#They're holding hands behind those legs lol

[kasdim]

Movie night

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[d3arapril]

[reup] birthday girl | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x f!reader word count: 4.6k warnings/tags: alcohol consumption (they're tipsy), switch!paige, oral (r!receiving), fingering (p&r!receiving), sex toys (p!receiving), spit, language, assplay (r!receiving) ᡣ𐭩 as many of u are aware i accidentally deleted my account - luckily i have managed to recover this gem! if you're thinking hm i swear i used to follow her - YOU DID! please re-join me on this journey and please re-indulge yourselves in this dirtiness for BDB PB's birthday. reblogs are appreciated more than ever given the circumstances lol ! :D love u all x

You sway slightly on your feet, the alcohol making your head feel lighter than it should as you fumble to light the candle on the heart-shaped cake. Your socks shuffle on the cool kitchen tiles, the slight friction grounding you as you flick at the lighter.

"Need help?" Azzi peeks over your shoulder to watch you flick at the lighter. When the small flame finally ignites, you both let out a victorious "Ah!"

"Nope," you pop the p, turning to smile at your friend. "I got it!"

You'd organised a small get together with close friends for Paige's birthday at her request. Not too much, she'd insisted when you'd first asked her what she wanted to do. So, of course, you made a list of those she actually liked and invited them over.

Now, you're standing behind Azzi as she leads you out of the kitchen and shuts off the lights. You hold the cake up with both hands, lips in a tight line as you focus on holding it steady. Admittedly, you'd all had a bit more to drink than originally planned. Tiktok's were filmed, drinking games were played and shots were consumed.

The girls break out into an out of tune rendition of happy birthday as soon as you enter the room, toothy grin plastered across your face when you lock eyes with Paige. She's smiling right back at you and although the room is dark you can just make out the blush on her cheeks.

She blows out the candle and her index finger swipes through the icing decorating the edge of the cake. She sucks it into her mouth, eyes still trained on yours. "Mm," she makes a noise in her throat. "Tastes good."

It's almost like slow motion, the way her mouth closes and her tongue comes out to lick at her lips. It's all you can focus on– her. You shake it off, not letting yourself get lost in the moment in front of all of your friends. You place the cake down onto the table and just like that the party continues, more drinks are poured and the night wears on.

A few hours later, most of the girls have called it a night. Now, it's just you, Paige, Azzi, Kayla and Kk remaining. You're squished between Paige and Kayla on the couch, Paige's right leg slung over yours. You're trying your best to listen to the conversation going on around you, but the mere feeling of Paige's skin on yours makes it harder to concentrate.

"You want another?" Paige’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. She gestures to the red cup loosely clutched in your hand.

You glance down at it and shake your head. "Nah, I’m good. I think I’d actually like to remember tonight," you say with a chuckle.

Paige laughs softly, her hand giving your thigh a playful squeeze. "Smart move." She turns to Kayla, nudging her gently. "What about you? Tapping out?"

Kayla glances at her phone, her eyes widening slightly as she reads the time—1:29 AM. "Wow– I didn't realise it was that late." Kayla yawns as she stands up, ruffling at Paige's hair. "It's not your birthday anymore, Bueckers."

"It's still my day, though." Paige pouts, leaning her head back to look at Kayla. Always such a big baby.

"Yeah, yeah, birthday girl," Kayla laughs, ruffling Paige’s hair before heading to the door. She glances over at Azzi, who’s now half-asleep, sprawled across Kk’s lap. "You guys heading out too?"

Azzi and Kk exchange tired glances before they, too, gather their things. After a round of group hugs, the door finally closes, leaving you and Paige alone in the now-quiet living room. You survey the aftermath; red cups litter the floor, empty bottles are stacked haphazardly on the coffee table.

“Jeez,” you mutter, shaking your head at the mess. “This’ll be fun to clean up tomorrow.”

Paige hums in agreement, her arms suddenly wrapping around your waist from behind you. She pulls you back against her, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I had a good night,” she says softly, her breath tickling your ear. “Thank you.”

"No need to thank me," you smile. "I had fun, too. Did you have a good birthday?"

"The best," her arms squeeze you a little tighter, nose nudging at your cheek. You lean back into her, hands covering her own. "Thank you baby."

"Anything for you," you smile, tilting your neck back to look at her.

"Really?" her head tilts towards you as she presses a kiss to your cheek.

"Always."

She hums, her hands sliding down to your hips, squeezing gently as she leans in closer. "Not to be greedy," there's a pause as she gives you another squeeze, lips ghosting down your neck. "But where's my gift?"

Paige grins against your neck, the curve of her lips brushing your skin. “Maybe,” she murmurs before her teeth lightly nip at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

"You gonna give me something good?"

Her lips are against your pulse point now, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth. A sigh escapes your lips and you reach your hands up and back, fingers tangling in her hair. Paige's hands roam your body, trailing up and down your sides before one cups at your breast.

"Paige," you moan softly, her name escaping your lips as her mouth finds yours. The kiss is slow and deep, both of you still tasting faintly of vodka and cherry, the alcohol mixing with the heat between you. Her hand cups your jaw, angling your face just right as the kiss intensifies.

She pulls away first, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. Her breathing is ragged, voice low as she pants, "Bedroom."

Your fingers interlock with hers, feet padding softly against the floor as she leads you down the hallway. Her thumb rubs soft circles into the back of your hand and it's a subtle reminder of how much she loves you.

Paige stops outside of her bedroom door and pauses. Her eyes are soft and there's a smile gracing her lips. "What?" you smile back, free hand reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Nothing, just." her hand lifts and squeezes your wrist. "I really love you, s'all."

You roll your eyes, playfully. "You're such a sap,"

"You gonna let this sap eat your pussy, orrrr..?" she smirks as she drags out the word, opening the door to her room and pulling you in. She pushes it shut behind you, tipsy fingers fumbling with the lock.

The room is surprisingly bright, the main light still on from when Paige must've last been in there. "You left the light on," you say monotonously which earns you an eye roll from Paige. She doesn't respond, just flicks her head towards the bed as an instruction for you to get over there.

"Someone's eager." you grin, walking backwards until the back of your legs hit her bed.

"Mhm," Paige hums, stepping closer to you. She pauses for a moment, as though she's figuring out her next move. "Turn over."

Your knees are weak as you flip yourself over, resting on your hands and knees. She wastes no time, making quick work of pulling your leggings and panties down your thighs. She lets out a moan at the sight of you, exposed and waiting.

"Damn," she mumbles under her breath, hand running along the curve of your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. "Now this is a birthday cake."

Your head drops between your shoulders, laughter shaking your frame. "Wow, P. That's corny."

"Shut up," she's giggling, too, but there's a tone of authority in her voice. The sound of her kneeling behind you is audible and the feeling of her presence looming over you is enough to keep you quiet.

Her hands grip at your ass again and squeeze, nails digging into the soft skin. Your fingers curl into the sheets, a gasp leaving your lips. A stray finger traces a pattern across the dimples in your lower back, lower, lower until it brushes over the puckered hole you're both yet to try. Yeah, she's pressed her thumb against it more times than she'd like to admit but she's never 'breached the surface' as she'd say.

"You gonna let me have here?" she leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to the base of your spine. "It is my birthday, after all."

You hesitate, hand letting go of the sheets to reach back for her. "What about you?"

Paige squeezes at your forearm, "I'll get mine, don't worry."

She moves your arm back down beside you, hands coming to rest on either side of your ass. She pulls your cheeks apart, breath warm against you. "Can I?"

You moan out a yes, dropping your forehead against the mattress. Paige wastes no time, head dipping down and licking a fat stripe up your pussy, tongue sliding between your folds. She's sloppy, spit mixing with the slick that now coats her chin. She's moaning into you and you wish you could see how this looked from the outside.

You're shaking in front of her, fingers twisting and tugging at the sheets. She pulls away for a second, gathers the mixture of her spit and your juices in her mouth and spits it back onto you. She rubs it in with her thumb, digit ghosting over the ring of muscle.

"Fuck, Paige," you groan, shaking hand blindly reaching back to pull her closer, push her away- you weren't even sure at this point.

The girl hums, thumb stilling. "You want me to put it in?

You nod, cheek flat against the mattress.

"Speak to me."

"Please, please." you beg.

"Please what?"

"Fuck," you groan, inhibitions leaving your body. "Do anything, please. Eat my pussy–my ass, please, please–" You're so desperate you can barely even recognise your own voice.

"Relax baby," Paige coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your ass cheek. "I got you."

You feel her pull away and you're about to protest, kick your feet out at her and cuss her out until you feel her shuffling around on the bed behind you. You use the little strength you have remaining to push your head off of the bed and you see her lying on her back, half of her body hanging off of the bed. Damp fingers squeeze at your ass, dragging you back just enough so your pussy is directly over her mouth.

She's back at it like she never left, sucking your clit into her mouth and massaging her tongue over it. Her thumb finds home against your ass again, pressing against your hole as her tongue teases over your folds. The pressure is immense, the tip of her thumb slipping past the tight ring of muscle and you choke on air. You're not sure if it's a good or bad thing that you can't breathe, everything in you constricting, heart hammering against your chest.

You press against the mattress and hold yourself up, now fully kneeling over Paige. You brush the blonde strands from her face, your girlfriend's eyes fluttering open to lock onto yours. As soon as you make eye contact you hear feel her moan into your pussy, thumb sliding an inch deeper.

Your hips grind against her at their own accord, fingers now knotted in Paige's hair as you moan out into the cool air of her room. Your stomach tenses, thighs working overtime to hold you up. The chord in your stomach grows tighter and you open your mouth to warn Paige that you're about to cum but your words get lost in the mess of moans and pants and incoherent syllables.

It washes over you like a tidal wave, orgasm rattling your entire body. Paige moans into you the entire time, tongue messily sliding over your pussy as she laps you up. Her thumb leaves your ass with a pop and she presses her head back into the mattress just enough to be able to breathe out a "You good?"

Shaking legs shuffle you down her body until you're sat on her stomach, grimacing at the stickiness between your thighs. Paige can't help the laugh that leaves her, hands rubbing up the fronts of your thighs as she takes you in.

"You look fucked."

"Well," you pinch at her side, "You fucked me good, birthday girl."

She wiggles her eyebrows at that, hands leaving your thighs to grip at your ass cheeks. She squeezes, tongue licking around her lips. Her lids flutter shut as she tastes the remnants of you against her, lashes fluttering against her cheek.

You watch her silently from above, fingers trailing across her chest. Her shirt sticks to her skin slightly, sweat beading across her body. "Want this off?"

She nods, eyes opening. "Please."

You clamber off her and watch as she pulls the shirt over her head, throwing it into a random corner of her room. Her sports bra follows and she mindlessly rubs her hands over her chest, grateful she's no longer constricted by the material.

"So," you start, pushing her back by her shoulder and ghosting your lips across her nipple. She's flat against the bed again and you're perched beside her, ass up and feet kicking out as your tongue peeks out to lick at the sensitive nub. "How do you plan on 'getting yours'?"

You recite the words she'd said to you earlier and she snickers, back arching slightly when you suck her nipple into your mouth. "I got something-" she sucks in a breath when your teeth bite into the swell of her breast, pink mark left in their wake. "Something in the drawer."

Your eyebrows perk up at that, leaving one last kiss against her tit as you climb off the bed and saunter towards her bedside drawer. You pull open the rickety drawer and there's a purple wand staring right back at you.

You turn back to look at her, watching as she shuffles up the bed, head now resting on the pillows. "How long have you had this?"

Paige shrugs, a smug look on her face. "Got it a couple days ago. A gift from me, to me."

You fish it out of the drawer and inspect it, it's fairly heavy- three heart shaped buttons on the purple rubber handle. "Have you used it?"

"Nah," she taps her fingers against her stomach, nonchalant. "Wanted to use it with you."

You let out a hum of approval, turning back to face her. She's propped herself up on her elbows, legs bent at the knee and open. Her thighs are spread wide, fabric of her navy shorts stretching across the expanse of the muscle.

You sit at the end of the bed, turning the toy on and letting it vibrate against the palm of your hand. "It's intense," you muse, not able to mask the smile growing on your features. "Did you deliberately choose this?"

Paige's blush deepens, feet kicking out to hit your thigh. "Shut up, no."

You can't help but laugh at her, crawling forward and leaning down to press a kiss just above her bellybutton. She's watching you carefully, waiting to see what you're going to do.

"This is new," you say, watching the way her breathing changes with every gentle touch. "I usually have to work to get you like this, but you're so–" you bite down on her skin, letting her feel the dull ache before sucking at the mark. "Are you becoming needier in your old age?"

"Fuck you," she spits, but there's no real venom in her words. Her abs are drawn tight and she's got her hands fisted by her sides; she's clearly desperate. "It's my birthday, be nice."

"Need I remind you," you flick the waistband of her shorts and boxers against her skin, pulling at them slightly to hint at her to lift her hips. She does as you wish and you slide them off of her, abandoning them at the end of the bed. "It's not your birthday anymore."

Paige makes a sound in the back of her throat, hips raising as she tries to get you to touch her. She's been on the edge since she saw you walking towards her with that cake in your hands, the amount of love you have for her so evident in your expression that it drove her fucking insane. She feels her entire body burning up, thighs shaking as her hands clutch at the sheets.

You settle comfortably between her legs, head dipping down to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"What do you want me to do? I'll let you pick, my treat."

She rolls her eyes at that, breath shaky as she answers. "Use the thing."

You lean forward, lips ghosting over hip bone. You breathe out a laugh, tongue licking against the skin. "The thing? Like the movie?"

You feel Paige tug at your hair, an annoyed whine leaving her throat. "Stop fucking with me, please."

That's enough to satisfy you, dipping down lower to place a chaste kiss against her clit. She sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling, hips canting up to catch your mouth. Your tongue peeks out to lay flat against it, slowly moving your head up and down to provide just enough friction to make Paige's toes curl.

"Fuck," she breathes out, head tilted back against the pillow. "Need more."

Your right hand blindly fumbles around the bed for the wand, left hand now busy rubbing slow circles into her clit with your thumb. Her abs ripple, chest heaving from the feeling of it all. It's so much, yet nowhere near enough at the same time.

As soon as you press the on button the toy springs to life again, loud vibrations humming out into the air of the room. It almost makes your entire arm shake from how intense it is but you prevail, sitting up slightly to trail it between the valley of her breasts.

"What're you-" Paige cuts herself off, the both of you not able to contain your laughter because she sounds like some sort of fucked up robot when she speaks, the vibrations distorting her voice.

"Just," you lift the toy away from her chest to press a kiss to her lips, both of you smiling against each other. "Relax, enjoy it babe."

You trail the wand further down her body, letting it rest just above her clit. Her hips tilt up again, head lolling forward so she can watch. Your free hand presses against her stomach, keeping her flat to the bed.

"I said, relax."

"I am relaxed."

You scoff, not giving in to her attitude. You keep the wand where it is, just out of reach from where she needs it most. You move the hand from her stomach and let your fingers tickle against her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Your fingertip trails against her folds and, as you expected, she's soaked. It wasn't too often you'd swap roles like this, let her fully relax whilst you took control of the reigns but you knew she enjoyed this. Loves letting you do whatever you want to her.

You let a single finger dip between her folds, sliding up, down and then sinking inside of her. It's not much of a stretch from how wet she is, slides in easily. You pump the singular finger in and out slowly, eyes trained on Paige's face.

She's got her eyes screwed shut, head still lolled on her shoulder. Her eyebrows are furrowed, lips in a slight pout. You hover the vibrator just above her clit and when you press it down against her, her eyes shoot open and eyebrows raise in shock.

"Holy shit," she gasps, one hand wrapping around your wrist whilst the other shoots up to grab at the pillow beside her. "That's– fucking hell."

Her mouth is wide open, tongue hanging out just the tiniest bit in a daze. The room is filled with the sounds of the toy and her moans, her hips lifting off of the bed to chase the sensation. You press the wand down harder, letting it buzz against her clit. You can feel it vibrating through your arm and the vibrations are strong, making you wonder just how powerful it is. You make a note to get her to use it on you, next time.

You move the toy against her in slow circles, slipping another finger into her pussy and curling them up. "Good?"

Paige's chest is flushed, heaving with each deep breath she takes. It's almost like she doesn't know what to do with herself, head tipping back to the pillow and then tossing to the side. "Yeah," she breathes out, voice hoarse. "Good."

Your thumb reaches up to press at one of the buttons to increase the intensity, vibrations now pulsing against her. She whines, high pitched and strained as it all becomes too much. Your fingers curl faster inside of her, the squelching from her pussy just audible over the vibrations from the wand.

Her hips tilt up faster, feet slipping against the mattress as she chases the feeling. If she could see herself she'd be embarrassed by how easily she's succumbed to the pleasure, scrambling against the bed pathetically. She can't think straight, only able to focus on the feeling of her orgasm approaching.

"It's-" she can barely get her words out, sweat making her body glisten. You watch her with a smirk on your face, satisfied. "I think-"

"What's wrong, babe?"

Paige's eyes are rolled back in her head, head tipped back and neck on show. There's a blue vein stretching across the length of her neck and you find yourself leaning over her and dragging your tongue against it. Paige jumps at the feeling, broken moan leaving her chest. The hand that was wrapped around your wrist moves to your shoulder, blunt nails biting against your skin.

You're still moving the toy in slow circles, rubbing it against her clit. Paige is moaning, groaning- gravelly noises leaving her throat as the hand on your shoulder moves to your hair. She moves her head to face you, watery eyes boring into your own.

"Gonna cum," she whispers against your lips, barely audible over the noise from the toy. "Fucking–feel it in my chest."

You bite at her bottom lip, teeth pulling at her pout. Your nose presses against hers as you watch her unravel, watch a tear spill from her eye and drip down her cheek. "Yeah, birthday girl?"

Your fingers speed up, curling so quickly you fear they might end up cramping. Your wrist begins to ache from holding the toy, too but you keep going because it's all worth seeing your girlfriend like this.

The blonde lets out a combination between a cry and a moan, thighs squeezing around you and keeping you trapped as she cums. The vibrator slips a little from how wet she's become but you're quick to put it back in place.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she's chanting out to nobody in particular, thighs tightening and feet kicking against your back. You let her do it, let it happen as she goes silent. You feel it before you hear it, her hips rolling up and thighs shaking against you as she floods your fingers, and then- "I'm fucking-fucking cumming, oh shittttt."

The words leave her through gritted teeth, fingers finding their way under your shirt to scratch against your skin. You lean back to watch her in all her glory; head craned back against the pillow, nipples hard and hair matted against her forehead.

Your fingers slip out of her first and you sit them on your tongue, licking around them and moaning from the taste. You turn the vibrator off and chuck it beside Paige who is breathing so heavily you think she might pass out, eyes closed and lips dry.

You rub a comforting hand against her thigh, a soft touch to keep her grounded. You cast a glance down to her pussy and you can see the wet patch underneath her on the bed, dark and soaking into the cotton sheets.

"Wow," is all she says, body relaxing against the bed. Her eyes open and she softly smiles as soon as she sees you, shaking hand resting atop of your own. "Happy birthday to me."

You opt to lay beside her, leg kicked over her thighs with your head resting on her shoulder. "Feeling okay?"

"Honestly," she tucks her chin in to look down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Best birthday gift ever."

"Doesn't count if you brought it for yourself, though." you counter, tilting up to look at her. You catch her rolling her eyes at you, the hand she'd settled around your waist digging in below your ribs.

"'Kay, where's my gift from you then?"

"Don't be greedy, Bueckers." you tease sliding out from beside her and walking towards where your bag was abandoned several hours ago. Paige lets out a whistle as she watches your ass as you walk away from her, rolling onto her side.

"Where you goin'?"

You ignore her, rummaging through your back to look for the jewellery box you'd so carefully wrapped last weekend. Much to relief you find it still intact and spin around, holding it behind your back as you saunter back towards Paige. You make sure to grab her clothes on the way, throwing them in her direction.

She raises an eyebrow at you, pulling just her boxers back up over her legs and an oversized t-shirt over her head. You do the same, keeping the box in your hand as you put her shorts on.

"A gift for little old me?"

You have to resist rolling your eyes at her, crouching down so you're at the same height. You hold the small box between you both and hold your gaze with Paige, watching as her eyes light up in anticipation.

"I remember looking at them a while ago," you start, thumb stroking against the patterned paper. "So I got 'em."

Paige frowns, unsure of what you're talking about. She takes the box from you, unsteady fingers pulling at the wrapping paper. She discards the paper beside her on the bed and opens up the box slowly, eyes widening when she sees what's inside.

"You didn't-"

"Don't say a word." you cut her off, knowing she was about to go on a spiel about how she didn't deserve this, how you shouldn't have spent the money, blah blah blah.

"How did you remember?" there's a hint of shock in her voice, as though she couldn't believe you'd remember something that she thought was so insignificant.

You smile at her, taking the box from her and pulling out one of the rings. They're just two simple silver bands with a small heart etched on the inside; nothing too flashy but you vividly remember Paige fawning over them in the store. "We should get matching," she'd suggested to you, nothing but a passing comment.

The ring slides onto her finger with ease and you thank the Gods above that you'd picked the right size. "Feels like we're gettin' married," she snickers, holding her hand up to admire the ring. "Lemme put it on you."

"Nuh-uh!" you whip your hand away from her, wiggling your fingers in the air. "I need to wash my hands after your little performance."

Paige laughs, shoving at your shoulder with no malice. She stands up from the bed, groaning from the ache in her legs. She wraps hand around your arm and pulls you up and into a hug.

"I love you," she mumbles against your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "Thank you, for everything."

You pull back slightly, scratching at the nape of her neck.

"I love you too," you lean in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Happy birthday, baby."

[simpjaes]

I honestly can’t remember if you’ve done this I think you might have I tried checking but my tumbler is kinda a fit funky but like basically it’s like what kind of content Enhypen would post on their twitter with their girl

hyung line + posting nsfw with u on twitter

☆ jay:

faceless fingering and spanking videos. caters to those who want to imagine whoever, but also doesn't want everyone getting off to him or his girl. just wants people to get off to what the two of you do that no one else knows about. he doesn't talk in the videos but definitely lends little grunts if you start moaning. never any full penetration, mostly, probably, just clips of him holding you from behind to reach around and finger you with your legs open. And ofc, videos of you bent over his lap as he swells those cheeks up under his hands. That good shit, that teasing shit. probably drives the followers fucking insane with it too. also, he doesn't follow anyone back lol and occasionally will tweet daddy-like things but they're more towards you than the followers, he'd never tell them that tho.

★ jake:

solo moaning audios and jerk off videos at first. when he gets with u and starts posting full on, full-length fuck videos with you, his fans get like, rly mad lol. which would only make him post more with little captions like "jealous :P?" they stop being so mad when he posts pussy eating videos, or videos where you're letting him hump all up on your thighs. 100% all the femdoms follow you guys, praise you, degrade him etc. honestly, he's probably more of the focus in the videos than you are, until his friends get a hold of it anyway and start making anonymous burner accounts to request seeing him spit in your pussy lol

☆ sunghoon:

rarely videos, but almost always still shots. aesthetic shots in the early morning sun or vibe-lights late at night. His hands always groping a fleshy part of you for all of the pervs to wish the image was a video. Pics of his cock splitting your pussy lips open, even more pics of the lower half of your faces drooling all over each other. he posts that passionate shit, the ones people rt with a "me and who??" if he were to do videos, it would be 100% thigh fucking, blow job, head pushing, and maybe a few of raw pussy on cock grinding. those would probably be more for special occasions, like holidays or follower milestones. def doesn't make money off it tho. prides himself in knowing everyone wants to watch him and his girl play <3

★ heeseung:

he would have no shame. posting tweets like "send me money and ill post my girl struggling to take it all" and posting pics with his dick on your tongue, with you all covered in cum :/ would probably post full on videos but only previews. like 10-15 second clips that loop to get people to pay for more. would probably fuck you in ways people ask him to in private. like the two of you would 100% make money together on twitter, re-making accounts every few months bc people keep reporting the account lol doesn't hide his face either, or yours. humiliation and praise is probably huuuuuuuge. he def blocks ppl if fans ask him to be submissive for once. real life friends def know about the account too lmfao, he does not care if his bros see how he fucks his girl

[n0tamused]

HELLO I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT I REMEMBERED WHAT THE REQUEST WAS ABOUT ok here we go

How do you think Ratio would be with a really touch-starved s/o but hides because they're too shy?

Maybe Ratio would notice whenever he would touch reader but not really understand if something's wrong but the reader on the inside is freaking out like "omg omg he's touching me act cool act cool"

But the eventually it gets so much that Ratio asks what's wrong, and reader tells him, and maybe after that reader finally sets free and is very touchy (hugs, touches, and bites) with Ratio to the point that even he gets a bit flustered

Thank you in advance 🙏

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A/n: Hii! Thank you for stopping by again and leaving the request. This time it came in lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Contents: Dr. Ratio x GN Reader, fluff, both of y'all are touch starved, headcanon format

-Busy schedules and fleeting touches seems to be the best descriptor to your current state of relationship with Veritas. The former was always there, both of you were busy in truth, and those times you got to yourselves were all the more precious. The latter was something you were trying to branch into something more, yet felt too scared to do so.

-Perhaps the word scared wouldn’t be the best word to use, but it felt so unnatural to want it, yet wanting it all the same. To hold him and be held, to hold his hand and kiss his knuckles, to snuggle up to him on the couch or to rest your head on his shoulder and read off the pages he was reading. It never was a necessity, but rather a small, aching itch underneath your skin

-And under your skin is where it stayed and boiled and cooled down and ached. At times you’d flush at the thought of all these sweet things happening, but when it came to acting upon them, not only were you tongue tied but also incapable of movement by the looks of it

-At best it could be annoying

-Both of you advocated for clear communication, no beating around the bush and no nonsense, so why haven’t you brought this small need up to Ratio? He’d surely understand. In the end, he was human as well, and you knew that better than anyone else. So what’s holding you back?

-You can’t find the answer to that question. You leave it to the back of your mind.

-While PDA isn’t something high on Ratio’s list at all, he indulges in small touches behind closed doors much more than one may think. If you’re sitting together on the couch and you’re close enough, he’d have your legs over his lap and he’d run his hands up and down your shin, sometimes soothing the knots in the muscles of your legs, other times his hand just rests there. He moves you out of the way by placing his hand on your hips and moving you carefully to make more room for him to pass by, this often happens in the kitchen in the early mornings where you’re still droopy eyed and sluggish. Other times its him brushing the tips of his fingers across your jawline before sleep, or when he is walking past you he gives you a deep, much more tender look - a warm look. He smiles with his eyes more than anything..

-There were times you thought he was wordlessly asking for you to hold his hand, but you summed that up to your own selfish desires and not something he wanted. You were clearly imagining things. 

-But as time went on, Ratio couldn’t get it out of his head - your odd behavior when he did indulge in more intimate sides of the relationship. The flush of your cheeks, the uncharacteristic nervousness, the widened eyes, the sudden jumpiness and the fidgeting of your hands and shuffling of feet. To some extent it worried him, and to a greater extent it confused him. You were clearly flustered, but what if there was something underlying, fear perhaps? Now that worried him..

-As soon as it began to gnaw on his mind he asked you about it. ‘What is wrong? Is something wrong?’

-Oh, if you could flush harder you would. The world seemed to get another mute for a few heartbeats, and then that mute began to stammer and trip over words like they were speaking for the first time in a millenia.

-You want more affection but don’t know how to approach him? Touch-starved? 

-Why didn’t you just.. say so? -He is more mind boggled about that than anything else. He knew you were touch starved, he knows you, but the reason he never went out of his way to give you too much affection is because he was still feeling around the boundaries of your relationship, didn’t want to make your comfortable and he didn’t want to taste anything unknown to him as well, not yet. He loves you, but he won’t rush the relationship. 

-After a lengthy conversation about intimacy, pda, cuddles and snuggles, the proverbial knot of tension in your body dissipated, the tension lessened significantly. 

-So you indulge yourself now, still somewhat shy and new to openly showing affection, but he never turned you down unless work called and he needed his alone time. He always held your hand back, patted your head, kissed your knuckles, hugged you longer, and more often now - you found your head in his lap much more frequently, his hands combing through your hair, massaging your scalp. You began leaving fleeting kisses over his jaw or cheeks, and the first time you did it he earned a faint blush across his cheeks. It was just surprising, he said as he coughed into his hand.

-He almost glares at you to steel himself when he sees you standing next to him with that signature look in his eyes that says you’re about to smother him in some quick kisses. It’s a jest of course, he loves the affection though - he’s still getting used to it all along with you.

-You will find yourself getting kissed much more often too, around the house or even in public - although that is much more rare - but he’d kiss your cheek or forehead, hug you and squeeze you and chuckle when you release a huff at how tightly he hugged you. ‘You’re squeezing me’ - ‘Is that a complaint?’

-It will take time in order for the blush on your cheeks to not choke you when you go to him and show him affection, but it doesn’t need to go away. It is cute, you think, how your heart flutters and feels at ease now whenever he reciprocates the affection.  Although he'll take longer to get to those bites of yours. He does return those as well, for your information.

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[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: The Prefect and their friends talk about the events of the Glorious Masquerade and come to some... rather belated conclusions.

Pairing: GN!Prefect/ Yuu/ MC with Deuce Spade, Epel Felmier and Sebek Zigvolt (Platonic)

Genre: Crack

TW: Slight spoilers for Book 5 of Glorious Masquerade.

AN: So... finally read the ending of Glorious Masquerade. I have very many feelings about Malleus and Rollo (obviously) but I also have many feelings about the Prefect's immunity to the firelotuses that everyone so conveniently forgot. In Idia's words, they're all a bunch of 'unga bunga, brute force' kinda people lmao-

This is also my first time writing for Sebek and Epel so I'm very nervous lol. If they seem out of character or something else seems weird, let me know!

"Man, I'm beat."

Deuce flopped onto your bed, sinking into the soft mattress with a sigh of relief. You smiled at him, running a comb through your hair to remove any tangles in it.

The two of you were already in pyjamas, tired from a night of dancing and socializing. You were waiting on a few more people though.

"Did you tell Epel and Sebek to meet us in my room?" You asked him as you ran your comb through your hair. The older students had to report the entirety of the previous night to Professor Trein, so you had decided that the first years could have their own tea-spilling session in your room. Grim, however, wanted to hear the heroic tales of the older students (and regale them with his own, no doubt) so he was with Professor Trein instead of being with you.

"I told Epel" his voice was muffled as he spoke, face smushed against the pillow. "He said they'd be here-"

Knock, knock. "Prefect? Are you in there?"

You walked over to the door, opening it to find Epel and Sebek, both in their pyjamas as well. Epel smiled at you, holding his hands behind his back, "I got Sebek like Deuce told me to."

"Human, what is the meaning of this?" Sebek huffed, too tired to yell his words like he usually did. He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at you. "As a retainer of Malleus-sama, I must get the required eight hours of sleep to continue to serve him diligently. How dare you keep me up after a night of saving the entirety of Twisted Wonderland from those abysmal flowers, and another night of merry-making?"

His words lacked their usual fire, so you just gave him a cheeky smile and pulled the two of them inside, closing the door behind them. "Come on, I just wanna talk to you guys. Besides, I have snacks."

Epel gave you a side-eye, trying to keep a cheeky smile from forming on his face. "Vil would be so mad."

"What Vil doesn't know won't hurt him~" you hummed, and Epel giggled. Sebek just sighed, taking his place on your bed after nudging Deuce a little.

"And then, when the flowers started climbing up his tail, he climbed onto Professor Trein's shoulder!"

"What?!" "Oh my-" "HOW ILL-MANNERED!"

You giggled at the reactions of your friends as you recounted Grim's actions. The four of you were sat on your bed. You were sitting with your back against the headboard, a pillow on your lap on which Deuce rested his head. With his feet planted on the bed and his knees in the air, his legs made a backrest for Epel who leaned against them, sitting with his legs criss-crossed. On your right side sat Sebek, with the snacks you four were sharing in the middle of the bed.

"I had half a mind to pull him off Professor Trein, but before that, the Bell of Solace rang," you hummed, messily braiding Deuce's hair as you spoke. "And then all the flowers wilted, and well, you know the rest."

"I still can't believe Grim tried to climb Professor Trein," Epel giggled as Sebek shook his head. Deuce sighed, looking up at you, "Well, I can't blame the little guy for being scared. Those flowers were no joke."

"Yeah, for you guys maybe. For me, they were just plain old flowers, if a little persistent and irritating," you shrugged.

"What?"

"Magicless human, remember?"

All three boys looked at you like you had grown three heads and burst into song and dance. You gave them a defensive glare, "What? I'm just saying, those things were perfectly harmless to me."

"....Yeah... Wait, does this mean we could have just sent you up to ring the bell?"

"Probably not...? I mean, Rollo was there on the top guarding the bell wasn't he? If he used magic against me, I'd be defenceless."

"Well, Rollo seemed a bit... partial towards you? You could've tricked him like you did with Azul-senpai that one time..." Deuce trailed off, and the four of you took in his words.

There was a moment of silence before-

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THERE WAS NO NEED TO PUT MALLEUS-SAMA IN DANGER?!"

[hijackalx]

PRICE OF WIT +18

(tumblr vers.)

SUMMARY: Astarion can be so mean sometimes, but he swears he can make it up to you.

WORD COUNT: 1788

UNDER THE CUT: F!Reader, dom!astarion, VERY sub reader, make-up sex (kinda?), YALL ARE TOXIC AF TOGETHER, mean!astarion, possessive!astarion, praise, choking, biting, sadism and masochism, small mention of gale being a pervert lol

A/N: reworked this to be in second person, and also edited it since the AO3 version did not get that kind of love 💀 some lines/paragraphs have been changed. also this was originally written with act I/act II astarion in mind but i guess it works for ascended astarion too.

"NO! LET ME GO!"

Intelligent with a silver tongue to boot, Astarion can work his way through and into almost any circumstances he desires.

"I HATE YOU!"

A quick way out of a sticky situation? Got it. A smooth approach into a pleasurable one? No doubt. The world is his for the taking.

"I HATE YOU!"

Except for when it's not.

Sometimes his mouth moves faster than his brain. He occasionally says something a little too harsh, a little too cold— ice cold, and it doesn't matter how much or how little he means it, it still hurts.

Wit has a price, it seems.

You claw and shriek in his grasp. You didn't get far before he managed to wrap his arms around you and stop you from disappearing to who knows where. He winces as your fingernails dig into the skin of his forearms. He succeeds in grabbing your wrists and folding them against your body, trapping you against his chest.

"You're acting like a child!" He shouts through an exhausted growl as you continue to resist his hold.

He knows what he said was wrong— it was a snarky slip of the tongue. But you stormed off before he could apologize, so who's really the problem here?

The fire glows and crackles in the crisp night air, accompanied by Gale and Karlach, whose meals have been so rudely interrupted by your shrill screams. Although, they watch the tussle unfazed. This wouldn't be the first time you and him have had a peace-disrupting argument.

"They're the most immature people I've ever met," Karlach takes a bite of her turkey leg, her tone more irritated than anything. "No good for each other, those two."

Gale watches how you kick up dust and dirt just outside of Astarion's tent. He'd only heard pieces of what led to this as you spoke behind the fabric; some kind of complaint by Astarion that has clearly been taken to heart. Sighing, he meets Karlach's eyes, their shared gaze molding into apprehensive weariness.

"Well," he mutters into a lamb chop, "looks like we're in for another sleepless night."

"I love you, I love you, I love you—" your softly whimpered phrase is the only sound to be heard after the camp has settled in their bedrolls for the night.

All Astarion had to do was guide you back into his tent and successfully lay you down. After that, you were more willing to hear him out.

Your bodies are bathed in the gentle lantern light, your back pressed firmly to his bedding and your legs wrapped around his waist. He intertwines your fingers as he steadies your hands above your head. Soft, white locks tickle your cheek as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth teasing at the skin every so often.

His pace is rhythmical but rough, his hips flush between your legs as he aims for your cervix— his favorite spot. He loves the way you writhe and try to push him away while pleading for more. The way your heels press into his back, how your voice breaks while you call out for him.

"I've got you, sweetheart," his exhales are hot against your skin.

His hand slips down to pinch your side after hearing you stifle a moan, a quick but effective reprimand. You squeak at how he cruelly twists the flesh, your abdomen tensing.

"Don't hold back," he scolds, and you catch how his brows lower in the corner of your eye. Your modesty has offended him.

You screw your eyes shut, mustering up the ability to speak clearly. "T-they'll hear," you blurt out. It's only fair to be considerate to your fellow party members— or at least try to.

Your response makes him laugh, and this time you're the one scrunching your brows. You don't understand what's so amusing until he says, "You wouldn't want to deprive Gale of his own pleasures, would you?"

You go entirely rigid, your face dropping slightly at how sure he sounds.

Questionably, he sits up to examine you, immediately noticing your change in expression. "What?" He asks. "Don't tell me you didn't know?"

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep red, you stare up at him speechlessly. What he's implying is that... gale has been... touching himself while you and him are together?

How perverse.

He coos, squeezing your cheek and giving it a shake. "You're so cute." His condescending tone doesn't make you want to smack him in the face, strangely enough. In fact, you think you might like it judging by the way your stomach turns.

You take a moment to recover from the thought of your private acts not being so private. Noticing this, he balances his hands on the ground beside you, then pulls out before fully sheathing himself again with a fast, hard thrust. Your body jolts like it's been injured, and you can't hold back your yelp. His features are nothing short of devilish upon hearing the sound.

Sometimes he likes to be mean— but sometimes you like to let him.

"I quite like... the idea... actually," he says through breaths while he fucks you, his half-lidded gaze watching how your tits bounce. Leaning down, he begins to leave a trail of bite marks over your chest, each one he soothes with a gentle kiss as if to say 'sorry'. "Imagining Gale all alone—" another bite, another kiss. "—Wishing he were half as lucky as me."

He groans as your hands twitch and grip at his hair. Your back arches off the ground, and he runs a slightly calloused palm over the newly exposed area, tracing the curve of your body.

"Astarion," you say so weakly, so needy. He can't help letting a moan slip at how his name sounds coming from your mouth.

You're close, he can feel it. It's the way you tremble, the way you can't get close enough to him— wanting him deeper, harder, more, more— You're a greedy little thing, but he adores it. He adores you. How couldn't he give you anything and everything you want?

He sits up, his lustful stare heavy and thick as he peers down his nose at you.

You lift your chin as his hand wraps around your neck, allowing him all the access he wants. He begins to squeeze, your smaller fingers prying at his grip.

"You're mine," he watches intently as you squirm under his unwavering stare, his face still and emotionless. "Say it to me."

"I'm yours," you say readily, feeling your heart skip a beat when the corners of his mouth almost split into a proud grin.

"Tell me you won't try to run away again." His hold tightens.

"I-I won't. I won't leave you," you choke out. That's what you told him last time and the time before that. Just as your head begins to feel light and your eyelids heavy, your body buzzes and jerks with an orgasm.

He releases you so he can watch your full reaction; how you writhe and reach for him, how the hands scraping at his chest plead to close the distance between your bodies.

Tears slip down the corners of your eyes— maybe from pleasure, maybe not. He could hold you, but something inside tells him no. It's almost as if to serve as punishment for trying to run off.

Believe him, he doesn't want to punish his baby. But sometimes it's necessary.

Once your high dies down and you're left a heaving, exhausted mess, he grabs one of your limp hands and leaves a kiss on each fingertip. "Ooh," his thumb rubs your palm. "That was a good one."

You know very well that you're not finished. Luckily, he's kind enough to get you off first, even when he's upset with you. He's considerate where it counts, of course.

Or maybe he loves how much he can undo you with a second orgasm.

He caresses your face while you catch your breath. You lean into his touch, almost petting yourself. His undead palm is cold yet gentle, and you somehow find comfort in it. Your eyelids flutter closed.

"You're doing so good for me," he praises softly, his tone no louder than a murmur. "You can go a bit longer, can't you?"

He speaks tenderly and sweet, making your pulse beat even faster. "For me, darling?" He asks as if it's even a question— as if he doesn't know the answer.

Your body aches, worn and tired, yet you nod with eagerness. Anything, you think in your euphoric, fucked-out daze, anything for you.

There are times when you can't stand him, when he's the worst person in the world— but those only emphasize the times when he's the only person in the world; times when he makes you feel warm and loved, and so, so good.

Like when he nears his own orgasm and wraps his arms around you so tight, so close. He holds you like you're the dearest thing he's ever had, your skin pressed together like you're afraid to part.

And he fucks you so good you'll forget the nasty things he says and does, if only until the next time. For now, the way his breaths shake and his muscles contract in yearning— in need, is distracting enough.

"Fuck—" a word you'll rarely, if ever, hear him say. Too vulgar for his tastes, except for when he loses his ability to keep his composure. "Fuck," he hisses again as he thrusts into you, almost hard enough to lift your hips from the ground.

Before you know it, his teeth are sinking deep into the flesh of your neck. You gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his curls. He stifles his moans by lapping up the crimson leaking from your puncture wounds, finishing inside you simultaneously.

Between the sounds of him reaching his climax and the bite, it's enough to push you over the edge a second time. Extra sensitive, your body reacts more violently than before. Your nails claw and tear at his back, leaving scratches through the maze of scars. The newly raised lines disfigure the old, tiny pools of blood rising to the top— a gentle reminder of your presence compared to his preferred methods.

"That's it, there you go," he pulls away breathlessly, making sure to use slow, flat sweeps of his tongue to clean up the mess he's made. The smeared red on your neck is licked away into a mere stain.

Your bodies finally ease into stillness. Exhausted, he rests his weight on top of you. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, eyes shut as you hold him.

Your lips press softly to his shoulder, your head lying against his. The heavy exhales between you alternate, your chests rising and falling deeply until they progress into something more controlled.

Though out of each other's lines of sight, you share the same troubled expression, your brows furrowed and lips pulled into frowns.

There's a long, silent moment of recuperation before he mutters into your ear,

“I love you."

[speirslore]

when you get hurt hcs [officers + roe]

a/n: requested <3 usually in my writing the reader is implied to be a part of easy company in a vague way bc i know ppl have different preferences but some of these include getting shot (not graphic or anything) so ig that implies they're on the front lines

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[dick winters]

you hit your head prettyyyy hard, and you're out of it, probably definitely concussed

it happens right in front of dick and he tries really hard to keep calm

he wants to be strong and level-headed for you

shows more obvious affection then any of the men have ever seen from him; pets your hair, holds your hand, is always by your side

he immediately gets you a medic and transported to an aid station and doesn’t want to leave you

but when dick's back with easy, he gets uncharacteristically easily angry and frustrated...

he gets quiet and withdrawn and a little snappy with zelensky and nix... and they both immediately know why

whenever he can go see you, he's there.. he even gets behind on all his paperwork (but nix offers to help)

which dick is hesitant to accept for many reasons, he feels guilty, like he's not focusing on his duties but lew is always good at keeping the reports concise lol

very fragile with you, he isn't underestimating you but he just absolutely does not want to push you or hurt you

is a stickler for the rules, follows absolutely everything the doctor says

he has to wake you up every few hours and you keep insisting it’s unnecessary and dick is absolutely not having it

you try to get up and move around and all dick has to hear is the sheets moving and he just gives you that stare, a little bit like a disappointed mom, and you're right back laying down

he’s way more clingy than usual, wants to be by your side, subtly holding your hand

in that moment it definitely hits him how much he loves and cares about you... he hasn't really had time or space to process those feelings until now <3

[lewis nixon]

it does not look good at first

it's really scary for everyone there, you loose a lot of blood and lose consciousness

lew is not there when you're first shot in the leg and everyone is very glad that he didn't have to see it

but when he finds out... oh he is not keeping cool, is not pretending even a little bit to be okay

starts lashing out and snaps at the driver who's taking him to the hospital to drive faster, mad that they didn't tell him sooner, mad that you were injured, mad at the war, furious at absolutely everything

lew has to be monitored by dick not to go full self destruction mode and get incredibly drunk

he hates just sitting with the constant uncomfortable feeling and reminder that you're hurting

he will not leave your side at first when you’re sleeping a lot, on a lot of medicine, and out of it

one nurse does approach him when he's the only vistor in the hospital left, "sir, the visiting hours-"

he just looks up, obviously devastated, voice cracking, "i'm can't leave. you can drag me out but i'm not going, thanks."

they back off after that

does go through a phase where he hates going once you're more conscious because he kills him to see you like that and face this feels irrational guilt he feels for not being there

because he definitely has the tendency to avoid his problems and things that hurt him

but it hurts you too and you don't fully understand

you look up at dick and harry, slightly delirious from the morphine, tearing up, "does he not want to see me anymore?"

after that they do drag lew to see you and you just straight up tell him feeling guilty is pointless and not fair to himself (or you)

and then it's right back to not leaving your side and always trying to make you laugh or smile

[ron speirs]

okay so i love the angel of the company x speirs trope

by now he's the co of easy and your relationship is a widely known secret...

he assigns you and the group of other men to a patrol... it wasn't an overly risky or bad order, a standard order from sink

but you guys make contact and you're shot in the arm

it just absolutely wrecks him

the guys feel like he's just going to go across enemy lines and find the soldier that shot you himself

the rest of the guys are furious too because everyone just absolutely loves you

for a short time, he's mad at the other soldiers on the patrol and you have to reminder him they didn't do anything wrong

but ron is really just irrationally mad at himself for not being there, for not being psychic, he's just angry he somehow didn't stop this

ron is not controlling and not possessive and he knows you can hold your own but he feels responsible for taking care of you and making sure you're safe

even if he can't quite articulate all of those feelings yet

he doesn't understand all the emotions he feels and doesn't even have time to try to understand them

he listens so attentively to the doctors, he can recite everything they've said word for word

like with chuck, he demands the absolute best from the doctors

this incident shows his more compassionate side and the guys start to see how much he really cares about you... bc they're protective of you too!

you have to comfort him and his voice breaks

and he feels weak and he feels bad that you're comforting him and not the other way around

"i'm messing everything up, doing everything wrong," he says more to himself but you frown, eyebrows furrowed and everything

"you're so hard on yourself, ron. when it's not your fault, it was routine, you didn't shoot me. then i'd be really pissed." you smile and he smiles weakly... but he's on edge for a longgg time after this

[carwood lipton]

unfortunately you and lip just cannot catch a break

your leg gets injured while he has pneumonia

it's not a major injury but a bullet ricocheted off of a wall and slightly grazed you and you need a few days of staying off of it

lip really tries to be comforting

and wants to be there for you and he is!

but it's very hard for him, he just wants you to be okay so badly, even when he himself isn't okay

trying to lecture you about staying off of your leg and asking others for help but breaking out into a coughing fit and then you're trying to help him sit up and to go get some hot water for him

and then he's back to telling you to stop and starts hoarsely calling for luz

it's a MESS

but carwood is a natural caretaker and has been one for most of his life

it makes him hover sooo badly especially because since he's sick too he doesn't have a lot of work to keep him busy

but you're not complaining honestly, it's nice to have more private time and something of a break, even if you're both miserable

you get the special privilege of an actual private back bed room with a mattress and blankets

kind of a bonding experience

you just laugh because what the fuck

it's kind of romantic, first time in a longgg time in an actual bed together

you just go back and forth talking about your future and the life you want after the war

"i don't like this wallpaper," you murmur into his chest

he laughs and that turns into coughing again and you're just rubbing his back trying not to bend your leg... domestic bliss <3

[buck compton]

buck... does not take it well

he takes it extremely hard

like his reaction to joe and bill...

you have pneumonia and the peniciln you need isn't available in bastogne

and it's even worse that he finds out you're sick only a few hours after that and that you've been sick and struggling for the past few days

maybe his reaction would've been different earlier on in the war

but now, it just feels like a destructive domino effect that's sparing no one

it's obvious after all of his friends injuries and your pneumonia that he couldn't stay on the front line... his red bleary eyes and slightly trembling hands said enough

when he gets taken off the line, you're both in an aid station together for a few hours before you're both transferred to different hospital

so his presence is silent reassurance

you want so badly to comfort him but you're so sick and he doesn't want you to, he feels so guilty leaving you

but you hoarsely tell him he needs a break and to process what happened

you're feeling slightly better this day so that makes it a little better... but not that much

both of you have been through hell

but there is a light in the tunnel... or at least you feel that way

buck isn't on the front lines anymore and you both have a chance at a life together post-war

he does not want to leave you, it has to take a lot of malarkey's coaxing him and promising to update buck

[eugene roe]

gene can't decide if having medical knowledge makes it better or worse

and if being the medic and being the one to have their hands covered in the your blood, was better than leaving it in the hands of someone else

he decides it's awful... definitely worse

the very few hours he slept, it was just dreaming of your terrified face

and he wakes with a jolt and is completely miserable

and life just goes on...

a lot of pacing and murmuring

gene closes in on himself when he's upset and stressed, so he becomes even quieter than normal

and the other guys are worried like ??? do we need to intervene and lip just stops them, "leave him alone, he'll be okay."

prays for you a lot, gripping his rosary so tightly and the photo that he has of the two of you when you were still in england

when you both felt some semblance of normalcy

he can't abandon the company to stay with you full time at the aid station to his incredible frustration and disappointment

it's just hard for him to go on like everything's fine, it shatters whatever illusion he has of fairness and hope and safety

whenever someone else gets injured or they need supplies, he'll take any excuse to ride back to the aid station to see you

and if anyone else goes, they always see you and give gene an update

winters definitely notices and tries to give him opportunities to see you

likes watching you rest and sleep (because you definitely needed it, even before you got injured) in the sweetest, non-creepy way

gene loves to just sit with you, see you with his own eyes, and know for certain that you're okay

[femd-archive]

THE DUMB HERO

pairing: omniscient reader's viewpoint — lee hyunsung x fem!reader

word counting: 0.9k

content warning: both hyunsung and reader are soldiers in korea's army | kinda risky sex? but not really lol | pegging | slight nipple play | reader calls hyunsung's pecs 'tits' | feminization | dumbification | hands-free cumming | mention of pregnancy | aftercare

summary: you fuck hyunsung so dumb that he thinks you got him pregnant

side note: english is not my first lenguage, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes

With so little strenght, you push both of your bodies inside Hyunsung's room and close the door behind you, clumsly putting the lock on as you kept kissing your needy boyfriend.

Pulling apart, you attack Hyunsung's neck, making him bit his bottom lip. "I-I don't t-think we should do this here" he managed to say as he fights back the moans in the back of his throat.

"Why baby?" you grin against the skin of his neck. "Worried that the rookies might come back earlier? Don't worry, I send them to a 45 minutes morning run, and after that, they need to attend kitchen and laundry duties" you left another kiss on his jawline as you start to unbutton his uniform shirt. "That give us more than an hour, and I can work with that to make you feel good" you leave a little peck on his pouty lips, discarding his shirt from his body and throwing it in some part of the floor's room.

"Abuse of power" is the only thing that Hyunsung mumbles, making you chuckle as you grab him by his thick thighs.

He wraps his arms around your neck and jumps to your arms, wrapping his legs around your waist as he lets you guide the both of you to his bed and laying him in the matress.

Between lots of kisses and a few whispers of 'I love you', both of you ended up naked as you carried your pink strap-on on your hips. Hyunsung watched you with heart on his eyes as you lubed the dildo up, all while holding his legs up to his chest, waiting for you to fuck him.

"Ready, baby?" you ask, finally putting the lub bottle on the side and move between his legs. He nods cutely, making you smile and unable to resist the urge of kissing hum. Bending down, you leave a kiss on his lips which he returns. "You've been waiting for this, love?" you ask as you guide the tip of the dildo to his lubed hole.

"Yes love" he sighs dreamily, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as he feels half of it going in. "Been so good...fuck me?" he asks, looking at you with those puppy-like teary eyes. How could you say no to such a cutie?

"Gladly" you shortly answer before thrusting was left of the dildo inside of your boyfriend, smiling at the way his eyes roled back as he let out a silent gasp. "Gonna fuck you full, yeah?" you grunt, starting to move your hips on fast pace.

Soon, the room fills up with Hyunsung embarrassing moans and the sound of your thighs slapping against his ass. The bed squeaks slightly, maybe loud enough for somebody to hear if they lean over the door, but not enough to be perceive so easily.

Hyunsung wrap his strong legs around your waist, pulling you closer and not letting you go. You reach out to his pecs, squeezing them before moving your fingers to play with his nipples.

"Look at your tits baby, they're so big" you chuckle, hearing him whimper. "They would be perfect to feed babies" you simply comment before slightly slapping his right peck, resuming back your thrusts.

Through teary eyes, Hyunsung looked at you and then back at his redden tits. In his fuzzy mind, the image of forming a family with you popped surronded by flowers and rainbows. Besides the pool of pleasure that formed in his tummy, his chest also swollen with love at the thought of carrying your kids on him and, after they were born, to cradle them in his arms, breastfeeding him with his big tits.

His left hand moves to his low stomach, where his 'womb' is as you kept on fucking him.

You give the last few thrusts as you see the thick ropes of cum shot all over your boyfriend's abs and chest, smiling at his ruined state. If only his soldiers saw how pathetic their lieutenant is, but this was a sight for you only.

Leaving a kiss on his cheek, you pull out of him, earning a whimper because of the empty feeling left on him. Taking the strap-on off, you leave on the side, deciding to clean it later for you to be able to take care of your boyfriend in his state.

"You okay, baby?" you ask, leaving a kiss on his forehead as you clean the cum out of his torso.

"Mmh, feeling so full" he slurs as he softly pats his stomach, now full of your babies. "What do you want it to be? A boy or girl?" he asks, caressing his tummy with circle movements as he looks dreamily at it.

You stop your own movements for a second, looking at him in shock. He looks back at you, a loving gaze meeting yours along with his cute tired smile, and there is where it hits you. «Oh, he's completely out of it» you think to yourself, as well as something new awakens in you. It wouldn't be bad to see your adorable Hyunsung with a swollen belly walking around.

"Mmh, a boy, so I can look at a mini version of you everyday" you answer back, finishing cleaning him up and tossing the wipes into the trash can besides the bed.

"Oh ~ I also want a girl for her to have all your features, and be as beautiful as her mama" he chuckles, voice slurred and dazed.

You finish putting him on some fresh briefs before moving beside him to cuddle him under the bed sheets. "Guess we'll just gotta wait to know what it's gonna be, right?"

"Mmh, but we're gonna love them regardless of who they are" he whispers, feeling his heavy eyes finally lose to the sleep.

Hearing his soft breathing you smile, leaving another kiss on his forehead as you cuddle him closer. "That's right, love"

[taglist] @tomiokx (sorry it took me so long TT i had terrible writer's block for a while. but here it is :D hope you like it ^^)

[atamascolily]

Walpurgis no Kaiten SIDE:HOMURA trailer reactions

I admit, when this was first announced, I didn't think it was going to be a big deal. I was expecting something similar to the Wnk 1.1 trailer, which had an extra scene tacked on but what otherwise identical to the original release. I was not expecting an entirely remixed version combining both of the previous trailers + new footage, with a lot to unpack!

Because of the way SHAFT creates the films, backgrounds are done separately from character animation and then combined. Still, there's something very eerie about seeing these otherwise familiar shots devoid of people,not to mention the symbolism of the empty thrones combined with the shot of Devil Homura being cast down.

Once again, I repeat my assertion that in spite of their obvious differences, these two spaces are two versions of the same thing--"reality" and "illusion" (inasmuch as those terms apply anymore in this space.)

The shot of the spinning fans and stained glass are from the same location as the staircase tower where the headband!Homura is falling. Also, if you look closely, you'll note a familiar figure in the crossed shadows at the center of the screen, partially hidden behind the fan. Kyubey spotted, this is not a drill.

(How does this space work? I have no idea, but I'd bet money that it rotates so that the orientation is constantly changing, because "spinning in circles" is such a big theme, both visually and metaphorically.)

Nagisa has died and gone to heaven (literally on both counts) and is now consuming a parafait as big as her head. She's never going back, lol.

There is a teddy bear in a cage visible in the background along with a monogrammed "R". Granted, witches are supposed to use runes, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't remind me of Roberta the Birdcage Witch, who appears briefly in episode 10 of the original series. (It contains human legs and not a teddy bear, though.) Considering that Charlotte's birthday candles appear behind Mami in a different shot, it sure seems like witches and attributes of their labyrinth may be openly manifesting in Mitakihara as reality breaks down.

Oh, and speaking of hands, you can see the mark on Nagisa's nail in this shot, so she's definitely still a magical girl.

The bears also appears as winged cherubs in the carousel scene a few moments later. The heralds of the Last Judgement sounding the trumpets? A symbol of childhood innocence? Another spinning thing that goes around and around? Being taken for a ride? All of the above?

Once again, Nagisa and her double are juxtaposed here as mirror images and reflections of each other, and they're enjoying themselves immensely.

This scene of an unknown hand reaching out to caress a comatose Homura's face and examine her teeth like a horse is disturbing and rightly so. I've seen a lot of people saying that this is the same hand that stabs the salamander, and I agree--this is our primary antagonist, whoever she is (pity her nails aren't visible, as that would give the game away).

[As an aside: what is this unknown person wearing, because it sure isn't a Mitakihara school uniform.]

This is the same Homura that is visible through the mirror--their eyes and headbands are the same. I knew something was off about this when I saw it in the original trailer, and now I have proof. Ditto for my assertion that this movie is going to involve constructs and artificial persons--that may be Homura, but right now it's an empty shell with no personality. The real question is why construct it in the first place?

Also, I might be reading too much into this, but I think it's unwise to assume that the hand that is holding the mirror belongs to the Homura reflected within it. I think this is the unknown person (let's be real, probably also the antagonist Homura) giving instructions to her minion/doll/construct/Homunculus. For evidence, I just have a gut feeling that this movie is going to do screwy things with selfhood and mirrors and reflections, and also the background in the mirror appears to be more like the background in the face-caressing shot than it does the background of the sky in the shot itself. We'll find out when the movie comes out what's actually going on there.

Examining the teeth is a Nutcracker reference, but it sure doesn't make this scene any less disturbing.

What happens next is not shown, but given the general theme of "people falling backwards", I expect that this Homura construct will do the same thing. Where else is there for her to go?

The background light in this scene makes me wonder if it takes place at the same time (or at least the same time of day) as Devil Homura falling. And now we get to see the aftermath!

This is the stunned face of someone who fucked around and is just now finding out. Note the crossed shadows over her face (same as with Kyubey above) and how one eye is cover/one wing is still intact--more "half" imagery.

(But who threw her down? Who threw her down?? Did she fall on her own or was she pushed??)

However, you can't keep Homura down for long, and she immediately counterattacks, summoning her salamander (who is now swole as hell) for a power-up. This is the money shot of the trailer and for good reason--it's visceral and compelling. Magical girls are powered by their emotions and here Homura takes the manifestation of all her feelings straight into her heart; it doesn't get any more symbolic than this.

In addition to being straight out of The Adolescence of Utena, what's most striking to me about this scene is how the world is literally dissolving into blood. We saw the same thing in Rebellion when Homulilly manifested, so whatever happens next will likely parallel that scene in some fashion or another.

Also, yes her wings are partially white now. No, I don't know what that means. I don't know what any of the feathers means, exactly.

The giant salamander concerns me: what the hell has it been eating to get so big? Considering that Homulilly's nature is self-sufficiency, i.e. she draws strength from her own suffering, this does not bode well for Homura at all....

Last but not least, we have Madoka surrounded by some kind of "spirits" representing anonymous, faceless young women in virginal white gowns a la Princess Serenity from Sailor Moon. Combined with the cathedral aesthetic, my guess is that these represent the Eternal Feminine within the Law of Cycles and/or Madoka herself, which she is oblivious to. There are 15 of them, as 14-15 continues to be a significant number in this franchise for reasons I still don't fully understand.

There isn't an official translation that I know of, but piecing together the trailer voice-over with what's come before and what people are saying with my rudimentary Japanese, I think it goes like this:

Watashi wa kibou no tomo ni - "I will go with hope" in Madoka's own voice, from original trailer

Zankoku no made ni yasashii kagayaki, - "A cruelly gentle glow", new dialogue, spoken with multiple voices.

kibou wa anata to tomoni - "Hope will go with you" in Madoka's own voice, also from original trailer

watakushi no inori no kigen - "the origin of my prayer", new dialogue, multiple voices, using the formal feminine pronoun watakushi, which no one in the cast has historically used for themselves. Hence why I think these voices are part of the Law of Cycles/the Eternal Feminine - it would make sense for them to use this pronoun!

anata to kanaeta kiseki wa kitto watashitachi o michibiite kureru.-"The miracle I made with you will surely guide us" in Madoka's own voice, also from original trailer.

sono yasashi-sa de anata o kizutsukete shimau - "I will hurt you with my kindness", Homura, new dialogue.

(EDIT: Official English version is up, and I was wrong about the last line, it's "With that kindness, you yourself will be hurt". They also translate the second line as "A radiance so kind, that it is even cruel", which ties back into the imagery for the Law of Cycles and also Homura's remark in the original anime about kindness leading to greater cruelties.)

Also, while I haven't tried this myself, I've seen several fans report that if you play the scene backwards, you get Homura saying "shiawase no tame ni" (for happiness) as she transforms, so it looks like we did get some backmasking, just as I'd hoped, and I'm so delighted to have called that one.

[danikamariewrites]

This could be smut or not, but could you do one where the reader is just having one of those days where they just don’t like their body like stretch marks on their thighs and Rhys notices and praises and spoils them?

I accidentally read to many angsty fics and I’m in need of a pick me up lol😅

Perfect

Rhysand x reader

A/n: I went with fluff and left it a little suggestive at the end. I hope this makes you feel a little better.

Warnings: mental health struggles and body image issues

Standing in front of the mirror you hold your dress up to your body. Frowning, you place the sparkly, black garment on your vanity stool. You turn from side to side taking in your body, only dressed in your bra and underwear.

Lately, you haven't been loving the way you look. More stretch marks have appeared on your thighs and butt. You feel like your stomach is a little pudgy and the bags under your eyes stick out like a sore thumb. For the past week, you haven't been very happy with your appearance. You feel like your clothes haven't been fitting right and you've been consumed with negative thoughts about yourself.

This hasn't gone unnoticed by Rhys. Usually, you talk to him about this stuff but you hadn't yet, and he was growing more and more concerned every day. Rhys strides out of the walk-in closet buttoning his shirt when he saw you frowning at yourself in the mirror.

He walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you flush to his chest. You lean into his soft embrace as he plants a kiss on the top of your head. “What's wrong love? Talk to me.”

You let out a deep sigh through your mouth. “I'm just in one of those moods again where I hate everything about myself.” You meet his violet eyes in the mirror, they're full of sadness. “What do you hate about yourself? Tell me and I'll tell you what I love about it.”

He spins you to face him and you look down. He hooks his finger under your chin so you're looking up at him. Rhys gives you a pleading smile. You know he just wants to make you feel better and be there for you, so you oblige his request. “I have more stretch marks on my thighs and butt.”

Rhys drops to his knees, caressing your thighs, kissing the marks. “I think these are beautiful. They're like like tiger stripes, it means you're fierce.” He says with a mischievous grin. He continues kissing your thighs, giving equal love and attention to both legs. “What else love?”

“I feel like my tummy looks pudgier.” He rises a little, still on his knees. Rhys moves his hands up your legs to trace over your stomach and places them on your hips. He kisses and nips at your tummy making you giggle. “I think your tummy is perfect.” Rhys grabs at you gently, kissing you again. “And even if it is getting ‘pudgier’,” he scoffs, “then that just means there's more of you to love.”

You run your hand through his soft, raven hair as he kisses you a few more times. “Anything else bothering you darling?” You nod, “The bags under my eyes are so bad Rhys. I feel like my whole face just looks wrong.” Tears line your eyes. Rhys stands holding your face in his hands. His face solemn, “Your face is absolutely beautiful. So what if you have bags? I have them too.” You smile at each other.

“Your nose is cute as a button, your cheeks are so pinchable and kissable, gods I just love them. And your eyes.” He stares into your eyes intently. “I get lost in those beautiful eyes all the damn time. I love the way they look at me. Full of love and lust. They're kind and perfect.” You let your tears fall and pull Rhys into a tight hug.

“I love you, Rhys. So, so much baby. Thank you.” He hugs you tighter, nuzzling your neck. “I love you too y/n, darling.” You pull away and he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “How about we skip Rita’s tonight? And I can show you just how much I love you.” He smirks, leaning in so your noses touch. “I'd like that.” your breath catching, arousal taking over your body. Closing the distance Rhys connects his soft lips with yours.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[moncharrow]

the few truths on the seven seas

a/n: back with a pirate AU!ellie lets gooo. i wanted to provide some fluff because i've seen some people asking for it :D

content/warnings: 1.4k words, sfw, gn reader, fluff, slight angst/yearning, mentions of pirate violence, kinda historical (?), innuendo, r gives ellie a massage but nothing happens lol

While wayfaring the vast seas, there are few truths. Pirates, by nature, are underhanded beasts with no integrity, taking every chance they can to scramble ahead, pulling you under the waves if the opportunity arises; Debaucherous lowlifes operating with the highest level of chicanery despite being, for the most part, bumbling idiots. If one makes the mistake of trusting a pirate, it may prove to be fatal. You know this all too well.

There are few truths. Sleep with one eye open- never lay on your side, or you'll be stabbed in the back. Know that you have allies, but understand you have no friends. Keep your allies close, but your enemies closer. Everyone operates under the same assumption- "everyone is out to get me," and they're right. The second someone becomes comfortable on their ship is the perfect circumstance for mutiny.

There are few truths. The key word is few. Despite pirates holding nary a thing precious, there is an unspoken understanding amongst all who traverse the waters around Jackson Island.

Captain Williams is the Lord of the Ocean, the Scourge of the Seven Seas.

Her ferocity and strength know no bounds. How else could she have risen to such an infamous position? She pushed down the part of her that felt... anything... the moment she stepped off the dock and gained her sea legs. When the Captain struts into a tavern she holds her head high, sneering as even the most revered pirates make way for her, trembling and cowering behind crates. She sits at the bar and orders potent rum while the bawds in dingy corners flutter their lashes at her, hiding their flush behind silken fans.

Every so often, she'll watch with a spark in her eye as the strumpets attempt to seduce her, but the Captain never gives in. The women eventually give up, coming to the conclusion that she truly was as cold-hearted as they all say.

When the Savage Starlight docks at the port and Captain Williams comes bounding down the creaky gangway, those who wish to live flee.

Except you. With a bright smile and open arms, you run toward the danger and the hands that have slain hundreds pick you up and swing you around, greeting you with a hearty laugh coming from deep within her soul.

"Evening, lass. Fancy meetin' you 'ere," she rasps in the euphonic husk that makes your head spin. Her voice is shot from yelling commands down to her crew, not the smooth, mellow voice she once had, but it's home all the same. It's not often that Captain Williams can make her way back to Jackson Island, but whenever she can, she makes it a point to visit her anchor; You.

You met as young street urchins with matted hair and sack clothing. You were the warmth the Captain had lacked back in the day and the warmth she desperately needed now. At that point, she was still just Ellie, idealistic and naive. She would take a wooden pike in a dank alley and stand tall, brandishing the stick as a cutlass. She'd scream to the high heavens about her future plunders, and as she mounted a barrel, you would be below her, sitting with wide eyes and admiring the glory that was Ellie Williams.

You had always known Ellie would grow up to be a woman of great power and you'd done everything you could to support that dream. You were all she had, and she was all you had. Your parents were long gone, you were abandoned by society, and old enough that the charity of strangers had run dry.

Ellie would snatch a loaf of bread and you'd trip the merchant she'd stolen from, the both of you bounding down the streets laughing up a storm. You'd share the food, giggling and pushing each other playfully. Sometimes, after being caught by local authorities (they couldn't hold you long anyway), you'd hear a ruckus above the dungeon and know instinctually that your foul-mouthed knight-in-shining-armor had come for you with a key and a new series of scars. (Presently, you liked to trace her scars while laying in her bed, recounting fondly your childhood together.)

It wasn't long before the bond had turned into something more- how could it not, after everything you two had been through? Playful shoving turned into bashful looks and touches that lingered suspiciously long. You were an inch away from being more than "just friends". With time, you'd discovered each others' feelings, and while the passion of being hers had never and would never subside, neither would the bittersweet feeling of having her leave every month, not knowing if or when she'd return.

Many days, you didn't know what to do with yourself, seeking her touch and warmth but knowing that she was living her dreams. Joining her was not an option, as Ellie would never put you in danger like that. She had seen too many allies slaughtered mercilessly to ever put you in the position to witness that. So you stayed on Jackson, twiddling your thumbs. Every day, without fail, you left your house to walk to work and your eyes would momentarily flicker to where the sky blended into the hues of the ocean, hoping that the mast and sails of the Savage Starlight would creep slowly over the horizon. There was some comfort in knowing that every day, you grew closer to when the Captain would return, and with her, your Ellie.

Ellie would never let the crew into her quarters when you were with her. She didn't want to be bothered, instead opting to make the most of her time with you. She adores how genuine you are. Being around pirates who could, at any moment, betray her, left a mark on her soul. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, never quite letting her guard down. But with you, she could strip herself of the Captain persona and feel safe, something she treasured beyond your understanding. She would take her shirt off and lay down in her bed, the plush mattress dipping as you followed her suit. Straddling her, you would knead your fingers into the muscle between her shoulder blades. She can hear the teasing lilt in your voice when you ask her how it feels, but she doesn't mind so long as you keep relieving her like that.

The biggest compliment Ellie gives you is when her eyes flicker shut, entering deep sleep and letting out small snores. You brush her bangs out of her face, kiss her cheek, and hold her close, admiring the subconscious smile adorning her face. You love that she feels comfortable in your presence. You won't let anything happen to her, and she knows that. Ellie usually has to be the arbiter, the guardian, but with you she is subdued. The door remains deadbolted, though, for if her crew saw her in this manner, they'd lose respect. But for a few days out of every month, you both find solace from the hardships of everyday life.

You hold her in the crook of your body, entangling yours and her limbs until you can't tell who is who. That's how she likes it- close, blended, one. Ellie can forget about the violence she's accustomed to (which, she admittedly seeks out) and lets the world fade away, instead focusing on the warmth of your body on her chilled skin.

When you wake up, she's already dressed, used to rising at daybreak. She sits in a chair with her legs spread, pants billowing around her legs, and elbows resting on her knees, covering her mouth with her hands. She rubs her face as her eyes take in the sight of you bathed in golden sunlight. Ellie hopes to save the feeling you give her, commit it to memory, or at the very least, savor it for the time being. Because, at the end of the day, there is no certainty on the open ocean. Who knows what could happen?

There are few truths, she thinks, as she ruefully hoists the anchor and climbs the mast. Her hair flows in the wind and she watches you wave goodbye from the creaking dock. Ellie grips the wooden finish of the crow's nest, feeling splinters slide into her palms, but the sting is nothing compared to the pain of leaving you again. She hopes she'll come back. You pray she will.

There are few truths while faring the seas, except for those that are given:

Captain Ellie Williams is irrevocably in love with you.

⚓⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪 <33

[lookingfts]

You are amazing!

All these bonus snippets have been such a treat

Have we heard anything from Like I see you Kanthony? They're one of my favs and I need to know how many times they've had sex at Kate's office

Thank you!

Also please know that I’m still working through my asks. I have at least two dozen unanswered ones, and every time I answer one, I get three more lol. So if I haven’t responded to yours yet, I will get to it when I have a chance!

*sexy snippet below*

Come let me in.

It takes a second for Kate to process his text. She checks her watch – it’s a little after seven, and there are still a handful of people in the office, preparing for a big corporate case.

She grabs her badge and heads downstairs, swiping him in. The tension seeps out of her body at the sight of her boyfriend, holding a bag of takeout from the sushi place she loves.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kate sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a sweet, lingering kiss. “But thank you.”

He cracks a crooked grin. “I had fully selfish motives. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she admits, scrunching up her face at how utterly sappy she’s gotten since they started dating. They both have demanding jobs, and some weeks their schedules don’t align all that well, though they try their best to make time for each other. “Do you want to eat in my office?”

“Yeah.” Kate takes him to her floor, and he says hi to several of her coworkers on the way, asking them about their families or their hobbies. He really can charm anyone and everyone.

They eat at her desk, chatting about their days and her case, and it’s exactly what she needed. For the first time all day, she feels relaxed and happy. Somewhere along the line, Anthony has become her favorite person.

He earns that designation even more when he cleans up the remnants of the food and comes up behind her chair, rubbing his hands over her shoulders. Kate practically melts into the touch, a soft sigh falling from her lips. “You’re so tense, honey.”

“I’ve just been sitting for too long,” she says, rubbing her hand over his muscular forearm. “God, that feels good.”

Anthony digs his thumbs into her shoulders, loosening the tightness there, and the sigh turns into more of a moan. He’s so talented with his hands.

He works her over like that for a while, until her body starts to unwind and release. Gently brushing her hair aside, he presses a kiss to her neck, then another, and she shivers. “Anthony…”

“I can help you,” he whispers in her ear, nipping at the lobe, and Kate realizes that he remembers her fantasy of getting fucked at work. Offering to make it a reality.

“I don’t-,” Kate pants as he sucks a bruise into her neck. “There are other people here.”

Anthony’s hand wanders lower, cupping her breast as he teases a hard nipple between his fingers. “Your door is locked. No one can see. You just need to try really hard to be quiet.”

That condescending motherfucker. It shouldn’t turn her on as much as it does, it really shouldn’t.

She wants it. Wants him so badly she can’t breathe. But Kate knows she can’t let go on her own. “I need…” she breathes as he pinches her nipple. “I need…”

“You need me to make you?” he growls, low and filthy.

Kate shudders. “Yes.”

Suddenly, his hands leave her, and Kate nearly whimpers at the loss. He spins her chair to the side, getting on his knees, his eyes pitch black as he looks up at her. “Cover your mouth, baby. You don’t need your coworkers to know what a little slut you are when I’m fucking you.”

Clasping a hand over her lips, she moans at the degradation. Kate lifts her hips as he tugs her damp knickers down her legs, immediately stuffing them into the pocket of his trousers. She won’t be getting those back, she already knows.

Spreading her thighs apart, Anthony gazes at her bare cunt under her skirt, shaking his head. “You’re so wet, Kate. You’re lucky I showed up. You’ve just been sitting here trying to work when what you really needed was to come home and let me take care of this needy little cunt.”

She gets impossibly wetter at that, and Anthony clearly notices, licking his lips. “Please,” Kate whispers, laying back in the chair. “Please, your mouth.”

“What about my mouth?”

Fuck, he’s going to make her say it. Anthony has always demanded her desires in explicit detail, but it feels especially wanton here, in the place where she has worked so hard to be taken seriously.

“Suck on my clit,” she says, her voice breathy but firm. “And put three fingers inside me.”

Anthony grins wickedly, swinging her right leg over his shoulder to hold her open and lowering his head. The first swipe of his tongue feels like lightning, searing through her body, and she puts her hand back in place to muffle her shaky cry.

He does exactly as she asks, laving her clit with his velvet soft mouth as he stretches her open on two fingers, slowly working in a third. Kate feels equal parts vulnerable and powerful, all soft and sloppy around his fingers, but with the most beautiful man in the world on his knees for her.

She’s so fucking full like this, his thick fingers claiming every empty space inside her, crooking to rub the spot that makes her leak arousal all over his hand. Anthony sucks her clit forcefully, keeping his eyes locked on hers, never breaking the contact. Kate thinks she’ll pass out at the sight of his perfect face buried in her cunt, at the clear pleasure he gets from worshipping her like this.

Kate has no choice but to come, hard, wetness slicking his chin as he greedily laps her up. Her walls squeeze Anthony’s fingers tight, and they both moan at the sensation.

Delicately, he pulls out of her as she slumps against the chair, gasping for breath. His hands run over her thighs, smearing arousal on her skin until she’s painted in it. “What the fuck,” she pants, at a loss for any other words.

“You needed that so bad,” Anthony murmurs, digging his nails into her thighs. “That’s my fault. I knew you were stressed at work. Needed me to fix it for you.”

He’s hard in his trousers, tenting rather obviously, and Kate aches for him. She’s as greedy as he is, wants to be filled up, consumed, controlled. Wants her pleasure forced out of her.

“Fuck me,” she begs, running her hand through his disheveled hair. “Bend me over my desk and make me take it.”

Anthony groans loudly against her thigh, sinking his teeth into the fragile flesh there. He’s utterly gorgeous like this, all blown pupils and swollen lips, staring at her like he wants to destroy her.

“Get on the fucking desk,” he orders, voice hoarse from the effort of staying quiet. Kate stands on shaky legs, carefully moving her laptop and her papers to the side. She rucks her skirt up around her waist as she leans over the desk, all open and exposed to him, her head resting against her arm.

His fingers dance along the swell of her arse, a pleased noise coming from his throat as he strokes her soft skin. Then they dip lower, teasing her wet folds, and Kate whines into her arm.

“So pretty,” Anthony praises, teasing her clit. “You’ve never done this with anyone else, have you? But you can’t help spreading your legs. Your little cunt knows it was made for me.”

Tears prick her eyes at the force of her need. He’s right. It’s only ever been him that can make her body respond like this, break down all her walls and drive her out of her mind. “Please,” she whimpers. “I love you, please.”

That’s the key; it always has been, ever since the first time she whispered it against his skin while he was fucking her slowly and tenderly in his bed. More than her submission, more than her screams of pleasure, he wants her confessions of love.

“I love you too,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Stay quiet, honey.”

He fucks right into her, trusting that she’s wet and relaxed enough to take him all the way. And she does, easily, her body rocking forward with the motion as she muffles her moans.

He fucks her, and she takes it. Willingly, eagerly, pushing back against him as much as he’ll let her. Anthony lays one hand on her upper back to keep her down, the other in a harsh grip on her hip, and Kate thinks she could happily die like this.

“Pull my hair,” she moans, and Anthony immediately gathers up her loose curls in his fist and tugs. The pain-pleasure at her scalp makes her feel delirious, and her orgasm is so close she can taste it on her tongue.

Distantly, she realizes that the desk is scraping against the floor, and she hopes to god that everyone else has already left. Though it’s an open secret that several of her coworkers are hooking up, and likely doing so in the office, so she doesn’t think they would rat her out even if they could hear.

She grips the edge as Anthony pounds her into the desk and then she’s shattering again, gushing onto him, keening his name. Anthony makes a rough noise and comes inside her, a welcome warmth between her thighs as her body fully relaxes.

Anthony sits in her chair, pulling her into his lap. Kate curls up against his chest, face tucked into his neck, finding a warmth and security in his arms that she doesn’t think she’s ever felt anywhere else.

“Better?” he asks, sliding his arms around her waist and holding her tight.

“So much better,” Kate sighs, nuzzling his neck. “Let’s just stay here for a while, and then you can take me home.”

[greetingsfromuranus]

What qualities do you like about Double D the most?

Soooo so many things I love about him - I often think about how soft his skin would be, like his cheeks are all soft and squishy, and his neck is probably so delicate and warm, his skin would probably be a bit clammy (he's so anxious and riled up all the time....) but not in an unpleasant way, it's just how he is lol. He's definitely one of those people with really cold hands and other extremities, but a warm enough torso

I love the way his face stretches when he smiles! I love seeing all the different shapes he takes but his smile is my favorite :3 how do I describe it- he isn't lumpy or anything, but he just has so many interesting moving parts, I love how his cheeks stick out and his chin sticks out and his jaw behind his ear sticks out, and his lil eye lines/eye bags, and of course his tooth gap! Big ol teeth...... He's just so wonderful to look at and I wish I could give him a big kiss on the forehead... boop his nose while I'm at it.... he's shaped all awkward like a newborn kitten or and I love it

I love how long he is! Lanky lil ferret creature, like a cat, or a weasel, or a salamander! I like the salamander comparison best, I've studied their anatomy before and it ready fits Double D the best..... They're all lanky and squiggly and flexible just like Double D ^w^

I really like Edds funky posture, he has such a cute lil belly and messed up scoliosis back lol..... like he's all tall and thin compared to everyone else but he's still fleshy and soft >u< like you can see his ribcage and spine poking out, but he still has a big kitten belly... I just wanna hold and squish him! his limbs are all lanky and awkward, but theyre more like that of a delicate baby bird than a bony human!

Also... cute butt........ squishy squishy 🤤🤤 LOL I know it's probably just his big ol shorts but it's still cute..... I love how all his clothes are so big on him! It's adorable!! I can imagine all the textures so vividly.... his outfits are def 10/10 comfy ^^ I love how he just wears knee/thigh high socks, it's very cute and funny, I also wear socks that go up to my shorts sometimes and it is VERY comfy when they fit well.

I also love his tiny lil legs and the way he walks/runs! They go pitter patter as he skitters around like a dachshund or a lizard a a funky lil bug!

And I really like the way he handles his energy... ill start with describing the other eds first!

With Ed, his energy is sort of consistently radiating out, he has an IMMENSE amount of power and imagination in there, but he's big enough to handle it. It seeps out like radiation from a 10 ton brick of uranium.

With Eddy, he has more explosive tendencies, he's short and stout, which makes it harder for him to hold everything in, but he tends to compress it all down into a little ball. He's extremely volatile and reactive, you set him off and BOOM it all explodes out! His little body just can't handle anything new, he's already backed up with so much repressed emotion that there just isn't room for anything new. His explosions are like dynamite, or a star that got too much mass and imploded on itself.

Now Edd is the Anxiety Creature™, his energy is also volatile in nature, but I guess he's more electric, or like plasma. It's the kind of heat that's so hot it starts to feel cold again, like coming inside from the snow, turning the bath faucet to the hottest temp and butting your feet right under it. The difference between him and eddy is that Double D isn't able to hold anything down, as soon as it's created it's let out into the world, however that may be. He wears his emotions on his sleeve, expresses any and all fear, excitement, disgust, and affection he feels because he just doesn't have the volume to hold any of it in. He creates huge amounts of energy, and there's nowhere for it to go but out into the world! His tiny body just can't hold it all in.... it's hard to find a comparison like the other two, something so small with so much energy.... his energy sorta functions like the sun, once you look at it up close.

Here's a diagram I made to visualize it better, (it looks better on computer than phone) I feel like Edds colors are different based on whatever emotion he's expressing, but theyre always bright, whipping out like pink and yellow and blue solar flares. Eddy's are definitely more firey and messy than what i drew, think dynamite mixed with a supernova.

I've been writing this post all morning, and I think im gonna call it here for now lol. I will add some stuff about Double D's personality later lol.

[butterflyseas]

⸻ the language of love

☆ノ aka how they show they love you (ft. march 7th, seele, tingyun)

↳ notes: half inspired by my tingyun headcanons post, half inspired by the way these women have me in a vice grip. i was going to add more, but i just left it at these ones for now <3

↳ content: gn!reader. sweetheart used in tingyun's. march is super clingy lol. maybe a tiny bit of spoilers for seele if you squint really hard?

⸻ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗛 𝟳𝗧𝗛

physical touch and quality time

more than anything, march just loves being around you. whether it be out on a trailblazing expedition, hanging out around the astral express, or having a sleepover in her room, she always wants to be by your side.

and when she's by your side, she also loves touching you. always has to be holding your hand or have her elbow linked in yours if you're walking somewhere. wraps her arms around your waist from behind and rests her chin on your shoulder when you're standing still. the type to swing your arms while you walk or sway your bodies side to side while she's hugging onto you.

in private (or the astral express, which has gotten her more than few eyerolls from dan heng), she borders on clingy — always seeming to be right by your side; draping her legs over your lap; cozying up under your arm as close as she possibly can. it's her favorite place to be, after all <3

⸻ 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗘

acts of service

seele isn't one for flowery words — they don't come easily to her, and when she tries, they make her cringe from how awkward they sound. the life she's had to live wasn't one that allowed for her to become acquainted with something as dangerous as softness.

when she offers to do things for you, it come out more blunt than it otherwise would from someone else. "here. let me do that." — it's more of a command than anything else; little more than a warning before she simply takes over your task for you, nudging you aside with her hip. if you protest, she'll just protest back, so you've learned not to — it's easier, even if it makes you worry about the workload she's putting on herself.

though it comes off harsh, it's anything but — it comes from a place of care; of wanting to carry your burdens for you so you don't have to. she'd rather shoulder everything if it meant your worries are quelled, even if just for a moment.

⸻ 𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗬𝗨𝗡

gift giving and words of affirmation (and a hint of physical touch)

there's two things tingyun showers you in beyond affection: compliments and gifts.

her gifts aren't frivolous things, though — they're all things that she saw, either within the xianzhou alliance or on other planets, that reminded her of you and she thought you would like. things you mentioned offhandedly needing (a new shirt because yours ripped; a notebook because you finally finished up the one you were using), things she saw you eyeing through the window as you passed by — those are the types of gifts she gives you.

it's also not uncommon for her to commission you personalized gifts regardless of the price — she just wants the best for you and would spare no expense for her sweetheart.

much like her gifts, her compliments aren't any less serious when she gives you them. compliments you both on your appearance and also your qualities as a person; especially compliments you on things you feel insecure about. you're perfect in her eyes — and she'll make sure you believe her when she tells you.

[funky--lesbian]

So aside from happily waiting for Supernova part 4, I would like to request Larissa× teacher!reader where reader just seems to know a lot of stuff about Larissa, like her fav flowers, the way she drinks her coffee, etc. And she uses this info to to stuff for her and make her happy. And Larissa is just like what?! How do you know that. So Rs like, cause I listen and confesses they're love and Rissa ist just completely startled cause no one ever made an effort to listen so carefully?

Her Favorite Things One Shot

Larissa x teacher! reader

pure fluff

authors note: I hope I did this justice! I loved writing this concept because it is the exact thing I do lol

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It started small. You memorized her order from the weathervane. It's not that you tried to do it but when you heard it for the first time you giggled. Despite how she would present herself, Larissa Weems had a MAJOR sweet tooth. You were sitting at a table drinking your own coffee and reading your book when she came in and as always all you could focus on was her. Her presence filled every room she entered with warmth and joy. In the few months, you'd been teaching at Nevermore you learned how to hide how you gravitated toward the stunning woman however you still found yourself entranced by her. Without even meaning to you tuned out all the bustle of the shop, your eyes now gazing blankly at the book as she stood just beyond your shoulder to order. “Hello my dear,  could I get a vanilla latte, iced, with double vanilla, whipped cream, and double caramel drizzle?” she said softly. You couldn't help letting out a slight giggle at the ridiculously sweet order however you quickly buried yourself back in your book in hopes she hadn't heard. Unfortunately for you, or maybe fortunately considering her attention was now on you, she had heard and she moved to sit across from you at your booth. 

 Your breath caught in your throat as her long leg brushed against your ankle underneath the table of your booth. “Do you find my order amusing darling?” she said with a raised eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting into a playful smirk. “No no! You exclaimed, “ it's just… rather sweet. I thought you would be more of a black coffee person.” you said quickly as you attempted to hide your blush behind your book. “Oh Goddess no!” She stated “I honestly can't stand the taste of coffee, but with this job, I don't think I'd last without a pick me up, both in caffeine and sugar. Though I find one of them much more enjoyable than the other” she laughed. You let out a quick laugh at that, quickly cringing at how obnoxiously loud it was. Very rarely did you actually laugh in public because of how hideous your laugh sounded. Embarrassed, you pulled your book back up over your face, burying yourself in your reading to avoid staring at the beauty that sat in front of you, close enough to touch. 

That was when you learned your next fact about Larissa Weems. You found your breath once again stuck in your throat as her warm hand brushed against yours, taking the book out of your hand. “So you're the reason my favorite book has been missing from the library?” she says as she flipped the cover open, checking for the nevermore library stamp while carefully holding your place in the book. You blushed at that, your eyes watching her hands on the book, perfectly manicured gently flipping through the pages, occasionally stopping and running her finger over certain lines. “I apologize, headmistress, Pride and Prejudice is a favorite of mine as well, however, my copy was misplaced when I moved here,” you said, shifting your eyes from those red nails to her equally red lips. As her lips pulled up into a gentle smile you blushed and shifted to look down at your coffee. “Don't worry my dear, it is a library book so I, unfortunately, can't lay a permanent claim to it. Heaven knows the librarian is sick of me checking it out at this point but I just never have time to stop and get my own copy” she said with a sigh.

At that moment the barista called her name. “Here you go my dear, take care of it for me,” she said with a wink as she handed the book back to you, still careful to hold your place, before standing. Your ankle felt suddenly cold without her leg pressed against it. You couldn't help but watch her as she smoothed down her dress before going up to grab her drink. You watched as she took her first sip of the drink, a shiver running over your spine as she licked a bit of whipped cream off of her lip. As she walked out your gaze followed, trailing over her long elegant legs to her skirt, hugging her curves beautifully, all the way up to her blond silver hair, perfectly curled and styled as always. Right as she reached the door she stopped, turning slightly and meeting your eyes with a smile as she let out a small wave before walking out. 

From that day on every time you knew Larissa had an early morning meeting you stopped at the weathervane and you would order two drinks. One vanilla cold brew with no creamer and one iced vanilla latte, double vanilla with whipped cream, and double caramel. You would leave it on her desk for her to find when she got in before heading off to prep for your classes. After about a month of this one of the baristas passed you a baked good with your two drinks. “I'm sorry I didn't order this?” you said with confusion. “I assumed you were ordering for Principle Weems,” the young girl said with a smile, “ cherry turnovers are her favorite,” she said as she winked and pushed the baked good towards you. You blushed at that and murmured your thanks before taking your order and walking out, jotting the information down for future use. 

A week later you were walking through downtown Jericho when you spotted a copy of pride and prejudice in the window of a bookstore. The cover was a soft cream with blue text and gold-gilded pages. Almost without thinking you found yourself walking into the bookshop and grabbing it. It was so perfect Larissa, almost. On your way to the register, you saw the last thing you needed to make it perfect, an ornate crimson and gold bookmark. You smiled with glee as you grabbed one. All of Larissas colors together in the gift made you giddy as you thought of her reaction. However, as you walked back towards nevermore with your gift in hand you started to second guess if it was too much. When you got home you placed the book into your bedside drawer debating whether it was inappropriate to give the gift to your boss. It wasn't until a week later when you could tell she was extremely stressed about an upcoming meeting that you decided. After all, everyone deserves a pick-me-up once in a while. 

The morning of the meeting you found yourself in her office once more, coffee in hand with the book and pastry in your bag. As you set the gifts on your desk you couldn't help but pause to take in the room. Her office was almost perfect, bookshelves dusted, papers stacked neatly, however, the ever-present flowers she normally had were wilted and sad. You approached the small side table as you took in their appearance, so out of place in the orderly office. As you leaned down to smell them a smile made its way onto your face. The red and white lilies held a hint of Larrissas normal scent, clearly a present note in her perfume. She was no doubt too busy to replace the flowers which is how it became a regular task of yours. Once a week when you picked up your drinks you would stop by the florist on the corner and get a bouquet of red and white calla lilies to replace the ones in her office. 

You found yourself in a habit now. Regularly picking up the early morning coffees and pastries. The florists came to expect you on Mondays and had the flowers ready. On days when you knew she was particularly stressed you would lay an extra lily across her desk in hopes of bringing a smile to her face, even if you couldn't see it. The routine brought you comfort and joy. You knew that Larissa would never have feelings for you but you hoped these small things would be a light in her busy and hectic life. 

It was the middle of the spring semester when you had a stumble in your routine. Your alarm had gone off late causing you to have to rush through the tasks. Flowers and coffee in hand you pushed open her office door, slightly out of breath only to see the woman already sitting at her desk with a slight frown. You froze as she looked up at the sound of your entry, her eyes scanning you up and down, taking in the gifts you held. She slowly stood and made her way over to you, confusion evident on her face. “My dear, it was you?” she said softly, reaching out to take the items from your arms. “I'm so sorry Headmistress,” you said with a blush, looking down to avoid her piercing gaze as your now empty hands twisted together. “Come. sit,” she said with a slightly sterner voice, placing her hand on your shoulder and guiding you to one of the seats in front of her desk. 

Gingerly you sat down, shivering at the loss of her hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Larissa perched on the edge of her desk in front of you and you let out a sharp inhale as your eyes traced her pale thigh, now exposed from the way her skirt rode up as she sat. With your cheeks flaming you looked down again, staring at your own feet. At the sound of her voice, however, you looked up again, meeting her piercing blue eyes swirling with emotion. “ Why have you been leaving me gifts?” she asked softly, confusion evident on her face. “ I just… I wanted to bring you joy” you muttered, eyes flitting about the office, looking everywhere but at the object of your affection. “How did you even know what to get me?” she said, even softer. “ I just paid attention” you stated, finally meeting her eyes. At this she tilted her head, a soft smile forming on her face. “No one has ever cared enough to do something like that” she almost whispered. “Then they are foolish,” you stated your voice firm and filled with emotion. “You deserve all the joys in the world Larissa. You deserve to be woken up with your favorite coffee. Flowers whenever you could want them. Your favorite meal brought for lunch every day. You deserve all the love in the world!” you exclaim with passion. 

As soon as the word left your mouth you found yourself pailing, realizing what you had just said to the woman. Your boss. You stood abruptly, quickly stepping away from her. “I'm so sorry headmistress, I overstepped” you stutter with a blush. Quickly you turn away and dart towards the door however as your hand brushes the knob you feel a hand grasp your wrist. “Wait!” she exclaims. You slowly turn, staring fixedly at the carpet until you feel a finger under your chin, gently lifting your face until you make eye contact with her. “Darling, I always hoped it was you,” she said with a gentle smile as she stepped closer, her eyes slipping down to look at your lips. You gasped as your back hit the door behind you. Your own eyes darted down to her lips, as you found yourself surrounded by her scent, lilies, vanilla, and bergamot flooding your senses. Meeting her eyes once again you feel her hand shift on your face, no longer lifting your chin, her thumb now stroking your cheek as she slowly leaned in. you closed your eyes as your lips finally met, your own hands reaching up to grasp her, one sliding into her hair as the other grips her shoulder. You pull away as you run out of breath and you take in her face, Lipstick smeared but smiling widely at you until you can't help but smile back. She pulls you to her in a warm hug then and you feel her lips against your ear as she speaks. “My dear I will give you all the joy in the world” she whispers before pulling back so your lips could meet again.

[writefulclown]

a list of things that remind you how possessive yoosung really is

yoosung x gn reader established relationship, u live together lol

yoosung seems like a puppy in human form, which makes it so so easy to forget what's truly behind those innocent, twinkling eyes of his. but in certain moments he does something that reminds you of what seven said. "he kind of tends to be a yandere."

whenever you're around other people he always has to be touching you. whether it be holding your hand, having his hand on your knee or sitting close enough for your legs to be touching, there always has to be contact.

it's worse in public. he grips your hand like you've just fallen off a cliff and he's trying to pull you back up. his arm wraps around your waist, holding you so close you feel like you might get absorbed into him.

when you're standing on the street, waiting for a bus, train, whatever, he's clinging onto you with a hug, almost completely encompassing your body with his own. if the weather is cold enough, he'll go a step further and wrap his jacket around you with him still wearing it.

you often see him staring down anyone who looks at you, or worse, approaches you. the more interested they seem, the more threatening his glare is. it doesn't matter if they're a complete stranger, old acquaintance, friend or RFA member.

you'll catch him staring at your phone screen over your shoulder. over time he starts losing himself in reading your conversations, forgetting to be as sneaky as he once was. who could you be talking to? what about? why would you rather text someone than spend time with him?

if he feels like you're on your phone for too long he'll get upset. you have about 5 seconds after his first huff before he's whining for your attention. he'll pout at you, staring incessantly as he tosses around, impatient and dramatic. sometimes he'll skip this step entirely and go straight to prying your phone away, sticking his face in yours, expecting immediate affection after being deprived for seemingly long enough to die.

when you sleep together he holds you tight. it would be so endearing, but when he's asleep and you need to go to the bathroom, or just want to get into a more comfortable position, it's rendered impossible by the grasp he has on you. the only thing you can do is slightly turn your head. even your hands are stuck, so you can't tap his arm to wake him.

when you're away from him he calls you a lot more than would be considered normal. if he stays home while you go for a quick little grocery run he'll find excuses to call you at least 3 times. did you make it to the store safely? we remembered to add eggs to the shopping list, right? when will you be back and do you need help carrying anything?

if he could have it his way neither of you would ever leave the house. all your time would be spent with each other. cuddling, cooking, kissing, talking, sleeping, doesn't matter what you do as long as you're together with no one else interrupting in any capacity.

it's not that he doesn't trust you. he's not paranoid that you'll leave him for someone else. he just wants you to only be with him. only talk to him. only think of him. he does, so why wouldn't you?

you know what he's thinking. you know what he truly wants. he's told you all of it. but the way he always greets you with the biggest smile, offering you his warmest hug, any memory of his darker side is immediately wiped from your brain. how could he ever have a single sinister thought? look at him, how shy he gets around you, how softly he kisses your head when you're falling asleep, how he packs lunches for you every day. don't mind the way he threatens even his closest friends if they happen to get too friendly with you, just let him shower you with all the love in the world. don't worry about a thing.