#and sharing a bedroom in a goodnight dear way

[onioneyez]

Everything’s a spectrum so I’m doing a chart to try and understand my aromanticism 😌

[irndad]

TULIP WITH THE GUY EVER

this is for peter!! im feral for this man my god this is long for nothing happening- guys i am SO fucking rusty prompt: an act of affection so blatant everyone notices roommate!peter <;3 flower prompts

It’s hard not to look at her. 

There’s so much to observe, so much to place his attention on- how she smiles, the way she taps the sides of her mugs before she sips her tea. She’s a vision in red lipstick and he’s the kind of person that’s blessed to be in her presence. 

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a sweet sort way that she curls into herself. She’s been his friend for just about a minute longer than he’s been in love with her, and he’d like to think he does a decent job at hiding this fact.

He landed on his hip today, from a height far enough off the ground that it still hurts, pain radiating from every step as he walks home. The commute is actually quite far from his internship at the newspaper, but he likes the area he lives, and the woman whose company he keeps while he lives there. He makes concessions. 

Still, he’d been looking forward to the sight of her since the ache began. Her presence had a way of soothing. 

She’s curled up onto an inherited recliner in their shared apartment, and when he bursts their creaky door open in a fluid motion, he’s greeted with this sight. She’s not alone- some friends from her graduate program on their Ikea couch. 

It’s girls night, and it’s his dutiful role to say a quick quip and head back to his room. Her two best friends are over, legs splayed over each other in an open display of affection that he adores witnessing. He could hear the laughter and yelling from outside the apartment itself. He likes how they make her laugh, how they seem to make her heart lighter when he can tell she’s not able to carry the weight of everything by herself. 

“Peter!” She’s the first to even notice he’s around, and he tries not to let the stubborn firework in his chest keep exploding at the thought of it. At the thought, she sees me. Her voice is warm and kind and weightless, and he drinks in  the sight of her. Their floor lamp illuminates her in warm golden light, a coupe glass with red wine held in delicate fingers. 

“Hey, you,” he replies, an unmistakable warmth he can’t seem to rid himself of in his tone. He tries not to seem disappointed, like he’d not been imagining watching an irrelevant TV show, a little too close together until they’d fallen asleep just that way.

As he’s hanging his withered coat, he asks, “What are you guys up to tonight?”

Her friend explains that they are watching the Spy Kids trilogy in order, and she nods dutifully along. 

“That sounds wonderful,” he can’t help but laugh. “I’ll leave you guys be-“ 

And it’s no surprise, when they send a him a chorus of please join, and you’re welcome to be here! 

She stands up to give him a hug goodnight (because she wants to kill him), and he envelops her before he can stop himself. She smells like a mixture of lavender and rose and sweet red wine, and he’s grateful for his heightened senses for a moment; it doesn’t take long to memorize it all. 

It occurs to him that he won’t see her until morning, and he takes in the sight of her again, eyes raking over her. She really is beautiful- lovely in a way that radiates her smile, follows her in action. His hands rest on the curve of her waist, and something and things being made to fit one another cross his mind, against his better judgement. God, he could spend forever looking at her, longer touching her. 

He only pulls away when he hears a muffled pair of laughs, failed attempts at not interrupting a moment. Which is absurd, because there is no moment. None. 

She beams at him despite the laughter of those she holds dear, and it aches saying goodbye to her. She's just down the hall and it hurts to leave.

He slinks off to his bedroom smelling like her perfume, blushing bright red and maybe, just maybe, the tiniest bit hopeful. And he thinks he might of heard the faint whisper of two other people, whispering questions he mulls over every day.

"Just roommates, huh?"

[averyakuma]

Late Night Whispers

Pairing - Alastor X gn! Reader

Plot - late night talking, lots of giggles and teasing, snuggles and cuddles 🤭

A/N - you don’t know how much Alastor means to me 😞🙏🏼

It was late at night, You and Alastor were on the roof of the hotel, looking at all of hell. You and him were talking about the most random things, laughing and giggling along the way. It wasn’t like you guys were drunk or anything, but it sounded like it.

You both were very close, you were slightly confused because you thought Alastor liked his personal space, but it didn’t matter at this time because you’ve been in this position for a while. You were resting your head on his shoulder, but his arm wrapped around you in a comforting way. You giggled as you finished your sentence, looking at his red eyes. He noticed this, and looked back warmly.

“Hey Al?” “Yes my dear?” He replied. “Do you think we be dating in every other hell?” He widen his eyes slightly, but then smiled warmly at you, keeping you close with an embrace. “Such a silly question, of course darling, I’d make sure of that in every other hell.” He pecked you on the side of your head, looking at the view.

You giggled at his response, embracing him back. You found it sweet how you he didn’t care if any demon saw you and him on the rooftop, in pajamas. After all, he did really care about his reputation. Throughout the time on top, you both whispered sweet words and things to each other, saying, ‘I love you’ or, ‘I’m so glad I met you down here in this hell’

At this point, you were half awake, trying to stay awake. Alastor clearly knew this, insisting to go back to bed. “Dear, we should really head back to our bedroom, you look tired.” “Noooo, I wanna keep admiring your features. Your bright red eyes, your handsome smile of yours, your fluffy hair..” you yawned as you rub your eye again.

He chuckled again as he stood up, helping you get up as well. He helped you get back to the room, getting you prepped for bed. He was so caring when you two were alone, you didn’t understand why and how, but you cherished it, very. He brushed your hair as you brushed your teeth groggily, you were almost falling asleep on his lap. “Keep brushing your teeth my deer.” “Knew that..”

He then settled you in for bed, then getting himself ready for bed. You begged for him to come to the shared bed of the both of you, but he insisted on waiting. “Please Alastor.. just come to bed..” “just a moment” he hummed as he grabbed a glass of water, knowing you would want one later on.

Alastor finally settled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, he was drawing circles on your back with his thumb, whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly fell asleep. You pecked him on the nose, mesmerizing his features on his face, smiling. “Goodnight Al, I love you.”

“I love you too my dear.”

I AM HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN WRITING ABOUT ALASTOR😭😭

[bunnyabricot]

Automn nights ༄ ‧₊˚

✧ pairing : max verstappen x fem!reader

✧ warning(s) : fluff, smut ; established relationship, grinding, piv, needy max and reader🤭🤭, unprotected sex, pet names (beautiful, love, good girl..), slight overstimulation, cum mention, etc etc

✧ summary : Cold nights with Max always ended up in him pressed close against your back while you listen to his warm and slow breathing tickling your ear. But tonight, you both got all worked up.

✧ words : 1.7k

✧ a/n : first work + not my first language (raahh 🦅🦅🇫🇷) be kind pls and/or give advice pls🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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You hummed, satisfied as your lover held you close to his chest ; Max Verstappen, the f1 driver oh so famous for his anger issues and his trouble of keeping his cool. Obviously, graciously exaggerated by the medias who wouldn’t miss for anything a chance to portray a man who doesn’t like to lose as a bad guy and go as far as giving him the nickname of "the vilain of the f1" just to sell more papers or make more views. Despite those accusations, "Mad Max" as they also like to call him, holds you gently and tenderly as if he was a 5 years old and you were his most precious and fragile treasure. Nights like these were the best and you wouldn’t trade those for anything.

Your heartbeat accelerated by your unconditional and deep love of your Max. Your smile fondly and you felt a kiss being placed in the crook of your neck which made your cheeks a tinted pink fortunately covered by the dim light of your shared bedroom. You shifted your neck and quietly giggled.

"Gosh I love you.. " you sighed under your breath.

Your partner kisses you once more as to accentuate how much you mean to him “I love you too, goodnight beautiful.” he answered.

You shift a bit trying to find a comfortable position to sleep under the comforter and the fluffy blanket above it while your boyfriend’s arm was around your waist, you were the little spoon.

Despite the warmth of your dear lover, his closeness and the way he was holding you made your mind wanders and refrained you from sleeping. You couldn’t sleep. Not when he was so hot in both ways, so close yet not enough. The way his crotch kept pressing against your back accelerates your breathing and by the time he was asking if you were alright you were already hyperventilating.

“Are you alright my love ?” he asked quite concerned and taken aback.

You bit your bottom lip and pressed yourself further onto him subconsciously. “Y-Yes don’t worry.” You were in fact not okay. Everything about him was enticing. From his innocent smile to his soft hair when you brush them delicately, to his piercing eyes and persistant character that makes you so proud but your mind so fuzzy. You brush your hand on his arm. “I’m okay, just.. go back to sleep.” You stopped yourself from acting as a horny teenager and chose instead to sleep early as a responsible adult.

Little did you know your boyfriend was everything but a responsible adult and sometimes couldn’t help himself from acting as a 17 years old boy who just got a girlfriend and wants his dick wet when it came to you.

He smirked as he finally understood why you were breathing so fast when you rubbed against him. He grips your waist tighter and kisses your neck. “Feeling needy are we ?”

The cold weather was soon forgotten when your skin was burning hot with every words Max was saying. “I-Mph..” You were going to find an excuse, or more like a lie, but Max cuts you short by rubbing his clothed core to your ass.

You shakily breathed out some air with your mouth open trying not to moan. You didn’t want to sound too desperate, moaning like that when he wasn’t even touching you properly.

He took this opportunity and put his fingers in your mouth. You obediently close your mouth around them and bite them gently.

He was caressing your body with his other free hand. From your hand, to your arm, your shoulder to finally stop at your warm chest. He pressed his hand against your breast while you were mewling with your mouth full with his fingers.

Your winter pyjamas were now too much for you to handle now that your temperature was elevating more and more. Max seemed to notice because of your cheeks rosing. He always thought the way he made you flustered easily was cute. What can you say you are so enamoured with him you can’t help it.

He kisses your neck once more. Max then shifts his position to be on top of you and he kisses you with so must lust. His tongue finding yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as you squeeze his hand, feeling overwhelmed. You could never get enough of him.

His lips press to your collarbones as he places sloppy kisses onto it. Your bite your lips but a sound escapes your mouth nonetheless. Your chest elevates with each deep breath that you take and you buck your hips in the air trying desperately to have a friction with Max’s hard on, impatient when it came to those kind of activities. Nevertheless, you tried your best to be patient for him and take what Max gives you.

Your obedience payed off when Max took your shirt off, finally relieved from the radiating heat engulfing your body. He took a moment to admire your breasts, his eyes full of hunger. He finally decided to continue his attack but now on them, sucking small hickeys and licking your sensitive buds. Your were moaning. The more he went on, the more you felt yourself leaking in your pyjama pants. Extending your arms to the brim of his top, your lifted it to take it off, wanting nothing more than to see him naked at the moment.

“Please Max, God.. give it to me.." you say while looking up to him. In this angle he looked so so hot and you think you wouldn’t mind making him your husband, or a daddy matter of fact. You just wanted him. All of him.

To accentuate your envy, you rub his hard dick with your hand on top of his pants, making agonizing slow movements. "Please..".

"Shit" he lets out while closing his eyes while frowning ever so slightly. The way you look at him with adoring eyes as if he created the world is driving him crazy. You drive him crazy.

He quickly takes off his bottom. You stare at him, he is so handsome. Yours is rapidly next as you raise your hips while your beautiful driver is removing painfully slowly your pants to tease you back. You arch your back at this action.

You are now both naked, your hot skin touching his. Your hand naturally found its place, gripping his strong shoulder as the other rests at the side of his neck.

Your lovely husband to be placed his tip at your entrance and raised his head to have your approval. You face was all the confirmation he needed but he always made sure you were feeling happy and safe with him. You nodded fervently, eager to feel him inside of you. You feel his thick cock stretching your walls and your whine loudly.

“Shh it’s okay beautiful, you’re okay. Take it like a good girl." you lover said leaning on top of your, his arms caging you.

You always loved when he called you like this. The way he was looking on top of you and how he’s calling you these sweet names makes you want to be filled with his cum.

You shut your eyes and immediately, your mouth, attracted to his like a magnet, crashes into Max’s to have a languorous kiss. You grip the back of his head and tug on his brown hair. You also hold his shoulder tighter for support.

The passion between the both of you mutters the sting in between you legs. Soon, Max starts to move and all the discomfort turns into pleasure. The way he’s made for you mentally and physically is almost disturbing.

Both of your moans are harmonising in sync with Max’s thrusts. You grip Max’s hair tightly and slightly scratch his back with your nails to attenuate your ecstasy which only earn you hard trusts from your lover in response. “A-Aaah ! Max..s too much..! ♡ ” you almost scream from pleasure. “You can do it my love. You’re so beautiful gosh..” he says short of breath from the effort but continuing his ruthless pace nonetheless. Wether it’s on tracks or in bed, Max can’t help but be fast.

He mercilessly fucks into you as he calls you sweet names. “My pretty girl”, “Fuck you’re so perfect” and even let slip a quiet “my wife..” which was mostly meant for himself.

You feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and you know that you’re close. With the way Max ruts inside you like a desperate man and how he sometimes clumsily slips out of you because of his mind fusing you can tell that he is too. You open your mouth and a loud moan escape it signaling that you reached your climax. “Max ! ♡” you scream his name as you cum.

He continues his pace nevertheless and you tap on his shoulder as to surrender. “Max god please please I c-can’t !” You scream still sensitive from your orgasm and overstimulated from your lover who doesn’t seem to budge at how helpless you sound. “Just a little bit more m’love..” he says, panting.

He slams into you a few times before finally plunging deeply into you and filling you with his warm cum. He gently and slowly pull out of you as he takes a deep breath. Max takes a step back to look at his art ; you looking so gorgeous as ever, his cum leaking out of your pussy, dazed eyes, messy hair, panting from your hot making love session. He could die here a happy man.

You looked up at him feeling so dearly enamoured and loyal to this man. “Max ?” You asked still high from your orgasm. “Yes beautiful ?” he answered immediately with a gentle smile. “Instead of saying under your breath during sex that I’m your wife, why don’t you officially make me a Verstappen ?” You mindlessly asked. Max was to say taken aback by your sudden question. He didn’t think much of it during the action. He didn’t even think you would hear it. It’s not that he never thought about it. In fact he’d love to make you properly his. He had this idea in mind more than you could ever guess. So obviously he smiled so fondly and laughed at how you talked about such and important subject like it’s nothing when you both look like a mess.

He approached you and passionately kissed you. You put your hand on his cheek and when you opened your eyes, you see a lovesick Max with a wide grin. “I’d love to.” He answered your pending question before cuddling you dearly for the rest of the night.

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[hysel-e]

Midnight Embrace

It was fifteen minutes to midnight. The world outside was silent, but inside your home office, the rustling of papers could be heard. A lone candle cast a warm, flickering glow, illuminating the dim room as you reviewed documents for the Bureau.

As you progressed through the stack of papers, the door to your office creaked open, revealing Orter with furrowed brows.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he questioned, disapproval evident in his tone.

You lifted your gaze from the documents, meeting his eyes. “Were you waiting for me? It’s not good to stay up so late - more work awaits us tomorrow," you responded, your voice tinged with concern.

“I could say the same to you. It's time for bed.”

“You know I cannot. These papers won't attend to themselves."

The situation amused you. Usually, you were the one who would reprimand him for burning the midnight oil, often staying by his side until he either finished his tasks or finally gave in to your coaxing to retire for the night. But tonight, the roles were reversed. 'How the tables have turned,' you thought, smiling to yourself.

Seeing that he refused to leave without you, you rose from your desk and took his hand in yours. ‘Such a stubborn man.’

“Come," you beckoned, guiding him back to your shared bedroom.

Once there, you directed Orter to the edge of the bed, then positioned yourself on his lap. Your arms found their way around his neck, while his hands rested at your waist and cradled the back of your head. In a tender moment, a fervent kiss unfolded between you. As your lips parted, you leaned back with a playful smile and said, “I’ll join you in bed once I finish a bit more. That kiss was enough to help you sleep soundly, don't you think?”

However, as soon as you stood up, preparing to return to your office, a firm grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks.

"You have done enough for today," Orter’s arms then enveloped you, pulling you down onto the bed into his embrace.

Clearly, he didn't agree.

A soft chuckle escaped you. “And I thought I was the clingy one.”

"Perhaps I've picked up a thing or two from you," he mumbled wearily, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion from the day's work.

True, it wouldn't be that strange. After all, you've been together for quite some time.

“Now, sleep. By my side," he said softly, a gentleness you found impossible to resist.

“Since you've asked so sweetly, I suppose work can wait for another time. Goodnight, darling," you murmured, succumbing to the warmth of his hold.

“Goodnight, dear," he whispered, his breath delicately grazing your skin.

As you closed your eyes, the last sound that graced your ears was the chime of the clock, signaling that midnight had arrived.

In the tranquility of the night, the worries of the day melted away as you both drifted off in each other's embrace.

[7waystreet]

dirty confessions | jeon jungkook

This BTS 18+ explicit series will include 7 diary entries (one from each of the bangtan boys) confessing to the dirty thoughts they have about (y/n) and the sinful sexual acts they've part taken in during their lives.

I kindly ask the reader to start with pt.1 and end with pt.7 since it's a series and will contain overlapping scenarios and characters ♡

✬ foreword pt. 1 — seokjin pt. 2 — yoongi pt. 3 — namjoon pt. 4 — hoseok pt. 5 — jimin pt. 6 — taehyung pt. 7 — jungkook

pt. 7 — jungkook

Dear diary,

I have a confession to make. I fucked Namjoon hyung's sister, Hobi hyung's ex gf, and Yoongi hyung's gf all together in our dorm while the boys were out. I'm the golden maknae after all, bitches.

Now let me write out the events of my sexcapade one by one on these pages like I dumped my cum in each of their holes.

It was late into the night when I took off my headphones after hours of playing Overwatch by myself in my bedroom, my hand mindlessly scratching my balls while I walked over to the kitchen for a quick snack. It's then when I heard a few girls whispering in the dimly lit living room of our dorm, my ears perking up at once when I recognized Namjoon hyung's sister's voice. I remember hyung saying she was going to visit so it wasn't really a big deal seeing her in the boys' apartment, but I held in my breath when I noticed Hobi hyung's ex gf and Yoongi hyung's gf both on the couch too, all of the girls talking shit about the hyung line together.

"Thanks so much for inviting us girls so we can all confront the boys tonight!"

Fuck. I knew they were up to no good, but I had the advantage of hiding and listening to their plan without their knowledge while I blended behind a curtain in the hallway. The tea was SPILLED.

I found out Namjoon hyung's sister and Jin hyung were fucking and actually ended up catching feelings for each other, but they were too terrified to come out and tell Namjoon hyung about it. No shit... hooking up with a member's sister is fucked up, but we all know Jin hyung has no morals. She wanted to confess the truth to her brother tonight... Goodluck dealing with his wrath, I thought in silence.

I also found out the two other girls were cheating and hooking up with each other's bfs... What in the fucking world? And the fact that they were cuddling on the couch and saying sorry to one another?! I'll never understand the female species. This is why I stay away from chicks and stick to my video games. I don't even know how I got lucky bagging my gf, who's much more sane compared to these lot.

That's when I decided to call V hyung and update him on this gossip for some light bit of entertainment. I opened our location sharing app on my phone just to check if he was also at home just locked up in his bedroom, and that's when my heart fell out of my chest... Why was his location at my gf's apartment this late into the night? I decided to inspect and give him a call, but he never picked up.

Sorry Jungkookie. Out with friends. Will call you tmrw.

This stupid fucking bastard had the audacity to text me that big of a lie when I have his location? At least Jimin hyung answered my call even when the poor guy was half asleep. An anger unlike I've known ruptured my insides, a mixture of plunging sadness poising my mind when my gf replied back to my sweet goodnight text with "Cuddling a big bear to bed right now wishing it was you."

This bitch was definitely fucking V hyung behind my back. That's it, I lost my cool.

"ALL YOU GIRLS ARE DISGUSTING!"

Overwhelmed with emotions, I stomped into the living room and revealed myself to the noonas, my upset state of mind compelling me into lashing out at them, who realistically didn't deserve to endure my sudden outburst at all. It wasn't really them who I was upset at, it was just girls who cheat in general. But never did I think the night would end up the way it did based off of that aching awkward silence followed my grand entrance.

"Kook... Please don't tell the boys anything you heard. Please. You can't. They've to hear it from us otherwise it'll ruin the entire friend group. It could ruin Bangtan" Namjoon hyung's sister pleaded with puppy eyes.

Hah. Manipulation at it's finest. You're the one who's gonna screw up and then put it all on me? You think I'm a dumbass not able to see the way you're trying to coax me? Baby, please don't embarrass yourself.

"What do I get in return for keeping quiet?" I was willing to play their dirty little tricks, not giving them any satisfaction whatsoever.

"How about we... come to an agreement between the four of us?"

I didn't understand what she meant by her words until she got up and slowly walked towards me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders before suddenly pulling me in for a kiss on the lips. My mind immediately yelled S T O P but my dick felt a tingle when her tits pushed into mine, the taste of her cherry chapstick and the scent of her floral perfume numbing out my brain for the brief couple of seconds we kept kissing.

"If you girls love fucking people who you shouldn't be fucking, then show me a good time. I'll only keep quiet this way" my pulsing cock spoke for itself without my permission...

The smirk on the girls' faces mimicked the one devising on mine when I dropped on the couch and manspread, waiting for the big show to get started. The thrill of it was like no other I've experienced, even topping the high I feel everytime I get a new tattoo. The hyungs were all out at the club tonight and could walk into the living room any given moment, but I didn't give a fuck. I'm lowkey the wildest — no cap.

All three noonas got naked within the blink of an eye, the vibes immaculate with the dim mood lighting, the way they helped me out of my sweats one by one giving me goosebumps while an unbearable heat began running through my blood. It was like I was in a porno getting pleasured by a bunch of chicks, Hobi hyung's ex gf and Yoongi hyung's gf both opting to suck my dick in turns on their knees while Namjoon hyung's sister stayed up on the couch and made out with me. Shit, no wonder the members were fucking these three girls in turns, their mouths like pros gagging on my cock and coughing up spit, getting me even more aroused as they panted and jerked me off with their hands to breathe in some air in between.

The two girls kept playing with my dick, their spits mixing and slobbering all over my boner as they deep throated it in turns, a set of lips lightly sucking on my balls at times to get me moaning from the pleasure. Namjoon hyung's sister and I shared more of a bond since we've been family friends for a while, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a crush on her when I first moved to Seoul and met her, but here I was now with my tongue down her throat, the way she slid down and sucked on my neck prickling a shiver to run down my spine.

I couldn't take it any longer and busted a nut for the first time that night, my money cum shot spurting all over the girls' pretty faces. They shyly giggled as they looked me in the eyes, my chest panting from reaching my high, although my lip curling in a smile when I said "Eat it off of each other." The two baddies did as I told them without hesitation, their tongues licking off my cum from one another's faces, eventually leading them into making out and moaning while naked right in front of me. Holy fuck, I felt myself getting hard again. Both me and noona just watched the two girls getting down with each other for a long time, the way they squeezed each other's tits and kissed one another a total turn on, noona then slowly whispering in my ear "Please fuck me, Jungkook."

Happily.

As I got on top of her on the couch, I couldn't help but think Jin hyung fucks her hard just like this too, but what kind of a maknae would I be if I didn't take anything and everything of Jin hyung's? I live to make him suffer. In fact, it's my birth right.

My attention was mostly on Namjoon hyung's sister as I stuck my cock roughly inside of her without notice, stretching out her walls with my girth, watching her eyes shut close as she adjusted to my length, but the loud moaning of one of the girls eating the other one out on the carpet right next to us was peaking my arousal at a finest. Watching two chicks hook up like that while my cock was pounding such a sweet pussy was an experience I'll never forget. My chest felt a burn that rose up to my throat when I heard the front door's handle rattle, but it was a false alarm as some drunk neighbors were coming home from a bar and stumbled to the wrong apartment... Hah. That didn't stop me from ruining noona's pussy though. I just kept slamming her throughout the incident, half hoping the hyungs walked in during this fuck fest. Fear is not a word in my dictionary.

The screams of all three of the bitches made the walls shake to say the least, my grunts barely audible as I lifted noona's legs up to angle myself even deeper into her pussy, smashing into her g-spot while she clenched tighter and tighter, making it such a gripping fit that I was ready to cum another time. Her face was turning pale as she contracted her muscles and held her breath in, her moans freezing up when she came around my cock allowing me to slid in an out better as she let go, my orgasm following shortly and my cum creaming her up and dripping onto the couch in a slop when I pulled out.

I happened to look down and caught Yoongi hyung's gf cumming into Hobi hyung's ex gf's mouth from a mind blowing eating out job, the wild chick appearing quite talented with her tongue. It was her who needed a reward for the hard work now, so I got on the floor and pinned her down while the other girl was catching her breath post orgasm.

I just stuck my fingers into her wet pussy which was just throbbing and waiting to be filled, pumping in and out with varying speeds and angles to get her whimpering in no time, not breaking our smoldering eye contact whatsoever. It took just a couple of minutes to get her cumming, the way she was already so aroused from tasting pussy a turn on for me too as I gave her what she needed, which was a hot fingering session that'd change her life.

That's when the hyung line walked in on all four of us butt ass naked on the floor in the dorm living room, their feet freezing up in their steps and faces turning ghost pale at the crazy sight.

"Oh, right hyungs... We're all fucking each other's girls if y'all hadn't caught on already. Bangtan for life, am I right?" 

a/n ♡

i imagined jungkook being a key player to tie up all loose ends in this series, the way he disapproves of the hyungs dirty behavior but ends up doing the same exact thing an ode to his bratty maknae side and how he's "allowed" to get away with things being the youngest

— using gen z words: "no cap", "baddie", "tea spilt" reflects his age as he throws in more slang than others

— his fearlessness: jungkook is as brave as it gets in bts, none of the other members being on this level despite their dirty confessions

— feelings towards members: even in his diary he's quarreling with seokjin like irl (calling him out for "no morals", saying he lives to make jin suffer). meanwhile, he seems to view namjoon as an authoritative figure like irl, and his closeness with tae and jimin shows when he decides to call them to gossip about the drama

[nanawritesit]

Obey Me! Demon Brothers: When You Wake Up From a Nightmare

tw: bad dreams, anxiety, sharing a bed, cuddling, kissing, eating food

Lucifer:

You were currently tiptoeing your way through the House of Lamentation, stumbling around in the dark. You knew the path to Lucifer’s office well, but it was still hard to navigate without any light. It also didn’t help that your heart was beating out of your chest from the dream you just had.

Finally reaching the correct door, you gathered up your courage and knocked on his door lightly.

“Come in.” he said from the other side.

You crept around his door to see him at his desk, papers sprawled out everywhere as usual. You knew you’d be more likely to find him in his office than his bedroom at this hour.

“MC, what are you doing up? You should be asleep, we have school tomorrow.” he asked in a slightly scolding tone.

So should you. You thought to yourself.

“I um…” you stammered, gaze fixed upon the floor.

He sensed your nervousness, and his tone softened. “MC, it’s alright,” he reassured, “you can tell me.”

You huffed, then straightened yourself up. “I had a bad dream, and now I can’t sleep.”

“Ah, I see…” he observed, folding his hands together. “Are you sleepy?”

You nodded sheepishly. “I am, but I’m too anxious to let myself fall back asleep.”

“Hm…” he hummed, drumming his fingers on his desk in thought. “Would it help if someone was in bed with you?”

Your heart stopped. The avatar of pride himself was offering to share a bed with you just so you could fall back asleep. Of course, you had fantasized about it several times before, but were far too shy to initiate anything with him.

“I…” you stuttered, clearing your throat. “I suppose so.”

“I was thinking about heading up to bed soon myself.” he explained. “You could join me if you’d like.”

You nodded with a small smile. “I would like that.”

He grinned. “Alright, let’s go.”

At first, it was a bit awkward. He slept on his back, and you were curled up in a ball facing away from him. You tried your best to let go of your anxiety, but it seemed to just make you feel worse.

“Lucifer?” you whispered hesitantly.

“Yes MC?”

“I’m still scared…” you admitted, feeling embarrassed. It was humiliating to tell a demon you couldn’t fall asleep because of a stupid dream.

He sighed and rolled over, putting his arms around you to spoon you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he put one arm around your waist and the other under your pillow. He draped a single leg over both of yours, then plopped his head onto the edge of your pillow.

“There, now you’re safe and protected.” he told you. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You were stiff at first, but it was surprisingly easy to lean into his touch. He really did make you feel safe. He smelled like coffee and vanilla, and was so warm…

Before you knew it, your eyelids were starting to feel heavy again, and you were drifting off to sleep without a care.

“Goodnight my dear.” he whispered, somehow sensing that you were about to pass out. You hummed in response, making him chuckle before nodding off himself.

Mammon:

You woke up in a cold sweat, turning on your bedside lamp quickly to make sure nothing was after you. You sighed in relief as you realized it was just a dream. However, your mind drifted back to your sorcery class earlier today.

You were instructed to envision your worst fears as you looked into the cauldron, manifesting them into a hexing potion. Yours turned out great, but now it was plaguing you. What if you accidentally manifested some sort of terrifying entity, and it was now coming after you?

You began to tremble in anxiety, feeling your heartbeat quicken. You sprung out of bed and ran to the one person you knew would make you feel better.

“Mammon wake up!” you screeched, bursting through his bedroom door.

He groaned as he raised himself up. “Hm? What’s goin’ on?” he asked with a yawn, squinting his tired eyes.

“I think something’s after me!” you cried. “I don’t know what it is but I just had a horrible nightmare, and today in potions class I was manifesting my worst fears into a hex, and now I’m scared it’s coming for me and-“

“Okay, okay,” he interrupted, concerned at how you were gasping for air between sentences. He put his arms around you and just held you there for a second, rubbing his hand along your back soothingly. “I’ve got ya. It’s okay.”

You squinted your eyes shut, pushing the stray tears out of them. You buried your head into his chest as you caught your breath.

“Mammon, I’m so scared.” you confessed.

“I can tell, you’re literally shakin’…” he observed. He leaned back and placed a hand on your forehead, looking down at you with a concerned expression. “You’re burnin’ up too. Ya poor thing…”

“What if something is coming to get me?” you asked. “What if it wants to hurt me?”

“I wouldn’t let anything hurt ya, MC. You’re with the Great Mammon now.” he reassured with a smug grin. Normally a remark like that would’ve annoyed you, but tonight it was strangely comforting.

“Thank you Mammon…” you sighed in relief. You looked around the room awkwardly. “Can I… can I sleep in here tonight?”

His eyes widened and his face immediately heated up at the suggestion. He wanted to scream “yes!” from the rooftops. But he just coughed, shifting into a stricter posture. “I don’t know if that’s-“

“Please?” you practically whimpered, reaching for his hands. You were looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen.

Damnit. He thought to himself. They’re way too cute to refuse.

“Well… what kind of demon would I be if I didn’t help my human out in their hour of need?” he stated with false confidence. “But just for tonight!”

“Yay!” you cheered, burrowing under his blanket like a little bunny.

His thoughts were racing as he joined you. Be cool, Mammon. You’re just sharing a bed with your crush. It’s no big deal. Whatever you do, don’t think about how snuggly they look, or how they were just begging you to sleep together, or how they came to you first over everyone else…

“Thank you for keeping me safe, my big strong demon.” you chuckled. You thought to yourself for a moment, then leaned over to peck his cheek. “Goodnight Mammon.”

His heart felt like it was going to explode, and his face was on fire. “Oh come on, ya can’t just do that! How am *I* supposed to fall sleep now?”

Leviathan:

Just as you expected, the lights of Levi’s room were still on. He was sitting up in his bathtub bed, playing video games. It was a sight you saw every day, but tonight it was especially calming.

“Levi?” you called out as you entered through the doorway.

He jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion, but smiled once he saw that it was you. “Oh, it’s you MC. Do you need something?”

“Yeah actually, I…” you began, rubbing the back of your neck anxiously.

He looked you over, observing your tousled hair, clammy skin, and dark circles. “Bad dream?”

Your head snapped back up, and you let out a small gasp. “How did you know?”

He shrugged, setting his controller down. “I used to get them a lot. I just kind of know the look of them.”

“Really?” you asked. “But you seem so brave!”

He blushed lightly, glancing down at his lap with a smile. No one ever thought of him as brave.

“I just started doing things I love when I woke up from a nightmare.” he explained. “Playing video games, watching anime, reading manga… it was a good way to get my mind off the dream, and helped me feel sleepy enough to go back to bed. And since it put me back in a good headspace, I usually had a good dream afterwards. ”

You smiled gratefully. “Thanks for the advice Levi. I’ll give that a try.” You started to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist suddenly. You froze and glanced down at it.

“Sorry.” he chuckled nervously, letting go. “It’s just… if you’re not ready to go back to sleep yet, I was wondering if you’d want to watch some anime together? I’ll give you my ruri-chan body pillow and everything.”

You couldn’t help the great big smile that broke out on your face. “I’d love to, Levi!”

He gave you an equally huge grin, and pulled you into the tub on top of him. You screeched playfully, scrambling to sit up on his lap. Feeling a lot better already, you were confident that you would have a good dream when you eventually went back to sleep, like Levi said. What he didn’t know was that he was the topic of all your good dreams.

Satan:

Satan was sitting up in his bed, propped up on his pillows and reading a book. He was in his pajamas, clearly doing his nightly routine of reading before bed. He glanced up from the top of his book when he heard you enter his room.

“Ah MC, it’s good to see you.” he smiled, closing the book but keeping his thumb on the page he was reading.

“Hi Satan, um… what are you reading?” you asked, trying to deflect the attention off yourself.

“Oh not much, just some poetry…” he told you, gesturing to the book. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah…” you sighed. There was no way you could act like nothing was wrong. He could read you too well. “Do you… remember that time we were studying together and I fell asleep to the sound of you reading aloud?”

He nodded with a miniscule smirk.

“Well, I just had a really bad dream, and I can’t fall back asleep… could you do that for me again?” you asked, bashfully kicking at the foot of the bed.

“Of course I can, dear.” he said, trying to contain his joy at how you came to him for help with a request like this.

He scooted over and flipped up the comforter, patting the spot next to him. You slowly climbed up next to him, cautiously resting your head on his shoulder.

He put an arm around your side to hold the other end of his book out in front of you. “I didn’t know you enjoyed my reading so much.”

You shyly looked away from him. “You just… have a really relaxing voice, okay?” you mumbled.

He held back a chuckle, turning his attention back to the book. He began reading it out loud to you.

You followed along for a little while, but eventually your eyelids fluttered shut, and Satan’s words got more and more jumbled. You just felt so cozy and safe in his arms, and before you knew it, you didn’t even remember how scared you were. You quickly fell asleep right there on his shoulder.

He glanced down at you, smirking to himself as he noticed your unconsciousness. He turnt his attention back to the book.

“‘I may never find words beautiful enough to describe all that you mean to me, but I will spend the rest of my life searching for them.’ John Mark Green.”

He shut the book and placed it back on his night stand. Carefully lifting you off his shoulder, he laid you down flat on the bed and covered you up. Once the lights were off, he curled up next to you and went to sleep with butterflies in his stomach. You were truly special to him.

Asmodeus:

You crept into Asmo’s bedroom to see him sound asleep on his huge, luxurious bed. He had on a pink sleep mask, and was wearing the softest silk pajamas you’d ever seen.

“Asmo?” you whispered, gently shaking him awake.

He whined, shuffling around a bit. “Mm, who is it? You know I need my beauty sleep!”

“Asmo it’s me, MC… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woke you. It was just a nightmare. I’ll go back to bed…”

He suddenly sprung up, whipping off his sleep mask. “Oh my poor darling!” he pouted, turning on his bedside lamp. “Sorry about the tone MC, I assumed you were one of my brothers. I would’ve been much nicer had I known it was you!”

“It’s okay Asmo…” you told him with a chuckle.

“No it’s not ‘okay,’ you just had a nightmare!” he gaped, putting his hands on your shoulders. “That’s really scary! I mean, I never get them, but Levi does, and from what I hear they’re pretty terrifying!”

“It was, but… I can’t remember what it was about.” you told him disappointedly.

“Oh, that’s horrible honey…” he said, pulling you in for a tight hug. “I bet it’s even worse not knowing what scared you!” He began to run a hand through your hair comfortingly. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the soothing sensation. It felt really good to be babied by Asmo.

You nodded into the crook of his neck. “I’m still pretty scared too… can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course you can darling!” he cooed, kissing your forehead. “I’ll give you all the attention you want until you fall back asleep!”

“Awh, thanks Asmo…” you beamed, falling back against the mattress with him.

The two of you stayed up for a little while longer, gossiping and giggling until you started feeling tired again.

“You’re so cute when you’re all sleepy like this…” he complimented you, tucking your hair behind your ear. He was looking at you with such genuine admiration in his eyes. “You’re beautiful, MC.”

“Not as beautiful as you, Asmo.” you chuckled, trying to ignore the blush that was creeping up your cheeks.

He laughed, cuddling up to you. “Well, no one’s as beautiful as me. But you come pretty close.”

Beelzebub:

You woke up in the middle of the night with a general sense of anxiety. It wasn’t so much that you were panicking, but it was enough to put you on edge.

You were startled by a loud noise coming from down the hall. Paralyzed with fear, you somehow managed to creep out of bed and down the hallway, holding a broom out in front of you for protection.

You stopped in front of the kitchen, hearing something shuffling around in there. Whatever was lurking around the house was definitely in there. You collected all the courage you had, then leapt around the corner into the kitchen, charging in with your broom raised to strike.

“MC, it’s just me!” Beel cried, throwing his hands up in surrender. He was currently knelt in front of the oven, picking some cookies up off the ground.

“Oh…. sorry Beel, I’m just a bit jumpy… I heard a loud noise and got scared.”

“That was just me baking cookies.” he chuckled, standing up. “I accidentally dropped the tray taking them out of the oven. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No it’s okay, I was already awake.” you explained, taking a seat at the counter.

“Really? You’re usually asleep at this hour.” he observed. He set the tray in front of you, gesturing for you to take one.

“Well I was, but I just randomly woke up.” you told him, taking a bite of a cookie. “I don’t know why, I just felt super anxious and full of dread.”

“That’s not good.” he said, stating the obvious. “I usually only get nightmares when I’m hungry. That’s why I always wake up for a snack before I can have one.”

“Maybe that’s what I need.” you chuckled. “Good thing you were up baking!”

He laughed along with you, grabbing a cookie himself. “I’m glad I can help. But even if I wasn’t, you know you can always wake me up if you need something. I wouldn’t mind.”

You smiled warmly. “Thank you, Beel. I really appreciate that.”

He nodded contentedly, then picked up the tray of cookies. “Well, I’m gonna take these back to my room and go back to bed. Wanna share?”

You were a little shocked that he was being so forward. He must have noticed this, because he gave you a comforting expression before he explained.

“The cookies, not the bed.” he laughed. “Although I wouldn’t mind sharing both.”

You giggled at his bluntness. “Sounds good to me.”

“Which one?” he asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” you teased, grabbing the cookies and running ahead of him up the stairs. He quickly caught up to you in the bedroom, but you jumped into his bed before he could catch you.

“I see, you wanna share both too.” he grinned, crawling up next to you. He took a bite out of the cookie you were holding. “How gluttonous.”

Belphegor:

The faint sound of snoring reached your ears as you opened the door to the stairs of the attic. You knew Belphie would be asleep. Having just woke up from a nightmare, you first thought was to go to the avatar of sloth. Surely he would be able to help.

“Belphie?” you called out, approaching his sleeping form. No response. You shook him lightly. “Belphie, please, I need you.”

That seemed to get to him. He immediately rolled over and sat up. “MC? What is it?”

You sighed in relief that you were able to wake him up. “Belphie, can you do anything about nightmares? I just had a pretty bad one, and now I can’t sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry MC.” he said sympathetically, ruffling your hair. “Yeah, just lie down right here next to me.”

You did as he asked, curling up in his cozy blankets and pillows that smelled just like him. The lavender aroma was intoxicating, instantly making you feel sleepy again.

“Alright, is it okay if I lay on top of you? It helps the magic work better.” he asked. You nodded, and he put his weight on you. His head was on your chest, and he had his arms curled up around your sides. It felt like you had a big, cuddly teddy bear on top of you. That combined with the way he was drawing little circles on your arm with his fingers was enough to put you back to sleep in no time.

You awoke in the morning tangled up together. He had somehow wriggled his way up your body, laying on his side and holding onto you while you faced him, curled up into his chest.

He woke up at the feeling of you stirring next to him, a small smile forming on his face as he stretched his legs. “Good morning, MC.”

“Morning Belphie.” you mused, brushing his hair out of his face. “That was some magic you used last night.”

He chuckled lightly. “I didn’t use any magic last night MC.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “You didn’t? But… I fell asleep so easily!”

“I honestly just wanted to cuddle you.” he confessed, blushing slightly. “But I guess it made you feel safe enough to fall back asleep.”

“Yeah, it did… I didn’t have another nightmare, so I’ll let you off the hook.” you decided, smirking at him playfully.

“I don’t apologize for anything.” he remarked with a devilish grin.

[uchihaxitachi]

itachi’s june -> day 20: going on a trip

a/n: aanddd she’s back writing a little about itachi after ages. im sorry we’re already??? more than half way with july and im still stuck in june 🤣 but i think it eez what it eez i’ve just been so busy tackling irl stuff (modern au, husband itachi)

“i wish we could go here.” you mumbled, watching the tourist movie with depp and jolie. “you want to go to venice, my dear?” itachi hums, a face mask on which you made him wear since this was supposed to be the ✨ self care ✨ night. the cute headband that prevents his hair from coming at his face makes him look undoubtedly more cuter.

“shyeah- look at this, i mean, this looks so aesthetic.” you hummed, grabbing some popcorn while you lean against itachi’s shoulder. “at least the visuals are aesthetic.” itachi comments, squinting his eyes at the movie. yeah, he didn’t like this movie at all. you snorted, “jeez, its a fun one time watch movie itachi, why you gotta be so judgy.”

he rolls his eyes slightly at the insinuation. judgy? he’s not being judgy… he just doesn’t get invested in mundane movies. le sigh. 😮‍💨 however, if you have indulged in this movie and wanted your husband to watch it with you, he would. and he did. while YOU ended up falling asleep.

a soft smile creeps upon itachi’s face as he leans in and kisses your forehead. “goodnight. angel.” itachi gets up, carrying you princess style to the shared bedroom. lathering you with soft covers and turning the aircon on. for some time after, itachi took out the tablet and researched about the destination you wanted to visit… hmmm…

the next morning was the usual, itachi woke up a little earlier and prepared coffee for you along with your daily supplements. you wander around the kitchen and give him a chaste peck. “mornin’ uchiha.” you snicker. he looks so disciplined at times. especially when he is occupied with something.

“are we still as excited for venice or did we sleep it off?” itachi grins, his beautiful close eyed smile. you blink, chuckling, “of course we are! hell yeah we are?!?!” and so it began. itachi had booked the flight tickets for the next week.

throughout the preparation for the trip, it was the little things handled by your husband that made your heart flutter. personalized passport cover? he knows you’re an extra little thing and spares no details for the same. facemasks for relaxing in the flight, some melatonin for good sleep, earbuds with noise cancellation, he was thoroughly prepared. itachi knows you also like to match outfits and didn’t mind the to and fro you did while packing all of the stuff.

once you both boarded the flight after the security check in, itachi lets you babble all about venice and how you think it’d be. you and him travel frequently because even itachi has a keen interest to look at the world. to absorb things which are different from the mundane.

when yall reached venice this dude has no brakes? booked the hotel you liked in the movie?? observant mcgee? brought you gowns and took you for dinner, spend the time in the boat with you watching the sunset, did some brand shopping— what! that prada bag looked extra nice. 😒 and the love making ofc 🤭

itachi has a habit of recording your candid pictures and videos just for the sake of it. there is a cute sense of enjoyment that he feels when you excitedly collate all these videos together for le social media. :3 best husband ever :3 best man ever :3

[luvfy0dor]

"You Should Take it as a Compliment..." Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Drinking, silliness

Description; really short Fyodor drabble for his birthday based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift because I'm so djsmammsdk

A/n; he makes me so happy it turns back to sad

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You got drunk and made fun of the way he talks.

If he was being honest, he didn't mind watching you tipsily stumble over your words and blabber about whatever mundane topic you chose in the moment. Fyodor was more of a listener than a talker anyway.

His head rested against his knuckles, his violet eyes seemingly piercing through you as you mimicked Fyodors accent back to him. His lips darkened a bit with every sip of his red wine before he licked the off excess. He watched while you talked with both your hands and your mouth; giggling between words and occasionally wheezing like you were the funniest thing in the world.

"-but I can be as obnoxiously smart as I want, because I'm really gorgeous and enthralling, so it makes up for my astuteness." You say, your faux russian accent starting to fade at the end of your sentence. He grins a bit and sets his cup down, the glass clinking against the wood table. "Gorgeous and enthralling?" He repeats, the corners of his lips tugged upwards. You nod in response, sipping on your drink of choice. "So gorgeous it actually hurts." You reaffirm your statement with your full chest, not shying away from the truth.

Fyodor was flattered by your sweet words, but took your empty glass to the sink while you remained seated. "And why is that?" He asks from the kitchen. "You're just...I dunno, I love your hair, your eyes, your nose...your smarts...all that cheesy stuff." You murmur with such a lovestruck expression on your face. He stands behind your chair and guides you chin upwards to look at him, his raven colored hair gently caressing your face. "Well, I'm glad you find me appealing, my love." He pressed a soft and loving kiss to your lips, his thumbs gently running along your skin. You could still taste the wine on his lips and tongue, making you hum quietly as you reached up to cup his face.

You were the one to part from the kiss, pushing his face away from yours to catch your breath. He felt your hand pressed against his cheek, making him laugh quietly. "We should head to bed, my dear. You seem tired." He murmurs, rubbing your shoulders and arms before he pulls your chair out for you. You nod with a yawn and stand up, walking with him to your shared bedroom.

"Yeah, you're right...you always are." You say with a smile, resting your head on his shoulder. "I know you very well, I would never let something so obvious pass right under my nose." He states, pushing the door to the room open, guiding you to the bed. He crawls into the warmth of the blankets next to you and pulls your body closer to his. "Goodnight, Einstein." You say sarcastically. "I love you very much." You murmur, holding onto the fabric of his shirt and cuddling into his lanky frame. He hums and kisses your head quickly. "Goodnight, I love you too, my dear."

A/n; stop this song reminds me of this one girl cndnsk but anyways happy bday to my majestical beautiful sublime princess wife I love him

[worksby-d]

Possibly the Best

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy accidentally falls asleep before you on your wedding night.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~700

a/n: Back on my Andy bullshit (jk I was never off it) 🫶

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Finally making it to the door of your suite, it feels like you can't find your keycard fast enough. Who knew you could shove so much shit into a tiny clutch on your wedding day.

All you can think about as you eventually hold it up to the lock is getting out of your dress. It wasn't until you got on the elevator a few minutes ago that you had the chance to realize how uncomfortable you are, wanting nothing more than to take a deep breath after all day without the tight material constricting you.

There's also your husband though... Maybe he's the one thing you want more than that.

He was able to sneak away a couple minutes earlier than you as your goodnights to your lingering family dragged on.

He left with a teasing whisper in your ear, telling you he'd be waiting and ready for you once you finally made it up.

But walking into the room, you’re not met by him. It’s quiet as you look around. You expected him to be at the door, waiting impatiently for the moment to have you alone for the first time today.

“Andy,” you call out without a response.

It's faint snores that finally get your attention as you tiptoe closer to the bedroom. You let out a quiet laugh seeing him on the bed, sleeping in his tux. You can tell he didn't mean to doze off if he made no effort to actually get comfortable.

Dropping your purse and your shoes–that you rid yourself of hours ago–onto the floor, you silently make your way to the side of the bed. Leaning over him, you can tell he's already beginning to stir, but you press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Babe,” you whisper.

Peeking an eye open, his initial reaction is to sit up, but you're in his way.

“Oh shit.” His words turn into a yawn. “Baby–”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, keeping a hand on his chest to let him stay laying there as you sit on the edge of the bed next to him.

“I just sat down for a breather.” He rests a hand on top of yours, rubbing his eyes with his other. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you promise, shooting him a faux stern look for having to repeat yourself. “We don't have to do anything, but you have to help me out of my dress.”

He chuckles at the exasperated groan you let out as you muster the energy to stand up, tugging on his hand to bring him up to sit behind you.

“Well, what the–” He laughs a little and you feel his fingers running along the center of your back. “Where the hell is the zipper?”

“It’s an invisible zipper, Andy,” you sigh, restless as you stand between his legs. “I would have left you sleep, but I'm trapped in this thing without you.”

“Oh, there we go,” he says softly, seamlessly pulling it down once he finds it.

You don't even take the dress all the way off, collapsing on his lap with a breath of relief from just the zipper being undone.

“You're such a good husband,” you tease, tapping his cheek with your hand, giving him a quick kiss before laying your head on his shoulder.

“It’s only been eight hours,” he snorts.

“A good eight hours.”

“Yeah it was,” he smiles. “Possibly the best. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The silence you share is welcome after all day. It felt like every time you tried to enjoy a moment together, there were eyes on you or it wasn't long until you were pulled in opposite directions by your drunk friends.

Thinking about it, you instinctively hold him tighter.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, dear wife?”

You shake your head the best you can as you nestle your face closer to his neck. “No.”

“Then come here.” He lays back, pulling you down with him so you’re on top of him. The movement takes you by surprise, eliciting a yelp from you. “I'll show you what I was waiting for.”

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[dreamofdawn]

If you need requests, how about Luxiem boys getting cuddles while they're playing games? Games they're playing can be up to you

✧✧ You ask and you shall receive ✧✧

Main pairing: Luxiem x reader (separately)

Au: none

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Vox Akuma, Ike Eveland, Shu Yamino, Mysta Rias, Luca Kaneshiro, Reader

Type: [HEADCANON], One shot, or Series

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Luxiem boys getting cuddles while playing video games

☆VOX AKUMA ☆

You just got home very tired because your boss has been quite an asshole to you and your coworkers, you took your shoes off and hanged your coat.

All you wanted to do is go to your demon lover and just cuddle with him and pass out, you walked to the living room seeing your lover playing a game there. You headed upstairs to change your clothes and maybe do to the demon to ask if you can cuddle him while his playing his game.

Vox hasn't noticed you went home yet as he was quite intrigued in the game to notice (maybe don't do that). He only managed to notice you as you walked down the stairs looking quite dead and drained.

"Hello darling, you looked like you've been through a lot."

"hmm.."

A very tired hum was the only you respond to him before plopping down on his lap and hugged him. Vox was quite surprised by this action in a good way of course, usually you'd ask to sit on his lap but looks like your too tired to even ask.

Vox wrapped one arm around you as his other hand is on the controller holding it. He rubbed your back as he saw the way your body relaxed after being tense for so long.

He then continued his game still letting you sit on his lap. No words were said (quite unusual for a voice demon) as comfortable silence engulfed them, only Vox's game can be heard and his occasional humming.

And thats what it only took to make you fell on deep slumber.

"Goodnight my dear, sleep well"

☆IKE EVELAND ☆

Going home may be the best thing to do, ofc you like hanging out with your friends but all that running around and carrying stuff might not be the most best thing with it.

You opened the door before closing it behind you and then you took your shoes and coat off and put them were they belong before heading to you and your lover's room to change.

Meanwhile Ike Eveland was streaming in his streaming room(idk if that exists but we Will just get along with it ig?) Currently he is on a break just got back from getting a drink (probably coke) when he noticed you going out your guys bedroom with more comfortable clothes on.

"älskling? How was your hang out with your friends?"

"hm..it was okay..'Yawn' "

Ike looked at your tired face as your eyes were about to close, Ike pulled you in the room before sitting down with you on top of him.

"rest now love, I'll be here till you wake up."

Was the last thing you hear as your eyes gave up and closed, and then you started to doze off. Meanwhile Ike resume with the stream with you on his lap sleeping.

Continuing on with his game and chatting with the Quilldren like it's normal as you slept with a small smile on you face.

"Shhhh chat someone is sleeping right now"

☆SHU YAMINO ☆

Coming back from your family's house can take alot of energy as they do live far away but that ofc didn't stop you from visiting them.(even if it cause you want to sleep for an eternity)

Coming back to your sorcerer lover and just jumping on his arm and laying down on his chest is the only thing you could wish now as your body aches from all the running walking and playing with you little cousins.

You entered your shared home and walked in. Kicking your shoes off before going straight to your bedroom, putting more comfortable clothes on and then walking out to go to your lover's room to see if his streaming.

Shu Yamino was in fact streaming, he was chatting with his chat and playing some valorant but muted and stopped when he heard his door open he looked up and saw you back from your family's house.

"eyyy babe, glad your back. How was your vacation?"

"it was fine..but my cousins really have alot of energy so running back and forth really got me tired..'yawn' "

You closer to him, before he can say anything you plopped on top of him hugging him tightly (not too tight tho) as you lay your head on his chest.

Shu comb your hair as you continue laying down, he then went back to stream and play while your on top of his lap (may or may not hugging him like a teddy bear)

"Rest up babe, you can tell me what you did with you family later"

☆MYSTA RIAS ☆

Maybe volunteering to help babysit your friend's siblings may not be the greatest idea when they are quite energetic even for you to handle.

But now here you are on your bed tired as hell as your sweet detective boyfriend was playing games in the other room.

You were quite bored out of your mind just randomly scrolling on Twitter, when an Idea came to your mind. You smiled mischievously before sitting up and walked to the room where your dear Mysta is.

'hehehe, he wouldn't know what's coming.

You opened the door slightly peeking through and saw him still playing his game not hearing the door open. You sneak in and closed the door behind you silently not wanting him to know that your here.

You tiptoe near him before-

"..AGHHH!!"

"hehahhah"

You were laughing as you continue to hug mysta behind while he screamed on the top of his lungs.

"what the- babe?! You scared the shit out of me!"

"hehe sorry I was bored"

You heard him sigh before continuing the game and just letting you do what you want. You hugged him like your a koala and both of you sat there and just enjoyed each others company.

☆LUCA KANESHIRO ☆

Scrolling down your phone as your mafia boss boyfriend played on the other side of the room. Boredom is what your feeling right now.

'sigh'

You tried to entertain yourself with some YouTube. 2 hours passed and you looked up at your boyfriend who was surprisingly still playing even after hours of playing.

You thought for a few minutes on what you can do to cure your insane boredom before you could commit arson.

A brilliant idea came to your mind. You stood up from where you were sitting and quietly walked to you boyfriend who was unaware of what is on your mind in the moment.

Luca Kaneshiro who is still playing not aware of anything that would happen, he paused his game to look for his girlfriend to see what his doing. When he looked he was surprised she wasn't where she was a few hours ago.

He looked around the room trying to look for his girlfriend, before he could stand up and look around the house. Someone jumped at him and strangle his waist.

He let out a surprise yelp and looked down to see his lover hugging him with her face on his (large) chest, she looked at him with a grin on her face as she continues to sit there.

Luca couldn't help but let a laugh out as he took hugged her. a few minutes of laughing and giggling he went back to his game with you still on his lap scrolling to you phone.

"The was so POG! I couldn't even hear where you were."

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A/n: another one down! Also I'm sorry if I may went out of topic in some, but I hope you like this. Enjoy<3

[eumppattv]

HEESEUNG IDEA

so i have had this in my drafts for a couple months now. i might turn this into a short written series, so pls let me know if you’re interested 👀

I quietly made my way through the door, careful to not wake anyone up. I was exhausted, the airport sucking out all my energy. Still, it was worth, as I get to pull off the best surprise in history. I had barely finished my second year at university, before my parents had started planning my return home for the summer. They had rejoiced at the thought of both their kids returning home, as last year Jake had spent his second year summer on a “boys trip”.

This year I had copied my brother, with my friends and I planning our “girls trip”. I spent months searching up the best hotels, restaurants, and activities in the area. I was more than excited, though it seems I was alone in my feelings. Instead of planning alongside me, my friends decided to plan their weddings instead, with all but me ending our second year in relationships. Suddenly, our girls trip was no more- so here I was, back home without anyone’s knowledge.

I had kept my plans private, opting to not tell my family the real reason I was back home. I would take it to the grave, and instead tell them I “missed them and cancelled my plans”. Half true. I closed the door, dragging my small suitcase through the hall. I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing a light shine around the corner. I mentally cursed, not expecting anyone to be awake at this time.

I left my suitcase in our hallway closet, before tiptoeing my way to the kitchen. I turned the corner, a little excited to surprise whoever was awake at 2am. I turned the corner, only to come face to face with some random guy, standing in my kitchen, eating Nutella. I screamed, heart dropping at the sight. He did the same, dropping his spoon in the process.

“Who the fuck are you?!” His eyes grew wide, like a dear in headlights- frozen in place. Before he could speak, Jake came running down the stairs, stopping in between me and the stranger. He ignored my existence, instead turning to the guy. “Is that my Nutella?” he asked, walking towards him. “No it’s mine! I bought it yesterday, when I went shopping with your mom” the boy replied.

He went shopping with my mom? I coughed, gaining their attention as Jake finally turned to face me. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, excited to see me. He went in for a hug, lifting me up in the air and then placing me back down. I laughed, excited to see my brother, before I remembered… the stranger. I glanced behind Jake, seeing the guy standing awkwardly to the side. Jake noticed my focus had shifted, and he followed my eyes before realizing he forgot to introduce us.

“Oh Y/n, this is Heeseung, my friend from college. He’s staying here for the summer.” you nodded, glad that he wasn’t an intruder. “Sorry for scaring you. I didn’t know Jake had a sister” he said, offering up a sweet smile. “It’s okay” I said, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. Jake laughed along with us, before excusing himself to continue his “beauty sleep”.

Feeling the effects of the airport, I decided to follow, grabbing my suitcase from the closet and dragging it up the stairs. “Let me help you” said Heeseung, running up and grabbing the suitcase from my hands. I let him take it, too tired to argue against his politeness. “So you went shopping with my mom?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. He chuckled, setting my suitcase in front of my door. “Yeah, Jake and your dad were out so I didn’t want her to go alone”. I didn’t expect him to be so sweet.

“We’ll thank you, I’m sure she enjoyed your company” I said, opening my door to head in and crash on my bed. “Goodnight” he said, that sweet smile still plastered on his face.

My morning routine was soon shared with Heeseung. The guest bedroom was across from mine, with our separate bathrooms placed next to each room. Yet here I was every morning with the boy by my side. It started two weeks ago, when he had stopped by to ask if I had any extra toothpaste. We had started small talk, which soon turned to a full on conversation in between brushing our teeth. The next day I had gone up to him, to ask whatever stupid question was on my mind. Soon we just found each other as soon as we woke up, enjoying each others company.

I would be lying if I said something hadn’t shifted between us in these weeks. We went from strangers, to close friends, to something else. We were now comfortable with one another, teasing each other and sharing our deep thoughts. But I felt that shift this morning.

“Heeseung stop, I need to get ready!” I exclaimed while the boy pushed his way in to get in the view of the mirror. “I need to get ready too” he said, fixing his hair. I sighed, rummaging through my makeup bag. Heeseung looked down, eyebrows knitted and in deep thought. “Why are you getting all dressed up?” he asked. “I’m meeting up with my friend Sunoo” I responded, pushing him slightly so I could do my eyeliner in the mirror.

He hummed in response, moving out of the way and sitting on the stool I kept in the bathroom. He positioned it right next to me, staring me down. I felt it, the intensity of his gaze on me, and suddenly I was feeling self conscious. “Why do you have to get all dressed up for a guy?” he asked a little too aggressively. I ignored his tone, eyes never leaving the mirror. “Because I want to feel good” I responded, now turning to look at him. “Are you jealous or something?” I joked, not expecting answer.

“You’re too pretty. What if he falls in love with you?”

Nothing was the same from then on.

[cubicle-eyes]

https://www.tumblr.com/cubicle-eyes/708191019714396160/dewdrops?source=share

So I had this idea for a Moxxie and Baby!Reader. Reader is the child of Millie and Moxxie. Maybe something like you did with the Raine one? I just thought it would be adorable. Moxxie would be a great dad. He also sings. To me it would be perfect.

If you have any questions feel free to ask!

Everything Stays

Moxxie Knolastname / Baby!Reader / Millie Knolastname

Reader is around 1-2. They can't talk or walk yet

"Everythign stays right where you left it,

Everything stays, but it still changes

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly,

In little ways,

Everything stays."

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The crying from the room down the hall woke Millie first. She rubbed her eyes, preparing to get up for the third time tonight. Moxxie pulled her back down into a hug.

"Let me get them this time."

"Thank Satan."

She laid back down on her back and Moxxie pecked her on the lips as she smiled sleepily. He stood up, pulling his shirt down from where it had rolled up.

The lights were off, but the night light from the open door to their child's bedroom lit the hall as his hooves stalked quietly across the floor. He creaked the door open and the baby squealed, as if the noise had spooked them, and Moxxie automatically apologized. He leaned over the crib and the baby imp whined quietly.

"Hey, sweethaeart."

He whispered, picking them up and rocking them gently. Y/N let out another cry, balling their tiny hands into fists. Moxxie tilted his head as he examined the crib.

Several of the stuffed animals were thrown from the crib, littering the floor with furry animals. He spotted Loona, their favorite stuffed animal that weirdly resembled his boss's daughter, and handed it to them carefully.

Y/N brightened immediately, gripped the hellhound stuffy for dear life. Moxxie chuckled, resting the baby back in the crib and kissing their forehead.

He turned for the door, but the sound of a light squeak from behind, and the thud of Loona hitting the floor a step behind him made him stop and turn around.

"What do you want now, huh? Loona not enough?"

"Loooona." They responded, gesturing to the ceiling wildly. Moxxie huffed, giving them the stuffy again.

"You're not very tired, are you?"

"HatatA."

"Well, shucks. That settles it then. How about a song?"

Y/N mutters something in response and Moxxie lowers the side of the crib to sit on the floor, making their heads level. He kneels, resting his head on Y/N's mattress, putting his hand palm up next to them and letting them grip the fingers gently.

"Let's go in the garden, you'll fond something waiting, right there where you left it, lying upside down."

"You used to sing that when I was still pregnant with them."

Millie whispers, kneeling next to him and resting her chin on his shoulder, hugging Moxxie from behind.

"When you finally find it, you'll see how it's faded, the underside is lighter when you turn it around."

Y/N whispers something, shutting their eyes. Millie grips Moxxie a little tighter, sniffing quietly.

"Everythign stays right where you left it, everything stays, but it still changes, ever so slightly, daily and nightly, in little ways, everything stays."

Y/N's asleep by the end of the verse and Moxxie gently slips Loona in Y/N's grip in place of his hand. He sits up more, holding Millie's hands where they loop over his chest. She kisses his cheek lovingly.

"Come on. Let's go back to bed."

"Be right there."

She exits the room, wiping her face. Moxxie stands, slipping the side of the crib up again and pulling one if the blankets up to Y/N's hips. He turns, but his eyes widen when Y/N makes a noise.

"Dada?"

"Yes, sunshine?"

Y/N yawns sleepily, making grabby hands loosely in his direction. Moxxie smiles, kissing their forehead and pushing the tuft of hair out if their face.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

There's a flash of a camera and Blitzo curses from outside the window before falling dramatically from his perch. Moxxie just blinks and shuts the curtains, heading back to bed while Y/N's giggles break into a snore.

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[ghoulsister1]

❤️The Devil's Favourite❤️

Lucifer x Reader. GN Reader. (Lucifer from The Sandman) Fluff. Reader visits Lucifer. Lucifer loves their darling human. Just some sweetness and kisses. Cuddling. My first time writing for the beautiful Lucifer🥺❤️

You stepped into the large room hesitantly. No matter how many times you visited your lover, you still worried about some of Hell's demons. Some of them knew you were Lucifer's and should they lay a finger on you, it would mean instant death at the hands of the Morningstar or Mazikeen. But still you worried some demons wouldn't care for such rules, there were some who dared to defy Lucifer and of course were dealt with accordingly.

Upon entering you saw the tall figure of your lover, Lucifer standing over the balcony, looking down at the hellfire and chaos below. You stood for a few mins before you cleared your throat to greet.

"Good evening my love" You Greeted them softly. Lucifer turned around upon hearing your voice. They smiled upon seeing you and made their way towards to you.

"Good evening my darling Y/N. How are you? Have you been well?" Asked Lucifer as they came to stand in front of you, smiling softly.

"I have. Tired at most, been a hectic week. But never mind about my week, how have you been?" You Asked sweetly. Lucifer tutted and walked closer to you.

"Come now my dear, you know I love to hear about your day or week. Mine has been relatively the same, except for a few disruptions but nothing me or Mazikeen can't handle. Come into the bedroom, the walk must have been tiring" Lucifer Suggested, taking you by the hand.

You followed without protest and soon you were in the large master bedroom of Lucifer's domain. A large Queen sized bed of red velvet sheets and pillows with dark satin drapes was there, a large round table and a balcony with a view to the hellish fire and brimstone outside.

You sat down on one the dark plush armchairs and sank into it comfortably. Lucifer sat on the one across from you.

"There, now you may unwind for tonight. I'll ask one of the demons to bring us up a few morsels and something to drink" Suggested Lucifer as they gazed at you.

You blushed under their gaze and they smiled upon seeing the pink tinge in your cheeks.

"You are too kind, my love really" You Blushed.

"I like having you around my dear. I'm always happy to see you and I look forward to our little meetings and dates. I hope you feel the same way, my dear or does my company tire you?" Teased Lucifer.

"Oh no never! I love our dates!" You Cried, flustered but Lucifer just laughed softly.

"Oh hush now my sweet, you know I love to tease you. I know you feel the same, rest assured" Assured Lucifer. You smiled at them and they returned the smile.

A demon eventually arrived with food and drink. You and Lucifer wined and dined, indulging in conversation and sharing a few laughs.

It was eventually time to leave but tonight, you didn't want to go back to the mortal realm, alone.

"Lucifer?" You Asked softly.

"Yes my beloved?" Answered Lucifer.

"If it's not a inconvenience to you, may I stay the night with you here? It's just, I don't feel like going back to my realm alone tonight" You Explained, blushing and looking away shyly.

"Why dear, of course you may stay. Stay as long as you like my love! You are always welcome in my domain my love" Replied Lucifer, smiling softly. You smiled.

"Come, let's go to bed" Offered Lucifer and the two of you were in bed, you snuggled up close to Lucifer as they held you in their arms, pressing a kiss lovingly to your lips as you returned the kiss.

"Goodnight my love" You Whispered.

"Goodnight my beloved" Whispered Lucifer tenderly.

[it-was-too-cold-always]

Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Who actually reads all the terms and conditions? After mindlessly checking a box years ago, our Reader unintentionally agrees to be part of a scientific study to create super soldier babies. To make matters worse, her fellow test subject is the brooding and intimidating Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky prepare for a wedding, both mentally and physically.

Warnings: arranged marriage, forced proximity, eventual smut, lots of angst, violence, PTSD/nightmares, panic attacks, language

Despite what Bucky had planned, sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms did not last very long. Every night, he had a nightmare. And every night, you came rushing into the room to console him. He tried to tell you not to, that it defeated the purpose, and he was trying to avoid another incident. But you wouldn’t listen – how could you sleep when you knew he was suffering? Bucky resisted for several days, sending you back to bed once he got his bearings. But he couldn’t deny that he slept better when he was with you. He felt more at ease, and the nightmares were much more manageable. After a week of sleeping in the other room, he went back to sleeping on the floor in your room.

That first night, he grabbed his pillow and blanket like he did every night. You were already in bed, reading your book. You looked up and smiled softly at him, a little disappointment in your eyes. Each night you hoped he’d finally sleep next to you. You tried not to be weird about it – you still didn’t know each other very well, not enough to be comfortably sharing a bed. But when he was close to you, you felt safe and protected. So yes, you were disappointed every time he went to the other room to sleep. But this time, to your surprise, he plopped down on the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Bucky?” you questioned. Was he finally done sleeping in the other room?

“Goodnight, doll,” was all he said. You were glad he couldn’t see your face, because it was bright red. You adored when he called you that. He only said it once before, when you were helping him wrap up his bullet wound, but just the thought gave you butterflies.

“Goodnight,” you whispered. You were too flustered by the nickname to say much else.

~

20 minutes until you had to leave. You smoothed the creases in the ivory fabric of your dress. It was a simple tea-length dress – perfect for a courthouse wedding. You were shaking with nerves. Would this be romantic? Awkward? You couldn’t tell. You put on a little lipstick and looked at yourself in the mirror. Hair in loose curls, light makeup, this gorgeous dress, and nude heels. You felt pretty. Would Bucky think so too?

Bucky fidgeted with the rings in his pocket, starting to second-guess his plan. He stood in the entryway of the house, anxiously pacing while he waited for you to finish getting ready. He knew he was a little old-fashioned – he was from a different time, so it��s only natural. He thought marriage was the best way to maintain some dignity in this godforsaken study. If he was to have children with someone, she may as well be his wife. It gave him a little sense of control, maybe some normalcy to the situation. Instead of someone used for breeding super soldiers, you could feel like a beautiful bride starting a family. At least, that’s what he was hoping.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your heels on the hardwood upstairs. As you made your way down the stairs, you gripped the railing for dear life. You weren’t used to wearing heels, but you didn’t want to look so short next to him. You were too focused on the stairs to notice the way Bucky was staring at you. His mouth hung open and his cheeks were blushing – you looked amazing. He quickly felt the nerves come up – he could walk into a firefight with no problem, but with you? He was nervous as hell.

You finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, smiling widely – you made it down without faceplanting. You were very proud of yourself. You looked up and met Bucky’s gaze. His long hair was neatly tucked behind his ears, giving a full view to his usually hidden face. His eyes were brighter than normal. He was cleanshaven, wanting to look his best for you. You took a moment to take it in – he was wearing gray pants with a white button-up. The sleeves were rolled up, giving a peak of his metal arm and VERY muscular forearm. It wasn’t buttoned up all the way, giving full view of his neck. You wondered what it would feel like to kiss your way from his jawline to his chest.

Bucky cleared his throat and motioned to the door. “We should get going,” he said. You smiled and nodded. You walked past him through the door onto the porch. You paused when you got to the steps – you were really regretting those heels right now. Especially with all the rain from this morning, the gravel walkway looked like a muddy mess. Sensing your hesitation, Bucky held out his arms. “Come here.” You frowned – what exactly was his plan?

“Bucky what are you-“ You were cut off by Bucky quickly scooping you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. How fitting, you thought. You gripped his shoulder to steady yourself – not because you were scared he’d drop you, but because you were starting to literally swoon. Being pressed against his chest, feeling his strong arms carrying you. It made you feel woozy.

“I could’ve done it,” you said, trying to defend your choice in shoes. He just chuckled and shook his head – you both knew that was a lie.

He carried you all the way to the car, opening the door with one hand while still holding on to you. He gently set you down on the seat, making sure all of your dress was inside the car before closing the door. You had a very short moment to collect yourself as he walked to the driver’s side of the car. By the time he opened his door, you weren’t very successful in bringing your heart rate down. You knew your cheeks were bright red, and you were breathing a little heavy. Bucky, on the other hand, seemed completely unphased by what just happened.

You drove to the courthouse in a comfortable silence – you weren’t sure what you’d say anyways. There you were, on your way to get married when you hadn’t even known each other for a month. The threat of needing to get pregnant soon was looming over your head. You considered Bucky’s logic behind getting married. You remembered the lawyer said he wanted to get married to “protect your honor.” That seemed like so long ago.

Part of you thought it was pointless – you’ll have to have sex with this man you barely know, what does it matter if you’re married? But getting to do something that SHIELD couldn’t have control over? That felt freeing. They put you in this shitty situation, but you and Bucky were going to make it into something different. Something that might actually be good.

Another part of you was flattered. This was his way of letting you keep some dignity. It was an antiquated way of thinking, but it was kind of romantic. You could already tell Bucky was a little possessive of you. He was always trying to protect you, even if that meant from himself. Regardless of your major crush and nearly constant swooning over his body, you were falling for him. Every time you comforted him after a nightmare, you fell a little harder. You don’t see someone at their most vulnerable and not be connected in some way. So yeah, you were totally okay with getting to call this man your husband.

Arriving at the courthouse, Bucky offered for you to take his arm as you headed up the endless number of stairs. Your grip on his bicep was strong – your nerves were getting to you, making your legs shaky. Bucky could tell you were nervous. He stopped and turned to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. It felt like you two were the ones on those courthouse steps.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. I’m not going to force you into anything. If you don’t want to, then I don’t want to,” he said, looking at you intently, as if he was trying to read your mind.

“No, I want to. This is the biggest ‘fuck you’ we can give them. I’m just a little nervous. I’m good, I promise,” you responded sincerely, wanting to quiet any doubts that either of you had about this.

Nodding, Bucky continued leading you up the steps. Once you got to the front doors, you both took a deep breath. It’s time for a wedding.

Chapter 8

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Front Piece Chapter 18 Sneak Peek

(AKA Inuyasha is surrounded by perverts 🤣🤣🤭🤭)

“Oh, come on, my friend, tell us something at least!”

“No.”

“Dude, don’t be fucking stingy. All you keep telling us are the PG things. Drop some R-rated info!”

“What the fuck, Yura?!”

Inuyasha glared at her, keenly aware of his flushed cheeks. The images of Kagome riding him a couple of days ago drifted to the forefront of his thoughts, and he subtly adjusted himself.

God, the way her tits kept bouncing as she fucked him into oblivion, moaning his name—

“I think we lost him, Miroku.”

Yura’s voice snapped him out of his memories, and Inuyasha practically panicked at the knowing looks on his friends’ faces.

“I agree, my dear Yura. It’s a shame Inuyasha’s so reluctant to share his happiness with us,” Miroku pouted, and the hanyo wanted to smack them both.

“So inconsiderate.”

“Will you fucking stop?! I’m not telling you shit, you damn perverts!” Inuyasha exclaimed in indignation and embarrassment before twisting in his chair to yell in the general direction of the kitchen, “Kikyo, can you get your woman to stop fucking prying about my bedroom life?!”

“A-ha! So you only had sex in your bedroom so far!”

“Don’t forget he also spent the night at her place, Miroku.”

“You’re right!”

Inuyasha watched helplessly as the two assholes kept tormenting him mercilessly. He huffed and stormed into the kitchen, where Kikyo was on the phone. He planted himself in front of her, crossing his arms and scowling at her.

Finally noticing him, she frowned at him in confusion, and he only scowled harder.

“Kaede, I’ll have to call you tomorrow, I have a situation here. Love you, goodnight!” She disconnected the call, then turned to the hanyo. “What?”

“Your girlfriend is a nosy pervert, who is enabling the other pervert with their intruding questions,” he explained, growling when he heard the troublesome duo snickering in the living room.

Kikyo bursting into laughter didn’t stop his embarrassment from escalating.

“Inuyasha, you know they only do it because you get all flustered. We’re all really happy for you, you know that,” she said, grasping his hands, “it’s been so long since we saw you smile genuinely. You’re practically glowing.”

“I don’t glow!” he retorted, yanking his hands from her grasp to cross them across his chest.

She giggled, patting his arm. “Believe me, you are glowing. Dating Kagome suits you.”

Seeing as she was being completely unhelpful, Inuyasha left the kitchen, but not without first muttering “I don’t glow” over his shoulder.

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