#don't buy into his nonchalant attitude

[demonwebs]

if your character has a tail I just want you to know he's trying his hardest not to stare and paw at it at all times

[panthrology]

ok first off love the geto fic!!!!! but i was thinking geto checking readers attitude. shes been on one all day and he just is finally over it. (maybe pussy slapping if comfortable with)

hii ‼️ thank you so much, appreciate the love from everyone 🙈☺️ MWAH

context

cw : pussy slapping & brat taming. that's it tbh.

but yeah anon I hear ya. though since suguru's generally on the more chill side, I don't feel like he'd brat tame you in a way that's more hands on..at first.

in fact I think his way of brat taming you is simply doing nothing in your favor until you cave.

I doubt he'd mind at first, simply taking the unnecessary arguments, eyerolls, and snide comments all day. maybe even return your energy back a little.

but as time goes on his patience would thin, and your bad attitude would gradually start to piss him off. love takes patience, he knows that much; but when you bug him about this, or that in an argumentative manner with no valid reason, he finds you difficult to put up with.

especially after that little stunt you pulled last night.

“hey.” suguru interrupts your meaningless rant about him buying almond milk instead of regular milk and blah blah blah. if you really gave a fuck, you would've joined him on the grocery shopping.

“is this what we're doin’ right now?”

the ambiguity of his question makes you falter, meeting his gaze which..seems to be unusually intense.

“what?” your face scrunches up in confusion, “what are you even talkin’ about?”

oh, okay. he tongues the inside of his cheek slightly, it's milk for christ's sake.

“don't be like that. you know damn well that you need to fix that attitude and calm down.”

you scoff, not believing that your attitude is the most irksome.

“yeah, ‘cause my attitude is the biggest problem right now. don't piss me off suguru—you can't avoid and evade with your nonchalance out of this one.”

oh.

okay.

“it's like I gotta discipline you like a little girl, d'you even think about that?”

suguru asks, voice breathless as he watches you from above. arm slung over the back of the couch and you—kneeling between his spread knees and gagging with his cock stretching your mouth. “but I bet you didn't even do that. can't think with dick down your throat, can you?”

he sees the dip in your brow and grins, taking pleasure in the current power imbalance between you both. he could get used to this.

but as you raise your head to argue again, he simply keeps a firm hand atop your head, forcing you to take him down deeper. “..it'd be in your best interest not to argue with me, sweetheart.”

fine, you sharply inhale through your nostrils. if you ignore the sodden panties sticking to your skin—pussy calling for his name in morse code, you think you can soften him up a bit.

you suck him, slowly but surely while your hands stroke where your lips can't reach, your challenging gaze meeting suguru's own.

he keeps his hand firm on your head, lips parted and head tilted back against the sofa, making sure he keeps your mouth fully occupied. his toes curl inwards under his socks when you begin to bob your head, pleasure liquifying his legs.

you make a gargled noise when his bulbous tip nudges the back of your throat, reaching another hand further down—right down to give his balls a gentle squeeze.

“fuuckk—mhmm..you know what I like,” he moans in appreciation before closing his fist around your hair in a makeshift ponytail and yanks you off of him. “alright, enough. get up here.”

that didn't take very long, you think.

wiping your mouth from the spit and his pre, you rise with wobbly knees and plop next to him on the couch. he spreads your thighs in no time at all, kneeling between them. you sigh, sinking into the couch while your lids slip shut. waiting for his touch.

but nothing comes.

when you reopen your eyes, a smug suguru stares back at you and even lets a little chuckle slip. “funny how you just assumed that i’d give you what you want after your poor attitude.” suguru's eyes twinkle with amusement, tracing light touches against the gentle curve of your abdomen. gentle, soft, nowhere near enough.

“god, suguru, please! i said i was sorry.” frustration creeps into your tone, and you toss your head back onto the armrest.

“did you?” that simple question and the look he gives you makes you question yourself, the realisation that you in fact did not hit you like a truck.

shamefully, you avert your gaze. “..sorry.”

yet all you get is a head shake from suguru, lips pursed in a thin line, trace, trace, trace.

“the nerve. all that rudeness ‘n for what? i’m nothing but good to you..”

he trails off, observing the way your skin rises when his feather-like touch grazes your belly button, dipping his fingers lower to tug your underwear all the way down, flicking it off your ankle. “i still don't know where you get the audacity.” he smirks.

your pulse quickens, watching the way his knuckles brush against your inner thigh, going up, up.

you feel it before you hear it—a swift ‘smack!’ against your bare cunt has you whimpering and seizing up. the pain knocks you off your guard, before it bleeds into pleasure, the new feeling making you completely disoriented.

once suguru sees your shocked, wide-eyed gaze, his ego swells and he folds his arms, staring you down as if he were daring you to say anything—to backtalk him again.

beats of silence pass and the weight of what suguru just did barely has time to sink in before he does it again. it's wetter this time and has more momentum. the collision you makes your hips jolt violently, and your legs hike up to your chest as you flinch and cry out his name. hot tears slip from their confines and roll down your cheeks.

suguru, however, is having a time. he brings his hand up to the dim lighting of the room, watching your glistening slick coat his fingertips and palm before he speaks, his tone almost scrutinising.

“of course, you'd get wet from me rightfully putting you in your place. nasty girl,” he purrs before popping two fingers into his mouth, the familiar taste of you flooding his senses.

“sugu—” you choke on a little sob, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. you can still feel the sting right on your clit.

“i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. won't happen again.”

“yeah, it will. you're not foolin’ anybody here.” suguru rolls his eyes, swiping his forefinger against your swollen nub and your legs jitter at the contact. “y'know this is what happens to brats who can't check themselves, right?” he asks rhetorically.

he meets your gaze. “and I like to think that I have a good girl, who can behave in a way that doesn't have to make me do things like this.”

you nod weakly.

“thats what I know.” he nods once and pulls away. “i'll think about accepting your apology, but that depends on how well you can make me cum.” you hate to hear it. it takes everything in you not to groan or roll your eyes..but your heart jumps at the chance of redemption.

“c'mon then, on your knees pretty.”

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[goldfades]

🌱 jack hughes absolutely spoiling you w/ gifts

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ word count | 386

♡ ─ warnings | absolutely nothing but sweet fluff and a kiss!

♡ ─ ev's notes | i need a jack hughes in my life rn, i want a cartier love necklace (but i can't justify buying such a simple necklace for 5k)

"You didn't have to, babe-"

"I know I didn't have to, I wanted to." Jack shrugged as if it was the simplest thing ever as if he didn't just drop 5k on the Cartier love necklace you'd wanted. There was something about his nonchalant attitude that both frustrated and endeared you to him even more. You couldn't understand how someone could be so effortlessly generous, so willing to give without expecting anything in return.

"You're crazy, you know that?" You couldn't help but laugh, your fingers tracing the delicate gold chain of the necklace that now adorned your neck. The weight of it felt like a reminder of Jack's gesture, and you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

"Well, seeing that smile on your face makes it all worth it," Jack added with a sheepish grin, his eyes sparkling with warm affection. He reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, his touch soft.

"You shouldn't have," you murmured, feeling the weight of his gesture settling on your shoulders.

Jack smiled, his eyes warm and reassuring. "I wanted to," he repeated, his voice gentle yet firm. "You deserve it, and more."

You traced the intricate design of the necklace, staring it as you watched yourself on the mirror. It wasn't just about the material gift; it was about the thoughtfulness and care that accompanied it, the way he always seemed to know exactly what you needed, even before you did.

"You're spoiling me, you know," you teased, looking back at Jack with a playful glint in your eyes.

Jack chuckled, "I don't care. My girl only deserves the best. Plus you look sexy with it on, so it's a win-win situation."

You couldn't help but laugh at Jack's response, shaking your head at his playful remark. You couldn't help but laugh at Jack's remark, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Smooth talker," you teased, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

He grinned, wrapping his arms around you. "Hey, just speaking the truth."

With a smile, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his lips, savoring the feeling of his warmth against your own. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Jack's eyes softened, his gaze never leaving yours. "Anytime, babe. Anything for you." And you knew he wasn't exaggerating.

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[stylesispunk]

"I couldn't want you anymore" | part 2

Artist! Joel Miller x Florist! Reader

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summary: when Sarah's mom comes back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince her he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, that he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

warning: no use of y/n, bee is the reader's nickname Joel gave to her. There is some slight angst, fluff, and an age gap(Joel is 36 and reader is 28)

a/n: Hello! chapter 2 is here. Firstly, I want to thank everyone for reading this fic, I was really excited about writing this story and I appreciated all your comments, reblogs, and all <3 Which, by the way, are always appreciated. I hope you like this chapter as things start to escalate from here. Happy reading! and please feel free to share your thoughts with me. If you want to be added to the taglist, please tell me 💌

“You did what?" Tommy asked Joel, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair as he reluctantly admitted, "I asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend."

Tommy couldn't hide his disbelief. "I can't believe you asked her to pretend to be your girlfriend."

Joel chuckled, trying to downplay the situation. "Well, it's not like I had a lot of options, and it's just a temporary arrangement."

Tommy raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Joel's nonchalant attitude. "You know, I think there's more to it than that."

Joel furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

Tommy leaned in closer, a mischievous grin on his face. "The only reason you don't like her is because you had a crush on her when she arrived."

Joel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he sputtered in protest. "No, I didn't!"

Tommy just shrugged, clearly not convinced. "Whatever you say, Joel."

“Look, the only reason I’m doing this is because I don’t want Lauren with me. One thing is she wants to know Sarah and another one her wanting to be a family”

“So, your only solution was asking her to pretend to love you? 

Joel didn’t reply.

“You’re fucked” he said laughing at his big brother. 

“It's not about love, Tommy. It's about keeping Lauren away from me"

Tommy's grin softened a little bit "I get it, Joel. You're trying to do what's best for Sarah, and I respect that. Just be careful, okay? These fake relationships have a way of getting complicated, if you know what I mean” 

With that, Tommy made his way upstairs leaving Joel alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had put himself in a turbulent situation that could cost him something. 

At the same but in a different place of the city, the same situation was happening with you and your best friend.

"Wait, you did what?" Lily, your best friend, exclaimed in disbelief as you recounted the events of the past few days.

You leaned back in your chair, sighing. "I agreed to pretend to be Joel's girlfriend so he can convince his ex that he's moved on."

Lily raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on her face. "And why would you agree to that? You've never got along”

You rolled your eyes, knowing she had a point. "Trust me, I didn't want to, but he was desperate, and well, I think that maybe this could help us to get along.

Lily's grin widened as she leaned in closer, clearly enjoying the news "I can't believe you're playing his girlfriend. The same guy you've called a dick for years”

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "I know, it's insane. But it's just temporary, and we both know it's just an act.”

“Oh, but do you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” 

“I just want you to be careful with your heart,” she said, taking a seat beside you “Remember when you and Conell broke up because he left for Europe? You were heartbroken and I don’t want to ever see you like that again.” 

“That was real. I loved Conell”, you reminded her. “And this is not real.” 

Her expression was still serious, so you gave in and nodded at Lily’s words, “I’ll be careful, I promise.” 

Lily gave you a reassuring smile. "Okay, as long as you're aware of the risks. Just don't forget that you deserve someone who's genuine and treats you right."

You leaned in and gave her a quick hug. "Like who?"

“Conell. He was the best boyfriend you had.” 

You smile at her, but you couldn’t help but feel this could lead you to have a real heartbreak. 

The following day, Joel was opening his gallery, trying to put the events of the previous day off of his mind. He truly thought he was stupid for asking you to pretend to be his girlfriend. He couldn’t sleep because of it, he felt he had made a mistake, especially because he found himself unable to stop thinking about you. 

Even when he unlocked the gallery doors and began arranging his art and tools, his thoughts kept drifting to you. The way you had looked at him, the unexpected spark when your hands briefly touched—it was consuming his thoughts.

Just as he was settling into his work, the sound of footsteps from behind caught him off guard. 

He turned around expecting to find you, but when he faced Lauren standing there, he felt disappointed.

"Lauren," he greeted her, his tone polite but distant. "What brings you here today, again?"

Lauren looked around the gallery with admiration. Joel was a really talented man and his work showed it. "I got a job in the building across the street," she said, gesturing to the building in front of Joel's gallery. "I'll be working there, so I thought we could have lunch together sometime."

Joel's heart sank at the news. Having his ex, who was trying to rekindle their relationship, working just across the street was the last thing he wanted. But he couldn't stop the nagging feeling that his thoughts were drifting back to you and how your (his) already complicated plan was going to become a harder task to do.

“I don’t feel it's correct for us to have lunch,” he said.

“Why? Your girlfriend doesn’t allow you to have female friends?”

“You’re not my friend Lauren” he replied shortly.

“But I’m the mother of your child.” 

“The one who abandoned her. Besides Sarah is 13, she is not a child anymore.”

Lauren's face twisted with frustration, guilt, and a hint of sadness. She had hoped that her return would be met with open arms and forgiveness, that Joel was going to be there waiting for her to return, but instead, she faced the truth of him moving on. 

"I know I made mistakes, Joel," Lauren admitted, her voice carrying the regret of her actions "Leaving you and Sarah was the biggest one. But I'm here now, trying to make amends. Can't we at least try to be civil for Sarah's sake?"

Joel hesitated, he had built a life for himself and Sarah in Lauren's absence, and he didn’t trust her intentions completely. “It's not that simple, Lauren. You can't just walk back into our lives and expect everything to be as it was."

Lauren's shoulders slumped, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I understand that, Joel. But I'm willing to work on it, to earn back your trust and Sarah's love."

Joel met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a tint of longing for her. After all, she was right, she was Sarah’s mother. Nevertheless, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to you.

And as he had called you with his mind, the gallery's entrance door suddenly swung open, breaking the momentary silence. Both Joel and Lauren turned to see you, entering the gallery carrying a cup of coffee and a bag of pastries.

You glanced between them, sensing the tension in the air, and cleared your throat before speaking.

“Joel?”

The sound of your voice broke Joel's tension and a sense of relief rushed inside him, and he managed a grateful smile at your arrival.

“Baby. I missed you” he said as he approached you, signaling you to keep the act. 

You fake the best of your smiles in order to follow the lines of this stupid plan he made up.

“Me too, my honey bee”, her smile was so big, and Joel knew he had continued the laugh at the name. 

“Honey bee?” Lauren interrupted, as she crossed her arms.

“Yes. It’s a joke, you know. Because I’m a florist, get it?” you said. 

Joel wrapped his arm around you, squeezing a little bit harder than he should.

“Look, sunflower. I didn’t really have the chance to introduce you both properly yesterday. This is Lauren, Sarah’s mother.” 

You extended your hand toward her with a tight smile. 

“Nice to meet you." She shook your hand politely, maintaining a composed demeanor. 

“Oh, I’m sorry for my behavior yesterday. I was stressed. ” You apologized, feigning politeness and keeping up the facade as you continued to play your part in this.

Lauren nodded; her initial reservations seemingly put at ease by your polite behavior. "No need to apologize. It's nice to meet you, Bee?"

You nodded “This is what this one calls me”, you smiled, looking at Joel.

Joel, relieved that the tension decreased a little, spoke "A special name for my special lady.” 

“Am I?” you asked Joel through your teeth.

He nodded, keeping his smile in place. “You don’t have to pretend you’re not, honey.”

You grit your teeth and bop his nose with your finger. 

Lauren's curiosity got the better of her as she looked around the gallery. "It's a lovely gallery you have here, Joel. You must be proud." 

Joel nodded, his pride in his gallery evident. "Thank you, Lauren. Then he directs his look at you. “Actually, in a few weeks, I have a new exhibition and my bee here is helping with everything. Don’t you honey?”

“I’m gonna make you pay, Joel Miller” you whispered in his ear, without dropping your smile.

“I wanna see you try” he answered defiantly. 

"So, how did you two meet?" Lauren asked, her tone casual but her curiosity evident.

Joel exchanged a quick glance with you, and for a moment, his guard slipped. He hadn't anticipated this type of question, and he knew that any answer he gave would need to be natural.

"We met at the gallery," Joel replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "She was a regular, always coming to see art, but I feel I was the art she wanted to look at.”

You laughed and nodded, playing your part in the charade. "Yes, I've always been a fan of Joel. It was only a matter of time before we connected on a more personal level."

Lauren raised an eyebrow, her skepticism growing. "It's just... you both seem so different."

Joel and you exchanged another look, this time with a touch of unease. "Well, you know what they say, opposites attract," Joel offered with a forced chuckle.

Lauren didn't seem entirely convinced, but she let the matter drop for now. 

Joel couldn't help but wonder how much longer he could keep this act, especially with someone as perceptive as Lauren watching every move.

“I just came to give this," you said. Giving the coffee and the pastries to Joel. 

Your nice act was unexpected for him. It actually warmed his heart how attentive you were, and the little details like this. he found himself in awe of you.

Joel accepted the coffee and pastries with a grateful smile, genuinely touched by your thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Bee. You didn't have to do this, but I appreciate it."

You shrugged casually, trying to keep up the appearance of a loving girlfriend. "I know you're always so busy with the gallery, and I thought you could use a little pick-me-up."

Lauren watched the interaction with a hint of curiosity, and Joel couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the elaborate web of lies he had created.

He had to remind himself he was doing this to protect Sarah and his own heart, there was no way he was going to fall for you. 

“So, I’m gonna go now. I have things to arrange with the shop” you said, placing your hand delicately on his upper arm. 

Joel nodded, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "Of course, honey. We'll catch up later."

Lauren also gave you a polite nod. "It was nice meeting you, Bee. I hope we can get to know each other better."

“You too. You can stop by the shop anytime ” You offered a polite smile.

There was a brief glance between you two before you turned onto your heels to walk away, but before you could take a step, Joel gently grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Bee, wait,” he said.

Joel's eyes locked onto yours, meeting with a questionable gaze. At that moment, it felt as if the world around you had faded away.

Then, without saying a word, Joel leaned in, closing the distance between them. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss that was meant to be a performance in front of a woman he once loved. It was a soft, lingering kiss as if the two of you were trying to convince the world you were madly in love.

Your eyes closed instinctively as the kiss deepened, and for a moment, it felt as if time had stopped. The feeling, the taste of his lips, and the desperation in the way Joel held you against him, made this feel like falling until your bones crashed against the ground.

The kiss eventually ended, but the lingering sensation of it remained. When you pulled away, there was a flicker of surprise in both of your eyes, as if you had just shared a secret only for the two of you to know

“Now, you can go,” he said, smiling as if that would help him to calm the crimson color of his cheeks.

But you were lost for words, so you just nodded in a daze, unable to form a coherent response. You turned away from Joel, your footsteps unsteady as you made your way to the gallery's exit.

Once you stepped outside, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm the racing of your heart. The kiss was a surprise and you needed a moment alone to process it.

Meanwhile, inside the gallery, Joel’s heart pounded hard in his chest, the thoughts in his mind were racing, and he was confused and conflicted about his own emotions. The kiss woke up something he hadn’t anticipated. 

As he stood there, he forgot about Lauren’s presence behind him. The only thing running in his mind was the feeling of your soft lips on his. One he had initiated as a part of the game he was playing, but the gravity was too much for him to handle and the spark was something he couldn’t deny. 

What had made him kiss you like that?        

You

Come asap to my shop.

Sent at 9:30 AM

Joel

Sorry, can't. Busy with work.

Sent at 9:32 AM

You

Do I care? Oh wait, No. Come here before I make you

Sent at 9:33 AM

Joel

If you wanna see me so bad, I’ll go. 😉

By the way, how did you get my number?

Sent at 9:34 AM

You

Tommy.

Sent at 9:35 AM

Joel sighed, setting his phone down for a moment. He had tried to resist, he didn’t want to face you yet, but your persistence had won out and he had to act like a man.

Minutes later, Joel entered your flower shop, the bell above the door chiming softly. He scanned the colorful array of blooms, then turned to find you. But before he could react, he was welcomed with a hard slap on his right cheek.

“Ouch. What the hell was that?” he asked defensively.

“What was that?” you asked furiously. “You kissed me!” You hit his chest. “Who gave you the right to touch me?”

Joel rubbed his stinging cheek, his eyes wide with surprise at your reaction. He hadn't expected a slap. That meant you didn’t feel anything after that kiss. 

"I... I didn't mean to upset you," he stammered, taking a step back to create some space between you two, avoiding making you more upset. "I thought we were just playing a part for Lauren."

You glared at him. "That doesn't give you the right to kiss me without permission, Joel."

Joel sighed, realizing he had crossed a line. "You're right, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Just don't do it again, okay?” 

“What do you want me to do? Boyfriends and girlfriends kiss each other” he said, as a matter of fact.

“And we aren’t. Remember?” You felt your anger dissipating as you saw the look in his eyes.

“We are going to have to spend more time together, by the way,” he announced, already taking a step away from you in case you slap his face again.

“What? Why?”

“Lauren found a job in front of the gallery” 

You sighed, the news about Lauren working nearby adding another problem to deal with. "Great, just what we needed, more opportunities for her to snoop around."

Joel nodded in agreement. "I know it's not ideal, but we'll have to be careful and make sure our act is convincing."

You reluctantly nodded. "Fine, I'll try to be more convincing, but please, no more surprise kisses."

Joel snorted. "Agreed”. He closed his mouth for a moment, as he was contemplating something. “Maybe we could sit and talk about what we can or can’t do.” 

“Like a date?” you asked skeptically. 

He snorted “I would never take you on a date” His tone was like a knife stabbing your ego, and at your expression, he regretted his words immediately "I mean, not that you're not... I just mean we're pretending to date, and it's not a real date” 

You gave him a pointed look but decided to let it go.

“Today. My place” he said. 

You sighed, realizing that it was necessary to discuss the boundaries of their fake relationship. "Alright, today at your place”

Joel nodded "Great. I'll see you later then."

With their plans set, you and Joel parted ways, each of you feeling the weight of this act, and as the day passed, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than Joel.

That same evening, as the day cast the last ray of light. You were closing your shop without noticing Joel was waiting for you leaning on his car. 

"Bee Bee” he called out softly, careful not to startle you.

You turned, your heart skipping a beat as you saw him standing there. "Joel," you replied, a hint of surprise in your voice. "What are you doing here?"

“We are having dinner tonight. Don’t you remember?” 

“I thought-"

“Get in the car,” he said, interrupting, as he opened the door for you. 

You hesitated for a moment, something in the air was thick with tension. But something in Joel's gaze made you take a step forward. Without a word, you walked forward and got into his car.

When you arrived at Joel’s house, the warm and cozy atmosphere of his house felt nice. 

As you entered the living room, there stood Sarah. She had a mischievous expression on her face as if she had just found out a secret. Her eyes flicked between the two of you, and there was a hint of amusement dancing in her gaze.

"Hey, Dad. Hey, bee” Sarah greeted you both with a knowing smile.

Joel cleared his throat, his cheeks faintly tinged with a red color. "Sarah, we didn't expect you to be home."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Clearly."

You couldn't help but feel a flush of discomfort at the situation. It was one thing to pretend to be Joel's girlfriend in front of adults, but having his own daughter catch you in the act was a whole different situation.

Joel shot you an apologetic look as if silently acknowledging the awkwardness you felt. 

"Sarah, let me explain..."

But Sarah waved a hand, still wearing that amused grin. "No need, Dad. I think I've figured it out."

You exchanged a glance with Joel, both of you unsure of how to act in front of her. It was clear that Sarah had pieced everything together. 

As Sarah turned to head upstairs, she couldn't but say something else “By the way, you guys make a convincing couple. Almost had me fooled."

With that, she disappeared up the staircase, leaving you and Joel standing in the living room without knowing how to address the situation. 

“Well. That went well.” 

You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, she saw right through us, didn't she?"

Joel ran a hand through his hair, his expression conflicted. "I didn't want her to find out like this. It's just... complicated."

You nodded in understanding. "I know. No one would like to let her daughter know that she had a ridiculous father.” 

Joel couldn't help but chuckle at your choice of words. "A ridiculous father, huh? Thanks” 

You grinned, the tension in the room gradually easing. "You know what I mean. This whole situation is just... well, ridiculous."

Joel nodded, but still, he gestured for you to take a seat, and you both sank down onto the couch. 

"I didn't want her to think that... well, you know," Joel began, struggling to find the right words.

"That we're actually together?" you finished his sentence, your voice gentle.

Joel nodded, his eyes meeting yours. "Yeah. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea."

You sighed, “Would it be that bad if she had believed it?” 

Joel hesitated before answering, his gaze fixed on a distant point, “I don't want her to get attached to something that's not real."

You nodded in understanding, appreciating his concern for his daughter. "I get it, Joel.”

He offered a small smile, grateful for your understanding. 

But then, Joel's expression shifted, and he looked directly into your eyes. "Maybe this will help us to get along. There's something about you that I didn't see before.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, and your heart should be skipping at that. 

Joel cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "So, I guess we should discuss some boundaries."

you nodded, meeting your gaze with his. 

“Do you like wine, right?” He asked.

“Sure.” 

Once Joel came back from the kitchen, taking a sip of wine, he began talking about the boundaries you were both setting up.

 "First off, we need to maintain a certain level of physical contact, like holding hands or the occasional kiss in public." 

You raised an eyebrow, "But it should be natural.” 

Joel nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, we'll keep it subtle. And not touching when we’re alone."

"Agreed," you replied. "Now, about spending time together. We should aim for at least a couple of nights a week, maybe dinner or a movie."

Joe smiled, appreciating your help in all this situation. "That sounds reasonable. And we can attend some social events together, like gallery openings or parties."

Your conversation continued as you laid down more ground rules. It was a strange situation, talking about their fake relationship as if it were real.

As the evening wore on, they finished a takeaway meal, and Joel poured more wine into your glasses. You chatted about other topics, gradually letting go of the tension that always existed between both of you. 

You couldn't help but notice that, despite the differences and the odd circumstances, there was a certain comfort in Joel's presence. There was a genuine connection you didn’t expect. 

Joel also found himself strangely at ease with you, despite his initial thoughts. There was a depth to your personality that he had never got to appreciate before, and he was beginning to see you in a different light. 

 "So, Joel, tell me more about your art. What inspires you?"

Joel leaned back; his gaze thoughtful. "Well, art has always been a way for me to express things I couldn't put into words. It's a way to capture emotions and moments, you know? I find inspiration in life, in the people I meet, and the stories I can tell through it.”

You nodded, genuinely interested. "That sounds amazing. I've seen your gallery, and your work is incredible."

Joel smiled a hint of warmth in his eyes. 

“So when will you show me?”

“Show you what?”

“The things you’re working on now” 

“Soon” he replied, gracing a smile at him.

“What about you Bee? What made you become a florist?" he asked, in order to continue the conversation.

You chuckled. "Oh, that's a long story. I've always had a fascination with flowers and their symbolism. They're like nature's way of speaking to us. Plus, I love the idea of brightening someone's day with a bouquet."

Joel found himself captivated by her passion. "That makes sense.”

“Why?” you genuinely asked

“You’re a sweetheart to everyone.” 

A hint of blush colored your cheeks at his compliment. "Well, thank you, Joel. I try to be."

Joel smiled warmly.

You continued sharing stories about both of you. Joel listened to your own stories about moving to Texas and opening your shop, and you got to learn so many things about Joel, some struggles he had at the beginning of his career, how he raised Sarah on his own, and things you could never have thought of him.

"And what happened after she was born? I mean, how did you end up raising her on your own?"

Joel took a deep breath "Lauren and I were together back then. She was thrilled about having a child at first, but after Sarah was born, something changed in her. She became distant, started going out late at night, and eventually, she left."

Your heart skipped a bit as he spoke. "That must have been incredibly difficult.”

Joel nodded, with a sadness that also showed nostalgia "It was. I never expected to be a single parent, but I had to step up for Sarah. I couldn't let her down."

And there was a time when you understood why Joel was so afraid of letting Lauren back into his life. 

After the night wore on, you left Joel's house, and the atmosphere inside his home shifted, now it felt empty.

Joel sat back at the table, nursing what was left of his wine. He knew inviting you over was a risky plan, but the night was a pleasant surprise, you were a pleasant surprise in his life. He got to know glimpses of you he didn’t know existed. 

As he pushed his glass away, Tommy entered the house, scanning his surroundings. At the state of his brother, he couldn’t help but tease him. 

"So, Joel," Tommy said with a mischievous grin, "How was it dinner with bee?”

Joel rolled his eyes, knowing exactly where this was going. "It's not what you think, Tommy. We're just pretending” 

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "Pretending, huh? Tell that to your face”

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. "Tommy, you wouldn't understand. It's complicated."

Tommy leaned in closer, a sly grin on his face. "Complicated, huh?”

"It's complicated, okay?" Joel finally admitted, rubbing his temples. "I didn't expect any of this to happen."

Tommy chuckled, clearly enjoying his brother's discomfort. "Is Joel Miller falling for Bee?”

Joel shot him a warning look, but Tommy just grinned wider. "Relax, brother. I'm just teasing”

Joel didn't respond, lost in his own thoughts. He couldn't deny that something had changed over dinner, something he couldn't quite put into words.

Over the next days, Joel and you continued to play your act as a couple, and your interactions became less about pretending and more about genuinely getting to know each other. You were sharing time, laughing together, and interacting in a way that was unexpected for Joel and you four years ago. 

Joel was surprised to find he was enjoying your company more than he had expected. He appreciated things about you, your dedication, your dreams, and especially the look on your face when you talked about something you love, the sparkling of your eyes that could light up the whole city.

One evening, as you were closing up your flower shop, you received a text from Joel.

Joel

 Can't get enough of me? Dinner tonight? My place.

Sent at 4:30 p.m.

You couldn't help but smile at the message and reply to it. 

You

 You're becoming quite the charmer, aren't you? Dinner sounds good.

Sent at 40:30 p.m.

You ended up spending time with Joel, Tommy, and Sarah at their home. You were even invited to spend their traditional movie night with them. Joel had picked a classic film, and the living room was enveloped in the soft glow of the television screen. Popcorn bowls were passed around, and Sarah curled up in an armchair while Tommy claimed the couch.

You found yourself sitting next to Joel on the couch, and as the movie played, you couldn't help but feel the consequences of a tiring day. The soft lighting and the comfort of the living room made your eyes feel heavier, you fought to stay awake, but without even realizing it, you leaned on Joel’s shoulder and rested your eyes for a moment. 

Joel glanced down at you, noticing that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He didn't want to wake you, so he simply adjusted his position, to allow you to rest your head on his chest, making sure you were comfortable. The way your face seemed to be at peace melted his heart, and he couldn't help but smile.

The movie played on, and Joel allowed himself to relax, as you slept soundly on his chest. He couldn't help but wonder why the nagging feeling in his stomach was intensifying.

The next day, you were back in your flower shop, tending to vibrant flowers as usual. Autumn was arriving and the cozy environment and scent were filling the air. The scent of flowers filled the air, and the soft music playing in the background added to the nice atmosphere. It was a simple but normal day. 

Just as you were arranging a bouquet, the bell above the door chimed, signaling a customer's arrival. When you turned to greet them, you froze in your tracks. It was Lauren, wearing a polite but insincere smile.

“Lauren,” you said, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. " How can I help you?”

Lauren's smile didn't reach her eyes as she leaned on the counter. "I just wanted to stop by and have a little chat."

You couldn't help but feel a growing tension in the air. "About what?"

Lauren's tone remained polite, but there was a soft threat in her words. "About me, about you and Joel, of course. I hope you're not getting too comfortable in his life."

You maintained a calm expression, despite the growing unease in your stomach.

She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering "I just wanted to remind you of something, dear. You see, Joel and I have a long history, and Sarah is our daughter. I'm sure you understand how important family is."

She paused for a moment, as if considering her words carefully, and then added, "You are just a girlfriend he is going to get tired of."

You felt a surge of anger at her words. "I understand your concern, Lauren. But my relationship with Joel is our business.”

Lauren's smile remained, but there was a glint of steel in her eyes. "Oh, I'm not trying to say anything bad about it. I just thought you should know where you stand. After all, Joel and I have a daughter together, and that's a bond that can't be broken."

With that, she turned and walked out of her shop, leaving behind a flame threatening to hunt you with the venom of her words. 

Joel had made you stand in a mess that wasn’t yours, but now you were too deep into it and you didn’t know where it would lead you from here. 

tags 💌: @joeldjarin @borhapparker @fatima-marisa @kirsteng42 @paleidiot @harriedandharassed

[westill-fly419]

Weak spot

Tsukishima x gnreader

summary: Tsukishima visits you to help with studying after you fail an exam warnings: none, I just hope it's not too OOC word count: 800 a/n: it's my first time trying to write for Tsukki! I hope you like it^^

Your eyes wander over the boy infront of you. Sitting at the other end of the table, your childhood friend, Tsukishima Kei. The way he flips through the pages of his textbook, eyes filled with concentration and his familiar nonchalance.

"Don't give me that look. Did you really expect things to be different this time?" You pout at his words. "...Why not? I mean, I learned so much for it! But of course she had to change the whole exercise... It didn't even feel like I ever did this before!" "You dumbass, if she put it in there you will most likely have done that before!" Tsukishima scolds you. A slight smirk appears on his face. "Or, did you don't pay attention to your lessons?" "Argh, Tsukki! Don't be so mean!" you exclaim loudly.

"Well, let's get back to the topic." he says, a seemingly cold tone in his voice. His finger drives over the textbook in front of you. Then his gaze shifts directly to you, maintaining his cool attitude. "It's really not that complicated. Just trust me. You will definitely understand the exercises afterwards. And I will help you." At that moment, you can make out a stir of emotions inside you. His words were undeniably reassuring, and you can feel your heart getting a little bit warmer, as a soft smile paints on your face.

And so you start going through the exercises in the textbook. While taking notes, your eyes tend to draw over to the blonde male more than once. Through the way, Tsukishima explains the tasks with ease, you have to admit it. He's not only good-looking, but also very intelligent. Time passes by until you suddenly get pulled out of your thoughts. "The snacks are out. I will go buy some more, around the corner, okay?" Tsukishima suggests. "Let me-" you start, before being cut off by the boy. "No. You will continue to work on the exercises. No complaining, Shorty." His usual smirk creeps up on his face. "You better finish before I'm back."

As he left, you let out a deep sigh. You stare at the equations, but your head refuses to concentrate any longer. Your eyelids slowly start to close, a deep wave of tiredness hitting over your body. You fight with staying awake to learn further. If Tsukishima comes back, he would surely make fun of you, right? He would definitely scold you with the playful smirk of his, right? The thought of him teasing you let a small smile pass over your lips. That would be so typical for him. And with the exhaustion overcoming your mind, you fall asleep.

After a short while, Tsukishima arrives after getting some snacks. As the blonde opens the door to your room, making his way to you, he stops in his tracks. He sees you asleep, with your head resting on the surface of the desk. Your hand still slightly holding onto the pen, and your lips letting out an inaudible snore. A bit endeared and amused, the boy chuckles at the sight of yours, deciding to tease you a bit.

The blonde male picks up his pen and leans over to you. With it's end, he gently taps your forehead. "Wow," Tsukishima says, a playful tone in his voice. "I didn't realize that equations could serve as a sleep aid." You slowly lift your head, blinking in confusion. As he sees your dull eyes, still a little bit tired, the smirk on his face grows wider. "Hey, Sleepyhead. Was my presence that remarkable, that you decided to take a nap, instead of doing what you'd been told to? Did you miss me that much?" "I... I was just resting my eyes for a bit." you reply, cheeks slightly flushing red, while trying to sit up properly. "Thanks to you, I'm fully awake now."

"I see... So that's your weak spot." the boy snickers. "How would you even manage studying properly without my help?" You don't answer him on that. Tsukishima sighs. "Here," he reaches you a chocolate bar he had crammed out of the plastic bag beside him. "I thought you might need a little power up." "Thank you." you reply, accepting his offer and taking a bite.

"A-and well..." you start hesitantly, your eyes flickering around. "I didn't say, I wouldn't have missed you." you admit flustered. "If you are here, then moments like this just feel better." Tsukishima's eyes widen, ahead of his gaze turning back from you. By the soft red shade of his ears, you can clearly see that he is embarrassed. "A-anyway, concentrate on your tasks, okay?" he bickers. You smile brightly. "Sure!" Tsukishima may be aloof sometimes, but in truth, he cares a lot.

And that's what you love about him.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Kiss Me If You Can || Part 2

Character: Bucky Barnes x Thief!Reader

Words Count:  1,214

Summary: What happens when Bucky meet his first love the phantom thief for the second time?

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

The first time Bucky got his heart broken was when he was in junior high school. He was playing the arcade game with Steve when he saw Y/N and her friends at the cafe.

As usual, he always watches her from afar.

Then he saw a boy close to her; a bold and brave boy approached Y/N, capturing her attention in a way Bucky had only dreamed of.

The intimate kiss on her cheek unfolded before his eyes like a scene from a cruel play. Bucky didn’t remember what happened next. He went home and cried. He didn’t leave the house for a week. Even Steve can’t get him out of his bedroom.

Bucky realized that Y/N was out of his league and needed to change to stand beside her. He always watching her walk away.

*********

Years go by, and once again, he watches her slipping away. And the most absurd thing is she became a phantom thief. It turns out he doesn’t know a thing about Y/N.

After the chaos she made at the army, they want to catch her. She became their first enemy.

Now, Bucky has another chance to catch her again. Today, his team got told they needed to guard a V.I.P. at the masquerade ball.

Because there’s a rumor the phantom thief will appear at the party, the army sends Bucky and the team to catch the thief.

Bucky didn’t tell anyone that the thief was his first love.

Y/N was right; he couldn’t imagine her inside a prison cell. He can’t let anyone else catch her beside him.

*****

The ballroom sparkled with lights as Bucky and his team guarded a VIP named Richard Harrington. Richard was a rich guy with a big attitude. He couldn't stop bragging about a super expensive diamond necklace up for auction.

"This necklace is worth more than your wildest dreams, Lieutenant. I doubt you've ever seen something this classy," Richard said with a smirk, acting like he was the most critical person in the room. He looked down on everyone, making it clear he thought he was better than them.

As he went on about the necklace, his rudeness showed. He didn't care about anyone else, treating the staff like they were beneath him.

Bucky had to keep his cool, but Richard's mean attitude set the tone for a night that promised to be full of tension and surprises.

As Bucky and his team scanned the room for the elusive phantom thief, Richard Harrington had a different idea. With a sly grin, he pointed to a woman across the room, claiming she was an important guest, and demanded Bucky to dance with her.

"This is Isabella," Richard said, gesturing toward the woman. "She's someone you should be honored to dance with, Lieutenant. Make sure you don't mess it up."

Isabella, the mysterious woman, wore a striking dress that shimmered like the night sky, her mask adding an air of secrecy to her appearance. She approached Bucky with a confident smile, defying the unspoken rules of social hierarchy.

Their dance was like a rhythm of unspoken understanding, a chemistry that flowed effortlessly. Bucky felt a sense of familiarity, a nagging feeling that lingered at the edge of his consciousness.

"Why so intense, Bucky?" 

Bucky was surprised when he recognized Y/N's voice beneath the disguise. Once again, this woman caught him off guard.

As they moved to the music, Bucky felt a knot tighten in his stomach, realizing Y/N's presence beneath the disguise.

Y/N, in the persona of Isabella, threw a playful remark his way. "Quite the dancer, Lieutenant."

Bucky, attempting nonchalance, replied, "I've had smoother partners."

She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe you need someone to keep you on your toes."

Bucky said, "I've had enough surprises for one night."

Her laughter, a melody amidst the dance, echoed in the dimly lit hall. "Why so serious, Bucky? Afraid of a little excitement?"

Bucky, masking his inner turmoil, quipped, "Just trying to survive the night."

Y/N, with a playful glint in her eye, replied, "Surviving can be overrated, Bucky. Sometimes, you just have to embrace the chaos."

Bucky, smirking, retorted, "Embrace chaos, huh? Let's see how chaotic things can get."

Y/N laughed. “Careful what you wish for, my dear Bucky.”

After she said this, the lights turned off, and everything went dark.

Y/N also slipping away from Bucky grasp.

Every guest immediately panicked, but Richard, as the host party, assured the guest that everything was alright.

The chaos erupted as the lights flickered back to life, unveiling the empty pedestal where the diamond necklace had rested. Richard erupted in fury, pointing fingers at the phantom thief.

Unfazed by the commotion, Bucky directed his team to search among the guests. The elusive thief had cleverly blended in, using the same disguise as the innocent attendees.

While the others inspected the bewildered guests, Bucky ascended to the top floor, determined to catch the culprit. As he reached the rooftop, he was met with the sight of Y/N, ready to make her daring escape.

This time, however, she wore a wingsuit, a sleek silhouette against the city lights, poised to vanish into the night.

With a smirk, she waved the stolen diamond necklace in front of Bucky, the glint of mischief evident in her eyes. "Impressed, Bucky?"

Bucky, a mixture of frustration and admiration, couldn't help but respond, "You enjoy making a spectacle of everything, don't you?"

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing the contours of the necklace. "At least I gave you a good chase, right?"

Clenching his fists, Bucky shot back, "This game of yours will catch up with you, sooner or later."

As Y/N turned to make her daring escape, Bucky, fueled by a sudden surge of boldness, blurted out, "Next time I catch you, you won't be leaving my bed."

The unexpected declaration left Y/N momentarily speechless, her usual quick-witted responses failing her.

Caught off guard, she stammered, "Umm, well... I guess, bye?" With a flustered glance back at Bucky, she activated her wingsuit and soared into the night, leaving Bucky on the rooftop.

Bucky scoffed as he watched Y/N disappear into the night. Despite her successful escape, a sense of satisfaction lingered within him. His unexpected declaration made him feel a small victory in catching her off guard. 

His words held a truth that echoed in his mind – the next encounter wouldn't be a game.

*****

At Y/N's hideout:

After safely landing on the ground and delivering the stolen diamond necklace to her client, Y/N returned home. Bucky's words echoed in her mind, "Next time I catch you, you won't be leaving my bed."

Embarrassment flushed through her, and her heart raced at realizing she might have pushed the boundaries too far. Y/N acknowledged that she had always seen Bucky as a younger brother, especially given his close friendship with Steve. However, something had shifted.

Sighing, Y/N muttered, "What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?"

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[siasthoughts]

« ADRENALINE »

CONCEPT; YOU WERE A NEW, YOUNG HIRE IN THE ORGANIZATION, AND RYU WAS ASSIGNED AS YOUR TRAINER.

TOPICS/CONTENTS; AGE GAP IN MIND . ORAL . GAGGING . P IN V . PRAISING . FEM!READER . MAYBE OOC? . DRUNK S3X . WITH PLOT 😔

LISTEN... i know i'm way more into dom!reader but these type of men got me bringing out my switch side 😍

WORD COUNT; 1.7K (forgot to add 😭)

"so you're the new girl here?" a raspy voice calls out as the huge doors open, you nod, feeling intimidated by his presence. "alright, i'm ryu, no need to tell me your name, i already know." you could read the room and tell that he definitely does not want to be here, yet he takes steps toward you, running a hand through his white-streaked hair and tying it back. he takes out the sword from the sheath, the scraping metal echoing throughout the large room.

"come at me." he taunts, standing unguarded, and unbothered as he holds his sword lazily toward you. you frown at his flippant attitude, you take out your two daggers out of their own cases. you smile, thinking you can easily outdo this old man. you run with your full speed, making you seem like you flashed out of sight. you jump behind him, getting ready to stab atleast his shoulders only—

his sword meets your daggers, clanging loudly as his eyes meets yours, maintaining his nonchalant gaze. "you're fast, but so predictable." you jump back, making him face you. "and... how do you suggest i should change that?" you ask, gripping onto your daggers tightly, "don't think about your next move," he walks toward you as he rolls his shoulders, "just let your instincts drive you."

"what do you even me—" and before you could even finish your sentence, he's behind you with his arm wrapped firmly around your neck along with his sword softly grazing it—making you feel it's cold metal and sending shivers through your body. you feel his breath against your ear, mixed with yours. you gulp, bringing the thin skin of your neck slightly closer to his blade for a mere moment. "don't be so tense, it's not like i'd kill you." he whispers, "even if i wanted to, you know i couldn't."

he lets go of you, and you let out a heavy breath, leaving you breathless for a good minute. "remember, don't think." he says, going back to his original starting point, taking up his hand, and using his index and middle finger to signal you to come back too.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AFTER MULTIPLE FUTILE ATTEMPTS OF TRYING TO GET AS LITTLE AS A SCRATCH ON HIM, YOU SURRENDER.

"i... i give up!" you groan, completely breathless with your palms rested on your knees. he sighs, removing his hair tie, and letting his hair fall atop his shoulders. he walks toward one of the platforms near the stairs, and taking the quarter empty bottle, popping it open and bringing it to his mouth as his back leaned against the ledge. you wipe the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand as you walked toward him, hopping onto the ledge to sit and rest.

you peek at the bottle's label, not like you really had anything to know about alcohol, but you peeked at the label and just see the word 'rum,' "can i have some?" you ask, now looking at him. he doesn't answer until he finishes drinking, leaving half of the bottle, which is still an entire three gulps probably, "finish it if you want." he hands you the bottle without looking at you, you take it, and with only a few moments of hesitation, you drink it.

you feel it burn down your throat, though it was unexpectedly sweet, almost like caramel. you stop for a moment, staring at the label, making sure to remember it if you ever decide to buy alcohol. you don't notice, but he eyes you through the corner of his vision, observing your features and physicality. you down the remaining amount, since it was weirdly good. "thanks! i feel more... rejuvenated now." you place the bottle back down on the concrete with a clink.

you look down at him, observing him. wait, did he always look this good? his hair, rested nicely and complimented his face, or maybe it was just his aura and presence. you reach for his hair, playing with it, feeling its softness and how silky it is. he groans, keeping his arms crossed as your fingers got closer to his nape.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you don't know how you got to this point... with your hands trailing down ryu's wide back. wet sounds of your lips intertwining, along with your legs wrapped around his clothed body. you both stop the kiss, leaving only you breathless. he looks at you with the same unchanging expression, though you could feel a slight change in his demeanor. his skin was tinted with a slight pink, and desire burned in his eyes. "nobody's supposed to come back for at least another 30 minutes right?" you ask, trying to catch your breath.

he hums in response. you don't continue the conversation, since you hope that your actions will be enough to speak for themselves. your hands move to his chest, slithering down slowly to the hem of his pants and tugging at it lightly. he frowns, his eyes squinting for a brief moment along with a groan. you look down, seeing something strained against the once loose cloth, you try to keep your composure as you look back up at him. "seems like your body wants more too..."

"does it now?" he replies with an impatient tone. the alcohol ran through your veins, though ryu was almost completely sober—aside from his amazing alcohol tolerance, he barely drank from the bottle. "i want to see what type of person you are first in this type of situation..." you smiled, pushing him a bit to hop off the ledge. "do you want these lips first?" you ask, your index resting on top of your soft lips. his eyes follow, now looking at your lips then back at your eyes, "do whatever, as long as we get to the end of this..." he says somehow arrogantly, but you can see that he does want it, and more.

you let out a small, quick chuckle, getting on your knees as you untied the small cloth belt keeping his pants up, and slowly inching only the front down, making him groan and resting his onto hand on your head. you finally pull it down just enough to have his cock free, and his size casts a shadow upon your face, leaving you in awe. he looks down at you, seeing his dick almost outsizing the length of your face, he lets out a low laugh. you start to lick the body slowly, to the tip. from this specific angle, it looks even bigger.

you ignored it, as you slowly took him in, first the tip entered your mouth, earning you a husky moan from him. moving even further, he grips onto your hair and you hold onto his hips for stability as you finally take in his entire length. but you feel yourself gagging, "don't stop now." he muttered, you can tell he was aching for movement even though he didn't want to move to make you uncomfortable. you look up at him and continue.

you set a pace, starting off slow as you took it in out of your mouth, making him grit on his teeth. you hear whispers of profanity escape his lips as you started to pick up the speed, "that's it..." he chants, looking down at you as you take in his full size, and even though it hits the back of your throat and filling up your mouth, the pleasure definitely compensates for it. his moans and the lewd sounds of his progressively get louder, "oh god... i'm getting close. just- just like that..." he throws his head back, now using his hands to force your head onto his cock faster.

your throat struggles to keep up, making you gag audibly as he quickly gets faster. his hips tremble, "fuck, i'm cumming-!" he hisses, pulling out just at the right time to cum on your lips instead. you smile, looking up at him as you somehow succeeded to change his expression. his chest now rising and falling as he smiles down at you, "we're not done yet."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you now find yourself placed back on the ledge, with his body in between your legs, and his dick eagerly waiting at your entrance. his arms traps you in between them as he leans in, his mouth breathing against your ear, "are you ready?" he whispers as you feel his cock twitch against you, you hum in response. and he wastes no time, he positions himself against your pussy and slowly entering as a quiet groan leaves his lips and entering your ears like smooth butter.

you whine, feeling his cock filling you up. you never thought sex could feel this good—well you only ever had a few other experiences to compare it to—even then, this is heaven. he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you, and you secure yourself onto him by wrapping your legs back around him. his pace slowly starts to quicken, making you roll your head and eyes back, feeling it hit all your right spots. you feel a knot quickly form in your gut, and each thrust only made it tighter, and tighter.

"you're doing so well taking me." he praises, now holding your hips stable and your arms find comfort around his neck, as he pulls and pushes you toward him to match his rhythm—and this does not help your failing case. he's somehow hitting your insides even deeper now, making your throat and body emit the dirtiest noises. your voice echoes through the large room, along with the sloppy, wet noises of your skin slapping against eachother. "does it feel that good?" he smiles with a tinge of cockiness as he steadily keeps the pace.

he completely hugs you know, his arms engulfing as he moves his face onto the crook of your neck, "are you close?" he questions, quickly followed by your walls clenching around him, "i'll take that as a yes, so am i." he responds to himself as he leaves small, soft kisses on the tender skin of your neck. his grip on your body tightens as you hear his moans vibrating against your skin, "i'm so close... so close–" he mumbles when his speed peaks, you feel his fingers firmly pressing against your back.

you whimper, feeling your legs grow weaker, and feeling the knot inside you get closer to snapping. "fuck- i'm- i'm cumming-!" he takes one hand, taking himself out of you. you cry out, your legs trembling as you feel the knot finally snap along with his panting as you feel hot liquid spill onto your stomach.

and i, thank you. i finished this at 10 pm and speed read it and its not the best so... 😭

[the-kr8tor]

I’m not sure if I’m doing this properly because it’s my first time using an ask box or whatever but can I please request a hobie x pop star reader? Like they’re literal opposites yet still end up together and everyone’s left flabbergasted

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting, hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x fem!Reader

No warnings just FLUFF, lovestruck Hobie

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Hobie practically had to drag Ned to your concert. Ned couldn't believe Hobie's dating a pop star with all the frills, glitz and glam. So Ned just had to dare Hobie, that's how they both ended up in a line full of people dressed up in pink and pastels, glitter was the main theme for everyone's outfits, bubbles were being blown from somewhere. Excited shrieks and chatter can be heard from the long line. 

Hobie and Ned were a stark contrast to everyone else's look, Ned in all black and Hobie with his spiky clothing, and nonchalant attitude, coolness oozing out of him. Ned feels out of place whereas Hobie doesn't care for all the weird stares and murmured talk about him and his equally punk friend. 

"Are they lost?" One of your fans says, eyes covered in pink glitter.

"Maybe they're buying tickets for their girlfriends?" Another whispers to their friend. 

Ned shuffles his feet uncomfortably "Mate, you've proven your point, let's just go" he says through gritted teeth.

Hobie side-eyes Ned, hands tucked in his leather vest "nope, you dared me, so I gotta do it" a mischievous smile curling on his lips.

"Okay, I believe you, let's go" Ned feels something at his feet, looking down at his feet where a little girl pokes at the spikes on his combat boots "hi?" 

The girl smiles widely at Ned, eyes swimming with questions. 

Hobie chuckles as Ned crouches down to the kid's height when the girl asks him meekly if the spikes hurt him when he moves. 

Hobie gets called by the ticket booth attendant, he moves towards it, placing his arms on the small table "I've got two tickets reserved for Hobie Brown" he finally gets to use the reserved tickets you always save for him in every show you have.

The attendant looks through their computer, quickly tapping out his name "sorry, there's no reserved ticket in that name" 

"Try Hobart Brown" 

They tap away on the keyboard "No, sorry" 

Hobie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, he can't believe you're making him say it out loud "try…punk baby" he cringes. 

He can see the attendant trying to stop themselves from smiling "ah yes, two tickets for punk baby" Hobie cringes again when the employee says it's a little too loudly for his liking. "Here you go" they slide it over to Hobie.

Ned suddenly appears at his side, smirking "punk baby, huh?" 

"Come off it, Ned" 

They make their way inside, ignoring more stares and whispers thrown their way.

Finally making it to the VIP booth, ignoring more whispered talking about them, but this time from people you actually know. 

He truly doesn't care, at the end of the day, your opinion of him is the only thing that matters to Hobie. Can't say the same thing to his friend though. Ned's just glad he gets free snacks by being a VIP.

Once the stadium's lights change colors, signaling your appearance, Hobie shoots up from his seat, whistling loudly. 

You finally appear in all your shiny glory, Hobie claps like a mad man, his claps louder than anyone's in the stadium. 

You look in the general direction where you think he is, finally spotting him, thanks to him dressing differently from the crowd– he looks so little from so high up, but it's unmistakable that it's your Hobie looking down at you. 

You don't even know if he sees you looking at him, but nonetheless you wink at him, while you let go a flying kiss up towards the booth. 

Hobie reaches in front of him, acting like he caught your invisible kiss. 

Ned whispers beside him "dork" 

Hobie watches your show eagerly, wishing he has a camera to record the event. Maybe he should go to more of your concerts more often. 

Finishing up the concert, you yell your thanks to the audience, "and I'd like to thank a special someone from the crowd, you know who you are, babe!" You bow theatrically in his direction. Earning a chuckle from Hobie. 

Ned yells over the loud audience "you're a goner, mate! Absolutely done for!" 

Hobie ignores Ned's comment with a shove, but it doesn't mean he's wrong though.

You skip inside the VIP booth, eyes trained to look for Hobie in the crowd. You get hounded by people, so you say thanks,  give them quick handshakes and a photo here and there, your eyes finally spot Hobie. 

You bound towards him, jumping in his waiting arms "punk baby!" Hobie lets out an oof when he hears your little nickname for him. 

You leave little glitters from your sparkly dress sticking in the leather of his jacket, making it sparkle in the light. 

"Whoops" you laugh, wiping the aforementioned glitters off the precious leather. 

Hobie grabs your wrist, stopping your movements "you're bloody amazing out there" 

You both ignore the curious stares from the small crowd in the booth, Ned scratches his neck, thinking how and where in the hell you two even met. 

"I know" you confidently say, post show adrenaline still rushing through you. "You look great in glitter by the way" you stare at him while you bat your eyelashes at him. 

"Yeah? You think I can pull it off?" He tugs you closer by your waist, more glitter sticking to his hands. 

"Mmhm, I know so" you give him a sticky lip gloss smile, pouting, waiting for your congratulatory kiss. 

He happily gives it to you.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

Thanks for reading! Consider reblogging if you enjoyed it ❤️❤️

[canonicallyobserving911]

"Edmundo the Protector" makes a comeback in 7x6 for the other T.K.

I've already posted about the similarities between Taylor Kelly and T*mmy Kinard (linked here) and now more than ever, they're unmistakable because T*mmy is just like Taylor except he's a man. He slyly tries to belittle Buck the same way she did.

The sneak peek of Buck, Eddie and T*mmy at the pre-bachelor party from 7x6 is not the first time T*mmy made a nonchalant, uncaring and just off-putting comment to Buck. Initially, I clocked his attitude towards Buck in 7x4 (the first scene at Air Operations) and I posted about it after the episode aired because I noticed his behavior (linked here). Dudes like T*mmy are arrogant, jealous, obnoxious and only want to be with a person they can treat like they're in control. Which is the reason why I believe he calls Buck "Evan" instead of Buck. He's trying to "kid" him just because he's older.

Be clear, T*mmy's not the least bit interested in Buck! It's an ACT and he's just along for the ride because he wants what Buck has (his apartment, his life and his family status with the 118). If you don't believe me, go back and watch 7x4 and LISTEN to the things he said. As soon as he walked into Buck's loft, he saw how nice it is and he made a comment about how he's working at the wrong station. But everyone should remember T*mmy's been a firefighter longer than everyone at the 118 (except Bobby who was already a captain in Minnesota) which means he makes more money than all of them. Also, he got a promotion when he went to the 217 and he flies helicopters and airplanes for a living. Therefore, he should be making at least $250,000.00 per year without OT compared to the rest of them. He's a low budget Wal-Mart or Dollar Tree dude who wastes money on toys like car lifts, helicopters and Bull$hit but he couldn't spend any money to buy a costume to show the guy he's dating that he's interested? I call BS because he could have, he just didn't want to.

Edmundo the Protector

Eddie clocked T*mmy's attitude in 7x6 when he gave that lame ass excuse to Buck about why he didn't dress up and he didn't put in any effort at all even though Buck asked him to.

Eddie is protective of Buck, hence his legal name "Edmundo" which literally means wealthy protector (linked here) and he'll do whatever it takes to stop T*mmy from brushing Buck's feelings to the side. I do believe Eddie's trying to let Buck realize how T*mmy's not right for him on his own the same way he did with the first TK (Taylor). Reminder, she was verbally unkind to Buck too when she told him to his face he was needy in 4x8. Also, Buck finally did figure it out (almost a year later) that Taylor wasn't good for him but this time there's a major difference because T*mmy's a man.

In 5x11 Eddie gave Taylor the "Maybe you should go home" face but since T*mmy is a guy and they both know Muay Thai, it means Eddie can kick his ass.

[drawnthejayys]

Meet my BLU Team OCs !!

Info/Bios under cut!

Dr. Warin Kölher

• Born in Mannheim, Germany

• Team Leader, some refer to him as "Mother Hen" because of his protective motherly attitude

• Lost his medical degree early because he kept experiencing near death situations around his workplace, they thought it was becoming too dangerous even though nobody else was affected 💀

• Survived hell and back more than once (literally) before becoming a mercenary

• Happy face pin on his hat expresses his emotions somehow?¿

• Not a demon or anything, trust me!!!!!

• Likes crows, wants one as a pet

• Says he has a rare skin condition (is lying)

Jenny Thomas

• Sees Dr. Kölher as a parental figure

• "IF AUTISM DIDN'T EXIST, GOD WOULD NOT HAVE CREATED ME!" /ref /j

• Actually born in Canada, does not know

• Sent to Michigan (in a box) as a baby and grew up there

• Collector of many things (rocks, sticks, nuts n bolts)

• Can be very trigger happy especially on the battlefield

• Dr. Kölher gives her star stickers when he's good, he sticks them in his helmet (is tryin to collect 50 of them 🇺🇲)

• Owns chewelry because she has a biting problem but easily breaks through all of them in less than a week

Mason

• nickname: mason jar

• If Mundy listened to midwest emo (/hj)

• Look, we don't know how they escaped New Zealand when its currently at the bottom of the ocean but we don't ask

• Laid-back but lazy at times, takes a lot of naps

• Smokes more weed than Spy smoking cigarettes /hj

• Dumpster diver

• Their Jarate skills kinda go crazy

• Games with Junior, they love first-person shooters

Spy (alias: Rune)

• Get half filipino'd loser🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

• Backup strategist for when things go to shit but also the last resort for a lot of things unfortunately

• Anxiety ridden, visits the doc often

• Good at stabbing, not much with shooting

• Acknowledges Scout as his son but is a very awkward dad. He's trying at least

• A hopeless romantic and has been looking for a partner since the divorce(tm)

• Smokes but is trying to quit, often been seen with a toothpick instead of a cigarette

• Autistic just like me fr, stims with his butterfly knife

Dallas

• Tough cowboy, doesn't play around

• "Watch your piehole son or imma SLAP YOU SILLY."

• Probably the sanest in the team

• Grumpy-pants who needs a break

• Very "tough love" kind of father figure

• "MY TEAMMATES ARE ALL MORONS!!!!" /ref /j

• Homophobic homosexual (/j)

• Despite his name, he might not even be Texan

• Tolerates Dr. Kölher the most

Dymitry (Mitya)

• Here to do his job, nothing more

• Intimidating just like the OG Heavy

• Fond of animals and small creatures

• Actually quite calm, its hard to piss him off

• He has a soft spot for Jenny and Meeka and buys them snacks on the weekends

• Jenny calls him Mitts!

Junior

• Transmasc bastard

• He'll beat your ass (for fun!)

• Good friends with Sniper, they listen to music and play video games together!

• Knows Spy is his dad and is very nonchalant about it, much to Spy's dismay ("I am your fathe-" "Whatever, don't care, didn't ask")

• Has braces paid for by Spy but has to leave base monthly to go to an actual dentist because Dr. Kölher didn't wanna keep seeing him cry whenever he had to get his braces tightened

•Still has buck teeth :3

Meeka

• Your honour, they're just a little guy

• Hangs around Mitya to keep him company, theyre the best of friends!

• Goes on crazy killing sprees with Jenny during matches

• Ongoing beef/goof-off with the RED Team's Pyro

• Pinkie Pie energy!!

• Dallas is their (adoptive) dad!

Angus

• Superstitious about a lot of things but keeps it to himself

• For some reason is always very warm which is why he's shirtless 90% of the time

• Has some amazing tits ngl

• Will wear a dress to the function and be the hottest one there

• His fav food is burber 🍔

• Loves hard rum and scotch (its important to me that all my demo ocs have a fav alcoholic beverage)

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That's all of them! I hope you like them :3

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Before You Become My Beloved

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Vlad: “There it is! The language of its flowers is...”

His eyes widened as he followed the letters.

The next day, at the same time, he sneaked out of his room and headed for the woods, lightly jumping over the creek and running across the grass to see him sitting on a stump.

Vlad: "Hello."

Gardener: "-----!"

Vlad: "You know, yesterday, I was doing some research on snake berries."

Gardener: "I'm sorry, Lord Vlad!"

He suddenly bowed his head as he stood up from the stump.

Gardener: "I apologize for not recognizing that you belonged to the Draculesti family yesterday."

Gardener: "Please forgive me."

Vlad: "Eh? I just..."

When Vlad stepped forward, the gardener's expression hardened, and he backed away, his face contorted in fright.

He said he was the gardener of the mansion, so if he was employed by the Draculesti family, he'd certainly know not to be close to him.

But that wasn’t the only reason for the frightened look in his eyes.

(Because I'm a vampire.)

「Humans sometimes fear vampires, but our family dares to reveal themselves and rule over them.」

「Among them are you, Vlad. A special pureblood and a godlike being who can even rule the world.」

The voices of everyone in his family echoed in the back of his ears.

(No. What everyone is saying doesn't sound right to me.)

(Vampires and humans are...)

Vlad: "Don't be scared. I just came here to talk to you."

(I'm sure we'll get along.)

Keeping his hands clasped tightly in front of his chest, he stepped forward and called out to him.

Vlad: "I just want to be friends with you."

Gardener: "Friends?"

Gardener: "What are you talking about?"

Gardener: "Because you..."

He swallowed the words that were about to come out, and his gaze swung from side to side as if he were confused.

Gardener: "A-Anyway, I can't be your friend."

Gardener: "Excuse me."

He tried to leave without making eye contact.

(Oh...)

Vlad: "Wait! It's called the devil's charm!"

Wanting him to stay, he spoke those words as quickly as he could.

Vlad: "The language of the snakeberry flower. I looked it up in a book yesterday."

Vlad: "Did you know?"

Gardener: "No."

He replied, with his back to him.

Vlad: "Then did you know that the flower of the raspberry is yellow?"

Gardener: "I know that."

Slowly, his gaze turned back.

Gardener: "I'm not an expert in the language of flowers, but I'm a gardener, so I know most plants."

Vlad: "Then teach me about plants, and I'll teach you the language of flowers in return."

Gardener: "No, that's... I'm sorry, excuse me."

After bowing his head again, he ran away, and there was nothing he could do to stop him anymore.

Vlad: "I believe that vampires and humans can understand each other."

From that day on, they began a strange game of cat and mouse.

Vlad: "Hello!"

Gardener: "I'm working. Please leave me alone, Lord Vlad."

Gardener: "There are knives here, so it's dangerous."

Vlad: "Hey, what are those flowers called?"

He glanced up, unable to ignore him.

Gardener: "It's Dimorphotheca."

Vlad: "Wow! You're really cool."

Vlad: "I'll look up its language tomorrow and let you know."

Gardener: "No need. Please don't come here again."

Not discouraged by his curt attitude, he tried to get his attention when he went to the forest the next day.

Vlad: "I wonder what snake berries taste like."

A greenish bitterness hit his tongue as soon as he bit into the red berry.

Vlad: “Ugh.”

Gardener: “What are you doing!? Please spit it out!”

Vlad: “Don’t worry. You told me it’s not poisonous.”

Vlad: “But it really tastes terrible. Ugh.”

Frowning, the gardener scratches his head in annoyance.

Gardener: “You’re being too naughty.”

Then one day

Gardener: “Lord Vlad, you’re here again?”

Vlad: “Yup!”

Seeing his nonchalant smile, the gardener chuckled half-heartedly.

Recently, he had lost his patience, and no longer avoided him as he used to.

Vlad: “Don’t mind me, just eat that delicious-looking lunch.”

Gardener: “That being said, I wouldn’t feel comfortable eating alone.”

He picked up a basket that was placed beside him.

Gardener: “Would you like some?”

When he removed the cloth, Vlad saw red-colored fruits.

Vlad: “What are these?”

Gardener: “These are strawberries.”

Vlad: “Hmm, so these are strawberries. They look a little different from snake berries, even though they have a similar color.”

Gardener: “Is this the first time you’ve seen strawberries?”

Vlad: “Yes, I only eat what is brought to me except for rouge.”

Gardener: “Rouge?”

Vlad: “Strawberries smell much sweeter than snake berries. I wonder what they taste like.”

He looked at him, but suddenly furrowed his eyebrows in pity.

Gardener: “Maybe you’re just like all the other kids.”

Vlad: “What?”

He turned around and held out the basket before him.

Gardener: “Here you go. They taste much better than snake berries.”

He naturally reached for it, tickled by the sweet aroma.

Vlad: “Thank you. Bon appétit!”

He ate the large, glossy red berries.

(Wow!)

Instantly, a sweet and sour flavor filled his mouth.

(It tastes so tender. It’s like...)

------------Flashback------------

Vlad: “Why are you patting my head?”

Gardener: “It doesn’t mean anything, but if I had to answer, I suppose it’s because all children are God-given lovely beings.”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(It tastes warm and fuzzy, just like that time.)

Vlad: “Strawberries are so delicious. This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten!”

Gardener: “I see. You can eat as many as you like.”

His eyes were gently shimmering, just like the day they first met, and he felt a connection that only lasted for a moment.

Vlad: “Huh?”

(It’s usually his break time.)

It was silent except for the bird’s chirp and the stream’s murmur. There was no sign of anyone except for the stump where the gardener always sat.

He waited for a while, but he never showed up that day.

He returned to his room before teatime, and while he was reading a book, a maid suddenly knocked on the door, and he stopped her after setting up the tea.

Vlad: “Hey, I need some potted plants for my room. Can you call the gardener?”

He asked about him, giving a plausible reason so she wouldn’t notice.

(Maybe he’s sick. If so, I’ll give him something next time I see him as a thank you for the strawberries he gave me the other day.)

But what he heard was something unexpected.

Maid: “I heard the gardener quit his job here yesterday.”

(What?)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Premium || Epilogue

[stwritings]

I finished reading Flight of Icarus and i have some thoughts

Warning!! Spoilers below the cut!!

Overall, i enjoyed the book, despite a few critiques i have that i won't get into. What i would like to discuss are some moments in the book that genuinely had me putting it down for a few seconds bc ouch???

Here are some of my favorite details along with their relation/parallels to Season 4:

Starting off strong with this one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-I can't help but wonder how his fellow bandmates might have reacted upon hearing all the shit that was being said about Eddie following his disappearance. They may have been upset, feeling that he broke his promise the longer time elapsed without hearing from him.

-I was always perplexed by how nonchalant the boys seemed in ST4, the scene where the basketball team harass them during band practice. They didn't seem very frazzled or worried over Eddie's absence (ex.: "show's not till next week" , "you have eyes don't cha? he's not here").

-Gareth's attitude is no doubt one of displeasure over their rivals appearance, but the comment about their show being next week leads me to believe that they probably assumed Eddie would be back in time to perform with them, offering an apology and another crazy story, like he had done following all the shit that went down with his dad... :(

-In FoI, we see how flaky and unreliable Al Munson truly is. In ST4, Eddie is really hard on himself about running away, clearly striving to be different from his dad. Not only does it hurt him to feel so cowardly, but he despises having even the slightest resemblance to his father.

-In ST4, when he makes the split decision to cut the rope and "buy more time", one could argue that he chose to stay behind so to not abandon Nancy, Steve and Robin.

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SFSDGKSDKGJHSDNFJKSDNGDS

-This whole interaction was hurting my heart

-The fact that Wayne went back to get all of Eddie's belongings he could salvage following the fire made me picture him doing the same thing at the trailer following the earthquake that tore apart their home. :((((

-This is who Eddie learned "bad news first, always." from.

-Makes me wonder what his grandfather was like and if Al's degenerate tendencies are a reflection of his father's or if he was a good guy. After all, Wayne turned out fine.

To end on a lighter note :-)

-Absolutely wrecked by this.

-It's so silly and sweet. I picture Wayne gardening while Eddie smokes on the front porch and keeps him company. Please, i am begging someone to create this somehow- i suck at drawing lmao.

ANYWAY OVERALL ITS A GOOD READ AND I ENJOYED IT. Let me know what y'all thought. :)

[nnseriku]

Idolish7 headcanons with a tsundere girlfriend, please?

𝗦𝗛𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 // [ᴵᴰᴼᴸⁱˢᴴ⁷]

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : ʰᵒʷ ⁱ⁷ ᵃʳᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵗˢᵘⁿᵗˢᵘⁿ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁿᵉʳ

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘥 ! [ʸᵒᵘ/ʸᵒᵘʳ/ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ]

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁿᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ⁱᵐ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ/ʸᵒᵘʳ, ⁱ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵘˢᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ 😭 ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵘᶜᵏ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵗᵗⁱᵗᵘᵈᵉ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ˢᵒˡᵉˡʸ ᵇᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ⁺ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʸᵖⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵗˢᵘⁿᵗˢᵘⁿ ˢᵗᵉʳᵉᵒᵗʸᵖᵉ

Yαɱαƚσ Nι��αιԃσ

— He's definitely not fazed or hurt everytime you throw mean remarks at him but he thinks it's really funny and cute to tease you

— so he does it a lot! seeing your flustered and speechless state makes his heart flutter

— omg im imagining a scene where he buys you a drink while you're sputtering an insult to him in defense and then he place the can drink on your head

— “yes yes, i get it” is his usual response to an defensive insult from you

Iȥυɱι Mιƚʂυƙι

— definitely thinks you're odd at first but since i hc him to read/watch romance drama type of stuff, he would definitely think it's a cute trait!

— but also not so cute when your insult hits a little too hard, it just feels like arrows had just stabbed him from the back

— i don't think he'd try and insult you back though, mostly just sweatdropping and half hoping you won't use the same insult again

— not a teaser either but he'd chuckle whenever you found yourself stammering on your words out of embarrassment

Oυʂαƙα Sσɠσ

— he'd definitely sweatdrop whenever an insult or a rude comment is thrown at him

— apologizes for your behavior, definitely

— Sogo would have this soft smile on his face when he sees you shy and embarrassed to express your feelings to him but he doesn't tease you for it because he knows you're finally opening up to him a little more

— calm bf x tsundere partner dynamic, the cutest thing ever because he's prepared for any insult you can make up and he'd just smile or chuckle it off

Nαɳαʂҽ Rιƙυ

— like Mitsuki, sometimes thinks that your insult hits a little too hard

— he keeps calm though and smile through it all and i wouldn't call this teasing but he'd definitely compliment you often like “haha, (name) is so cute, huh?” to try and stop you from giving him more insults

— omg i love the idea of him pouting whenever he found something you said offensive or confusing (not pouting but that small frown that looks like a pout)

— would literally brighten up whenever you warm yourself up to him more and is so happy you are getting closer to him!

Rσƙυყα Nαɠι

— he was definitely surprised that there's actual people with a tsundere attitude since most of the people he's met is welcoming but he doesn't treat you any different or any less :]

— you guys definitely have those moments where you're eating and you have food on your cheek or on the corner of your lips and he just wipes them off with his own hand to see you embarrassed

— is an affectionate person so you guys would definitely hold hands a lot and he tries to tone down with the physical touch for you

Iȥυɱι Iσɾι

— has that deadpan stare and is so irked whenever you laugh at his mistake or you reminded him of something embarrassing he had to do or did

— literally ignores your remarks everytime ;

“well, at least I'm not the one with a bunny keychain under my pillow every night!”

“goodnight, sleep well (name)”

— but he definitely teases you whenever you empty out or express your feelings to him with a smirk and the nonchalant face

YσƚʂυႦα Tαɱαƙι

— thinks you're confusing most of the time

— past him (before i7) would definitely find you irritating but now, he'd still find you irritating sometimes but he doesn't lash out or get annoyed easily anymore

— almost the same case with Sogo? he just have troubles reading your emotion and he can't comfort you or get to know you if you're insulting him and pushing him away all the time

— thanks you whenever you open up though he's relieved to see you warming up to him, he'd give you a spoonful of his pudding to show gratitude ngl HAHAHHAH

[strawbrryrush]

𖤐 hello here is my official event starter call! - i put some poor little blurbs for my muses too! i just ask that it be limited to, 3 per mun! c: i'll be limiting each muse to 4 starters ty !!𖤐

𖤐elena gilbert- trying to help people-won't hesitate to fight if needed. 1/4 caroline

𖤐 homura akemi- has guns ready- being protective over madoka- but any friends she has here- she'll do her best to protect as well. isn't scared- angry more or less, sick of this shit. 0/4

𖤐jinx- thrives on chaos; thinks this is fun.. oop, 2/4 misa,cyrus

𖤐nami- she's scared, she hates it here. -if you know nami- have fun being her shield. she can fight- but would prefer not to; :(( 0/4

𖤐 tifa lockhart- she's a fighter, she's afraid don't get me wrong but knows the shit she has survived- she can take on anything. ( hopefully idk), 0/4

𖤐natalie highgrove- is it bad she's probably just?? shrugging her shoulders- she has a really idc attitude.. she'll protect her sister- her 'mom' and people she cares about- but I can't see her actively freaking out. 0/4

𖤐amber freeman- tara is who she strives to protect; she's probably amused- watching everyone run crazy. but that's because she's a little .. off :) 1/4 billy

𖤐molly- raised in a mob family, angel's twin sister- she can be fearless when needed. i'm sure she knows how to use a gun- will protect those closest to her- yeah she went to heaven?? but have u seen her family?? 0/4

𖤐elaine st john- a vampire, strives in chaos I like to think- will protect those she cares for.. but the ones she care for- are mostly vamps too, but I digressss. 0/4

𖤐vaggie- u know the angry emoji? that is vaggie- she's so done with washington's bullshit- not even scared. I mean fuck charlie doesn't remember, she's just been pissed and an angry ball lately- so this hardly phases her. 1/4 niffty

𖤐azula- can money buy us out of this one?? no but seriously shes protecting kiyi- everyone else is whatever, and as if this phases her.. -ooh maybe we can unlock some of that firebending she forgot. 1/4 aang

𖤐draculaura- SCARED, shes a vampire! but she doesn't consume blood- she doesn't like to hurt people. -so when it comes to having to defend herself- she's afraid.. help, 1/4 louise

𖤐 octavia- again another nonchalant muse- she's scared but has a powerful father- and she legit.. came from hell?? idk, probably a little stressed out- but hey even murder has no fury like pissing off her dad. 0/4

𖤐moxxie- guns ablazing- he has his millie- he's ready to kick ass.. is it not his job to already unalive humans?? what changes here- especially if he needs to defend.. 1/4 loona

𖤐michonne hawthorne- protecting rick, judith ( even if she doesnt remember) she will protect her family like she always has. you can't scare her. 0/4

𖤐martha hatter- legit that sad hamster meme- that's her. why can't the world just be happy and sunshine and rainbows?? why is there scary stuff happening, :(( 0/4

𖤐 dahlia dogan - she's a boss bitch- but can someone boss bitch their way out of this? probably not, she's probably scared but trying to act like she's tough. i can't see her hurting anyone though. 1/4 ben

𖤐 calcifer- maybe the mojo dojo casa moving house wasn't so bad! maybe he even misses it! but for real, he's annoyed- how fucking inconvenient ? he can't just play games with howl??? how rude. he will protecc 0/4

𖤐 scout too long of a fucking name- man only knows about dinosaur- kens job is beach- his job is dinosaur. i can see him maybe taking some knowledge from his... large line of family who are in medical- he can probs aid in wound care- is going to be protective. 0/4

𖤐 lucifer morningstar- oh he's fucking loves this- he thrives in chaos- he probably thinks his dad is getting a kick out of this shit. but he will protect if you're close to him, 1/4 dream

𖤐richard gecko- again man creates chaos why wouldn't he sort of thrive in it? it's annoying but the shit he's seen and been through- ez. 1/4 a xiang

𖤐lucy maclean- OKIE DOKIE!! ugh seriously she should've never left the vault- shit always goes wrong, she's tough. she can protect and defend if needed. :) 0/4

𖤐 sanna marchon- she just got back from being ded?? why?? is this happening? she's scared, but she can fight- but why must she?? u ever ask urself that,w hy.?? 0/4

𖤐 hilda teufel- protecting her girls, she doesn't care what happens to her- she just wants to make sure her lil family is okay. 0/4

𖤐teucer- :(( he's just a little guy, he's too kind for this shit. seriously he'll protect people if he must, he doesn't wanna see anyone get hurt. 0/4

𖤐 shen xingxing -annoyed, i doubt she knows how to really use any weapons?? maybe she's the type of character where you see them- they're cute and smol- but they can throw some serious punches- maybe stab u with the heel of their shoe? u get it. ya that's her. 0/4

𖤐 fionna campbell- she has a sword and a dream- i need to plot for her- but if you wanna be friends with her- they will do their damnest to protect you. c: 0/4

[sukiekagamine]

Aemond speaking his family's love language

My headcanon, because my attention span doesn't allow me to write a long fanfiction

1. Words of affirmation: Aegon

Aegon lived his life buried under expectations, wine and whores. Everyone wanted him to be something he was not, and he gave up trying to get his father's or grandsire's approval. He had long believe that no one had love for him and he's a disappointment. All he ever wanted was to have someone saying that they cared for him, loved him, are proud of him, but not even his mother answered with what he wanted. At first, Aemond was furious with his brother's nonchalant attitude

But when he saw his brother's hungry gaze at when Alicent told Aemond that she loved him, or when Helaena laughed at Aemond's gesture, Aemond finally understands. So he voiced his heart to Aegon at any moment that he could.

"My sword falls by your side, brother."

"You will have Storm's End, I'll do anything to give you that."

"You've gotten better at ruling. The smallfolk love you."

"You've fought fiercely. You're a true dragonborn."

"You've done well."

"I love you."

2. Acts of service: Alicent

Alicent had a lot of responsibilities. Her duty to the dying Viserys, her duty to her father, and her duty to the realm. She had to learn politics, the laws and uphold the kingdoms on her shoulders. So of course sometimes she would forget to take care of herself. But its fine because she had her son for that: Aemond would wake up everyday making sure that her serving girls knew their jobs, prepare her carriage everytime she needs to travel somewhere, preparing her tea and cakes whenever she works late at night. He would volunteer to handle some of her work to ease her stress and absolutely fret over her when she showed any sign of tiredness or sickness. Whenever Alicent said You don't have to do this, he would reply You've taken care of me alone my whole childhood. It is my turn to look out for you.

3. Quality time: Helaena

Helaena is seen as a freak by others. All she does all day was to play with her bugs and let out strange unrelated words. Her mother tried to connect with her to no avail, her father barely knew about her existence, and her older brother was too drunk to care. She didn't like being touched either, so she spends most of her time alone. Other than the times her younger brother approach her with a new bug that he found somewhere, and they would sit in a quiet spot in the woods, looking at insects and playing with them all day. Aemond was patient. She didn't want to be touched, she didn't enjoy talking, but he didn't force it out of her. He simply watched how she handled her bugs and learned her way, taking notes of them for her and rake the library for books to help her preserve them in the castle. They would spend long afternoons with each other in silence, she caressing a bug and him sketching it out into her small notebook. Helaena never said it outloud, and Aemond never knew it, but she felt the most peaceful when she was with him.

4. Gifts: Daeron

They didn't grow up together. Daeron was sent to Oldtown when Aemond was too young, and they only saw each other twice a year. But Aemond was strangely attentive to Daeron's words everytime they met, and he always had spontaneous gifts for his brother. Daeron could simply say that his saddle for Tessarion had a slight malfunction and his brother Aemond would ask for the best craftsman in Kings Landing to make him a brand new saddle in the latest design. Daeron could simply say that he loved a Kings Landing streetfood that he couldn't find in Oldtown, and Aemond would go out into the city himself to buy some for him. He could say nothing, and Aemond would send him things that he saw that reminds him of his brother: history books, a beautiful dagger from Essos, a thick fur cloak from the North. Daeron had cherished each and every gift, feeling as if he was surrounded by families.

5. Physical touch: Jaehaerys and Jaehaera

People were afraid of Aemond's scar and sapphire eye. Especially the ladies at court, and oh, children. Babes would wail in his presence, children cowered behind their mothers as he approached. It didn't matter to Aemond, it definitely didn't hurt, no. They were nothing but strangers to him, and Jaehsera and Jaehaerys were the only children that mattered. The twins were really Targaryens - they had the blood of the dragons in them, and had no fear. They didn't flinch when Aemond took off his eyepatch, instead, they babbled and reached out to him from their mother's embrace. They seemed to enjoy Aemond more than any of their wetnurses, always giggled and touched his face with their little hands. Sometimes, they refused to be let go from Aemond's arms - they would cling onto his neck from both sides and scream when anyone tried to pry them away, and Aemond was in charge of putting them to sleep those nights. When no one was looking, he would rain kisses onto their plump cheeks, smiling when they squealed and giggled. He would hold them so tight into his chest, one on each arm, and feel their faces pressed into his neck as they fell asleep. Aemond was never the one to express his love freely, but for them, for the two little suns of his life, he would be just as soft hearted as any uncle. For each of their little kiss, he would return with ten more.

[thelovelyghostwriter]

KuraNeon Short Fic

Okay, this is one of my longer tumblr short fics, it’s 1000+ words. 

Rated M because of lemon. Pairing: Kurapika/Neon

This is not the full length of the fic, the full version will be completed and posted on AO3 when I have the time. 

Before anyone starts complaining about their age, Kurapika and Neon are born in the same year. In the current arc, Kurapika is technically 19 years old. I have had people complain about Neon being underaged (people deadass think she’s 12 to 16 tf), but then they go ahead and sexualise Kurapika because “he is an adult because he’s 19”. You can check it here. 

Anyway, it’s fiction. Don’t take it seriously. I will just block anyone who tries to start a drama over drawings and fanfics.   

Warning: sexual content, hate-sex, angry sex, angst, mentions of daddy issues

Here we go: 

Kurapika wanted to stop this... Whatever they were doing. Yet his reasoning flies out of the window whenever he sees Neon in a flattering night attire.

Here he was, shirtless, with the woman sitting on his lap. Her spaghetti-strapped blouse was pushed down, her breasts exposed to him.

"I told you not to tempt me," he said. He licked her nipple and bit it lightly. Neon let out a small groan.

Kurapika had attempted to tell her that this dirty affair they had was inappropriate and unbecoming of them. Yet, for the past week, Neon had been giving him subtle flirtations and wearing clothes that showed off her skin (as compared to the baggy ones she normally wears).

The last straw was her talking about his Scarlet Eyes... while fondling the chains on his hand.

No.

That had to stop. For one, she was teasing him. Secondly, she recently found out about his Kurta identity - she was pissing him off on purpose to get "punished".

That woman should know her place, objectifying his clan's eyes like that.

He placed small kisses on her neck, then back again to her breasts. She shivered - it felt good.

"Are you happy now? You spoiled girl," he muttered against her breath sternly. She yelped when he slapped her ass.

Huh? That's weird.

His hands got underneath her skirt. Fuck. This girl wasn't even wearing a pair of underwear. She really wanted to get hate-fucked. By him. Again.

His fingers found her sex, all dripping in her arousal for him.

"So good," she mewled. She quivered under his touch.

Of course, she was satisfied, but never happy. There was a difference.

He inserted another finger.

Neon had always been like him - an empty vessel. Perhaps, even lonelier than him.

"M-more!" she moaned, demanding to be satisfied.

"Always wanting to be pampered," he huffed. What a greedy girl.

A father who exploited her fortune-telling, for fame and power; in exchange, he'd buy her all the things she wanted. The endless indulgence of material goods that she filled her heart with, yet it can never be full.

Ever since the Lovely Ghostwriter was stolen from her, the one thing that made her useful to her father... It was gone.

"You can never be satisfied, Neon," he said.

"Yet, you still do this with me," she countered, playing with his blond hair. She gripped Kurapika's hair and looked at his now-reddened eyes. Those eyes were beautiful... that held so much wrath and danger.

She had loved them when they were on a set of casing...but to see them on a deranged man when he takes her... it was... strangely exciting.

Kurapika said nothing, only kissing her in response.

Shut the hell up - he thought. He didn't like when she played mind games while they were doing this.

The kiss tasted sweet - so much turmoil in him, that he wished that a kiss could wash it all away. Wash away all his painful memories.

She snaked her hand into his pants. He hissed at the contact. Fuck. He needed this.

She giggled at his reaction, seemingly pleased, but her eyes said otherwise. Her father no longer paid attention to her, and it was obvious that she was trying to replace this by letting her head bodyguard (who was the same age as her) fill her.

She inserted his penis into her, squealing. God, Kurapika disliked her high-pitched voice whenever she complained. Yet, the noise that she makes during sex was what rubbed his ego - pleading, squealing, mewling, moaning as he rammed into her.

He halted for a moment, to lay her back against the bed. Then slammed himself again. Neon screamed, then covered her mouth alarmingly. He was enraged, she could tell. She really got onto his nerves, with her callous comment.

That disgusting hobby of hers. Collecting dead body parts that reflected her lack of sympathy towards the dead. Again, to fill that empty husk of her beautiful body. To treat people like objects because people see her as a predictive tool. A mere object.

She was her father's cash cow, the mafioso's crystal ball, another name in Chrollo's book and now, Kurapika's personal sex doll.

He removed her mouth. He wanted to hear her. She bit her lip, attempting to be quiet as possible.

He knew this. He wrapped her arms around her lower back, giving a new angle to ride her further. She yelped, in both surprise and ecstasy.

"Slow... Down..." she pleaded, her fingernails digged his shoulders. He said nothing.

"Papa... Papa might - ah!- hear us," she reasoned to him.

But he did not listen.

"I think - ah fuck!- he already... He knows," he said.

It was an open secret around the Nostrade mansion. It was not far-fetched for the young pair, who were equally lonely, to get caught into some odd agreement. She did expect her father to have some sort of reaction, though?

Neon's eyes watered slightly. Whether it was due to her being upset with her father's nonchalance, or Kurapika's roughness - Kurapika was unsure.

Kurapika did help Light recover from their financial slump by redirecting their mafioso business into something else. Perhaps it was some sort of sick reward Kurapika has earned when he chose to help them.

He brushed away the mascara-stained tears from her face. "Stop crying," he commanded, and gave a deep thrust that caused her to yell.

He did know she was going through a tough issue. But it can never be compared to him, his loss. The eyes of his clan gouged out just for people like her to enjoy them as displays. He should be the one crying, but there were no more tears left for him to shed.

He then remembered her hobby - why he was here in the first place. He began to incorporate his resentful energy into the form of pulsating desire, pounding into her mercilessly.

"Give it to me..." she begged, holding him tightly while her toes curled.

Her whole body started to shake.

So close...

Just a little more...

Then he stopped.

Neon immediately glared at him. It was one of his punishments again. To give her all the pleasures into a peak then abruptly crashing it into such a non-climatic disaster.

He laid on her side, brushing her messy hair off her face. They were both sticky, perspiring from their intimacy.

"Don't cry," he comforted and kissed her forehead.

Or I will give you something real to cry about, flesh collector.

She nodded. "Good girl," he said. He stood up.

He gripped her thighs, dragging her until her lower body was out of the bed. "Turn around," he commanded, and she obeyed him.

"Wait..." she protested, looking back slightly, "I want to see your eyes while you-" He gripped her hair. The audacity of this girl to still treat his eyes like a commodity... but in her eyes, he is the same. Another man in her life that sees her as an instrument.

"No. Not tonight, Neon. Look in front," he instructed.

If I catch you looking back, you're going to get it - he thought while he inserted his dick inside her again.

"I- ah!" she heaved, "I - hah - hate you..."

She managed to blurt out. He frowned. He didn't like that, be it she truly meant it or it was out of not getting what she wanted.

Because he couldn't resent her. He disliked her attitude, sheltered personality, her hobby... and worst of all, how she makes him desire her.

But it was never hatred. That was a feeling meant for the Phantom Troupe. She wasn't special enough for that.

He found her clitoris and rubbed it, all swollen and wet from arousal.

He noticed how she opened her legs slightly further to give him better access. Such hatred, huh.

"Yet... You're here," he replied. All he got was a repetition of her breathless curses and whimpers.

“Just… mmph! Turn me around…” she mumbled in the midst of the coitus. 

“No-”

“P-please?”

No response. He only did her harder. 

“I’ll… do anything,” she said. She looked back, rebelling against his rule. She kissed him before he could scold her. Neon stared at the glowing eyes, completely bewitched by them. 

“Anything?” he questioned, and he withdrew himself out of her. 

“Yes, daddy, anything-” 

She pouted for an added-effect. She knew that was one of his weaknesses. Kurapika sighed. 

“Okay-”

It was going to be a long night: he wasn’t done with her yet.  

[A/N: I did not proofread this, so pardon the grammatical errors]