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thank god for bikes | arthurtv

inspired by @mrstelevision 🤍

face claim: steph bohrer ♡

request: here !

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📍 london

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y/nsworld about last night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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user1 i'm in love with you

gkbarry cant believe i didn't even get photo creds ↳ y/nsworld please forgive my sins oh great gkbarry

user2 y/n!! i think the guys u mentioned on ur twt was george clarke and arthurtv!! arthur posted on twt about george getting hit by a bike on a wall!! ↳ y/nsworld !! let me check his twt <3

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arthurtv first pic taken moments before disaster (at least this one won't leave a scar)

georgeclarkeey don't know what was worse, the bike ptsd or you dribbling down your shirt ↳ arthurtv your mum doesn't mind my dribbling ↳ y/nsworld the dribbling was funnier to watch tbh ↳ georgeclarkeey take that mr television

gkbarry i didn't even notice it was you guys hiding in the corner ↳ georgeclarkeey just wanted some alone time with my boyfriend x ↳ arthurtv stop telling people i'm your boyfriend!!

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y/nsworld wine in coffee cups and classic literature in a park, my idea of heaven ꕤ

max_balegde got home off my head and now andrews mad i've ruined dinner plans ↳ y/nsworld andrew baby im so sorry :( ↳ andrew_spanndy could never blame you xx ↳ max_balegde god just date her already wooooow

gkbarry regret introducing the two of you, my poor ears will never recover from this ↳ y/nsworld thats your fault for putting two professional yappers together xx

arthurtv pretty sure that's bride you're reading... wouldn't call werewolf smut classic literature ↳ y/nsworld and how do YOU know what's in the book? 🤨

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georgeclarkeey totally normal photo to promote the newest useless hotline ep x

max_balegde rip my purple crocs... can't believe y/n stole them right off my feet... ↳ user2 !!! y/n at the arthurtv podcast recording?? my y/ntv senses are tingling ↳ user3 i'm pretty sure she was there bc her and max are friends... ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ user2 they've never randomly had their friends at recordings, dw you'll join the y/ntv cult soon

📍 ibiza

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arthurtv thank you spotify for inviting us out! (photo cred: y/nsworld)

user2 i am going to scream from the rooftops, y/ntv'ers unite!!

y/nsworld should receive compensation for having to look at george's bare grippers the entire weekend ↳ arthurtv will bring round some wine this weekend ↳ y/nsworld good boy ↳ user2 ... y'all are fucking with me atp

📍 ibiza

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y/nsworld beach bum 𓇼

gkbarry happiness looks so good on you ↳ y/nsworld i love the bones of you

user2 !! WHO TOOK THE PHOTO I FEEL INSANE ↳ y/nsworld my friend! :)

📍 ibiza

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arthurtv decided to stay in the sunshine a few more days :)

user3 user2 i fear you may be onto something ↳ user2 i'm gonna eat glass. like i am actually putting shards in my mouth rn ↳ y/nsworld omg pls don't

y/nsworld looking good mr television ↳ arthurtv why thank you miss world

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y/nsworld use code ynsworld for 15% off ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

max_balegde leaving my bf for you rn. ↳ andrew_spanndy not if i leave you first ↳ y/nsworld i can date both of you at the same time xx

arthurtv djsidjief djg ↳ y/nsworld you ok mr television?

y/nsworld didn't even think about what i was wearing when i went to go see mr hill sing about cold coffee, sorry guys you got the wrong arthur xx

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arthurtv someone forgot to change over to their finsta so i guess it's hard launch time... somehow got the most gorgeous girl on earth to agree to date me, must be my fantastic sense of humour

y/nsworld lbr most of them already knew, we weren't exactly subtle ↳ arthurtv speak for yourself xx

theburntchip it's the big ol' hog you got in them trousers ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ arthurtv ah yes forgot about that

max_balegde take care of her or me and andrew are snatching her real quick ↳ y/nsworld ... i may have to do some rethinking

user2 i can't believe i was right... VINDICATION ♥️ arthurtv, y/nsworld

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y/nsworld told him i forgot to change to finsta but really i just wanted to show that i bagged a hottie ✮⋆˙

georgeclarkeey still can't believe you snatched him from right under my nose ↳ y/nsworld we're still in the honeymoon phase so i may give him back x ↳ arthurtv what the fuck

gkbarry crying into a pint of ice cream thanks xx ↳ y/nsworld you know you're the love of my life xx

y/nsworld also user2 sorry for gaslighting you xx ↳ user2 i have never been so happy to be gaslighted could do a happy lil cry ↳ y/nsworld our fave y/ntv'er we love you ♡

[joon4eva]

just the tip? — kim namjoon.

genre: established relationship au.

summary: you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.

word count. 3,994 words.

warnings. semi-public sex, namjoon doesn't need much convincing, oral sex (m. receiving) unprotected sex but reader is on birth control, creampie, namjoon takes oc's underwear.

note: happy early bday to our leader who keeps me sane and motivates me to keep living everyday. here is some horny fluff word vomit inspired by all the content we've been getting of namjoon looking delicious in his buzzcut lately. i couldn't resist. pics above are from @rkivsfe ♡

Namjoon seemed plucked straight from the pages of a classic romance, a perfect gentleman in every sense.

Throughout the day, your parents had been gracious hosts at their house, and Namjoon had gracefully navigated each conversation, his charismatic charm and impeccable manners in full display. 

Yet, it wasn't the refined qualities occupying your mind; rather, it was his freshly buzzed hair and the allure of his domesticated moments – like when he insisted on helping your mother – that made your heart race, feverish heat flooding your core at the thought of creating a home with him someday.

The both of you had never really properly broached the topic of children, especially since you were on birth control.

While you had only been dating for two years, discussions of having children had stayed respectfully on the back burner; the decision to wait until marriage, or at least until life was less hectic, appeared sensible to both of you. 

For now, life as it was felt fulfilling.

But lately, as you watched Namjoon tenderly cradle a friend's baby or playfully chase nieces and nephews at family gatherings, you began to see the appeal of having a family with Namjoon.

It was hard not to want it sometimes. 

It took every ounce of restraint not to lunge at him right there, an insatiable hunger bubbling within, barely contained. 

And when the rest of your family continued to mingle in the backyard, that was the moment you decided it was time to make your move. 

Namjoon's eyes narrowed perceptively, instantly detecting the undercurrent of mischief in your stride. 

Your smile, wide and radiant, was Oscar-worthy enough to mask your ulterior motives from everyone else; however, Namjoon could see right through your seemingly innocent offer of showing him a 'tour' of your childhood bedroom.

Determinedly, you grasped his arm firmly and practically dragged him up the staircase of your parents’ house and up to your old room located at the far end of the second-floor hallway.

—

To his credit, Namjoon nearly fell for your act. 

He attentively followed along while you animatedly led him around the room; pointing out the remnants of your teenage years evident in the faded posters of pop bands adorning the walls, a meticulously arranged collection of Studio Ghibli figurines that adorned shelves, and a colorful assortment of plush toys scattered about.

Golden sunlight pours through the window, playing on the sparkle in your eyes as your sundress embraces every curve. Beneath Namjoon’s clothes, a nagging ache intensifies, matched by the growing warmth and strain in his pants as he admires your radiance.

Slowly, time seemed to suspend itself, while the walls in your room appeared to close in on you both.

Soon enough, you found yourselves standing face-to-face, completely absorbed by each other's presence.

“You okay?” you ask in a hushed tone.

Namjoon's eyes sparkle with mischief, his eyes shamelessly lingering on your figure. The corners of his mouth turn up in a cheeky grin.

"I know what you’re thinking." 

Brows knitting together, you blink in feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about," you murmur, eyes evading his as your arms cross protectively.

“Oh, of course. You were just so eager to show me your room,” he states matter-of-factly. 

Namjoon’s grin grows wider as he confidently strides closer, hands casually tucked in his pockets. “Nothing more to it, right baby?” 

What a fucking tease.

Warmth creeps up your cheeks as nervous laughter bubbles up, eyes avoiding his penetrating stare – Namjoon always had an uncanny ability to read you like an open book.

It was something that instantly made heat bloom between your thighs.  And when he was looking at you like that, it was impossible to hide anything from him. 

He tilts his head and studies you with an arched brow. “You have that look.”

“What look?”

“The bedroom eyes. I’ve seen it before.”

“I do not!” you manage to choke out, the words nearly vanishing from your throat.

Namjoon just chuckles, disarmingly smug. “Hm. If you say so.”

Within moments, you uncross your arms and navigate the remaining distance, your hands coming up to explore the contours of his body – fingertips slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles tensing in his back before coming around and daintily migrating northward across his chest.

Namjoon leans down, claiming your lips with a fleeting kiss. "We probably shouldn't," he breathes out softly against your parted lips.

"Hmmm," you pout. "And why not?"

Not waiting for an answer, your lips continue their exploration – slowly moving from his lips, tracing the angles of his jaw, and dancing between gentle nibbles and fervent suction.

Beneath his shirt, your fingers tease his chest, leaving light scratches before brushing against his sensitive nipples.

It only took seconds before you could feel how hard and ready Namjoon was, as his skin burned hotter beneath your touch and his breaths grew shallow.

Trying to suppress a groan and maintain some level of composure, Namjoon bites down on his lip and whispers your name with an unsteady voice. 

"Your family is literally downstairs."

“They’re actually outside.”

Smiling mischievously, you return your attention to him by licking a slow stripe from his neck to the sensitive spot just below his ear – a place you’ve discovered he particularly enjoys being teased.

“I can’t promise I’ll want to stop at just kissing,” he warns with equal parts desperation and plea – a last attempt at cracking your resolve as his hands reflexively grip your waist in a manner both possessive and protective.

“And what?” you breathe out, each word soft and slow, a challenge in disguise. “Where would you want to stop?”

“I won’t.” 

Softening your gaze, you allow your lips to ghost over his. “Then don't hold back,” you whisper, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.

His heated gaze flickers across every inch of you – taking in your expression, the way your body presses against his. You couldn't resist further taunting him. 

Your hands slide down his chest and towards the belt loops of his jeans, giving them a playful tug before swiftly moving to unbutton them.

It’s at this moment that Namjoon seems to snap out of his haze.

His lust-addled stupor evaporates like lifting fog, replaced by a rush of clarity where the lines between right and wrong become difficult to blur.

Suddenly decisive, he intercepts your wandering hands with a firm but gentle hold. 

“____. No.”

“I’ll be quiet,” you promise him, a sultry smirk playing on your lips, both tempting and dangerous.

“Baby. We are not fucking in your parents’ house—especially in broad daylight.”

"Oh, Joonie…" you sigh lovingly, pressing a tender and lingering kiss to the small mole just below his lip.

"Always such a gentleman. Holding my hand, praising me in front of my parents, even charming my mom... You don’t wanna fool around with me here?" 

Namjoon's mouth opens as if to protest further, but any words that threaten to come out are swallowed up by a groan that he struggles to stifle at the sensation of you swiftly tugging down his jeans and boxers, just enough for you to wrap your warm, tight hand around his thick length.  

"You’re…s-seriously out of your mind. We…we really shouldn't," he manages to utter, each word strained by the effort he puts into maintaining control – his dark eyes burning with barely restrained desire.

You pause your movements and look into his eyes. "We can make it quick. I promise I'll be quiet."

But you knew Namjoon had always preferred taking things slow, savoring every moment, especially during sex with you.

He was never really a fan of rushing, and you learned along the way he was big on foreplay. 

Yet seeing you present yourself before him like a priceless treasure, accompanied by batting those alluring, pleading eyes at him, Namjoon can't help but consider going against his instincts for once – if only for five fleeting minutes.

“I knew you didn’t want to bring me up here just to—Fuck, hold on. Wait,” he stammers, suddenly remembering, “I– I don’t have any condoms. Well, I didn’t bring any, for obvious reasons.”

An awkward silence settles between you two as the unspoken question lingers, and you gaze into his eyes, searching for an answer.

His eyes widen just a fraction when he realizes what you’re silently asking. 

“God, are you…—? No," he says firmly. "Absolutely not."

"But I've been on birth control for years!" you whine.

Namjoon closes his eyes briefly and exhales sharply, tension radiating from his clenched jaw.

“Babe,” he utters with a heavy sigh.

"Namjoon," your voice is barely audible as you breathe the plea into the curve of his neck, the warm air causing a shiver of desire to course through him. 

Your thumb glides across the tip of his cock, smearing the glistening pearl of pre-cum that gathers from the tip.

Your lips begin to trail gentle kisses along the length of his throat, all while teasingly drawing the tip of your fingers up and down his shaft.

Namjoon's breath catches in response to your touch, gasping as he involuntarily thrusts upwards to meet your hand.

“What about ‘just the tip’?” you whisper. “Isn’t that something that guys like to do?”

“Well… I-I’m paranoid and we should be careful,” he stammers out. “It only takes one time, you know. Can’t this wait until we get home?” 

Noticing his faltering resolve, your lip catches between your teeth to suppress a sly grin. Wordlessly, you slowly sink to your knees in front of him. 

He watches transfixed as your tongue traces a slow path up the engorged vein of his cock, pausing to swirl around the head before taking him fully into your warm mouth.

Namjoon emits a soft groan - hands delicately cradling your jaw - while your cheeks hollow and your head begins to bob rhythmically, dewy eyes peeking out from beneath your lashes to watch him.

His head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut, fighting to restrain a moan as desire shoots through him like wildfire, fuelling your own craving for him even more fervently. 

You could sense him teetering on the edge, his self-restraint waning with each moment until, in one deft motion, he withdraws from your mouth just enough to stagger back, hoisting you up by your arms and steering you backwards until the mattress edge halts against your knees and topples you onto it. 

“You’re fucking shameless, you know that?” he pants, scrambling to shove his pants further down and stepping between your legs, holding his hard cock and leaning over you.

Below him, you giggle and hurriedly push your dress up, sliding your panties down and kicking them aside.

Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them over your head and pins them there.

And as his body aligns with yours – his strong chest firm against your breasts, his crotch deliciously nestled between your thighs – every last drop of doubt vanishes from both of your minds. 

Under the sultry gaze of his darkened eyes, he grips your face, his large hands cupping your delicate cheeks, thumbs tenderly caressing the soft skin. 

Your mouths meet urgently; his lips hungrily pressing against yours to lick and tug at your bottom lip, expertly swallowing every stifled sound that begs release.

"Joon," you murmur tenderly against his parted lips, pausing between kisses. "Touch me, please."

Your honeyed pleas don't go unanswered; Namjoon's hands swiftly comply with your demand, gently pulling down the elastic neckline of your dress far enough to let your breasts spring free. 

"Such a tease, wearing this," Namjoon grunts, grabbing a fistful of your dress, "fuck."

His eyes darken at the sight before him: your dress invitingly pooled at your waist, thighs parted and slightly glistening from your arousal visible even to him.

It was nearly impossible for him to deny you anything at all when you pleaded with that breathy, needy tone.

His lips move with purpose, trailing a series of warm, sweet kisses across your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts – lingering just long enough to elicit a breathy gasp before grazing your stiff nipples with feather-light nips. 

You struggle to bite back any gasping moans – honoring the promise you hastily made earlier – with only the softest sighs escaping your pursed lips.

“Feels good?" Namjoon murmurs softly, his hand navigating the space between your bodies to trace delicate circles around your throbbing clit.

"God, you're soaking wet already and I've hardly touched you."

Desperately trying to maintain silence, you find your hips moving instinctually in rhythm with the sinfully slow motions of his long fingers. They gather your slickness, teasingly near your dripping entrance with one finger before returning upward to trace unhurried, deliberate circles on your clit again with two fingers. 

“Wanna come first?”

Your bottom lip captured between your teeth, you shake your head.

"Can we… Can you pull out?" breathlessly escapes from your lips.

He groans your name gently, punctuating his words with a delicate nip on your jawline. "What happened to 'just the tip'?"

"I changed my mind," you whine weakly, stifling a frustrated groan when his fingers stop their movements.

Namjoon's chuckle against your skin is light and teasing. "My greedy girl,” he coos affectionately against your lips before pressing a lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth. 

“Wonder what your parents would think if they knew that right now, their precious daughter was up here with me, legs spread wide and begging for me like this? Hmmm?" 

His dirty words make you choke on a barely suppressed moan, but you do nothing to discourage him.

He doesn't pull his fingers away from your aching core – instead, he bends down to lick them clean before gently pressing them back inside of you.

“Please, just please, can we…” your voice falters as it dissolves into unintelligible murmurs, desperate for relief, desperate for him to fill you up the way you want. 

"So needy," Namjoon chuckles softly at your struggle for coherence; swiftly replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. 

"You’re sure about this?" he whispers hoarsely, the feel of him nudging at your entrance sending already rioting butterflies into overdrive.

Your hands instinctively slide over the firm contours of his backside, urging him closer as your hips rock against his. “Wanna feel you. All of you,” you softly mewl in his ear.

A primal growl emerges from Namjoon’s throat before he nips lightly at the tender flesh of your neck. “So filthy.”

Namjoon finally pushes inside of you, inch by torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, slowly filling and stretching you in a way that makes your legs shudder and lock around his waist. 

His hips still, giving you time to get adjusted, or perhaps in an attempt to try to steady himself. 

He nuzzles into your neck, spreading his warm breath all over the soft skin there, nudging aside the fabric of your dress to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, fingers dancing across his freshly trimmed head, massaging and scratching softly at his scalp.

Your hips slightly roll to guide him deeper, enticing him to start moving. 

It's sheer, unadulterated bliss as he pumps into you, filling you up in perfect harmony with your own unsteady breaths.  

It feels even better than you thought – so warm and wet and snug around him, nothing has ever felt as good in your life. 

Out of all the things you and Namjoon have tried, this was something that you just haven’t done. 

And now you know you were ruined.

Ruined for using a condom ever again with this man. Your pulse is pounding so hard against your ears that it seems impossible to focus on anything else at this moment but him and how good it feels to have him bare inside of you. 

"You feel so fucking good, baby," Namjoon breathes hotly against the column of your throat. "So tight around me."

He’s fucking into you agonizingly slow and deep; his movements are deliberate and unhurried, each deep, slow stroke filling the air with your muffled moans and the wet sounds of your slick bodies every time his hips snap up against yours.

His hand entwines with yours, palm-to-palm above your head, while his other arm holds you closer by the thigh curled around his waist.

Enveloped in a sensuous fog where your senses blur and bend, you feel him gradually quicken his pace, each thrust growing more intense.

Namjoon nuzzles his face into your neck, soft moans vibrating against your skin. 

Teasingly, his pulsating shaft glides out completely – slow, torturously slow – pausing just before thrusting back in; filling you completely, his tip applying pressure to a hidden sweet cluster of nerves within you that ignites an uncontrollable tightening around him.

An unfamiliar sound escapes from your throat – a strange mixture of a whimper and his name – and he gasps before laughter takes over.

His hand comes up to quickly muffle your sounds.

"Babe," he warns between giggles and gasps for air. "You promised you'd be quiet." 

“But—” your weak rebuttal trails off as warmth spreads across your face and tears gather at the corners of your eyes. “B-but it’s just so… F-feels… so…”

"Shhh, I know," he whispers tenderly against your mouth.

Namjoon’s hand trails from the curve of your thigh to weave through your hair, tightening at the back of your head and pulling you into another heated, sloppy kiss. 

“Doing so well for me,” Namjoon whispers between kisses. “Taking it all.” More kisses. Rougher and wetter. “S-so pretty… so fucking pretty wrapped around me like this.” 

With each impassioned stroke, you cling to him; muffled moans of his name escaping between breathless kisses as waves of warmth wash over you. 

"Want you to come... come inside, Joon, please," you softly plead.

Ardor begins to strain at every seam, your sweet plea threatening to shatter Namjoon's restraint, nearly sending him over the edge.

“Yeah? You close, baby?”

Your eyelids grow heavy, closing tightly as your head fervently bobs in agreement, words failing you.

To this, Namjoon plunges into you with a growl. His cock kisses your g-spot, again and again – and his face is a canvas of pure ecstasy as he thrusts forcefully, his hips colliding with yours while he drives himself even deeper, almost as if he was working to etch himself into your very being. 

Your teeth press into his shoulder to muffle your sobs, while your hands frantically wander— sliding under his shirt to rake at the damp skin of his back or bunching at the wrinkled sheets, desperately searching for something to ground you as he pounds into you, each powerful motion stealing more breath from your lungs. It’s a drawn-out, slow rolling orgasm that he drags out of you.

He fucks you through your climax; deep, steady thrusts that makes your legs quiver and your eyes lose focus as they roll back. 

A low, guttural moan suddenly escapes him as warmth begins to flood every nook and cranny within you, occupying and filling every gap.

The pulsating of the thick vein lining the underside of his cock throbs with each burst of his release, while your own walls tenderly constrict around him.

Your vision is consumed by whiteness as your eyes clench shut from the sheer force of shared euphoria, your mind wonderfully blank.

And then, stillness. 

He stays buried inside you, his large frame forming a protective shield around your body, like a giant blanket swaddling you both.

His nose gently nestles against the side of your neck, as the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest comes to match yours, slowly and peacefully. Your legs are still wrapped snugly around his waist, your hand tracing slow, lethargic circles on his back beneath his shirt.

“Holy shit,” you breathe in elation, “we should do that more often.”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh. Carefully shifting his weight, he hovers above you, hands on either side of your shoulders. “That good?”

“Yeah,” you exhale with a grin. “Really good.” “Really good,” he echoes with a laughter that dances at the edges of his eyes and alights the depths of his dimples.

And you laugh, too, delightfully dizzy and slightly sticky with perspiration as the sun spills through the window's gaps, rays of golden syrup bathing you in warmth.

Namjoon presses a fleeting but tender kiss to your mouth and gently pulls out of you, leaving a lingering emptiness and a sweet ache in your core that lingers.

His eyes curiously wander down to the apex of your thighs and you watch as his hand wanders down to pry your legs apart, his fingertips holding them open as he watches the warm, viscous fluid of his cum slowly form a trail from your entrance. He traces a gentle finger through the slick aftermath, a satisfied hum resonating as your body shudders with blissful oversensitivity. 

In this proximity, he bends down to place a tender kiss on the side of your jaw, with words that now flow like honey. “Think we could make that a priority,” he murmurs.

He follows up with another feathery kiss directly upon your lips - an almost chastely innocent smile dancing across his features, almost sinfully ironic.

You find yourself grinning in response to his obvious overture before letting your hand wander lower on his back.

Slowly, deliberately, almost flirtatiously, it reaches and gropes his rear end. "So would you be open to round two then?" you tease playfully as your fingers pinch just enough for him to know you're serious.

Namjoon’s immediate reaction is priceless – a jolt forward accompanied by an adorably indignant yelp as he tries (and fails) to hide his surprise at your boldness.

All he can do is shake his head at you in disbelief before giving in once more to laughter. 

Eventually regaining some composure, he chides you gently by flicking your forehead with one finger, mimicking chastisement but betraying nothing but affection. You feign complete agony with a comically exaggerated moan and grip to your forehead, earning another round of laughter from Namjoon.

“Jesus, baby,” he says, exhaling a heavy breath, forcing a laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”

He shifts to a seated position on the mattress next to you before standing up, his back straight and his movements curiously graceful for someone so tall.

Your gaze follows him, transfixed as he grasps the edges of his boxers and jeans, lifting them back over his lean hips. 

You have to internally curse at how his shirt clings to him like a second skin, accentuating his broad form as he calmly fastens each button, the muscles in his biceps rippling subtly in the process.

This simple act (an undoubtedly mundane and ordinary action) transforms into a hypnotizing display just by virtue of it being Namjoon. 

Shifting your position slightly, you slide the straps of your dress back into place, readjusting the elastic neckline to cover your chest.

Propped up on your elbows, your eyes dart around for your missing panties.

Namjoon seems to be almost telepathic in this moment, glancing over and catching your eye.

Realizing what you're searching for, a playful smirk forms on his lips.

He bends down to retrieve your underwear from its hiding spot on the floor and rather cheekily shoves it into his pocket instead of handing it to you.

Feigning irritation, you huff as he saunters victoriously across the room towards the bedroom door with his stolen trophy secured in his pocket. 

“Namjoon,” you protest, now sitting up completely. “I need those!”

"You can have them back later," he calls over his shoulder as he begins opening the door. 

The curve of his lips breaking into a gentle smile as he adds, "Let's go home. And don't worry, love - I'll keep these safe for you."

As if to emphasize his point, he gives the pocket safeguarding your panties a delicate pat - one last playful jest before disappearing beyond the doorway.

[mncxbe]

Ow heck yeah, just read your announcement and I'm here to request for classic cheating dazai (spicy number 6) 🙇‍♀️ please bless us with your magic fics, thank you so much ily have a great dayyyy

this man is such a red flag I love him♡ ty for requesting sweet nonnie hope you have a wonderful day too

6 — Cheating on their girlfriends with you (TW: cheating)

Dazai's hips halt flush against your ass as he picked up the phone "Hey baby" he said casually, as if he weren't balls deep inside you right now "How was work?"

You could hear his girlfriend's chirpy voice on the other side of the line, telling him every silly little detail about her day and you huffed impatiently, looking over your shoulder to see Dazai's sly grin. The man raised a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet as he experimentally rolled his hips against yours. Kneadind the fat of your ass with his free hand, he then trailed it down to your lower back, deepening your arch– moans slipped from your lips as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

"Keep it down, bella" he whispered, gathering your hair in a pony tail and hoisting your chest off the mattress. Using it as leverage Dazai picked up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, ripping choked, breathy moans from you. "Aah fuck– 'samu"

Dazai, love, are you listening to me? Is everything ok?

"Yes, baby, don't worry I'm just a bit tired. Today's mission was pretty hard, but I promise we'll talk when I get home tomorrow" he mused, his eyes glued on the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock.

Oh okay then... I'll let you sleep. Goodnight Osamu, I love you. See you tomorrow

He hung up the phone without saying another word, throwing it on the crumpled sheets next to you. "What, 'samu? Aren't you gonna tell your girl you l-love her too ah shit—?" you taunted the man, earning a harsh slap on your ass. Dazai flipped you onto your back, pushing your thighs flush against your chest, his eyes taking in the sight of your slick cunt. He drew loose circles on your puffy clit with his thumb, relishing the way you writhed and mewled under him. You were so goddamn beautiful and sweet.

"Don't be silly, 'donna" he smiled, bringing his face closer to yours– his hot, ragged breath fanning over your lips as he eagerly slipped back inside you, his tip nudged snug against your sweet spot. When he started moving his thrusts were painfully deep, hungry, desperate even but his gaze held nothing but affection for you "She can go fuck herself, 'donna. You're the only girl I love"

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[vulcajes]

🔔 The Bell Jar — domestic pregnant jily fluff!!! its my fav and there is way to little fics on this

Flora you're so real for this and also I miss you dearly

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“Come on, love, we have to agree on a name.” James murmured, his mouth brushing against the hair on the back of Lily's head.

They were sat so cosily for all their lighthearted bickering. Lily lay across the couch, her back and head resting against James, who was curled up on the left side of it. It was a scene of perfect carelessness entwined with their love.

“James, we are not naming our firstborn son Sirius! He's already the baby's godfather!” Lily protested as she tried to keep a stern expression whilst looking up at her husband. She couldn't hold it for long, though, as a grin broke out with a short chuckle at the sight of James’ mock pout.

“But, darling,” he whined, twirling his index finger around a strand of auburn hair, “you know how much Sirius means to the both of us. And it's hardly like Alfred is the perfect name for a boy, either.”

Lily frowned at the comment made about her name choices, but chose to roll her eyes and give a harsh tug on James’ shirt instead. It had been well over an hour since they first sat down to whittle down their list of baby names and no luck had been found. All baby names from both parents were being fought for with equal amounts of ferocity. At this point, it seemed more likely that their son would have 15 different names than for the couple to agree on one. They may have looked sweet in their matching pyjamas and wedding bands, but James soon realised that marrying a woman as equally stubborn as him led to the problems they were facing now.

He sighed and pulled her slightly closer, if only because he loved being close to his wife, resting a hand on the growing bump. Just thinking about the incoming baby made him want to tear up. Lily couldn't help but chuckle whenever James got so teary-eyed. It always seemed the pregnancy hormones migrated to him.

“Oh, Jamie, are you okay?” She asked, sounding slightly teasing, but her sentiment was the same. Lily sat up and turned to face her husband. His bottom lip was already trembling as she pulled him into a tight hug.

James’ face quickly found the crook of Lily's neck and buried itself against her skin, overwhelmed by her scent.

“I'm fine, Lils,” James mumbled weakly, “you know how I get about the baby…”

Lily smiled and shook her head, knowing exactly what he meant. It was a little funny, seeing such a big and jovial man turn into a puddle at the mere thought of his unborn son. Funny, yet endearing, and she found herself falling in love with James just that little bit more as she comforted him.

She sighed softly, breathing in the strangely delightful combination of teakwood and his sweat that James’ skin always smelled like. “Oh, sweetheart, please. There's no need to cry, even happy tears.”

James shuddered slightly and sniffled as he held Lily tighter. He was always careful not to squeeze her too much, in case he ended up hurting her, but that never stopped him from holding her as tight as he could.

However the quietness of their embrace was interrupted as an idea fell into Lily's head.

“Harry… Harry James Potter.” She murmured, pulling away from James’ arms to be able to look him in the eyes. She smiled, looking up at his limpid brown eyes filled with so much love. “What do you think of that, love?”

James’ eyes lit up as soon as the suggestion was made. Harry. He liked that name. The perfect blend of their tastes; something classic and something fun. Giving their son his name for a middle name was also something that tugged at his heartstrings. It was a heartwarming homage, a gesture of love that endeared Lily to him even more. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Harry. I love it. I love you.” He responded, showering the hand he held in absentminded kisses.

“I love you, too, James… pancakes for dinner?”

[kolyasangel]

you've got such a sweet tooth

synopsis: you and sigma bake cookies together...

content: fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff `(˶ >﹏< ˶)′

Ever since you discovered what your boyfriend's favorite food was, you've been on a mission, searching the internet for the world's best cookie recipe to impress him. You found it absolutely adorable how Sigma loved cookies more than any other food. You cherished how his eyes lit up whenever you surprised him with freshly baked cookies, whether because he had a stressful day at the casino or you simply wanted to bake a sweet treat for him. 

Sigma loves all types of cookies- the classic chocolate chip, shortbread, snickerdoodle, the heart sugar cookies with strawberry jam, etc. Of course, he could buy cookies whenever he wanted to at a store or bakery, but his favorite ones are the ones you make for him. Your baking skills are simply unmatched! Nothing compares to the heavenly taste of your homemade treats, especially when you make something just for him. Sigma happened to be free today, creating a perfect opportunity to spend the day with him which also meant finally getting the chance to bake with him. 

So here you both were- standing in the kitchen as you prepared all the ingredients while Sigma was tying his hair up into a pretty ponytail. Though you were distracted from your task by the way his nimble fingers moved delicately through his silky hair. What a heartthrob. He had already styled your hair beforehand in a half-up, half-down hairdo and added a pastel ribbon to give it a lovely touch, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek after he finished. He always treated you like a princess, delicately and with the utmost tenderness. 

Today was Sigma's day off, one he had needed for a while. Sigma didn't like the idea of not being at the casino while it operated- it felt like leaving a baby unattended to him. However, his employees kindly insisted that they would take care of everything and that he should take a day off for himself, which he eventually agreed to. It worked out in the end anyway, as he would be able to spend the whole day with you. As much as he cared about the casino, he would do anything to spend more time with you when he got the opportunity. He let out a grin as he recalled the phone call between you both before his arrival.

"Oh, you're free today? Come home quickly! Pleaseee?"

Home. He had heard that simple word spill from your lips many times before, but it still sends shivers up his spine like the first. 

You had already set the oven beforehand and now you were adding all the dry ingredients together, carefully ensuring that every measurement was precise. While you were busy with your task, Sigma began to prepare the wet ingredients. He began to gather the ingredients, but not before noticing the cookie recipe on the fridge with a note in the corner that says "His favorite ♡ He likes it with an extra dash of vanilla." There was a warm feeling in his stomach, knowing how much you considered and cared about what he liked made his heart full.

"Can you help me open this?" You ask, making his attention turn to you.

"Of course darling." He says as he notices you having trouble opening a jar and takes it from you. 

It was such a mundane task, but your knees still felt weak as you watched him open the jar with ease. Strong hands yet such a gentle heart.

As Sigma mixed the dry and wet ingredients to form the dough, you dipped your finger into the flour and put some on his nose. You knew it would make him flustered, and you were proven right as his ears and cheeks quickly blossomed with red. He stammers your name and looks at you with his soft grey eyes before putting some flour on your cheek and giggling, leaving flour streaks on your face. 

"Hey!"

"You did it to me first!" He continued to laugh.

Sigma's adorable laughter and sweet smile made you feel warm inside. His laughter was like music to your ears. When you first met Sigma, you noticed that he didn't smile often, let alone let out a chuckle. But finally seeing him be comfortable around you makes you feel bliss. You take a paper towel and wipe the flour from each of your faces while still giggling with each other. 

You watched as he rolled up his sleeves and began to form little balls out of the dough. His exposed pale arms caught your attention as his soft muscles and veins made themselves visible with every movement. It was impossible not to stare. You were so mesmerized and wanted nothing more than to amorously trail your lips along his arms covering them with kisses, not leaving an inch of skin untouched. In an attempt to ease your flustered state, you hug him from behind and press your cheek against his back.

"Something wrong dear?" Sigma asks as he continues to work on the dough. He smiles to himself as he feels you pressed up against his body. 

"Nothing, you're warm." You don't dare to speak about how he made you feel hot and bothered by performing such a simple task. Your eyes closed for a second, enjoying the warmth your boyfriend provided. That was until the oven made a "beep!" noise to indicate it had finished preheating, causing your eyes to open again and taking you away from your blissful state.

"All done?" You ask as you notice Sigma finished rolling out the dough balls. He nods, and you let go of him as he carefully places the cookies in the oven.

As the cookies were baking in the oven, you contemplated what to do in the meantime. That is until Sigma pulled you to the couch and held you close to him so he could cuddle you. You lay on his chest and relax against him, enjoying his heat once again.

"Sigma, what's your love language?" You randomly ask him. 

"Love language? What's that? It sounds sweet." He asked as he looked up at you wide-eyed, eager to know the meaning. 

Your heart melted at his innocent curiosity. How was it possible for someone to be so incredibly cute?

"It's a way that you like to receive and show love to your beloved." You explained each love language, to help him understand better. Sigma carefully listened as you spoke, intently listening to everything you had to say. 

"Hm.. I like all of them, but if I had to pick one I would say words of affirmation! It makes me so happy when you tell me I'm doing a good job. I feel more confident in myself and want to continue to improve for not only myself but for you."

You smiled at his heartfelt words and gently stroked his bangs.

"What about you, love?" He asks as he leans into your touch.

"Well.. I like a little bit of everything, to be honest. I've noticed that you show your love in many different ways, and I feel so lucky and grateful to have a guy like you. You treat me so well and I couldn't ask for anyone better."

His cheeks reddened as you uttered praises about him. He leaned closer before his lips connected with yours. You smiled against his lips, enjoying this moment and the closeness between you both. 

Not too long after, a delicious and sweet aroma hits your nose.

"Want to check on the cookies?" You ask Sigma shortly after pulling away from the kiss.

The both of you looked at each other for a few seconds before getting up and racing to the kitchen, giggling like children. You and Sigma end up sitting in front of the oven to watch the cookies bake.

"Oooo"

You giggled at Sigma's childlike fascination. 

"I'm so happy." The sheer happiness on his face was something that couldn't be wiped off whenever he was with you. His eyes had a glimmer in them that told you he was happiest whenever he was with you, and you only. He turned to you as he felt your fingers brush against his cheek.

"When will they be ready?" He asks.

"They still have a few more minutes to bake."  

"Can we stay here?"

"Of course! The cookies will get lonely if we don't sit with them." You say enthusiastically.

The both of you continued to chatter as you eagerly waited, excited to taste the delicious dessert. Before you knew it, the remaining minutes passed, and it was time to take the cookies out of the oven. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the room as you carefully set them down to cool for a little. While you allowed them to cool, you took the time to prepare two cups of tea to go with the cookies, selecting just the right blend. You chose delicate floral-printed plates and cups, setting everything on the table neatly and with great care. You poured tea into both cups and placed three cookies on each plate.

Sigma couldn't help but grin as he watched you arrange everything on the table neatly and in a cute manner, finding every detail about you so charming. Everything from how you moved oh so gracefully to the way your expressions changed as you were focused on your task. He also couldn't overlook how that ribbon in your hair just had to make you look even more princess-like, making a mental note to buy you more. He wanted to say something, such as "you're beautiful", he would get to see your cute blush once again. But nothing left his lips as words could not do justice to your beauty. He had to wonder if you were really this perfect all the time. 

"Thank you, darling, this is lovely." He tells you as you take a seat at the table. Sigma takes a bite of his cookie, immediately struck by the exceptional flavor. They were perfectly soft and chewy, with just the right amount of sweetness. 

"These taste amazing, love! Your cookies never disappoint." Sigma tells you as he relishes his cookies and tea. He felt like he could just drop down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage right now. Soon, my love. Spending the rest of eternity with you wasn't even a second thought to him.

You smile at his compliments and playfully wave him off, not wanting him to flatter you too much. 

"Thank you, Sigma.. I appreciate it." You couldn't help but let out a laugh as you felt so comfortable in this moment. Happily enjoying your cookies and tea, spending time with your sweetheart boyfriend, what more could you possibly ask for? There was nothing else in life that could compare to this feeling. The feeling you get when he's with you. 

[fawnsflowerbed]

EEEEEEEE I've always wanted to do this and honestly I'm a little nervous- I love your stories SO much and it definitely helps fuel my Leon craze ♡♡♡

Sappy notes aside, I was wondering if you would possibly do a comic store/arcade date idea? Specifically with Re2 Leon in mind but you're the writer so I'll leave most of the creativity in your hands! I've always had this little headcanon where I think young Leon would be a huge fan of classic comic heros (Spiderman mostly) because of his absolutely tragic backstory :((

But this has just been a little idea that's been bubbling in my head for a couple months, feel free to add or take away anything you feel fits!!!

UGHHHHH breaking my heart over RE2 Leon he’s such a puppy I love himmmmm

An arcade date with Leon takes a sweet yet sad turn. Time to win some tickets baby!! Warnings/content: GN reader but with fem in mind, 2nd person POV (you/your), sweet sweet fluff with mentions of Leon's past :(

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Leon had a bounce in his step that you hadn’t seen in too long. Date night. Circled on the calendar, he’d been counting down the past 48 hours to spend time with his sweetheart. You.

There was something that made the corners of his lips curl up into a smile – a smile he was clearly trying to fight back in front of you. Dating Leon for the past six months had been nothing short of a dream, and you both worked together to get through the roadblocks in the way thanks to the trauma of his past. Lucky enough, you were about as determined as a bulldozer and gladly broke down his walls. Now he was the biggest sweetheart you’d ever set eyes on. So, when you’d told him to pick the next spot for a date, he was absolutely ecstatic. Judging by how quickly he’d blurted out the name now plastered in big neon lights in front of you he already knew just where to go. The whole thing made you giggle.

“I didn’t know you’d be so excited about this.”

“Oh, you have no idea, honey. When I was a teenager I was obsessed with these places, I just never got the chance to go into one. Now that I’m a fully independent adult I can spend as much money as I want on stupid shit. Well, stupid shit and gifts for you.” He grinned at you, taking you by the hand to pull you into the building. “C’mon.”

It was just as you’d pictured it, if not more. Rows upon rows of arcade machines lined with joysticks and overworked buttons from raging teens giving up when they’d clearly lost. Leaderboards filled with names, initials and curse words that definitely didn’t belong on Pacman. A prize corner with everything from poor quality keychains to large stuffed animals at unreasonably high-ticket prices.

You had to admit, you were feeling a little giddy too. Not nearly as much as Leon was, but you were excited to see where this would go. This was your first time in an arcade for a really really  long time.

He was counting out his pocket change and quarters, completely oblivious to how you were staring at him with a large smile, positively smitten. God, how you loved him. This dusty blonde golden retriever boy you’d fallen for with the drop of a hat. You cherished these moments with him, the ones where he looked so genuinely happy, like those past years of darkness and dread had been scrubbed clean by gloved hands. And when those gloves came off, it was from two different sets of hands. His and yours.

After adding up the rest of his money it finally occurred to him that you’d been standing there a little too silently. Turning his head, he caught a good look at you breathing him in completely. Like you were peering straight into his soul, eyes boring into him as a whole. He quirked an eyebrow at you while very clearly fighting back a smile. “What?”

You just giggled, holding his face in your hands. “You’re the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

He rested his hands over yours with his own laugh. You could’ve melted on the spot, that sound put you at such ease. Oh, how you’d love to hold and hug and kiss this man for the rest of your life. You knew Leon was still getting used to letting someone care for him again, hell he was still adjusting to someone wanting to call him adorable. But you were his lighthouse, and you’d gladly guide him back home to your arms whenever he felt lost.

You knew it was hard for Leon to let his guard down. He felt like he had to be the stronger one in the relationship, like it was his duty to keep you safe. But then you showed him that he was allowed to slow down. He was allowed to let someone else keep him safe. But getting to watch him laugh and live like a normal person, to watch him leave behind those times of turmoil even if just for a few hours, it was bliss. Taking in the moles on his face and the curve of his nose as you walked past flashing colours had you seeing your boyfriend in a whole new light.

Yep. Definitely in love. No doubt about that.

Your eyes fell on something that struck its own personal chord.

“No way, House of The Dead 2! I’ve been waiting for this sequel for ages!”

“I have had my fair share of that game in real life, thank you kindly. I’d rather not relive that experience.”

You smiled at him, grabbing at his face again to squish at his cheeks. “Aw, my poor thing.”

He swatted his hands at you, but that didn’t stop him from laughing. “C’mon, cut it out.”

“Oh, does my big strong boyfriend not like when his girlfriend coddles him?”

Taking gentle hold of each wrist, he held your arms out in front of him with a gentle shake. “I’ll whoop you at air hockey if you keep this up.” “You’re on!”

Yeah, that went the way everyone expected to. He whooped your ass. But it was a pretty even playing field. Sure, he could easily beat you in play fighting, forcing you to tap out so he could suffocate you with his cuddles, but you both had little experience with air hockey. Maybe that’s what made you work so well together. Your similarities and differences.

“Babyyy, you’re distracting me.” He dragged out playfully, a grin spreading over his features as he pressed a quick kiss to the side of your hand. “I have to defend my title by winning you that alpaca. These things are about finesse.”

Those things, as a matter of fact, were not about finesse.

That was clear when after spending around 4 dollars’ worth of quarters on the machine, it looked like there was no hope in Leon defending his title. Leaning his head close to yours with his eyes still locked to the glass, his voice fell down to a joking whisper.

“..Do you think they’ll notice if I shake the machine?” You gave one short nod, whispering back. “Most likely.”

“Even a little?”

“Even a little.”

“Damn.”

Turns out they were right about claw machines being a scam. Or at least that one was. You probably should have assumed that, but it was worth a shot either way.

After walking past rows of flashing lights and colour images framed with messages of ‘INSERT COIN’, you decided it was about time you check out the prize corner. True, you had a measly number of tickets, but there was no harm in at least imagining you could score something. It had just about as much as you’d expect, shelves packed with tacky stuffed animals and keychains, those tiny water pistols and rubix cubes. The usual.

Until you heard Leon’s voice.

“Oh no way they have it! I haven’t seen one of these in years.”

There was this joy to it that you couldn’t capture in words, and the grin on his face to accompany such a tone was the cherry on top. That pure look of glee and excitement. What could cause such a reaction?

“What?”

He pointed up towards the shelves. “Top left, 500 tickets.”

There it was. Sealed in a shoddy looking plastic bag was a Spiderman figurine in peak condition.

You smiled, watching how his baby blue eyes locked onto the prize bag like it had descended from heaven itself. “You’re a Spiderman fan?”

“Have been ever since I was a kid. I used to think that Peter Parker was the coolest guy ever. Still kind of do. He had so much responsibility on his shoulders, went through so many trials and still kept fighting for what was right. It felt like they’d made a hero specifically for me. That,” he pointed to the figure. “Looks almost exactly like the one I had as a kid. I lost it when they moved me into the foster home, haven’t seen one of these in ages.”

You felt your smile sadden. Leon’s family history was something you’d learnt about at the end of last month, finding out about how his whole household and potential extended family members had been killed. He’d often open up about his experiences in the system with his head sitting on your chest or in your lap, finding comfort in your fingers playing with his hair. How he fought for his fair share, how he’d learnt to ice down wounds and warm up sore muscles from one of the less aggressive kids there. Like picking open a lock, your hands worked every painful experience from his memory so they could meet with the air around you. He always seemed calmer after talking about it, like an extra tonne had been removed from his guilty conscience.

“Well now we have to win it.”

That seemed to boot him out of his moment, now turning to you stunned. “What?” Why would you say that?

You couldn’t help but puff your chest out a little in pride. Would’ve strut around like a peacock if you had the confidence. No doubt about it, you were gonna score that figurine for your boyfriend. He deserved it, and so much more. “You heard me. Let’s go scavenge for tickets. We’re getting you that figurine.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Nope, too late! I’m already on my way to the whack-a-mole station!”

He couldn’t stop you even if he wanted to, which he secretly didn’t. You were too busy hunting down an arcade machine to jump onto. One of the things he loved most about you was how much you loved him, no matter how self- centred it sounded to anyone else. At first it felt wrong to have someone care for him like this. He’d been hesitant to date so early after splitting with his ex before Raccoon City, but you’d captured his heart with one swoop of your hand. It almost stunned him how easy it was to fall for you. And as he watched you take your fistful of tickets, looking back at him with a determined smile while talking on about what game you’d just ‘kicked ass’ at, he knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. The bright fluorescent lights from the arcade machine brought a rainbow to your skin, you were doing all of this for him.

It went on like that for a while, him watching with a rather amused grin as you practically scurried around the patterned carpet. Counting up how much money you were losing just to get him a figurine. Making loving eye contact with you anytime you turned around to check in on him. How he’d ever gotten so lucky with you was beyond his understanding. He would shower you with everything in the world without even needing a thank you, and yet you were going out of your way to win a simple spiderman toy for pure sentimental value. He’d really hit the jackpot, and he didn’t even have to touch an arcade machine.

From that point on it was a team effort, both of you now pitching in to win that perfect prize. Skee-ball, Cyclone, Slugfest. With the occasional game of Street Fighter in between to keep things interesting. Elbow to elbow, often trying to either psyche the other out so they’d lose or cheer them on to victory. Guess that was the true duality of a relationship.

It was no easy feat, but you’d done it. Handfuls of shoddy paper tickets ripe for redeeming. Once you had your spoils collected you slammed your winnings down onto the counter. Needless to say the minimum-wage worker behind the counter didn’t seem too happy, with an eyeroll so far into the back of their head you thought they’d see their own skull. They let out a sigh when you pointed to the figurine, stepping up onto the ladder to take the plastic package off the lined shelves.

But it was definitely worth it to see the look on Leon’s face. Watching on with big bright eyes, waiting ever so patiently (well, as patient as he could be) for the employee to slide the toy across the glass to you both. He was in pins and needles, hands fuzzy when he picked it up. How could one object hold so much love in it? So many memories he thought he’d buried deep down below sedimentary layers, thick with security. Keeping his heart safe from everything that had happened.

Leon could feel a mist grow over his baby blue eyes as he stared down at the Spiderman figurine. Taking in the decals on the cardboard background, the font of the text. Everything the way he remembered. Just like the one he’d gotten for Christmas as a child.

He looked just about ready to cry.

The smile dropped off your face for a moment, now replaced with a look of concern. Had it not been what he wanted? Had you overstepped some kind of boundary? Was it not what he expected it to be?

“Oh, Leon. I’m sorry, is it not-”

“It’s perfect.” He shook his head, holding the package gently and tucking it into your shared carry bag. Once it was safe and sound he was immediately pulling your body into his, arms wrapped tightly around you with so much love. You could feel it radiating from him, buzzing at a frequency that spread a welcoming warmth through the both of you. Lightning in a cuddly jar. “You’re perfect. I love you so much. So, so much. Thank you, sweetheart. This means so much to me. I love you.”

The admission of love had you melting into a puddle in your boyfriend’s arms. “I love you too, baby.”

You and Leon had won so much more than a plastic toy that day.

[pink-tea]

txt calling you spanish pet-names

☆ rating: sfw, fluff

☆ headcanons !!

☆ hispanic/spanish-speaking! reader

☆ i just did what txt would get called, how could i not write this aaaah. also i just found out that hbo max has say yes to the dress, i love this show so fucking much oh my god (update:) i am on season 5

☆ slight use of hispanic lingo/slang, if you need the context to any let me know in comments <3 (translations at the end!!)

other version ♡

yeonjun

ღ mi reina/rey

yeonjun seems like the type to call you some form of royalty lmao. something in my brain just sees him pronouncing the "r", smiling proudly when he says it successfully, kissing the back of your hand like a tease. really the type of guy to really just treat you like his queen/king, adoring you soso much even though he's the kind of asshole who will tap his cheek instead of straight up telling you to kiss him. i can just imagine trying to get ready, looking at yourself in the mirror while yeonjun sneaks up from behind, pressing shy kisses along the side of your neck before catching your eye in the reflection and mouthing the words "mi reina/mi rei" into your skin.

ღ amor

yeonjun's a romantic, i have nothing off the top of my head that i can use as proof of this but i feel it in my gut 100% it's such a classic but that's what makes yeonjun like using it, it's sweet, it's romantic, it makes your heart flutter and yeonjun says it at the most random yet perfect times. he has a habit of saying it mid-makeout, lips red and bruised and wet with your spit. he smiles into the kiss, pulling back just to tell you, "te amo, mi amor" because he really does :( you're the love of his life, his amor.

soobin

ღ tesoro

tesoro bc soobin treasures you <3 it's sweet and you tease him for the pet-name being a little old fashioned, but soobin just genuinely thinks of you as his treasure :( you're something lovely and bright that's come into his life, and it feels like he's searched for so long just to find you, a red 'x' marked in the sand. there was probably a time where you asked him if he calls you treasure bc he plays a lot of looting video games and the color just drains from him face. "oh my god i never thought of that," and he looks so panicked that you have to fuss and reassure him that you like it. "no! no, it's ok, it's cute, i like being your tesoro, promise <3" (he's still a little worried).

ღ bebe

soobin seems like such the type of guy to call you "babe" or "baby", but he also wants to make it special by copying the way you call him pet-names in spanish. "qué quieres comer, bebe?" he asks you one day, scrolling through the menu of whatever take-out option the two of you had settled on for that evening. "mmm, that's cute," you comment on the pet-name, coming up behind soobin from where he sits on the sofa. he twists his body to look at you, bunny lips quirked up into a relieved smile. "te gusta?" he asks, and his broken accent is cute enough for you to plant a playful kiss on his cheek. "mhm, me gusta."

beomgyu

ღ mami/papi

this is so him. at first it started out as a joke, something to tease you with whenever he's trying to get your attention. "mami, pleaseee," he whines into your ear. "quiero sentirme bien," he tries, hands dangerously close to slipping underneath your shirt when the two of you are literally supposed to be out the door. "gyu, please don't do this right now," you scold, words getting caught in your throat when he kisses the pulse-point on the side of your neck. "want you right now, mami," he persists, cold hands settling on the skin of your stomach. "please," he begs, and fuck you're weak </3 needless to say it became more than just a joke.

ღ guapísimo/guapísima

wants matching pet-names with you, but he always has to one up you so he adds "isimo" or "isima" at the end. it's like, at first you're so endeared by it because matching pet-names are always so cute, but then you find out the truth behind it when you call him guapo and he turns it into a competition. finally being able to win by shutting him up with a tug of his hair and a kiss. "callate, guapo," you hush into his lips, already feeling the way his lips curl into a pout. "callate, guapísima," he shoots back, laughing at your exasperated sigh.

taehyun

ღ mi alma

at first i wanted to make taehyun's "mi vida", but also taehyun is just so loving. when taehyun falls in love with you, he feels it in his soul. he feels it in the way you give him butterflies with every peck on the cheek, the way his heart stutters when you press your lips against his. it feels like you're his other half, the reason he loves to wake up in the morning. you're the other part of his soul, and it makes sense to call you just that. "soy tu alma?" you ask teasingly, cradling taehyun's face in your palms while he nods. "mi alma," he confirms, eyes bright with adoration.

ღ ángel

the things i would do for taehyun to call me his angel oh my god </3 i see myself falling into a sort of theme with the pet-names taehyun picks, but it just makes so much sense. taehyun who constantly comes home tired, vocal cords on the verge of being sore because of how many ad-libs he's recorded :( collapsing on top of you when you're laying on the bed, giving you his best smile when he's so close to passing out. "i missed you," he admits softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, weight suffocating you. "get off me before i die," you whine, pushing at his arms. "you'll die and become an angel," he hums, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. "mi ángel del cielo," he continues, proud of himself when he catches sight of your grin.

hueningkai

ღ chikibby

think chikibaby but kai makes it a point to pronounce it like the 'a' isn't there. kai who's just six feet full of adoration for you, cradling your face in his palms/squishing the absolutely fuck out of your cheeks and cooing. thinking of his pretty heart-shaped smile, the way he’d absolutely beam as he shakes you around and talks about how much he loves his chikibby. you cant even get mad at the fact that he’s kind of hurting you bc the way he says it makes his lips end up some kind of puckered up pout and it’s so cute </3 breaking his concentration by kissing his pout and making him trail off into shy giggles, stop I’m in love </3

ღ fiu fiu

"mi bebito fiu fiu" stop because that song would get on my nerves so much, but I feel like hueningkai would absolutely love saying "fiu fiu". and like, it's supposed to imitate a whistle, but hueningkai says it so fucking much that it ends up becoming your pet-name. "mi fiu fiu <3" "kai please stop saying that i'm begging you." but he doesn't listen. he also finds it adorable because he literally can't whistle, so whenever you ask him to sit put on your bed and tell you his opinion on some random outfit online, it's his default response. "what do you think about this one?" you ask, smile already creeping on hueningkai's face when he gives you a thumbs up. "fiu fiu!" it's almost like a pun, he loves it.

mini-not-so-mini translation section:

ღ mi reina/mi rey meaning my queen/my king

ღ amor meaning love

ღ "te amo, mi amor" meaning "i love you, my love"

ღ tesoro meaning treasure

ღ bebe meaning "baby" or "babe"

ღ "qué quieres comer, bebe?" meaning "what do you want to eat, babe?" and "te gusta?" meaning "you like it?"

ღ mami/papi meaning mommy/daddy but meaning more "my woman" or "my man" in this context

ღ "quiero sentirme bien" meaning "i want to feel good" and callate meaning shut up

ღ guapísimo/guapísima meaning very beautiful/very handsome

ღ mi alma meaning my soul

ღ ángel meaning my angel

ღ "mi ángel del cielo" meaning "my angel from heaven"

ღ chikibaby derived from the words "chiquita/chiquito" and "baby"

ღ fiu fiu as something meant to mimic the sound of a whistle, used as a term of endearment

[christinalvjyy]

arcade date with wilbur? at like a older classic one

That's so cute 😭😭 I love it! I'm a sucker for fluff fics.🛐

"You always know how to lighten the mood"♡

You and Wilbur have both been busy with work and whatnot that you haven't gotten any time for each other.

You get home from work one day,sighing as you lay down on the couch with a frown on your face. Wilbur was on his computer,working, but when he noticed you, he got up and sat next to you.

"You alright,baby?" He asked with a small frown as he gently took your hand in his.

"I'm fine..I'm fine. Work was just ass, and I'm so tired..." you whined as you sat back up to look at him.

"We haven't really got some time for ourselves,eh? I mean... when was the last time we went on a date? Or even had sex, for fucks sake?" When wilbur mentioned those, you were deep in thought,but couldn't seem to remember when the last time actually was.

"I-Im not sure... I guess it's been a while,hasn't it? Work has taken a huge toll on the both of us." You said as wilbur had a skeptical look on his face.

"How about this? Let's go on a date. You, me, and nothing else to worry about. Let's just- stop thinking about work and focus on us... our relationship. I can't help but think it's slowly falling apart. We need to fix it." You nodded at that and then asked.

"Where should we go? I mean... I dont want a bloody restaurant. It's so... boring. And don't say movies. I'm not in the mood to watch some shitty whale movie." You pointed that out. Wilbur laughed and lifted his hands in surrender.

"Hey! Hey! Fine... we won't.. this time." He smirked and then thought...

"How about we go to this amazing arcade? It's like... super vintage, and I love it so much. I used to go there as a kid. I think you'd love it!" You smiled at the thought and nodded.

"Of course! That sounds like fun!" And with that, you both went to the arcade.

When you both arrived there, it was like heaven. There were so many lights and games, it was kind of nausea-making. But that didn't stop you from having fun!

You and Wilbur played so many games,and you were having the time of your lives. You were now playing the basketball game, where you competed against wilbur.

"Hey, it's not fair! You play basketball, and you're taller. It's obviously unfair!" You joked as wilbur had beaten you again in that game.

"Oh,baby.. youre just fucking ass!" And with that, you playfully hit him on the shoulder.

You and Wilbur played games for 2 more hours at least,and he was determined to get you a plushy from the arcane game. You pointed out the hello kitty one, because you found it adorable.

Wilbur was sticking out his tongue in concentration as he lost again.

"This is fucking rigged!" He groaned as he gave up.

"Will, come on! Try once more... please?" There they were... those puppy eyes. He couldn't say no to those. He tried again and again to get you that damn plushie, but in the end, he finally got it.

"I got it! I got it! Oh-oh my god! Finally!" He was jumping around like a little kid while holding the plushy.

Before the date ends, you and wilbur went to the booth to give your tickets to see what gifts you got. The cashier gave you a yoyo, a gun, and a cute turtle hat.

"Wait! Before we go... can we go take some photos on the booth? It would be so cute!"

Wilbur nodded at that, and you entered the picture booth. You both smiled, kissed eachother and even made silly faces. When you got the results, you smiled and looked at wilbur.

"I love you. You have been the best thing that's happened to me." Wilbur melted at that and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too,baby. More than words can express."

You both got home after a tiring yet fun date at the arcade. Wilbur looked at you,and you looked at him. It was like you both had the same idea.

"So...shall we?" He smirked mischievously and then took your wrist.

"We shall..." you smiled. And then, the last thing you remember was wilbur dragging you into your shared bedroom.

[mothstvrnz]

Chris Sturniolo x GF!Reader

December 21st: Chris Sturnilio x Fem!Reader

“Oh my lord. . . It looks like Santa threw up in here.”

Note: No use of Y/N!

TW: Chris thinking there’s too many Christmas decorations

WC: 713

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You seriously can’t get enough of Christmas. It’s your favorite holiday of all time. Scratch that, winter is your favorite thing of all time. Okay, scratch that too; it’s your second favorite thing in the whole wide world. Your loving boyfriend has the crown of favorite thing in the world; Chris Sturnilio. He’s seriously the whole package. Sweet, he cooks for you, he’s cocky (who doesn’t love a guy who’s at least a little cocky?), communicates with you, and the cherry on top, he makes you so, so happy.

In fact, he’s coming over to your place today, a huge thanks to Matt for driving him since you aren't able to pick him up today. It's been bout’ ten minutes since he told you he's on the way, so he should be pulling up into the driveway anytime soon.

You're singing the infamous ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’ by Mariah Carey when you notice the Sturniolo car pull up into your driveway. You pause your music before skipping towards the door to wave goodbye to Matt, but there is no Matt. Only Chris.

Holy shit.

“Baby! Did you get your license?!”

You call excitedly from the doorway as Chris jogs from the car to your door. He's smiling like a little kid, and he has every right to be so happy. 

“Ahh! I'm so proud of you!”

You squeal as he picks you up and spins the pair of you around a soft chilly breeze biting at your bare feet. He kicks your door closed as your peppering kisses all over his face, his stubble tickling your lips. 

He sets you down before grabbing your face and kissing you deeply. Your lips easily mold together while you both simply stand there. 

“Wanna be lazy the rest of the day?”

Even if you already knowing the answer. 

“Duh. Who do you think I am?”

He asks with a scoff before slipping his shoes off and following you towards your bedroom, biting back little laughs from the way you're skipping down the hall. Your simply smiling to yourself as you walk into your bedroom. It’s decorated just  like the rest of your  house, which to some, may be extreme, but it’s your house and you love winter, why wouldn’t you decorate it?

However, Chris hasn't seen it yet.

“Oh my lord. . . It looks  like Santa threw up in here.”

He laughs as he walks into your carefully decorated room. The bedding is brand new, red sheats, a white comforter, and a new Christmas blanket he  had no idea you bought. At the head of your bed are two brand new red pillows with white detailing, and you may or may not have outlined the head of your bed in garland and lights. 

Okay, you absolutely did. In fact, your whole room has garland, it crosses your ceiling at three different parts, and it’s lined down the walls as well.You bought some fake poinsettias and put them in a white vase which are on your desk, perfectly lined up with your window. A brand new red chair sits in the corner of your room where your beanbag used to be and you have three wreaths set up across your wall. A new rug is laid across the floor and your curtains have gone from the black out ones Chris got you after you were complaining about being  woken up by the sun are now red. 

Everywhere you look there's sprinkles  of green, red, and white, there’s ornaments, poinsettias dotted here and there, and  there’s at least one wreath in each room.

“So what? When you move in, you’re gonna have to deal with it!”

You tease while sticking your tongue out at him. You notice he snaps a quick picture of your room. Rolling your eyes, you flop onto your bed and turn your TV on.

“So what're we watching?”

Chris asks as he lays next to you, throwing one of your pillows onto the floor. He places his arm around your shoulder as you put on a classic Christmas movie; Rudolph.

“Get cozy, cuz we ain't leavin’ your house all day.”

Chris says while pulling you closer into his side and letting his body relax into the comfort of your bed.

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A/N: 4 days till Christmas! What did y'all ask for?

[m323200]

Part 2 ~ First Sight

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When I'm getting my makeup ready, Seth comes barging in, "Are you fucking kidding me?". I asked, "What? I didn't fucking do anything.". He looks pissed, "Yeah you did. Jaden invited you to the party and I didn't want you to go, but he insist.". 

"Okay, and? I want to. Plus I'm bored.". He rolled his eyes at me. He made up his mind, "Fine. But you better to kiss any of them.". Who the fuck do he think I am? Millie? I'm not a slut.

Anyways my makeup is classic. Nothing that stands out.

Then for my lips, just lip gloss. As for my dress, casual.

Seth knocks on my door, "Hurry the fuck up!". I yelled at him, "Okay! Hold on!". I heard him honk. OH MY FUCKING GOD. He can't even be patient. I rushed outside wearing converse. He asked, "Why the fuck are you so dressed up?". "It's casual and not like those rich bitches from school.". 

He got annoyed, "Just don't fuck anyone.". "Are you fucking serious!", I yelled loudly. "Yeah I'm serious because the boys stared at you at lunch.". I stated, "Yeah but not Jaden.". "Well... Jaden's... He's different. Just please don't fuck anyone or bend down or do any stupid shit.", he stuttered, like a lot, but ima kill him. We yelled the entire 25 minutes. Well we yelled until we arrived... at the front door.

Jaden opened the door. "Hey Seth! Hi Cailee.", he hugged both of us. "Come in. We got beer, snacks, pizza. Just help yourself.". His house looks fuckin' nice. When I sat down on the couch, all the boys were staring at me. Creepy. Later, a girl came and grab me, "Hey, let's talk.". For a second, I felt like the boys were looking at me when I left.

"Saved you there. I'm Jayla, Jaden's older and amazing older sister.", she said. "Thanks and I'm Cailee. Seth's sister.". She asked me, "You're the same age as him, right?". It's complicated tbh. "Yeah. Parents decided they wanna have sex three weeks later. Then what are the odds you're pregnant... again.", maybe it's not that complicated.

"Okay. Well... fun story... I'm just glad I'm not the only girl here.", she was relieved. When she said that I was glad too. "You and me both.". She grabbed a box of pizza and two bottles beer. I followed her up to her room.

When we sat on her bed, she said, "Love your makeup.". I like her more than Jaden, "Thank you. At least someone appreciates it. Unlike Seth.". Jayla asked as Seth got mentioned, "So do you and Seth get along?". I immediately said no and that we argue 24/7. "Let's get away from this topic and just watch a movie.", she says. 

I suggested Frozen, she laughed out of nowhere. "What? What is it?". At this point, I'm bouta laugh because people laughing makes me laugh. "Nothing, but you'll see soon during Let it Go.", she stops laughing.

After four pizzas, four beers, and singing For the First Time in Forever and Love is an Open Door, it's at the let it go part. Jayla cranked the volume up at 40. Someone came in and started to sing. Very weird that it's a boy. Jayla yelled, "That's my brother, Javon! Obsessed with Frozen and Elsa!". He turned around and looked offended, "Hey! I'm not obsessed!...Okay only a bit obsessed...".

He jumped on the bed. The pizza almost fell off which got Jayla get mad. "Dude watch it.". Jayla got up with the pizza box and walked out the room. "So, what's your name baby.". No, no. I'm not gonna do this. "Don't call me baby again or I swear to god.". I barely know him and he starts calling me "baby". 

He got closer and wanting to know my name. "My name's Cailee. Now back off.", I moved away from him. He got closer, "My name's Javon, Jayla's younger brother and Jaden's twin brother.". 

"Damn. He got a twin? Genetics are wild. He's cute and you're... adorable?". He started to laugh. "You're right though. I am adorable.". Javon made that puppy face when boys beg for something or for some shit. It got quiet. I didn't know what to talk about.

Javon spoke, "Wait, your Seth's sister?". I nodded. Why is everyone shocked? "You look cooler than him.", his smile is adorable. Seth came in, "Please tell me you didn't fuck him!". My face turned red and I was embarrassed. Meanwhile, Javon was dying of laughter. Dude was red as well. Jayla was besides Seth, "Ew. Javon you're so immature.". 

Seth says, "Let's go. We're leaving now.". Me and Jayla gave each other our phone numbers and insta account.

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After I wiped my makeup off, i decided to put something cute on. It's fancy, but worth it. I took a pic and posted it on instagram.

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liked by wanna, archierenaux3, a24, and others.

@caileehaynes - dress up before bed 😊 

#beauty

Comments

@wanna 

cute 🥰 

@a24 - liked by author

Speechless

@waltonbff

cailee and Javon dating? Adorbs 🥰 

@jaylawaltonofficial - liked by author

omg white looks good on u ♥️

@user283

Gorgeous!

@randostar

Nothing to say except stunning

@onwardfan1

Are you and wanna dating?

@jadenbrasil

Javon and Cailee 👀

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[mncxbe]

bsd men and what they do for christmas

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: sfw/nsfw/ severe brainrot♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

can I just start by saying that this man has never celebrated Christmas properly so he's so excited to spend time with you

Dazai prefers to keep things simple: homemade dinner and then watching a movie

you're supposed to open the presents in the morning but he isn't patient enough. the moment he sees them under the tree you so kindly decorated a few days ago he has the biggest smile on his face

"come on bella you don't seriously want to wait until morning. how could you do this to me? you know how curious I am"

you end up opening the gifts that night. he's gonna loves whatever you get him really but his heart literally melts if you knit him a scarf or write him a letter. dazai's a sucker for self-made gifts

the only appropriate way to show his gratitude is to bend you over and fuck you nice and slow, your face mushed in the cushy pillows on your shared bed as he takes you from behind

"there you go pretty girl. my, my I'm starting to think this pretty pussy of yours is my favourite gift so far"

you can bet he wears a santa hat

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

he'd take you out to the most expensive restaurant in town for a proper meal

after that, if you find a rink that's open on Christmas eve he takes you ice skating (totally not an excuse for him to hold your hand)

once you get home you cuddle on the couch while watching a generic movie like Home Alone. it's always the classics I'm telling you

he has a fireplace!!! and insists on opening the gifts next to it

among other stuff, he gets you Christmas themed lingerie and makes you wear it in bed. cuz after all, you're the best gift he could ask for

forget about baking him sweets, the only dessert he wants is your pretty cunt. he's gonna eat you out for what seems like hours, making you cum on his tongue at least two or three times before he even thinks about fucking you

"shiit baby you look so pretty like this. you like it when I spoil you rotten don't ya? I bet you do- oh fuck yea cum f'me doll"

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

hubby's busy even on holidays

he probably has to attend some obnoxious event and ofc you go as his plus one

he's gonna spend all evening sulking and complaining about how idiotic the whole party is

by the time you two get home he's too exhaused to do anything but you may be able to bribe him to stay awake for an hour or two with some gingerbread

can I just say he'd probably get you the nicest gifts? i'm 100% sure he has a good salary so he can afford whatever you want. expensive jewelery or skincare? sure, no problem. a stack of books with those pretty decorative covers? fine again

he probably gets a bit tipsy on mulled wine so be prepared to hear a silly yet lengthy love confession before bed

falls asleep before midnight but he's gonna make up for it in the morning if you catch my drift

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

sweet baby's so anxious at first

he's never celebrated christmas before so he doesn't really know what to do. this whole idea is so new to him but he can't deny he loves spending time with you decorating the house

Sigma wants to try any tradition you may have; baking winter themed cookies, making crackers, watching a movie marathon

when it comes to gifts he doesn't really know what to get you so he ends up buying multiple things he thinks you'd like and he's so happy when you tell him you like them

cuddles cuddles cuddles all evening under a cushy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands

he'd look so cute wearing one of those reindeer headbands

if it's snowing, take him slow dancing in the snow or on a walk around town. he's gonna love the pretty christmas lights

[vega-creates-things]

Muse (Part 2)

ROTTMNT Leo x GN/Rabbit Yokai!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassment, Aged-up Turtles

Synopsis: You've been visiting Run Of The Mill Pizza maybe a little too often just to see the blue clad turtle of your affections and draw him. You're pretty sure he hasn't noticed you at all, bad news for you, he has and he is far too curious about why you watch him.

A/N: Here we go again! Part two baby!! Heck yeah. I like how this one turned out!!! This is a repost from my old side blog since I wanted to make a main blog for this stuff.

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Since the first encounter at Hueso's pizza joint, Leo had come to pester you dozens of times if you happened to be there together. Then there was the fact you had both exchanged phone numbers, and the way that had made your heart beat so fast that while you were heading home you thought you were having a heart attack...

All in all you had had a crazy two weeks of seeing him just about every other day. He was consistent and so were you- though, because of this, Hueso had begun to make small playful comments that you were attempting to run for most loyal customer against the Hamato's- something with which you knew you would never win.

Everything was going great though. You felt happier than you had in a long time and it showed. Even Leo had taken notice...

"So, you smile more now."

"What?" You cast your gaze over to your table guest and furrowed your brow.

Leo rolled his eyes, toying with one of his odachi as he continued to speak- god... you were almost worried he was going to cut himself on that thing if he wasn't careful. "So when I first noticed you watching me all the time you always looked so serious. I thought you just had a bad day, but then every time I noticed you, I realized that was the normal expression." He shrugged, sheathing the sword and settling back against his chair. "Lately, however, you've actually been smiling- a lot. Why might that be?" He inquired with a teasing lilt, giving you his classic bemused grin.

You could tell what he was implying, and that he solely meant it as a joke, so you simply knitted your fingers together, leaning over the table slightly and eyeing him. "Yeah, I think maybe my tragic disease of resting bitch face is finally clearing up." You offered, keeping a serious tone until he burst out laughing, and then you couldn't help but smile.

The slider leaned closer to you. "Awh, are you sure it isn't to do with my wonderful presence?" He cooed, batting his eyes at you in a playfully flirting manner. Leo slowly began to reach forward, being as slow as possible to not draw attention to his attempt at working your sketchbook from where it sat on the tabletop.

You didn't notice at first, not until he got a little too close to you and you got flustered, glancing down to avert your gaze and then tugging your book away, instantly narrowing your eyes and glancing up at him again after you settled the object underneath your legs where he couldn't get to it unless he was REALLY desperate.

Too close. Oh my god he was practically an inch from your face.

The moment he had realized that you had caught on he lightly slammed his hands on the table and then slumped into his chair, tipping it onto the back legs before bringing his legs up onto the table and crossing them. "Didn't think you'd catch on that fast."

You nodded and let out a quiet "mm-hmm" as you absently took careful and gentle hold of your right ear, bringing it down next to your face and just rubbing the soft fur. "Then you underestimate me, blue boy." You chuckled wryly, leaning to rest your head in your hands, watching him with intrigue.

Pouting ever so slightly, Leo watched you a moment longer, and then much to his chagrin, he had his legs knocked off of the table by Hueso who simply gave him a long look.

"Feet off the table pepino." His voice was relatively kind, as usual, but there was a mild exasperation to it.

Leo's face grew hot as he glanced up at the skeleton. "I- uh- sorry-" he offered a small and nervous chuckle, fidgeting with his hands and going a bit quiet.

Hueso shook his head and sighed, patting Leo on the head. "Just don't let me catch you doing it again." He offered, heading off to take care of some new customers.

Letting out a long, low whistle, you eye Leo up with quiet amusement. "I don't think I've seen you go quiet like this in all the time I've known you." You teased, lightly brushing your foot against his ankle in a soft nudging gesture.

He jumped slightly at the touch but almost immediately returned it. "Yeah, yeah. You've never seen me get quiet, I've never seen inside that book of yours. I think we're even-" instantly pausing to lightly tap his chin, Leo offered a thoughtful hum. "Actually, wait. We aren't. You've seen me be quiet now which means..." he trailed off, waiting for you to catch on.

"Nope. That's not how this works, Leo." You reached forward and patted him on the cheek before looking over to your right for a moment, thinking to yourself.

Honestly you felt so amazed and lucky with the fact that you two had grown so comfortable with each other already. It was nice... different than what you were used to. Granted, what you were used to was hours of trying to force yourself to get along with people who didn’t actually want anything to do with you. You had dealt with many fake friends, but with Leo it was different. Things came naturally between you both.

Seeming as if he had rad your thoughts- or something, Leo offered you a sympathetic look and took one of your hands. , smoothing his thumb over the soft fur.  "Did I lose you there for a second?" He inquired. You hadn't even noticed you were frowning until he had said that.

Blinking away the glazed look in your eyes, you quickly focused on him. "No, no. I'm here. I'm good. I just got stuck in some thoughts." You waved your hand at him in a silent way of saying "don't worry".

He instantly rose a brow and pulled his hands away, the warmth immediately being missed. "Riiiight. Well how about you show me what's in the book as a nice distraction?"

"Not a chance." You pursed your lips and shook your head, tapping your fingers on the hard wood tabletop.

"I'll see inside it some day."

That had you laughing. He was so insistent, and that seemed to be his favourite way of letting you know he still had hope for the answer to change.

Before either of you could say anything, his phone buzzing brought you out of the whole situation and he frowned instantly, quickly apologizing before taking his phone out and reading through the texts, quickly replying.

After that it only took few seconds for him to stand and offer you a slightly sad expression. "So..."

"You have to go?"

He nodded, not bothered that you had cut him off. "Yeah... my brother's said its important-"

"That's okay. We will see each other again." You said it like a promise and he couldn't help but smile in response, opening his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed again.

He checked it and then lolled his head back, a frustrated huff leaving him and then he was just gone, leaving you at the table alone... like always.

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[lucidreamsxx]

Obey Me! Bros and Dateables at a karaoke! HCS.

Diavolo had invited MC to the castle for tea and had started inquiring MC on human world customs and traditions (what they do for fun) and our brilliantly smart MC much to the dismay of Lucifer and Barbatos blurted out the word 'KARAOKE' which obviously set our dear red-headed himbo on the idea that they must have a karaoke night and thus inviting everyone in HoL and the residents of Purgatory Hall. *sighhh* let's see how this goes~

LUCIFER: Flat out refuses to touch the mic, only giving in when Dia orders him to let loose abit and sing, and oh boi when he does.... Would, and i mean WOULD, sing Fly Me to the Moon. I mean, that's prolly the only song this poor old dilf daddy knows since all he listens to are cursed records but, look closely in his room and you might notice a record or two by Mr.Sinatra~

Lucifer's voice is like honey dripping off a golden spoon, like a light rain in the mornin, like the sultry voice of someone who just woke up, and all more mused beautifully. I mean, they don't call him Morningstar for nothing ;)

MAMMON: Think Jason Derulo, and Bruno Mars . He'd sing songs that are very beachy and summerry and fun and let's not forget the ones with names like '24K Gold' or 'Finesse' or that one verse in 'Acapulco' that goes,

"Damn that body, dabbled in versace, did i win the lottery or am i gonna stay? Damn you got me, like bitcoin and like dolce, i'm rich with you beside me, cause you're not coin based~"

100% singing directed right at MC because hey, he's MC's first man, so he gets to sing to MC's face :) In all honesty tho, his voice is absolutely beautiful, falling second only to Lucifer.

LEVIATHAN: He's belting out songs like Hikaru Nara and Unravel, and the only other person who enjoys them other than himself is MC sorry dude

He has a good voice, but sorta ended up ruining it from all that screaming and shouting at games lmfaoo.

Not that everyone minds, it's just that if he gets ahold of the mic he will NOT let go, the sort of person who says "one more song please, just one more" and that goes on forever.

SATAN: Will pick up the mic and sing any songs Lucifer sings just to prove that he's better. If he were to choose one for himself he'd pick classic Disney songs.

Think of Satan singing 'Once Upon A Dream' in that deep sexy voice of his.

If not Disney then he'd purposely pick something like "Queen of the Night Aria" and sing it mesmerizingly....in Lucifer's face :)

There's a reason cat boi excells at seductive speechcraft, too bad it doesn't work on Lucy tho heheh~

ASMODEUS: Ariana Grande, Lizzo, Doja Cat NEED I SAY ANYTHING ELSE?!

HE'S BOSSIN, HE'S BUSSIN, HE'S POPPIN THAT ASS ON THE KARAOKE TABLE- ok aaanndd he just got pulled away by Mammon and Lucifer...

Anywayyy... Asmo is literally THE BEST PERSON to have with you at a karaoke, literally knows all the songs and genre's and everything. You wanna sing 'Traitor'? he's gotcha! Wanna try your hand at 'Woman'? He's cheering you all the wayyyyy~♡♡♡

BEELZEBUB: baby only there for da food 0w0

Tho he would try singing if the songs are about food loll,

The type to just sit and cheer quietly while munching on snacks the sweet little babyyyyy

BELPHEGOR: Literally like Beel, but is just there to sleep. How he does it? Oh, no one knows~

If he had to sing however he'd partner up with Barbs and go hard on some rock songs, preferably the screamer since that gives him an excuse to yell at Lucifer MUAHAHAHAHASCDGHFK

Yep, defo getting strung up by the toes once he gets back sksksksksk

DIAVOLO: Ah yes, the dear Demon Lord a.k.a. the redheaded himbo of DevilDom. Think songs like "Put Your Head on my Shoulder" or "Uptown Funk" yea, that's the kind of songs he sings.

Totally gives off the dad vibe. Misses quite a number of notes but he seems so happy doing it that no one wants to rain on his parade.

BARBATOS: Rock. Just pure Rock. Preferably HARD METAL but that would be unfitting of a Demon Lord's butler, hmmm, maybe he'd do that in private.

Chooses songs like "Highway to Hell" " Welcome to the Jungle" and "Zitti E Buoni" and goes harddd on it

Partners up with Belphie alot since both of them have similar tastes in music.

Would look totally sexy singing to rock, bonus points if whips out a band shirt to wear and starts head banging.

The others are totally cheerin him on, especially Dia yeeeeeeee~

SIMEON: Hyms and church choir songs, literally not even halfway through one but everyone's begging him to stop, not cause they're devotional songs but cause...

Poor daddy angel's completely tone deaf ×~×

He has no idea that he is that bad and everyone refuses to tell him either, playing it off as the hyms giving them burning sensations. (It did not)

Daddy angel is completely oblivious and just happy to be there UwU

SOLOMON: SINGS SONGS LIKE "I WANT IT THAT WAY" AND "BAD ROMANCE"

Also repetitively sings "Livin' La Vida Loca" cuz he absolutely loves the beat and no one stops him cuz its iconic,

Belts them out like there's no bloody tomorrow, congrats, wizard bastard man has succeeded in giving everyone a headache.

The thing is MC joins him along with Levi, these three know all the meme songs, ALL OF IT.

Solomon: uPsIde iNsIdE oUttT

MC: ShE's LiVin lA vIdA lOcAAaAa~

Levi: sHe'Ll pUsH aNd PulL yOu dOwN

Solomon, MC, and Levi: SHE'S LIVIN LA VIDA LOCAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

They're like belting meme songs the Crayon Song and the chicken song at full volume at the top of their lungs and only stopped when the demon who's in charge of the karaoke came to inquire about the noise pollution.

LUKE: what makes you think Simeon let him come lmaooo.

Baby was put to bed and made sure to be asleep (Solomon cast a lil spell) before the other two snuck out of Purgatory Hall.

[gennabi]

with(out) you

emma x non-male!reader (no prns) • 0.4k

romantic; angst (i tried)

[ something special for @okkatsudon 's collab event <somebody new> wooooo!!! thank you for organizing!! ><♡ the audacity to post on the last date lmao can u believe this.. hides under a rock , tw implied internal homophobia & manipulation (??) cant believe my first sapphic fic n im making it angst smh , cw cursing ]

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"baby! say cheese!!"

you silently watch as emma gently lifts her camera, the tall guy sitting opposite her freezes mid chewing, a sharp glare sent her way as he scowls. "i was eating!!" "but you looked cute!!", and you can sense her pouting despite her back facing you, earning yourself a light chuckle as you watch the couple playfully bicker. those two are something, for sure.

everyone has seen the heart eyes emma throws at draken every time they talk to each other. and how the tips of draken's ears are slightly red at the mere mention of the girl's name. it was inevitable, really. a pair of dense fuckers with the classic cliches of brother's best friend and the "what if it ruins the friendship" trope? you swear you've heard echoes of cheers somewhere when the two publicly went out together for the first time. you even saw it in front of your eyes when pah chin handed over twenty bucks to mikey who, unsprisingly proceeds to finish it all on taiyakis.

sano emma and ryuguji ken is a match made in heaven. what could possibly go wrong with the highschool's sweetheart and the most reliable delinquent?

"oh y/n! you're having a picnic here too?," draken motions his hand over to their spot when he notices your figure. you purse your lips. you know emma doesn't get to hang around with her boyfriend often. it would be a nuisance if you stay around, you conclude, so you politely excuse yourself with a smile. "yeah, i'm actually finished with my lunch." the vice president of tokyo manji gang simply nods while the yellow-greenish eyed girl turns to you to give an excited wave.

everything.

because sano emma hopes that it's enough to convince herself that she doesn't like you that way. not when the lips that she dreams of kissing curves upwards and it makes you so pretty her head spins. and not certainly when you intertwined your hands together in the morning earlier, gushing to her how well this date you've helped her with will go, about how cute of a pair she and draken is. if pushing down her feelings and toying around with a guy is what makes you happy, then so be it.

why is y/n there? for "i wanna see everythg" bff or bcs y/n is actually lowkey jealous?? ill leave the theories up to you, good night 😊

[theslaysisters]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝕴 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ | (Bully x Reader)

...

"Hey, excuse me, is Jimmy here by any chance?" 

I caught the short lanky boy's attention. Honestly, I think I scared the poor thing because he wouldn't stop staring at me with those big brown bug eyes.

"He told me to meet him here after school, he didn't specify where in this building, though." 

I feel so bad. This boy was probably so freaked out that a girl was in here.

"Woah, I- um- you're the new girl, (Y/N)? Right? I'm Pete. Pete Kowalski." Pete got all flustered, guess the girls here don't occasionally sneak in here. Can't say I blame them, smells like fresh asshole in here. 

I walked toward Pete. I stood across from where he was sitting. I noticed he was wearing a baby pink shirt.

"Cute shirt you got there."

He looked down at his shirt.

"Oh--um--thanks."

"No seriously. Love that shirt." I paused and smiled at him. "I love that color."

A smile on his face grew from ear to ear.

"Wow, really? I thought you were just making fun of me."

I stood there, surprised. How could anyone make fun of this sweet boy?

"Why would I make fun of you?" I said as I crossed my arms and tilted my head.

"It's just 'cause--nevermind."

I could tell there was a lot on Pete's mind. There were things he wanted to share with me, but just chose not to. The look on his face showed that he had been through a lot. There was a silence between us that felt painfully long, but in reality it was just a few seconds. I had to break this silence.

"Sooo, just out of curiosity, has it always been this crazy here?" 

I needed to know, maybe somehow I could convince my parents that Bullworth Academy is not for me so we could move back home! Sounds like a predictable plan, yes, but I'm still willing to do whatever it takes to go back home even if I'm in the works of tutoring a mysterious boy.

"Pretty much, that's Bullworth for ya. Home to all the psychos, sociopaths, masochists, and any other '-ists' that fit the criteria." 

That doesn't sound good at all. 

"Don't sweat it though, If it makes you feel better, over time I think you'll adjust fine here." 

There was no doubt about what Pete said was true. After what happened yesterday, my intuition was right so far about the school hiding something. Bullworth is absolutely crazy and a total madhouse! I was doomed if this was the case.

"I'm sorry if this is a personal question, but do you have friends here?"

I just had to know. I could see a little bit of myself in Pete, so if he had no friends, I had no hope for myself ever finding friends here.

His facial expression changed. He no longer had a smile on his face and his head tilted down, his elbows on his knees.

Oh, shit. I shouldn't have asked that.

"Oh--I'm sorry. You don't have to--"

"No, it's fine." He said, looking back up at me. "If I'm being completely honest--then no. Not really."

How could this be? Pete was so friendly. Anyone would be lucky to have him as a friend.

"Well--" 

Fuck it, I should just ask him to be friends.

Pete's eyes brightened.

"We could be friends." I continued.

[nnatsume]

Uh hi, it’s me- the anon who likes Kaoru, Tsukasa, Souma, Hokuto, Mao and Natsume. I was just wondering what you thought each of them would call their fem s/o (it’s for OC purposes) because I’m having so much trouble rn 🙃 also u can call me “🌹rose anon” too

a / n : rose anon!! such a cute nameee—hihi helloo!! it's been a long time since i've done a req like this, it almost feels nostalgic. for oc purposes, you say? I LOVE HEARING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS!! so if you want, please introduce meee ♪ i'd tell you something about mine in turn.. also, i usually put the cap at 5 but the paragraphs are fairly short so i'm making an exception <3

i also decided to change my theme because whew making those banners and organizing them is so tiring edit : hi i changed it back to banners (future sunny, 12.10.2021)

♡ — kaoru, tsukasa, souma, hokuto, mao and natsume nicknaming their fem!s/o

kaoru is the cheeselord. he likes the classics—darling, babe, buttercup, especially. he'll alternate between them to see which one you like the most, then settles for that.

he doesn't even use your name anymore. at one point he'll probably have to dig through his brain to remember that oh, you're not darling or babe or buttercup. he can't call you nicknames in public, you know?

tsukasa has a personal favourite—and unsurprisingly, it's queen. he's the king now, you're his queen. they call their fans princesses, he can't just call you princess too. so you're his queen.

it probably flusters him more than you. he'll get embarrassed for the first few weeks everytime. he can't even say it without stumbling over it. his attempts at staying composed should be applauded.

souma likes your name the most. calling you by your first name feels incredibly intimate and personal. he isn't particularly fond of any nicknames, other than some abbreviations.

you'll have to tell him a million times that it's okay to address you by your first name. he's used to calling everyone by their last names. it makes his own heart beat a little faster when he gets to call you by your first name.

hokuto also likes just calling you by your name or your title, but for different reasons. it's because he can't think of anything that would do you justice—though, he may adopt the nickname star, since you make the night brighter for him.

he can also go with whatever you tell him to name you. he's flexible in that regard. hokuto will call you the absurdest names with a straight face. it's what you like, isn't it?

mao has the cutest abbreviations in the bag. along with those, he'll also go with more casual nicknames for you—see, honey, baby, whatever you'd like, something that is easy on the tongue.

he'll get a little flustered the first few times, but immediately goes to shamelessly call you by those nicknames out in public. you really have to scold him a little, he's endangering his career.

natsume has a ton of nicknames for you. weather you feel insulted or flattered is up to you, though. two you can count on are little kitten and bunnyrabbit. bunnyrabbit is exclusive to you—sometimes he says it's because you're dumb, sometimes he says it's because you're adorable.

you'd think he doesn't even know your name because he calls you that from the start. he does though, but waits for the right opportunity to use it.