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kageyama tobio x gn! reader

kageyama is oblivious to everything and anything that’s not related to volleyball— he eats, sleeps, and breathes the sport like his life depends on it. some of his friends would even say he lives under a rock because of it. they say this because he doesn’t understand the pop culture references they make during water breaks, the memes they send in the group chat, or when girls are hitting on him during classes.

he’s hopelessly oblivious, and he carry’s it into his relationship with you.

in the beginning it was impressive how oblivious he was to your not so subtle hints at your feelings for him. the risky pick up lines you sent resulted in him sending you many question marks and a screen shot of a google search of your pickup line, and the hearts you’d draw on his worksheets somehow went unnoticed despite how many you drew.

with time he’s gotten better— he winks (tries) back at you instead of offering a tissue for the dust he thought was in your eye, and glares at the girls flirting with him when you’re next to him because he knows what flirting is (thanks to you). though there were times where all his progress goes back to square one.

you were in the front seat of the car with kageyama, snacking on treats picked up at the convenience store. once a week you both try some sort of new snack there, this time it was cookies and cream pocky sticks. the snack was pretty good, but they were so dry that you had to keep taking sips of water which washed off your lipgloss.

“hey tobio, can you pass me my lipgloss?”

“sure.” he reaches over and grabs the product in the front compartment, he even unscrews the cap off for you.

you smile taking the product then start applying a few layers on your bare lips. kageyama watches you the whole time, his midnights tracing over the outline of your fresh glossy lips. your heart flutters whenever he’s watching you— he has that look, it’s the same as when he’s on the court calculating his next move and it makes your knees feel weak because it’s like he’s thinking what to do with you next.

“do you wanna taste it? it’s cherry flavoured.” you ask, hinting at a kiss.

kageyama raises his brows, then reluctantly nods.

you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the feeling of his hands cupping your face to kiss you— but it doesn’t come. instead when you open your eyes you see kageyama leaned over towards the lip gloss applicator literally tasting it like it’s some sort of treat.

“uhm. this doesn’t taste very good…” he sticks his tongue out disgusted and disappointed.

“tobio…”

“yeah?” he asks like he didn’t just miss what you meant earlier.

“i meant this.” you lean over to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips leaving a shimmery kiss mark.

kageyama’s face burns as bright as the stop sign a few roads ahead of you— not just from the kiss but from his embarrassment of not getting what you meant by ‘taste.’

“oh— that’s what you meant. i’m sorry.” he apologies with so much embarrassment and sincerity that it makes you melt inside.

“hey it’s okay.” you place your hand on top of his and give him a reassuring squeeze. “wanna make it up to me?”

and the disappointment from his lips not on yours earlier disappears, because this time he gets what you mean and kisses you— tasting you along with the cherry flavoured lipgloss.

kageyama is oblivious, but you adore this boy so much that you wouldn’t have him any other way.

authors note: i wrote this based off a tik tok i saw abt a girl being oblivious to a guy wanting to kiss her when she was putting on lip gloss HAHA (i can’t find it anymore) i hope u enjoyed!! reblogs or comments are appreciated <33

[avonne-writes]

HS AU - First date headcanons

It's a movie date and they watch a sci-fi, then get something to eat at the mall.

Bucky spends the previous afternoon alternating between freaking out to his mom and buzzing with excitement, and he messes up his entire closet looking for the perfect set of clothes.

Gale spends his afternoon sitting by his window with his knees pulled up, listening to calming music and glancing at his phone every other minute to make sure Bucky didn’t text to cancel last minute.

Georgia tries to convince Bucky not to wear his sheepskin jacket, but Bucky claims it brings him good luck.

Gale is half an hour early to the place because he didn’t want to be late.

They're super awkward about greeting each other, unsure if they should hug or shake hands or something? It’s painful to watch and they kind of just wave at each other from ten feet away, then Bucky sticks his sweaty hands in his pockets and pulls up his shoulders, while Gale runs a hand through his hair, then crosses his arms.

Bucky can barely pay attention to the first half of the movie because all he keeps fretting about is when he should take Gale's hand and whether it's even a good idea. It doesn’t help that the movie isn’t romantic at all, and he’s like, should I reach out when the bad guys massacre a village or...?

But then, something in the middle gets Gale excited, and he leans over to whisper to Bucky about it, and he just casually puts his hand on Bucky’s arm in the process and leaves it there. When he feels Bucky's arm turn over under his touch, he slides his hand down to Bucky's.

They get fast food and milkshakes afterwards because they both have teenage boy appetites, and it's a bit tense at first because they're nervous, but Gale starts talking about the movie and once he gets into it, the ideas just keep coming, especially because it's a science movie, and Bucky just watches him with heart eyes.

They don’t wanna go home yet, so they go around the mall and go into all sorts of shops, and Bucky makes a fool of himself in all of them to make Gale laugh. Puts ridiculous accessories on himself and picks up weird objects. They get scolded in one of the clothing stores and have to leave red-faced.

They go into another one and wander to the back, where the scarves and hats are, and Bucky puts a pink hat on and a fur scarf. He starts playing around with the scarf and eventually, he throws its long ends around Gale's neck too.

He’s about to say something to continue flirting when Gale suddenly kisses him.

It almost misses his mouth, catching more of his chin than his lips, and there's some nose-squashing too, and Gale all but jumps away immediately, mortified

Bucky breaks into a laugh, overjoyed. He puts his palms on Gale's shoulders and leaves them there until Gale stops covering his flaming face, then he cups Gale's cheeks.

Bucky has plenty of experience kissing - he had several girlfriends, some of which had a specific agreement with him that it was only for kissing practice, so he feels pretty confident when he leans in for that second kiss. Except, Gale doesn’t open his lips to him because he wasn’t prepared for a French kiss mentally, so Bucky ends up giving a wet smooch to Gale's closed lips.

Now it's his turn to be embarrassed, and they cling to each other giggling and blushing, until they are, once again, asked to behave or leave the shop.

They're extremely awkward about saying goodbye too, especially because Georgia comes to pick Bucky up and Gale is like, "not in front of your mom!" But there’s a kiss on the cheek. They offer to take Gale home too but Gale lies about his mom picking him up later (he actually bikes all the way home).

Later that night, Bucky sends Gale a bunch of memes and tells him that they're gonna have to practice kissing and Gale texts back: "a lot..."

[anyasathenaeum]

Can I request a first time smut with Vash please???? big bonus points if you can make it reunion sex hehehehe im a huge sucker for that kinda stuff. thank you so much!!

A/N: The way I'm immediately putting this with Eriks!Vash (I wanna smash him so bad he just makes me wanna *insert horny grip meme here*) I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. Anyways, feel free to think of this as a follow-up to this fic. Anon who requested that fic - guess you're getting that spice after all!

Warnings: MINORS DNI, AFAB!reader (female terms used), smut, lots of smut, hints of Vash having a size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks, practice safe sex!)

The only thing you could register, other than the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, was just how warm Vash's skin was against your own.

You'd been separated from Vash for two years, since the destruction of the city of July, and you'd only just found him in a quaint little town, disguised as a man named Eriks. His hair had grown longer, and he had scruff on his face and now wore glasses, but deep down, he was still your Vash.

Your reunion had been filled with tears of sadness, regret, happiness, love and disbelief, with you both clutching onto one another as you both cried and rejoiced at being reunited. And now, as the house where Vash had been living became silent as people drifted to sleep, the two of you had fallen into one another, pressed up against each other, clutching at each other with a desperate need to be comforted and assured that this was real.

Clothes had quickly but gently been shed, leaving you bare before Vash for the first time. You could feel the heat rising in your face as you stood there, your body exposed to Vash in a way you'd never done before.

You and Vash knew that you had feelings for one another, and despite being in a relationship prior to the events in July, this was the first time you and Vash had ever gotten so... intimate.

Now, Vash was looking at you with wide, blue eyes, filled with an awe and a love so tender that it would have others believing you had hung the stars in the sky.

"(Y/N)... G-God..."

Vash's voice was low and rumbly as he pressed you up against him, his body trembling slightly at the feeling of you against him.

You felt a shiver go down your spine as Vash's large hand pressed against your bare lower back, pulling you into him as his lips ghosted over the sensitive skin on your neck, his scruff scratching against you slightly.

"You're so beautiful."

Vash's warm breath fanned over your skin, sending another shiver down your spine, your fingers digging into his arms slightly as you tried to suppress a quiet moan.

You could feel Vash's muscled and scarred body moving against yours, and before you could process it, Vash had lifted you up, his hands tucked under your thighs as he carried you to the bed, gently placing you down so that he sat against the headboard with you in his lap.

"V-Vash," You got out breathlessly, looking up at him as you sat in his lap, straddling him a bit. Was this really happening?

You could feel the silky warmth of Vash's cock brushing up against your folds, a shiver coursing up you as your eyes widened - he was big. You had known that from the moment you saw his cock; long, and surprisingly thick with a beautiful reddish-pink head, veins visible along the sides.

However, now, as you felt Vash brushing up against you, you realized you didn't understand just how big.

"I-I don't know if I can... take you," You mumbled in embarrassment, your cheeks flaming pink as you felt Vash's cock twitch against your pussy - did he find that idea attractive?

"Oh, (Y/N)," Vash whispered gently in return, his large hands rubbing your thighs tenderly as he spoke, "I'll prepare you. Don't worry, love. I plan to make sure you're ready before we go any further."

Sure enough, with that, Vash pressed his lips to your neck, gently sucking and kissing your skin with just enough pressure to leave little marks - signs of his love for you. You stifled your moans, but the moment one of Vash's prosthetic fingers found your clit, you let out a choked gasp.

Vash just smirked a bit at your reaction, "Bingo."

With that, he gently pressed his lips to yours as he continued to circle your clit, drawing more muffled moans and cries of pleasure from you against his lips. You bucked your hips desperately in his lap, seeking more friction as you felt your orgasm beginning to build deep in your abdomen, your heart racing as Vash's fingers continued their nimble work.

"God, (Y/N), you look so beautiful like this," Vash all by growled out, his eyes filled with desire and love as he gazed at you coming undone by his touch, "I-I've missed you so much."

"I-ah! M-Missed you, Vash," You replied between gasps and moans, your orgasm nearing with every second Vash had his hands on you, "L-Love you... love you s'much."

"I love you, too, (Y/N). I've thought of nothing but you," Vash panted back between kisses to your skin, relishing the taste of you as he felt you tense in his arms, his lips ghosting over your chest and neck, "Nothing but you these last two years."

His passionately words of love for you, plus the feeling of Vash circling your bud perfectly, had you cumming harder than ever before, a cry of Vash's name leaving your lips as you came undone, the pleasure washing over you in wave after wave after wave.

"That's it, (Y/N), God, you're so beautiful when you cum for me," Vash mumbled gently, kissing your lips softly as he held you close.

You were panting softly in his embrace, your head resting on his shoulder as Vash hugged you to him, letting the aftershocks of your pleasure run through you.

"W-Want you, Vash," You panted out, gently grinding yourself on Vash's cock - you could feel the precum leaking out of its head, likely from just the sight of you cumming in his embrace, "Want you so bad."

You heard Vash hiss softly as you pressed your pussy down against his cock, his whole body tensing and his hands clutching onto your hips so hard he probably bruised you.

"(Y-Y/N)! G-God, Mayfly, pl-please, be careful! S-Sensitive!"

You couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh as you looked at Vash's face - those beautiful, blue eyes, wide and filled with pleasure and awe, the beads of sweat on his brow, his expressive eyebrows, his pretty nose and lips, his long, blonde hair, everything - he looked different than the last time you saw him, but God... he was still gorgeous.

"So... beautiful..." You whispered gently, your hand coming up to cup Vash's cheek as you pressed the softest and most tender of kisses to his jawline, the scruff rubbing your skin as you did so.

"Make love to me, Vash."

You surprised yourself with your own words, and you could see Vash's eyebrows rising in surprise, but the smile on his face spoke of his desire as he nodded, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek delicately. You watched the most beautiful blush spread across Vash's cheeks and the tips of ears and his nose, those baby blues focusing on you with a gaze filled with love, tenderness and desire as his hand returned to your hip.

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Vash's hands lifted you by your hips, letting you reach down to align his cock with your soaking wet pussy, teasing him gently by swiping it through your folds a few times first. The gasps and whines Vash let out were worth it, his voice rising in pitch and volume at the sensation of his cock brushing up against your slick.

"(Y-Y/N)!"

You couldn't help but smile softly, letting the head of Vash's cock push into you slightly as you sunk down onto him, causing you both to moan out in sync at the feeling of Vash stretching you out at last. The stretching feeling burned slightly, but within moments, the discomfort was giving way to pleasure.

"I-I love you, Vash," You gasped out, clutching onto him so hard you're sure your nails broke his skin, leaving marks, "I love you. Don't ever go... somewhere I can't follow you."

"N-Never, (Y/N), never!" Vash replied, whining at the feeling of you clenching just around his tip, desperately fighting the urge to slam you down onto him in one move, "I love you. N-Never wanna be apart from you again. It almost killed me..."

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, each nerve feeling like a livewire as Vash touched you and pushed into you gently as he shifted you, his words making your heart pound frantically in your chest.

Looking up at you tenderly, Vash whispered, "You ready?".

All you could do was nod, not trusting your voice to work at the moment. In one consistent but slow movement, Vash sank you down into his lap, pushing into your pussy inch by inch until he was in to the hilt, gasping as he felt you clench around him.

You hissed at the sting of him stretching you out, but it was outshone by the pure pleasure and happiness you felt as being joined with Vash this way at last. Finally... the two of you could share in this intimacy.

"Big... y-you're... big, Vash," You whimpered out, bringing your mouth down to his shoulder and biting down a bit, causing Vash to shiver.

"Sorry, (Y/N)," Vash cooed back softly, his hand brushing through your hair gently, "But you took me so well, Mayfly. So well..."

You whined in response to his praise, your pussy tightening around Vash and causing his breath to hitch.

"God... I can feel every bit of you. So tight, Mayfly. Try to relax..."

You did as Vash said, taking a deep breath and trying to relax yourself, letting yourself rest in Vash's lap. You wanted nothing more than to stay this way, holding onto Vash, feeling him against you, in you, for the rest of time.

"I-I'm gonna move now, (Y/N). Is that okay?"

"Yes, Vash," You whispered breathlessly, feeling so unbelievably full, "Please. Move."

Vash's smile was so bright, hearing you say that, and as gently as possible, he lifted your hips, sliding out of you almost entirely before pulling you back down into his lap and thrusting back into you, drawing out a moan from your lips as pleasure shot through you.

You shifted slightly, moving your own hips in time with Vash's guiding hands, allowing Vash to thrust deeper and deeper into you, both of you gasping, moaning and whining at the friction between you. Soon, that same feeling from before began to build again in the pit of your abdomen, a feeling of pleasure getting you close and closer to the edge.

"Nngh! (Y/N), G-God, you feel amazing... you're incredible, M-Mayfly..."

Vash's moans of pleasure had you clenching on him, a small gasp escaping the both of you as you continued to roll your hips, Vash holding you close in his lap as he thrusted up into you in time with your movements. You could feel his large hands splayed across your back, holding you close to him in a protective, almost desperate manner, your own hands clutching onto Vash's shoulders for leverage.

You two were close, so impossibly close.

"V-Vash, I- I'm gonna cum, I-"

"M-Me too, (Y/N), m-me too!"

With a few thrusts, you finally felt your orgasm wash over you, pleasurable wave after wave crashing into you, causing your pussy to clench down on Vash's cock in a way unlike anything he'd ever felt before. With a final thrust, Vash spent himself inside you, a warmth blooming in your abdomen as Vash pressed his lips to yours passionately, holding you close to him as he painted your walls with his seed.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Vash gasped out against your lips, holding you close to him as his chest heaved. You could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he spoke, his voice quiet but so, so loving, clearly moved by the intensity and the intimacy of the moment.

"I love you, too, Vash," You replied, pressing your forehead against his and just hugging him close, relishing in the feeling of his warmth against you, your own eyes burning with tears.

All the emotions coursing through you were overwhelming, but you couldn't help but feel love, happiness, and relief. Vash was here with you, and you were here with him, and there was no doubt that the two of you would never be separated again.

"So... can we do that again?"

You sighed at Vash's question, a small smile appearing on your lips. You might've just awakened a whole different beast.

[forever-rogue]

I’m in love with the way you write Eddie! I have so many thoughts of him in my head and you’re the perfect person to make them come alive! Can I get one where Eddie or reader have a bad day and the other can always tell and they have a nice hot bath together and have naked cuddles because they love to feel each other with no barriers cause they’re so deeply in love? Could include smut but that’s up to you, if you can’t write it that’s okay but have a great day!

AN | What if you and Eddie had a horrible, no good, very bad day? He’d make it all better 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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With a heavy sigh, you walked through the front door of your apartment, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse by the door. You couldn't be bothered to properly put them away, despite your natural tendency towards order.

You walked into the living room and flopped onto the big, fluffy couch and pulled out your phone. A frown crossed your features when you realized there was nothing from Eddie. No missed calls, no texts, and no silly little memes. It was…odd to say the least and definitely didn't help the sour mood you were in.

You hoped that nothing bad had happened to him. Fortunately your question was soon answered when the door opened and Eddie stomped inside, groaning heavily as he walked towards the kitchen. You perked up and peeked over the couch to get a better look at your lover. He looked just as tired and run down as you felt. You hated that.

"Hey love," you crawled off your comfy spot on the couch and made your way over to him. He only made a small sound of exasperation as you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back, "missed you today."

He mumbled something you couldn't quite hear as he clung onto you. You rocked him gently back and forth, pressing kisses to his shoulders. Eddie brought your hand to his lips, and kissed your palm, chasing you to lean into him with a soft sigh.

"What's wrong, love?" You held him for a little bit longer, refusing to move until he was ready to. In all truthfulness, you needed these moments of stillness just as much as he did.

"It's just been…" he slowly turned around so he was facing you, a half-hearted smile on his face. You reached up and put your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek, "its been a day. A long, shitty day. I'm a bad boyfriend. How was your day, sweetheart?"

"Well, I hate to rain on your parade and make your day even worse but…I've had a terrible day too," you gave him a tight lipped smile and he wasted no time in wrapping you up in a big bear hug, allowing you to bury yourself into him. You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped your lips as he picked you up and set you on the counter, "Eddie!"

"Not sorry," he insisted as he took your face gently in his hands, proceeding to gently pepper kisses all over your face. You couldn't hide your giggles at the feather light feeling of his lips blessing your skin, "I'm sorry you had a bad day, baby. Wanna talk about it?"

"Not right now," you shrugged lightly, "I have an idea instead…"

"Takeout from that Mexican place down the street?"

"Yes! And…"

"Shitty horror movies?"

"Duh," you looked at him with big, soft eyes and he chuckled fondly before slowly exhaling, "what do you say?"

"I say…go and put on pajamas and I'll call to order," you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He understood you on a level no one else ever had. You loved him. You adored him. 

"I love you," you beamed at him and already his day was a million times better, "I'll set out some pajamas for you too."

"Good," he helped you off the counter and slowly nudged you in the direction of the bedroom, "now get going! No time to waste."

"Aye aye, captain!"

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"I wish we could stay like this forever," you grumbled, burrowing your face into Eddie's sweater. It was the same one you often loved to steal - it always managed to hold his scent no matter how often it was washed. You were both sprawled on the couch, with you being the little spoon and Eddie curled around you. A heap of warm, fluffy blankets covered both of you, and it was all enough to almost lull you to sleep.

You heard him chuckle softly before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "yeah, me too baby."

"I'm being serious," you shuffled around with a huff so you were facing him. He nodded seriously, unable to contain his grin at the little pout you gave him, “don’t mock me, Edward.”

“I’m not,” he promised softly, stroking your cheek softly, “if it was an option, I’d stay here all day too. Trust me.”

“Today sucked,” you whispered softly, “but I don’t want to bog you down even more.”

“Tell me about it,” his hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles into your soft skin underneath your sweater, “I wanna hear all about it.”

“Okay,” you inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly, “my alarm didn’t go off this morning after you left and I overslept and was late to work. My boss was on one and basically yelled at me and then made it seem like everything wrong in her life was my fault. I met with a new client and she wasn’t any better and wouldn’t listen to any reason and then stormed out and wouldn’t get back to me. I spilled coffee all over my shirt, a rock on the freeway chipped my windshield and I’m in the throes of PMS. My body and mind and soul are tired and worn out.”

“Baby,” he cooed tenderly after a few moments had passed. You felt silly getting so upset but you had to blink back your tears. It really did feel like it was one thing after the next and it had really beaten you down, “I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that today. You didn’t deserve all of that. What can I do?”

“Nothing,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, brushing your nose against his, “just being here with you makes everything better. Plus the food helped too, but it was mostly you.”

“Whatever I can do to help. You just tell me, yeah?” 

“I will,” you gently ran a hand through his dark curls, lightly scratching at his scalp in the way you knew he loved, “tell me about your day. I wanna help you too.”

“Well, I got a flat on the way to work, half my employees called out and we’re busier than ever, I ran out of coffee and someone brought in their beloved vintage car that I absolutely cannot fix and I had to tell him the bad news. It did not go over well,” he sighed softly before making a small noise as if to say what are you gonna do? You hummed in agreement with his definition of a shitty day, “it wasn’t the best day but it could have been worse.”

“My love,” you curled up into him as best as you could, which basically ended with you lying on top of him. Not that he would ever complain about that of course, "I'm sorry you had a rough day. Guess we both had really shitty days."

"Yeah," he said softly, "solidarity, I guess. But this is already making my day so much better. You make everything better."

"But the food helps?"

"The food helps," he agreed with a small laugh, "you know what else might help?"

"Hmm?"

"A long hot shower and all the cuddles," he wrapped his arm around your waist as he slowly sat up but keeping you wrapped to his chest, "what do you think?"

"I think that sounds perfect," your vehement agreement quickly turned into a squeal as he picked you up and started to head to the bathroom, "don't drop me, Edward!"

“This already feels a million times better,” the feeling of the hot water hitting your tired body definitely helped to ease away some of the stress of the day. It didn’t hurt either that Eddie was right next to you. You reached for the shampoo and popped the top open, "let me?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," he pressed a sloppy kiss to your check, "now let's get these clothes off…"

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A smile stretched up the corner of his mouth as he sweetly nodded. You put a hand on his shoulder and gently turned him around so you could focus your attention on him. You poured out the shampoo and started to scrub his scalp, making sure to get all of his hair but also making it more of a massage than anything. Eddie was practically melting as he made some small sounds of satisfaction. Your hands felt like heaven in his hair. 

"Does it feel good?"

"Like fuckin' heaven, baby," he groaned as you moved him to stand under the warm stream of water to finish, "I'd have you do this every day if I could."

"I'd do it every day if I could," you promised softly, making sure all of his hair was sud free before grabbing the conditioner, "gotta let this one soak in a little bit, okay love?"

"Mhmm," he hummed in content before grabbing your body wash, "your turn, angel. Lemme take care of you."

"You don't have-"

"The fuck I don't," he scoffed playfully, getting the body wash ready in his hands before putting them on you. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his nose before he started to run his hands gently along your body. His touch was soft and so tender that it almost brought tears to your eyes. It wasn't even that there was anything sexual about it - it was the sheer intimacy of the moment.

"Eddie…"

"You're so beautiful," he whispered softly, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," you took the opportunity to hug him, pulling his body against yours, warm, soft suds getting on both of you, "can we stay in here forever?"

"Maybe not forever, but definitely until we're prunes," you could feel his chest vibrating with laughter, "plus we gotta wash all this off."

"Fine," you pouted at him, and he took his time to kiss, letting his lips linger against yours, "you're not doing anything to help me want to actually move or get out."

"I've got two words that might incentivize you…"

"Hmm….?"

"Naked cuddles," he whispered in your ear, almost laughing at the eager look in your face, "yeah, there's my girl."

"To be fair, Edward," you switched spaces with him so you could wash the suds from your body, "I want anything and everything with you. I'm kind of madly in love with you."

"That's disgusting," he teased softly, "cause I'm kinda in love with you and adore you."

"The grossest," you agreed, "let's get to it, mister."

"Yes, ma'am!"

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"C'mon," Eddie nudged you towards the warm bed, causing you to giggle as he tickled your sides. You dropped your towel and eagerly climbed and eagerly climbed into the warm nest of blankets. Eddie followed you, running a towel through his dark curls before throwing it and towel around his waist to the side, "oh yes, this is perfect."

"I agree," you couldn't stifle your yawn as he wrapped his arms around you and tucked you into his body. He was so warm and soft and smelled delicious from your body wash. This might have been your version of heaven, "don't ever wanna leave."

"Mhmm," he pressed a row of soft kisses to your shoulder. You made a small sound of contentment, "I'm sorry you had a shit day."

"I'm sorry you had a bad day too," you whispered, "but this - you - have made my whole day better. Way better."

"You've made my day too," he closed his eyes and burrowed further into his pillow, "I love you, angel. Try and get some rest - tomorrow will be better."

"I love you too, Eddie. So much."

It wasn't long before both of you were soundly asleep and feeling a million times better.

[pricegouge]

just bunny & price fucking please. stifling tension she can feel him lodged in her throat only accomplishing shallow breaths w his big hairy hot as a furnace body plastered all over her then it ends w him laying his head on her breasts & both falling asleep while she plays w his hair & he strokes her flank

This would fix me, honestly.

MDNI, obviously. no cw - pretty straightforward stuff.

John's a simple man, most of the time. He'd have you any way he could get you, but often he seemed to prefer you just like this: laid out and pinned beneath him, caught under his considerable weight as he moved within you. You'd shown him a meme once - just a tweet praising missionary 'cause she's pretty' - and asked if that was why he was the way he was. How he'd fucked you afterwards, it was as if he was trying to make up for the fact that he hadn't put that notion into your head himself and you'd instead been forced to learn of the concept on your stupid phone, bunny.

He's just so… much. John's a big man. Thick between your knees where you have him clutched tight, desperate to keep him buried so deep within you, you imagine he's bruising your diaphragm. Even at arm's length he's overwhelming, keeping himself propped up with one hand planted by your head, the other cradling the back of your skull. From the corner of your eye, you can see the way his thick forearm flexes with the weight of himself, dense hair shifting across hardened muscle. Your hand wraps around him there, feeling the way the cords of his carpi tense every time he bottoms out within you. He's sweaty - so hot he feels molten under your hand, between your thighs. Where he leaks his precum into you.

There's no escaping him - even when he gives you room to breathe (technically). His belly still rubs against yours, hair there giving you its best approximation of beard burn whenever he snaps his hips forward. The grip he has on your skull keeps your eyes locked on his, forces you to watch as he mouths filth down at you, voice too bass to hear through the low ringing in your ears which worsens every time his thick cock finds the very end of you, punches your breath out in humid huffs that make him grin. 

"You gonna come for me, honey?" he asks, grip adjusting at your nape to hold your focus, make sure you hear him when he checks in with you.

"Y-yes, please," you whine, attempting to pull him closer by the hold your thighs have on his hips. You're too slick though, sweaty and wet. He slips your grasp, carries on fucking you at the exact same pace that's been driving you wild for the past half hour. He'll be the death of you.

"Not yet, bunny. Wanna feel you."

You're unsure how much more he can feel you, until he lowers himself to his elbows, caging you in between his strong biceps as he presses his hairy chest against yours. You whine warningly, breath shallow, hoping for sympathy you know he won't offer. Not until you have no breath left to whine, at least. 

He doesn't even bother soothing you properly, just whiskery kisses and the low rumble of something that might be placating, might be teasing, deep in his chest. You feel it against your own, plastered as he is to you. Still, you try to pull him even closer almost despite yourself when he moves again and you feel the brush of his coarse chest hair against your nipples, matted to his skin with your combined sweat.

"Easy, sweetheart," he says, lips still flush to your temple. His breath is hot where it fans over your skin, humid with his panting. You try to turn into it anyway, desperate to taste him. He obliges - no finesse. Slick tongue against your own, breathing each other's air. He holds you in place with a heavy palm against your face, tilts you at the perfect angle for him to get too distracted to lick into your mouth the way he usually likes.

You don't realize you're still begging until his mouth is chasing yours, lips moving against your own as he growls out heavy 'yeah?'s and 'want it?'s. There will never be enough air in your lungs to tell him exactly how much you do, always. 

You know he's just as far gone as you when he doesn't bother talking you through it, just grunts and pants as you tighten around him, his own hips stuttering against your rhythm when he hears you gush around him. He breathes like a bull, nostrils flaring with every inhale and a low groan from between his clenched teeth accompanying each exhale. Your pussy throbs around him, milking him, even as your hands try to gentle his intensity with soothing strokes along his tense back.

He flops onto you after, his heavy weight enough to drive what little breath you'd managed to gain back out of you with a harsh huff. John tries to hide his laugh in your tits, but you feel the way his stomach moves, sets your own jiggling. 

"Hope you're at least comfy, cause you're crushing me," you gripe, no real heat. You've had enough heat to last you a lifetime, you think, sweat pouring from pores you didn't even know you had.

John shuffles around, meaty joints digging into your plush body like his favorite, abused pillow. When he settles again, his cheek is pressed to your chest in a way you're not entirely certain is comfort-fueled, but you're too tired to tease him about it so you just run your fingers through his sweaty hair. 

"Better, bunny?" he doesn't sound awake enough to fix it even if it weren't. Still, even in his sleepy state his hand finds your side, heavy and warm as he strokes you there.

"Much," you tell him anyway, because you want him to know. Need him to understand how much better you are with him.

[otterandterrierwrites]

💫 for the song meme. han/leia because I'm in love with how you write them ALLL the time!

I wanna read your mind to know just what I've got in this new thing I've found

Brilliant disguise - Bruce Springsteen

A/N: thank you! 🥺 sorry it took me so long 😅 based on this prompt

***********

For a split second after the words, she feels out of space and time. Like she has stepped out of the life she's in, and into the life of someone whose biggest problem at the moment is the subtle rejection of the guy she's been hooking up with.

Of course, that's not who she is, and that's so far down her list of problems, it's barely one at all.

'Okay,' she says, a little too brightly because, really, it's fine. 'I understand. I'll see you around?'

She pivots on her heel without waiting for an answer and straightens her vest, doing her best not to look like she's running away but rather aiming for a dignified retreat.

'Hey no, I didn't—wait!' she hears, and his hand wraps over her shoulder before she gets one foot out of the cabin.

'Leia,' he says when she stops and turns back to look at him. There's something about her name coming out of his lips like that, not tumbling out in the so-called throes of passion but said with intent, with his eyes on hers and a look she can't quite decipher, that shakes something loose inside of her.

'I wasn't kickin' you out,' Han says, the corners of his eyes crinkling as if he's trying to puzzle her out.

'You said we didn't have to have sex,' she tells him, in her least annoyed voice—and she is annoyed, because he could at least have told her before she did the trek through the glacial Echo Base corridors. 'What did you want me to hang back for, a friendly game of Dejarik?'

Han blinks. 'Well, if you want...'

She rolls her eyes and begins to turn away again because her patience isn't limitless, but he stops her once more.

'Hang on! I meant it's okay if you just wanted a warm place to sleep tonight,' he says. That was what she told him when she showed up, that she came because her room was freezing. Even for Hoth standards. Then he made a joke about how she was just using him for his body heat. Then she started kissing him and sticking her hands under his shirt. And then he stopped her.

'It ain't a... an expectation, y'know?' he adds now. 'The sex. 'S fine with me if we just, uh, hang out sometimes. If you want.'

Leia stares at him, uncomprehending. No, that's not true. She knows what he's proposing. They are, crudely put, fuck buddies, and they're also friends, and she hangs out plenty more with him than she does with any other rebel even when they're not having sex, but... But. That’s not what he means. There are lines they haven’t crossed, that she said she wouldn’t cross, because this can’t become that kind of relationship. She ought to say no. No thank you, I’m fine with the way things are, it is what it is.

What she says is, ‘Okay, hotshot.’

The smile Han gives her isn’t like the glare of a dozen suns or anything as poetic as that. It’s small and his teeth aren’t even showing. It’s barely more than a diagonal, dimpling the corner of his mouth.

And it’s everything.

'For the record,' Leia says, tamping down an emotion that is even more damning of a self-betrayal than her agreement to something she doesn’t even know yet, 'I didn’t think you expected to have sex with me. I like having sex with you. As in, I wanted to have sex tonight. Want to.'

He laughs, even as he’s puffing up his chest, and Leia lets him pull her into his arms. ‘Well, that’s a kriffin’ relief, sweetheart.’

‘Do you need that in writing?’ she teases, levelling a serious look at him, her hands pressed flat against his chest. ‘Shall I give my explicit and enthusiastic consent before you take off my clothes? Do I have to—’

Han kisses her before she can come up with anything else and, afterwards, she stays.

[yanderu-deredere]

asdsadf idk if you answer requests like this lmao so ignore this if u dont but which of your ocs would be good with like a really bratty darling? especially one that loves to tease them till they snap but thhen, when they do snap, she pretty much goes *puppy dog eyes* u don't wanna do that do u? im just a lil baby! im just ur lil baby! would u be mean to ur lil baby? lmaooo

a/n: hey, anon.......... this is a serious question but uhm did you get this ask from that one meme LOL

neway emmm i would absolutely love to do this request! here you go lol and i interpreted 'good with' in two different ways so hopefully you like it lmaooo

warning: female parts and pronouns since the ask specified, mentions of blood

liam arieh ★ profile

liam definitely gives off the impression that he's patient and kind but, actually, he's like a predator in waiting LOL

he literally gets angry/irritated moderately fast. not the fastest in the list but it's up there and he gets angrier/more irritated the more he wants it

and oh baby, does he want you so desperately every single time

you're the fruit to his tantalus frfr LMAO (always gotta sneak those mythology references when i can)

for a bratty darling, he wouldn't be particularly terrible. his prerogative, though, would be to turn the tables on you and make you beg for him

sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he doesn't. it's very 50/50 chance

though, when you pull your cute lil 'im just ur lil baby! would u be mean to ur lil baby?' schtick, he'll break very easily and get really annoyed and he wouldn't be able to hold back

"I'm just a little baby!" You grinned in that way that made Liam's hackles absolutely rise "You wouldn't be mean to your lil baby, would you?"

Honestly, normally, you would've been right. Normally, he really would prefer pampering you than punishing you.

But you'd deserved it; prancing around in those tantalising clothes, bending over where he could see, licking your lips in that specific way that made them glisten.

You probably thought you really would get away with it this time but, unfortunately for you, Liam had enough.

Without hesitation, his hand darted forward, his fingers wrapping around your neck, definitely not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to make you a little lightheaded in a minute.

Then, just as suddenly, his lips crashed into yours.

The kiss wasn't as soft as it usually was with Liam. Sometimes, with Liam, he treated you like you were something precious, touched you like you would break apart in his hands if he wasn't too careful.

He was always calculated with you.

This kiss? This kiss was teeth and saliva. He nipped at your lips till he tasted the copper of your blood. He pressed his lips to yours so hard, it felt like it would bruise.

When he pulled away, a string of drool came with him.

You could see in the dark of his eyes that you had made a mistake provoking him.

With little flourish, he started dragging you by the neck to the back of the tattoo shop "I think it's time for me to remind you how to behave."

fujio watanabe ★ profile

definitely not the fastest to get annoyed by your little bratty acts but definitely the fastest to act on it

to fujio, he's always in control. he's always the top dog. and what do you get when you provoke a dog? you get the teeth

he also isn't kind about it. he needs to always be more dominant than you so, when you act up, he needs to put you in your place almost immediately

holds some affection for you, of course, so he's kind about it. or, at least, as kind as fujio could be about something like that

You let out a choked sob as your fingers dug even deeper into Fujio's biceps. You were sure that, at this point, you'd probably broken skin. Part of you felt victorious at that, felt like you were giving him as good as you got.

Fujio, on the other hand, could hardly feel your nails.

He was too distracted as he watched his thick cock sink in, inch by agonizing inch, into your sopping wet cunt. No matter how hard he drilled into you day after day, you still stayed just as tight as the first time.

One of his hands pushed your thigh closer to your torso, practically folding you in half, while the other hand darted up to your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he made sure you looked straight at him.

"What was that about being a little baby, hmmm?" He taunted, teeth bared in a rather maniacal grin as he fucked his cock in and out of you, making sure to make every thrust as bruising as the last.

All you could do was hiccup and whine, your mind blank as tears pooled in the corners of your eyes.

Fujio laughed this time, cruel and cold, before his fingers tightened around your face “Open your fucking mouth.”

You weakly obliged but, really, the way he held your face already had your lips parting anyway. Without hesitation, Fujio spat in your mouth, his saliva warm and wet against your tongue.

“Swallow.” He ordered and, like an obedient little slut, you did “Good girl. Maybe now you’ll remember your place, huh?”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

quickest to get annoyed LOL but he never gets truly angry

his favourite thing is pampering you and taking care of you so it'll always annoy him when you want to rebel against him

he lets you though. he'll always let you because you're his precious sweet darling

the 'best' at dealing with it in a sense because, though it's obvious he's very annoyed, he approaches you with sweetness and patience

takes a lot for him to snap like liam and fujio LOL

"Why are you acting this way?" Ryouta sighed, turning his gaming chair to look directly at you.

Your previous fire and brattiness disappeared almost immediately. You're left standing in between his legs, shy expression on your face as you held your arms against your back.

You felt a little like a chastised kid.

"N-Nothing! I-I'm just-- I'm just being a lil baby, is all!" You manage to stutter out, nervous under Ryouta's rather dark gaze.

He sighed again, ragged and huffed, before taking your face into his hand, his fingers not exactly digging but definitely pressing into your cheeks "Do you want my attention, my little baby? Is that it?"

That definitely got your cheeks to turn even hotter. Still, somehow, looking at Ryouta like this, all that rebellious energy before vanished into something softer and weaker.

Slowly, haltingly, you nodded, pout playing across your lips.

Ryouta let go of you before leaning back in his chair. Without hesitation, he pulled his joggers down and let his cock out. Despite his obvious irritation, it was already hard and leaking precum.

“Come sit.” He pat his thigh with his freehand. The expression on his face didn’t leave any room for questioning or complaints.

So, you did as you were told. You lifted that short skirt you put on just to tease him and, because you had nothing underneath, it was easy enough for you to get on top of him and position yourself over his dick.

You sank down on it, feeling every single inch as it was fed into your aching pussy.

“Good kitty.” Ryouta wrapped his arms around your waist as soon as you had sunk straight to the base of his cock. “Maybe you’ll learn to behave if I keep you right here, hmmm?"

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

funny little guy doesn't know what to do when faced with your brattiness loool

like ryouta, he very much prefers to pamper you and just give you what you want so he doesn't understand where the brattiness comes from

like you don't have to act out to get his attention, baby

absolutely almost impossible to annoy LOL like bratting around just gets him horny. thatse it

"Baby..." Yeong-bae sighed and, for the first time, it sounded ragged and harsh. You perked up a little at that, looking at him curiously. Had you finally broken through his soft exterior, had you finally revealed the harsh Dom in him?

Instead of what you expected, he cupped both of your cheeks in his hands, his palms warm against your skin, and he kissed you. Like always, the kiss was soft, gentle, but it was the kind of tender that made your brain float.

When he pulled away, it took you a second to get back to reality.

"Why are you being like this?" Yeong-bae asked you as he pressed his forehead against yours "Did I do something?"

Faced with their earnest questions, you were left feeling rather embarrassed by how childish you were only minutes ago. You had stubbornly wanted their attention, you supposed.

Yeong-bae, ever as attentive to your every need, immediately understood. He pressed another soft kiss against your lips before pushing you down on the bed behind you.

Without hesitation, they started gently taking off your bottoms, tossing them aside. You didn’t understand what was happening at first but, when they placed your thighs on his shoulders, you immediately got it.

You grew shy under their rather rapt attention, your face hot and your ears even hotter. Your hands flew up to cup your own cheeks, your eyes wide as you stared down at your lover.

“I’m sorry if I haven’t been paying attention to you, baby.” He pressed a kiss against your clit before licking a broad stripe up your cunt “But don’t worry, we have all afternoon. I’ll give you all the attention you could ever need.”

[crownedinmarigolds]

For Noa

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

heywizards asked:

🍰 and 🎂 for Noa?

baselicoc asked:

🍪 and 🍔 for the odd oc ask meme

svampira asked:

🍋🍓 for noa!!

girlnextvore asked:

For the ODD OC ask meme. 🍕 🎂 🍆 Ah thank you everyone T_T !!! I'm consolidating my questions into one answer list (at least the Noa/Non-specific Answers!!) The Questionnaire: XXX

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic? Once Noa is your friend, you are friends forever. She is probably an enabler or the listener in a friend group, not speaking much but happy to eat up anything you want to talk about. She doesn't like to make fun of people for their interests so she's the perfect person to gush about all of your things to. Go on, talk about your weird fixations or your blorbos or your shows or what have you, she's always there to lend an ear.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC? Anything from her childhood home that she can't return to is precious to her, a reminder of her beloved family and what she's lost. She has a locket she wears constantly, and a ceremonial dagger from the night of her Embrace.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think? Noa is never truly alone, one way or another. In a way, she can only zone out and stay inside of her own mind. Any place is a good place to think when you finally get a moment of privacy. In modern nights, she will have a home to be free in, but until then her journey is fraught with being forever crowded and mishandled.

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure? Noa doesn't usually feel guilty about anything she enjoys. But perhaps being admired - REALLY admired - is something she enjoys guiltily to an extent if she likes the other person enough. Being admired by certain people is scary to her, but if you're the right person, she craves it like a drug. Otherwise, you can't make Noa feel bad for liking what she likes, she's staunchly unashamed. She HAS to be. 🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable? Breaking trust is always the number one sin. If she puts her faith in you and you intentionally mess things up, you have made a permanent and immortal enemy.

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first perception people have of the? How do they surprise people? Noa is a Giovanni vampire, meaning she is a necromancer and commander of the dead. She's also dressed in conservative and frilly soft pinks and whites, and when she smiles it's genuine and light. She is polite and reserved, but she is also strong and will stand her ground and will not tolerate intentional slights. She's five three, but she's big in command. She is a nihilist, but she believes necromancy is the work of miracles. In a way, her contradictions make her convictions all the more strong. Most people probably expect a delicate waif, or perhaps a sly little vixen hidden behind those black eyes and ruby red lips - but Noa is simply a girl clinging to her ghosts and just wanting to be a part of a family... whether some wanna be or not. 🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day? Noa is never really lazy, but a cozy day spent reading is always a day well spent.

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love? Noa sneers at the hypersexualization of children and their strange access to the internet probably. She was born in the 50s so she's a bit of an old lady - mentally. Noa would definitely love watching vintage fashion and makeup hauls though! 🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory? The most painful memory would be the journey from Mexico to the United States, as that's when she lost everything she once knew. She didn't even really get to see the worst part of this memory due to her body changing from the Embrace, so she only has that empty "what if" feeling leftover from being the apparent sole survivor of the assault on her family home.

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate? Noa loves roses, gardenias, the memory of her father's cologne. She of course loves the smell of blood as well... Noa would probably hate the smell of alcohol at this point, just due to what she's been surrounded by. The scent of gasoline still makes her Beast twitch in fear.

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise? Noa is not very touchy, kissy, bitey, etc - not because she doesn't want to be but it is simply a way to protect herself. She doesn't want to be taken advantage of physically so she keeps her distance, she can't just wantonly kiss because her lips create blood bonds which can lead to the recipient going mad for her, she can't bite mortals due to her poisonous bite... she simply is held back from being as intimate as she wants to be. She would give herself COMPLETELY and maddeningly if she could to someone if she could trust them and they could handle all of these strange quirks of hers... alas. Her affections are primarily shown through words, she's VERY affirming and means everything she says.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

In the ring-in bed!

Leo being a brat and Xena wanting to throw hands and Leo thinking of another way she can use them.

This would be one of the times Leo tried to get on Xena’s nerves and won.

Leo x Xena (enemies with benefits)

Really Leo wants Xena’s attention and Xena is wrapped around his fingers.

Inspired by one of his voice lines and the meme.

Warning:overstim;jerking off; Leo; tied up; just getting their anger out really; jealous Leo; slightly toxic Leo and slightly whipped xena

“Urgh, ask permission before you fucking speak to me.”

Leo spat out at Xena, who had just asked him to move out the way as she needed to get into the pit. His ice cold glare piercing through her as she narrowed her eyes at him in anger, he had been pissing her off all week harassing her with horrid words and spiteful actions in an attempt to make her lose her shit, she usually wouldn’t mind but he’s been insanely clingy and wouldn’t let up…even Sho was getting annoyed.

She growled at him, pushing him up against the chained door as she glared at him.

“Shut the fuck up and move out my way Leo.”

His Cheshire cat grin came out as he looked down at Xena, preening at the annoyance in her eyes as he pretended to be in deep thought.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak honour roll.”

Venom dripped off of every word as he leaned in poking a finger into her as he could literally see her anger levels rise. Their hot breaths intermingling as she pressed her arm against his throat the tension thick as his gaze flickered to her lips to her eyes as he smirked down at her, she was thankfully wearing platform black trainers to gain the height and stability to hold him back like this.

But before anything could get interesting Alan pulled her away, staring Leo down as he put himself in between the two. Sho rolling his eyes exasperated at the two as he could tell where Leo was trying to get Xena to go to and it wasn’t the pit.

“Cut the shit both of you, either spar or take a walk, but don’t cause a scene here.”

Alan’s gruff voice echoed throughout the pit, the few other students hanging around all side glancing at the commotion as Sho took the oppourtunity to grab a drink and reply back to his texts, already planning to meet up with Subaru after this so he doesn’t have to hear the chaos that will predictably come from the dorm room next to his.

“How bout it Leo? Wanna get in the pit?”

She asked smirking confidently as she folded her arms raising an eyebrow at the frowning Leo.

“Wow honour roll you’re really trying to impress the himbo, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

Leo was seething, frustration drilling into his bones as Alan stood in front of Xena protectively as if he’s the problem, he did wanna ruin that pretty little smug face of hers but not in the tearing apart way…he thinks.

“Ohhh~poor Leo, you scared of getting embarrassed in front of your precious captain.”

She poked her head out from behind Alan, swiftly stepping in front of him as Leo grinned maniacally at her, he unlocked the pits door behind him, about to walk in before Alan slammed it shut.

“You’re both being idiots, take a walk.”

Usually, Alan would let them fight it out but there was something off about the energy between them as he held Leo back as Xena stomped out the pit.

He turned to Leo placing a hand on his head about to say something before sighing to turn and drag Sho to spar with him, the blushing look on Leo’s face was enough for Alan to decide not to get involved.

———————————————————

Xena was leaning against Leo’s door, pissed as she checked the time.

She didn’t changing out of her sparring gear, leaving her in the black sports bra and shorts.

Leo though, wanted to get change not being able to deal with the sweat and was currently making her wait outside, he was doing it on purpose and she could leave anytime she wanted…except she didn’t.

Finally, after another five minutes he opened the door, wearing just his boxers as he grabbed her by the arm yanking her in and locking the door behind her, closing her in as he kabedonned her against the wall, xena wearing her usual poker face as he glared down at her, rage swirling in his yellow eyes as he leaned in.

“That was fucking pathetic, you need to learn to wa-“

She couldn’t hear another word of pointless insults, as she grabbed him by the hair pulling him closer as she kissed him. A battle commencing between the two as he pressed her up against the door biting at her lips to gain access, xena begrudgingly giving it as their tongues started battling for dominance.

She pushed him away after a while a trail of spit following their departure as she wiped at her mouth.

“You need to learn to shut that pretty mouth of yours Leo, people would like you more if you didn’t talk.”

She let him drag her to the bed throwing her onto it as he clambered on top of her.

Diving in for another frenzied kiss as he could already tell he was rock hard probably has been since they started arguing in the pit as a large precum stain was there loud and proud-he didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed about it.

xena wracked her nails against his chest, harshly flicking his pierced nipples as he moaned into her.

“Fuck, you wanna punish me honour roll.”

His sultry voice cooed into her ear as he wrapped his hand around her throat as she looked up at him with a mixture of burning lust and hatred.

“I think you deserve to be punished.”

She glared at him trailing a finger down his chest as she bit her lip as he squeezed around her throat, trying to repel the moan from escaping.

He leaned back getting off of her as he went to his chest of drawers, pulling out titanium handcuffs as he spun it around his fingers.

“Remember that video I sent you?”

He licked his lips already imagining her hands wrapped around him.

She sighed nodding as she pushed him against the headboard.

“The one you sent of you or the-“

Leo rolled his eyes holding his arms up against the headboard as Xena cuffed him to the it.

“The one of that guy you fucking idiot.”

She glared down at him, tugging his hair harshly as he let out a soft moan.

He tested the strength pulling against them as he become satisfied that they’ll keep him in place, it kept Sho in place after all.

She pulled his boxers off flinging them to the other side of the room, ignoring Leo’s scowl as it landed on one of his lamps.

“Watch where yo-“

He let out a low hiss as she grabbed the lube and without warning poured it all over his dick, the sharp coldness surprisingly him as he stared at her wide eyed.

“You remember the safe word?”

Leo nodded as Xena wrapped a hand around him.

She started stroking him slowly, Leo’s head falling back, groaning at how good it felt.

“I need you to say it.”

She stopped her movements and flicked his nipple again, making him whine as he wiggled his hips at her.

“Oranges~”

She smiled as she without warning started stroking him massaging his balls as he took a deep breath.

How cute….

She shook the thought from her head as she furiously picked up her pace, the squelches of his precum mixing with the lube echoed throughout the room as Leo whined out shaking his head from side to side as he already felt himself about to cum.

“Fuckkk Xena-its too good”

He was gasping for breath letting out a choked moan as she started using a twisting motion-using both hands to cover the whole of his cock. It looked like he already came from the amount of precum dripping down, she rubbed her hand over his tip making sure to go along his frenulum as she came back down. His legs shaking and twitching controllably as he bucked into her, eyes rolling back as he pulled hard as his cuffs.

“I’m-fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna cum~”

He cried out, his legs scrapping against the sheet as he curled into himself spurting cum repeatedly as Xena gently moved him back to lean against the headboard.

He was breathing hard, she used one hand to gently stroke him as she tilted his head up popping her thumb into Leo’s mouth so he can taste himself. He moaned sucked against it swirling his tongue around her thumb as she slowly pulled it out rubbing his bottom lip as he gazed at her with half lidded eyes.

She returned her other hand back down and started rotating and twisting both hands quickly around his length. Leo breathing heavily as a mantra of moans echoed throughout the room, the squelching sung to his ears as he gripped onto the cuff links for dear life, she concentrated on rubbing at his head caressing it as drool started running down Leo’s chin.

“It’s so wet-I can’t Xe I can’t oh my god~”

He cried out as she leaned in and sucked at his nipples, she squeezed harder making sure to add extra pressure around his tip.

“Shit you-fuck it’s so tight I-you’ll make me cum again please-please“

He breathlessly begged her, arching his back so she could access his chest more as he bucked into her unable to control himself as she started trailing kisses up to his neck, he was writhing underneath her, throbbing as he was so close to cumming once more.

“Does it really feel that good baby? You want it tighter?”

She whispered into his ear, Leo’s leg shaking uncontrollably as he whined out loudly, her dirty words being the ammo he needed to cum again as he released himself all over her, her hands covered in his cum as she started licking it off one of her hands, as she stroked Leo through his second orgasm.

“You’ve been such a good boy Leo.”

She pressed a kiss to his ear as he whimpered loving the way she praised him. She leaned over to the chest of drawers grabbing Leo’s phone as she squeezed hard around his tip, furiously stroking at him again with one hand as she started filming him with the other.

His moans getting louder as tears streamed down his face, pink dusting his face as he almost came as he made eye contact with the camera. His body jolting and jerking as he pulled at the cuffs once again, eyes rolling back as she relentlessly jerked him off.

“Nooo, I don’t I can’t cum anymore, I can’t I don’t”

He sobbed out as she she rubbed at his frenulum only doing that as she twisted and rotated solely around his tip as he tried to buck into her. She quietly shushed him, pressing a kiss to his lips as he cried out her name, a long whine of pleasure and eyes screwing as his cum streamed out of him, she aimed it at his chest watching on the camera as he painted himself pretty.

“Fuck just like that Leo, you’re so pretty like this, can you do one more for me baby? Can you be a good boy?”

He nodded his head aggressively as he looked up at her through tear stained lashes.

“I’ll be good…please Xena.”

She put his phone down, leaving it up to him what he wants to do with the video.

She returned both hands to him, his cock covered in array of cum and lube, it was insanely messy and wet as she watched it slowly drip down to his balls, she rubbed it in massaging his balls as a choir of grunts, whines and moans chimed with the squelching of his hot wet dick as Leo lost himself to a lust filled mind fog.

She continued stroking him watching as his jaw fell open as it was hard to tell when he’s cumming or if it’s just precum, a constant streak of cum spurting from him as he shook in her hold.

“You’re so cute like this Leo~”

She squeezed both hands tighter around him watching as his eyes fluttered shut as he uncontrollably twitched and jerked trying to get away from her as it all become too much.

“No not tight please please please”

His pleas desperate and breathy as she continued her ministrations.

“Awh but baby how will I get you to cum again?”

She teasingly sang to him as she rubbed her thumb against his tip, he let out a loud whine as he looked at her panicked and lust filled.

“You can’t-fuck Xena please something else will-it’s too good~”

Her delicious strokes were breaking his mind as babbles escaped him; she watched amused as she added more pressure to his tip, stroking the rest of him as she leaned in pressing more kisses to his neck leaving little nips as she did, little marks slowly starting to litter his necks

“Let it come out baby~ I got you.”

She cooed at him, stroking him faster as all you could hear echo through the room were the wet squelches and Leo’s cries as he clung to the cuffs for dear life as spots and stars started taking over his vision.

High pitched whines and whimpers pried out from him as the overwhelming intense orgasm crashed down on him as his legs kicked at the covers beneath him tremors running through him as he squirted everywhere as Xena stroked him through his blinding orgasm. He heaved out deep breaths as he tried to flicker his eyes open to face Xena but was too overwhelmed to even bare that.

She kept going until he was completely finished, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as she finally let go of his softening dick.

She undid his cuffs as he slumped against her, kissing his wrists as she spotted the purple bruises already starting to appear, she brushed through his hair to help comfort him kissing the top of his head as he let out another whimper, still slightly shaking in her hold as she guided him to lay down.

She sighed as she checked him over, rubbing a thumb over his check as he tiredly turned his head to face her.

“I’m gonna run you a bath, will you be okay staying here for a moment Leo.”

He let out a whine as he leaned into her hand.

She sighed as the compelling feeling to spoil him took over, she supposedly hated him most of the time despite the fact that neither her or him can stay away from the other, leading them to these sort of situations.

“I’ll be one moment i promise Leo.”

She pressed another kiss to his forehead before pattering into his bathroom, running his bath waiting to it to fill up as she put in lavender scented bath salts and dried orange slices into it.

She walked back into his room grabbing him a spare change of clothes as she placed it in the corner of the room, she waited for the water to fill testing the temperature before sneakily grabbing some of his clothes for herself to wear. Her gym wear now ruined and stained…not that minded much, it was well worth it.

She walked over to Leo gently helping him up as she guided the exhausted man to his bathroom, leading him into the bath as he gripped at her wrist trying to drag her in with him.

She bit her lip debating what to do, they usually left eachother to it at this point but lately Leo’s been quite needy, she thought it was adorable half the time…including this one as she stripped her clothes off getting in and sitting behind him as she wrapped her arms around Leo.

He let out a satisfied sigh and he leaned back into Xena, she gave him a small neck massage as she hummed a tune to herself, grabbing his lavender shower gel and gently washing him down.

“Um…would you like me to wash your hair.”

His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering as she washed him down.

He nodded his head as his hand fumbled to grab a deep conditioner from the side. He half grabbed it still not getting feeling in his arm as it nearly dropped into the bath, luckily Xena caught it. She grabbed his shower head, an insanely fancy contraption as she put it on its softest setting as she shuffled back a bit.

She brushed his hair back with her hands spraying the water over him to ensure it’s wet before massaging the deep conditioner into his hair, he let out a soft moan humming happily as the smell of strawberries joined the room. It said to leave it in for ten minutes so whilst they waited she turned the water off and gently grabbed Leo’s wrist, he made a small sound of discomfort before sighing once more as she massaged his wrists trying to help feeling come back to arms.

“S’ good….”

He muttered out as they let the quiet settle over them.

Leo had a small smile on his face as his plan worked, it was well worth getting xena that angry, he’s now getting the best of both worlds her doting and her wrath. But it was more like she was spoiling him the whole time in the end, it was much needed attention he needed from her as she had been distracted with other houses.

Ten minutes passed and Xena tried to be as delicate as possible to wash the conditioner out, massaging and caressing to make sure it felt good for Leo as he closed his eyes enjoying being spoiled.

As soon as she was satisfied it was washed out he leaned back onto her, his head leaned back resting on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Are you okay?”

She felt him relax again her, all tension he’s been holding all week completely gone.

“Mhhhmm; you treated me so well~”

He croaked out tiredly.

Xena huffed out a laugh, as the two layed there, nearly falling asleep the only thing keeping them awake was the water turning cold, Xena helped Leo out of the bath wrapping him in a towel and showing him where she placed his change of clothes before quickly having a shower as he changed, putting in the deep conditioner at Leo’s exhausted insistence, sitting in the bath as she waited, Leo leaning against it as she brushed a hand through his wet locks.

She washed out the conditioner quickly changing into her newly stolen clothes fumbling around the bathroom trying to find a hairdryer.

She dried Leo’s hair, he was almost falling asleep against her leg as her nails gently wracked through his scalp, she swore he let out a purr as she did, cat like eyes glancing up at her in satisfaction.

She quickly dried her own hair before guiding Leo back to bed, he frowned at the messy sheets glancing at Xena as she sighed, sitting him down on his sofa and hunting down a change of sheets in his cupboard.

He had her wrapped around his finger.

He watched her half asleep as she changed the sheets, dumping the soiled sheets into a corner of the room before leading Leo to bed.

He realised she was wearing his yellow hoody and black joggers, the hoodie originally stolen from Sho, she had chosen for him another hoody stolen from Sho-a lilac one and another pair of black sweats.

He collapsed into bed, grabbing onto her arm and yanking her into bed with his as he laid his head on her chest, nuzzling into her as she’s brushed a hand through his hair.

“It’s annoying how cute you are…”•_•

[milkviolets]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

am i the only one who has especially been missing catfish and the bottlemen recently ? seriously wondering where in the hell van mccann went to... well, in memory of them, here's a repost of some memes i made a few years back ! i'm working on a tip-jar too as i've fallen on hard times. anyways, enjoy !

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐘

‘  See, I’m not the type to call you up drunk, but I’ve got some lies to tell  ’

‘  She hates her work but loves to flirt... It’s a shame she don’t work with me  ’

‘  I’m only looking out for you  ’

‘  I only ever put out for you  ’

‘  I tried to steer you clear of this place  ’

‘  You’re simpático  ’

‘  You don’t own worries or a chest full of heartache  ’

‘  You can leather me with your lips  ’

‘  Our dealer hates me you know  ’

‘  I’ve gotta give it to you, you give me problems. ’

‘  Instead you call me up with a head full of filth  ’

‘  I’ll never acquiesce anything you’re thinking  ’

‘  I fell into your arms  ’

‘  The sun’s up and my head’s fucked  ’

‘  God, I love it when you do that.  ’

‘  I remember when we swapped names  ’

‘  Your friends all hated it  ’

‘  Fuck it if they talk  ’

‘  Cause I’d rather go blind than let you down  ’

‘  You’re depending on me again  ’

‘  Rest on me  ’

‘  Honey, that’s alright.  ’

‘  I told you from the start that I was always gonna change  ’

‘  I pissed you off again  ’

‘  I got my stuff and left  ’

‘  Oh, but no, you still had to call  ’

‘  But we just always seem to just fallout  ’

‘  I spent my yesterday ducking your calls  ’

‘  You always told me it got me thinking straight  ’

‘  I’m sorry if I drove your matches to my clothes  ’

‘  You know how I can get sometimes  ’

‘  You see I struggle to sleep at night  ’

‘  Nobody gets me  ’

‘  There’s always something to hide  ’

‘  Evidently proved that I didn’t need you  ’

‘  Oh, please, you’re obsessed!  ’

‘  I said she looked over-dressed  ’

‘  I’m feeling it’s put on.. When you say you don’t need me, and you want nothing of me.  ’

‘  But you just don't know how it feels to lose something  ’

‘  They took my mother at thirteen  ’

‘  ___ deffo didn’t like that  ’

‘  I’m her pacifier  ’

‘  You know, when you're gone, I struggle at night  ’

‘  Dreams of you fucking me all the time  ’

‘  I'm craving your calls like a soldier's wife  ’

‘  I wanna bring you home myself  ’

‘  Come back, move in, mess my place. ’

‘  I know you love to drive me up the wall  ’

‘  And I'm so impatient when you're not mine. ’

‘  Offer my hand and I'll take your name. ’

‘  Share my shower, kiss my frame  ’

‘  I wanna love you, but I've no time  ’

‘  For your friends who can fucking do one.. I've had a rough night  ’

‘  Let's get drunk in your bedroom and have a smoke in your window, until you're urging I tear up your clothes  ’

‘  And all I wanna know is just how far you wanna go  ’

‘  I wanna make it my business  ’

‘  I wanna make it my problem  ’

‘  Narcissistic but fuck it, I'm calling. ’

‘  I need to know you're alright  ’

‘  If you've been having doubts at all, then you can come and mess my bed up, and I can change your marital setup  ’

‘  Then you can come and mess my bed up  ’

‘  ____ stand there selling bricks to the rioters  ’

‘  I can’t believe you’re 26  ′

‘  You’ve got a mind that is so hell-bent on fixing me up before I get my coat off  ’

‘  But I still love you tearing me up at the seams  ’

‘  You see, I'd have known what I know now, then I would not have been less tempted to get you on top at such a pace.  ’

‘  I’d have been good to you, babe  ’

‘  Darling, I'm done for once  ’

‘  I plan on coming back for nothing... But then again, there's you.  ’

‘  Then you can offer to take her home  ’

‘  And I've always loved you for that  ’

‘  ____ always knew how to pull the strings  ’

‘  Give me some madness I can get off on  ’

‘  I want you to exhaust me  ’

‘  'Cause when you act placid you know that I can't stand it  ’

‘  Whoever you're mixing your drinks with is dying to go to town on you  ’

‘  Go ahead, girl, frustrate me. ’

‘  Give me some assumptions I can make of you  ’

‘  And come back and find me with her entwined round me  ’

‘  Guess we were living fast  ’

‘  Your eyes come to show that it was so rare to see you sober  ’

‘  And I did my best to get my hands under your jacket so we could make a racket  ’

‘  Nothing's alright, believe me  ’

‘  And I say I won't feel the same in the mornings  ’

‘  Nothing's alright, we're leavin’  ’

‘  Tyrants help build us  ’

⠀༌༙ ⁎ ཾཾ ུ⁎

[avonne-writes]

Happy birthday week, dear! I hope you have a wonderful and joyous week 😊

All of those prompts were just adorable and I had such a hard time choosing just one!

So of these three, maybe pick your favourite?SWAY, TUCK, TILT

Thank you so much, dear! 🥰 I decided to write this in my HS AU.

[ SWAY ]  sender pulls receiver into a slow dance in the living room / kitchen / bedroom

Gale smooths a hand down the front of his white shirt, then tugs his trousers a little higher up to make sure they sit right on his hips. He put some calming music on to ease his nerves but a part of him remains jittery because he knows Georgia and Neil are going to take photos of him and Bucky downstairs. He really doesn’t want to pose, he sucks at it.

Staring at his reflection in his closet door mirror, he sighs and ties his long hair up in a neat bun. He can’t believe it's prom already. His last high school dance. A sad, melancholic feeling aches in his chest when he thinks about it, but there’s some excitement behind it too. Soon, he won't have to depend on anyone or to fulfill their expectations - he’ll be able to do whatever he wants and take his life in whichever direction he chooses. He’ll be free.

He glances at the black tux draped over his bed. His mom bought it for him. His mom. She asked Gale to spend a Saturday with her and they went to the mall where they ended up buying it. Then she took him home - back to Bucky's place - gave him an awkward hug and asked him to send her a picture if he decided to wear it. Gale spent the rest of that evening crying in his room. He still wants to cry whenever he looks at it. But he wants to wear it nevertheless. He's used to the pain of knowing what parental love is but never getting enough of it. You treasure what you can.

He reaches for the jacket, but before he could put it on, the door of his room creaks open. He doesn’t even have to look to know that it's Bucky - he’s the only one who never knocks unless he’s locked out. He whistles when he catches sight of Gale and grins at him in the mirror. Gale gives him a small, amused smile and slips his jacket on.

"Well, hello there." Bucky purrs at him and wraps his arms around his waist.

Gale turns around in his embrace and raises his eyebrows at him. "General Kenobi!"

As expected, Bucky guffaws like an idiot at the joke. He always does when Gale quotes one of his dumb memes back at him.

"You look gorgeous." He says once he stops laughing. His eyes glittering half-moons, squinting at Gale in joy.

"Hm-m." Gale hums and drops his gaze to the floor.

There’s a beat of silence, then Bucky drops a kiss to the corner of his mouth as if to say, come on, don't be sad, let’s have fun. Gale turns his head to press their lips together properly, and by the time he pulls away, they’re both smiling. He doesn’t want Bucky to prod at him to say what's wrong, so he looks for a distraction, and his eyes land on the ends of Bucky’s tie hanging undone over his chest.

"Do you need a hand?" He asks, tugging on the silky fabric.

Bucky rubs the back of his head. "Yeah. I didn’t wanna ask Mom. God, can you even imagine?"

Gale makes a contemplative sound and starts working on the knot. He learnt it from his grandpa when he was still alive. He used to spend long weeks every summer with the old man. But Bucky, of course, never had much male influence in his life, and Gale doesn’t think he was ever super close to his grandparents, so it shouldn't be a surprise that he still hasn't learned how to do this.

"You could have asked Neil." Gale says as he adjusts the knot until it sits perfectly on Bucky’s collar.

Bucky doesn’t reply anything to that, which is odd enough from him that Gale looks up. Bucky's sad puppy eyes stare back at him for a moment before Bucky blinks whatever emotion he felt away and holds up a hand.

"May I have this dance?"

Gale crosses his arms and gives him an unimpressed look. He has a good guess what the hell that silence meant. Bucky's feeling clingy again. That’s why he came to Gale and not to Neil, isn't, that's why he’s right here flirting when they're literally about to leave to do this the whole night. But it makes sense if Gale looks at it from Bucky's paranoid eyes - another milestone gone, another step closer to their dreaded college decisions and the separation Bucky fears.

Gale thinks about calling him out on it. He considers giving in to the tinge of annoyance he feels, but he lets it go. Exhales it through a small smile. Tonight is for fun and love, not fights.

He takes the hand offered, and finds himself being spun immediately. It makes him laugh.

"What are you doing?"

Bucky grins at him and tugs him close, swaying with him in a clumsy slow dance through the room to the music coming from Gale’s phone. He squeezes Gale’s waist with his right hand. "Warming up. We'll have to make an impression on the dance floor, baby."

"You can go make an impression with Curt while I hang out with the rest of the guys."

"I can’t dance with Curt, he knows he’s gonna be Prom King and won't shut up about it."

"Always such a jealous boy, Bucky." Gale tuts and surprises Bucky by pushing back and spinning him in turn. It makes Bucky grin so wide that Gale can barely see the blues of his eyes.

"I'm not jealous." Bucky chuckles and loops both of Gale's arms around his neck to hold him even closer. They rock side to side together. It feels nice enough that Gale wishes they did it more often. "I made a deal with him. If he wins, he’ll adopt you. Then I can call you princess and you can’t protest."

For a moment, Gale just looks at Bucky and feels a rush of fondness bubble through his veins at the sheer ridiculousness of it. Then he bursts into a laugh. "All right." He finds himself nodding despite his better judgment. "I'll be your princess tonight."

"Yeah?" Bucky's smile wavers in his surprise, as if he thought he'd only tease and flirt, not that Gale would go along with it. But Gale feels good now. The nervousness is gone. He feels free.

He tips his head up to rub his nose to Bucky's. "For one night." He smirks and kisses Bucky's mouth.

[vixlenxe]

📝 If your still doing this meme we wanna see your Aymeric or your Edmont

📝+ A CHARACTER AND I'LL WRITE THEM FOR A POST.

He feels as if the stacks of papers that fill is desk only grow when he is not attending to them, despite no one actually arriving to place more documents upon his desk. Of course, only when not working on them, does he truly realize how mountainous they are.

What he tackled now was only but a momentary distraction from such things, however. Sky blue eyes honed in on the older gentlemen before him.

"I see. You are with your full rights to be concerned." A noble of the Holy See, one of the few that was ready to make changes to their beloved nation stood before the Lord Speaker's desk.

"I do trust the word of the Warriors of Light & Darkness, but I can not deny that I held no small hesitation when I heard they would Ward the Princess of Makoto & house him in Ishgard, given our owns previous history with shadowing secrets." The former count of the Fortemps House spoke openly. Before another, he would yet stay his tongue, but with Lord Aymeric, he felt he could speak honestly. He balanced most of his weight onto his cane as he stood, still with all the pride a count of Ishgard would have. "Lord Aymeric, would it not look ill to our new Dravanian allies if we were to house someone who themselves shepherd a large secret used to deceive others?"

"You have full rights to your worries, Lord Edmont, I'll readily admit I felt the same such woes." Aymeric folded his hands onto his desk. "However, I believe if we were to do the opposite, it would have a harsher effect."

The ex-count raised his eyebrow. "Explain."

"For as much as the Princess of Makoto may have been a silent tool in this plan, he is also the one to bring light to it- the one to break the silence. If mine own case can be put to present, the Dravanians honored me as the silence breaker, they would do the same to him." Aymeric began, pausing & taking a breath before continuing. "It does speaks in volumes to his growth that he had spoke alltogether, compared to the King, who has not only not said a word publicly about this, I am told this was his 'grand idea' from the beginning."

"If we do not honor the risk that Princess Sakura took in this endeavor, then how can we move forward into this age of truth & fairness I wish to build in the Holy See?" A little smile did graze his lips, as he once again took a breath. When speaking his passions, he need learn to pace himself, least he hurt himself on his old wounds. "And I am much like you, Lord Edmont, I have all the faith in the Warriors of Light & Darkness's judgement. If they wish to Ward the Princess, then they have my support & I am prepared for any backlash it may give me. I will be sure to keep my eyes on letters, items & people that come from Makoto to be sure the only heir to Makoto's throne & their dear friend does not come to harm."

"... I see." Perhaps Edmont was far too worried about things he should not. He's meant to be retired after all. That Princess has the backing of the star's two greatest heroes, & that of the Lord Speaker, even if there was push back or an ill taste left by housing someone who held such a secret, he'd have not to worry for with honorable & powerful people like them in the princess's corner. "Thank you, Lord Aymeric for you time, I'm delighted to say my doubts have been rested."

[intcritus]

Kenta waddles on in with crispy edge pancakes to place in front of Itachi before sitting himself down with his own. Kitten paw chocolate blobs, fresh fruits and hot chocolate sauce in a kitty paw jar. Today was a them day.

Looking up from the book he’d started an hour prior, an immediate smile curls his lips and he closes it and sets it to the side. Itachi probably doesn’t say it aloud, but he adores these days. Where its just he and Kenta, vibing ( as his children would say ) and indulging in the things they enjoy. And he appreciates the care in which Kenta puts into his thought when it comes to what Itachi eats and knows he will actually consume. 

   He waits til Kenta is properly settled before picking up a slice of fruit, strawberry, it’s firm and sweet. Idly, he realizes how quiet the house is, his classical music filling the silence with violins and melodic piano chords before his attention is drawn back to the immortal. ❝ ━ Your hair is messy, ❞ he murmurs in greeting, a glimmer of mirth in his gaze as he eats another strawberry. Must’ve just showered because it’s still somewhat damp, but it smells nice.

The normalcy of them sharing pancakes and chocolate and fruit, most of it kitty-themed, isn’t lost on the feline, but it makes his heart warm. They can sit in silence for hours. Probably get up to some shenanigans, or just cuddle in peace, talking about plenty of things or nothing at all. It’s one of those things that piles to the top of the things he appreciates about Kenta. They’re both strange, but age and a lifetime of knowing each other makes them even more comfortable with one another. 

There’s something about crispy edges on pancakes that scratches his taste buds and makes him hum happily. Buttery and a nice crunch that pairs well with the chocolate and fresh fruit. The richness and freshness of it all settles like a warm hug. Shuffling closer, he lets his head rest against Kenta’s shoulder, a smile curling across his features. He hums along to the melody, fingers toying with the other’s sleeve, rocking a little. Even when their meal is finished, chocolate licked from their fingertips, the two just sat there in companionable silence, swapping kitty videos and silly memes, sharing memories and even idiotic jokes.

❝ ━ Wanna go out to pet some cats? ❞ They have the rest of the day to themselves and Itachi has found himself in the local shelter, petting and playing with some of the older felines who've yet to be adopted. He can tell they'd take well to Kenta, the immortal seems more at peace now, not on the edge. In any case, the purrs would put them both in great moods regardless. ❝ ━ You can blame me if we end up bringing one home, it's only right since we can't adopt them all, hm? ❞ A grin before he nudges Kenta's cheek with his finger.

when silence, cats & crispy-edges pancakes is all they need. / @nvrcmplt

[morgansmornings]

I wanna have a moment... just one moment. A moment where you're not expecting it, and I don't give you any indication anything is up, but we're out walking somewhere, we round the corner, and all of a sudden, I take hold of your arm and push you up against the wall. I lean in close, looking in your eyes, hearing your breath stutter and halt as you wonder what's happening right now. And then I kiss you. Deep. Hard. Like I've been wanting to kiss you for months. Like I hope you've been wanting me to kiss you.

And then I want the moment right after that, when our lips part, and you stare at me with that mix of feelings, and for an instant you're not sure if you're gonna say something to me, or slap me, or shove me away. A couple seconds tick by, and maybe I'm starting to pull back because we're right at that moment where I wonder if I made a mistake.

Only then you grab me by the front of my shirt and kiss me exactly as hard as I just kissed you.

Bonus if you suggest we continue that conversation back to either my place or yours.

This Meme: Accepting @ Anonymous ~~~*~~~

She knows that voice despite not being able to put a face to it in the hazy of being startled from sleep. It’s late and she should know better than to let her mind wander in her dreams. Jenna asleep downstairs or so she assumes. Which leaves her in tangled sheets and a thin layer of sweat coating her skin. 

She can feel the phantom touch lingering on her lips, but can’t tell if it was from the intruding thoughts or if she’d bitten them in her sleep. A shaky hand is drug through her hair as she tries to take the context clues of the dream to figure out who it was so that she could give a proper answer. Though it could be a simple one. 

She drags herself out of bed, bare feet protesting the chill of the wooden floor and metal stairs as she makes her way down and into the kitchen. She needed water, a glass of it to drink and to splash against heated skin. Bracing her hands on the edge of the counter to anchor herself in reality. It was too late to go back to sleep, but a bit too early to do much good if she went down stairs. 

Instead she takes her water across the way to the library nook in the corner were the papyrus tapestry hangs with her patron deity above her altar. Chooses to curl up under a throw blanket and wait for the minutes to tick by as she lets herself accept that she intruded on someone that she knows and their dreaming thoughts. Even if they can’t hear her she still talks to them in the calm drizzling night.

“Then what is stopping us?” She knows she won’t get an answer. But the thought is out there now. She will trust that someday that voice will be acted on so she can show the owner that, if she trusts them, then the possibilities are endless.

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FM Interviews: Scar Lip Reveals New EP and HBO Appearance

New York City has birthed countless trendsetters in the female rap game. Scar Lip is adding her name to the list. "I feel as though as New York artists, people love New York artists period. I guess it's just the culture. our culture they just love." Being only 21 years old, Scar Lip doesn’t have an abundance of rap experience, but she’s been through enough to make up for it. This young artist is coming swinging out of the Bronx with an original style and a point to prove. Scar Lip, born Sierra Lucas, first began gaining traction in mid-2020 by posting freestyle raps and dance routines to her TikTok. What started as a simple vessel for self-expression has now turned into an entire platform with over 1 million followers and growing every day. @scar_lip on TikTok Lucas is one of many rappers who understand the unique power of TikTok, and is tapping in all the way. "TikTok really benefits us artists in that,   like streaming right now." She explained. "TikTok gives us that platform to help. It's like a push for us." With more and more artists joining the app every day, Scar Lip has somehow found a way to edge out her competition.   Of course, fighting hard is part of the course for a New Yorker. With a city of nearly 9 million, it’s a hard race to the top when everyone's in the same position. So what sets Scar Lip apart? The answer is her complexity and duality. On her social media, you’ll find an abundance of memes and a vibrant personality. On her Spotify, you’ll find a hardened soul. Scar Lip's earlier work from years prior such as ‘Therapy’ and ‘Suicide Awareness’ dive into deeply traumatic childhood experiences like sexual assault and abuse. Through these tracks,  we get a glimpse into a young woman who’s been through impossible adversities and is still finding herself on the other side. It’s only with her newest single 'Glizzy Gobbler' that Scar Lip has started to lean more into her silliness and natural comedic chops with her music. Other Side of the Tunnel "So actually 'Glizzy Gobbler' started off as a joke, just a little freestyle cause I'm bored," she spilled when asked on the songs origin. "And I posted it on TikTok and it blew up like crazy. and I was like “oh no”. and everyone was like 'you need to make this a song you need to drop this and make it a song'. I went to the studio and just, went in the booth and made a song."  When listening to tracks like ‘Foster Care’ it’s hard to imagine this would be the same artist rapping about 'glizzies' just a couple of years later. But instead of a hard pivot, this transition feels more like a well-earned evolution for an MC who began in a dark place and now clearly wants to reflect the headway she’s made mentally. "this is more fun, and dance, and gives them something to smile about" she said about her unnamed upcoming EP. "In 2019-2020 I was sharing my story and now I wanna show them the growth and the progress." "You see how I'm eating this Glizzy munch and I chew until I got it in me I'm spinning they think I'm a dizzy forget throwing 10 yo I'm Tryna throw 50" - Glizzy Gobbler (2022) What's up Next? Unfortunately, It looks like we’ll have to wait just a bit longer for a full length debut album from Scar Lip. Still, it’s likely you’ll see her on your screen before then. "Definitely in a couple music videos coming out, a couple shows, and you might even see on TV." Scar Lip teased. While she wasn't able to leak the name of the show, we did get one clue. "On TV. HBO." she confirmed. In addition to this, Scar Lip is developing her own makeup line. There appears to be a recent phenomenon of female artists prioritizing their status as a double threat: musician and businesswoman. Now more than ever famous women are putting real passion into their side projects, especially in the makeup world. "My focus is on music but also being an entrepreneur as well ,not just music." she expounded. Still, she has her eyes on the prize, and that's her rap career. "Concerts, shows, performances. There's a lot." It takes only one listen to 'Glizzy Gobbler' to know Scar Lip has individuality in spades. With a combination of drill, airy vocals, and an equal amount of comedic and hostile bars, she’s crafted a track uniquely all her own. According to the 21-year-old, that’s one element she’d love to see more often from her NY peers. "I wanna see more authenticity. It don’t be real. I wanna see more people being real , being themselves." she voiced. But behind the tough love, this star in the making makes sure to uplift the fellow newcomers. "Keep trying keep grinding keep fighting and most of all keep praying." Written by Dreema Carrington Read the full article