't hang off the edge, you just want to drape yourself on top of him. Snoozing against his chest, your legs tangled with his, he drags his fingers up and down your spine soothing you deeper to sleep.
Sleep is so hard for Ghost to come by, but he's happy to be of service for you. And maybe he even finds himself dozing, his fingers trailing slower and slower until his head drops to the side, his eyes too heavy to keep open any longer. He naps on the couch with you, snoring as you raise and lower with each intake of breath into his barrel chest. Neither of you have ever been safer, neither of you less alone, neither of you have slept better than you do right now.
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Lipstick
Author's note: Happy National Lipstick Day!
The lipstick in question: a maroon lipgloss
‘Oya, oya, [Reader]. What do we have here?” A teasing voice sends a shiver down [Reader]’s spine as a gloved hand prompts their face level to his. “My, what an interesting look, my dear. Kindly entertain me with the reasoning of this look?” Heat rushes up to [Reader]’s cheeks and neck, the answer buried in their lips. They wouldn’t dare say it out, lest be teased mercilessly by him. “A new look, Jade. What, you like it?” They perk an eyebrow. Jade musters a smirk before landing his lips onto [Reader]’s. “Why, yes. It suits you.” A seductive whisper sends more shivers down their spine, his golden eye glinting in greedy lust.
The lipstick in question: a matte terracotta
His watchful eyes pick up on nuances in [Reader]’s appearance, hues he had never seen them dressed before. What is this? The second born prince stipulates to himself as he approaches them from behind. “Leona?” In the mirror, [Reader]’s face was lit with complimentary hues to their terracotta coated lips. “Nothing,” He coolly says, letting himself bask in [Reader]’s new look for the while. “Seeing you in this outfit is a pleasant surprise.” His ears twitch in satisfaction when a smile graces their lips. “Thank you, Leona.” Maybe he should ask them to try these outfits more often..
The lipstick in question: a bright cherry red lip stain
“Ace! Ace!” [Reader]’s voice chimes in the quiet Heartslabyul residence. The first year perks from his stupor, his alertness quickly switching to confusion when [Reader] approaches him with a bright red stain on their lip. “What is it- Whoa, that’s super red!” The first year couldn’t tell if he was being mesmerized by the lips or confused by them. “What do you think? I bought this lip stain and I couldn’t wait to show you!” They went through the trouble of getting a new lip color to impress me? “Yeah, it looks good on you!” Those red lips, coated with an enticing shade, looked forbidden and enticing.. Was [Reader] seducing him?
The lipstick in question: a bold shade of black
Lilia wasn’t expecting to see [Reader] so soon after classes, even a bigger one when he saw black on their lips. A subconscious smile graces the fae’s lips. Years ago, in his youth, he had once worn that look of black lipstick. “My, my, [Reader]. Black lipstick now? You look magnificent.” A compliment easily finds its way to [Reader]’s expression, a flustered pout that prompts butterflies in the fae’s stomach. Ah youth, he muses as he teases [Reader] once more - he too would like to relive those days when he experimented with makeup.
The lipstick in question: a coffee gloss
The dormitory was quiet, after a long day of cooking and boisterous residents, settling in for the night. How Jamil longed for this, just a moment to himself with no Kalim to bother him and no one he could assist with.. Just himself.. “Jamil!” His ears pricked up on a familiar voice. So much for relaxation.. Did [Reader] need help? His instincts hone in, only to be briefly surprised by a visiting [Reader]. Jamil barely recognized the approaching person until they greeted him with their signature smile. “Wow, that’s new..” He murmurs, his breath completely taken away by this sudden change. “You like it?” [Reader] inquiries with a mischievous smile. This was so sudden, and Jamil could only muster a clumsy response of “Yes..”
The lipstick in question: a peachy matte
Vil had been preparing for his photoshoot, his looks impeccable and flawless as always. He had time to spare to see some people, finish some business before he took off. “[Reader]? Are you in?” He knocks on his lover’s door, hoping to see them one more time before taking off. “You can come in, Vil!” Their voice chirps from the other side. Excellent, Vil thought as he enters the threshold. Reflected in the vanity, his beloved was dressed in light hues, a different palette than what he normally sees from [Reader]. “Hmm, peach this time, [Reader]?” A flattering look, portraying innocence with such grace.. [Reader], too, was flawless. “Oh, yes,” They shyly chuckle, eyeing the third year from the vanity. If he could, he would spare time to match with his lover, but for now, he’d have to wait for later. “Just a moment,” He leaves a light peck on [Reader]’s cheek before admiring the couple in the mirror. “When I finish with my work, do send a picture of your completed look, will you?” [Reader] lets their delight betray on their lips when they affirm. “Of course, Vil.” “Thank you, love.”
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Fellow tops out there. Anyone else get the need to just completely envelop their bottom? Just go completely primal and wrap as much of yourself around them as you bury your strap/cock as deep into them as possible. As much skin contact as is physically possible as you thrust deeper and deeper. Where the only way closer you could get is if your bodies melted together, and even then you'd keep fucking them in a state of pure carnal bliss. Where you stop being you, you are simply a top, put there to lose yourself in your bottom, and for them to lose themselves in you. To keep them so close it almost hurts as you cum, pumping every last bit of your very being into them. Holding them there for what feels like an eternity after because they are yours and you are theirs, and in that brief yet beautiful moment, you are one. Anyone? No? Just me?
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