#he‘ll fall for it every time

[thedemonsnightmare]

They listen to you talk about your interests-

Lucifer-

Secretly notes down everything to not forget what you like, if fan articles or books about that interest exist he gets them for your birthday he‘ll talk to you about it once in a while

Mammon-

Acts like he doesn’t listen but in truth he does and he’ll remember every little detail you said

Leviathan-

If it’s a movie, book or game he‘ll immediately get it and watch/read/play it, if it isn’t he just listens to you (he definitely enjoys you brag about it)

Satan-

He gets a lots of books about it, read them all just to talk to you about that interest (probably knew some stuff already but still deepens his knowledge)

Asmodeus-

Listens to you interested while he makes that you are comfortable, styles your hair, uses make up on you if you wear make u while you are talking

Beelzebub-

Eats while you talk but still listens intently

Belgephor-

He listens but if he is tired he’ll fall asleep because your voice is soothing to him, says sorry afterwards thousand times

[rishiguro]

hi rin!! i was wondering if i could request a jjk angst fic? (specifically nanami but you can include whoever you want)

your “when they throw their wedding ring” really hit a nerve so here i am begging for more hahaha (i’m 19 btw!)

BUSY THINKING ABOUT EX HUSBAND!NANAMI

a/n: is this the place to mention that i also started working on a full nanami angst fic?

ex husband!nanami who wasn’t happy when you told him that you wanted a divorce, but only sighed before nodding and telling you that he‘ll agree to whatever conditions you give him.

ex husband!nanami who only hesitated once the papers were in front of him, simply needing his signature on them.

ex husband!nanami who tries to rationalize his feelings away and keeps telling himself that you simply were nothing more than a chapter in his book.

ex husband!nanami who seemed to move on so simply, acting like nothing was wrong to begin with and continued to live his life just like he did before — like you were never there to begin with.

ex husband!nanami who only months later realizes how much he regrets not fighting for you harder, how he loathes the cold side of the bed on which you always slept and how he has so much space in his closet now.

ex husband!nanami who realizes that he only felt joy in his chores and errands was because he got to do them with you.

ex husband!nanami who still buys your favorite kind of cereal, fruit and snacks and doesn’t even notice it until he’s unpacking everything at home, putting them away with a heavy heart, because he doesn’t even like them.

ex husband!nanami who refuses to throw away the last pictures, still keeping your wedding portrait in the top drawer of his nightstand.

ex husband!nanami who acts civil and distant whenever someone mentions you, yet tries to change the topic as quickly as possible because talking about you is just too painful.

ex husband!nanami who always keeps his wedding rin in his pocket wherever he goes.

ex husband!nanami who can’t help but think about you every night before he falls asleep, missing the times where you would cuddle him to fall asleep — and now he feels like he can barely sleep without your warmth.

ex husband!nanami who still dreams of you at night, reliving both the happiest and saddest moments during your relationship.

ex husband!nanami who always wakes up drenched in sweat after, with his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares down on his blanket for minutes with sad eyes.

ex husband!nanami who wants you back desperately but keep his distance seeing that you moved on — silently hoping that maybe one day he can do too.

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[zephrunsimperium]

I was laying down to sleep when I was suddenly possessed with a powerful urge to rant about one of my favorite things about Gravity Falls that I have literally never heard anyone else talk about and I feel like I have a unique perspective on:

I love that Gravity Falls allows tweens to be as chaotic and vibrant as they actually are.

As an aspiring middle school teacher, I spend a lot of time around tweens. It’s a special age and while I can easily understand why a lot of people would rather avoid kids in those years, I absolutely adore them. Middle schoolers are very invested in the idea of “coolness” but the secret is that being “cool” really just means being loved and accepted.

Not-so-fun fact: most kids stop drawing in 4th grade because they start comparing themselves to others and worry about their art being “good enough.” That is an utter tragedy. Every kid deserves to feel accepted and loved enough to create.

To me, one of the sweetest experiences I can have is hearing kids talk about what they’re passionate about. Because they are passionate. Stan says that you don’t have to grow up even though you get older and I absolutely love that. Kids have so much excitement about life and I think that’s something adults often lose which is a real shame. There is no better way to live than passionately.

So when I see sweet Mabel being aggressively herself and Dipper being so delighted to talk to his Grunkle Ford about what’s he’s interested in, it absolutely warms my heart. Especially because you KNOW Ford grew up being told that nobody cared about what he had to say or what he was passionate about, so you KNOW he‘ll jump at the chance to let this kiddo know that somebody does care.

And Mabel specifically really gets me. It’s so sad to me that she gets as much hate as she does. She isn’t my favorite character, but she is definitely a kid I would love spending time with. I love how sweet she is whenever she interacts with Fiddleford and I love how much effort she puts into making other people feel loved.

So yeah, I like this show a lot and tweens are wonderful.

[taintedtort]

prompt ✧ who’s the lalalalalala vs okokokokok

characters ✧ xiao, wanderer, venti, childe, albedo

warnings ✧ gn!reader, none!

a/n ✧ stolen from tiktok + these are all kinda obvious but i liked the idea anyway (not proofread and idec abt typos or anything)

XIAO

✧ okokokokok

he’s ready to listen to you talk all day long. nothing is more soothing to him than your voice. whenever he’s away from you, he longs to finally be done with his daily duties so he can come back and listen to you ramble about your day while you play with this fingers. wont take his eyes off you while you speak, he wants you to know he’s paying attention and enjoys listening to you. he might not add much input, but he’s nodding along.

"tell me more about what you did today."

WANDERER

✧ okokokokok

he’s content with listening to you talk as long as he gets to lay down, preferably on you. if you talk with your hands a lot, he may hold them so you don’t wack him in the face if he’s resting his head in your lap. if you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair while rambling, he‘ll melt. if you do that, he‘ll probably fall asleep. you’re not boring him, promise, you’re just too comfortable.

"keep talking, i’m not asleep i swear."

VENTI

✧ lalalalala

he can get a little hyper and start ranting on and on about things, especially if he’s drunk. sometimes he’ll just tell you stories about things he’s seen in his past, usually before bed, like a bedtime story. he‘ll also sing you to sleep if you ask him to. he doesn’t let silence overtake you two, always finding something to talk about. he’s also very lively while he speaks, his face letting you know every emotion he’s feeling while his hands exaggerate his words.

"may i tell you a story?"

CHILDE

✧ lalalalala

don’t get me wrong, he loves hearing you speak, and i think if you’re also more of a lalalala person, you two would just have deep conversations all the time. if not, then don’t worry! he can find something to talk about and entertain you for a bit. he likes talking before sleeping, those before bed talks are the best. waits the whole day to tell you what happened when he went out just so he can tell you before bed. most of the time one of you ends up falling asleep mid story.

"let me tell you what happened today—"

ALBEDO

✧ okokokok

he‘s fine with silence, so he doesn’t feel a need to fill it… or so he thought. when he’s huddled up in his cave working alone for hours on end and finally hears your voice calling out his name, he swear he gets butterflies. when you sit and ramble to him, you sometimes think you’re being too talkative and annoying because of his lack of interest. he’s fully absorbed in his project, tuning you out. well… that’s what it seemed, but he was listening to every word you said and making mental notes. when you abruptly stopped talking, he turned his head to you after a few seconds.

"what’s wrong? you were telling a story, please continue."

[lale-txt]

♡ taking care of them when they have a fever ➳ w/ Kid, Mihawk & Rayleigh

a/n: i… i fought Tumblr text editor so long and hard for this and it‘s still a mess oh my god. anyway enjoy those silly little headcanons, i love putting those lads into ✨situations✨

Kid

simply the worst patient you can ever imagine <3

when falling sick, he goes through the five stages of grief several times a day

denial: „i am not sick, what the fuck are you talking about“, he asks with a runny nose and face almost as bright red as his hair, beads of sweat running down his temples, barely able to stand up straight

Killer and you just exchange a look and brace yourself for what‘s coming next

anger: ever saw a tulip explode? now you will

don‘t mind the claw marks on the ground when Killer drags Kid by one leg to bed while the captain combusts and grunts out curses you‘ve never heard before

lots of shouting and yelling and middle fingers being raised with the last bit of energy he has left before you watch Killer pull out some wrestling moves to get the tulip into bed. it‘s like watching two grizzlies fight

feel free to join but be prepared to get bitten in the ass

bargaining: so Kid is in bed, blanket pulled up to his nose, breathing heavily

it‘s when it all sinks in. the realization that maybe he should have covered up those honkers when visiting that winter island. Kid was a South Blue child after all, not used to the cold

don‘t disturb him during that phase, just enjoy the silence while he ponders on every life choice he made that led him here

depression: that‘s when he will call you and the other crew members into his cabin one by one despite you telling him he‘ll just spread his germs that way, but Kid doesn‘t care. he feels like he‘s dying from that common cold and he needs to tell everyone his last words

don‘t flinch when he clutches his metal fist around your hand and rattles something about how he doesn‘t mind when you fall in love again after he dies, but preferably with Killer because then he‘ll know from heaven (or hell) that you‘re in good hands (followed by an hour long monologue on why Killer is the greatest man ever existing)

acceptance: so Kid realized he might not die today but his throat is still sore and all the yelling probably didn‘t make it any better

bring him some tea, tuck him in and kiss his forehead, he‘ll pass out in a minute and the whole thing will repeat a few more times on his way to recovery

Kid is gonna act like none of this has happened once he is back to his old self but he‘ll still make sure to pull you into a hug and mumble a Thank You against your skin, followed by making up for all the kisses he couldn‘t give you during that time

Mihawk

have you ever tried giving your pet any kind of medicine? it was bad, wasn‘t it? then good luck with this man because he is worse

it‘s hard to imagine that someone as perfect as Mihawk could fall sick with a fever, but here you are, standing with a glass of water and painkillers in your hands next to him while he‘s passed out on the couch

„get those away from me“, he mumbles like a dying peasant who is confronted with his own mortality in the face of a common cold 

even with his strength being robbed he is still much stronger than you, using this fact to his advantage (by rolling over flat on his stomach, face down, so you can‘t hold the glass of water against his lips)

give him five minutes for some frustrated groaning until he admits his defeat and finally reaches for the things in your hands

brace yourself for a silent staring duel when he asks for a glass of red wine to wash down the painkillers

he‘s lucky that you‘re in love so madly and deeply with him and have all the patience in the world to bear with him, knowing well he would pamper you too if you ever fell sick (you remembered how he pulled out a whole first aid kit as if he was ready to perform emergency surgery when you cut your finger slightly once while cooking together)

Mihawk would hate the fact that you see him in such a weak state but deep down he is still happy to have you by his side during his darkest hours

he‘ll have a few fever dreams and will be startled, probably panting something about his crops and how he gotta look after them

just gently push him back down by his shoulders and calm him down by telling him that you watered the garden and that the tomatoes are looking plump and ripe and ready for harvesting once he‘s back to full health

he‘ll ask you to read him from his favorite romance novels before he drifts back to sleep

Mihawk will cook you the fanciest dinner to show you his gratitude for nursing him back to health, including the most expensive bottle of red wine and kitchen dances together

Rayleigh

„you‘re burning up, Ray.“

you look at him worried, hands on his cheek and forehead to feel his temperature

Rayleigh just sighs, pushes his glasses up his hair, pinches the bridge of his nose and accepts his defeat

the Dark King knows that there‘s a limit on how much you can push a sick body and that the only cure is rest

after all, he had watched Roger struggle during his illness when no one else was watching; it made him realize that every action has its toll and us humans are fragile little things

he will do his best to not make you worry, after everything he‘s been through at his age a simple cold won‘t take him out

sure, he will try to send you home so he doesn‘t pass on the fever to you, but you insist on staying by his side — after all it was „in sickness and in health“ what you vowed to

a fact that earns you a lot of forehead kisses and the inevitable fate that you‘ll be down with a fever as well a few days later (where Rayleigh will take care of you as well, of course)

he is an easy patient on his best behaviour, drinking up the tea you brewed for him and staying in bed with the newspaper and some card games (since he can‘t go gambling)

Rayleigh will hum and lean deep into your touch when you run him a bath and wash his hair, your fingers massaging every bit of tension out of him

knowing you can‘t resist his charm he‘ll ask you to join him in the bath tub. just do it. the old man is needy and a little cold won‘t stop him from using his hands to return a little favor…

Rayleigh is a restless man, never one for settling down completely or staying in one place for too long, but those days in bed together are surprisingly nice and help him to recover quickly, thanks to your committed care

countless kisses on your skin show you his gratitude and blur the line between heat and fever…

[rispen]

I read a headcanon somewhere that every time Nico goes to the sing along at camp he‘ll end up falling asleep.

I mean I couldn’t not draw it?!?!?

[chelseachilly]

til you come back home

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you really miss your boyfriend while he’s in the US for preseason, so you decide to give him a special surprise when he returns ;) warnings: smut, 18+ word count: 3.1k

author’s note: thanks for the request @a-little-bit-rascal​ ! also inspired by everyone (myself included) thirsting over all the ben content in preseason lmao. i hope this is something like what you had in mind ☺️ i’m not super experienced writing smut so bear with me but i hope people enjoy this, i have a couple more one-shots i’ll be working on in addition to the next chapter of this love. oh and the title is from i don’t wanna live forever by taylor & zayn

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Not to be too dramatic, but you’re pretty sure the two weeks Ben is away in the US for the preseason tour are the longest of your life.

You’ve been with Ben for a little over a year now, and you’ve always found him incredibly attractive. From the moment you saw him at a mutual friend’s party, you were drawn to him. It only took you one drink to decide that you wanted to sleep with him, and two more to actually go for it.

You’re very grateful you didn’t ask him what he does for a living until after he shagged you in your friend’s guest room, as you may have chickened out if you knew he was a hotshot footballer. And also because Ben found it incredibly endearing when you complimented his toned body afterward and asked if he played any sports in his free time.

A few days later, when he finally used the number you gave him and called you up, you were somewhat expecting it to be a booty call. The sex had been great, for both of you, so you weren’t totally surprised by that. You were surprised when he asked you to go to dinner first.

The rest was history, as you found it to be just as easy to fall in love with Ben Chilwell as it was to fall into bed with him.

Your sex life has never wavered since that first date, except for when he’s been away for games or injured and under doctor’s orders not to engage in any physical activities - though he certainly still tried.

Even after all this time, Ben still has a power over you that no guy ever has, the ability to make you crumble with one look from his piercing eyes or the touch of his hand on your thigh.

Which is why it’s incredibly frustrating when he’s looking so fit and he’s thousands of miles away in stupid America.

He’s been looking particularly good recently, and you’re not sure if it’s his tan from the summer holiday, the way his hair has grown out a bit, the extra time he’s been putting in at the gym, or maybe even the confidence he’s getting back after a tough season. Regardless of what it is, it’s really making it challenging to be apart from him.

Every time the Chelsea Instagram posts a picture of him training or he FaceTimes you from his hotel room, you find it increasingly hard not to drop everything at work and just fly to the States immediately.

Watching him play in the match against Wrexham, when he scores a goal in the 94th minute wearing the captain’s arm brand and proceeds to tear off his shirt on live television, nearly makes you scream out of sheer frustration.

How dare your boyfriend be so hot when you can’t immediately have him?

By the time the tour is over and they’re set to return to London, you’re bursting at the seams with pent-up desire. They’re supposed to land in London around eight that evening, and the thought of waiting for him to get through customs, take the team bus to Cobham, then get an Uber to your flat feels torturous.

As soon as Ben texts you that they’re about to take off and that he‘ll be at yours by ten, you decide you can’t wait that long.

You know they’re flying into Stansted, so you whip out your laptop and your credit card and book a room at the nicest airport hotel you can find.

You’re not only eager to finally touch Ben and have your way with him after two long weeks apart, but also to show him how proud you are of him. Despite all the adversity he’s faced over the past couple of years, he’s going into the new season with a positive attitude. He’s not only playing well, he’s taking on more of a leadership role within the club and showing everyone just how crucial he is to their success.

So you’re determined to make your reunion romantic and special for him as well, taking the opportunity to treat your boyfriend before another intense season.

You head over to the hotel in advance to set up the room for him, pulling out all the stops - champagne, rose petals on the bed, candles. You have a romantic playlist ready filled with songs you both love. Ben has frequently shown his love for you with romantic gestures, whether it be whisking you to Paris for a weekend or surprising you with fancy dinners, so you’re excited to be returning the favour for a change.

As their arrival time approaches, you head over to the airport and wait for him.

It seems to take ages, but eventually you see some of the boys begin to trickle in and your heart thumps with anticipation.

A few of the guys who you know well stop to smile and say hello to you on their way to the bus, all clearly a bit surprised to see you there.

“Hey, Y/N!” Reece says with a grin as he passes you. “Does Ben know you’re here?”

“No, it’s a surprise,” you say a bit sheepishly.

“He’s gonna lose his mind,” Reece chuckles. “Bro hasn’t shut up about you the entire time we were in the States-“

“Y/N?”

You look over Reece’s shoulder to see Ben standing there, luggage in hand, looking absolutely awestruck.

He’s wearing his club t-shirt and joggers, and his hair is a bit messy from napping on the plane. He looks adorable, especially his bright smile that only seems to be growing with every second that he looks at you.

You begin to run toward him on instinct and he barely has time to drop his bag before you’re throwing your arms around him and he’s catching you.

Ben’s arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you off the ground for a moment, spinning you around slightly with unbridled joy. It feels so good to be in his arms again, his warmth enveloping you.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Ben murmurs in your hair, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “How - I mean, why are you here? You didn’t have to pick me up from the airport.”

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you,” you say with a smile, pulling back to look at him and cup his face with both hands. “I missed you like crazy.”

Ben stares back at you for a moment, his eyes overflowing with affection, before leaning in to press a long overdue kiss to your lips. You sigh into the kiss and slide your fingers into his hair, tugging at it slightly.

“Best surprise ever,” Ben murmurs against your lips before deepening the kiss.

You continue to kiss him until you’re both out of air and you realize you can’t go any further in a busy airport surrounded by his teammates.

“Let’s go home,” Ben whispers, pecking your lips once more. “Did you drive?”

“Mhm, but I actually have another surprise for you,” you smirk, patting his cheek. “I got us a room at the Raddison across the street.” You lower your voice slightly. “So I can show you how much I missed you.”

Ben’s eyes light up as he realizes he’s going to get to have you a lot sooner than he thought, and he leans in to kiss you again.

“You’re amazing.”

Ben says goodbye to the boys, receiving a lot of knowing smirks and pats on the back before he hastily grabs his suitcase and your hand and begins to drag you away.

You both quickly make your way over to the hotel, holding hands tightly, filled with anticipation.

When you get to your room, you barely make it through the door before Ben is pushing up up against it and kissing you firmly, his bags discarded on the floor and his arms around your waist.

“I missed you so much,” he sighs against your mouth as you eagerly respond, your hands once again finding his fluffy hair and messing it up even more. “I missed this.”

“Imagine how I felt,” you say between kisses. “Having to watch you be all sexy on TV and you posting all those thirst traps on Insta-“

“Babe, they’re not thirst traps,” Ben defends, slipping his hand under your jumper so he can feel your bare skin.

“Well, it‘s still not fair for you to be looking so fit when I’m not able to have sex with you,” you whine, tugging at his shirt so he’ll get the message and take it off.

Once Ben has removed his shirt, you allow both your eyes and your hands to explore his toned shoulders and arms, gently squeezing his biceps.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Ben says with a small smile as he watches you check him out. “What’s my punishment?”

“I’m not going to punish you,” you say with a sly smile, pecking his lips once more before backing away from him, making him pout a bit at the loss of contact. “You’re getting rewarded tonight, Benjamin.”

“For the wins?” Ben asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“That, and for finally getting your arse home to me,” you smile, reaching out a hand for him to follow you further into the room.

Ben eagerly follows, his eyes lighting up once again when he sees the effort you’ve gone to for your little reunion celebration.

“I get all this just for coming home?” he asks, his voice thick with emotion and his eyes shining with awe.

You shake your head as you light a few of the candles and hit play on your Spotify, creating an even more romantic atmosphere.

“No, you get all this because I love you,” you say softly, shimmying out of the light sundress you were wearing to reveal his favourite black lingerie set. “This is what you get for coming home.“

Ben’s eyes darken and he wastes no time crossing the room to meet you, grabbing your waist and kissing you with such fervour that you immediately moan into his mouth.

His hands trail down to your butt and squeeze slightly before gripping your thighs and hoisting you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and the friction making both of you sigh with pleasure.

He carries you over to the bed, the rose petals scattering as he lays you down and begins hastily removing his joggers. When he’s in only his boxers, he climbs over you and kisses you again.

The sight of him hovering over you, his strong arms holding him up and his fluffy hair in his forehead as he meets your gaze is enough to make you melt into the duvet, your centre already burning with desire.

“What do you want, baby?” you breathe as he begins to trail kisses over your neck and collarbone. “It’s up to you tonight.”

“I wanna fuck you,” Ben says in a gravelly whisper, making you throb even more for him. “Been too long.”

“Then do it,” you reply, bucking your hips upward, desperate for friction.

Ben doesn’t have to be told twice - he immediately brings one of his hands down to touch you over your underwear. He strokes the fabric for a second before slipping his fingers underneath and feeling your folds.

“So wet for me already, love,” Ben murmurs as he begins to rub your clit with his thumb, making you moan.

It doesn’t last nearly long enough before he’s pulling away, and though you want him inside you more than anything right now, you can’t help but whine a bit.

“Patience, baby girl,” Ben says, stripping off your knickers and tossing them to the floor.

He abruptly sits up, pulling you with him so you’re sitting in his lap, and kissing you passionately. You can now feel his hardened cock through his briefs against your bare pussy and it’s becoming torturous to go another second without him inside you.

“Ben,” you breathe between kisses. “Need you.”

“I thought I was in charge?” Ben comments, reaching for your bra clasp and removing it in one swift movement.

“You are, but-“

You’re shut up quickly when Ben takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it teasingly, making your eyes shut tightly with pleasure.

You run your hands through his hair as he pays attention to your breasts that he so clearly missed, eventually trailing his kisses back up your chest and to your lips.

You kiss him hungrily, tugging at his hair a bit and exploring his mouth with your tongue.

Much less gently than before, Ben flips you over and presses you down against the bed, continuing to kiss you as he finally rids himself of his boxers.

Glancing down at you, now laid out on the comfortable mattress completely naked with your hair fanned out against the pillows, Ben takes a moment to catch his breath.  

“You’re fucking unreal,” he exhales, dropping another kiss to your lips. “So beautiful.”

You blush a bit - of course Ben could find a way to fluster you with his words even as you’re moments away from him being inside you.

You kiss him once more before reaching down to take his length in your hand, and it’s already hardened enough that it only takes a few pumps of your hand before he’s fully erect for you.

He positions himself at your entrance and, despite both of your eagerness, waits for your small nod of confirmation as always before he sinks down into you.

You gasp and Ben lets out a low groan as he enters you fully, and he has to pause and hide his face in your neck for a moment to regain control before he begins thrusting into you.

You’re aware that two weeks isn’t that long, but it certainly feels like it’s been ages since you’ve done this. The two of you have a very healthy sex life, engaging in some kind of sexual activity nearly every day unless you’re both exhausted or Ben’s away for a game or something.

The pleasure begins to grow as Ben starts to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts, both of your sighs and groans mingling together.

“You feel so good, baby,” Ben says as he reaches up to tangle your fingers together, squeezing tightly. “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” you sigh. “Had to get myself off after I watched you score that goal. Missed our tradition.”

It’s become a tradition since you’ve been together that you and Ben have celebratory sex after he scores a goal - as quickly as possible. Sometimes you have to wait until you get home, other times it’s happened in empty rooms at Stamford Bridge or even his car once.

“Fuck, so did I,” Ben groans, thrusting a bit harder this time and making you cry out. “Wasn’t as good, though. Nothing’s ever as good without you there.”

As Ben starts to go faster, you wrap your legs around his waist to shift the angle and get him as deep as possible, making both of you see stars as you’re approaching your climax.

“I wanna cum with you, baby,” Ben breathes, “are you close?”

“Mhm,” you manage to choke out as Ben’s cock hits a sensitive spot inside you.

Ben reaches down and lightly massages your clit with his thumb before thrusting into you once more.

The combination of him stimulating you and burying himself deep inside you makes you lose control, and you cry out his name as feel yourself coming all around him.

Ben is just moments behind you as he pushes into you one more time then crumbles with a low groan, collapsing on top of you.

You stroke his hair as you both come down from your climax, Ben pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.

“I love you so much,” Ben murmurs against your skin, sending a new wave of goosebumps across your body.

“I love you too, Ben,” you whisper, kissing his forehead.

Eventually your bodies stop twitching with reverberated waves of pleasure and Ben gently pulls out of you, leaving you with a peck to the cheek as he quickly runs to the bathroom to get a washcloth and clean you both up.

After you’ve sorted yourselves, Ben climbs back under the covers and opens his arms wide for you to climb into. You happily curl up against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you, and you think you may have missed this almost as much as the sex.

“I hope you know you’ve set my expectations for coming home unreasonably high,” Ben jokes as he strokes your bare back with one hand. “I’m gonna need you to pick me up at the airport every time now.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” you respond sincerely, kissing his chest a few times. “Have I mentioned I missed you?”

“Once or twice,” he laughs, tilting your chin up for another long, tender kiss that makes your toes curl and your heart soar. “I missed you too. I’m so glad we have tomorrow off. We have a lot to catch up on.”

“That’s true, we still haven’t finished the new episodes of The Bear-“

“I meant sex, sweetheart, but that too,” Ben chuckles, “and loads of cuddles. It was so hard sleeping without you while I was gone.”

“I know,” you sigh, burrowing impossibly closer to him and his warmth. “My bed was too cold without you.”

You rest in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of Ben’s embrace, before resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“You ready for round two already, darling?” Ben asks with a relaxed smile, brushing his nose against yours.

Without a reply, you slip out of his arms and walk over to pour each of you a glass of champagne, still fully unclothed. Ben’s eyes remain fixed to your body the entire time.

When you walk right past the bed, Ben whines a bit and you can already picture his puppy dog eyes before you turn back around to face him.

“Where are you going?” Ben complains.

“I need a shower,” you say nonchalantly, taking a sip from your glass. “You ready for part two of your reward?”

Ben’s eyes nearly roll back in his head as he rushes to get out of bed comically fast, following you into the bathroom as you giggle at his excitement.

You realize later, after you’ve sucked his dick in the shower and he’s returned the favour back in bed, that you may have sent him the wrong message by rewarding him for driving you mad while he was gone, but oh well.

You’ve got a girls trip to Capri coming up in a few weeks, and you can think of a few ways to get your revenge.

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[fieldofdaisiies]

azriel x eris | 1,6k words | warnings: explicit description | masterlist

“Stay like this.” 

Eris crosses his arms behind his head, lying sprawled out in the large cream-coloured bed, marvelling at the view that is presented to him — his mate‘s incredible rear, his phenomenal back, and the infamous wings he loves to play with to bring out the most pleasure for his mate.

The sunlight perfectly falls onto said wings, making them appear almost a little redish. Eris’ eyes follow all the veins that are brought out due to the sunlight falling upon them and has to smile. Oh such sensitive wings, he thinks.

Azriel leans against the window and chuckles. “Naked in front of the window where everyone can see me?”

Eris’ eyes widen and his territoriality kicks in at full force. “Alright, no. Get back here!”

With his laughter hollowing through the room, Azriel returns to the bed, but before he can climb under the sheets, Eris stops him. “You know,” the High Lord says and sits up in bed, the sheets falling to his hips. He turns so he can place both his feet on the ground, sitting in a sprawl. “I have never sucked a shadowsinger’s cock.”

His hands skim over the skin of Azriel’s hips, tentatively slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The spymaster’s lips form a smirk, his body relaxing in response to his mate’s touch. “What a coincidence,” he hums, “I have never had a High Lord suck my cock either.” The smirk turns into a grin.

“Good,” Eris purrs. “Let me be your first.”

His hand wraps around the base of Azriel’s already hard length, lips fastening around the crown of it and then he worships his mate, eliciting noises and words from the shadowsinger he has never heard before. 

Azriel falls apart, shatters, and his soul most definitely leaves his body. He feels weightless and slumps against his mate, his mind already having entered a state of tranquillity.

Hours later, after many more rounds of love making, they both find themselves in a kind of stasis, their limbs slightly numb, their souls aching with happiness, and their bodies tightly pressed together. They are just lying together in silence, their minds at ease and calm. 

Birds tweet outside, and hounds bark in response to them. It makes Eris open his eyes and he pushes up on his elbow, looking at his mate.

“Say it.” Eris bumps his nose against Azriel’s, fingers curling around the base of Azriel’s throat. “Say that you love me.”

“I love you.”

“Good boy,” Eris laughs and feels a soft smack on his backside.

“You say it,” Azriel rasps, his hand resting on his mate’s ass. “Say that you love me. Say that you want this bond with me. Say that you want to spend eternity with me.” 

“I want to accept the bond with you, Azriel.” The High Lord turns his face away, takes a deep breath, and then looks at his mate again. “Because I love you, and because I want to spend every single day of my immortal life with you.” He blinks against the small tears forming in his eyes. “Will you have me as your mate?”

A grin that comes very natural splits Azriel‘s lips. “Yes, I do!”

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“You worry about Cassian, don’t you?” Eris places his hand atop Azriel’s shoulder, leaning in so he can kiss the top of his mate’s head.

“He said he needs time to fully process it all, but do you think he will ever come to accept it?” Azriel‘s shoulders droop, his whole body caving in a little.

Azriel told Cassian everything — beginning from the High Lord’s meeting to them accepting the bond. And while Cassian is always understanding, good in his heart and open-minded, he didn’t say much once Azriel was finished, only that he needed a bit of time to process.

Azriel knows that this is easy. First of all he is mated to someone from a different court, and even though Night will always be his home, Autumn is his second home and he will spend a fair amount of time there as well. Secondly, his mate is not someone Cassian is very fond of, but maybe with a little more time passing, he‘ll come around to liking the Vanserra male, or at least accepting him.

“He is your best friend, Azriel, if he truly loves you, he will.” Eris is smiling when Azriel turns to him. “I know telling him wasn’t easy, but it was a good and important step into the right direction. And I know —despite me not necessarily liking him— that the brute has a good heart, and he loves you.”

Azriel glimpses up at him, his lips pressed in a thin line. “Brute?”

Eris’ eyes close and something akin to shame passes over his face. “I apologise, sometimes I still fall back into old patterns.” He gives his head a little shake. “But come now, he is waiting for you.”

Eris allows them to talk for a long time — hours most definitely before he can’t stand it anymore, the bond urging him to go to his mate who is currently alone with another male!

He joins them in the large dining room while —as it seems— Cassian is getting ready to depart.

The two Illyrians don’t notice the High Lord’s arrival, the door closing silently behind him in order to not startle them.

“You are my brother, Azriel…” Cassian wraps his strong arms around the shadowsinger.

Eris feels a pang of jealousy in his chest, his territoriality kicking in. He takes a step forward, but then stops himself, folding and unfolding his hands, while stepping from one foot to the other. He hates this feeling.

“And despite this feeling quite surreal,” —Cassian casts a quick glance at Eris— “I could never be mad at you. You are my best friend, my brother and I will accept you with all you are and all you have.”

Azriel hugs him tightly in return, saying something to Cassian that Eris can’t hear but makes Cassian chuckle.

That is when the bond starts to scream within him and Eris clears his throat. 

“I see, we are quite territorial, High Lord.” The corners of the general’s lips lift into a mischievous grin and he steps away from Azriel, walking into Eris’ direction.

He reaches out his hand, ready for Eris to take it. Clasping his hand so tightly, he nearly crushes Eris‘ fingers, he shakes it. “For a better future, High Lord, and unity between our courts.” He gives his hand one more shake and then pulls Eris closer, the sheer force of the most powerful Illyrian visible in every line of his being. 

“If you dare hurt him, I will break every single bone in your body and I don’t care if you are a High Lord or not, I will make it agonisingly painful for you.”

Eris bows his head in understanding. “For a better future, Lord Cassian.” He smiles and it only widens when he feels the presence of his mate next to him.

“I take it your High Lord has received my invitation already?”

This time it is Cassian who nods, pulling his hand back and folding them behind his back. “We shall meet here in a week‘s time. High Lord Thesan from Dawn will be present as well.”

The turmoil within Prythian never came, almost as if everyone seemed to be relieved about Beron’s passing. Yet, meetings with all the High Lord’s from Prythian were needed, the one with Tamlin already took place, now it was time for Dawn and Night to meet with him. And later all the other courts.

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“There you go,” Eris says as he passes one of the two cups in his hands to his mate, and then claims the spot on the couch next to him, pulling the blanket over his lap.

Together they stare into the big flame crackling in the fireplace, their hands finding their way to one another without looking.

Together, they promised each other. Together they would overcome their fears and worries and they are on a good way now.

“And now?” Azriel leans into Eris, cradling the cup of tea tightly in his hand. 

"Now?" Eris asks with a soft smile. "Now I need to meet my mate's mother and bring her to safety in the...Library, right?"

Azriel's eyes widen in surprise about Eris' thoughtfulness. He has had no idea that Eris would remember this detail he dropped once during a conversation.

"You-?"

"Maybe she would like to talk to my mother and this would help her. All I know is that I want her to be safe." 

Azriel squeezes his mate's hand, his eyes becoming watery with tears. He can't quite believe his luck, and the back of his mouth starts to ache until a silent sob breaks free. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you," Eris answers him. He drags in a deep inhale, and glances at the fire for a moment.

“And when she is safe, we will have to face Koschei. Together.” Eris turns his head, kissing the side of Azriel’s head. “And then we have eternity waiting for us, a future, a mating bond that yet needs to be fully explored and love, Azriel.”

“That sounds good,” Azriel hums and smiles.

“It sounds perfect, my mate.” Eris hums lowly. “Eternity is only about to begin.”

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[banzaitaka]

Autumn Troupe‘s Kisses

Banri Settsu, Juza Hyodo, Taichi Nanao, Omi Fushimi, Sakyo Furuichi x gn! reader

Continuing this series because they all deserve love

Spring Troupe‘s Kisses

Summer Troupe‘s Kisses

Banri Settsu…

…kisses mainly to tease and to claim. You‘re reactions to his sudden kisses are just too good to miss out on. Wether it‘s a simple gasp, a squeak, or one of your cute flushed faces; he loves them all. Don‘t pretend to be upset, he‘ll use it against you one way or another. That smug bastard. In addition, he‘s somewhat of a wholesome possessive. He doesn‘t actually get jealous and tries to keep you all to himself in a toxic way. He does, again, as a teasing way. Give him a little smack and watch his playful side crumble with his laugh, leaving a genuine smile on his lips, as he gazes at you as if you were the only light he‘s ever seen.

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Juza Hyodo…

…kisses with much hesitancy. If it was anyone else in his position, he‘d probably say something like „How much can ya do wrong in a kiss anyways?“, but it is him in his position…Suddenly he wonders if he could hurt you if he puts too much pressure on your lips. As if that would ever be physically possible with how he melts into a puddle during a kiss. He turns completely into mush, mumbling out a little „thanks“ for no other reason than not knowing what else to say.

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Taichi Nanao…

…kisses with accidental force. Excitement and endless nervousness come together to overload the poor boy. He‘s trying his best to stay leveled, but more often than not you two end up bumping into each other. It‘s not painful or uncomfortable, just enough to notice.

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Omi Fushimi…

…kisses you casually, and with a warmth and softness that makes you fall for him once again. This gentle giant is just filled with unconditional love and admiration for you, and it shows in absolutely everything he does for you, kisses are no exception. As much as he‘d love to capture every kiss you share in a photograph, he much rather captures them in his mind and heart instead.

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Sakyo Furuichi…

…kisses you in moments of passion and emotion. As a yakuza, he has to follow certain protocol to keep up appearances, safe to say it has molded into his personality over those many years. Thus, physical touch was not something he was that well acquainted with. Every time your lips meet his, it‘s like everything inside of him explodes in a gigantic firework. It leaves him speechless for just a moment, before he manages to regain his posture. With every kiss, he hopes he can make you feel just as incredibly loved as you him.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

You look good on camera

Leon Kennedy x fem! reader

summary: Leon wants to have something for himself. A cute picture of you. He wants to take a very beautiful picture of you.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Fluff

gif not mine! This is my first time writing a smut scene so please don’t bully me 😭

You were sitting on your bed while Leon was lying on top of you. He had to leave tomorrow and he didn’t know for how long. But he knows that he’s gonna miss you. He‘s gonna miss the way you hold him, kiss him, comfort him, love him and make love to him. He always takes something from you as a reminder to come back home. Last time it was your favorite hair band. It was very tight around his huge muscular arms. You remember exactly what you did with that arm.

You couldn’t fall asleep but you still had your eyes closed. But suddenly you could feel him shifting and moments later Leons mouth was on your neck.

You loved the way his mouth felt against your skin. He kept kissing you until he found your sensitive spot. He decides to suck on it and you leave a quite groan.

“I‘m gonna miss you” he says in between the kisses. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it immediately after you felt a little moan building up in your throat.

Now he turns you on your back and you guys are face to face now. He kisses you and he allows his hands rest on your waist. One of his hands is making its way down and you deepen the kiss.

His hands pull down your shorts, your shirt and you pull up his shirt. He starts kissing your throat and move down and stop right in front of where you need him now. He towers over you and you feel two of his fingers slide in your mouth. Your legs tighten around his waist.

“Let me take a picture of you baby.” he whispers and you allow him to. It’s quick and you roll your eyes because of need.

He lets out a chuckle and pulls his fingers out of your mouth. “You look good on camera. You deserve all of me now.” he says and moves your panties to the side. He slowly slides into you and you can’t hold in your moan. Your hands on his back now, holding onto him.

“You’re so tight, fuck.” he whimpers and begins to move slowly. He is still being gentle with you.

He takes another picture but this time your head tilted back and him kissing your neck while he is still inside of you. You let a tear escape your eye but not because of pain but because of pleasure.

He thrusts into you know and his gentlemen side leaves his soul quickly. Now he is being rough and you enjoy every single one of it.

“Fuck…leon” you moan his name and he continues kissing your neck while thrusting in and out. “It’s okay baby. Keep saying my name”

He continues and you feel like a tight knob. “I‘m so close” your moans uncontrollably. “Me too baby. Let it out”

As soon as he gave you permission to cum you take the chance and do. “ Can I please-” his whimpers cut his sentence off and you know what you mean. “yes” you whisper and you feel him filling you up.

“you did amazing.” he whispers before pulling out of you, leaving you feel empty now. He takes his finger and let them sit in front of your clit. He pushes the arousal back inside of you causing you to hold onto him tighter.

“Let me take care of you now baby” he whispers in your ear before attacking you with face kisses.

He takes a hot bath with you and spend the night in each others arms. He kept kissing you and playing with your hair. You listened to his heart beat and hold him. None of you said anything. You just enjoyed each other’s presence before he has to leave again. And only god knows when he‘ll come back to you.

But for now… it’s you and him. Before you drift off to sleep you feel him take a picture of you clinging onto him.

You don’t mind. Because you know it’s for his eyes only.

He just loves you too much.

[pagegirlintraining]

Hey Michelle 💜,

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

♬ THEME SONG: pick a fic and I’ll share a song that reminds me of it (and why!)

(for the time of my life)

(queen of dancing fics!!)

Hi Sophia 🥰 thanks so much for asking about Time of my Life. I love that story so much 🥹

I’ll do these in a different order because I think it works out better that way :)

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

I kinda love that August gets both punched and arrested in this one. Yup, I'm simple as that :D (But also just the thought of them continuing with Simon's dance lessons after the Sheldrake performance just for the fun of it has me all 🫠🫠🫠 when I think about it). Oh, and I kinda manifested Omar in that red shirt from Allsång so that’s pretty cool 😎

♬ THEME SONG: pick a fic and I’ll share a song that reminds me of it (and why!)

The Place To Be is an obvious one. But as for a song that isn't directly included in the story, The Golden Times by Jacob Brass is literally Simon looking back at the end of their summer all nostalgic, so proud of what they've done together and excited for the future they now get to build. So yeah, I love that song a lot.

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

I wanted to write the scene of them deciding to keep dancing together but ultimately had to admit to myself that I just have too many other projects going on. But I very much picture them cuddled up in Wille‘s room when Simon attempts to inconspicuously bring up that dancing together was actually kinda fun. He‘ll joke about how he even kinda misses the soreness from training every day. And Wille, both because he decides to be gracious and not make Simon spell it out completely and because he’s freaking ecstatic that Simon loved dancing together as much as he did, suggests that they could always continue their lessons just for fun, without any high risk lifts if that’s okay with him. Obviously Simon agrees, and maybe he falls just a little more deeply in love seeing the excitement on Wille‘s face…

[x-0ophelia0-x]

what we fight for.

pairing: Force sensitive!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none, it’s fluff

word count: 937

summary: Lothal was beautiful. You were fighting each day to see the sunset and the sunrise was your reward.

authors note: this is my shortest fic but I just live for sunset ff‘s soo I hope you like these scenarios too 😭

and with that the 5th ff of the december special is online!

enjoyyy <33

There was a longing in every single one of us.

A voice deep down, encouraging us to fight for what we think is right.

Fighting for what our lungs breath for

Fighting for what our hearts beat for to keep us alive.

To keep us alive for a single reason.

Not many were able to fight against the empire, let alone survive long enough.

But here you were, two lost souls, victims of the empires cruelty, victims of their ideal way to conquer the galaxy, to control everything.

The Republic failed and the Empire rose.

They were the rulers now, using fear and cruelty to keep everyone under control.

Using their killing machines to while of every trace of the Jedi.

They wanted them to go extinct, erase every single one of them or turn them into their marionettes. 

Yes, the galaxy was a dangerous place, especially in times like these.

And what hurt the most was that not everybody was able to fight against these monsters.

You however were found by Kanan when inquisitors chased you down.

You didn’t know yourself that you were force sensitive, hence why you where so surprised when they appeared at your front door.

You declined their offer and made yourself a target for the empire.

Kanan happened to pass by on that day, seeing how they chased you, instantly realizing what was going on.

He decided to take you under his wing, knowing that you’d be safer with him and Hera then alone and defenseless.

And the same happened with Ezra.

Well he wasn’t defenseless considering how he managed to get in here, but he was alone and Kanan couldn’t let go of him after he found out that he was force sensitive too.

With Lothal being his home planet, it held a very special place in his heart and it saddened him to see how much his home was suffering.

So yes.

No matter how peaceful the scenery may seem.

He‘ll always see the brutality of this instead.

And no matter how hard he tried to reject the possibility of a peaceful moment, you were always there to remind him of what he stood for and what he‘s fighting for.

Lothal.

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Lothals sun was sinking, declaring the upcoming nighttime.

Ezra and you where sitting on top of some mountain with a perfect view to the landscape.

There was also a loth cat sitting right next to you, it attacked you at first but Ezra used his Jedi tricks to calm him down.

„How’s the lil guy doing?“

„Seems to be fine“

A slight breeze caught your attention as you moved your gaze to the moving grass fields.

„Moments like this.. they’re priceless“

„But rare“

You looked at him as he slowly turned to look at you.

„No matter how peaceful this may seem, Lothal‘s not free, it’s just a matter of time until the empire decides to also destroy this ackre of land“

„Let’s enjoy the view then, even if it’s just for now“

Ezra took a deep breath and the Loth Cat seemed to notice this as it ran to his side.

It made itself comfortable between you two and decided to take a nap.

„It trusts you“

„Mere minutes ago it tried to kill me“

„Yeah.. tried“

„Well, it’s trusting enough to fall asleep between us two, I don’t think that it’ll try anything funny later on“

He moved his gaze from the cat to the sunset.

„You were right“

„Hm?“

Ezra didn’t talk nor did he show you a direction, he just closed his eyes and let the wind play the rest of the game.

The breeze made you realize what he meant.

„You see it too then?“

„I always did“

„How’s that so?“

Didn’t he always tell you to not give in into this delusional moments?

„Lothal was always beautiful, the empire was the one to destroy it.. however“

He opened his eyes and looked directly at the sinking sun.

„I forgot how nice it was to just sit here and watch the grass fields dance as the sun dips down“

„With all the golden hues“

„And the wildlife continuing it‘s life, as carefree as it could be“

„This.. this right here is worthy every battle we went in“

„And every battle we’ll take“

Your hands found one another, holding them as you continued to enjoy the moment.

„This is the place where I feel alive“

„Let’s continue to defend it then“

„Of corse“

„And..“

„And?“

You pointed at the sky which was full of warm colours as the sun went deeper into the horizon.

„See this?“

You then pointed at the sun.

„And this?“

Ezra nodded waiting for you to continue.

„That’s the light.. the fire we‘re fighting for.

We live on to see another day, to experience another sunset and the upcoming sunrise is our award“

„Since when did you become a poet?“

„Ha ha“

You shared a laugh but tried to not disturb the cat.

„Our next mission is tomorrow“

„Let’s give it our best then“

„Okay Master“

„Hey, at least I‘m trying to bring in some athmosphere in here“

„I know and I appreciate it“

„Glad to know jabba“

„Alright then, let’s raise a nonexistent glas to see another sunrise“

„Yes“

You acted as if you were actually raising your glasses and noticed how the time passed, the sun now completely gone and the night ready to settle in.

„This is what we fight for.“

[shmothman]

P and V for NSFW alphabet for Vash, pleaseee 🙈

SFW/NSFW Alphabet Prompts

(Vash/Reader)

NSFW below the cut, 18+ only.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Especially at first, Vash tends toward slow and sensual. He truly believes that this is all going to be ripped away from him, so while he has it, he has to make it last: he has to take every little detail, drink it in, lock it away in his memory—because every single time could be the last. Every time he holds you, kisses you, makes love to you, could be the last happy memory he gets. Plus, he’s more than a little bit scared that he’s going to hurt you. He’s strong, and you’re human—even the strongest of humans can seem so fragile to him, so mortal. Aside from that, though, he‘ll go slow because he wants to look into your eyes; wants to see the love there, wants to see that you understand the love on his face, too. He wants to drag out every little reaction for all its worth, catalogue every little hitch of your breath, every little sound you make because of him. And, again, especially at first… well. He doesn’t want it to end too quickly—and if he moves any faster, it will.

That being said, after a while—and on good days, when he can let himself live in the moment a little more and have hope for a bright future with you by his side—his desperation and eagerness can absolutely manifest as quicker, rougher sex. Never quite too rough—he’s completely averse to ever hurting you, and even seeing you with bruises will ignite his guilt—but when he’s chasing his high (and, god, if you’re begging him for something faster and harder) he can and will pound you into the mattress with enthusiasm. He’ll still try to keep his eyes open, still try to watch every expression on your face (yes, he makes you look like that, pleasure written so plainly across your features!) but sometimes he doesn’t have the willpower for it; sometimes he’ll let himself give in—especially if you like it this much when he does.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Vash is very loud. He can’t help it, you feel so good! Even if he’s alone, he has to muffle himself with a pillow, whimpering and whining and gasping your name—because what else would he be imagining but you? And once he has you for real? Once it’s not just his fantasies but your body, your voice, your smile? He’ll try to muffle himself, but he won’t be able to manage it. (Besides, you’re asking him so sweetly not to hide those “pretty little noises,” and how could he possibly refuse you?)

Vash is a talker, once he gets going, and it’s all praise—praise and I love you and your name, over and over again, falling like a litany from his lips. He can’t stop telling you how good you feel, how amazing you are, how good he feels—and if you tell him the same, that he’s making you feel so good, he’ll fall apart that much quicker, drunk off the pleasure he’s trying so hard to give. Though, he reaches a point where he can’t quite make words anymore, and then it’s all just noises: wordless whimpers and moans and whines, pitched high and reedy and desperate; then low groans and grunts and back again, a constant stream of sounds wrenched from deep within him. And sometimes, if you get him high enough, drive him crazy enough, you might get something strange from him—an inhuman sort of trill, like his vocal cords slipped in a way human vocal cords can’t. It’s surprising, but it sends warmth shivering over your skin and coiling tightly inside you; it’s your new mission to get that sound out of him again and again.

[xylerray]

Wandarer and Reader seeing each other for the first time again

Game: Genshin Impact

Character shown: Traveller, Paimon, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Reader

Authors note: OKAY OKAY HOLD UP SO I JUST READ A FAN FIC AND THE AUTHOR SAID I COULD USE IT FOR SMTH OWN AND I WAS LIKE „FUCK HELL YEAH“ SO IMMA DO THAT NOW. I WILL ALSO REPOST IT SO YOU KNOW WHATS GOING ON LMAO. And if I give you a gender or smth I am very sorry and also very sorry for grammar mistakes.

Inspiration from: @fruityvegetable THANKS A FUCKING LOT FOR THAT I JUST AHHHH CANT RN PLSSSS (can I get ur dc pls?)

„It‘s okay.“ the Traveller said. Then they explained to you in great detail who he was. Your eyes widen with every story they told. But then they said one thing „He is the son of the Raiden Shogun. A failed puppet.“ with just that it hit you. You jumped up from the seat on the bench. „MY LOVE THAT IS MY LOVE“ you screamed, already rushing after him. „Their what now?“ Paimon asked confused and in the next moment all three of you were looking for him. But you sadly couldn’t find him. After a whole day looking for him and not finding him you broke down. „How could I be THAT stupid. I didn’t even remember him. The one that tried to protect my little brother. The one that showed me the world.“ tears running down your face as your voice broke into many pieces. „This is all my fault. I am so sorry Traveller.“ The traveller answered:“it’s okay. He erased himself from the world. It is a wonder you remembered him. And when he finds out he‘ll cherish it I’m sure of that.“

In this night you hardly could fall asleep. Wanderer always crossed your mind and you judged yourself for not remembering him even more. „But I still love him… I will always do so…“ you whispered.

The next morning went sloppy for you. With almost no sleep you tried to get into your clothes somehow but didn’t quite manage to do that. You stepped out of your small apartment. The sun shining directly into you face, the sunshine’s feeling like the sun is screaming for the day to be good but for you nothing was good. You lost your one and only love. You did not remember him. How could you??? Why?????? You went to the meeting spot from yesterday hoping the Wanderer would cross this way once again. And after 2 hours waiting he did. But as soon as the little puppet noticed you he turned around and made a run from it. But this time you won’t let that happen. With the low energy you had you sprinted after him and pushed him down with you landing on him.

„What the hell? What are you thinking?!“ shouted the little man beneath you. You sat up and let him breath a bit. „I wanted to apologise, my love! I was so stupid! You are the most important person in my life and I just forgot you! I am for real a big disappointment. I am very sorry again.“ you stated, staring straight into his eyes. The failed experiment in front of you just sat there not even breathing. He admired you in the moment. „My love“ you still called him that. You…still loved him… „Dear?“ you tilted your head with a worried look on your face.

The next second was blurred out of you memory and your lips were one. Shocked you sat there until you gave in. Even if Scara seems to be bad at a lot he certainly gives the best passionate kisses. When you pulled away you only had eyes for his angry expression. „I thought I had lost you. Don’t give me such a freaking fright again ,understood moron?“ Scara scoffed. „Yeah sure my dear.“ you giggled

The Traveller and Paimon staring from far:“ if they won’t watch out, they will make children on the street.“ „TRAVELLER“

Hehe this is a lil rushed now I hope you still like it! Thanks for reading! Requests open!

Bye<3 Good morning/evening/night/day<333

[krbk-notebook]

krbk chasing each other being a pretty common thing in the dorms <333333

kiri chases bakugou down to get him to come to squad movie nights (which he toooootally would never come to otherwise)—

the first time kiri asks him, bkg scoffs and says, “nah, fuck that,” and turns to walk upstairs, and kiri makes a split sec decision and blurts out one fair warning because a fair fight is manly, “if i catch you before you‘re upstairs you‘re coming!”

and bakugou Does Not Fucking Hesitate.

he BOLTS and the chase is fun and stupid and exhilarating,

and kiri doesn‘t catch him and whiiiines outside his door,

and katsuki cackles inside his room, leaning back against his door like he’s holding it shut, chest rising and falling quickly from the exertion.

and kiri sighs and goes, well, he made the rules....... and pouts all the way downstairs, except only really until he‘s at the elevator bc then he can‘t help grinning cause they did that and that was fun abfjsjh

bakugou‘s in his room grinning to himself too bc shitty hair‘s so stupid... (affectionate)

the next time the squad GASP and say, “let‘s do another movie night!!” kiri‘s head snaps up, his eyes find katsuki‘s,

and katsuki bolts.

and it‘s cemented. this is how they do things now.

the wins are pretty evenly split, so he ends up spending like 5/10 movie nights with them, and 5 other nights laughing until he’s breathless as kirishima nearly smacks against his door in his haste and swears he‘ll win next time!!

and katsuki can‘t stop smiling the whole damn night.

eventually the chases become a thing even outside of movie nights, just for the fun of it, they chase each other for any little clash of preferences

when they‘re dating, kiri starts chasing kats down to win cuddling rights that katsuki toooootally doesn‘t want him to win at all nuh-uhhhh

and those chases get katsuki laughing and giggling to heck and back, and kiri grins the whole way and laughs and always wins the races, absolutely fucking tackles his boyf (to which any and all witnesses nearly suffer a fucking heart attack) and katsuki laughs and kiri hardens and brings them safely to a stop, clutching katsuki close the entire time to ensure he doesn‘t take the brunt of the fall.

and then they lay there while potential victims quietly hiss swear words at them beneath their breath and neither katsuki or eiji pay them any mind,

katsuki just laying and breathily laughing, and kiri grinning grinning grinning and already snuggling close because he won.

after a couple secs kats will cat-smack his arm cause they gotta get up to join the idiots downstairs, and kiri begrudgingly lets him and they secretively hold hands in the elevator and once they‘ve walked up to the couches and their friends,

katsuki always always always acts as if he‘s trying to sneakily sit somewhere else,

and kiri always always always catches him around the waist and goes, “nuh-uh! i won my cuddles fair n square,” and pulls his boyf onto his lap or next to him onto the couch or whatevaaaaa, and kats lets him bc he wants to cuddle as much as eiji does <333

he rolls his eyes and lets his mouth tug downward right up until he lands on the couch and the smiles win out, which he promptly hides in kiri‘s eagerly cuddled close hmmmmm something idk, hair??? back of his head???? neck??? no, head, like. kiri cuddles close and katsuki drops his head against his boyf‘s and smiles into the makeshift hiding place??? what the hell is language

yop. they cooddle the whole toime and katsuki always falls asleep to eiji gently carding his fingers through his hair while he rests his cheek on his shoulder, yup yup yup

mina has sent him like twenty-three pics and vids of it cause it‘s hella cute, and kiri appreciates them every time.

and kats doesn‘t mind, if the way he‘ll scroll through kiri‘s phone sometimes to look at them (and all the other pictures of the two of them) is anything to go by <333

[copias-juicebox]

Random ask: what do YOU think will happen next for Ghost and Papa IV?

oh lord you‘re going for the real tough questions damn. Okay now honestly i know most would not agree with me but i think papa iv still is papa when the next cycle comes around. I know he said this was going to be his last time on stage but i just never thought that was convincing. (This might be my totally biased delusional ass just trying to cling to him for as long as possible)

I kinda wanna say that if this was his last appearance for real it would have been a bit more… for the lack of a better word grandiose? i don‘t know it just felt so unworthy of our most favorite and beloved papa to just announce his retirement in a mere subordinate clause.

For the next album and „theme“ i guess he would follow through with his whole „empire“ thing. I don‘t know, someone mentioned it before that it could be a phase of someone „ruling“ the built empire or the fall of it since every empire has a rise and an inevitable fall.

If he was heading to the whole „antichrist“ thing we‘d probably have an album around that. And how he affects the world now? I don‘t know man i am speculating.

It‘s been a while since i‘ve thought about these and what might come in the future. But i am convinced that he‘ll come up with something great.