#[HE DOES HAVE THE SOFTEST FEATHERS]

[grimowled]

Dear MIGHTY and TERRIFYING LORD STOLAS, PRINCE OF OWLS, MIGHTIEST OF MINDS, HE OF THE SOFTEST FEATHERS. We are sorry for not giving you cake before. Here, please enjoy this nine layer mint and chocolate cake encrusted with crushed oreos. Please don't reap our souls. Love, Your Friendly Neighborhood Cult Bros

"OH, HOW TERRIBLY kind of you, you shouldn't have ... "

the curiously worded praise is enough to reap a delighted hoot from the amused owl, and pull his beak into an amiable smile and his eyes into pleased crescents; the dark prince is aptly sated by the sweet offering from this ... cult.

"--really. I do not care for mint with chocolate. but your efforts are highly appreciated, and you are forgiven any past shortcomings, hoo hoo! I shall certainly be inclined to visit again.~"

[demiec0re]

HOW SQUID GAME 2 MEN WOULD TREAT YOU!

pairings! : kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem! reader, park gyeong-seok (player 246) x fem! reader, lee myung-gi (player 333) x fem!reader, park min-su (player 125) x fem! reader and choi su-bong/ thanos (player 230) x fem! reader

warnings! : mentions of panic attacks, smut, dr*g usage, mentions of violence (fighting), a tinsy bit of angst. let me know if i forgot anything!!

will contain sfw and nsfw headcannons!!

1. KANG DAE-HO

sfw.

- this man would be the softest, cutest, most caring man when it comes to you!

- if you guys are in the games, you are his first priority and will always make sure your health is 100%. gives you his food if you’re still that finest but hungry after dinner and pretends he doesn’t want it so you don’t feel bad.

- insists you make friends with people so that you’re safe in here. drags you over to his new group who give you a warm welcome. they make sure you’re safe throughout every game which you’re extremely thankful for.

- after the riot, he comes back shaking and sweating. you can tell he’s having a panic attack due to the gunshots reminding him of his time in the marines. you’ve have experience with this so you instantly leave your conversation with hyun-ju and jun-hee.

- you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down which works. you also rub his back and clear the sweat from his forehead whilst telling him it’s okay and you have him.

- it works and he’s calm.

nsfw.

- soft dom. wants you to feel as calm and comfortable as possible.

-deffo likes missionary and when you ride him so he can look at your face and wipe sweat from your forehead. he praises you like crazyyyyy and you would never hear anything degrading fall from his lips. ever.

-gives you little pecks on your neck which get more light and feather-y when leading down to your chest.

- when your legs get tired he can tell and flips you over to help you finish the job. makes sure you’ve came and you feel good before he does. just like he prioritises your safety in the games, he prioritises your enjoyment in the bedroom.

-he’s big with aftercare. wether you want a bath ran with rose petals and wine plus his company or just a wipe down and a massage you’ll get what you want because he loves you sosososo much.

-will make sure you’ve drifted off before he has. cuddles you from behind like a big bear!

2. PARK GYEON-SEOK

sfw.

- also prioritises your safety in the games. he’s gentle with you and you stick with him the whole time.

- he tells you about nayeon and his unfortunate position which you completely understand and you want to help him when the pair of you get out.

- will peck you before bed which the other guys think is soooo cute. he gets a little shy when they mention it. if anything occurs during the night, he’ll rush by your side and protect you at all costs.

- when the riot occurs you had preferred him not to go in case anything happened, only thinking of nayeon. when he’s not back for a while and eveyonr else is, you panic, big time.

- with tears escaping your eyes and several of the girls comforting you, a figure runs towards you. it’s none other than him! you’re super relived and you calm down when he convinces you that he’s completely fine.

- when you guys get out, you meet nayeon who’s absolutely adores you and gets all smiley when you’re around. she looks up to you as a motherly figure. when she’s better due to the money you both earned from the gruelling games, her hair grows back which you braid and style with clips everyday.

nswf.

- he fucks you slowly so you can feel every last drop of intimacy and love his man is pouring into your experience with him. also likes positions where he can admire your face.

- is vocal but not too vocal so you’ll hear a grunt and or a deep moan every now and again.

- another soft dom. doesn’t use toys or anything like that and likes it pure and simple. he’s a bit old fashioned so if you want anything like that he wouldn’t be too sure about it.

- eats you out with so much care and stops every few minutes to kiss your clit. this sends shivers down your spine. you grip his hair which spurs him on a little.

- makes sure you clean and happy after sex and sometimes falls asleep before you if he’s had a long day due to work or taking care of his daughter. you don’t mind bescuse you get to admire his beautiful face whilst he gets some rest.

3. LEE MYUNG-GI

sfw.

- makes sure you stick with him the whole time because he doesn’t want to have encounters with the wrong people like thanos who’s had his eye on you a couple times.

- gets into fights all the time, some of which revolve around you and his relationship with you. after he comes back with new bruises, you kiss them and urge him to stop getting into silly cat fights to which he rolls his eyes but agrees

- he has a soft spot for you and doesn’t really care about anyone else. always has an eye on you and during the mingle game you never. ever. leave his side.

- protects you and himself in fights during the night. will fight off anyone who even looks at you during them.

- during the riot, assures you all is okay and you’ll be fine. he was right. and when you guys get out, he takes care of you so well after you force him to pay off his debts to others which he didn’t really want to do.

nsfw.

- is more rough with you but still a soft dom. will degrade you from time to time with names like slut but nothing too heavy.

- will draw multiple orgasms from within you which leaves you seeing stars. he makes sure your always okay though.

- always comes in you and likes when you pull his hair or scratch his back while you’re getting off. he is much more vocal than the other guys and you guys’ moans combine to make a beautiful symphony.

- will wipe you down after sex but doesn’t do too much aftercare for you. he will run his fingers through your hair or massages you. makes sure you pee straight after because he read somewhere that you can get a UTI if you don’t which worries him.

-makes sure you fall asleep before him because he’s a gentleman.

4. PARK MIN-SU

sfw.

- is extremely sweet to you and loves you so much. initially didn’t want you to join the games with him but didn’t stop you.

- unfortunately he cannot protect you very well so most of the time during the night you’re the one fending for both of you but it’s okay because you love him.

- doesn’t speak up when thanos or any of his other leeches makes comments about you purely because he’s too timid to do anything. you stick up for yourself which he’s proud of you for.

- you comfort eachother during the riot

- when you guys get out you live a pretty peaceful and calm life which he enjoys and he pays for you guys’ meals out and pays for stuff he thinks you’d like which you find very sweet.

i didn’t write anything nsfw for min-su because i just can’t think of him doing anything like that 😭 sorry.

5. CHOI SU-BONG (thanos)

sfw.

- will call you names like señorita which you weren’t too fond of at first but the more he said it the more it grew on you.

-offers you his silly pills which you sternly reject. he doesn’t say anything more of them to you. you hate the fast that he takes them but you don’t want to nag him about it.

- during mingle, he physically kicks people away in order to secure a room for you guys which you think is wrong but you don’t say anything. after he notices you crying he quickly hugs you and tells you you’ll be fine which doesn’t really work but you stop crying anyway.

- drags you everywhere with him and makes you sit with his group who you don’t like at all besides se-mi who you grow fond of. when she changes her mind to X you knew it wouldn’t end well for her. you were correct.

- during night fights, you’re 100% safe because no- one would dare to do anything to you because they know what a nut job thanos is.

nswf.

- will fuck you rough and hard.

- also makes you come several times and might even make you squirt! doesn’t care where you guys are, sex is sex and he’s willing to get off if you are

- doesn’t really matter to him wether you come or not because all long as he has, eveything is good. pops a pill during it to increase him stamina which is already high enough.

- several rounds with him and you get overstimulated by the third one. he wants to go for a forth but you have to make it extremely clear that your body can’t handle it anymore.

- he likes doggy because then he can get nice and deep within your velvety walls. quite vocal and groans loudly, many even louder than you. degrading, toys and tears are alll his stimulants and will drive him on further.

- doesn’t have a clue about aftercare and will simply let out a loud and deep sigh after tying up the rubber and flop straight onto his back. he’s out like a light and is already sleeping deeply.

- your used to it so you just mirror his loud sigh and turn over and fall asleep aswell.

- hope you guys enjoyed this! if you want a version for the squid game girls (both s1 +2) lmk!!

[simping-overload]

ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ

a/n: the wings take inspo from maleficent. Colors, and other details are left vague! Feel free to send an ask for any other god for pt 2!

tags: wings, fluff, romance, human? reader, gods, headcanons format. completely gn reader! no gender ever mentioned. Not proof read!!!

characters: zeus, hera, ares, aphrodiate, hephaestus, hermes

Disclaimer: this combines the world of the og Greek texts, blood of zeus, epic the musical, hades game, and my personal view of the gods. this can contain improper or ooc information. I have favorites if it's not obvious.

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ᴢᴇᴜꜱ

-> loves them, finds that they add on to your beauty. teh strength of your wings impress him greatly, and he'd love to watch you fly. he sometimes likes to fly with you, turning into his bird form so you can race. yes, he will get upset if he loses and zeus tantrum ensues.

-> kiss, kiss, kisses them all the time. not an each of wing is left untouched. he knows where all of your senstive bits are and will use it to his advantage. the spot between your wings is teased relentlessly and often found to be covered in hickeys.

-> he has a painting of your wings and has them placed somewhere on his palace walls and likes to look at it frequently. he makes sure to get one that involves both him and your wings eventually as well. he's adamant that you have your wings around him as your sleep regardless of the position. he enjoys the feeling of your feathers against his skin greatly.

ʜᴇʀᴀ

-> finds your wings to be beautiful. She appreciates them for their appearance and their strength. she can often find herself captivated at the way they move even when idle. she loves flying with you, not to race but to simply relax. she likes to go sight seeing with you, pretty areas you find are often new vacation spots you use to get away from everyone.

-> she likes to touch them, where they connect with your back. the feathers are the softest there, and where your the most sensitive. somtimes she likes teasing you via letting her hands ghost around that area. she also likes to kiss your wings. she often does collect your feathers, adding them to her daily appearance since she wants to both look good(she always does) and have something to constantly remind her of you.

-> she finds it comfortable to be wrapped up in your wings. so please, let her rest against your chest safe in each other's arms as your wings are wrapped around her. blocking the rest of the world from reaching her.

ᴀʀᴇꜱ

-> he's indifferent about your wings, but he's worried about their fragility. at the beginning, he refused to spar with you on this pretense, but that changed when you managed to slap somebody with your wing and send them flying. when you spar, he's still careful and makes sure not to damage your wings intentionally.

-> just like his mother, he also likes to touch them, can quite find them therapeutic when he needs to calm down. he used to be and still is scared of breaking them, he's witnessed how easily his hands can break things and he doesn't want to break you. also because he accidentally pulled a feather out and didn't touch your wings willingly for a while. he doesn't kiss your wings but he smothers his face in them and just chills there.

-> the feathers that shead from your wings get collected for his helmet crest/plume(it's the brush looking thing on greek helms) when he finally acquires enough he'd have them condensed and into a newer helmet that he'd wear to battle.

ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴀᴛᴇ

-> she loves them! quite obsessed with them, actually. she makes sure they're taken care of and beautiful at any hour of day. she usually has a servant take care of them as she watches, making sure they're up to standard or she'd do it herself.

-> she collects your feathers, adding them onto the clothing she wears to show off who she's with. any feathers she can't put into clothes are tucked away in a box for later. don't bother worry the amount of feathers you'd eventually end up with and possibly hiding them. she will always end up finding them and will get upset with you.

-> she likes to sleep in your arms already and the wings are just a bonus. and even when you aren't in bed sleeping, regardless if your simply going about with your day doing whatever. she likes to hide in your wings to avoid her any duties and people.

ʜᴇᴘʜᴀᴇꜱᴛᴜꜱ

-> finds them quite beautiful and interesting. He doesn't worry about the fragility since he has a handle on his strength already. regardless of if you are a warrior or not, he wants to create armor for you. he almost reminds you of a strict seamstress when he takes your measurements.

-> he doesn't really do anything with your feathers aside for using them for a fidget. When he's looking over blueprints or paperwork, he lets himself twist it between his fingers and runs his fingers through it. like he does with his pencils he subconsciously tucks the feather into his ear or into his hair.

-> he doesn't mind being wrapped up into your wings but prefers when you lay on his chest/against him with your wings spread out across the large bed. he likes to run his fingers against the thick bones and feathers as he finds it easier to fall asleep.

ʜᴇʀᴍᴇꜱ

-> wants to race you and is quite impressed if you can keep up but even if you can't, he appreciates the effort. he likes to be held by you and fly with you on his breaks, enjoying your company and the view at the same time. he also would help you take care of them, preening is a new favorite pass time of his.

-> hands and lips are all over the wings. running his hands through them any chance he possibly has as he relaxes. he steals your feathers, he has no use for them but he likes to have them on his long messenger trips to help him feel less home sick. the feather helps him keep his head on his shoulders when he's all stressed out.

-> wrap him in your wings like you'd roll a cat into a burrito. He likes them, and even if he suffocates, he wld be content it. Just like aphrodiate he'd use your wings as cover for when he's hiding away from his duties or people, forcing himself into your arms and having you hide him in your wings as discretely as possible.

[heizlut]

Little Lamb

ꕀ cw: public (no one is around though), one mention of kidnapping

ꕀ tags: sub fem!reader, dom!scar, creampie, rough sex, oral m!receiving, minor spoilers for rover’s 1st encounter with scar, mostly proofread

ꕀ nsfw under the cut

ꕀ m!list here

Scar stalks circles around you as you stand there in the abandoned village that was decimated by a ritual done by its own people, “Don’t you wonder whatever happened to the little lamb in my fable, love?” Your eyes track him as he moves around you, as if you were the prey to a very dangerous creature, “Maybe you should enlighten me.” He smirks down at you then moves behind you in one smooth motion, “Gladly…”

His hands travel down your body slowly, sending tingles down your spine. His fingers trailing lightly over every curve, pausing only to linger on your breasts. He didn’t squeeze them as you had expected but the lingering touch ignited something inside of you. Scar’s fingers trailed lightly over your pebbled nipples that poked through your top, making you let out the softest, breathy moan.

His smirk widens at your reaction and he bends down slightly to whisper huskily in your ear, “Did you like that, my sweet lamb?” You capture your bottom lip between your teeth, not trusting your voice to answer as you arch your back against his chest. Scar chuckles lowly, “That’s what I thought.”

His hands continue down your body, resting at your hips when he suddenly pulls you flush against him. His hardened cock pushing against your ass as he whispers down in your ear once again, “Such a helpless little thing… Whatever should I do with you?” The feeling of his cock against your ass practically has you reeling, “Please…” Scar raises a brow and chuckles once more, “Please what, little lamb?” You whimper at his response, hoping he would just read your mind and get on with it instead of relentlessly teasing you.

A resounding laugh falls from Scar’s lips and his grip tightens on your hips, “Come on, love, tell me…” He grinds his throbbing, clothed cock against your ass, making you moan and your eyes flutter, “Please… I need to feel you inside of me.” Oh, if you could only see the smirk on his face, you would’ve crumbled within his grasp even more than you had already done, “Anything for you…”

With that, his hands were tugging down your skin-tight pants. Maybe a part of you was silently thanking the fact that no one else was around, but truthfully, your thoughts were a muddled mess. You are held against him, in just the cutest red panties Scar had ever seen. His fingertips trace the edges with a feather-light touch, his hot breath fanning over your ear, “Did you wear these in anticipation of meeting me? How cute~”

You wanted to shake your head and deny his claims, but that would’ve been a lie. You’d heard of him briefly through others from this strange new world, but you would swear it was just your subconscious preparing yourself for an encounter such as this. He laughs again, it’s a husky sound that drives deep within you, “You can’t even deny it~”

You shiver under his touch when he begins to slowly pull those panties down, already dripping in anticipation for his more intimate touch. Scar of course does not give you what you want as you expect it; his fingers slowly moving down and teasing your inner thighs, oh so close to where you were desperate for his touch, “Is there something more you want to ask from me?~” Scar’s voice is low and teasing as he speaks. All you want are his fingers on your clit and inside of you, pressing into your most sensitive spots, “I.. want your touch..”

Scar laughs, his eyes darkening, “Cute… To think such a powerful being would fall so weak to little old me~” If you had been lucid enough to respond properly, you would have rolled your eyes and maybe even walked away, but it was as if you were under a spell… His spell… Maybe you wanted this. Maybe there was something about him that made you utterly weak to him. That had to be it, why else would you be here? As if you’d view him as an actual romantic interest…

The calloused pad of Scar’s middle finger presses against your clit, making you weak at the knees as you suck in a sharp breath. One corner of his lips curve up, “Just trust me… I’ll make you feel pleasure you’ve never experienced before.” Who were you to deny him?

His finger rubs in slow, sweet circles on your clit. Your back arches once more against him, your breathing heavy. Scar uses his other arm to hold your upper body close to his, his free hand gently squeezing your breasts.

He relishes they way your breasts squish and mold into his touch. His tongue darts out and licks the shell of your ear, sending a new round of hair-raising tingles throughout your body, “Your reactions are simply too delicious for me to stop… I should just take you away into one of my domains and lock you up so I can have these reactions all to myself… whenever I please.”

Before you can even try to get your thoughts straight to respond to him, Scar’s finger dips into your dripping entrance, immediately curling against your sweet spot. “S-scar..!”, you whine as your eyes threaten to roll back from pleasure. His breathy, low chuckle fans over your ear as he continues his motion, “Oh how I love when you say my name~”

He removes his finger from your warm walls and forces you to face him. Your eyes take in his scarred face and mismatched eyes, making Scar’s lips turn up in a dangerous smile, “See something you like?” If this had been any other interaction with him, you definitely would’ve scoffed and spat back some witty retort. But this interaction wasn’t normal. And maybe you were completely fine with that.

Rough fingers trace along your jaw, his thumb pausing on your bottom lip then presses down gently on it, “Open up, little lamb. I want a taste…” The way he spoke was so low, twisting with an aura of danger and pleasure. You open your mouth only for him to make another demand, “Tongue out.”

Once you stick your tongue out of your open mouth, Scar leans down and flicks his tongue against yours before sucking on the tip. Once he released your tongue, he straightens back up with a devilish smirk, “Mmm.. so sweet, I could just swallow you whole~”

You stand there almost gawking at him, trying to comprehend what just happened. You had expected a kiss, not the strange sensation of his tongue licking against yours and the feeling of your tongue sucked between his pretty lips. You can definitely understand why people would follow him with his magnetizing aura. It made you tremble in both fear and excitement.

The sight of you pulls a husky laugh from his lips and he tilts his head slightly, his shaggy white and red hair following his motion, "That look in your eyes tells me I've got you right where I want you..." With that, he grabs your thigh and lifts your leg, making you more exposed than you already were. He wraps his other arm around your waist to support your now off-kiltered balance.

Scars lips almost graze yours when he speaks again, "Why don't you be a good girl for me and take out my cock, yes?" You blink, wide-eyed as you process the request, bringing back that devilish grin on his lips, "Go on... Unless you'd like to stay in this position til someone finds us here~"

You gulp at the thought and his voice lowers to a hushed teasing tone, "Unless that's what my little lamb would like?" That snaps you out of it and you make quick work of the zipper of his full-body suit. A stray thought crosses your mind that this would've been so much easier if he had been in a proper outfit with pants you could just tug down, but you would have to make do with this.

You didn't know how much time either of you had before some random adventurer wandered through this village. You fumble slightly as you reach in through the zipper and your fingers make contact with the soft, velvety skin of his cock that was throbbing to be pulled out.

Scar sucks in a sharp breath when your fingers wrap around his length and pull it out, the tip already oozing with pre cum. With your hand wrapped around his cock and the way he inhaled so sharply made you feel like you had some semblance of power over him, if only but for a moment. You rub your thumb across his slit, the pre cum wetting the pad of your finger.

Scar bites his bottom lip at the feeling and his grip on you tightens, "That's enough playing." Not allowing you to linger in your newfound sense of power, he pushes his hips forward, the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit and through your folds, "I"m going to fuck you so hard your pussy will only be able to take my cock, no one else's."

The motion and his words seep into you as you subconsciously let go of his throbbing length that twitches and bobs from its own weight. Scar clicks his tongue and your eyes find his mismatched ones yet again, "Gonna make me do all the work huh? Grab it and position it correctly while I'm still playing nice, yeah?"

You let out a choked whimper and wrap your fingers around his cock once more, lining it up with your dripping entrance. You let go once you feel the mushroom-like tip push into your awaiting gummy walls. With a breathy chuckle, Scar pushes in hard, sheathing his full length inside of you as you quickly wrap your arms around his neck for support, "What a good girl~"

Scar wasted no time as his hips begin to thrust up into you at a rough pace that you could barely handle. It was silly to even think that he would give you a moment to adjust to his thick length. He was a villain after all. You felt stuffed full beyond belief as his cock ruts into the deepest parts of you, hitting in all the right spots.

All you can do is hold onto him and babble his name between the lewdest sounding moans and whimpers. Scar's hair begins to stick to his forehead from sweat, his abs flexing with each thrust as he holds your leg up. The angle made his cock feel even bigger than it truly was and you were not about to complain.

His hot breath fans across your lips. You mouth falling open in a sweet moan. Scar takes this moment to capture your lips in his, his tongue twisting and moving against yours. His thrusts become shallow and remain deep, not due to an impending orgasm, but with the need to be as closely and wholly connected to you as humanly possible.

Your clothed breasts bounce and squish against his broad chest in time with his cock fucking into you. Scar's voice is raspy and breathless as he speaks, "Need to feel your pussy squeeze around my cock. Come on, little lamb, milk me for all I'm worth."

Everything was overwhelming your senses and his words drove you over the edge, "Ngh! Scar!" You cry out his name, letting it echo through the abandoned village as you cum hard on his cock. Your wet, tight walls squeeze impossibly tighter around his length, causing Scar to let out a deep, resounding groan from his throat. He was about to fucking lose it.

Everything about you made him wish he could have you all to himself with 24/7 access. Gods be damned if he couldn’t make that reality. From the moment he saw you in this very clearing, trying to make sense of the tragedy that occurred in this poor village, he knew he would make you his. His cock throbs and pulsates within you, unintentionally pressing up against your sweet spot which made your eyes flutter shut.

Scar clicks his tongue once more, “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Your eyes gaze deep into his as he gives a particularly harsh thrust up into you. Your pretty eyes on him is his undoing as ropes of cum spill into you as a ragged groan falls from his lips.

The way he’s holding you so tight is sure to leave bruises, to which he hoped you would proudly flaunt. His cock twitches with the residuals of his orgasm, his cum already leaking out past his length that was still resting inside of you.

Gently, he releases your leg, but being back on both legs after such a brutal fuck had you literally weak in the knees. You would have collapsed if it weren't for his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he smirks down at you as if he wasn't just as affected by the occurrence, "See? You need me."

The weak whimper that claws up from your throat just boosts his ego even more. He pulls you against him as he looks down at you, almost nose to nose with you, "Follow me, little lamb, and you'll be granted everything you could ever wish for..."

🂲🃍🂶🂲🃍🂶🂲🃍🂶🂲🃍🂶🂲🃍🂶🂲🃍

a/n: this is what i would like to think would've happened if we had been given a third option in our dialog with him while he tried to get us to look for clues😌 (i chose to fight him after looking at the first two clues, i couldn’t resist lmao)

[giamee]

🍥 ᯓ★୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐘, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘!

STARRING. ノ sunday

request. ノ anon: hello, i saw that your requests were open and i was wondering what sunday would be like in bed with a halovian!reader. would he tease her by touching or nipping at her wings??

word count. ノ 0.8k

contains. ノ SMUT! although tbh it's not too explicit, implied fem!reader, more foreplay-focused / suggestive. halovian!reader, wingplay? sunday cums in his pants like a loser😍, dry humping kinda

gia's notes. ノ good evening everynyan!! starting off kinktober 2024 with sunday smut. because it's good for the soul 🫶

⟡ i think that a soft!sunday as well as a teasing!sunday is one that i like the sound of the most

⟡ he's definitely got a more playful side to him

⟡ and since you're both halovians, of course he knows just how to get under your skin. wings. whatever.

⟡ he knows every little spot that will have you keening and moaning at the slightest touch

⟡ and he'd be a complete fool not to utilise them

⟡ in fact, it's his favourite type of foreplay

⟡ to rile you up gradually throughout the day brings him a certain type of joy

⟡ to pass off every touch as something innocent and unassuming as he watches you bite your lip and shuffle in place

⟡ that's a game that he will never tire of playing

⟡ the way he'll lean into you, just breaching your personal space but still not close enough to be too imposing

⟡ how he'll listen to you so earnestly, before reaching a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

⟡ to let his gloved fingertips linger against your skin, before trailing a little lower and brushing against the softest, downiest feathers of your wings

⟡ revelling in the little shudder you can't help but let escape at his touch

⟡ fighting to keep his poker face straight as he withdraws, bidding you a good day

⟡ you both know it was nowhere near accidental

⟡ another encounter of a similar nature, where his fingers comb through your wings now, an act so intimate that you blush when he does it in public, makes your knees weak and your fingers dig into his wrist as you shoot him a warning look

⟡ he merely utters a "what's wrong, angel?"

⟡ delivered with a smile so saccharine that you almost believed it

⟡ oh yes, sunday loved this game

⟡ but what he loved even more was when you decided to play it too

⟡ coming up to him, engulfing him in a quick hug to disguise the sly stripe that you lick behind the shell of his ear, right where his most sensitive feathers lay

⟡ a hand that brushed the back of his neck, twisting into his feathers with one swift tug

⟡ as much as he got you hot and bothered, you had the very same effect upon him

⟡ so it's no surprise that once the two of you are safely behind closed doors, you can barely keep your hands off of each other

⟡ a full day of this little game that the two of you play had him practically pouncing upon you, planting a searing kiss upon your lips as deft fingers begin to undress you

⟡ you respond by deepening the kiss, letting your hands explore the expanse of his silky hair, before returning them to their rightful place buried in his wing-feathers just to hear the low moan that he had been stifling for all of these hours

⟡ he's made quick work of your clothing by now, the fabric now loosened and falling away to reveal your practically naked body to him

⟡ and his lips migrate to the side of your face, your neck, your shoulder, before finally his lips pepper your sensitive wings with butterfly kisses as you squirm, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter at his ministrations

⟡ and then you feel his teeth graze against your wings, a loud moan slipping past your lips at the sensation

⟡ and sunday merely chuckles against your skin, his nose affectionately bumping against your wings once more, not missing the way your hips twitch and grind down against the thigh that he had oh-so-conveniently slotted between your legs

⟡ because he had this all planned out

⟡ he knew your body like the back of his hand by now

⟡ and this part of the game was his favourite

⟡ seeing how quickly he could reduce you into a moaning mess, pathetically grinding against him in a search for any sort of friction to relieve your pent up frustration

⟡ that was the true prize to him

⟡ the thought of you practically being putty for him had him straining against the fabric of his boxers, deciding to indulge the both of you with a rut of his own hips against your core that had the both of you moaning once again

⟡ but what really makes sunday's eyes roll to the back of his head is the sensation of your fingers gripping his wings, enough to make his vision go white as he cums hard

⟡ because as much as he makes you fall apart, you always seem to be just that bit better than him at his very own game

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[howyouloveyourdragon]

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summary: sometimes all you need is a gentle lover and a comforting hand, Jacaerys knows this all too well with you at his side and a crown at his temple request: Hii can I request a softest love prompt 2&7 for Jace:)))) pairing: King!Jacaerys x reader pronouns: she/her dividers by: saradika and cafekitsune wordcount: 2,659  prompts: 2. touching foreheads in a hug, 7. that gaze--tired, soft, their thumb gently rubbing your cheek, noses touching, silently mumbling an "i love you" banners by myself A/N: i really hope you enjoyed this anon! let me know!

“AND IF we are unable to find said payment or refuse, then it is a reasonable assumption to make that–” The droning speech of Isembard Arryn, Master of Coin, continues despite the Jacaerys’ clenching jaw and slitted gaze. “War is no solution.” Lord Cregan Stark swiftly interrupts him, glancing his King’s way as the words pass him. It is no secret that the King is not fond of division nor war. Jacaerys stays staring ahead, gaze hard and impenetrable. “We have the money.” He contributes, voice uncharacteristically gruff. You squeeze his hand but as quickly as you can blink, he brings your palm to his lips and places a deft kiss there. Soft and gentle as it had always been. The council pauses at the motion then returns to the matter. They shift in discomfort, they continue to look at his stiff form. “I believe, our liege, that–” Lord Thaddeus Rowen, Master of Laws and lord justiciar begins. “My Hand is right, let us rest on the matter.” Jacaerys snaps briskly. Lord Rowen clears his throat and lets a childish huff pass him. “The decision should be made with haste, your grace, Lord Baratheon shall not be so kind. He will–” Arryn presses further before– “We will let it rest!” Jacaerys shouts with suddenness. He stands and slams one cold, commanding fist against the table. Each breath is held at such an outburst and for once, the King is not blinking at the nothingness of a floor or blankly ahead. Purpose takes flight in his eyes, directing their focus as sharp as a blade on the infuriating man. 

Silence presides over the table, It echoes and flickers with the rage of a King’s charge. Your King had spoken and if his council continued to defy him, you were certain that it would end less than favourably for them. And so, you circle your thumb of his hand and latch your eyes on the side of his face until the pull of your attention tugs him back to you. His eyes lock on your own–at first they stare with the stark hardness of stone. They swim with slitted irritation and glare with a gruffness unknown to you. But he is still your Jacaerys and it takes not long before he softens at your own gaze, you are enough to gentle him. You always are. Jacaerys swallows and turns his gaze back on his dispersing council. “I meant not to frighten you.” He uttered quietly. His body lightened like a feather and his sights trained on the stone table before him. As easily as he does so, you stand and cup his face with your unarmed hand. Your fingers flatten against his face and turn him once more before you. “You could never frighten me.” You reply simply, closing your eyes. Simpleness was your most favourable quality. Everything you cast him was with ease, no secrets stood between you both. It was a relief after so long at troublesome court for you both. A bated huff fluttered with purpose through his nose and it took little for the both of you to rest your foreheads together. He releases shuddered breaths which follow the seam of your mouth. “I love you.” He whispers. A smile pinches at your lips. “I love you too.” You return as the doors swing shut. Another sigh passes through your husband and relaxation washes over him. 

Finally everyone has left, Jacaerys’ arms wrap around you and fingers are already pawing at your gown. It comforts him to feel you, to clench that fabric up in his balled hands and know you’re there. What feels even better however is when a warm, firm kiss is planted against your forehead. And then you hear the most lyrical words…“I love you so much I can barely breathe.” And you let out a shaky exhale. You flutter against him and it almost entices his arms to hold you tighter. The sweetness of his voice plays like a melody through your ears until they circle your brain and lull it to stop the whirring. The whirring that had become so painfully familiar. So painfully consistent. It reminds you of your lover. Not your husband but your lover. The marriage had been chosen for you but that did not mean that your love had been, as Jacaerys cares to remind you each eve as he twists those silken fingers through your hair, as he kisses his affection down your neck until caressed bruises lay in his wake and colour with the pink of his love. Because he does love you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you, he loves–He loves to be yours, he reminds you as he pulls away. The drapes flutter the cold air inside as swiftly as you can imagine wings could. It folds over you in the space between yourself and your husband. Slowly, your eyes open to find him already gazing at you with his wear lovesick gaze. The gaze that buckles your knees and has you unable to as much as glance away from him. Not for a single moment. 

A shaky sigh sputters from The King of Just’s lips. The people had named him as such after the activities of his on-running reign. Of the odd mercy that he had approached his former enemies with. You think of these events as his fingers dance into your hair. His eyes follow fast to his own actions, fascinated in the treasure within those fingers. Of what he has been blessed to hold, he vows to hold you dearly. Tenderly. Softly. As he does so, your own sights linger on his face. At his pillowed lips and dark, thick eyelashes. At the short scar that stretches along his jaw and chin. The tips of your own fingers flutter toward it like a moth to light. Your thumb lays gentle touch upon it and smooths along the surface. Again, a sigh passes through him but with the gentleness of a doe. With the timid, uncertain glance of a doe. The thought amuses you but you allow it to settle. Breath threads between you both and tugs you ever closer. Ever where you belong. But when he finally presses a kiss to your lips, it barely greets the skin. There is something divinely religious in the way he caresses your lips with his like an idol. Worship dances along his tongue and almost expels prayers from his warm mouth. His thumb detangles from your hair and cups your face. His thumb rolls slow circles into your cheek as his kisses press on between unkempt words. “I love you.” He utters in repetition. “I love you, I love you,” His nose burrows into the side of your own until you almost become one body entwined only with itself. The words tangle themselves in the sweetest patterns throughout your brain and chest. 

Your face turns to face the tall dark door. “They must know that war will not be sustainable.” Utters through you, the spell of confusion and aged bewilderment leaves through an exhale. “We have funds to cease such affairs, why cause a fate of destruction?” Jacaerys feels his jaw soften and his eyes stare distantly into your face. With two gentle fingers, he turns you back towards him. “Men will destroy aplenty for power. I know that all too well.” His gruff words murmur through the air. Your eyes stare into the harsh darkness of his gaze – warm amber turns to stone. Your eyes continue to trace down his ridged nose and chiselled jaw, his plump lips. Something possesses you to caress them with your thumb – slowly parting them until his teeth peek out like shining pearls. His throat bobs but his shoulders stay calm as he leans in again. Jace had been not only your dearest love but your most sweet and that meant more to you than words could ever detail. His lips brush against yours before diving between them and all you can remember is that he feels like home. Jace feels like home. Your Jace. His soft love addresses you and only you – he needs not hide it from anyone. Not even from irritative lords in council chambers. Because you were not only his wife but his Queen. And he has no intent to keep that a discretion. His kiss blossoms your flesh like the blooming of your affection; tentative, tender and tenacious. You would not release it for the world. Not for any Kingdom or cure from mortality for you would happily die in his embrace. Endure any erratic wars or gruelling hardship. It is hard to imagine that you would ever deny him your kiss – the memory flutters the reverberation of a laugh from your mouth. 

Jacaerys has never thought himself one to offend but even less so to cater to the whimsy of romance, yet the moment your laugh reaches his ears, he feels himself reflect one himself. The hair of his fringe passes your own forehead as your press ever-closely together. The thought of parting from you for even a moment brings him heartache. His hands wrap atop the circle of your waist and squeeze with a playfulness unknown to those outside your threshold. “What is that which has you fluttering?” He delights in good charm. He cups your face with one broad, warm hand and rubs the skin. “Hm? What has my dereworthy darling fluttering so?” His amusement only triggers you moreso. When you return him your gaze, Jacaerys can recall why he wished to paint your face upon glass. He wishes to keep your sculpted, smiling face forever in view. It matters not should you outlive him so long as he need not spend a single moment without the sweet, shining eyes of yours. The brows of his face cannot help but droop at your mere sight. His expression stays tender and intense. How could he ever meet a woman of your beauty? He is certain that your charms were not merely a gift of Gods but the heavens themselves. “My joy, I nearly refused you.” It is that of befuddlement which pinches and clouds your pleasant face. A shake of your head rustles the strands of your hair. “How could I ever have refused you? My heart…” 

A chuckle rumbles throughout the King’s chest and he tucks the brushes of hair behind your ears. His sights skid across your features but not in search – he has every answer he could ever need and in the safest of vaults. The vault of his heart. You truly were the sweetest of wines, the holder of hidden truths and the wielder of worlds – his at least. “Tis not your fault, you had not met my charms until our day.” At the mention of such a date, he earned his years of prize – your smile. “To all truth, such an hour frightened me once.” “I know.” He murmured, grinning like a feline. “Of course, then I knew too.” Your eyes widened and the shortest intake rushed to your mouth. “Surely, you jest!” You all but scold, horror in your eyes. He shakes his head, humour all-consuming as he doubles over and squeezes his eyes. “I do not!” Jacaerys claims. “I was quite nerved by it, for what reason is it that had you to assume I not taken you to bed that eve if not your considerations?” His left brow rises and the air suddenly feels stifling. “I…” You stumble with abash. “I had presumed you had not taken a liking to me yet.” At that, Jace is quick to disagree and nuzzle his nose to yours. “I could never not want for you, sweet wife. You are the most beautiful of women and the most kind.” Your head tilts in that darling way that it only calls for when you are unclued. “For days I–” His voice lowers, his gaze flickers over your face. With a swallow, he summons his courage and rubs his thumb over your jawline. “For days, I took witness to your reading in the gardens. To my cousin on her walks there.” 

You had not realised he had seen you with little Jaehaera. The recollection of memories flushes your cheeks. You do not know whether it is your own self-pride or embarrassment. It makes him smile–how easily he can fluster you. “I saw you while passing a window and…Well, you charmed me. Heart and soul, you charmed me.” For a moment, all he can do is stare into your eyes, his gaze soft. “I…” You hesitate, wracking your mind for any clue of the past to which you had ignored but you find nothing. “I had no idea.” You murmur with the quietness of a newborn lamb. He only smiles. “I know, my darling.” Tease carries through his voice. “That is why I love you so; you had not a clue as to anyone witnessing you and your beauty at all.” Adoration was not new to Jacaerys; he had been well accustomed to the Goddess before him for years now. The hand not upon your face runs small circles on your middle. “It is when nobody is watching that I see your heart.” He lands a feather-light kiss to your nose. “I love you, my darling, I love you.” 

Your love is one of quiet halls and whispered confessions. Your love is of a King seeking for the mercy only his QUeen can bring him. The mercy of a gentle home. A gentle life amidst the meddling and politics of a life forever in court. You admit that your own love for your husband came later–the fear of marrying a prince heavy on your mind. The expectation that would come with that also gives no bounds. You still recall how trembles had shaken your form as your father hurried you through the luxurious spectacle. The aisle had been a long, empty space in where you could barely catch the face of your soon-husband and Septon. Surrounded by men and women, ladies and lords of note and yet you had not known nor met. Yet when you had finally forced your figure to stand beside the three men who would cement your future, the only calm you found was through the comfort and Jacaerys’ hand resting on yours. Both of your fates to be entwined and tied. You were together, hands warm and clammy with nerves but together. You were not alone. When he searched your eyes for any hesitance throughout the ceremony and whispered in your ear to ask if you were certain–that was when you knew. You were not alone. He would not allow you to be alone. 

Now, as tears kiss your cheeks. Of affection and warmth–you can still see that look in his gaze. That kind, soft, assurance that you are not alone. “I love you.” You whispered to him, unable to hold back. It does not take long at all for him to press his lips to yours again. His hands caress your face and his care is unavoidable. And when you parted, he still chased for you. “We should retire to bed. The children will have missed us.” You explain quietly, reluctant to leave. A sigh spills from him and although you both stand there together for another second of tenderness, of softness, you know that he agrees. Ever the dutiful father. He would not let a single eve leave them without a story before their rest. “Do you think they would prefer another tale of Nymyria?” “I think they would care greatly for it.” You agree. He takes your hand in his and draws you out of the chamber. The door closes quietly and so are your footsteps as the two of you walk through the hall. The soft rays of sunlight passing down to caress the dusk echoes around you. And like his love–some things are better kept soft. 

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[starryal1na]

—❀ ‧₊˚. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

genre: fluff, sfw

word count: 850

characters: aventurine, boothill, sunday, dr ratio

notes: this is just soft random thoughts i have about them and needed to write down, no theme in particular, dr ratio wearing glasses does things to me (*≧ω≦*), special thank to my irl friend charlotte (<3) for proofreading this ! divider credit to @/cafekitsune ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Aventurine ⊰ ⊹ ─

Owning himself plenty of jewelry, such as rings or expensive watches, it makes sense that Aventurine would want to gift his lover all kind of sumptuous pieces. Over the years, he has had you displayed with pearly necklaces, the shiniest earrings and even rings with precious gemstones. Undoubtedly you loved every single one of them. Each gift Aventurine has given you were meaningful to you, as a symbol of his deep affection for you. However, you must admit you have a favorite one. A gift from one of your anniversary that you adore more than anything. It might be the most classic piece of jewelry you own in term of appearance, but it holds a special place in your heart.

The gift is a bracelet, a thin gold chain gold with a small aventurine stone at its center. Beyond the fact that it is his stone, what's making this gift even more significant is that Aventurine has one as well. While you wear yours on your left, he wears his on his right wrist below his watch. He intented for the two of you to share matching bracelets you could wear daily and that was subtle enough only the two of you could really notice it through your other extravagant jewels. Since then, one glance at the aventurine bracelet on your wrist and your heart skips a beat ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Boothill ⊰ ⊹ ─

Every other day, Boothill finds himself mesmerized by the way you take care of your hair. Whether you brush it, braid it, decore it with accessories, he watches from afar with the softest glare. The one reserved for you, and you only.

Today is one of those where you've decided to use the cute ribbons you have recently purchased. Sitting confortably in front of your mirror, you feel Boothill's eyes on you as you display the cute accessories on the floor. "Which color do you think I should wear today ?" "Don't know, sugar. They'd all look fudgin' nice in your pretty hair" "That's very helpful thank you, baby". Boothill snickers, his attention splits between his gun he's been checking for a few mintues, and watch you clip a white and pink ribbon to the side of your head, securing a little braid. Fork, she looks so cute like this, he thinks to himself. Oblivious to your overheating cyborg boyfriend next to you, you finish your hairstyle and spin around with a "tadaaa !" only to find him dumbfounded and an adorable flush spreading on his cheeks. "Forkin' hell ! Got myself the prettiest gurl ain't I ?" Naturally, it ended with you pampering his face with kisses and he even lets you tie ribbons in his hair as well ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Sunday ⊰ ⊹ ─

Dearest Sunday was always a bit of a control freak, until he met you. Well he still is one but ever since you've become a couple, his controlling demeanour has somewhat softened. Your presence clearly helped him feel loved and needed, satisfying the yearn to be someone's special one. In the intimacy of your relationship, he has grown more laid-back, to the point of allowing you to touch his precious wings.

This has become one of your favorite ways to demonstrate your love, carefully and tenderly caressing his feathers. They're so delicate you often worry you'll hurt him, but it actually helps Sunday relax. "Do not worry, my angel. Think of it as a hug. It is warm and very comforting for me" he once reassured you. Afterwards, it became a routine for the two of you. Sunday coming home from an exhausting day, you helping him rest by gently stroking his pretty wings. You even make sure to rub the base, where the tiniest feathers are, and the contented sighs he releases reassure you that you’re doing a really good job ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Dr Ratio ⊰ ⊹ ─

Usually, when you look at Veritas, the words circulating in your mind are often along the lines of handsome, gorgeous, sexy, serious..... angry. However in the evening, it's different. Sitting in his favorite comfy chair, he pulls you onto his his lap and puts on his glasses to read. You're aware you should focus on your own book but those glasses perched on top of his nose are seriously distracting you. This time, your mind fills with nothing but cute cute cute cute cuuuute. Obviously, he feels your stare on him –of course he does– it's not like you're being subtle anyway. Still, he pretends to act oblivious until you're the one bringing it up.

As he turns a page of his book, you shift on his lap. "Come on. Say it." His tone is serious, yet playful. "You... Cute." You blurt out, immediatly covering your face to cover the prominent blush on your face. "Darling, have you lost your ability to form full sentences ?" His cocky smirk making your blush worsen, nuzzling your head on his neck to hide it. Smiling down at your pouting and flushed face, he returns his attention back to his book. Although you go back to reading as well, he knows you’re sneaking glances at him every so often ♡

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[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Exploring Bucky’s Body

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: When Bucky feels self-conscious about his scars, you take a moment to remind him how perfect he truly is

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, hurt/comfort, Angst and fluff, insecurities, Sad!Self-Conscious!Bucky, pet names (Sweet Boy, Sweetheart, ), no y/n used, no pronouns used beyond "you"

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

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Bucky has been off all day.

No one else seems to see it, he’s gotten good at hiding it from most people

But you know him better than that, you can see how deep in his own head he is

The distant look in his eyes, the fact he’s even quieter than usual, the way he tenses when anyone touches him, even you

He assures you that he’s fine when you ask, that nothing’s wrong, but you know him

You decide not to bring it up again until the two of you are laying down to go to bed that night

You notice he still has a t-shirt on as he gets ready to settle in, which is strange because he almost always sleeps without a shirt on, adoring the feeling of your skin against his own

So you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing a little kiss to the crook of his neck

“What’s on your mind, Sweet Boy?” you whisper. Bucky didn't look at you, “you know you can talk to me, Honey. Please, what’s wrong?”

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze

You sigh, and go to reach under his shirt to rub his back when you hear a sharp inhale

“Buck? Are you okay?”

“Don’t,” he whispers, “don’t touch them. Please.”

“Don’t touch what?”

“The scars.”

Realization hits you instantly

Bucky gets in his own head, so nervous about how others see him. How you see him.

“Bucky…” you move in front of him, sitting in his lap and taking his face in both hands, “you know I love your body…”

“Don’t act like you don’t hate them,” he murmurs, eyes still refusing to meet yours, “you don’t have to lie–”

“Ssshhh…” you wrap your arms around his neck, guiding his head to your shoulder and running your fingers through his hair, “I’m not lying. I love every part of you.”

He still won’t meet your gaze, so you decide to try something

Sliding out of his lap you softly ask, “Sweetheart, can you lay down for me?”

He cocks his head, finally looking at you, eyes full of confusion

“Just trust me, okay?”

Finally, he does as you ask and settles in bed, resting his back against the headboard

You slip off your shirt

You slip your shorts off as well, fully naked in front of him.

He’s surprised, to say the least

“Doll?”

“Would it be alright if I was on top of you?” you ask.

He nods, still confused as you straddle his hips

Your hand finds the waistband of his boxers

“Can I take these off?” you ask.

His eyes flit around, biting his lip as his body goes tense

You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, desperately wanting to be against you but also so nervous about being seen

Finally, nervously, he nods, and quietly says “yes.”

you slip them off, and his underwear is on the floor

Your hand runs along the hem of his shirt, “can I take this off?”

He pulls back, terrified to let you see him

“I promise, I won’t hurt you, Baby Boy,” you whisper, “just want to show you how perfect you are.”

He’s nervous, you can tell, but he slowly slides it off, you assisting him

Once he’s fully bare, you begin to gently run your hands along his torso

“D-Doll,” he gasps out, eyes fluttering, “don’t…”

“Shhhh, just lemme touch you,” you lean forward and kiss his cheek, “just lemme admire my Incredible boyfriend.”

Your fingertips draw shudders from his body and gasps from his lips, shocked by your gentle touch

Nothing sexual, just you dragging your fingers along every mark, every scar, every tense and taut muscle, every dip of his ribs

Exploring his body with the softest, most gentle feather-light touches

“How?” Bucky whispers, his voice full of emotion. You look up at him and see tears forming in his eyes, “how could you like touching them?”

You reach out and cup his cheek, wiping the tears with your thumb.

“Because you had to be so strong and so brave for so long, Baby,” you lean down and kiss a slash along his ribcage, causing him to gasp, “your scars reflect that. They show how hard you fought, and that you survived. You made it through, and stayed the same kind, gentle, loving man that Steve told me stories about when I first joined the team. You’re a warrior, Bucky. And these show that. They’re a part of you, and I think they’re so beautiful for that.”

He doesn’t respond, but looks up at you with eyes filled with love as you lean forward

"You're so beautiful, Bucky. Every inch of you is perfect," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear, "I love you."

He holds your face with both hands, pulling you in for a soft kiss, tender and full of love.

“I love you too.”

[hiddenonyx]

Diavolo has always been mindful of Lucifer's wings - he knows of the pain there, both the invisible and the visible. He's careful not to let his touch explore or linger, as much as he wants to. The one rare occasion his fingers accidentally graze along Lucifer's upper spine, it's Diavolo who flinches and yanks his own hand away like Lucifer's skin burned him. Lucifer never comments on these accidentally touches; the first few times he's thankful for Diavolo's self-discipline and then he slowly stops minding the occasional brush along his feathers.

It's a few years after their encounters start, both tentatively navigating an undefined relationship, too scared to go further than the other, scared of burning what they have. Lucifer lays half on top of Diavolo as he so often does afterwards. His skin under him is warm and moves gently with each breath the Prince takes. He's gently holding the fallen angel with an arm slung across his waist. It's a quiet moment, the only sounds filling the space is their quiet breathing and the softest flutter of feathered wings as they move with their owner's breath.

Lucifer is enjoying the soft comfort. It's in these moments he can find peace and a sense of quiet that helps to heal the dull wounds left over from the War. He frowns a little; the War. There's a painful twinge in his chest, an odd desire he hasn't felt in years.

Sluggishly, Lucifer gropes to find Diavolo's free hand, drawing a noise of surprise from him.

"Lucifer? I thought you were asleep. Is-"

The words die on the demon's tongue as Lucifer guides his hand to rest softly as the start of the down feathers on his back, just a few inches from his wings. Diavolo stiffens, unsure of his intent or desire. The angel simply buries his face in his neck, his body tense in anticipation. Diavolo hesitates for a moment, and then two. He swallows hard before gently petting the edge of the down patch, following its natural direction. The fallen angel's breath catches, only to be let out in a shaky exhale. He wants to ask, knows he should ask if this is what he wanted, if this is okay, but he doesn't want to break the now fragile moment. Instead, he simply continues with the gentle touches, the gentle strokes that make Lucifer shiver. For now, the Prince avoids the wings proper.

Slowly, after several long minutes, Lucifer no longer shakily breathes each time Diavolo drags his fingers through his down. It is then, and only then, when Diavolo tentatively rubs the very base of the angel's wing. Nails dig into his skin, the wing flutters, and Lucifer whimpers.

"I-Is t-this-?" The Prince's voice is weak, scared of the answer.

"Y-yes," the answer is muffled and just as weak.

He hesitates for another second before continuing to softly stroke the joint. More whimpers and whines met his ears as the limb tenses and relaxes beneath his fingers.

[bwabys-scenarios]

HANTENGU CLONES HCs

Karaku+Urogi

SFW+NSFW

Warnings: pet names, tummy bulge, anal, virginity loss, breeding kink, cock warming

background: you are the wife of the hantengu clones

Aizetsu

Sekido

SFW

Karaku

-you call him your lovebug

-he calls you sweet thing, princess, pretty girl, wife

-the most handsy out of the four

-constantly grabbing your hips and nipping at your neck

-the most physically and verbally affectionate

-if you ever need someone to be lovey dovey with, he’s your guy

-taken you on dinner dates

-bro is a biter not even in a sexy way usually, he just randomly bites you all the time

-enjoys watching you have fun

-very pouty when he doesn’t get his daily cuddle session

-very into the domestic life, very much enjoys having a cute wife to come home to

-his favorite place to kiss if your neck

Urogi

-you call him sweetheart, baby

-he calls you his dragonfly, cutie pie, wife

-so hyper

-wants to do so many things at once, he’s your go to if you wanna have fun!

-usually the one to bring home game from the forest(deer, rabbits, and large birds mostly)

-please touch help him preen his wings, he won’t tell you he wants you to run your hands through his feathers but he does back up into you with his wings all fluffed up and in your face

-hates the cold, will steal you to snuggle with in the winter

-understands your humanity the least. What do you mean you can’t be thrown off a cliff into a waterfall he just wants to see who can make the bigger cannonball!!

-dislikes sharing you the most, is known for taking you away for extended periods of time(which highly pisses of Sekido ><)

-makes you a nest and collects the softest materials and shiniest objects to decorate it 🥺

-loves kissing your lips the most!!

NSFW

Karaku

-second horniest clone

-can and will fuck you until you pass out

-he’s huge, gives you a tummy bulge

-coo at him and give him sweet little kisses and he’ll bust inside you instantly

-being in his lap is dangerous. One moment he’s bouncing you on his knee while you tell him about your day the next second your bouncing on his cock

-likes any position where he can see your face, loves to watch you come undone

-little bit of a breeding kink

-likes to cum inside you or on your face

-can’t get enough of your touch, he needs to be flush against you or he whines about not being close enough

-sooo touchy…

Urogi

-hear me out… huge breeding kink

-he built you a whole nest he wants you to have his babies

-only cums inside you, would be a waste not to!

-will fuck you anywhere anytime. collecting herbs in the forest? bend over real quick. shopping for supplies in town? pushing you up against the nearest wall and pounding you

-is the reason you’re banned from the farmers market

-so good with his tongue, will sometimes just eat you out until you can’t walk

-gets extremely jealous of the other four when they take turns with you

-steals you away to have sex in the nest he made for you

-he’s the most likely to actually get your pregnant

-bro does not understand boundaries will crouch down and start sniffing at your crotch randomly and eat your out with no regard for who’s around

-definitely the type to have you in his lap cockwarming him constantly

-THE horniest

-super dirty mind too, def the first to suggest anal and try it out

-takes your anal v card with PRIDE

-his dick is the smallest out of the four (7ish inches) but it’s thick af, praying for your coochie🙏🙏

[its-luna-noel]

pirouettes & the ghost of harman street | gojo x reader

10. but i asked if we could be in each other's lives again

"Baby, I'm hurt so bad by you I also think about how nice it'd be, to fall in love again I won't expect the same" ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Satoru Gojo lost his best friend, his partner, his other half. He's terrified when another friend falls for him. He can’t let this time be like the last.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, eventual smut, friends to lovers, past satosugu, drinking, partying, brief non-con & past non-con trauma, depression, past suic!de, grief/loss, panic attacks, some dark themes but i promise this is a comfort fic

word count: 5.3k

chapter: 10/10 prev. chapter

masterlist | link to ao3

notes: *mariah carey voice* ITS TIIIIIME

smut time everyone, okay this kind of got away from me so like, if you don't want to read really sweet but kind of um DETAILED smut you guys can just skip to the last like third-ish of the chapter after the first section break, but I just wanted to deliver okay ik this is an explicit work that has not really had that much in it so i just poured it all into a really soft scene okay anyway i'll stop babbling

back to warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (f!receiving), protected sex because safe sex is sexy, praise, it's just nice and soft and loving

Satoru kisses you for what feels like hours.

His mouth is languid on yours, lips parting against yours as he brushes against you slowly, lovingly. Every time you pull away for a breath, he sees how swollen and red your lips are, and he just softly groans under his breath and kisses you again, unable to resist.

You just giggle breathlessly, hands coming up to his cheeks, cradling him like he means everything to you, because he does.

He hums against your lips, pulling away to kiss your cheek. “Love that laugh,” he tells you, and he grabs your jaw gently in one hand to bring your mouth back to his.

The hold on your jaw encourages your lips open, and as they part he tastes you with a relaxed, unhurried tongue, humming into you again. “I love you,” he murmurs, perhaps for the dozenth time since you crawled into bed together, and you just laugh again and whisper it back to him, voice unendingly gentle.

And when you say it, his heart soars, and he never wants to stop hearing it. “Say it again,” he says, grinning as he nuzzles into your neck.

“I love you.”

He’s still smiling when he kisses your throat.

He knows what he’s doing; of course he does. He knows exactly what he’s doing as his hands come down to your waist, knows what he’s doing when he hears your little gasp when his lips move along the curve of your neck, his touch feather-light to start as he glances up at you through thick white lashes. He watches your eyes fall closed, and he smiles and returns his attention to your throat, now parting his lips to breathe heat against you, to watch goosebumps rise along your skin.

“Satoru,” you whisper.

“Yeah, princess?”

You’re not even really sure why you called for him; you didn’t have anything to say. You just said the first thing on your mind, which was his name, falling from your lips like the softest prayer you’ll ever say. So when he pulls away and looks at you, tilting his head curiously to hear what you have to say, you blush a little and mumble, “Keep going.”

He smiles and leans back down, trying to hide his soft chuckle against your skin. “Okay, princess,” he whispers, his tongue gently brushing a stroke of fire along your pulse point, “I’ll keep going.”

So you melt into him, closing your eyes and feeling everything he does for you.

His lips are reverent on your body, worshiping your sensitive skin as you arch beneath him, tilting your head back to give him more room to work. One of his hands comes up from your waist to twine in your hair, angling your head further as he moves across the canvas of your throat, painting it with love and slow, gentle passion.

Your hands move into his hair in response, tangling in the white strands and holding his mouth closer against your body. You let out a soft, contented sigh, and Satoru can’t fight another smile as he starts kissing lower, along the curve of your shoulder and your collarbones.

The hand that’s resting on your waist, gently squeezing the soft flesh there, dips slowly beneath the hem of your shirt. His touch is a question. “Can I take this off?”

You nod, already helping him pull the fabric over your head. He tosses it aside, already leaning down to bring his mouth back to you, picking up where he left off at your collarbones.

He watches you through his lashes as he moves lower, asking permission at every new inch he discovers, wanting your consent at every juncture.

He wants you to say yes and mean it.

And oh, you mean it.

You nod him forward, and he dips his head and kisses the top of your chest, trailing down to the edge of your bra, still watching your expressions. When you arch your back again, silently begging him closer, his eyes flicker back down to your skin beneath his lips, wanting to see every part of you he can, take in how fucking breathtaking you are, make up for all the time he missed being a stubborn idiot and pushing you away.

So, as your body arches and the low light in the room shifts over your skin, his eyes immediately catch something on your skin.

He kisses his way over, across your sternum where the heat of your body radiates against his mouth, to the top of your other breast. His gaze is sharp, focused on whatever dark shadow he’d seen, and now as his tongue licks along the curve of you, he realizes that what he’s looking at is a bruise, light and healing, a faint mark of greenish yellow on your skin.

Satoru’s mouth pauses on your body for a fraction of a second as he realizes he’s staring at a healing hickey.

Part of him wants to growl and grab you and make you tell him who gave that to you – was it your stupid dance partner or have you been with other guys in Satoru’s absence – but the other, larger, more rational part of him knows that this mark is his fault. He didn’t own up to his feelings for you, didn’t even let himself come to terms with how he felt, and he pushed you away. And now he’s living with the consequences.

But he should feel lucky. He’s the one in your bed tonight, not any other guy. He’s the one you’re whispering I love you’s to as he kisses your body.

So instead of making a scene, he just parts his lips and covers this faint healing mark with one of his own.

Your body arches a little further, a soft breath puffing from between your lips in a gentle exhale of pleasure. Satoru’s eyes smile up at you, but your eyes are still closed, face raised towards the ceiling as he leaves his love bite on the curve of your breast.

Then, once he’s satisfied with the dark, angry-looking mark his mouth left, he reaches up to palm your tits through your bra.

He hums, the sound low in his chest, and his hands trail around to your back, fingers brushing the metal clasps as he pulls back to look at you. “Can I take it off?” he asks, examining the expression in your eyes, trying to see if you’re nervous, or hesitant, or scared.

But you feel none of those things; you trust him. You trust him, and you love him, and you want him to be your enthusiastic yes.

So you whisper it to him, punctuating your answer with a soft kiss on the cheek, and god dammit his face hurts with how much he’s smiling. He unhooks your bra, and the straps slowly fall from your shoulders, cups falling away to reveal your beautiful breasts, and he’s already moving to kiss them because he can’t stand not having his mouth on you.

He kisses a line of wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses to the side he’s already marked, and his tongue flashes out to flick your nipple. As his lips wrap around the pink flesh and suck gently, he’s still watching you, learning with rapt attention what you like best.

And he takes what he learns to the other side.

You’re starting to squirm, and for a little bit of reprieve you reach forward and gently tug on his shirt, a henley you’ve always liked on him, the top button open so you can see the hollow between his collarbones. “Can I?” you ask.

He doesn’t even give you a verbal response; he just pulls the shirt over his head, messing up his already mussed hair, and tosses it in the same direction he threw yours.

Then his mouth is back on you, tongue lavishing attention onto your nipple while his hands hold you in place.

You hum, body still squirming beneath his. Your hands explore the planes of his chest and stomach, palms sliding along warm pale skin as you trail up and down, feeling every part of exposed skin you can.

Then Satoru lets go of your nipple with a soft pop, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to the peak of your breast until he starts kissing his way lower. As he does, your hands return to their place in his hair.

He moves slowly over the soft skin of your belly, tentative and respectful as he slowly nears the waistband of your sweatpants. He glances up at you, feeling you start to tense despite yourself, and your brow is creased over closed eyes, like you’re trying anything you can to not think about what’s happened in the past.

His heart aches for you; he wants to show you how good it can be again.

So he spends more time kissing your tummy, kneading the soft tissue at your sides as he waits for you to exhale, to relax just a little bit.

You’re thankful for the time he’s giving you to adjust.

It takes you a while to melt into the bed, to finally let the tension bleed from your body. But when it does, you nod down at him, and he starts slowly pulling your sweatpants off.

He kisses down your leg as he pulls them off, his touch now more soothing than burning, more gentle than passionate. Then, once they’re off, he kisses his way back up the other leg, until his lips find your stomach again.

You repeat the process with your panties; he gives you time to get comfortable, to decide if it’s still what you want to do. And when you nod him forward, he works slowly, watching you the entire time to make sure you don’t change your mind.

It just makes you fall more deeply in love with him every second that he treats you this softly. With so much respect.

And once you’re bare before him, you can tell how badly he wants it. He’s practically drooling over you, his pupils dilated as he trails a heated gaze over your body before eventually settling to look into your eyes.

“Are you ready?” he whispers. When you nod, he shakes his head. “No. Words this time, princess. Tell me that you’re ready.”

Heat floods your cheeks at his words, but you nod again before whispering, “I’m ready.”

“Good girl.”

And oh, those words just send that heat in your cheeks somewhere else.

He lowers himself between your legs, hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He watches you as he moves closer, and his touch is gentle, hesitant, questioning as he moves closer.

His fingers gently brush over your swollen lips, feeling your wetness already starting to weep from between them. “Can I taste you?” he asks, his pupils dilating even further as his fingers gently spread your folds. His eyes can’t help but wander, and he pushes his fingers apart into a ‘V’ to get a better look at the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. His breath catches in his throat at the sight.

You nod in response to his question. Satoru tsks playfully, smirking up at you. “Use your words,” he reminds you.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, too. “Yes,” you say softly, hands traveling to his hair, for something to hold onto as he moves closer.

At your consent, he leans in and licks a stripe of heat against you, getting his first taste of you, of your arousal, of how badly you want him.

And god, you taste perfect.

He groans softly, eyes fluttering shut as he starts pressing sloppy kisses to your beautiful pussy. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all this time. Never let me live down how much of a fucking idiot I was.”

You giggle softly, the sound breathless through your soft gasps of pleasure, and he smiles at the sound before tightening his hold of your thighs and pressing his face closer to your core. He’s practically making out with your cunt, his tongue and lips moving in tandem through your slick folds as he lavishes you with his attention. Every gentle brush of his tongue against your clit makes you jump, just a little, the swollen bundle already sensitive to every touch. But he’s not focusing there, not yet; he’s getting to know you, tasting every inch before he tilts his chin and dives a little deeper, his tongue brushing the slick entrance of your pussy.

He groans again, clutching your thighs and pushing them further apart as he tastes your weeping entrance, before catching your clit between his lips and sucking ever so lightly, letting go with a pop. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles into your thighs, and you shiver because you’ve never heard him speak like this, his voice a rumbling growl as he continues to devour you.

His tongue flicks against your clit again, now zeroed in on bringing you the most pleasure he can. He wants to eat you alive, he wants to consume you whole, he wants to lick the plate when he’s all done because he can’t get enough of you, enough of your taste.

Then he pushes his tongue inside you, and your body nearly comes off the bed as you cry out with how fucking good that feels. “Satoru!”

He chuckles against you, pushing your legs apart once more, pulling your body back towards his mouth so he can lap at your clit again, his dexterous tongue swirling and flicking and tasting as your hips start to stutter beneath him. “Yeah, princess?”

You moan loudly as he sucks on your clit again. “Oh god, Satoru, please.”

“Please what?” he whispers into you, voice nearly lost between your legs.

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for, but you don’t stop. “Please, please, keep going,” you say, and you’re practically babbling at this point, mindless beneath the pleasure he’s building inside you.

“I already told you,” he says, tongue diving once more inside you and tasting you from the inside, making you writhe and cry out beneath him, “I’ll keep going.”

And so he does, his mouth working its magic everywhere you need it. He’s watching your every reaction, learning exactly what you like – goddamn you like when he puts his tongue inside you – and repeating those actions as many times as he needs to, because he wants you to feel good, needs you to feel loved. He won’t stop until you’ve come undone, and even then it’s a toss-up, because he wants to make you feel good over and over and over again.

But he also doesn’t want to overwhelm you during your first time with him; he knows what you’ve been through. He knows this is all about earning your trust back. Showing you that he’s worth it.

And so when he feels the muscles of your thighs start to tighten, he works that exact same spot, gazing up at you through his lashes as your breath catches and your chest heaves, back rising off the bed in a beautiful arch and you’re crying out his name “Oh god Satoru please please I’m gonna–!”

And then you fall over, and he’s there to catch you, his tongue still helping you ride through it as you gasp and shudder beneath him.

Once your body is no longer quaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Satoru slowly makes his way up your body, leaving soft kisses before he props himself up with an elbow beside you, trailing a hand over your bare side. He gazes at you for a long moment, eyes full of adoration, indulging in his memories of how you just looked, felt, tasted as you came undone for him.

Your fingers brush over his chest, then down to his stomach, finally brushing the waistband of his jeans. You tug gently at the button. “My turn?” you ask.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, princess, not this time.” You’re already pouting, because of course you are, you’re an entitled little princess who wants what she wants. “Next time, I promise,” he tries to reassure you, still laughing softly. “Just…let me worship you this time, okay? Let me make up for all the time I lost.”

And so, because you can’t deny him when he’s speaking such pretty words and making such pretty promises, you relent. And when he pulls his jeans off, it’s not for you to touch him; it’s for him to get one step closer to giving you everything he has to offer.

He kisses you for a long time, so long that you’re stunned and more than a little impressed by his willpower. Your experiences haven’t always been the best – as he very well knows – and so your general opinion of men is that once they get started they can’t be stopped, but Satoru is either superhuman or is just an actual decent guy, because even though you can feel how hard he is through the thin fabric of his underwear, can feel how badly he wants you as his hips rest against yours, he doesn’t push you an inch further than you’re ready to go.

He makes you confirm again, watching as you pull back just enough to whisper, “I’m ready.”

So he reaches over to your bedside table, raising his eyebrow for confirmation before you nod and he slides open the drawer, finding a foil wrapper inside and pulling it out. He sets it on the pillow beside your head, and then he reaches down to start pulling off his tight boxer briefs, and as you watch him spring free, your breath catches in your throat.

He’s beautiful, perfect and pink and absolutely mouthwatering, and so now you’re even more pouty that he wouldn’t let you return the favor and use your mouth. But he just chuckles and wraps his hand around his cock, running his thumb over the tip which is now smeared with precum. He strokes himself once, long and slow as he looks at you, and then he’s unwrapping the condom and rolling it on, the packaged lube slippery on his fingers.

Then he pulls your hips towards him, settling himself between your legs, and asks once more. “Are you sure?”

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. “Yes.”

So he aligns himself with your beautiful pussy, still weeping from your orgasm, guiding the blunt tip between your swollen lips. And then, slowly, he starts pushing inside.

Your back arches, and the movement feels so fucking good for both of you that you moan into each other’s ears. Your lips fall open as your head tilts back, another moan already falling from them as he continues to slide inside, stretching you open with such delicious fullness, and you want this feeling to last forever, and part of you hopes it will.

Satoru comes to a stop once he’s fully seated inside you. His shoulders heave up and down as he tries to breathe through the pleasure of you wrapped around him, so wet and warm and tight on his thick cock, and he wants to ravage you, wants to bully somehow deeper inside you and fuck you so hard he leaves an imprint on your mind, because you’re his and he’s yours and he never wants anything to change that.

But he takes a deep breath, refocuses. That’s not what he’s here for. He’s here to love you, to beg forgiveness, to show you how much you mean to him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and his voice is strained as he slowly pulls his hips back, and the sound of your whimpering does not help his resolve to keep it slow and soft, to love you like you deserve. But he just shakes the thoughts away and slides in again, slotting so perfectly inside you it’s almost unfair. It’s not even over and he can’t wait to do this again, to be inside you over and over again for the rest of your lives, if you’ll let him, to show you how much he loves and cherishes you.

And maybe there will be better times to ruin you, too.

His pace is slow, almost devastatingly so. You’ve never had it like this before; no one’s ever treated you like you’re this soft, this fragile. You’re so used to being taken that you’re blown away when Satoru gives just as much.

“So perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, breath hot and heavy against the side of your neck while he makes love to you, showing you the very definition of the phrase. It’s everything you could’ve asked for, everything you never knew you needed, everything you didn’t even know was possible outside of fiction. But here he is, loving you so deeply, so thoroughly, and you can’t deny his feelings if you tried.

He loves you; that’s without a doubt.

He strokes in and out of you slowly, torturously. Once again, his resolve blows your goddamn mind, because you can’t imagine how he’s still moving like this when even parts of you want him to be tearing you apart and ripping you in half, fucking you with animalistic need after all this time of yearning for him and never having him. But you don’t ask for that, because you know that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about love.

And so he continues loving you, and you love him right back.

Satoru’s breathing starts to hitch, the first indication that he’s at all losing his composure. His hips stutter, but it's barely perceptible with the slow rhythm he’s set in motion. He reaches down and gently starts rubbing your clit, in motions very much like those he learned you liked with his tongue, because he knows he’s getting close and he needs you to cum at least one more time before he’s done with you. Your hips jump back a little as you gasp. 

“Satoru,” you say, and your voice is almost panicked when your hand comes to grab his wrist, “I can’t.”

He raises his head from the crook of your shoulder, pausing all movements for a moment as he examines the look in your eyes. You whine and try to shift your hips under him, try to chase that pleasure he was just giving you, but he ignores you in favor of making sure you’re okay, that you’re not panicking, that you need him to stop. When he realizes that you’re not scared of him, and that no bad memories are lurking behind those eyes, he softly smiles and starts moving again. “Yes, you can,” he finally replies, fingers rubbing once more on your clit.

You cry out, bucking underneath him. “Satoru!” you cry again.

“Shh,” he whispers soothingly, “you can do it. Don’t be afraid of it; I’ve got you.”

And so he teaches you something about your body you never really knew; that cumming once is great, but doing it twice was even more delicious.

You’re a quivering mess underneath Satoru’s hips, riding out your second orgasm against his throbbing cock. He’s twitching inside you, and his chest heaves up and down as he gasps, eyes squeezed shut so he doesn’t think about how fucking good that cunt feels cumming around his cock– oh shit–

At the sensation of you clamping down on him so hard it nearly hurts, at the wet sounds of him still thrusting into you with your arousal dripping down to his base, at the thought that he can do this again and again as long as you’ll allow him to, he groans and orgasms, too, emptying himself into the rubber condom.

You both stay there for a moment, dazed and panting and exhausted. But then Satoru slowly pulls out, which draws a small whimper from between your lips, and throws away the condom. Then he crawls back into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest and nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers against your skin, and you just smile sleepily, and you’re not even sure your words are understandable as you mumble out a response, “Love you, too…” Before you both drift to sleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.

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When you wake up in the morning, stirring softly under the soft light filtering through your blinds, you find your bed cold and empty. And you wonder, for a moment, if last night was nothing more than a dream.

Then you roll over, eyelashes fluttering, and you see the indent of a body on the other side of the bed, and you know it wasn’t a dream; Satoru really was in your bed last night.

And now he’s gone.

Your heart breaks a little, and you begin to wonder if everything he said last night was a lie. If he really did just say those things to get back in your life, to get you back on his hook because he needed you to love him, to be head over heels for him.

Then you hear dishes clinking quietly in the kitchen, and after a moment of irrational fear that a stranger is in your house, you realize he must have stayed.

You try not to let your heart jump into your throat at the thought.

You slowly crawl out of bed, reaching into your dresser to pull out some pajama shorts and a sweater. You put on your clothes, gently stretching before padding out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen.

You see Satoru, dressed in his boxers and t-shirt, his back to you as he reaches into your fridge, moving with surprising familiarity in the space he hasn’t occupied in so long. You watch him for a moment, letting old memories resurface while hoping there are many more to be made.

He turns from the fridge, and when he sees you, his face lights up.

The smile on his face makes your breath catch.

“You’re up,” he says, and his voice is soft and so, so gentle as he puts the eggs down on the counter and comes to meet you. His hands rest gently on your hips, pulling you close. “I hope I didn’t wake you; I was trying to be quiet.”

You just shake your head, looking up at him. Taking in his messy bedhead, his bright eyes, his loving smile.

“I love you,” you’d both said.

You can hardly believe it that, after all this time, here you are. Standing in your kitchen, arms wrapped around each other like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“No,” you finally respond, smiling a little. “Though quiet and Satoru Gojo don’t really go together, do they?”

He chuckles and draws you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a tight hug. He kisses your hair. “Such a smartass.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah, I do. Don’t let it get to your head.” He presses another soft kiss to the top of your head before slowly letting you go. His hand lingers on your back as he steps back into the kitchen. “Hungry?”

You nod, watching him as he moves in your home. Time and space seem to blend, and it feels like he never left, like it’s last year and he’s learning his way around. Like you’ve grown together, over all these months, instead of apart. Like even through the distance, the absence, the silence, you couldn’t undo the knots that tied you both together.

Like your red string is a little messy, a little tangled, but still strong as ever.

You pad quietly into the kitchen, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He’s warm, and you press your face into the space between his shoulder blades, breathing him in as you hug him from behind, shutting your eyes at the peaceful feeling it gives you.

He hums, leaning back into you for a moment before he returns his attention to the stove. “Feeling okay?” he asks.

You nod against his back, staying quiet for a long moment. Enjoying the serene, domestic scene. Of course you’re doing okay; you have him back in your life, in a way you never dared let yourself dream. You can’t think of anything you could want more than this. Finally you murmur, “Need help?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Just stay there and be my little cheerleader while I make you the best breakfast you’ve ever had.”

“That’s a bold claim.”

He grins, and you can hear it in his voice when he says, “I promise to deliver.”

And you just smile, because he’s there, your cocky, playful little shit of a best friend, and you can’t imagine anything more beautiful than being able to hold him while he makes you an admittedly pretty good breakfast.

So when he turns to hand you your plate, you lean up on your toes and kiss him. And you whisper, “I love you,” to make up for all the time you had to hide it.

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He’s not exactly sure what drew him to you, but if he had to pick one thing, it was probably your laugh.

He heard it for the first time at that party, all those months ago, and now you’re sitting here beside him on his couch, tucked against his chest, and even though all this time has passed, your laughter hasn’t changed, nor has the way that laughter makes him feel.

He’s laughing, too.

He’s laughing because of course he is, he’s watching your eyes light up and your lips part with such a beautiful sound, so how could he not join in? His arm gently tightens around your shoulders, and he looks back over at Shoko, flashing a grin. Everyone’s cheeks are flushed with sake, and everyone seems lighter now that you’re all together again, returning to old habits of drunken movie nights in each other’s apartments.

“We are not watching Twilight!” she says, putting her foot down indignantly.

“Okay, but those movies are classic cinema at this point!” you explain, shoulders still shaking while you laugh.

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “Though I’m inclined to agree that the movies have entered the “so-bad-they’re-good” movie canon, I don’t exactly want to watch a movie about shitty vampire teenage romance, either.”

Both you and Satoru look over at Utahime, pouting, giving your best puppy dog eyes.

She looks sheepishly at Nanami, then to Shoko. “I’ve never seen them. I’m curious.”

And so with a groan, Shoko tosses the remote back to Satoru, throwing herself into the plush couch cushions with a pouty grimace. She crosses her arms over her chest.

“Now who’s being the child?” Satoru says, grinning as he scrolls to find the first movie.

Shoko shakes her head, turning with her lips parted for a sassy retort. But when she looks over, she sees you looking up at him, and the expression in your eyes even takes her breath away. You’re looking at him like he hung the stars, like he might be one of them himself, fallen to earth and crash landed right into your arms. And so when he clicks on the movie and glances down at you, then does a double-take when he sees you already looking at him like that, his heart softens into useless mush. His hand comes up to stroke your cheek, and you lean into his palm, eyes soft, and you lean up and whisper something in his ear, and he grins before returning the favor.

Shoko just smiles and glances upwards, and she thinks to the friend she lost that he can finally rest, because his boy is in safe hands.

And that night, the ghost of Suguru Geto does rest, handing over the heart of his person to you. The little princess who so gracefully earned it.

notes: man.

i hope everyone loves this chapter, and that this was as beautiful an ending as i wanted it to be. 

i LOVED working on this fic; this is my first mono-romance work since i was like thirteen, and so i was a little intimidated by posting it, but i really enjoyed writing it for you all. i tried to do all our themes justice – grief, mental health, SA – so i hope that read well just as much as i hope the love story was compelling and fulfilling.

notes on titles: the pirouettes part was easy to incorporate, obviously with our ballerina princess, but using suguru – and, by extension, the version of satoru after he lost suguru – as the “ghost of harman street” took a little more explicit discussion, so i hope it didn’t feel like i was force-feeding the idea.

thank you guys again. (hope you guys are all aching just a little bit like i am that it’s over.) much love, luna xx

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Since you've done a mini ask with winged Mc how do you think the M6 would react to a winged Mc that doesn't take proper care of their wings?

I.E Mc should be preening them weekly but only does it when they feel as uncomfortable as they look. Having ruffled, bent, and broken feathers

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a Winged MC

~ put a spin on this so I could apply it to the vesuvia weekly prompt, hope you enjoy it anon friend! ^.^ ~

-- to set the scene --

You like having wings. You really do, but sometimes you wouldn't mind forgetting about them for a bit. Just putting them away, where they can't catch on door frames or whip into people's faces or make you wince every time the sensitive feathers snag on something. Folding them out of sight and being able walk around without the stares is so nice, it becomes your new normal.

Until one day, the pain that's been slowly twisting knots into your shoulders and back becomes too much to bear, and you pull your wings out for the first time in months. They're crushed. Ruffled. Just looking at them is the stuff of nightmares.

Thankfully, your beloved seems to think they're the stuff of daydreams.

Julian

He'd known that something was wrong with your back - the only other person he knows with that many knots in their shoulders is himself - but he'd had no idea it was because of this

Why didn't you say anything? Did you think you'd be asking him for too much work?? Don't you know that taking care of you and seeing you depend on him makes him the happiest man alive???

Rummaging through his overstocked medicine cabinet, rambling between self deprecation for not noticing more and nerding out on winged human anatomy

Doesn't think to ask if it's okay to help until he's already seated behind you, reaching for your wings and realizes your closeness

Excellent at wing care once you tell him what he needs to know, his eyes and hands are trained for spotting physical issues and delicately treating them. He touches you like he's cherishing you

Can't stop daydreaming about how romantic it would be if you ever saved him like this, swooping through the air and snatching him from a burning pirate ship where he'd been held hostage ...

Asra

They'd been the one to teach you about how to manage your wings, and they'd been hinting at maybe taking care of them sooner, but they'd also done their best not to interfere

Approaching you quietly with a pained but sympathetic look on his face, bringing you the stuff you need and telling you however bad it is, you'll fix it together

Has the softest touch, running their warm hands over your shoulders and back as they work through your feathers, easing the pain both in your wings and through your muscles

The funny thing about his daydreaming tendencies (and goodness, does he love to spend time doing that -) is that when he's relaxed, he mumbles

Which is how you begin to hear all kinds of muttered whispers about how gloriously soft they are, how much they just want to hold you in their arms while you shroud them in your wings

All wrapped up in a tiny, feathery, world of your own, with nothing in your shared space but each other - MC, why are you blushing??

Nadia

Let it be known that this Countess is the queen of self-care and values it so highly that she sets aside a weekly budget for it

Which is why seeing your state is enough to horrify her

Your wings! Your glorious wings, they're in such poor shape, you must be in so much pain, her darling deserves so much better

She's dragging you to her private bath. She'll put you in a robe that lets your wings loose and set you up for an afternoon of recovery

Her perfectionist tendencies make for a thorough preening. She'll sit with you between her knees, carding through your wings feather by feather, straightening each one

And with the top quality products from her own personal stash, you slowly begin to glimmer in the sunlight through window

It captures your Countess's attention, making her linger over each feather and cover your wings in loving touches

She wants to see you glorious - she wants to cover you in fabrics and adornments so fine you look like you've stepped from a stained glass window, her own angel on earth

Muriel

He knows you have wings and he'd falsely assumed that the reason for never seeing them was because you didn't want to risk him crushing them with his big, clumsy hands and rough touch

(Note: his hands are not clumsy and his touch is actually quite delicate, he just needs help believing that he's not a danger to you)

Thankfully, the painful state of your wings when he sees them causes enough concern to override his anxiety

He'd be lying if he said you didn't remind him of a very tired, gorgeous bird who's been roughed up by a bad storm

Starts by silently bringing you everything you need, and then standing watchfully nearby until you invite him to help you

He's cared for wings before (though never ones this big, or attached to a human) and he doesn't need much help to get started. Feeling your feathers between his fingers is grounding

He keeps seeing visions of you at peace, the sunlight between the leaves dappling your wings as you walk through the trees, his own heart in the forest bringing beauty and wholeness into the world

Portia

Her first reaction (to someone who doesn't know her well) is anger

How could you do this to yourself? You have the most beautiful wings, they're such a big part of you, and you neglected them like this?? How dare you cause yourself this much pain -

All while she bustles around you, pulling out every product you could need and plenty of other comforting items, pulling up a stool behind you and rolling up her sleeves like it's her calling

She'll figure things out as she goes if she needs to, so don't even think about trying to tell her that you'll handle it yourself

With her background in Vesuvia's version of cosmetology, she understands quickly what you need to get done and already has the skill set to do so. Her hands are fast, thorough, and gentle

The longer she works with you, the more excited she gets. How often are you supposed to care for them? How high can you fly? How sensitive are they? Can she keep one of your feathers?

Soon she's telling you snippets from her favorite novels, about flying together through the sky, an angel and their lover

Lucio

He doesn't really notice how bad your wings are at first, because he's busy being briefly jealous. How come you get to have them and not him? He could totally be trusted with wings!

It's only as he pouts a little closer and gets a better look at the pained look on your face (and the frankly terrible state of your feathers) that he shifts from annoyance to concern

You're the best thing in his life, MC, why aren't you treating yourself like it? Why would you neglect such an awesome thing?

He gets your reasons, but he's also asking right away if he can help

(Because he loves you and he doesn't like seeing you in pain, but also because he really, really wants to touch them, please let him touch them they looks so cool and soft and ... safe?)

It's the safety that gets to him. When you nod and let him sit behind you, literally watching your back, showing immense trust and vulnerability by letting him hold your wings

He wants to know what it's like to hold onto that safety, the brief respite from violence, securely hidden behind your wings ...

[yumeaoka-chan]

I'm Here For You Still

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Demon! Hobie x Angel! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Cuddles, kisses, fluff, nephalem! children, Billie & Ramona, no physical description of reader, reader is AFAB, just real cute stuff, title based off song Sleep Well by d4vd

Summary: You and Hobie have made a life together, between the Heaven and the Hells.

A/N: Credits for the lovely banners go to @the-shroom-garden !!! Third piece for Octobie @the-kr8tor , let's go!!! Bille, Ramona, and the third child belong to Katy! I just came up with the son's name for this💕 This can kinda also be considered a prequel to the next fic I'll be posting soon, so🫣🤭

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Sunlight bathes your home in a soft glow, trees rustling in the slight breeze and giving you shade. The scent of flowers fills your nose as you sit down on the grassy field. Arms are wrapped around your waist and a head rests on your shoulder. You smile softly as you lean back into Hobie's embrace, his locs tickling your cheeks. The sounds of children laughing can be heard and you look up to see your twin daughters flying circles around one another.

“Bee! Not so fast!”

“Gotta be faster than that, Mon mon!” With a chuckle, you watch as Ramona flies after her sister, wings flapping behind her and dark brown feathers fluttering in the air. Billie giggles as she flies higher up, looping and twisting in the air, eyes glittering as the sun kisses her cheeks. The toddler in your arms squirms, little black wings lightly fluttering as he tries to join his sisters. Shaking your head and pressing a kiss to your little one's cheek, you place him down onto the ground. He stumbles on his little legs, barely hovering off the ground as he babbles with a big smile on his chubby face. Seeing their little brother make grabby hands at them, Mona descends down to him and cups his cheeks, the ten year old cooing at the toddler.

“Mum, can Den den play with us? Please?” She begs you with big, pleading puppy dog eyes as she picks up Aiden who's now trying to pull at the feathers of her wings. It makes you raise an eyebrow and before you can say a word, her twin lands right beside her. Billie, now peering up at you with puppy dog eyes as well, pouts and folds her hands in front of her in a pleading manner. Hobie cracks open an eye to look at the scene before him before chuckling softly. With a huff, you shake your head and fold your arms.

“Come now, girls. You know your brother is too young to fly by himself right now.”

“But he won't be! We’ll be there, Mona and me!” Billie is the one to speak up, cheeky smile already playing on her lips. She really looks too much like her father when she does that. Mona nods her head in agreement, eagerness shining in her eyes. It makes you sigh, your resolve faltering as you look at your girls.

“As much as I trust you, my darlings, I'm just not comfortable with Aiden flying yet.” You say with a look in your eyes, signaling that your decision is final. The twins pout and let out defeated sighs as they cling to their baby brother, the toddler whining at being smothered. You feel lips press against your ear then, the softest of kisses. Hobie's rich voice whispers into your ear, deep and warm with sleep.

“Look at ‘em, lovie. Let Chaos and Mayhem have some fun, yeah?” You turn your head to glare at him over your shoulder, only for your heart to flutter at the dreamy look in his golden eyes. They're like liquid pools of warmth, sweetly gazing at you as though you hung up the very stars. Your breath hitches and you try to remember what you were about to say before. Gentle smile on his face, he presses a featherlight kiss to your lips, one of his hands leaving your waist in order to softly grip your chin. You can feel yourself melting, ready to give in to his every word as he pulls away to press another kiss on your forehead. Letting out a hum, you lean back enough so that you can give him a sweet smile.

“It'll take more than a kiss to make me say yes, Hobie”, you whisper softly before removing yourself from him entirely. He clicks his tongue as you move to stand up before his hand shoots up to gently bracelet your wrist. With one quick tug, he pulls you back down into his awaiting arms, holding you close as you fall down into his lap. You let out a small oof as you land on him and yelp as he suddenly rolls over until you're trapped beneath him. His arms cage you as you lay on the grass and you let out a huff, leveling him with an irritated frown and narrowing your eyes at the smirk on his face. His dumb, stupid, ethereal face. The beads in his hair sparkle in the sun like the finest of jewels, his piercings glinting in the light. Chuckling, Hobie bends down to kiss the frown off your lips, making your glare falter.

“Is that right, love? Wha’ will it take for you to let Mac and cheese have fun with the little terror? Hm? My pretty angel”, he mumbles softly against your lips, making every thought in your mind short circuit. His voice is breathy and deep and like the smoothest of chocolates, and damn him for making you turn into a puddle so easily. You can feel his fingers gently scratching at your scalp with his sharp nails and his hand warm on your waist. Thumb rubbing tender circles on your side, he trails his kisses along your jaw and cheek, lips pressing on your skin like the softest of silk. Hobie leaving one kiss on your neck is all it takes for you to drown in him, your eyes peering up at him dreamily. Lifting a hand, you place it against his cheek and smile as he nuzzles his face into your palm.

“One of these days, I'll stop giving in to you so easily.” He grins and pecks your lips again.

“So they can play, is what I'm hearin’?” Rolling your eyes, you can't help the smile that flits across your lips as you press your hand against his face, practically mushing him. You can't take seeing how he looks at you with utter adoration and pure devotion. Your poor heart can't take it, even after all these years.

“Yes, yes. They can go chase each other up a tree.”

“Hear that, monsters? Mum says we can play!” Hobie shouts loudly as he moves off of you and your eyebrows shoot up as you whip your head around. Your children are long gone from the spot you had last seen them cuddled up at, Billie and Ramona smiling giddily as they each hold their brother's hands, flying high up in the air. Mouth dropping open and nerves spiking, you scramble onto your feet, only for Hobie to zip by you in a blur. Loud whoops leave him as he joins his children, large black cambion wings flapping behind him. You let out a sigh in exasperation as you watch him chase his daughters around, Billie squealing as she gets pulled into a headlock by him. Mona giggles as she holds Aiden in her arms, watching as her sister and father playfully wrestle.

“Oh, what the hell”, you say with a sigh before grinning and flying up into the air, large white wings shining even brighter under the sun. You join in on the fun, yanking Mona close and tickling her as she begs for mercy, high-pitched squeals of laughter leaving her lips. Aiden giggles and screams as he circles around your head. Times like these are precious, and though you know it won't last forever, you plan to hold them dear and to make every moment count. In the home you and Hobie have built together.

[smileycarat]

delulu thoughts: jeonghan ver

a/n: just me fangirling about jeonghan lolz, sorry for potential typos

whenever i see jeonghan, i automatically think he’s such a gentle kisser

don’t get me wrong, i do think he can have those more heated moments and such, and i would later love to explore that in another fic

but something about the thought of just lounging together on a sunday morning and him giving you the softest kisses throughout the day i aM SEVERELY UNWELL

just enjoying both of each other’s presence away from the public and the limelight that seems to follow him everyday

being in the comfort of your own home where he gets to let lose and relax without constantly being aware of what happens around him in public

having the opportunity to see how he’s like behind closed doors and to experience the way he cups your face with his sweater paws and kisses your brow-bone first, then your cheekbone, then your nose, and finally your lips with the most feather-like kisses there is

being able to wake up to him softly tracing the bridge of your nose and then softly your cheekbone as you wake

you being the first person he speaks to in the morning, his voice still rough from sleep, and you being the last person he speaks to before bed, his voice laced with sleepiness but still pushing through to make sure he wishes you goodnight even if you’re already asleep the moment your head hits the pillow

i think a lot of people would expect him to be slightly chaotic based of how he sometimes presents himself in gose or concerts and yes he can be chaotic, but he’s a gentle chaotic (idek if that makes sense???)

he will sometimes surprise you with the most odd things out of nowhere, like that one time you had a little bit of frosting on your nose from biting into a cupcake

mans is giggling at your appearance and you’re confused because you don’t know what has set him off this time and you’re just looking at him like ???

and he just jokingly rolls his eyes, makes a tsk noise while shaking his head but reaches out to hold your jaw to stop you from moving

then he proceeds to just lick off the frosting off your nose

“what? i couldn’t just leave you like this without telling you” he says after your wide eyed expression

“you could have used a napkin like a normal person!”

he giggles at the way you roll your eyes and pulls you back by the crook of your elbow as you start to move away

“look, we’re even now” he says after he smears frosting on his lips

you both could just be relaxing on the couch laying down and on opposite ends, but he always has either a leg or an arm extended to have contact with you

is completely the type to pull your legs up to his lap to rub at your ankle

or be the type to use his slender hands to knead at the knots between your shoulder blades

i could see him liking to lay down on top of you during a nap and kissing you right under your ear all the way down to your collarbone

this isn’t even in an explicit manner, he just likes to do it for the sake of doing it (also loves the giggle he gets out of you if you’re feeling ticklish)

i could see him as liking to be the one to stay in on his days off and just lounging in matching sweats with you

but also willing and always ready to take a quick trip down to the convenience store with you past midnight in your matching sweats and slippers to grab a snack

absolutely WILL hold your hand all the way to and from the convenience store even though it’s just a few minutes walk

beware, he does not like when you get separated by a street lamp and will pull you to his side so you don’t have to unlink your hands

just a few delulu thoughts about jeonghan <3

[wyyvernn]

A/n: thought i would do these for my favourite assassins/templars since i did them for Castlevania. Maybe I'll do them for others

✧･ﾟ: Masterlist :･ﾟ✧

How they kiss you - Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor), Haytham, Jacob, Evie, Shay

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Slow and sweet, like calm waves licking the shore or gentle spring winds flying through leaves. His arms are warm around you, heat seeping through his palms as they grip your waist. Sometimes you can feel his hesitance, how his lips barely touch yours, like you're glass and he's afraid to break you. The rough pads of his thumbs feel like a feather sweeping over your soft chin, though - tentative but endearing.

Haytham

Slow, deep and confident, each kiss from his lips feels expensive and so intoxicating like rich red wine. His palms press ever so slightly against your neck, thumbs cradling your jaw as he tilts your face up towards him. His lips curl as he feels your pulse quicken beneath his fingers, even more so as he pulls away, enjoying the hot flush he brings to your skin and the way he leaves you wanting for more.

Shay

Short, fast and a little playful, Shay takes your breath away everytime. Always quick and always eager, as if he wants to steal all of your attention before someone else does. Sometimes during calm nights on the seas, he likes to take you in his arms and slow dance at the helm of his ship beneath the stars, even as you protest and shy away. He simply laughs and presses an apologetic kiss to your forehead, asking you to suffer a silly moment with him.

Jacob

Wild and passionate, you can never get Jacob to sit down, but when he does, he's gathering you into his lap, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, your collarbone and sometimes...much lower. Many times have his rooks walked in the midst of your...activities, and on more embarrassing occasions, his sister too. Although, not once has he let it bother him or that smug grin.

Evie

Adoring and gentle, Evie leaves you feeling protected and treasured. You take great pleasure in her affections, in the times that her elegant fingers caress your cheeks, and how her perfect lips brush over your knuckles like the softest of silks. Every act she inflicts on your body is pure and heavenly but it feels so sensual and sinful, as if her touch shouldn't feel this good. Regardless, you soak up everything she gives you.

[samdeancass]

First Time

Requested by: @gabrielasilva1510

Prompts: #13, #14 and #16 from my Prompt List; “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you”, “I think I might be falling in love with you” and “Is that my shirt?”

Pairing: Jack Kline x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Characters: Jack, Y/N

Description: Jack and Y/N have their first time together.

You and Jack were particularly nervous when it came to the sexual aspect of your relationship, especially because you were both virgins and you had only been together for a few months.  However that didn’t change the way you felt about Jack and you hoped that he felt the same way, which you would soon find out. 

You opened your bedroom door and made your way towards the kitchen, running a towel through your hair. You heard a small gasp as you entered the room and turned towards the sound, finding Jack staring at you with a small smile forming on his face which caused a blush to form on yours.

“Is that my shirt?” Jack cocked his head to the side curiously as the blush grew deeper on your cheeks. You nodded and looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed. You hadn’t expected anyone to be in the kitchen at this time, which is why you decided to wander around in just the shirt. You suddenly felt self-conscious and wrapped your arms around your body, discarding the towel on the floor. 

Jack’s smile grew wider as he got up from the table and walked slowly over to you, putting a finger under your chin to tilt your head to look at him. “You look so beautiful, Y/N. In fact...” He leaned in, so close that your lips were virtually touching. “I think I might be falling in love with you.” That was it, that was the confirmation you needed, Jack loved you, just like you loved him.

You closed the small gap that separated you and kissed Jack, soft and loving. You hung your arms loosely around his neck as his hands found your waist and pulled you flush to his chest. The kisses became more passionate as your hands traveled each others bodies. You broke the kiss apart, much to Jack’s dismay. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

The smile appeared once again on Jack’s face as he picked you up and headed towards your room, you wrapping your legs around his waist and pecking his face with kisses. He placed you down gently inside your room and closed the door, making sure to lock it.

When he turned back around, you took his hand and guided him towards the bed. As you lay down Jack leaned over you with the softest smile on his face. “You are so perfect, how did I get so lucky?” You smiled back at the compliment, softly grabbing his neck and pulling him down to you. 

At first the kisses were soft and gentle, the both of you becoming accustomed to each other. However, the kisses became more passionate as your tongues began to battle for dominance. Jack won as his hands went underneath your body and began to trace feather light touches on your skin which left goosebumps in their wake. 

Your hands travelled down his chest, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He smiled into the kiss, breaking away to remove the clothing. “Well, if mine has to come off, so does yours.” Once again, his hands went underneath your body and slowly took off the shirt. Jack stared down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

Another blush crept onto your face as he stared at you. He slowly leaned down and kissed your body, starting at your lips and stopping at the top of your underwear. You could tell that you were turned on by the wetness that you felt in your knickers. Jack looked at you and gave a questioning expression. “Are you sure, baby?” You locked eyes with him and nodded. “100%”. Nodding, he slowly pulled your knickers down your legs and widened his eyes at how beautiful you looked at this moment. 

Jack unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear, before climbing back on top of you. “We can stop anytime you feel uncomfortable, ok? Please don’t be afraid to tell me.” You nodded your head before he lined himself up and slowly entered. You hissed at how much he stretched you, tears pricking the edges of your eyes. Jack kissed your cheeks as you adjusted to his size and waited until you were ready to carry on. 

“You can move now, Jack. I think I’m ok.” Jack moved back before thrusting back in slowly, kissing you through the action to try and relieve some of the pain. He continued going slowly until you gave the go ahead to move faster. The pain soon melted away and was replaced with pure lust and passion as his actions became faster. 

Your fingernails raked down his back as he thrusted hard into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly. This was exactly how you dreamed it would be. It was as if you and Jack were made for each other with the way your bodies molded together perfectly. 

You felt a tightness build up in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were getting close. “I’m close, baby. So close.” Jack leaned down and kissed you, his fringe hanging loosely over his eyes. “So am I.” With one last hard thrust the both of you came together, the most wonderful sounds exited Jack’s mouth. He looked so beautiful in that moment, so care-free and unburdened of the supernatural world. You wanted it to be that way forever for him. 

He slowly pulled out before laying next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you. “I love you, Jack. So much.” He brought you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. “I love you to, princess.” The both of you fell asleep entwined together, listening to the sound of each others heart beats. 

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Your eyes fluttered open and were met with Jack’s blue one’s staring down at you. “Good morning, handsome.” Jack smiled and pecked your lips. “Good morning, beautiful. I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you”. 

Seeing this, you rolled over to the other side and released his arm. “Sorry about that. You should have woke me!” Jack shook his head, smiling. “No, you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to ruin that.” 

“Well then, how about I make us breakfast then? Your favourite?” His eyes lit up at that. “You are so perfect. That would be amazing.” You both got out of bed, got dressed and headed into the kitchen where you made breakfast together, full of love and happiness.

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