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[purestofeuthymias]

a symbol of gratitude.

The soft rustling of the crunch autumn leaves was consoling to the brunette as he walked down the streets of Yokohama, humming another tune from one of the songs on his playlist. The park was pleasantly tranquil today. Surprisingly, so was Osamu’s state of mind and body, a rare treat to the eyes. 

As the tall man walked down the streets, his eyes caught a glimpse of a bouquet kept neatly behind a glass window, it was one containing red carnations. Osamu stood still in his original spot, analyzing and judging the flowers, how each petal was delicate and frilly. The florist came out of the shop and smiled at him gently.

“They’re pink carnations, a symbol of gratitude and affection. Most people go for red roses, but pink carnations are a true delicacy, in my opinion at least.” 

A symbol of gratitude… it reminded him of [ name ]. His  [ name ].  The one who held him close to their chest on nights he felt emptier than the bottles of alcohol he consumed, the one who whispered coos into his ear when he needed them, the one who was always truthful and never manipulated him or used him like everyone else. The one who sat at the other end of the door, waiting for him to eat at least one thing or as they would say, they “wouldn’t leave”. The one pure human that viewed him like an actual human being, all he felt was gratitude and unending love for them. An emotion he never felt before.

The lady chuckled softly before Osamu responded to her with a delicate smile of his own.

“A delicacy indeed, how much would it be for this bouquet?”

And soon, the brunette walked out with a happy-go-lucky look on his porcelain face. He continued to hum appreciatively before stopping a distance away from a figure. A figure he knew so well. The sweet voice that emitted deep from their throat, the threads of hair that never failed to dig an urge to brush his slender fingers through them, and of course, their captivating smile. 

They turned to look at him, an enchanting smile playing on their lush lips at the sight of the brunette. Osamu could feel his heart skip a beat, his words choke up in his throat, all ever so pleasantly. 

In the background, the sun can be setting, painting the entire landscape in a bright sea of hues of pink, purple, red, and orange. The entire sight is seemingly surreal, a scene out of a dream or a cheesy romance film. But, Osamu didn’t mind that fact, he was too captivated by their resplendent smile and frame.

And, he smiled back at them.

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[illubean]

CeramicArtist!Nanami who after retiring as a sorcerer branches out to discover different hobbies

CeramicArtist!Nanami who initially picked up baking and cooking, but felt he needed an outlet that was more creative

CeramicArtist!Nanami who see's an ad for a couple's pottery class, suggesting the two of you try it out

CeramicArtist!Nanami who ended up being a natural; he picked up all the techniques fairly quickly and his first few pieces seemed to be flawless (unlike your lopsided bowl...)

CeramicArtist!Nanami who decides to continue his craft even after the two of you stop attending the couple's class, investing in all of the needed materials and even going as far as to find a store that sells locally sourced clay

CeramicArtist!Nanami who in his downtime turned your garage/shed into his workshop, the walls lined with all sorts of tools and different glazes

CeramicArtist!Nanami who crafts so often that at this point, all of the dishware in your house might as well be replaced by his creations

CeramicArtist!Nanami who spent weeks perfecting a mug he would gift you after seeing how upset you were when you accidentally knocked your favorite mug off the shelf

CeramicArtist!Nanami who walks into the house one day with his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, clad in a muddied apron as he hands you his creation

CeramicArtist!Nanami who carved the both of your initials with a little heart next to them on the bottom of the mug (you nearly cried tears of joy after receiving something so thoughtful)

CeramicArtist!Nanami who, even though he didn't like the life of a sorcerer, missed teaching and decided to open up his own youth ceramics class

CeramicArtist!Nanami who is loved by all of his students, parents and local artists. Not only is his work amazing and inspiring, but he was a phenomenal teacher

CeramicArtist!Nanami who never thought he'd find his passion so late in life, but is the happiest he's ever been as he continues to create his art with you supporting him every step of the way <3

[ifwdominicfike]

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[zu-is-here]

erased from history

In this story, Ancient Egypt is not at its best: a prolonged drought has led to crop failure and famine, weak power has led to robberies and looting. The people blame yet fear the sick pharaoh who finds a solace in the pardoned soldier... 𓁈𓀎

[koipudding]

jing yuan, who loves when you’re wearing his clothes, and you return them to him. it’s so domestic and simple but he craves it. (gn reader, not a serious drabble.) reader is characterized as smaller than jy, interpret as you wish.

wc: 470

The clothes smell like you, of course. The laundry detergent you bought, your shampoo and the little scent beads you like to put in the washing machine. He doesn’t mind the musk that lingers on his old shirts after you clean the whole house, no of course not. Jing Yuan adores smelling your musk, lotion and conditioner melding together and melting into his shirt.

You go out to buy new scent beads every other month, a tiny little jar of them. Jing Yuan swears to anyone who listens that you’re doing this on purpose. Mixing your shampoo and lotion to match with the scent beads, changing the fabric softener to mess with his head (and laundry). He laments this to Fu Xuan, Qingzu, and Yanqing, who all beg you to stick to one routine before the General loses his sanity (of course, everyone groans and ignores him. they’ve had enough of his marital escapades, and they just tell him to marry you again if he’s this smitten. Thus, after a decade of marriage, Jing Yuan has rewritten his vows.) He likes these little variances in his routine, the little harmless surprise that keeps him on his toes.

(He swears it's just because you picked it out. You know it's because it reminds him that there's finally a home for him to return to.)

"I'm back, do you know what the others said during the meeting, they were planning on handing off more paperwork, but I insisted mimi and you would--" He stops in his tracks. This must be unfair. Divine Punishment? Did he anger Lan? his ancestors?

Jing Yuan sees you wearing nothing but some socks, his shorts and t-shirt (both of which hang off of your smaller frame). He runs over, pace quickening.

You yelp quietly, backing away before he pounces onto you, bearing all of his weight onto you. He can't help it, you're so cute wearing his outfit, doing laundry and making dinner.

“You smell so good.” he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the sun on your skin, lotion he bought for you, and the conditioner you've taken from his stash.

“And you smell icky.” You push him off gently, but his arms only tighten. He just got back from work, and he reeks of sweat. But you can’t ignore how your heart races whenever he gets up to these antics, and you can’t help but indulge in his whims. 

This is a regular habit. He barely removes his armor before running to you, and clings to you like a sullen child, asking about dinner and how his darling and mimi have been. You can only sigh and pat his head while he recharges in your lap (or, in Yanqing’s words: naps.) 

"thank you, for everything," He whispers into your ear, "You're doing great, sweetheart."

a/n: I was talking to a coworker abt how the only thing that brings me joy now is a 2d man (jy) and buying new scent beads/laundry scent boosters or sample perfume. then I had this idea. also that ending bit :,) sending good vibes to all with my first fic of the new yr!

[theangelicimp]

hi!!!! any vi x reader nsfw headcanons? as if like, how she'd be in bed :3

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Summary: just some nsfw headcanons 😈

Word Count: about 175

Pairing: Vi x Black!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: It's sex y'all. No minors allowed

Let’s start: Vi may not seem like it but she prefers gentle sex

She’s had enough roughness in her life, cradle her head while she eats you out please

Shaved, unshaved she doesn’t care, either way, she’s IN there

Lots of foreplay - she really wants to savor the moment

PEG THIS WOMAN

MAKE HER WHIMPER

Y’all see her biceps? You can’t tell me she doesn’t do wall sex

Imagine being in the bathtub - she just got done with a long workout session

You made her a nice hot bath, she get in, you give her a massage

You start at her shoulders, then work your way down to her breasts

She tries to stifle a moan, but once you start on her nipples, its all over

Please please please pamper her

Vi’s not a pillow princess, but she’s not used to aftercare, and we all know she needs it

Most importantly: show her you love it

Be loud, tease her, run your finger down her back

Show her she is wanted and loved

A/N: Just a little something for those of you who want some spice today~ I've got two more requests I'm working on, plus a super-secret project I've been working on for a while 🤫 Stay tuned for more!

[arminzblackbimbo]

yes or yes

blackbimbo!reader x country boy aoi todou

tw: mdni, inexperienced reader, very spoiled reader, sloppy kissing, virgin reader, messy oral (fem. r), missonarry, mentions of blood, nipple play, choking mention, reader calls todo "to' ", communication kink ??, babycakes as endearment, and lots of pouting !!

you're a spoiled thing

always been spoiled and always got your way with whatever you wanted. prancing around in pink with your pretty bows. never lifting a finger ever. causing your parents to hire nice farm boys to do all the heavy lifting on your family's farm.

all the boys in town wanted to get in those little skirts you wore, always flirting with you and peeking under your skirts when you bend over. playing with your feelings. your parents always having to save you from their evil intent

you never knew when they were flirting with you, you just assumed they were being nice to you. always helping you, always getting close to you until your snatched from their grasp by your loved ones.

todo watched you walk out your house all done up while he was throwing hay as far as he can, arms bulging with muscles as he observed you say your greetings to the animals in their pens.

a mini skirt and a short top that just cover you push up bra and shoulders leaving your bare stomach out. of course leaving plenty cleavage. smiling at your pets (the farm animals). they are damn there like your pets every last one of them. finding ways sometimes to sneak them in the house for comfort.

you are stunning in the sun light as you travel to the chickens that you've given each their own names. patting their little heads and feeding them out the palm of your hand.

kissing the ducks and goats on their head leaving a little bit off your lipliner on their fur and feathers. he gets so entranced by the way you're so kind to things that would end up on his dinner plate. it makes him see your sincere ways

of course you have on you pretty pink heels some how missing all the manure and mud that lays on the ground. the hard working boys are moving fast to pick up the mess so your pretty feet don't get dirty.

it doesn't matter how fast they move because at the end of each day your telling your daddy about all the mud that got on your shoes and orders one of the farm boys to get to cleaning

"hii todo" your smiling hard waving your hand excitedly as you say your daily greetings. chest bouncing while you wave. so friendly and clueless at the eyes that wander while you do something so innocent

he missses you saying hi to everyone else he's just too concentrated on waving back and saying his daily "hi miss (୨୧)"

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sneaking into your room slowly not to alert everyone sleep in the farmhouse. all the employees having their own rooms in the back of the house, he has to travel through the large flat home to the east wing.

praying your daddy doesn't wake up and snatch him out his skin, on the west side. being extra quiet shutting the door behind him. he just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss before you go to bed, which you have grown to love.

“omgg todo i’ve missed youuu !!!!” you jump up and down on your knees. his white beater and sweatpants looks so good on his wide body. seeing his thick length swinging free in his sweats as he tells you to shush.

“babycakes hush up !!” he holds his finger up to his lips giving you a nervous look. on you knees looking so cute on your pretty pink sheets. wearing a nightgown that cups your breast and flows at your hips. making him eye you up and down.

"i'm sorry to' im just so excited" you launch up out of your bed standing on the sheets on your painted white toes. you walk towards him. jumping on him and putting your legs tightly around him. he has to hold your butt to keep you up on burly body.

"i missed you too" his chest rumbles as he says it. the tone low and gravely. maybe it's the way your legs are wide open around his body but for some reason you feel thumps in your underwear. it's thumping so hard against him. you hope he doesn't feel it.

your whine now grabbing his neck it almost sound like crying. "you ok babycakes ?" he reaches underneath your flowy night gown to rub his heavy hand on your back. your lip is poked out , you stick your face into his neck, gripping his waist tightly.

him rubbing your back is making the rhythm in your panties jump with your heartbeat. and his one hand on your butt occasionally gripping the flesh there, hand making contact with your underwear covered backside.

you whine almost wanting to jump out of his hands from the pleasure your feeling all of sudden. usually your kisses were innocent just wanting to have his lips on yours, never feeling like how you do now. y'all first couple of kisses being messy and unorganized. you've just now got the hang of his lips on yours.

you start to squirm in his hands making him have to grip you tighter. "i just want my kisses todo" your muffled in his neck.

he pats your butt lightly making you whine "what do you say baby ?"

he's gripping your flesh tighter "please to' " while your hands are tight around his neck.

you lift you head up to look at him lips trembling cause your not getting your way. your so spoiled. he goes to peck you trembling lips. "it's ok baby, ill give you all the kisses" he pecks you lips harder kissing your lips a little feverish. gripping your tightly. you try and move your lips faster against his but you just can't keep up he's moving to fast.

your lips slow him down he wants his pretty girl to kiss him slow. so slow that you start to feel fuzzy in your skin. feel like your getting too hot for your clothes. even the a.c. in your room is not helping. you pull away and breath against his pillow like lips. you know what needs to be done to relieve your body of this temptation.

"todo i want you to touch me " his eyes widen as you look into them.

"w-w- what do you mean, i'm touching you right now babycakes" he looks so cute stammering and his cheeks heating up.

"no, i want you to touch me right 'ere" your hand goes to touch the front of your panties while you hand lingers there you make contact with his bulge. he hisses a little not use to the feeling. he shudders, his body shaking. soft ohs leaving his lips at the realization of what you want him to do.

he sits you both down in the bed. needing to control his emotions. you still in his arms now sitting in his lap. "you sure babycakes ?" your eyebrows furrow up at his question. yes your sure. you want him to touch you badly. so badly why his he not doing what you want him to do ? you just told him what to do.

do all boys do this? "if you don't touch me, i'm gonna get somebody else too" you pout at him. your upset at him at such caution he is taking. you need him to have urgency this is an important issue you have. you just can't quite put you finger on it but it feels drastic in between your thighs.

looking at you being pouty and a brat he sucks his teeth at you. your something else knowing those boys down the hall are just waiting for one syllables of your approval to jump on you. the hand gripping the flesh of your butt goes give you a rough love tap on the fat there "ah cut it out, baby your so spoiled"

your whining at the hit. crossing your arms in front of your chest. he puts both hands on each check of your butt. rotating his palms in circles. "i want to touch you, but i want you to be sure because you can never take back what i'm about to do to you, do you understand ?"

you gulp lowly. you really want him. nodding your head. liking the way your tingling in his hands is making your breath shorten and stagger. "come on, baby you gotta say it" he moves to your ear and whispered into it.

your eyes watering at the need that you are feeling "yes please touch me todo" you grip on his hard arm muscles getting excited. tears welling in your eyes even more. feeling him give your earlobe a soft lick at your pleases. makes you almost shake in his hold.

he likes how you react to his movements. going to suck on the skin of your ear. he continues his sucking on your soft skin and moves down to where your ear and neck meet. your legs feel so jelly like, you can barely move them it's like static.

"ok baby, i'll give you whatever you want " he had so much love in his eyes. he lies you on your back in your pink sheets. loving how you wrapping around him tighter like a koala. and tongue licking up your neck looking for a good spot for him to start sucking on the skin. lips smacking against your jaw line when he pulls away from the hard suckling of his lips.

his lips going back to make another bruise on your throat. his heavy body on top of you makes the pleasure your feeling even more intense. slight whimpers of the contact starting to make you dizzy. you can feel something so big on your panties. it's making friction with you as todo moves on top of you.

the feeling of his burly body between your legs was enough to make you moan. on top of him sucking on your neck making you feel you buzz in your skin. he is just as excited as you were. he almost impatient but he wants this to be perfect for your first time.

going to take your nightgown off he feels you become tense. "it's ok, it's only me" he consoles you pulling the cloth up slowly while you shake your head ok. your nervous for him to see everything. as your clothing flies over your head. he looks at you with admiration. he sees your blemish free skin and your supple breast that sit on your chest.

you moisturized after your bath, your skin glistening in the soft light of your room. the air conditioning making your skin prickle and the peaks on your chest harden. he is breathless as he looks at you "you're so beautiful" he cups your breast in his hands. hands squeezing with pressure making you whine a lilttle.

he goes to give you a light kiss on the peak of skin there sticking his tongue out a little to get just a small taste of you, he can't resist himself. getting a taste of the shine on your skin you taste so good. kissing each nipple just once. he groans while he kisses the flesh. hands gripping your supple skin, your so soft.

opposite from his hands that are rough with farm work. he lets your breast go. he wants to hold them longer but he'll be stuck if he does. stuck looking at your beauty.

he slips his hands down your stomach hands tight on your abdomen liking how it curves out for your hip. he looks at your pretty panties that have a little bow on the front. "so cute" he smiles at the undergarments. you can feel your cheeks get hot at him staring at you so fondly.

he works the cute underwear off of your hips, wasting no time in seeing your whole body. and of course what lies under the drenched cloth is something he doesn't want to take his eyes off of. it's so pretty and plump. he has to get on his chest on the bed and get a closer look.

the brown swirls of skin and you little hole that pushes out more and more of your juices. everything he has dreamed of. it makes him so hard in his pants he has to breathe slowly. "she's so pretty" it's makes you blush that he can be so soft about things like this. his breath touching the liquid down below.

his fingers itch to touch you and he can't help himself when he brings your juices to your clit. he circles your slimy skin under his fingertips. you almost jump out of the bed at the feeling, you feel your skin become on fire his touches so tenderly where your most sensitive. just small circles feeling you pulse under his fingertips as he continues to warm you up. your soft sounds make him want a taste of you.

pulling his fingers back to see your stickiness try and keep him in place but his mouth is greedy. wants a taste, needs to taste you so bad it makes him needy. putting your legs over his shoulders. he has closer look at you. his mouth is watering as he makes one broad lick to your folds.

his licking you softly tasting where your most fertile. loving how to twitch and whine. you moan so softly he wouldn't hear you if he wasn't listening. hearing your breath quicken while he licks you up so sensual. quickening his tounge causes you to hear your wettness connect with his spit.

his lips go to suck tenderly on your clit. his strong arms locked around your back he can feel you arch in his hold. your back coming off the bed as you start to cry out louder. the suction of his lips doesn't stop the movement of his tongue. making you try and get away from the pleasure.

"ahh to' " he looks up at you head thrown back, with your pretty lips open for your moans to come out. your gaining volume "baby cakes you gotta be quiet" he speaks against you.

your cheeks heat up at his words "i'm sorry" your embarrassed by your loudness as you cover you face with you hands. you feel him sigh against you

"it's ok baby just don't be so loud" he kisses your sticky skin and goes back to slurping you juices in his mouth. loving the taste of you his tongue lapping at you. your so wet it dripping out of you so much he had to work fast to swallow it all up.

he just started but you feel your toes start to buzz flexing over his shoulders. you start to move your hips around, his hands having to keep you steady as he feast on you. it feels so good you have to bite on your lip to contain your sounds.

"ugh todo" the pleasure makes it hard for dialogue. for you to even think. you just can think about its making you feel like your ears are popping. your hands making way into his hair that is in a bun.

your grip the hair in effort to make him at least slow the carress of his tongue. hands shaking on his head. his own hands come to your legs to pull them back just a little more so he can push his face in more. it feels more intense like he has more access.

you have to put you hand over your mouth as you feel your moans in your throat threaten to come out. while todo eats away at you sloppily, making slurping sounds bounce off the of the walls of your room.

your calfs starts to flex and you begin to feel a shaking sensation in your legs. it's a sweet pleasure that moves through you, right into your stomach and you moan loudly in your hand. it's hard to breathe with one of your air supplies cut off.

loud moans behind you hand and he just can't get enough of you it makes his eyes roll back when you juices squirt in his mouth and your legs shake in his hands. so cute for him. he so happy that his fantasies get to come true.

he slurp you up one last time and give you one last special kiss that makes you jump on the bed as he pulls himself up to look at you. you spread out for him and breathing hard your hand over your face collecting yourself.

he come close to your face and kisses your hand away and looks you in your tired eyes "you still want me babycakes ?" you shake your head fast still catching your breath. grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together "what do you say ?"

your lips smushed together by his fingers "yes, todo please" he pecks your puckered lips and start to work his way out his clothes. taking the white beater off to show his big chest and his hard stomach. he moves slow taking off his sweatpants not wearing nothing underneath, your automatically met with his long length.

it's so pretty and it's so big. his brown skin coats everything, tanned so perfectly. he lets you stare at him just as he admired you. letting your eyes wander all over him. "can i call you pretty too ?" you ask innocently.

he laughs a little it makes his body shake lightly with it. even the thickness between his thighs. you eyes never leaving it even as he answers. "of course you can baby" your so cute to him. as you cheeks get hot at his answer and you shy away

he position his arms in the crook of your knees. spreading them wide, keeping them suspended there with his rod of arms so you are open for him to see.

"i'm not flexible todo, that hurts" the sudden stretch in your muscles makes you pout. your bottom lip shaking while you feel your hips stretch with your legs. never being in this position before makes it hard for you

"all ya' do is whine all day just be quiet real quick baby" he moved one palm off the bed and goes to grab the column of your throat just to hold you secure to shut you up. not to hurt you he could never hurt his baby. but he can only take so much whining.

"why are you being mean to me ?" you lip is wobbling at him. he looks at your eyes beginning to water.

"not mean baby, just want you spread for me is that ok ?" pecking you lips to stop your eyes from the tears.

"it's ok" you whispers softly against his lips. suddenly feeling that thumping from the beginning of the night come back worst, its like your on fire. you initiate the first kisses that starts his grinding against your sloppy entrance him rubbing against you skin to skin makes you hum into him

you leaking a lot, plenty of juices to coat him entirely. he pulls away breathlessly and rest his forehead against you. he's almost just as needy as you are. he sits himself up and looks down at the mess you've made in such little time.

spread your juices all over him. while you just watch him in amazement. he's ready to have you. he positions his arms back where they were. spreading you just a little wider for him. he can see you pulsing waiting for him. 

pressing one last kiss to your lips he pressing into you slowly, you can hear a pop as he slips inside finally. the tip of him entering your wetness. you try and relax but his width making you tense up. as you whine at the intrusion.

"it's ok, it's ok " he pecks your face with little kisses to calm you down. your chest heaves as you breathe hard to relax your being teared into. even with just the tip he is spreading you wide. you can feel your breathe escape you.

you try and breath when you feel him slowly add more of his length into you but you can barely keep up. holding onto his arms as you whine from the way he trynna work more in. while you breath in and out slowly. todo making kisses across your face relaxing you in the process.

grabbing him by the neck you push your face into his neck his body weight on top of you causes you to be stretched out more. your legs twitching beside his arms. "mmh todo it hurts" you face smushes into his skin.

"you ok ?" he sucks on your neck the suckling making you pull your head back. your skin is humming at the pressure in your pelvis. he can feel you nod your head into his skin. "come on babycakes use your words" you huff out in annoyance.

"yes todo, please" you whine into his strong neck liking how when he moves his arms you legs stretch out even more. he careful pushing more into you, your walls clenching tight around him. he's happy you can't see his eyes roll back in his head. breathing hard into your soft skin.

so wet for him. it's leaking under you making the bed wet. he has to moan softly he feels bad knowing your in pain while he is in pleasure. his tip leaking more precum into your walls.

he's almost flush with you with one more thrust in. you can feel the pressure move deeper inside you as you stretch to accept him. with one final push of his hips he pops inside. hips touching yours all the way. you feel him poke something that has you body shaking. eyes seeing the back of your head as you moan into todo neck gripping him with both arms.

you moan right in his ear making his sensors go off. "you feel ok babycakes ?" you whine at his question shaking your head into his skin

"that felt good to' " his arms flex at the new realization. he pulls his face up to look at you.

"you like be fulled up don't you doll" he looks at you eyes while you pout. your embrassed at him looking at you so vulnerable

he pulls his hips all the way back looking down at the slight tint of red in the cream that leaks out of you. leaving just the tip in for you to suction on. rolls his hips slow making sure to be flush with you once again and now he can see you convulse with thrill and your head thrown back. legs quierving within his arms.

"mmm it feels so good todo" you now see the pleasure that all your friends talk about the things you read about. you feel him in your stomach making your moans gain volume, your swollen lips open to let the noise out. you can hear your wetness moving with todo movements too causing your room to grow with sound. he goes to shut you with lips allowing you to moan in his mouth

his strokes are long and detailed, your back almost coming off the bed as you arch up from him hitting a spot deep inside of you. his tongue circling with yours in your mouth. the moans muffled in by both of you

his hips moving but so slow hitting the spots so deep in you that you want him to hit them with more urgency. you pull you and todo lips apart "harder to' " whining out against his lips. his hands gripping into the sheets. he still moves at almost a snail pace and moving his hips to have a long stoke enter you.

he looks at you in the eyes seeing you tense your eyebrows at his slow pace. his arms spread you out more allows him to go almost deeper than before making you eyes flutter. "mmm go harder todo" he is not listening still pistioning his hip slowly make you stretch around him so slow. your walls are tender as the stretch around him accepting his big length as he reaches even further each thrust.

he moves his hand to grab at your neck. adding a small amount of pressure as you pulse around him. "stop wit all that whining, that's not how you ask baby" his hand squeezing a little tighter. your breath being caught in your throat. todo always teaching you to use your manners even in an intimate moment like this.

tears almost sprouting in your inner corner "please, todo go harder" you look so pretty with tears in your eyes, spread open for him to see all your cream that coats you and him, making obscene noise.

hand on your throat as you bottom lip shakes. "as you wish, baby" he moves to suck on your lip that is wobbling liking how you suck on his top lip too.

he takes his hand from your neck to press on your stomach while moving closer to where you're most sensitive. his big palm pressing adding pressure on top of pressure of him inside of you. his fingertips choose to rub your sensitive flesh in slimy circles. your clit thumping under his fingers. your hips jump up at the feeling . your juices gushing even more.

pulling out of you all the way seeing your hole push out even more cream your hole looks so pretty as it pulses for him. still moving your sticky flesh in circles. your skin buzzing almost hearing the buzz in your ears.

he positions his tip again as he slowly pushes in and it feels like the first time all over again he's so big stretching you so wide. only the tip in and with so much wettness he is able to snap his hips into you. the rough treatment making your body move with thrust, it almost hurt but at the same time it feels so good.

your shaking like a leaf, feeling so good you can't help and moan out loud. " babycakes what's wrong ?" you face pouting deep as he thrust harder again making you cry out. "ain't this what you wanted ?" he starting a harsh pace of thrust that makes your legs tremble and with him rubbing on you it's making you start to clench around him tighter then you already are.

todo groans as the his strong strokes almost becomes to much for even him. as he starts clenching his jaw to control himself not wanting to be too rough with you. "ahhhh todo i-i think i-i-i'm -" your mouth can even keep up with brain as it thumps in your head from todo as he surrounds you his burly body keeping you suffocated by him.

your eyes rolling all the way back as you shake violently as liquid goes in a stream in between your bodies. his rubbing causing it to spray instead of stay in a steady stream of juices. "there you go babycakes, don't you feel better you were all pent up" he sweet talks you watching you relax into your pleasure

but he doesn't stop his movement making your limbs shake stronger and you continue to spray out your wettness on to his stomach. "ahhh to' please i can't take it" your french tip toes flex so hard your tensed up. he moves his hand away from your swolleness to hold you neck once more to kiss your pretty lips.

his tongue moving fast he hasn't taught you about all of this, the way his tongue is trying to suck on yours letting spit gather in both of your mouths. you feel him start to move around moving his arms to circle at your waist but he brings your legs into the tight embrace.the crook of you knees in the crook of his arms keep your legs secure as wraps his arms around your waist.

"oww todo that hu-" he doesn't even let you finish up he just goes right back to kiss on you. kissing messy as you try to kiss him at the same speed but he is moving faster than you. keeping you distracted he start thrusting hard and with your knees to your stomach like this it feels even deeper it feels like it's touching the back of your walls making you lurch in his hold.

he hips so strong that his stride is not ruined by your hips moving trying to get away from him. the pleasure makes black dots appear in your vision. your shaking hand having to come to his flexing stomach to try and slow him down but really he is to distracted by how wet you are to even see your little hand try and push him away.

his lips now breathe hard on you. you can finally hear his moans. they are deep in his chest but some are high pitched you never heard him make any of these noises. the way his hips almost move faster from his hard pace making you see stars.

"ugh todo gimmie it i-i-i can take it" it's almost like he can't snap out of it. the trance you have him in maybe it's soul connecting with yours from the intamicy your bodies share. your babbling against his lips it's almost like nosense hiccuping random words together.

your legs involuntary jerking in his hold. his grunts get louder. it's almost like he embrassed trying to kiss you to quiet himself but it just bounces off the sounds your making. he has to resort to other things moving his head down to your chest to suck on the peak of your breast. twirling his tongue his moans muffled by your chest. this different sensation on top of the way he is abusing where your the most plump.

you body feels like pins are shooting through everywhere and you can't even prepare yourself for the stream of juices that leave you making you silently scream out. you clench up so tight he has no choice but to release into you. the warm liquid is such a unique feeling. it makes your plush walls even tighter around him pulsing hard.

he happy he choose to suck on your soft skin because he is sure he would have made plenty of noise for everyone to hear. he still sucks when he comes down from his high of euphoria he had stilled his hips fully contected to you while he grinds into you tip tapping at back of your walls

the swollenness of your walls gripping him tight while he grinds. you body shaking and your eyeballs in the back of your head. your gripping on his shoulders. suckling never stopping making you tingle.

you can feel the air from his nose hitting you skin as he overstimulates himself while grinding. static is what your skin feels like when he stills himself with deep groans. he comes up for air to check on you. you look so worn out and tired but your usual pout is a small smile. content on how you body is feeling

he just laughs at you while you eyes start to close from exhaustion. he lets you rest while trying to pull out but you don't allow it, putting your hands at his waist to keep him in you. when your legs are set free from his grasp you pull them around his waist tight keeping him extremely flush with you

moaning in overstimulation at the feeling. he just sighs and lets you. knowing it's going to be hassle to get you in the tub to wash him off you. but he content with everything that has conspired.

your lip is still poked out later on when he says he has to give you a break and you cant get no more of his loving. he has to teach that you can't always get your way. but he fails because your just too sweet for him to handle. he did say your were spoiled as can be.



[ssparksflyy]

thinking of jason grace falling in love with you, who just so happens to be dating percy while he's at chb

"if you were a teacher, i would fail your class, take it over and over until you notice me"

but its the way his favorite time of day would be having a one-on-one training session with you, letting you win most of the time just to see the prideful smile on your face, and to hear the occasional compliment you'd give him when he actually tried and won

"if you were a waiting room, i would never see a doctor i would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed"

but its the way that he knows he's only hurting himself being with you, and that you dont feel the same. he tells himself this everyday but still refuses to do himself the favor and try to let go of his feeling for you, he'd rather go through the pain of your unrequited feelings if it meant he got to spend time with you

"who am i to ask for more, more, more?"

but its the way hes very cautious with you. terrified that one lingering touch will ruin the friendship he built with you. he takes whatever you'll give him, whether it be time, attention, words, anything because he knows he cant ask for anymore of it

"youre the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out"

but its the way he knows whats coming. he knows that one day you'll reunite with your boyfriend, leaving him alone once again. technically, he wouldnt be alone, not really. he'd have piper and leo there with him at very least, but they didnt know him the way you do. he tells you things hes never told anyone else, they just wont be able to fill the hole in the heart he's currently helping you dig. he knows that all of this it true, but hes already thrown another pile of dirt behind his shoulder, now digging even further into his own heart.

"know its for the better, know its for the better, know its for the better"

is what he repeats to himself over and over when that day does come. its what he says to himself as he watches you leap into percy's arms, attaching your lips to his. it's what he'll continue to say to himself as he watches you two make up for the time you lost together, walking around camp jupiter, what once was his home, hand in hand, close enough to set jason's whole body ablaze in jealousy and hurt. he only starts to say it to himself more once you're all on the argo ii together. he'll say it before he gets up in the morning and then again before he goes to sleep, then again when he gets a moment alone after seeing you looking out onto the sea with the son of poseidon himself - remembering the time you watched a thunderstorm outside with him, eyes glues to the sky. it's what he'll say to himself years later before his final breath when he's still thinking of you, and knows that maybe you'll care, maybe even cry, but you'll have percy by your side, the way it should be.

[sysig]

Blood sugar levels (Patreon)

[hirokari]

cherry flavored slushie

wc: 0.8k | g: friends to more, fluff, high school!au | w: none!

Lu Guang never pegged you to be a person to show up to basketball games. He supposed you showed up for Xiaoshi, though you sit oddly far from the game, leaning on the net outside the court, sipping on the typical slushie you tend to buy after school.

Wordless, Lu Guang leans against the wired net next to you, looking your way, though you don't take your eyes off the game.

"I didn't know you liked basketball," He says. "I don't," You answer, handing the boy your slushie. He takes it and sips on the straw, imagining your lips tasting of this cherry flavor. Finally, you look at him, "Why don't you play? You're tall and pretty good at it," 

"You've seen me play?"

"Yeah, dude. Were you so immersed in playing to notice me?"

He guesses he was- which is a surprise. It takes a lot to get Lu Guang’s eyes off of you. He responds with a shrug, tilting and tapping the straw against your lips. You comply and look back at the game as you let the cherry flavoring dye your tongue a hot, bright red.

"Why are you watching if you don't like basketball?" He can't help but ask. He thinks it's a stupid question. You answer, though, unbothered, "Because I know the rules. And I know this referee is incredibly blind. I'm out here so I don't strangle him with my bare hands."

He can’t help but let out a light chuckle, one that feels innocent and pegs a smile out of you too, but it also ignites a sharp feeling in your stomach. “They don’t seem to play fair, but I believe Xiaoshi is decent enough to overcome said blindness.”

Your worn out converse nudges his knee as you sit back against the wired fence and you give him a teasing smile, “Finally giving him credits, Guang?” With his cheeks dusted pink, his eyes avert away in a shy manner as he mumbles gruffly through a frown, “No.”

And it’s your turn to laugh, though yours is much more bubbly than his, and he likes to hear your voice more than his own. The fuzzy feeling that washes over him merely from your voice and its tone; the wide smile you give him and the crinkle at the end of your eyes; your fingers that ignite tingles when they graze over his shoulder; frankly everything about you makes him go crazy, as hard as it is for him to admit.

Your tongue is painted a hot red from the cherry flavored slushie that you’d just finished, and he supposes his is a little dyed as well. But it makes you all the more kissable. Your lips are also stained– but they’re much lighter.

“You like sweet junk?” You ask, leaning forward to sip from the slushie that he holds in his hand. He watches as you drink the cold treat, your eyes still skimming across the court, carefully analyzing each player. “Truthfully: no.”

“You tried it out, though?”

“I know you like this junk,” He says. “So I went for it.”

Oh. Your cheeks flare, attention abandoning the game almost completely to look at the white-haired boy. “But you’re still drinking it.”

“I don’t mistrust you and your taste,” Says Lu Guang, sending you a boyish smile. Who’d have known the stoic boy could ignite such feelings in you, your chest tightening in hope and your stomach, twisting. You watch as he smacks his lips open and close; as if playing around with the residue taste that the slushie had left in his mouth.

“Doesn’t taste the best.”

“No?”

“Not from a cheap foam cup, no,”

“Hm? Where would it taste the best from, then?”

There’s a moment of silence. The grass you both sit on rustles when Lu Guang shifts and leans forward, but it comes to a halt. So does the thump in your chest. It freezes– you freeze. His nose brushes against yours and for a moment you think he’s teasing. 

Lu Guang, the often emotionless and objective robot of a human, is in fact teasing you by brushing his nose against yours. And you think you love it as much as you hate it. His breath is hot when it fans against your skin and it makes your skin ignite with goosebumps. Your eyes grow half-lidded, charmed by both the anticipation and frustration he leaves you in.

A loud clattering noise emits from the court. Instinctively, you turn your head to watch as Xiaoshi scores a point. Lu Guang, seemingly growing a little jealous, plants his fingers against the base of your jaw and leads your attention back to him.

“Wh-”

Lu Guang doesn’t give you time to breathe or respond, lips pressing against yours in a chaste kiss. And you think he’s right, as always. This cherry flavored slushie tastes way better from his lips compared to the foam cup (that is now tipped over and abandoned next to Lu Guang’s side). You always imagined his lips would have tasted sweet, but nothing like this.

You imagined he’d taste sweet of citrus and warm like a summer breeze. Though, you don’t think you want to complain right now. Cold cherry lips are all the same, as long as they’re Lu Guang’s.

a/n: experimenting with the idea of straightforward n flirty lu guang hehehe

©️ hirokari, 2024

[callieisto]

hi it’s the Sam munch anon I’m going insane over the fact that the common denominator on Sam kissing is that his hands go to his partners face first it’s so sweet to me

Ugh he’s so cute. Big hands and a big heart and a big dick. He kisses you like he’s trying to consume your life energy or something. He just loves with his whole heart and he kisses you like it!!! Fucking you slow and deep and then cradling your face in his hands and kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. Murmurs “that’s it” against your lips when you whimper for him (because he’s SO GOOD at making you whimper) and kisses down your body and laughing softly against your skin.

Ugh. I love you Sam Winchester. Ugh

[illubean]

NSFW warning; reader discretion advised

imagine riding Nerdjo while on the phone with his best friend; the one and only lady killer Suguru

The three of you were pretty close friends, and you had slept with Suguru before, but poor virgin Satoru only recently just worked up the courage to confide in you about his problems

Despite being attractive enough to get any girl he wanted, Satoru often turned down the attention of any other women. He feared that his hobbies would scare them off sooner or later, and even if they didn't, he wanted to lose it to someone he trusted.

He knew that someone had to be you, but since you and Suguru were pretty consistant FWB, it felt slightly wrong to him.

you should only be sleeping with one person at a time, right?

So when he finally told you about his qualms, he didn't expect you to strip him, push his back onto his digimon bedsheets, and give him the ride of his life

No woman in her right mind would fuck a man who still had digimon bedsheets in his late 20s, but Satoru was just so cute asking you for help that you couldn't say no to him

Satoru whimpered and whined beneath you, your weepy pussy clenching around his length feeling better than his hand ever could. The poor guy couldn't keep his hands to himself, pawing and groping any and every inch of skin he could reach

You cooed at him while he babbled nonsense, before your phone went off and you picked it up from the bedside table. Suguru was facetiming you. Without as much as a second thought, you answered.

"Hey pretty. What are you up to?"

"Mm, not much. Just hanging out with 'Toru" you responded as if you weren't currently bouncing on the aforementioned man's cock. Satoru slapped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle his own pleasured cries while his skin flushed from his cheeks all the way down to his neck.

"I didn't know you guys were hanging out today. I just got off work, should I come over?"

"Sure! Y'know, he actually asked me-"

"Mnnooooo, don't tell himm!"

Your eyes widened at Satoru's whiny protest, looking at him past your phone to see a fucked out, embarrassed expression on his face. You let out a breathy laugh and smirked down at him, slowing your hips in order to grind your pelvis against his.

"Aww baby, why not? I'm sure he could help you too," you teased, turning your attention back to the blackette on your screen. "Why don't I just show him then?"

Before Satoru could protest, you flipped your camera around to show Suguru the position you currently had his best friend in. Satoru used the back of one hand to cover his face and the other to try and shield the camera from where the two of you connected. His entire body felt hot, head turning to the side while he felt tears prick at the corners of his blue eyes.

You swatted the hand he was using to block Suguru's view away before resting your own against his abdomen, caressing soothing circles against his skin.

"Isn't he just the cutest? Hurry Sugu, come join us!"

[ifwdominicfike]

guitarist!matt lends girly girl!reader his leather jacket when out on a walk together, even after she said she “wasn’t cold”

── .✦. ──

you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket thinking it wasn’t going to be that cold — but it was. your skirt paired with sheer tights and your knitted sweater only did so much to keep you warm.

matt on the other hand wasn’t even phased by it, a small smile on his face as he went on and on about an upcoming gig him and his band had.

he even told you himself to bring a jacket but you not thinking, obviously ignored his thoughtful suggestion without a care. he just chuckled and followed you out of the door saying “whatever y’say pretty girl”

now here you are, hand and hand with your cozy looking boyfriend while your shivering. he obviously catches on quick, seeing your nose tinged with pink as well as your cheeks. he was just waiting how long it would take for you to speak up thinking you’ll end up cracking, but he was wrong.

you did want to say something but you also didn’t want to prove him right having him say “he told you so”, you look over at him as he continues to talk again. “the manager of the place told me people already sold out the show! can you believe that sweetheart-“

he turns his head and sees you smile at him and nod. “y-yeah! im so excited f’you baby!!” he couldn’t bare to hear your shuddering voice and see you shake like a leaf, so he quickly lets go of your hand and starts to shed off the layer.

“matt wh-what are you doing?” you asked looking at him confused as he starts to wrap you in his warm jacket. “angel- just take the jacket please? can’t believe you weren’t gonna say anything.” he then wraps an arm around you and rubs your arm up and down to warm you up. “well i mean-“ you try to come up with some dumb excuse as to why you didn’t do anything but he cuts you off.

“ah- its fine sweetheart, really. just can’t believe you!” he chuckles before leaning over to kiss your now warm cheeks.

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

i actually did not know how to end this.. it felt so awkward. ANYWAY was this cute?? its a little basic but it’s something to start with that i thought was pretty cute !!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @ellaapsworld @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @submattenthusiast @flouvela @sturniolosiphone @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott @cherrynflowergarden

[qiupachups]

miles.g / wiles

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 👾💭

contents: general hcs, mention of his father’s death, i call 42-miles ‘wiles’, me sorta bullying him

a/n: after a lot of procrastination and harassment gentle encouragement from @vhstown i’m finally posting my hcs. :3c (they’ve been sitting here since july)

Despite his tough guy exterior and criminal career, he's actually a massive nerd geek. Like: gundham, comics, posters all over his room.

Until you bring up those interests, he won't mention them. But once you start a conversation about them, he can tell you all the lore front to back or tell you where and when each collectible is from. Just listening to Wiles and nodding along will make his day.

Accepting help from others is not an option. Ever. He's an overly D.I.Y guy since his father's death and it's staying that way.

... unless you're very close to him. Wiles will begrudgingly accept your help and then be adamant on repaying you. No matter how trivial it was, he'll show his gratitude through service.

Wiles has great memory and knows all the lyrics to his favourite songs. Go through his playlist and pick something at random- he'll recite them flawlessly!

A good memory also helps with remembering those flashes of songs playing on your lock screen. Just a split second glance? He's adding it to his playlist, maybe listening to it as he works on his latest gear.

Would be a straight A student if he were there half the time. The only thing keeping his total grades down is attendance, where he’s often absent.

However, if he’s in a group project with you, Wiles will put more effort into it. Getting a ‘C’ or GPA point lower is fine if it means keeping Brooklyn safer. What’s not fine is him being the reason for your lower marks.

Unlike his counterpart from 1610, Wiles’ art is more realistic. He tries to capture the subjects’ essence quickly and minimally, so colours are an afterthought.

Accuracy was his pride in art until it came to you. He’d be so nervous in getting your smile right, scribbling failed attempts over and over again. Wiles even resorted to a pencil sketch.

Following the passing of Jefferson, Wiles has gotten much closer to Rio. That’s a no brainer; he was fourteen— a kid. And Jefferson never got to see his son in that overpriced Visions uniform.

Wiles makes an effort to speak more Spanish. He lets his mamí braid his hair even if it hurts like hell. Those stupid telenovelas aren’t that bad on the second watch.

Once upon a time, Wiles used to be a choir boy (keyword: used). He’d love singing hymns and doing nativities before he could read; all for his mamí and dad to see.

However, the christmas after Jefferson’s passing felt… empty. Wiles quickly lost his passion for choir and now just attends mass with Rio at most.

After years of experience being a choir boy, Wiles has the voice of an angel. Not that you’d know, of course— he intends to take that to the grave. But there’s also a deeper, darker secret… he can’t rap to save his life.

An extremely personal and harrowing Musically comment told him so. Following that attack, twelve year old Wiles abandoned his account with only a black profile picture left behind.

Like any other middle schooler, Wiles had a hype beast phase (he denies it). When Aaron got a Hype shirt for Wiles’ 12th birthday, words couldn’t describe how he almost knocked Aaron down with a hug.

The shirt’s first stain had Wiles distraught and furiously searching ‘remove paint on shirt hacks’ on Youtube. His heart would probably stop if he misplaced a gift from you.

Wiles isn’t the best cook, but he can definitely make himself a good meal. With Rio working night shifts and Uncle Aaron doing… jobs, he has to be self-sufficient.

A secret lil’ side project: he’s trying and failing to replicate Jefferson’s mac ‘n cheese. It wasn’t the best, but it was his. Something’s always off when Wiles makes it and he’s not quite sure what.

Sure, cooking isn’t that hard, but baking is like wizardry to Wiles. AP Chemistry and it’s endless calculations felt way easier than making pan de agua with his mamí.

But, mamí didn’t raise no quitter! On a particularly busy birthday, Wiles pulled together a modest little cake for Rio. She burst into tears seeing the shaky ‘!Feliz Cumple!’ written in too-sweet icing.

Calling Earth-42 a wreck is a massive understatement. Shit’s like Gotham, only very real and very deadly. Just breathing in that damn city air makes Wiles’ skin crawl.

Luckily, he’s got an outlet: boxing. A fun hobby he picked up from Uncle Aaron became his release. Wiles might never be in the ring, but Brooklyn’s more than enough.

a/n #2: what the fuck. this was supposed to be short and silly and fun. exsqueeze me how did this… erm. disjointed mess.

[koipudding]

jing yuan would laugh, and you wish he could age so you can see the crows feet near his eyes when you call him 老公 (laogong->husband.)

he’ll poke your cheeks and his heart gets all mushy if Yanqing calls him 爸爸 (baba->dad).

oh domestic jing yuan save me.

(he’ll call you qīn ái ->親愛->dearest; just to be silly :3)

one day i’ll write a fic where jing yuan uses chinese endearments for reader.

low-key wanna do one for dh too…

[theangelicimp]

Truth or Dare?

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Summary: "What's something you would do if you knew that there were no consequences for it?" "Kiss you."

Word Count: 632

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Black!Reader

Warnings: mentions alcohol and drinking, but everyone is legal. Nothing but fluff, fluff, fluff!

AO3: here

“This is why I never play truth or dare with you, you always take things too far!” You say as you dab an alcohol-soaked cotton ball on Eddie’s knuckles.

“Well, I wouldn’t be hurt if someone hadn’t egged me on-ow, ow!” He yelps as you press an alcohol-soaked cotton over a bloodied spot on his fingers. “Careful with the merchandise, sweetheart, these things are designer.” He flashes a roguish grin at you as he wiggles his free hand.

“Ed, anything with a designer label slapped on it is stupid shit made for rich people with no taste. And I wouldn’t have egged you on, if you didn’t convince me to play.” You wrap a band-aid tightly around his finger.

“Excuse you, you can insult my taste in music all you want, but do not call me rich!” He cried in mock-insult. You rolled your eyes, but it couldn’t hide the grin growing on your lips. The buzz of the cheap whiskey you swiped from your parent’s room was running through both your systems and the whole room seemed to be filled with a warm haze.

“You know...” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he looked at you expectantly.

“Know what?” You narrowed your eyes.

“We technically haven’t finished the game yet...”

“Eddie-“

“Just one more! I can handle it!”

“No you can’t, in case you forget about the serious case of carpet burn you just got.”

“Well, I’ll just do truth this time.”

“Eddie.”

“Sweetheart.” The combination of the sugared nickname and his wide doe eyes made your heart flutter but you masked it behind an irritated glare. Knowing Eddie, he probably wouldn’t let up until you caved.

“Fine,” You gave in. “What’s your... Favorite color?”

“It’s red and you already know that. C’mon, you can do better than that!”

Maybe it’s the liquid courage running through your body, but you end up blurting out a daring question before you can even think about what you’re saying: “What’s something you would do if you knew that there were no consequences?”

A tiny part of you is screaming, but before you can even think about taking your question back, Eddie responds: “Kiss you.”

Everything comes to a screeching halt. All you can hear is the faint sounds of your X-Ray Spex record playing in the background, and the blood rushing through your ears. Your face grows warm – you send a silent prayer thanking the heavens for the dark skin hiding your blush.

“I...” You can’t even come up with a response. Does he actually want to kiss you? Has he been pining for you the same way you have for him, when you saw him ranting about the state of the music industry in the record store?

Something snaps: maybe it's the atmosphere, maybe it's the way your dark eyes stare into Eddie’s, maybe he’s just gotten tired of waiting for you to reply. Eddie surges forward and presses his oh-so-pretty peach lips to your full ones.

It’s clumsy and inexperienced, and maybe just a little bit sloppy. But this kiss is all you’ve ever wanted wrapped up in a little bow and served on a silver platter. 

When you finally pull away from each other, you ask breathlessly, “How long you been waiting to do that?”

“Since the day I met you at the Hideout,” he says, equally breathless.

“For real?”

“Really.” You press your forehead to Eddie’s, reveling in the comfortable silence.

“You wanna do it again, sweetheart?”

You don’t wait for an answer, instead hungrily capturing his lips in another kiss.

“How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“Since the day I saw you in the record store.”

“Really?”

“For real.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking and laughing and kissing some more.