#Suggestive Suggestions・❥・prompts

[reizoudesu]

day three - smoke and mirrors

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ context: you received an invite from your boss yelan, a mission. strangely enough, it doesn't even include your lover in it, and you were always collaborating in cases involving crime-fighting, but you went with it anyway. it's time to fly solo.

coincidentally, you managed to run into them during your mission, but you were in a disguise. how would you greet them? how would they react? and how long would it take for them to recognize you without blowing your cover in front of the criminals?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fandom/s: genshin impact

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ character/s: heizou, wriothesley

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genre/s: fluffily fluff / suggestive if you squint

notes: nobody is sending me asks and i'm getting a lil grumpy (>^< ). no matter... i wanna write what's on my mind lately. more for everyone~

heads-up/warnings: lowercase letters, a loooong paragraph (i'm having way too much fun in heizou's prompt aaaghhh), yelan is reader's boss, reader is aligned to feminine qualities (but still uses you/your/yours pronouns), set in modern au of genshin impact, petnames/affectionate nicknames, might be ooc

tw! mdni: mentions of blood, crime-fighting, gunshots (in wriothesley's prompt), suggestive themes and innuendoes (both heizou and wrio's)

©reizoudesu

do not copy, steal, mark as your own work (but feel free to repost <3)

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"oh? can i help you, darling?" heizou - already had hints that it's you, but still decides to play along

well, what a predicament. you are the loveliest being the world has ever seen. the tresses that bounced in every step you make, the way you presented yourself in the masses; the gala is home to one of the best and richest of attendees. and you are (pretending to be) one of them.

you are an agent under yelan's organization, who is co-partnering with inazuma's police agency, the tenryou commission. the letter of the client was sent to you, but you were the only one assigned. yes, you alone, without your lover.

that only leaves you to a happy mood since you couldn't handle his cheeky antics. it's a blessing in disguise that he's not here to pester you with his unruly yet affectionate attitude. although you still missed his company, you are just so stubborn you wouldn't admit that, of course.

anyway, the letter states about a gala (the one you are in), coupled with a file with your targeted suspect. the suspect is said to be in a group of vigilantes, but he and another member infiltrated the gala; they must've split teams. and it is your task as an agent to catch them before things get awry. you'll have to infiltrate the party as well, so you are dressed as a noble with a decent job as a writer in liyue.

you were just there, casually interacting with a few people like a beautiful friendly socialite you are until you stumbled upon a pretty face. youthful, a smirk on his lips, a touch of golden in his olive-green eyes. you didn't quite catch his appearance, but he was in a fancy suit with a neat little tie. there's a faint dot under each eye hidden in a layer of makeup and blush if you squint.

"oh? can i help you, darling?" the note was smooth you can faintly recognize the tint of foxiness in his voice. oh no, it's him!

the one and only… detective heizou.

"ah, hello," you answer a little clumsily, your smile was shaky to the point that you were visibly bothered. why were you even so mortified?

he chuckles inwardly at your pinkish appearance, wrapping his fingers around your gloved ones. it felt warm and familiar. it was so unsuspecting that anyone in the crowd wouldn't see your hands interwoven. they would mistake it as someone who bumped into you and was just offering his support to you who nearly tripped over him.

"so, what bring you here in the gala, miss?" he asked with a mild beam on his lips. you could only answer with this, "ah, they sent me an invite. the party's pretty nice, and the food as well."

despite your cheery attitude, he can pick up on your uneasiness, but he continued looking and playing the part. of course, he had to. it's bad when it's heizou you are seeing, worse when he is the one clinging onto you. finally, to add fuel to the fire, the band is on top volume, the introductory lines of the song billowing like smooth silk:

" birds flying high, you know how i feel. "

ooh, no... please archons, no.

" sun in the sky, you know how i feel. "

and that is really it.

"so, care for a dance?" heizou held out his hand for you to take, and you had no choice but to go along with it, the skirt of your gown flowing to the movement of your heeled feet towards him.

he pulled you in and went dancing in the pool of partygoers. despite the rising feeling of panic of being in a cramped space full of people, he held you close, shielding you with his arms as the two of you went waltzing in the dancefloor. there's a grand, elegant scene before you, swags of white silky curtains flowing lazily by the windowsills, pillars supporting the roof of the covering ballroom, while a glistening chandelier hangs over the crowd.

most of them dancers were show offs, impressing the ladies in bright pinks and flashy reds, as if their suave presence alone could win their praise. the rest were drunk off of the punch at the white table decorated in silverware and ceramics. this is a fancy gala, but neither of you had the care to even think about them. just each other’s presence, his hands on your waist while yours settled right on his shoulders, the fibers of his clean, black tuxedo tickles at the littlest of cells in your palm.

he makes small talk as his beam remains, but his voice was much quieter than before, enough for only the two of you to hear; "you took the case without me?"

"i had to, yelan said you were busy," you answered with a light grimace as heizou skillfully twirls you at the timed beat of the waltz; "i know i shouldn't, but you're getting busy, and i really understand that." you were clearly not over him and his antics but still, the truth in your words held the same sincerity in your eyes.

he slowly frowns in dejection at your words. he messed up and you both knew it. he holds you near him, your foreheads almost touching you could barely breathe; "y/n, i didn't realize...—"

"no, no, it's okay," you cut him off, and he was a little disappointed at your interruption. there's just so much more to tell you, and at a time like this. he can't hold it in any longer…

you both weaved along the crowd while you remained intertwined in the dance, until he had you behind the wall, a serious glint in his olive-green eyes. you felt it too, and felt uneasy. a pleasant kind of uneasiness. until a smile creeps into his lovely visage.

"what are the possibilities that we're taking on the same case?" his smile returns, and your expression turns playful. that's not entirely true, at least in your case. he's perceptive, and he can't pretend that he didn’t had his sights on your missions as an agent. and he wouldn’t even consider this as a simple coincidence either.

"oh, believe me. you're just here to tell me how much you missed me, aren't you?" you cross your arms with a huff. that answer only fueled his unspoken thoughts of what he wants to do with you, "i'm not surprised you can catch on so quickly, darling. but it's more than that..."

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the night grows colder, the music raised in a crescendo, with the dancers twirling like little flowers in spring, the chatters of the partygoers in the mix. it veiled the sounds of your sighs.

his lips devoured yours, as you two remained hidden in the wall of the hallway, surrounded by a crimson curtain. your heartbeats are timed as one, racing a million miles a minute. your fingers danced upon his half-buttoned dress shirt, earning a shiver from the detective in response. in turn, he deepened the kiss, leaving you at a loss for air.

"mmm... archons, you're so beautiful..." he breathed into your ear, and there's that dizzying haze seeping into the back of your mind. it's like breathing his smoke into your lungs, and you're addicted.

you found yourself tugging at his tie, while his hands were in your hair, crumpling in his hands. it stung, but that was the main driving force to keep going. and neither of you would let go yet. until a faint hiss rang in your ears—

"status report, y/n. where are you right now?" the voice crackled and rang in your earpiece, and you had to force your head away from his own. yelan, your boss.

heizou was dazed and confused at the sudden pull-away, before his open-mouthed expression morphs into a small smirk. he heard her too.

"that's your cue to leave, eh?"

you were blushing so hard at his words, and you glared at him before turning away. you manage a shaky reply to yelan, trying your best to hide the wavering note in your voice; "i'm alright, i'm on the lookout right now," before you punched him on the shoulder, earning a laugh from him. finally, he softened down and cupped your cheek with a tender beam.

"go on, love. good luck on your mission."

you smiled back and planted one last kiss on his cheek, parting ways with a lingering glow of bittersweet and longing.

it lasted forever but ended so soon.

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"i’m not sure if i should be surprised or scared, but… how exactly did you find me?" wriothesley - has suspicions that you'll be present in the investigation, but far too stressed (and pretty banged out) to even recognize you in a disguise

you were running at the group of robbers, bunching up your skirt as you clomped your way through the cobblestone streets of fontaine. they are not going off the hook so easily. gunshots rang across the vicinity but you managed to evade them, thanks to the crowding buildings and abandoned houses in the outskirts of town.

yes, this is exactly what yelan told you about. she mentioned about a bank in fontaine, and predicted a robbery, especially in pursuit of a diamond hidden in the halls of the bank. and it’s also located near the fortress of meropide. where your boyfriend could be waiting…

ah, the administrator of the meropide incorporation— or simply known as the fortress. your lover wriothesley works there. he wouldn’t be too keen on letting you leave on your mission all alone, but you can’t rely on him all the time, can you? you were a capable agent after all, so this should not pose a problem to you.

you steel yourself for what’s to come, slipping though the door of the bank as it gets locked. it’s dark.

“huh—! who goes there?!” a voice rang out from afar, alerting you of a potential threat. ah, it’s just a guard. still, you made a point not to draw attention to the guards in the bank. it’ll scare your hunting game away.

you dove deeper into the abyss, within the walls of the enormous safe and the room adjacent to it when you hear someone’s breath. you froze up; is someone following you? are they a spy? are they here to kill you? you swivel around your head with a wary expression, a blade in your hand before your eyes set upon a glowing pair of silver.

slowly, you began to see his silhouette, but by bit, little by little, until the scene catches you in a swirl of emotions. he’s injured, a gash on his shoulder, with his good arm clutching over it to stop the bleeding, while he sits there, panting for breath due to exhaustion.

“a-ah?” he started, trying to get a good look of your face. he doesn’t know you, you were in a disguise. despite the lingering feeling to break character and take off your hat, you only pressed a hand on his chest to stop him from moving, your voice unrealistically firm, “sir, you’re hurt.”

somehow, he can recognize that voice, yet he was too tired to even think straight. by luck, you pulled out a pocket first aid kit, a little something from sigewinne. she and wriothesley don’t always meet eye-to-eye at times, but you can tell they really care for each other like a little sister to an older brother. and she cares about you, too.

dabbing the wound with a cotton ball stained with antiseptic and wrapping it with a roll of gauze, you place him straight behind the wall of the safe.

“thank you…” he managed, a surprised yet tender smile on his lips. you smiled back with a nod, “anytime.”

for a moment, you two were silent, apart from the sound of his panting. he had so many questions that he would like you to answer. why are you here? how did you find him? and do you not find it strange to nurse a stranger? you were never a stranger to begin with, but still, the disguise leaves more questions to wriothesley’s noisy mind.

“i’m not sure if i should be surprised or scared, but… how exactly did you find me?” he started with a serious gaze, still clutching the patched wound on his shoulder. you shook your head, “i heard you scuffling over… and i saw you there.”

no, no, this is no good at all. he wants to know more about your intentions.

“is it now? heh, how so?” he asked, a tired but wry look on his face as he shifted himself to the corner. finally, for the first time, you decided to play a little into his feelings.

“i have my sources, wrio,” his nickname slips past your lips so suddenly he visibly tenses in recognition. slowly, he hears you loud and clear. it was his y/n all along!

“w-wait, y/n??” he audibly gasped, so loudly you had to cover his mouth as a few guards perk up at the sound. he narrowed his eyes at you with a stern grimace, “you didn’t get in trouble, did you?” you could only shake your head with a cheeky laugh. “nope. i'm here on a mission.”

“without me?” he looks wounded by your words, he was worried sick about you. and you both loved and hated it at the same time.

”i know, i’m sorry,” you murmured, planting a kiss on his cheek, where a dried scar ran over the pale skin, across his jawline. At this point, you forgot all about the mission and your focus was entirely on him.

“i missed you,” you said, and he almost melted at your words. he pulls you close and whispered, “i missed you too.”

within the dark, you were here with an injured boyfriend, feeling oddly strange. but you liked it. you were getting bored from waiting, but the two of you decided to kill time with friskiness.

hands in his hair as you swallowed his quiet little pants, while his strong, vein-streaked hands grabbed at your frame. even though the morbid scene of him almost dying remained, this little moment pushed all worries and logic behind.

if someone was watching them right now, they can’t. your floppy hat concealed the closeness of your faces, the flushed looks you’ve exchanged while your lips remained sealed, a taste. even though you lover is injured, the way he’s holding you as if he’ll crush you into dust tells the tale.

you were playing with fire, and you both knew it.

he had to suppress a groan that sounded like a mix of pain and bliss, but you pulled away, thinking that you’ve hurt him.

“sorry, did i hurt you?” you asked with a frown, while he huffed a sigh, “nope, not even once, darling.”

then you heard gunshots, and the both of you perked up. it’s time to go.

to your shock, wriothesley began crawling on all fours before he stood at his fullest height. he was revitalized, up and going again. you can see the hint of determination in his stance and steel-grey eyes, and it infected you like a virus.

“here, why don’t we both go and get those lackeys?”

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©reizoudesu

[peachsayshi]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dirty diaries

minors / ageless / blank blogs dni - gif by @sleepygetou 💓 (used with permission)

ೃ⁀➷ notes: @sleepygetou im blaming you for this quick drabble

ೃ⁀➷ tags: toji x reader; you convince toji to participate in no nut november; suggestive; mentions of groping; fluff - wc: 539

nov. 1 - 9:22 am

"hold on a second - we aren't allowed to have sex and I can't take care of myself either?!"

you smirk with amusement, scooping another spoonful of creamy ice cream from the tub. you're sitting on the kitchen counter, kicking your legs with intrigue while watching your husband place the last clean dinner dish in the cupboard.

"that's why they call it no nut novemeber," you explain, "you're supposed to be abstaining from sex and any sexual relief. oh, and you can't watch porn. that counts as part of the challenge..."

toji turns on his heel to take a step closer. he presses his body against your legs, dark eyes flickering to the spoon in your hand that you're slowly drawing it to his lips in order to feed him some of your ice cream.

he hums, "and the videos and pictures of you that I have on my phone..." he quips, both hands finding the meat of your thighs as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "does that count too?"

you tap the back of the spoon playfully against his nose, watching him scrunch it like a little kitten in response. "yes, they count..." you lecture, despite your cheeks growing unnervingly hot.

"can I still touch you?"

"you can but...like I said, it can't lead to us having sex or any sexual relief. these same rules will apply to me as well-"

"fuck that," toji scoffs, moving his hands further up until they are resting against your hips.

you stick the spoon back into the ice cream, keeping it place as you use your free hand to trail your finger along his jaw. "why not? you think you're going to lose that easily?"

he pouts; the front of his brows pinching together in annoyance.

if there is one thing about your husband that you know for certain, it's that he won't walk away from a challenge.

"what about kissing?" he grumbles, his cheeks turning pink. "because I'm not starting my day without my good morning kiss..."

you giggle, placing the tub absentmindedly by your side so you can wrap your arms around his neck. "kissing is fine," you sweetly assure him, and follow up by placing a gentle peck on his slightly blushing cheek.

he considers it for a minute before huffing in defeat. "alright, I'll guess give it a go..."

you can't stop smiling over the fact that he looks like a child who just had his favorite toy taken away from him and the expression is far too adorable for you to even handle.

"it'll be an interesting challenge," you prompt, already making bets that the man wouldn't last a week. "I promise I won't push your buttons..."

toji arches his brow, picking up on your playfully condescending tone. the hands against your hips snake their way up underneath his old tee that you're wearing, gliding carefully up along your soft tummy. he holds your gaze, can feel the change in your breath underneath his palms. "looks like we're both in it to win it," he murmurs, the scar at the corner of his uplifting into a sinister grin. he cups your breasts in his hands as he grazes over the buds of your nipples delicately. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior as well then, sweetheart. let's see which one of us caves first."

[lynnie-ee]

Day 11; Dream.

╰┈➤"Your assignment for Crewel's class was easy; brewing a potion that allowed you to dream about your future at night. But you didn't expect a housewarden to appear on it, and even less to encounter him the morning after, as you were well aware of what waited for the two of you."

╰►Gender neutral reader, scenarios, 1.8k words. Mentions of marriage in almost all of them, mention of children in Kalim's part.

╰► Characters: Riddle, Leona, Kalim, Vil.

╰►Note: The prompts are based on words I found interesting and then I put them on a roulette to decide when I would write about them, lol. English is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes <3. Not proof read, I haven't written in a long time, so I apologise if anything is out of character.

╰►Masterlist / Inktober Masterlist.

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“So, if we do the potion correctly we’ll be able to dream about our future tonight?”

“That’s right, pup.” Professor Crewel nodded as he pointed at the board, where the steps for the potion were clearly written in detail, with all the considerations that were expected to be taken for the use of the components for the potion.

“That’s so cool…” Deuce mumbled, his eyes observing the board with excitement.

“You have an hour; you can start now.” Crewel signalized as each of you started to work on your potion.

By the end of the class, and after everyone had finished, it was finally the moment to drink the potion. You sighed with exhaustion, after spending the last hour doing your assignment at the same time as you helped Grim with his own potion.

“I already know I’ll be the greatest mage of all but it doesn’t hurt to see it by myself!” Grim spoke with a confident demeanour, drinking the potion immediately. You just giggled and imitated his action, although a bit slower than him.

The next morning, as you walked towards your classroom, you encountered Ace and Deuce in the middle of the hallway, with disappointed expressions on their faces.

“Oh, hello Prefect.” Deuce mumbled as soon as he saw you, which made you curious of their attitude.

“What’s the matter, boys? The potion didn’t work?” You frowned slightly, wondering what kind of future they could have for them to be in such a bad mood.

“I didn’t dream anything.” He sighed, as Ace groaned next to him.

“Me neither.” The Heartslabyul first-year murmured irritated. “Man, this really sucks…”

“Were you able to have the dream, Prefect?”

You stared at both of your friends for a few seconds, a sensation of heat reaching your cheeks after you recalled the events of the last night. You coughed to try to cover up your embarrassment, deciding to keep your dream to yourself.

“…No, I didn’t. A pity, really. Very unfortunate. Let’s go to class already, okay?” You suggested, walking past them to continue your way towards the classroom, too focussed on running away to notice the other student who was walking in the opposite direction, promptly crashing into him before you could avoid it.

“Oh, Prefect, are you okay?” You heard a voice call you as he held you to prevent you from falling.

‘Please don’t be him, please don’t be him…’ You thought to yourself as you raised your head to see the person who was talking to you. ‘Great Sevens, it’s him.’

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﹙❥﹚Riddle Rosehearts ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ

“A pristine and beautiful home. Multiple pictures hung around the walls, along with diplomas and newspaper clippings that were arranged by you. A warm kitchen, a freshly baked strawberry tart on the table, matching hedgehog mugs. The front door opens, Riddle enters your home as he takes off his coat, immediately walking towards you to greet you with a soft kiss, far gentler than you have ever seen him before.

‘Hello, my rose. I see you got out of work early. Ah, you baked strawberry tart? But you must be tired. I’ll make tea while you take a break. What are you saying? I should be making herbal tea according to the Queen’s rules because of the hour? Just like old times…Fine, I’ll indulge you. Just rest for now, alright? I love you too.’ “

“I asked if you’re alright. Perhaps you hit yourself in the head?” Riddle, the actual Riddle asked once again, as you stared at him while still remembering your dream from last night.

“No, I’m okay!” You quickly stand straight, enlarging the distance between him and you, as he observes you with a stoic frown, an expression quite different from the one you recalled from the future. “I was just distracted. You probably were on your way to class, please don’t worry.”

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled, watching your nervous expression as he wondered the reason behind your unusual behaviour. “You’ll be late if you stand there, don’t get too distracted.” He added before turning back, making you sigh out of relief as you expected to be left alone to die of embarrassment by yourself, until Riddle looked at you briefly. “Ah, now I remember. Trey asked me to invite you to Heartslabyul this afternoon. He baked strawberry tart and said you might fancy an invitation.”

You stared at him for a few seconds, the question slipping out of your mouth before you could think about it. “Oh, of course, that’s your favourite, right?”

“You are correct, Prefect. Though, I wonder how you knew about that.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his puzzled expression.

“I just guessed it right, you could say.”

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﹙➹﹚Leona Kingscholar ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶ

“A crowded room, different people greeting you left and right, the sound of lively chattering. A frown on your beloved’s expression, Kifaji’s attentive gaze upon the two of you, the beautiful moonlight outside the ballroom. A hand guiding you outside the room, gently taking you to the garden to comfortably lay on the ground with him laying his head on your lap.

‘I couldn’t bear it anymore, I bet you were also tired from so many people. Being the spouse of the Second Prince isn’t all that good now, hm? What are you saying, you’re alright with it if it’s for me? You get so emotional at late hours, herbivore. You look exhausted, come here, I’ll carry you back to our room. Don’t you think I’ll do it for free, though, you better be a nice pillow when we arrive.’ “

“Watch where you’re going.” A harsh voice took out of your thoughts, a deadpanned expression on your voice when you realized the contrast between your dream and the man standing before you with the biggest scowl, showing you his annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

“I was on my way, actually.” You stood with your back straight, trying to appear taller to show him confidence. “What about you? Aren’t you supposed to have class with Trein at this hour?”

“He’s not gonna notice, either way.” He watched as you frowned at him. “And I don’t care if he does, honestly. I’m going to the Botanical Garden, you’re coming to.” He took you by the arm to drag you in the opposite direction you were walking, a perplexed look on your face as Ace and Deuce continued their path instead of helping you.

“And why do I have to?!”

“Hm? You almost made me fall just now, don’t think I’ll let you slide that so easily."

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﹙ꕤ﹚Kalim Al-Asim ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ

“Soft pillows all around the living room, warm tea, a beautiful scenery outside the window. The pleasant air of the Scalding Sands, the smell of freshly cooked meals, the joyful expressions of the children around you, were they your own or were they Kalim’s siblings? Him entering the room with the most contagious smile, running to you as soon as he spotted you to hold you in his arms, kissing you excitedly, a subtle urgency in his touch.”

‘Ah, I missed you so much! I didn’t leave for long, but I really needed to see you again. My trip was perfect, I hadn’t visited Jamil in such a long time so we talked a lot, and he sent you his greetings too! You should come with me next time, or would rather visit your friends at the Queendom of Roses? Whatever you want, I’ll arrange it immediately, so please tell me, sunshine.’ ”

“Ohhh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking, are you okay Prefect?” Kalim was quick to ask, promptly inspecting your appearance to make sure you were alright.

"Yes, please don't worry, I should've been more careful..."

"What is it? Are you feeling tired, Prefect?"

"...Yeah, I didn't sleep well last night." You decided to use an excuse, not wanting to dig too deeply into your dreams from last night.

"You're always so busy! Perhaps you want to stop by Scarabia after class? Jamil is making curry tonight, maybe that'll make you feel better." He smiled warmly at you, his expression so sincere that it was hard for you to decline his invitation.

"I wouldn't want to bother you or Jamil, to be honest-"

"You're never a bother! You can also invite your friends, if you want. I'll be waiting for you, okay?"

You couldn't help but imitate his smile, chuckling at his kind demeanour.

"Of course, I'll be there."

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﹙𑁍﹚Vil Schoenheit ❜ ˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ

“Designer clothes, flashing lights, cameras all around you. The most elegant red carpet you’ve ever seen, posters with Vil’s face on it, fans screaming his name but also yours. His arm around your waist, reporters asking about your honeymoon, Vil replying how wonderful it was and how fortunate he was to have married such a lovely person.

‘I’m sorry, my love, I hope it wasn’t too exhausting for you. I’m glad you had a great night; you don’t know how grateful I am to you for joining me for these events. You’re concerned about being in the spotlight? You have nothing to worry about, my fans adore you. You shine naturally, my dear.’ “

“You should be more careful, Potato.” Vil’s usual stern voice rang in your ears, as you felt yourself blushing, the memories about him talking to you so sweetly still fresh in your mind. “And more attentive, too, did you rush outside your dorm without looking at yourself in the mirror?”

“I was just…distracted, this morning.”

“Don’t make excuses.” He added with a strict demeanour, but you could see that he was simply caring for you, in his own way, as he fixed your tie and buttoned up your blazer. “There it is, much better.”

“Thank you, dear.” You mumbled unconsciously, punching yourself mentally as soon as you realized the endearment that you added naturally, allowing you to observe for a brief moment Vil’s startled expression, which soon turned into an amused smile.

“A nice appearance is all it takes to make you that bold? You surely are unpredictable sometimes, Prefect. Good luck on your classes then, dear.”

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[svnghoons]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ sunghoon fic recs

— my favourite boy,

for the one who stole my heart and won't give it back

contains fluff, angst and alot of 18+ suggestive/smut fics so MINORS DNI !! PLEASE !!

(sh x afab or gn)

will be updated as i find more that i enjoy ♡

❝ my faves ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

i won’t be tagging the genres of each fic here so beware.

・❥・ deep end

・❥・ moonlight

・❥・ cherry pits

・❥・ we’ll always have this summer

・❥・ spf 23

・❥・ i'll love you forever

・❥・ love me, hate me

・❥・ unlikely likelihood of falling inlove

・❥・ park sunghoon : the boy next door trope

・❥・ dear stranger, do you remember me too?

・❥・ for the first time

・❥・ day-shift

❝ fluff & angst ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

fluff

❥・ ikea adventures

❥・ graceful

❥・ they told me to

❥・ dating park sunghoon

❥・ way home

❥・ compromise - slightly suggestive

❥・ a love story

❥・ library hymns

❥・ back off

❥・ shooting stars

❥・ marriage discount

❥・ a prompt

❥・ 24hr dating challenge

❥・ kitty-incident!

angsty fluff

⭒ it’s you

⭒ happiness

⭒ in the ring

⭒ pity part

⭒ love again

⭒ crepuscule

⭒ just be - suggestive

❝ mature content ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

・❥・ like hot summer

・❥・ polaroid lover

・❥・ that’s right. he can’t

・❥・ cabin fever

・❥・ lovers in the night

・❥・ bed

・❥・ marking you mine

・❥・ earn it

・❥・ just one taste

・❥・ prettiest girl

・❥・ who’s in charge?

・❥・ red dress and the things in between

・❥・ fair and square

・❥・ all for the sake of the throne

・❥・ freak

・❥・ throne

・❥・ reconcilation

・❥・ bow down to you

・❥・ mrs. park

・❥・ you're on my mind and i want you as mine

・❥・ bite

・❥・ meddle about

・❥・ morning bliss

・❥・ afternoons

・❥・ are you?

・❥・ teach me, please

・❥・ missed you

・❥・ first date etiquette

・❥・ sex for dummies

[milksuu]

❀. │GIRL DINNER (O2)│. ❀

❥ prompt: You're hungry. You want food. You want a snack. You just want SOMETHING. You send your HEARTSTEEL boyfriend(s) on a food-run adventure. Let's see what each boy brings back. ❥ content/warnings: sexually suggestive themes, fluff ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (sett, yone, k'sante) / f!reader

SETT

foot-long sub and gatorade

When it comes to feeding you, Sett isn’t willing to compromise. He goes big, or he goes home. And he’s not going home empty handed. 

He Facetime’s you when he’s at the Deli counter of the local grocer, where the sub-meat selection is divine, options are abundant, and the portions are unbeatable. 

When you say you want double amounts of meat, you’re getting it. When you tell him you want more toppings, it’s done. Oh, you want your bread extra toasted and slathered in condiments? Baby, it’s yours. No problem—he’s got you.

When he comes home, you get a running head start, and jump into his arms without warning. The man has no trouble catching you, ever. 

As he greets your neck with a kiss, you lean and whisper into his soft ears about wanting to ‘share some’ with him. Since Sett has an uncontrollably tendency to go over-board with anything portion related, he’s more than willing to help you out. He understands you can't finish most things by yourself. Especially if he's the one serving you.

You huff with an embarrassed whine, shaking your head. You weren't talking about the food! 

Sett finally catches on by the squeezing of your legs around him, the flush of your cheeks, and the hot puffs you tow against his twitching ears. He hums a low and warm grumble at the insinuation. That large hand cradling your bottom squeezes in all the right places. It's enough to elicit a satisfied cry from your lips.

Sett really didn’t come home empty handed. In more ways than one.

YONE

home cooked meal and water

Yone was an expert and perfectionist—especially in the kitchen. Why would he buy you anything processed and unhealthy when he could make anything you desired? He wasn’t going to tolerate you poisoning yourself. Not on his watch. 

Insisting on cooking for you, you watched at how meticulous he was in the kitchen. His expertise with a knife was incomparable. You never realized chopping vegetables could be a discipline and an art form.

When he finished garnishing the plate, he served you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think the dish came straight from a Michelin five-star restaurant!

Not allowing it cool, you burned your tongue on your first bite. Yone chastised you (one of his ways of showing affection) before taking the next helping, and blowing away the steam. He raised the fork to your lips.

Yone was always cool, calm, and collected—but would then do things that were heart-pounding, sweet and seductive. You felt silly with embarrassment. You shook your head, declining his help.

Unacceptable. Yone took your chin without a word, pressed his lips against yours, and slipped a tongue to open your mouth. When you gasped a moan, he abandoned your mouth, and placed the food inside. He encouraged you to chew thoroughly, but all you wanted to do was collapse.

Yone was definitely an expert and perfectionist—at driving you absolutely mad about him.

K'SANTE

take-out and bottle of wine

K’Sante was never about the ‘Netflix and chill’ thing. More like the ‘Netflix and serve my Queen’ scene. And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

Knowing your favorite restaurant, he orders express delivery and pops the cork off of a pricey bottle of wine.

K’Sante has everything ready for the night. Lights dimmed, scented candles lit, and Netflix show ready to go at the press of a button. 

Like the Casanova he is, he serves you everything first. All the while showering you with compliments about how beautiful you are. K’Sante isn’t ashamed of expressing himself to what he likes—which is obviously you. 

After eating and having your fill of wine, you relax further into the couch with him. All the while, watching your shared guilty-pleasure reality TV-show; 'Too Hot To Handle'

The wine seems to get the better of you two. Spooning you from behind, you turn over a cheek expecting to see K’Sante watching the TV. Far from it—his lustrous gaze is on you. He graciously takes your mouth. Slow and passionate. And you can taste the spice of the wine. 

With eyes closed, you feel his trained hand slide across your waist, and slip between your thighs.

K’Sante wasn’t done serving his Queen. And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

✌🏻 That was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again… ✌🏻

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Channie’s Room is live, but you’re bored in the bedroom. Good thing he’s already looking at his phone.

✎ CW: Established relationship, sexting, nudes, vibrator use, swearing, teensy bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex

✎ Word count: 1,373

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“Everybody put your hands up, Stray Kids sing it loud loud loud…”

As usual, Fam plays at the beginning of Channie’s Room. The webcam is pointed at an empty chair, and he appears as the song comes to an end.

“안녕하세요!” Chan sings, greeting the fans watching his stream. “Helllloooooo!”

The chat is full of the usual comments and questions:

ur so hot!

what are you working on? excited for the next album 💕

marry me!

when are you coming to Brazil?

But then there’s yours:

check your texts, babe 🎡☄️🛋️🎒

It’s the odd combination of emojis you agreed to use if you wanted him to know that one anonymous fan was actually you.

He’s reading through the comments, humming between replies. The chat moves so quickly, you’re prepared to send your comment multiple times before finally catching his eye. But then his finger stops scrolling and thumbs at the bottom of the screen to close the app. Bingo.

The “delivered” under your photo changes to “read,” and you can see his expression change ever so slightly. He clears his throat and tries to keep his cool, but blood rushes to his head, spreading from his ears to his cheeks to his throat. Practically every inch of visible skin is now a deep pink.

“Uh, Stay are being so nice today, you’re making me blush,” he says kind of convincingly. But you know better.

While he set up for the stream, you freshened up and donned your new lingerie. You considered being sweet and waiting until he came back to the bedroom to surprise him, but honestly, this is way more fun.

You took a bunch of selfies: one angled down, one angled up, one straight on your tits, another right on your ass. Lots of options, but you decided on the full body shot from above — your lower lip pinched between teeth at the top of the screen, fingers pulling at the bra strap in the middle, and your long, smooth legs crossed in front of the tiniest pair of underwear at the bottom.

He’s having trouble focusing on the chat now, and who could blame him? You look amazing, and there’s just a wall and some wiring between your bodies right now. Two dozen steps, and he could be on top of you, inside of you.

Chan readjusts his body in the chair, undoubtedly making more room in his jeans for his stiffening cock. He fidgets uncomfortably and tries his best to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

Whoosh

Off goes the second image — this one focused on your chest. But the straps are pulled down and one hard nipple sits just above the edge of the bra’s cup, pinched between two fingers.

This photo goes unseen for a little longer than the first, and you’ll let him open it in his own time. He’s seemingly back in his groove on camera, reading fan-suggested pickup lines and discussing whether a tomato is actually a vegetable or a fruit. You know he won’t be able to resist forever, though.

And of course, you’re right — you know him too well. A shaky inhale from virtual Chan encourages you to check your phone, and, yep, he saw the second one. The blush is back and this time, it’s accompanied by a tiny smirk and narrowed eyes. He cheekily stares at his phone’s screen for just a second too long, prompting commenters to ask if something’s wrong.

“Oh, naur, all good here!” he reassures. “I’m gonna play some songs for you guys and I’m just picking the first one!”

Ok, liar. Fib your way through this one.

Whoosh

Photo number 3 is simple, but speaks volumes. A long, thick vibrator sits atop your bare thigh. It’s a new toy, and he’ll know that. He’ll also know you’ll use it if he takes too long, and the thought of him sitting there listening to music on a livestream while his girlfriend fucks herself in the next room over will drive him crazy.

🎒🎡 wow i’m so bored……. ☄️🛋️

Another comment to push him to check his texts. You may get some less-than-nice replies from Stay for this one, but that’s fine. This is for him, not them.

…but there’s no reaction. You’re not sure if he didn’t see it or is simply ignoring it, but he’s vibing to Le Sserafim’s Antifragile like he isn’t thinking about your tits. Too bad you don’t give up that easily.

💕 you look so good today, 🛋️🎒 차니 🎡☄️

Still nothing. Fine, you’ll just start without him.

Your slender fingers pull the lacy underwear to the side to check how wet you are. Teasing your boyfriend like this always revs you up, so you’re not shocked to discover that two fingers slide in with more than enough room to spare. Time for photo number 4.

This one crosses the line from suggestive to straight-up filthy. Half of the vibrator is visibly slick from your arousal, and the other half is buried deep inside your cunt.

Whoosh

You were so distracted with your little photoshoot that you didn’t notice he replied two minutes ago.

you’re so bad

The last photo shows up as “read” almost immediately, and you glance at your laptop to see his reaction. He’s slumped into the corner of the chair, nervously giggling at his phone. So much for keeping his cool.

He’s stopped paying attention to the chat almost entirely, but you don’t even know if he’s noticed. You tend to have that effect on him. One more text while you know he’s still looking.

get your ass in here 🫦

He bites his lip just a little too seductively for YouTube, then he’s saying his goodbyes with unmistakable urgency.

“Bye Stay!!! Big hug? Big hug!” he coos, leaning in and closing his arms around the camera.

Even the hug is shorter than usual.

“See you next time, byyeee,” he chirps, throwing up that signature peace sign with a wink before disappearing from view.

Seconds later, he’s at the door with the same eagerness you saw on screen. But this time, you can also see the outline of his huge, hard cock in his jeans, complete with a small wet spot of pre-cum where the tip pushes against the denim.

“Hey, handsome,” you hum. “Need something?”

“You know what I need, you fucking tease.”

He’s on top of you before you can blink, groping at your tits and sucking at your neck.

“That stupid thing is nothing compared to me, and you know that,” he says, pushing the shiny new sex toy off the bed.

He unzips his pants and unsheathes his cock, giving it a few solid pumps before sliding those panties he saw earlier to the side and driving himself inside you.

“Oh fuck,” Chan breathes. “God, fu-”

Your lips engulf his, ending his moaning and mumbling. His mouth is citrusy, and it’s making your tongue tingle.

There’s really no rhyme or reason for any movement or grasp. You’re going at each other just like you did when you were nothing more than horny teenagers exploring something — and someone — new. Fingers and nails drag on skin and rake through hair, and you’re not sure how much longer you can last.

“Channie, I’m gonna…” you moan, breaking the sloppy kiss. “Are you…”

“Yeah, baby,” he pants. “Come.”

Manicured nails dig into his shoulder blades and you finish with force, crying out his name over and over. God, you hope he actually ended the livestream.

Then he’s coming too, emptying his balls deep inside you. His thrusts weaken, but the small movements are still enough to push some liquid down your legs and onto the comforter. Something to worry about later.

He collapses on top of you, lacking the strength and will to even pull out. His deep breaths tickle your neck, and you’re still seeing stars on the ceiling. Warm, wet fingers caress your damp collarbones, then he speaks.

“Baby, that was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again. I will fucking block you.”

“Agreed, and deal. I’ll only do it when you’re live on TikTok.”

He can’t tell if you’re serious, and if he’s bothered by the idea, he doesn’t show it. As he said, it was hot. And he was 100% right.

[dropletpetals]

A God's Pet

(feat. Childe)

❥Synopsis: When You descended to Teyvat, it was Childe who found You first.

❥⁠Content Warnings: sagau, cult au, religious themes, yandere behavior

❥⁠Author's Note: This is my official apology to Childe for not pulling on his banner.

Childe has been a devout believer since childhood.

It was his mother's teachings that taught him Your stories, and it is his father that taught him prayers and rituals. It had always made him feel closer to You whenever he does those things, and falling into the Abyss was no exception.

There, he learned a new prayer. Prayer to give him strength and kill his enemies, offering them to You in return. When he came back, he began killing in Your name. Some may call it blasphemous but he knew that You accepted it.

After all, if it was blasphemy, then why was he rewarded? Why was he blessed by Your warmth and use him to kill Your enemies? Why was he made stronger and stronger if he had occurred Your anger?

So when he found You in Teyvat��with the stars as Your eyes and Your gaze as warm as when You use him—he had clung himself to You without shame.

He was the first one who welcomed You home—to his immense delight that he could one-up Rex Lapis who was said to be Your most devout worshipper—and had shown You the world.

He had followed wherever You went, acting as Your bodyguard and servant—not that You needed to be protected since monsters seem to steer clear of You or approach in a non-hostile manner.

And when he had suggested for You to go to Snezhnaya and You agreed, he was overjoyed that he could introduce You to the Tsarita and his family. Seeing You interact with his siblings was heartwarming, as is seeing the Tsarita personally welcome You to Snezhnaya with reverence in her normally cold eyes.

Truly, it was bliss that he could be by Your side. Even when word finally got out that You had descended and festivals all over the seven nations had occurred to celebrate it, it did not break his jubilant mood, especially when You had asked if he could accompany You.

He feels rather smug that it is him that You so clearly trust and couldn't help but smirk when he saw sight of the other Harbingers or Zhongli, knowing that try as they might, they would never be as close to You as he is—much to their jealousy—but it all fades away when he catches Your gaze and Your hand would touch his skin.

Because he knows that while he fancies himself as Your protector, Your companion—and in the deepest part of his mind, perhaps Your lover—he is nothing more than a pet.

A pet that follows his Master wherever they go, a pet that sits obediently at his Master's feet and awaits their orders, a pet that his Master amuses themselves in, and a pet that bares its teeth when prompted, protective and possessive of their Master all at once.

He may be Childe the Eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia of the Fatui, but to You, he has always been Ajax. And Ajax has always been Your worshipper first than anything else.

❥⁠End Note: I'M SORRY I DIDN'T PULL ON YOUR BANNER CHILDE NEXT TIME ON YOUR NEXT RERUN I PROMISE 😭

❥⁠Q: Who's a character that you've been wanting to have a rerun that haven't had yet recently?

[wheeboo]

wheeboo's 2k follower event

guess what, everyone? the wheeboo garden has officially reached 2,000 flowers! i seriously cannot express the amount of thanks and love i have for every single one of you, and i appreciate all the support this place has gotten since the moment i first started posting <3 i can't wait to continue this journey alongside you all and for us to continue blooming together! to commemorate, i planned a lil event in celebration for this milestone that you all can participate in!!

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[hvtqo]

🩷 headcanons —how they kiss you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters ayato, thoma, zhongli, ajax, haitham ・❥・notes just some thoughts about them <33 reader is as gn as possible! reader is also kind of passive, btw. also this is so self indulgent im sorry •́⁠ ‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ i have a thing for haitham so his is the longest. anyway, enjoy ! as always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated ! ・❥・warning while not exactly nsfw, it does get suggestive, so proceed with caution.

↓ read under the cut ↓

❛ ayato ༉‧₊˚

ayato’s touch is dainty. he doesn’t rush his movements, no —he’s patient. the tip of his fingers begin delicately hovering over your skin, tantalizing, barely taking up the courage to touch your bristled dermis. he’s asking for permission, you see?

the other hand teases your waist, and it trails the path to your arm, your wrist; you get distracted in his eyes enough to notice that he’s opening your fingers, and his make their way in between yours. the tip of his lip is almost imperceptibly turned upwards, and you have to raise your head to cross eyes with him.

it’s becoming more and more difficult for you to hold his glance, even though you get lost in that pair of sky-colored eyes. you have to remind your breath to keep going. absentmindedly, you stand on your tiptoes, and his grasp tightens.

the hand caressing your cheek makes its way behind your neck, supporting you. he comes closer, and what begun as the slow brushing of the foam against the shore turns into voracious waves. his hands travel around your body —you get a sense that he wants to consume you. the lips of ayato are silky and smooth, but his movement is rough. now he doesn’t wait, no.

now he demands.

❛ thoma ༉‧₊˚

thoma lays a shy glance over you. it stays there until you notice, and then he lowers it, a single line drawing the tip of his lips upwards. you giggle as the thought of him being as timid as the first time crosses your mind. the sound travels to him, and he looks at you wondering.

“what is it, my love?” he asks, his voice soft.

you shake your head smiling, and thoma’s brow curves. it takes you by surprise how he holds your arms and pulls you toward him, gently colliding against his chest. the shyness that just a few moments ago characterized his demeanor has dissipated. mischief is left in replacement; his hand is positioned on your lower back, holding you close. your cheeks burn, but you hold the emotion within, biting your lower lip.

“aren’t you gonna share the joke with me?” he prompts.

you shake your head again, a hint of tease illuminating your eyes. his lips curl —he brushes away a strand of hair from your face, behind your ear.

“i guess i’ll have to do something about that” he says temptingly. you know what comes next; you’ve been waiting for it. but thoma is playful, and he will hold the expectation within you as much as he can.

in fact, he fools you so much, that you’re used to it. you can imagine he’s going to lean forward, indicating a kiss, and you will close your eyes, your lips ready. suddenly, he will pull away without a touch, and begin speaking, or forget about the topic altogether.

this won't happen again, you swear. you raise a hand and hold his cheek, trailing toward the back of his head, his hair twirling between your fingers. your smirk widens; you thrive in the confusion left on his eyes. you give in first, collapsing your lips against his. it takes thoma a bare moment to adjust. smoothly, coyly, the dominance turns. his hands grasp your waist strongly, your back arches a few centimeters.

he’s got the upper hand now. and you feel immensely safe.

❛ zhongli ༉‧₊˚

you always expected zhongli’s kisses to be respectful and modest. and the first few times they happened, they were. zhongli is not often the one to begin public displays of affection; not further from holding hands or a decorous hug. the more exquisite things happen in private, away from the voyeuristic judgements of the world, where he can let the façade fade and reveal himself to you.

the sun rests in the horizon, melting its honeyed rays over the freshly awakened city of liyue harbor. yanshang teahouse lays silent, filled only by the early voices of him and you. he’s telling a story about times old again, but you have never been one to wake up at sunrise, and his voice lulls you. along with the warmth of the tea, you struggle to keep your eyes open or your mind from drifting away.

zhongli side eyes you and notices this. you rest your cheek on your hand, your eyelids carefully falling over your eyes. you don't notice the gentle smile on his face; and, in fact, he continues speaking, as if he was distracted too.

you don't notice either how the tone of his voice lowers, and his breath becomes more apparent as he draws closer. your mind has already begun dreaming, and you smile absentmindedly when you feel the touch of his hand over your chin, lifting it up. his voice fades just when his lips caress yours, and your eyelids lift slowly. zhongli’s gloved fingers elegantly stroke your cheek, you feel an electrifying sensation bristling your skin.

the kiss is as modest as they tend to be. now that he’s awoken you, however, your senses effervesce; your heart drums and you want more. your tongue mindfully explores his cavity; this movement is enough to tell zhongli that he’s roused your hunger. it is you, not him, who gives the cue for something stronger. but he takes it briskly. he puts your hand away, holding your wrist, and brings you closer.

at first you have to guide him, tell him with your actions what you like; that he can do to you as he wishes. he learns, then, not to hold back.

he gives in fully.

❛ ajax ༉‧₊˚

you know how rough ajax is with everything he touches. his hands lack the delicate treatment with which you have taught yourself to approach the world. in a sense, this is what entices you about him —he accepts his nature as is, and he does not care to tame the beast. it’s taken time, but you have come to allow yourself to be as reckless as him when you’re together. now he’s become your safe space; the person that has seen your monsters without getting scared.

as raw as he is with everything; not with you. not in certain ways. his attitude has always consisted of patience and guidance, and he’s an avid protector. ajax knows when and where only to apply force with you, and it’s not even an intimidating type of force —it’s enticing, loving.

just like right now. he's behind you, one arm around your waist, the other holding your neck toward him. there is just the right amount of force here, enough to make your heart flutter and your cheeks blush. he keeps you like this, unmovable, and you let your eyes close. in his arms, there will never be danger. the tension that fills your muscles so usually now softens. you melt.

the coarse lips of ajax leave stains of his touch over your neck. they follow the path to the edge of your jaw, and travel toward your earlobe. he licks and bites, and you recoil, showing your fang in a smirk for a second. this sudden action makes his grasp firmer. he really doesn’t want you to move a tiny bit.

ajax kisses your cheek now, your hair curls around his fingers now. your neck is turned further toward him, and your eyes peek in a slight opening, enough to encounter his hungry irises gazing at your mouth.

he takes you then, biting. biting, but not harming. biting in just the perfect way. enough to make you gasp and take his chance to get in further.

❛ haitham ༉‧₊˚

you never know how he does it, but haitham always ends up getting what he wants when he wants it. his smooth way of executing his will not only surprises you, but sometimes even annoys you. although you have to admit, it’s enticing to be with a man that has everything under control, even if in ways that don’t get noticed easily.

you’re both laying over his couch. he rests an elbow over the furniture’s arm, laying his cheek on his hand boringly as he listens to your recitation of a book with careful ears. your feet over his lap, you rest your side against the back of the couch and try to keep focused with the words on the paragraph you’re reading, as he absentmindedly caresses the skin of your legs.

your voice, low and soothing yet clear, stops for a second when his hand creeps further on your leg. you rise your glance momentarily, a slight blush on your face, but he doesn’t notice. in fact, his eyes are closed. you decide to let it pass and continue reading, as eloquently as you were.

and your voice cracks when his fingers bury on your thigh. haitham gives you a sudden squish, and your eyes widen.

“hey” you call his attention, but he doesn’t give you the tiniest acknowledgement.

“hm?” is what he replies.

“i know what you're doing” you say; he lifts his hand from your thigh and draws it toward your ankle instead, the back of his fingers hovering over your skin.

haitham opens one eye and watches you from the side.

“oh, yes?” he teases. you nod, laying the book open on your lap. “mind to explain, then?”

you tweak your position and lean forward, grabbing his hand on your leg, stopping him, and rising your glance up with a tiny smirk. he follows your gaze firmly.

“careful not to damage the book” he indicates.

but you don’t care about that book, do you? not now that he’s distracted you from your task. however his eyes told you he was being serious, now his smirk defies that. a surge of emotion bashes your body. an unspoken type of communication going on between you and him —the air tenses in the space between your faces.

haitham’s hand reaches behind your neck, steady. but you put your hand on his chest, not allowing him to pull you closer. he rises his brows, as if saying “so that’s how we’re playing?” and you smile entertained.

it happens with a brash maneuver that you find yourself with your back against the sit, under him. haitham’s knee parts your legs, and his hands press your wrists over your head.

as i said earlier, haitham always finds a way to get what he wants when he wants it. you know the more you try to resist, the more he’ll push. now that he has completely disregarded the book, he leans closer to your neck. you turn your head, in fact, leaving him more space to delight himself in. and you giggle with the teasing of his lips on you, and his grasp tightens.

he stops. his eyes encounter yours.

“is this what you were implying, darling?” there’s nothing but a hint of faked curiosity on his visage.

you do not reply. before your lips can move, his are already sealing them.

© hvtqo —don't steal, plagiarize, sell or repost any of my content. translations are done under consent.

[xxsycamore]

🏹💘𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝‼️

—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

REQUESTS: CLOSED

Hello everyone!! Back in June last year my blog reached 1500 followers, but I only got around to celebrating it now! Thank you so much for your continued support!! This year I want to play Cupid again so prepare for your faves to steal your heart all over again! (´ ε ` )♡

↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and a character - one per ask! Please include the fandom as well to avoid confusion. Example: "Can I please have 😘 with William (ikevil)?" ; You'll receive a drabble (~300 words) about the character's reaction to the prompt. Please go wild with those! If you have something specific in mind for the prompts, like a certain hobby for prompt #10 🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together, or maybe for prompt #7 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you", you thought of playing their favorite song, giving them a warm cup of tea while they work, or maybe hugging them from behind? Don't be afraid to share your idea and unleash your creativity, I'd love to make your vision come true! Of course, that's only if you want to! The limit is three requests per person. This event is sfw and anons are allowed.

For drabble examples: Check out last year's Valentine's Day celebration here!

💌 event masterlist ⊂⊃﹒␥

↪ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm

🥺 - Tease by calling them cute

🤲 - Play with their hair

🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent

💌 - Leave a love note in their pocket

🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear

💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"

😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them

💅 - Help them unwind with a self-care routine

🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together

🤪 - Crack a joke to make them laugh

🙏 - Warm their hands between yours

🤸‍♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them

👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them

🍰 - Share your sweets with them

💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now

💘 - "Be my Valentine?"

😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest

🥄 - Ask to be their big spoon

😊 - Present your cheek for a goodbye kiss

↪ 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝟷𝟸𝟿):

Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor

Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri); NEW: Kate (ikevil)

Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril; Kagari; Matthias

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo

Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie

Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto

Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid

NEW: Ikemen Genjiden: Minamoto no Yoritomo

NEW: CONSOLE OTOMES:

Shuuen no Virche/Virche Evermore: Ceres; Scien; Ankou; Yves; Adolphe; Lucas; Mathis; Jean; Capucine; Hugo; Dahut

Piofiore no Banshou/Piofiore Fated Memories: Yang; Dante; Liliana; Gilbert; Nicola; Orlok; Leo; Oliver; Rui; Yuan

Cupid Parasite: Lynette; Claris; Gill; Allan; Ryuki; Shelby; Raul; Owen; Peter

Variable Barricade: Ichiya; Taiga; Hibari; Shion; Nayuta; Kasuga

🎀 Have fun requesting!! I can't wait to see what you put in my askbox!! 🎀

[jjtheresidentbaby]

I love your work! Requesting criminal minds Spencer Reid x male reader or gn masc reader, the deep cuddling prompt 2 :) I have sh scars and I tend to feel ashamed of them or worried people will judge me so it would be really nice. If not that okay thank you <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fingertips tracing ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

» spencer reid x reader

» prompt: tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks.

» a/n: for future reference in the rules of the event I request that you include the full prompt so instead of just saying the number you’d go “2) tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks.” <3 also I don’t write male reader only gn!

» warnings: I do not mention sh at all in this, it is just described as general scars as sh is on my ‘don’t write’ list. other warnings- pet names, reader mentioned to be bau

Spencer runs his hand over your shoulder, thumb stopping on the side to rub back and forth over a few raised scars you have on your skin. Neither of you have ever talked about scars or really acknowledged them, Reid has a plethora of them from work and some from other things, you’re the same.

“How’re you doing little one?” He asks and pulls you closer in where you’re leaning back into his side, you give a hum as a response and don’t look up from the story you’re writing.

“Good, almost done.” It truly hasn’t been that long since you began working on your rendition of Robin-hood that Reid suggested you wrote. You’ve read about every version there is, so it’s really not that surprising that writing your thoughts down isn’t taking long.

“Nice work, maybe I’ll have to book bind it and put it up in the library.” A grin spreads over Spencer’s face as he looks at you when you turn in place to stare wide eyed at him. Only the best books are allowed in Reid’s library, most end up thrown onto the shelves in the living room as they aren’t deemed worthy to go in Spencer’s personal collection.

“Really?” You question with excitement littered across your voice, beaming a smile his way the second he nods in agreement.

“Yeah, really. Maybe Garcia can help us decorate the front cover.”

His thumb brushes back over the scars on your shoulder, a soft look in his eye, sure he isn’t aware of what cause you to gain the scars but Spencer hates to think of anything causing you pain when he can see you small like this. It’s a vulnerable state that requires so much trust between the both of you. Spencer’s always been keenly aware of how protective he gets when you’re regressed, he supposes he’s just feeling it extra hard today. Still, he keeps quiet and doesn’t bring the scars up, just traces his fingertips over them and waits for you to finish up your story so you two can call Garcia.

[chiharuhashibira]

Can i make another request? About headcanons of kaigaku,genya and yorichi with a so that has the personality and background of yui komori from diabolik lovers,in case you don't know about the franchise let me explain it to you

Yui is a girl with a very happy and optimistic personality, she is shy, sensitive, kind, usually dense, noble and easy to put into submission. She tries to understand everything that happens around her and adapt to it, but she does not succeed easily since she is often unconscious of various things but she is very sincere and apparently very compassionate towards others.

She has especial blood that is very adictive and give more strenght to the ones who drink from her,i imagine that reader has been through a kidnapping situation(like yui) from demons because of her especial blood and role as "sacrificial bride" to some demons, i think reader would have many bite scars of those years of abuse and mistreatment from the demons before being rescued for her father(a demon slayer).

I hope this is not so much for you and youre Free to decline this,sorry for making many requests!

THANK YOU FOR THESE WONDERFUL PROMPTS @ultravioletqueen 💓

Here is your most awaited HC! So sorry that these took so long, I know you have been so excited for this. I'll close your other request (the screenshot) as I will just merge em here.

But yep, here it is!

For this, I will lean more on your second request which is about the "sacrificial bride" for the demons. Also, I won't be focusing on the sacrifice part, I'll be focusing on the moments that happened after X Character rescued her.

Also, a bit of disclaimer, this is the first time that I will write for Mui and Yori sooooo, please understand if they'll be a bit OC XD Also, I will age up Genya and Mui here to at least 18.

Little backstory: Y/N has a Marechi blood, and because of it, the townspeople started believing that sacrificing her would be the end of the demons' plague in their town. But then, X Character comes just in time before the demons could devour Y/N. She's full of blood and wounds. X Character manages to kill the demons. And with that, he took Y/N and his father away from that town, telling the people that what they did was wrong.

Years later while living together, both fall for each other but Y/N still suffers from the trauma. She lost her father and that added to the reason why she also lost her laughter and her jolly attitude. But with X Character, she manages to bring it all back again.

(So this is an AU where Genya and Muichiro are older but the war with Muzan still hasn't happened)

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨, 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐮, & 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

Content Warnings: Not NSFW but has Curse Words/Blood/Abuse/Trauma/Angst/Possible Suggestive Scenes

🌸𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢🌸

❥ You've been living with Yoriichi for years, and both of you have grown close. In fact, this relationship you have with him is too close to be called friends.

❥ Yoriichi notices every single detail about you. So you can't hide anything from him, as even the littlest of your motions, he sees it all.

❥ The swordsman isn't the funny type, but whenever you're sad, he makes sure to go comfort you. Eventually, you'll end up opening up about what bothers you. You've told him almost a thousand times how you miss your father and how angry you are with yourself for letting the townspeople in your old town almost kill you just because of your Marechi blood.

❥ Yoriichi won't ever be tired of listening to your litanies of pain, anger, and fear. At the end of it, the man will pull you into his arms and caress the scars on your body, trying his best to calm you down.

❥ There are times when he needs to leave you for his Demon Slayer priorities, but of course, knowing how strong he is and his history, you trust that he'll come back for you.

❥ Whenever he comes back, all he does is kiss you passionately. Surprisingly, Yoriichi is sweet. The man will take you on midnight strides, holding hands while bathing under the moon's rays. "I love you so much. You're my sun, Y/N."

❥ Sometimes, the man would even bathe you, showing you how special you are to him. You will feel bad because of your scars, but Yoriichi will make sure to erase those insecurities as he whispers how beautiful you still are while kissing all those scars on your body.

❥ Whenever you wake up from nightmares of your past, Yoriichi will make sure to comfort you. He will run his hands on your hair, which you liked the most. His calloused fingers against your skin feel so good, as this makes you feel secure.

❥ Yoriichi makes sure that you'll know how much he loves and cares for you. With his gentle words, physical connections, and emotional support You've lost your smile, but now it's back. Yoriichi is like the sun. No, he is your sun, and he guides you out of your dark past, making sure that no hint of darkness will hurt you again.

🌸𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

❥ You lived under Gyomei's care after Genya saved you from being the sacrificial bride to a demon who had been plaguing your hometown. With those years together, you decided to be a Demon Slayer, partnering with your saviour. And yes, both of you developed strong feelings for each other.

❥ You may be tough from the outside, but in reality, you are shy and have lots of insecurities and fear because of your dark past. Thankfully, you share that same feeling with Genya. Despite being so stubborn, the guy always makes sure that he is there for you.

❥ Genya takes care of you, and sometimes you think it is because you remind him of his dead siblings and his big brother, who shares the same blood type as yours. But no, he cares about you because you are you and he loves you. But sometimes, it'll be hard for him to admit it, as he always tries to hide his feelings. Of course, the times he is sweet aren't the determiner of his love. Genya just has a different way of showing it.

❥ He always listens to you, but of course, he refuses to share about himself. It's just that he wants to comfort you with his surprise embraces. Whenever you cry on his shoulders, he will rub your back in circles. You have a scar there, so you'll feel tingling sensations. But then, Genya will tell you that he'll never let anything bad happen to you now.

❥ His Demon Slayer priorities aren't an obstacle, as both of you work for the Corps. It's just that Genya is too stubborn; he loves tagging along with you on your missions. As much as he wants you to tag with him on his, he prefers you staying with his master, Gyomei, to train more. He's very protective, but not to the point that he oversteps you.

❥ Whenever he comes back from his missions, Genya's tsundere part is gone. The individual will immediately entice you to a more private area so he can gently caress your lips. Genya loves to caress the scar on your back, saying that it doesn't look bad. Actually, he adores you for who you are so much.

❥ The sweetest thing you can get from your lover is whenever he sleeps beside you and pulls you to cuddle with him. Sometimes, the painful memories will come, but Genya will tell you that those memories are just a small part of what's ahead of you. And you are more than the things that hurt you. Yes, he cusses a lot. "Fuck those villagers! They're bird brains for thinking sacrificing you will stop that fucking demon!" But eventually, he will stop doing that and will just tell you that he'll massage your back, and sometimes things will escalate from that massage.

❥ You don't know if Genya ever sleeps. He's the one who wakes you up whenever you have nightmares about your past. He will make sure to tell you that your captors will never come back for you. He won't let them. You trust Genya with all your heart, so his words never fail to soothe you.

❥ Despite both of your dark pasts, Genya is the light that keeps you on track. He had brought back the part that you had lost a long time ago, and you are happy because of that. You're one of his priorities. Even if he'll never share his feelings that easily, he will make sure to act on his best around you.

🌸𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨🌸

❥ With Muichiro's state, it's quite hard sometimes. But life is definitely better with him than with the townspeople who tried to kill you. Muichiro saved you, but sometimes you feel like you were just a bother. He didn't agree with you coming with him at first; he just kind of saved you because it's his job. But then things changed when you decided to stick with him, whether he liked it or not. You've lived with Muichiro for years now, and you've grown quite comfortable with him.

❥ Conversations? I doubt it. "You want to come with me, right? Bear with it." He'll tell you whenever you ask him why he won't talk to you. But it all changed when he came back from his mission in Swordsmith Village. He was just 14 back then, and that was the first time that you saw his eyes shine bright.

❥ Yes, that change was the reason why you're wrapped with him now on the bed. He is now 19. Five years later, that change happened, but it felt like yesterday. From the Muichiro who ignored your cries and never comforted you for all the pain you've felt since he rescued you. The guy changed into the sweetest being.

❥ He had seen all your scars, and the new scintillate in his eyes shows that they never bothered him. "Just imagine them as maps on your body. Without these, I wouldn't have found you." He'll tell you the first time you told him how insecure you were with those trails of the past that are painted on your body. What he meant was that without you in that moment, he wouldn't have met you. So those scars are nothing to him. You're still the most beautiful woman for him.

❥ Muichiro is serious about his job as a Hashira. But that didn't stop him from showering you with his newfound passion. He's surprisingly sweet. He'll bring home flowers or food from his missions. One time, he was even on a crutch when he went home, but your lover made sure to still bring you the most beautiful kimono that you have ever seen.

❥ Dates are never a problem. Muichiro loves taking strides, especially when it is with you. You'll always find yourself holding hands with him while walking around the estate where you both live. And yes, on those walks, expect that he'll kiss you.

❥ Muichiro learned how to comfort you. When you think of your father, who perished as a result of the demon that was wreaking havoc in your community, he would tightly embrace you and reassure you that it wasn't your fault. Muichiro doesn't like it when you think badly of yourself. So he will do anything to stop you from doing so.

❥ Muichiro will shush you whenever you're crying from your nightmares. He'll assure you that he's there with you. Caressing your face and looking into your eyes, the man will soothe your nerves.

❥ Muichiro is your newfound reason to continue living. Without him, you would have been gone. Your lover taught you that having Marechi blood isn't a curse. It's just that the people around you before were ignorant. He'll always tell you how special you are. And yes, he never fails to make you feel that way.

🌸𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐮🌸

❥ Kaigaku was your childhood friend until he disappeared. But then he came back into your life when he saved you from the demon who would kill you after the townspeople sacrificed you because of your Marechi blood.

❥ Kaigaku sees the littlest change in you. Yes, he fell in love with you after seeing you again after all those years. Despite the flaws that the demon had given you, Kaigaku still made sure that you'd never feel any different.

❥ Kaigaku is hotheaded. He almost punched the mayor of the town after knowing their idiotic reason for sacrificing you. Now that you had lived with him for so long, he had gotten a bit better at managing his anger issues. And yes, you've gotten your smile back again.

❥ Kaigaku definitely loves baby-ing you. Holding hands, kissing your scars—name it. He'll surely do it for you.

❥ Whenever he needs to leave for his Demon Slayer responsibilities, he makes sure that you are alright. He'll assure you that your captors before aren't coming back because... "If they will, I'll kill them."

❥ After those missions, Kaigaku will eventually shower you with his love. Your nights and days will be filled with happiness once again. He makes you feel secure, and that's what you love about him.

❥ He's your childhood friend, so there are times that you'll both remember things. Like the way you played with him on the meadows and how he is nicer with you than other kids. But yeah, he disappeared. Whenever that sad thought comes, Kaigaku will assure you that he won't leave you now.

❥ Nightmares are a common thing after a traumatic past. With those, Kaigaku will make sure to help you go back to sleep once again after he comforted you. He knows you miss your dad, but he'll say that you're in good hands now and your father is proud of you.

❥ Kaigaku isn't an open book, but he's ready to write new chapters of his life with you. He isn't perfect, but with his love, your smile and strength are back. You just love the man so much, as much as he loves you back.

¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ 𝓕𝓘𝓝𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓨 𝓓𝓞𝓝𝓔!¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!

Thank you so much for waiting patiently 💓

Feel free to request, reblog, like, and comment! I would appreciate all the love 💓

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[peachsayshi]

Hi love! 🧡 Could i ask for some Choso with the prompt "finally kissing, after a long time of pining" pretty please? I struggled between a few choices but I'm always a sucker for some mutual pining

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: tension; yearning/needy choso; virgin!choso; established friendship; suggestive

the bed feels smaller with choso settling in, his well built frame easily taking up most of the space. you nervously snuggle underneath the cover, mindlessly smoothing out the sheet in front of you and keeping your eyes fixed on the ceiling to avoid gazing at your crush.

half-human, half curse; but wholeheartedly the most beautiful soul you've ever laid your eyes on.

it's the third night, your last one together, and with the mission coming to an end you'll be back home before you know it. however, it still doesn’t erase the tension that’s been simmering over the past forty eight hours, and when you accidentally brush your bare shoulder against choso’s, you feel it all spark once again.

"sorry," he states apologetically and making the heat rise up your neck, "I can sleep on the couch if it's better for you..."

"don't be ridiculous," you scold playfully despite your voice wavering, "I can barely fit on that thing, much less force you to sleep on it."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

his gentle tone grabs your attention and forces you to turn to him. his face is partially illuminated by warm light, a noticeable blush highlighting his cheeks which is framed by his black hair that falls freely down his neck.

your eyes dip to his exposed shoulders and upper chest, lingering on the prominent muscles. "I'm fine, I promise," you reply a little breathless and squeeze your thighs together.

he’s suggesting the alternative now,because the first night was spent with the two of you in this very same position, only choso was asking a lot of questions…

questions regarding human intimacies; about their needs, their lust, their hunger...

you can't help but be empathetic about his curiosity. after all, his mind is governed by two completely polarizing forces.

the conversation was innocent at first, but he made a bold declaration that sent shivers all over your body.

"I feel an ache whenever I'm around you," he confessed, "I can't explain it,"

"It's natural," you attempted to explain, keeping a neutral tone while brushing aside the way your cheeks stung. "sometimes I feel it too..."

"why does it happen?"

you can only shrug your shoulders, unable to fully define the laws of attraction to the man you longed for the most. he left you speechless with his admittance of yearning for you, and last night was stifling to the point where the both of you were completely on edge with each other.

the memory of that conversation now plagues your mind, and you can see it reflecting clearly within choso's dark eyes.

he's thinking about it too, recalling all the tidbits of information that you shared with him and carefully piecing it together.

“you seem a bit squished,” he states with concern, pinching his brows adorably as he shifts to lay on his side. the warmth of his palm finds your waist, and he carefully pulls you closer into him so you're rested more comfortably. “don’t want you falling off the bed…”

face to face, you both stare longingly at one another for minutes, like you're trying to pluck at the seams to find evidence of where this gnawing pain even begins.

teetering on the precipice of a very long drop, you lick your lips absentmindedly when you realize that choso's palm is still on your waist, his thumb now drawing tiny circles.

"this is better, right?"

he's so close that you can feel the vibration of his deep voice run right through you. "yeah," you sigh, inching even further into his touch, and boldly taking the leap as you arch your pelvis against his. "yeah, much better..."

your name sounds heavenly from his lips as he exhales from the contact, and you stifle another moan feeling his prominent bulge rub up against you.

"is this desire?" he murmurs into your lips, "is this why I ache?"

"cho-choso..." you stutter, but grow still when you feel him gently press his lips onto yours.

silence veils your loud thoughts. his kiss is so tender, so pure, motivated out of sheer instinct and nothing else. it's such a gentle act, one that brushes over your lips far too quickly that you find yourself tilting your chin up in search for him when he pulls away.

"it's only you," he groans with a twinge of frustration. "I only feel this way about you,"

he leans in again, this time allowing the kiss to linger, and you eagerly let him explore your lips, tasting his saccharine inexperience with every peck.

"this is how we satisfy those feelings, right? isn't that what you said?" he presses, begging for answers as his hand slips underneath your top to brush strokes along your lower back.

a tightness coils inside your lower belly, and you're only able to manage a hazy, "mhmm" in response.

"show me," he pleads, collapsing the weight of his body onto yours as he repositions himself over you, "please, show me,"

he looks unreal above you - a physical embodiment of divinity and sin. the breathtaking image of his angelic expression is constrasted harshly against that wild, lustful gaze, making it impossible for you to even deny his request.

half human, half curse; but as you nod your head and guide his lips back onto yours, you knew that moving forward all of him would forever belong to you.

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[moamidzyism]

ski sweethearts (k.th)

☆。.:*·ﾟwc 862 fluff ౨ৎ // repost ❥ ୧‿︵ req. for @miupow secret santa event -- prompt: taking bf taehyun skiing for the first time ୨୧ taehyun x gn!reader, established relationship [masterlist • reblogs + feedback appreciated]

when you asked taehyun whether he knew how to ski, he eagerly said yes. so naturally, you thought he was as excited for this trip as you were. but on your way up to the ski resort, it did not go unnoticed by you how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel when you asked him when was the last time he went skiing, or how his jaw was set every time you pulled out the map of the resort and pointed out all the slopes you wanted to see, and you definitely noticed how he was responding with absent minded hums and monosyllabic answers. his gaze was fixed on the road, but it was very obvious that his mind was somewhere else.

you didn’t really begin to notice how nervous he was until the two of you settled in your room that evening. the warmth from the fireplace casted a soft glow as you busied yourself with arranging your skiing gear and getting ready for tomorrow. taehyun, seated on the bed, stared at his phone, seemingly engrossed in a video. when you asked what he was watching, he dismissed you, mentioning something about some meme that his friend, kai sent him. what you did notice was the subtle shift in the room when you glanced over to see him put his phone away and join you in getting ready for bed.

still as the lights dimmed, the room quieted, and you both found yourselves wrapped up under the covers, you quietly observed your boyfriend pull out his phone again to resume his secret study session.

the next morning, the two of you woke up bright and early to get to the mountain. the crisp winter air filled around you as the two of you geared up to going skiing. you couldn’t contain your excitement, clad in your all white snow suit.

you embarked on one of the easier slopes, hand in hand, the crunch of the snow beneath your skis filled the quiet mountain air. taehyun followed you, though the unease in his eyes betrayed the nonchalant facade he put on.

“you should go first,” he suggested.

you obliged, gliding down the slope effortlessly. you stood at the bottom, watching him try to meet you. he is trying his hardest to remember all the movements and techniques he watched in the videos he binged last night. the descent began smoothly, he was mirroring your motions, the wind was tousling his hair. but his movements are not as smooth as he initially led on to you. as he continued, he became more and more uncoordinated, wobbling occasionally as he tried to maintain his balance.

still you find it endearing how his confident facade doesn’t waver. “you okay, baby?” you ask him, when he finally joined you at the bottom.

“yeah, it’s just been a while since i’ve done this.” his gaze flickered to the snowy expanse around you.

the two of you kept going and he was determined to match your pace, not that you made it any easier on him. but he loved a challenge and you were going to give him one. with every stretch he was definitely improving, his skills slowly starting to match his coolness.

however, he always gets a little too overconfident.

you should have known when he asked if you needed any help that he was flying a lot too close to the sun. but you rolled your eyes and persisted to a much steeper slope than the others you had done. you easily tackled it, waving at him teasingly from the bottom.

He glided down the slope, but as the slope turned steeper, his skis betrayed him. a momentary loss of balance, a fumble in execution, and his confident facade shattered. panic flashed in his eyes. the once-smooth descent had turned into a chaotic dance, skis crossing and poles flailing.

your heart raced as you witnessed his fall. the panic set in your eyes, a mix of concern and feat etching across your face. time seemed to slow as taehyun tumbled, the snow embracing him in an ungraceful spill. a muffled cry of pain escaped him as he clutched his injured ankle, his confidence replaced by the rawness of his pain.

you rushed to his side, and with the assistance of the resort staff, you guided him back to your hotel room.

by the fireplace, the two of you sipped hot cocoa. taehyun, leg propped up on the coffee table between you, winced in pain as he found a comfortable position.

“so, were you ever going to tell me that you didn’t know how to ski?” you teased.

“i thought i could learn quickly before we actually went,” he confessed, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. “i didn’t want to slow you down.”

“but then you got injured,” you giggled, lightening up the mood in the room.

wrapped in blankets, the two of you spend the rest of the night with hot chocolate in hand, recounting tales by the fireplace. the pain that had marred the day seemed to be a distant memory. a sweet ending to an unexpectedly eventful day on the slopes.

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Hey hey heyyyy!!! It's me, the one that keeps stalking your page! 💙🧚‍♀️

I wanna say that OML I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! AAAAHHH! And I'm so so so happy to see that

anyways, this is a request for how the heartsteel boys would react to a lover with big bazoinkers who usually wears baggy clothes suddenly wearing something tight fitted??? Heheehehehe.

Also, how would the react if you were hit on by someone else due to their lover having big personalities?? (You don't have to do this one if you're uncomfortable ofc!!)

Also, keep up what you're doing, feeding my unhealthy obsession with these fictional (but very attractive) men. I hope you have an amazing day/night!!!🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

❥ prompt: So, you got the big boinkers. The huge bagonzos. The gigantic bonobos. Whatever guys called boobs these days. You're super self-conscious about them, ever since you hit puberty. You've tried to hide them. But with the upcoming red-carpet event for the music awards, you can't wear baggy clothes next to your Heartsteel boyfirend. You had to look your best. Or as some would say, your breast. ❥ content/warnings: mild suggestive themes, possessive boyfriend energy, over protective boyfriend energy ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (aphelios, ezreal, kayne) / f!reader

APHELIOS

Aphelio's thought you always looked cute and comfortable in your hoodies. In casual form, it was his aesthetic as well. Until the time came for a special event.

Aphelio's hadn't imagined exactly what you would wear. But surely, it might be a long-sleeve and turtleneck to match your conservative style. He understood how you felt about your particular assets. He would never suggest you to wear anything that didn't make you feel secure.

He was absolutely wrong. So, so, so wrong. (Wait. Did he actually like being wrong?) He got the long-sleeves part right. But the black mini-dress you sported hugged all the curves you possessed. With just a bit of thigh fat squeezed at the hem. If Aphelio's could ever speak again, he'd beg to be immediately silenced between those thighs. And at the top, there was a glorious boob-window that any e-girl would go absolutely rabid to have.

He had to look away a few times. Thankful to have a mask covering most of his flustered features. Maintaining a semblance of composure, he led you by the hand, speaking to you through squeezes between your hands.

Down the red-carpet, with flashing lights, the two of you posed. One camera man took a picture a little too angled for his liking. Your hand trembled in his. Blushing and holding your breath. Embarrassed tears pricked the corner of your eyes. Afraid of the possible lewdness that would be plastered in magazines. You didn't want to even imagine the headliners. And what would they say about Aphelio's? That he was dating some sort of 'all-boobs-no brains' bimbo? You wanted nothing like that for him.

Aphelio's sensed all of your emotions and didn't hesitate his next move. He dragged a discreet foot against the carpet, folding it in a manner that caused the paparazzo to trip. When the shady-cameraman fell, his camera smashed to pieces against the ground. The man dramatically fell to his knees, holding his head and weeping in buckets.

You gasped. Aphelio's merely rolled his eyes dismissively, tugging you way. He knitted his brows, and squeezed your hand tightly. You knew exactly what he did. You smiled, condensing your chest against his arm.

Feeling his face heat up again, he looked away. After acting so cool, and looking so cool, there's no way he'd let you see him blush like a high-school boy.

EZREAL

Ezreal never minded you wearing baggy clothes. He thought it was fun—for him! He loved diving underneath your oversized hoodie, and poke his head out the other side. Like you two were some odd circus attraction. That, or pretend he was a sailor drowning in a sea of boobies. He liked wearing the stylish hat.

He wasn't exactly sure what you would wear to the event, but he wished it was something he could fit inside later. He was joking. That was a total joke. So long as you were comfortable in it, he didn't mind.

When he saw you step out of the limo, his jaw completely dropped. He felt like one of those cool male-lead movie stars. Taking off his glasses in iconic slow-mo fashion, mouthing the words "Oh, Baby."

He spared zero time to lead you by the arm. Ready for from some press worthy photos he knew you two were going to absolutely rock.

Making it to the concessions room, where the liquor and horderves were plenty, it was prime time for music stars to socialize.

One young rapper approached, way too drunk off his drink, slurred with a smirk at your general direction. Commenting on whether or not Ezreal paid for you to have boob job in order to please him.

The giddy-boyish-sunshine smile turned utterly dark. The laugh he forced was ear grating. It chilled you to the bone. There was a flash of yellow. And briefly, you felt your arm empty of his presence. Then the scene unfolded. The man's drink completely spilled all over him. Another flash. He was pushed, stumbling to the ground.

Ezreal merely snickered into his suit sleeve when bouncers in the room dragged the drunk man away by the collar. Deeming him too drunk and unfit for the show, and subsequently tossed out.

Ezreal tugged you off to a far, secluded corner. He took you into his arms, squeezing tightly. Apologizing into your ear. You smiled softly, and rubbed his the back. Reassuring him you weren't hurt by the comment. And gave him a grateful kiss into his hair for sticking up for you.

KAYN

Kayn 'Big ol' Tiddle Bitties'. If he could change his middle name to that, he would. It'd be his other rap persona, in ode to your breasts. Rhaast approved. And sure, you may be insecure about them, but Kayn fucking hell wasn't. He swore, one day, he would scream in praise at the rooftops. (Thankfully that hasn't happened...yet.)

He prayed to every demon, anti-christ, Eldritch God on this forsaken plane of existence for you to bless his presence with those huge knockers. And holy shit, did you ever at the event.

From the outfit alone, if he leashed himself for you, and placed a crop in your hand, he'd be on all fours. This wouldn't be a classy event anymore. It'd be an all-out fetish party.

Sadly. Reality kept it to a red-carpeted event. Where he had to act professional. Lead you accordingly, and restrain himself on every level possible. It took all his effort to not just call an Uber and take you in nearest love-hotel.

After mingling before the show, it was time for the awards. You took your seat next to each other. As the event played on, with various performances, you felt something being thrown into your cleavage. You looked down, spotting popcorn. Turning a cheek, you saw a group of young men laughing. Making comments about your breasts, and high-fiving one another when they 'made the shot'.

Kayn noticed. And boy, was he about to lose his shit during a performance speech. You placed a hand against his chest, whispering for him not to make a scene, and not allow the clowns to hurt his reputation. Fine—he wouldn't commit a crime. But he would show them who they were fucking with.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling any lewd noises. Kayn planted his face in your cleavage, biting and licking your chest. He took up all the popcorn, and spat it out the guys like buttered bullets. They jumped with looks of disgust, cursing under their breaths about how damn crazy he was. With a final growl, they scurried away.

Kayn cackled, and you had to shush him when Yone leaned back in his chair and gave a look.

an: holy shiii tysvm for this req. @ccraccz! you're a genius. pls keep stalking my page *smooches you* sadly i have to break this up into two parts, since I wasn't expecting to make it so long??? lmfao??? pls stay tuned for part 2

[dani-says-stuff]

The Art of Distraction

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❥ Back to the Control Center

❥ Nate Hardy Masterlist

- couldn't wait to bulk post, i'm actually pretty proud of this one

- i didn't end up using the exact line/prompt in the request because it didnt really fit, but it's similar enough for the point to get across

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Nate Hardy x fem!reader

Summary: Based on this request

i tried lol, i dont know if it's as spicy as you were hoping it to be, but i packed it with extra stuff just incase that part came out super cringy.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: cringe, suggestive(?), mentions of a haunting that i completely made up for background, very very loosely based on the witch's forest video, inconsistent capitalization, my usual grammar warning... i dont think theres anything bad in here but to be honest i cant really remember

Dialogue Key: Probably dont even need this, but just for consistancy

Y/N

Nate

couldnt really find a great gif for this fic, but i think its funny so im dropping it here.

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It had been a few hours since you had returned home and you'd yet to stop shaking. You'd been on investigations with Nate and the boys in the past, but this one in particular threw you way more than you thought it would. 

For the entire car ride back home, the events wouldn't stop rapidly flicking through your mind. Nate's arm resting on the console and his hand softly placed on your thigh did little to ground you as it normally did. The thought of reaching down and intertwining your fingers as you'd done many times before didn't even come to mind, your hands too busy picking at your sleeves to do anything else. 

Dark midnight skies barely visible through clusters of twisted curling tree branches. 

Thick wooden trunks placed around you like a maze, they all looked the same no matter which direction you went. 

Dry dirt and bits of gravel kicking up in clouds behind you, scraping up the backs of your legs from the speed at which you were running. 

Branches strewn across the overgrown path splitting and cracking loudly beneath your feet. 

Your throat, raw from screaming out to the boys. 

Your heartbeat, deafening in your ears. 

Nate's one-sided conversation through the duration of the ride back barely made its way to your ears, it felt like you were underwater or your ears were stuffed with cotton.

The only thing you could hear clearly was the memory of your own panicked screams earlier that night. 

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It had started just as any other investigation had, and for the first time in a while, it wasn't happening in a building. 

The first half of the video held a strangely nostalgic vibe. In the days of a better quality Sam and Colby channel, where they were now able to book the big shot hauntings and go to different countries with loads of equipment, would sit a small video similar to those of their early days.

They were once again investigating an area that wasn't highly publicized, the only ones to know of it being the eager locals with decades of ghost stories to share. 

It was said that there was a witch who lived deep within the forest many centuries ago. She dwelled in a quaint cottage where she would practice her spells and hexes... or at least that's how the villagers of the time saw her.

It didn't matter that the woman was in the woods alone because her family had all perished from sickness.

It didn't matter that she was cooking up the same herbal home remedies as everyone else.

When the drought came and wiped out the village crops but the witch's garden in the woods flourished due to the untouched aquifer beneath her land, they were furious.

It was said that they marched upon her house late one night, torches and pitchforks held high, enraged at the witch in the woods. They yelled, taunting her to emerge so they could take her into the small town square. When she refused, they tossed their torches at the structure, laughter overpowering the screams of the woman inside as the house was engulfed in flame. 

It was thought to be an old wives tale, the witch deep in the woods brooding silently as she worked on enchantments was hardly anything new. It was simply a story passed down from parent to child in hopes of keeping the energetic children from venturing off too far on their own. 

But then they started finding things.

The ruins of a small house, a foundation of stone left behind in the middle of the forest.

Old, hand-made historic brick, placed in a careful circle like the makings of a well.

The bones found throughout the property, most likely scattered by animals and winds over time.

With the influx of people from the small town once again venturing into the forest, it was only natural that the witch would awaken. 

So, you all ventured into the woods with no more than a flashlight each, a spirit box, and a REM pod to see if you would be able to communicate with the spirit of the witch that haunted the woods.

When the sun set was when everything went wrong.

The REM pod began going off rapidly, pointing in every direction, no clear responses being drawn from the item. The spirit box chirped to life despite never being turned on, spouting one word.

Run. 

Branches cracked from close behind you, startling your group of four to do exactly that. 

You made it a few feet when you tripped over something cold and solid, just tall enough to catch the end of your shoe as you ran. Your flashlight tumbled from your hand, rolling across the ground to show two very terrifying things. 

One, the lack of the three boys running along behind you, meaning that you had managed to run off in a different direction than they had. You were now completely alone in the forest that was difficult to navigate in a group. 

Two, a short stone wall standing before you, encapsulating the leafy floor you were splayed across. You had managed to run straight into the remains of the cottage. 

If matters couldn't get any worse, the very thing commonly experienced by those who ventured to this area happened to you. It was said that if you ventured onto her land, the witch would drain the power of your devices and most often—the batteries of your flashlights.

Any sort of light brought near the ruins in the dead of night would be promptly snuffed out, assumingly because of the tragedy that occurred the last time beacons of light were brought to the location. 

Your flashlight began to flicker. 

Once.

Twice. 

And then the light was gone, submerging you completely in the stale darkness of night. 

Everything after that was a blur, all you could comprehend were the quick flashes terrorizing your mind. 

Dark midnight skies.

Clusters of twisted tree branches. 

A wooden maze of towering trees. 

Dry dirt and bits of gravel stinging your legs. 

Burning muscles. 

Overgrown paths.

Panicked screams of both you and Nate as you scrambled blindly through the wood. 

Your heartbeat pounding in your head.

Just as it felt like you were running aimlessly then, you felt as if you could make no progress now. 

No matter how far you ran—no matter how much time had passed—you stayed terrified. 

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Both bedside lamps were on as you burrowed yourself under countless layers of blankets and sheets, your body curled in a tight ball. After all, if your blankets are covering you, the monster under the bed doesn't know you are there.

All that peaked out from the fluffy mass on the bed were your eyes, gaze solely focused on the Disney movie you'd turned on moments before, proving to yourself that witches aren't really as scary as they appear.

Good always wins and bad things can't reach you. 

Nate entered the room about fifteen minutes into your movie, hair still damp from the shower and one of your favorite shirts of his draped over his shoulders. It was an old T-shirt from who knows how long ago, but it was soft from wear and one of the most comforting things in the world to have pressed against your skin when he pulled you into his chest at night. 

His eyebrows furrowed at your eyes, wide and alert, quickly darting to him when he entered the bedroom, "Babe?" he spoke softly, slowly approaching and kneeling down by the bedside, fishing for your hand beneath the blankets, "Are you ok?" 

His eyes were sincere and brimming with worry as he looked upon you, gaze scanning over what he could see of you, assessing any damage that may have occurred in the brief time he left you alone.

You nodded slowly, eyes abandoning the movie and choosing to find solace in him instead. 

Once deeming you in no worse condition than he left you in, his head moved finally noticing the laptop perched on the mattress and the movie that previously held your attention playing out on the screen. 

A teasing smirk graced his features, "Really?"

Heat rose to your cheeks and you somehow managed to descend deeper into your cocoon. Your words were muffled by the comforter blocking the lower half of your face, "I needed to get my mind off of it." Nate laughed quietly at your explanation making you double down out of embarrassment, "I needed something to distract me so I could sleep." 

"A Disney movie?" he spoke, equal parts teasing and condescending. 

"What?" you whined rolling your eyes at him, "It always worked when I was younger." 

He hummed, standing up and plucking the laptop from the bed, quickly shutting it off and placing it to the side despite your protests. 

"Well," Nate spoke, waggling his eyebrows at you a few times in order to get you to laugh, "now you don't need 'em."  

You raised a single eyebrow, scanning him skeptically, "Why's that?" 

"Because," he trailed off, leaning to press a loving kiss to your forehead, "I'm going to be the best damn distraction you've ever seen."

"Oh really?" 

He hummed again, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You tilted your head slightly to the side with wide puppy dog eyes staring up at him, not quite getting what he was implying, "And how exactly are you going to do that?" 

Nate pulled the covers down to your chin with a soft, lovesick smile, "Like this." he whispered, finally placing a kiss on your lips. 

Your eyes fluttered closed, a warmth flooding your body unlike the one gained from the blankets. This was a warmth that came from the innermost parts of your soul, igniting each and every nerve, setting them on fire. 

He slowly peeled back the blankets to reveal your form, arms covered with goosebumps from the stark temperature difference flew up to wrap around his neck the second they were released, fingers sinking into his hair. His own arms swiftly moved around your waist, pulling your bodies even closer as he moved onto the bed hovering over you, never once daring to break the kiss. 

The only time his lips left yours where when they moved to trace your jawline and trail down your neck leaving you breathless. 

He moved across your skin, leaving a tapestry of red and purple in his wake, painting your skin the same colors as the fireworks dancing behind your eyelids. With your mind focused on him, there was no room to think of anything else, he moved in a way that you couldn't fathom wanting to think of anything else. 

His hands dipped lower and lower, teasing beneath the hemming of your sleepshirt and caressing your warm skin.

He leaned back, removing his lips from you after what felt like hours, pupils blown wide and a loving, lustful haze clouding over his eyes. 

The only reason he parted was to drag the shirt up off your body with his own quickly following suit to be thrown blindly into a corner, lips hungrily returning to your own the minute the barrier was gone. 

He held your attention fully until the sun breached the horizon line, chasing the moon and darkness of night away as it found its rightful place up in the sky. The night was over, any thoughts you had of terrible twisting branches and evil witches dissolved in the light of morning—at least the ones that hadn't been valiantly chased away by your very own knight in shining armor. 

You lay in bed beneath the single bedsheet, head resting against Nate's chest as he absentmidedly traced shapes across your back, humming a random melody as he did so. The warm light of day breaching through the cracks of the drawn curtains, bathing your tangled limbs in soft gold. 

He was right, you didn't need to distract yourself with the technicolor animations of your childhood. You didn't need to dull your senses with endless hours of princes and princesses saving the day anymore. 

Not when you had your very own fairytale sitting right in front of you, ready and waiting to do whatever it takes to give you your happy ending. 

With that thought and a sweet smile gracing your lips you closed your eyes, finally able to get some sleep.