#he’s not much of a fragrance guy. like does not go out of his way to buy cologne

[seoulmatez]

boothill rerun coming, i can smell it in the air

[manicpixievixen]

Logans animalistic traits and moments hcs bc oh my god it makes me feral when he acts animal like in any way

When it's all hot and humid out in the middle of summer he pants like a dog, you'll find him laying on the floor behind the couch too, or sometimes he says it's too hot on the bed because of the way the sun comes through the window and he lies panting on the ground at the foot of your bed. Even when you close the blinds, he will still lay there.

When you guys go swimming he shakes his hair out like a dog too (sort of like that head swing in the cage scene) but it's unintentional, he says he doesn't do that

He does that thing that cats and dogs do when they bite you in a play fighting way. You'll be sitting on the couch with his head in your lap and he'll just...lift his head up and bite your hand or arm, not enough for it to really hurt, then when you look down at him he lets go and darts his head into the pillows like a dog putting his paw over it's nose to hide.

He purrs. It took a little while for you to notice because he's very alert most of the time, the first time you experienced it was when he'd fallen asleep on you during a movie binge. You swore you'd heard an animal in the house, turning down the volume, coming to realize it was quiet purrs coming from logan

Now that you know he purrs you're always trying to get him to relax enough that you can hear them

He also growls, we know this already. He does this when threatened, when fighting, even playfully. He also let's out the most animalistic ones in the bedroom which send you right over the edge usually.

Whimpers too. Like a kicked puppy. When he's upset and cuddling into you, or even when he's a little submissive in the bedroom

Sometimes if he's home alone and gets on edge or spooked by something, the claws come out obviously, but he accidentally breaks stuff or slices through things on occasion. When you come home and notice, he totally does that guilty dog look before apologizing

Head scratches. He loves head scratches. Especially when you get behind his ears

Sometimes you joke that he should be out howling at the moon

Above all of this, he is very loyal. Mostly that's just him as a person but it's also him in an animalistic way as well

Scary dog privilege. You want to go for a walk at night? Bring logan. You want to go somewhere, but the neighborhood is sketchy? Bring logan. Going anywhere? Bring him.

He smells everything. And remembers people's smells. So when you come home and a new smell is on you, especially a man's, oh he is not stopping until answers are provided. On top of this he is territorial and protective of you, he is immediately curious where or who the new smell is from.

Same goes for purfumes and other fragrances. Sometimes, one that seems nice to you is a bit too much for his sense of smell

Extra pronounced canine teeth. You can feel them when you kiss him, when he playfully bites you, sometimes you just want to see them and reach up to open his mouth like you would around a dogs snout

He sometimes tries to brush or style his hair so that it doesn't form into little puppy/kitty ears, and it stays for a little while, but for some reason it just comes back without him doing anything to it. He doesn't mind though, he knows you like it

[boyfhee]

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꒰ ✉️ ꒱ the sight of blood on your lips makes him kiss you better.

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you don’t even notice the small sigh that leaves your lips when your eyes settle on jake, the subtle sound grabbing his attention. your face heats up when he turns his head towards you, lips curling up in a smile.

“see something you like?” his smile only gets wider when he sees your flustered expression, the way your gaze has a hard time deciding whether to focus on his face, or his half unbuttoned, slightly wet shirt. he likes it when he has you speechless, and exactly where he wants. 

you can only lean back on the couch when he comes closer, one hand parallel to your head, pressing up against the soft material of the furniture, the other tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. your eyes instinctively move down to his lips, breath hitching— it doesn’t really help when he has you caged between his arms.

and you’ve been obsessed with something lately— his fangs, and he’s well aware of it. 

“cat got your tongue, angel?” his words bring you back to reality ever so efficiently, but you’re back to daydreaming the second you register the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. he takes in the fragrance of your perfume, his favourite, and then presses a lingering kiss over your sensitive skin. “can i kiss you?”

you nod, way too enamoured by him to form words. you’re busy admiring his face anyway, the way his hair accentuates his face, making him prettier than he already is. he looks a little too good in shirts, and you love it too much for your own good. however, you manage to speak anyway, after a few silent seconds. “you don’t really have to ask,”

he pulls back when you whisper those words against his ears, shaking his head. “i need to hear you say it, sweetheart,” 

“kiss me,” and your eyes flutter shut when he finally presses his lips against yours while your hands fist up against the hem of his shirt. he takes it slow at first, savouring the feeling of your lips against his. jake settles down next to you on the couch, a gasp falling off your lips when his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you onto his lap. he smiles when your arms encircle around his neck, fingers lost in his hair. he kisses you slow, parting your lips with every move.

minutes pass in empty amidst the lazy kisses shared between the two of you. you hear him mumble sweet nothings between the kisses, some making you giggle and other simply making the butterflies in your chest go haywire. 

jake had no plans to break the kiss until you pull back with a soft wince when his fangs accidentally scratch against your bottom lip and before he could register, there was blood adorned on your lips. 

“oh—” you lift your finger up to your lips, noticing the blood on the tips. “i’ll go grab a tissue—” and you pause exactly when you process the look in his eyes, gaze unwavering from your lips. you can feel his grip on your waist tighten, pressing you closer against himself. it’s scary, and incredibly thrilling. 

another gasp rolls off your tongue when your boyfriend lays you down on the couch, kissing your fingers, then palm, and then a pause as he whispers huskily. “i’m sorry, baby—” a kiss on your wrist— “you just look so—” arms, then your jaw and cheeks. “— irresistible,” 

and then he pulls you in a searing kiss, not waiting for your response. he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, hand sliding down to your hip to pull you closer as you let out a small whimper— you’re not sure if it’s because of the proximity or the burning sensation on your lips when he nips a little harder over the cut. 

jake would argue that he treats you to the utmost care— at least that’s what he told heeseung when the guy joked about jake sucking blood off you— and he does, never even thinking about using you for his sinful cravings. he has always been wary of hurting you with his fangs between kisses, but right now, not so much. 

not when you taste exactly what he’s craving, perhaps something between blood and the half-eaten sweet cherry vanilla pastry on the kitchen counter. he doesn’t think you’ve ever tasted better. when you lean in to kiss him deeper, he slides his hand just a little under your shirt, drawing soft circles on your skin, but when you wince again, causing him to pull back immediately. 

“are you okay, sweetheart?” he whispers, the expression on his face replaced by concern the very second. he leans back a little while tracing your jaw gently. “did i hurt you?” 

and you put your hand on his cheeks, caressing it tenderly with the sweetest smile on your face. “not really, no,” 

“are you sure?”

“yes, jake, i am sure,” you nod with a reassuring smile.

he buys your words even though he’s still uncertain, and you know it. there’s worry etched across his face, however his eyes betray the desire behind them when his gaze settles on your lips again, all smeared in blood. you can feel the way his eyes trace over as if marking them with insatiable thirst. your heart picks up its pace, already anticipating his lips— but he runs his thumb across your lips, wiping off the blood. “better,”

and he dives right back in.

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[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: noncon hinted, hinted somno, creampies, sexual fantasies, masturbation, fem! afab reader, forced impregnation, stalker behavior, dead dove do not eat

MDNI.

It rained today; it had rained the day before as well. But today was different - at least, for Simon it was. The usual scent of cigarette the reeked around the neighborhood was washed away by the sweet, fresh fragrance of rain. He couldn't fucking sleep for the life of him, too accustomed to his shitty, inflexible work schedule. Sleep for three hours, wake up, report in, missions, come back, standing duty, work out. It was a filthy, scrambled jumble of a schedule that made his brain hurt.

His only luxury was the reservation of his civilian life.

Didn't socialize. Hell, he barely even glanced at someone's face for longer than a few seconds - didn't need to. He had already memorized their features for as long as he deemed important. Which is how he got to finding you.

You, his pretty little neighbor. You were all too fucking sweet for a bastard like him to have such possessive fantasies about. Spend the day time outside, tending to a garden, barbequing, reading a book while bathing in the sun. Your reading glasses were a cute look for you, as was everything else.

And in the evening, when you got to cooking, you'd prop open your kitchen window and let the food cool down. The sound of your dishes being scrubbed could be heard from his own yard - it's not eavesdropping if you're so got damn loud, darling. You yammer to your friend about life, work, the bullshit you experience and the guy who tried to get in your pants last week.

Oh, a pretty thing like you doesn't deserve to tell such vulgar stories. And Simon knows it's wrong to listen. He really does have morals, and respect, and chivalry. Sure, it's hard to prove that when he's fisting his hung cock. Muffling his grunts with sucks of air and shaky exhales.

Your laugh makes his cock twitch, and your sweet little "Mhmm"s make his tip leak with bitter tasting pre. He's sure he'd taste awful, splattered in your mouth. He was sure that you were spoilt on the delicacy meals you'd make in your kitchen. Simon wouldn't force you to endure something so cruel. He'd let his cream fill your cunt, holding your hand while you cry through your orgasm, because he is a gentleman.

Realistically, Simon probably couldn't last long. Especially given the way he busted in his pants the one time you came over to the fence, leaning over it with a hop on your ladder. Gave him a great view of your tits, something you had to be aware of as you begged him to give you some of the oranges from his tree.

'Course, he complied, who was he to reject his sweet little thing?

But love, when you initiate something like that, don't be surprised when the creep at your work randomly disappears. And when you wake up to the window you left open last night closed shut, and your panties full of a sticky white liquid. If they were even still on, you'd be lucky to have some dirty panties left.

You figured, you were a sleep walker. So innocent you are. Go to the doctor about all the "discharge" leaking out of you, not even questioning the throb against your cervix and imagining they were just some cramps from an upcoming period. One that never would come. And only when he hears you sobbing while waiting for one of your pies to cool down will he approach, very sweetly asking what's wrong. Leaning by your window well you break the news to him. You're gonna be a mother, and you don't even know the father. You've been abstinent for months!

Much to your surprise, your neighbor, generously offers to help. Because baby, he gets those combat paychecks; money isn't an issue for him. Simon would generously help you, from the bottom of his heart, with no ill intent, of course.

The military offered great family benefits, after all.

ahh </3 I haven't written in so long :T

anyways i wanted to try writing somno stuff because why not.

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒄'𝒔

Warning : you read it pretty well. NSFW. Which means minors do not INTERRACT.

Ft : Rindou, inupi

𝙍𝙞��𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 :

Perfect boyfriend, right ?

You'll never run out of playlists to listen to with Rindou as boyfriend.

Cold ? He's got about ten hoodies that he likes seeing on you, hanging lose on your thighs, would spray them of his own fragrance after washing them just to know you have his perfume on you wherever you are.

I'm getting at the main point which is...

The jealousy of this man is vice.

As you know, Rindou is a man of few words. Your boyfriend would never tell you straight forward that he is jealous, or have a healthy, honest conversation with you.

He would rather...

Why did he introduced you to Haruchiyo at first ? He should have known that guy would always go out of his ways to make him mad. Just like he was doing now, brushing his lips every now and then against your cheeks as he tells you jokes that Rindou thinks really do not deserve such overdone laughs from you.

The uncomfortable feeling makes his chest tingle, yet Rindou would rather die than admit it to you. But don't you think he would forget, this guy is like a ticking clock, registering every little thing you do for the right time.

In the mean time, you would never get to see Haruchiyo again. Nor any other Tenjiku member.

Rindou really thinks he loves you. Though he still holds that grudge, he can't help but driving you home from school every evening, can't help but think about you randomly during the day, or at night when he's fucking that fist on a pretty nude from you.

But he's registering, and he secretly hoped you would not make any other "mistake", but you do.

You were having so much fun tonight, and if Rindou was anyone else, he would have felt guilty.

But he is Rindou fucking Haitani, and he warned you. These days, Tokyo, at night was not one of the safest places, Kanto Manji was having some troubles with an opponent gang. Would you have been any other girl he dated, he wouldn't have cared. But again, you're so more than that.

He thinks you're so pretty, so eyecatchy. As always, your eyes are the shiniest, and when you spot him from the other end of the club, making his way toward where you're dancing with your friends, they widen the slightest.

He is not the type to embarrass you in front of your friends or anything, believe me.

Close your eyes, imagine this.

The crowd, the dancing bodies, and everything disappears as soon as his lips brush against your cheeks. His blonde locks tickle your neck, and his hands too gently lays on the small of your back. Rindou's fragrance invades your nostrils as much as his deep voice does with your ear.

-" have it your way, love. 'm just gonna sit here and wait for ya. Just be sure you're ready for whatever I got for you. "

Then, just as if it was a dream, his touch flies away, as much as his perfume which lingered a little longer behind him, reminding you just how fucked up you are.

From the other end of the club, your boyfriend looks... Devilishly handsome, first buttons of his white shirt are undone, hair slightly messy, you could almost see his bloodshot eyes from afar watching every move you make. At some point, you're pretty sure you've seen those pretty lips smirk.

This is where I'm getting at, my next main point.

The most important thing I could say as a nsfw fact about Rindou, is his relentless dominance.

He is, the perfect boyfriend from outside. The most protective, caring lover you could ever dream of.

Perfect boyfriend, has his hands around your neck, his tie wrapped tightly around your wrists, that purple gaze usually soft for you looks like it could kill you right now.

-" I'm sorry- Rin', move please, I'm so... So, so fucking sorry, just move " moving your core to chase some friction doesn't even work, he's hell bent on making you cockwarm him all the night, watching you slightly struggling to breath with his hand on your throat.

Usually, he is a man of few words mainly because he is a good listener, especially when you are talking. But tonight, he doesn't even care to hear a word you're saying. He dives deep in the feeling of your pussy wrapped up around him, an expressionless face while he presses kisses on every damn inch of your face and neck.

You both know that these kiss also aren't meant for reassuring, just because he can't seem to get enough of you.

The cold metal of his rings tightens slightly around your throat, having your eyes widening, a groan leaves his mouth so much your doe eyes make his cock throb.

-" Love the way you're taking me. Got me goddamn obsessed. "

Just because you're his own little addiction, just because your walls clench tighter around him at his words, he rolls his hips the slightest bit, making your eyes roll back in your head.

-" You look just as good as a Haitani's wife, laying all pretty under daddy, hugging my dick like my lil pillow princess ".

Because that is what he had wanted to make you, and no matter how independent you are, there is no other way being around Rindou. He lived to mold you into his perfect girl, no way of taking the lead, a simple sharp glance from him makes your heart drop.

Best Tenjiku boyfriend, they say. Yes, he is. So caring, always so much...

And the smirks, small laughs from that pretty face seeing the pain mixing with pleasure on your face are the proof. The perfect, most sadistic boyfriend. Giving a sharp, rough thrust inside you so suddenly that it had you crying his name, balls rubbing against your abused clit.

-" cry all you want " he crooked an eyebrow. "Your screams only got me wanna ruin this pussy. Ain't it the best way to make sure my baby's gonna behave ?"

-" Hm ? Say, love ?"

-" What a man gotta do to protect his best fucking girl, nah ?"

𝑰𝒏𝒖𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 :

What a sweet guy, he is sugar coated, honey dripping.

You two could have met after a kinda hard time of your life, you were lacking a lot of trust in people in general and particularly in men.

But Seishu was so soft with you, so careful and fair-play that you ended up trusting him with your life, going around everywhere calling him your...

Your best friend.

Maybe he hadn't been perfectly fair-play into that last one... But he swears he had wanted to be your best friend, at a time.

It was just about how your hands moved around your face as you talked with excitement, about your teeth flashing and eyes sparkling with every smile you reserved only for him. It was about your scent lingering in his t-shirts after hours of hugging him from behind on night rides on his bike, the scent he never truly wanted to wash.

And soon, he started noticing his eagerness to have his hands lingering on you ( what was honestly foreign for Seishu), began feeling the need to find hidden meanings in the books you recommended him, and being even more protective toward you than usual.

Now Seishu would never disrespect you, or your will. If you wanted him as a best friend, then he would take what you had to give him. He would rather suffer that way than lose you at all, believe me, for someone who experienced loneliness, he would rather not go through your absence.

And so it goes, the play starts, he puts the mask, some make up on the ugly unwanted feelings, carries your shopping bags for you, helps you chose your outfit of the day, listen to all your stories about you how much of a loser your ex was, and kisses your cheek goodbye right before turning his back, dropping the mask, and untying his lacerated heart.

But deep inside, Seishu Inui is not as sugar coated as you think he is. Seishu Inui wished he was as innocent, honest with you as you thought he was, but he was not, and the first time you discovered it was...

-" You're my best friend, Sei. It's pouring outside, no need to argue, no bike. you're staying the night. "

It's too late now, you fell asleep, and he should've known, not even a king size bed could've prevented this from happening.

Your ( his) shirt was riding your hips, the covers sliding lower, the cold weather pushed you closer to his heat radiating body. A sigh escaped your lips, just as a beat escaped from his heart as you trapped his leg between your thighs, unconsciously laying your head on his arm.

Picture this, Seishu's blonde hair sprayed on your pillows, his flushed face, sleepy eyes, not moving an inch, frozen.

Or maybe just an inch, just to get into a more comfortable position-

But the friction his leg brought between your thighs had you knitting your eyebrows, a small gasp leaving your lips, something to awaken few things in Seishu.

As the respectful man he is, Seishu tries pushing your thighs away, but that only adds to that friction. And now he has you in your sleep, unconsciously rubbing yourself against him, he thinks he lost it.

Your t-shirts hangs on your waist now, Seishu hates the way his abdomen contracts seeing your bare lower half. And you're wearing nothing but your cute white panties, thus making him feel every move of your clit against his thigh.

He hates himself, and you would probably hate him too, but he swore he saw your eyelashes fluttering at some time, as you desperately chased more friction, and that convinced him to bounce his thigh harder against your clothed cunt.

-" Fuck... " He swears he's gonna stop, but he freezes the moment he hears a broken whisper.

-" Sei- ?"

Your interrogating eyes feel like a stab in the chest, Seishu would bend the knee, apologize until the end of the world, but-

But it seems your little dry humping made you unleash all of the restraints, you roll on your side and find yourself on top of him, legs on each side of his waist.

Seishu's just so pretty, mouth agape, the blue of his eyes is a meer ring around those pupils dilated from pleasure, you think he's gonna push you away. But some god must have been generous enough to give him that chance, he'd be damned to let it go. His hands find your bare hips.

-" You sure 'bout this ? " He hesitantly whispers, though his dick throbs crazy in his sweatpants, he would never neglect your needs. " Just a word, pretty girl. Just a word and I'm giving you all of my fucking love. "

From now on, Seishu solely believed that good things come to those who wait for it. Since after months and months of running from the shadow of his feelings for you, now his eyes were in bliss, swallowing every inch of you sinking on every inch of his hard cock.

Now now, Inui is a gentleman, a respectful, harmless guy.

But with your walls so tightly wrapped around him, he can't help but buckle his hips harder to meet your thrusts, can't help but grab your tits, kneading the flesh in his hands until he had you crying from pleasure and pain. Yes, Seishu is such a sweet guy, he solely believes this behavior is only what months of frustration have made of him.

And his best friend, Kokonoi had already told you once, though you didn't believed it " Seishu can be blunt sometimes ". Another thing you were yet to discover.

Those pretty lips that usually talked so nicely to you, those words that comforted you through your worst times seemed to get trapped behind the pleasure ravaging his lower half, because-

-" gotta slightest idea what you do to me ?" He thrusts his hips once again, circularly, giving particular attention to your clit. " How many times your slutty little skirts made my cock hard ?"

It drives him crazy, how your eyes widen innocently at his statement, meanwhile your pussy clenches in such a sultry around him. Intoxicating. You never knew you'd like those dirty words from the softest man you've known.

-" Pretty girl got me fucking my fist nearly every night. Shit- can feel you close, you like it dontcha ? My gorgeous baby, that's everything you truly ever wanted, right ? Having me fucking obsessed ? Pushing me to my damn limits ? Uh-"

But Seishu Inui is a dirty talker, behind closed doors, Seishu Inui is a hard groper, a carelessly harsh fucker, a sweet lover. Seishu Inui is the perfect mix.

Does anyone even remember who I am ?

Yeah I'm back, I guess ?

Hi everyone 🫶 Hope y'all doing fine and all, wassup ?

[julymusings]

Jason Todd x South Asian!Reader HCs

requested | reader is fem, i tried to keep it non-specific so it applies to the whole region, not just india, hopefully i succeeded😬 read dick's hcs here !

i looooved writing this it was so much fun. drop an ask with anything else you want to see!!

When you show him Bollywood movies, at first he’s like “Why are these so damn long?” But watches them anyway because you’re so excited to show him

He obviously sobs at K3G (because he has daddy AND big brother issues)

But his favorite is probably 3 Idiots or Bhaag Milkha Bhaag (he just seems like the type to looove an underdog story am I right)

Since Jason likes cooking, he’s learning how to make all your favorite foods. He’s eaten a lot of Indian food before (duh, it’s New Jersey), so he’s familiar with the flavors and spices, but some dishes are easier than others. He tries to make dosa after you mentioned liking it but it does not go well

He’s trying so hard to impress you but they all keep breaking😭 and the ones that don’t break come out burnt. When he finally relents and lets you help him, you hold his hand and guide him to make the proper movements; pouring the batter, spreading it into a circle, and gently flipping it so it doesn’t break

He loves chai, and is always experimenting with different recipes and flavors and asking you to test them

You're taking him to the Indian market so often, by the end of the month he knows the names for all the vegetables and spices in your language and where to find them

He thinks you with mehendi/henna is the most attractive thing ever

Your friend’s getting married? Of course he’ll feed you while your mehendi’s drying, you don't even have to ask

When it's still fresh and at its darkest color he's actually going batshit insane (pun intended); he loves interlacing your fingers together and seeing the contrast of your dark, decorated fingers against his large, strong ones. His phone background is a selfie of you guys where your faces are squished side-by-side and one of your mehendi'd hands is cupping his cheek

And when you're on top of him, the sight of your adorned hands pressed flat against his bare chest, flushed and heaving...he thinks it belongs in a museum

He just loves doing little acts of service; one day you’re complaining offhandedly to him about how the price of eyebrow threading keeps going up, a week later you’ve forgotten all about it but he’s like “I learned how to thread your eyebrows”

He figured it would be easy enough, and as someone who’s life often depends on steady, surgical aim and precision, it is

Roy’s walking around looking messed up as fuck for a couple weeks but that’s beside the point because he’s got the hang of it now 

When it comes to putting on a sari, he'll put the pins in the hard to reach places if you ask, but for the most part he just loves watching you put it on. he thinks it's so cute the way you scrunch your face in focus as you make the folds and tuck in the fabric with such concentration (Jason Todd domesticity agenda)

One night you're getting dressed up for some party, but no matter what you do and how many times you take it off and try to re-drape it, it just won't come out good and you get so frustrated and teary-eyed that he has to intervene

He makes you take a break, brings you a snack, and kisses you until you feel better, and then he pulls up a youtube video to do it for you— but he can't do it either😭

So you both decide to give up and you wear a lehenga instead

It’s a fairly modest one, and even though he's seen you wearing more-revealing clothes (and none at all), he's going crazy over that one inch sliver of exposed skin on your midriff

He already loves seeing you dressed up in traditional wear but if you put jasmine flowers in your hair with it??? The fragrance coming from you makes him feral. It lingers in your hair for a couple days and he can’t stop following you around and sniffing you LMAO

The first time you get a kurta for him, it’s actually impossible to find one that fits because he’s so big and buff (drool) so you just end up buying the fabric and getting it custom stitched

There's only a few scraps of the fabric left and you get the wonderful idea of braiding the scraps into a bracelet so you have something to match with him and it makes him go crazy

Early on in your relationship, you’re a little afraid to have oil in your hair in front of him because you’re worried he’ll think the smell is too strong

Jason is probably familiar with the practice of hair oiling from his time with Talia (but you don’t know that yet)

He actually LOVES when you oil your hair around him. Just something about him being the only one who gets to see you when you’re comfy and unready is so intimate to him and makes him feel so special and trusted and loved🥹

Time for some of my physical touch x touch starved!Jason propaganda

After a particularly difficult night of patrolling, he comes to you stressed and anxious and unsure what to do with himself. So you make him sit on the floor in front of your bed, warm up some of the oil, and seat yourself on the edge of the mattress. He leans back against your legs and you massage the warm oil into his scalp. It feels heavenly. You’re using the perfect amount of pressure, hitting all the right spots, and it feels so good he wants to cry. Later, when you pull him into the shower to shampoo it out, he actually does cry, hoping the water falling from the shower head hides the tears (it doesn’t, and it breaks your heart)

(If you were raised Hindu) I think he'd be very interested in the belief in reincarnation, past & future lives, oneness with the universe, etc...it might help him make some sense of his coming back

You bring mediation into his life, and that also really helps him

You wear Kajal/kohl/surma on your eyes, and whenever he’s looking especially good, or before he goes out as red hood, you smudge some onto your finger and put a mark behind his ear, just to be safe (it’s believed to deflect jealousy/bad intentions from others) (yes I’m superstitious sue me)

Or you just tie a black thread around his ankle

When you first explain to him that you want him to wear a black thread around his ankle because of a superstition, he thinks you’re joking. He can’t believe you actually believe in that 

But he can’t say no to you and he secretly likes that you also have one so it feels like you’re matching 

He considers it a good luck charm, not because he believes the superstition but because it’s from you

[spicysix]

📖 + "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" prompt w eddie omgomgomg💗 also congrats on 400 angel <33

thank you my loveee 💖💖💖

here comes, hope you like it! (a little dialogue heavy, sorry for that!)

join the celebration!

every day for us, something new

"Gonna make some more popcorn, guys! Get the next one ready," you said, getting up from the couch where you were sitting between Eddie and Argyle.

"Get me another coke, please!" Robin, from the floor, asked.

"Oh, get me another beer, sweetums, will 'ya?" Eddie joined in.

"No one else ask me anything, I don't have hands for more!" you exclaimed before leaving for the kitchen.

Movie nights were routine at this point. After all the trauma and the babysitting and the saving the world, the least you all deserved were some fun nights chilling with your friends. Steve or Nancy would host, you'd all take turns choosing movies for the week, and you'd get together to watch and gossip and just be around each other in non-threatening ways. There was no bond like the one created between life-or-death situations.

Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked out of Steve's living room. Jonathan chuckled.

"What?" Eddie asked and Nancy and Robin groaned in unison.

"You are. So. Dense," Nancy complained.

"I don't think he's dense, I think he's just stupid," Robin completed. Eddie hated how she and Nancy came to sharing a single braincell lately.

"C'mon, let's take it easy on our brochacho. The matters of the heart aren't easy," Argyle said, words all considerate but his smirk was nothing but teasing, and Eddie wanted them all to just shut the fuck up.

There was a loud noise from the kitchen, and Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

"Don't worry, I'm okay!" you called out before anyone could even say anything, to Eddie's relief, and he sat down again.

All of his friends were looking at him funny. What was this plot against him, honestly?

"What's going on?" he asked, waving his arms around in annoyance.

"Dude. Use a single neuron. You'll understand," Steve advised, letting out a dramatically exhausted sigh.

Eddie just stared back at them, one at a time, for several minutes. Trying to find the answers in one of his friends' eyes, or just hoping to be scary enough to make them tell him at once.

"I can't do this, he's the dumbest man alive," Jonathan said after a long while in silence.

What were you even doing in the kitchen for such a long time? Popcorn gets ready in like, five minutes.

"He's never been in love before, maybe he just doesn't recognize it," Steve pitched in, and he knew that information because Eddie had told him once.

What did it have to do with anything?

"What does being in love has anything to do with this? Who's in love here? No one's in lov-" he started, and then he stopped.

Thought about your smile, and that funny little laugh you saved only for his stupid jokes. The way you'd hug him tighter and longer than everyone else. The way you and Robin shared perfumes, a fragrance he didn't really like much, but on you he'd love - something about the way it'd interact with your natural skin smell, and it intoxicated him in the best of ways. He thought about how soft your skin was, and how he loved when you ran your fingers through his hair. He thought about how he thought about you first thing when he woke up, and he thought about you last thing before sleeping. How he thought about you even when asleep - how he'd dream of you, and him, your hands clasped together, your lips on his.

"Oh my god, I think I'm in love," he muttered.

"Congrats on being the last one to find out," Nancy answered. He just looked at her, freezing, hands trembling a little. "What are you thinking about so much, just go!" She nodded at the kitchen and, once again, Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

He practically ran to the other room.

"Steve, your cabinets are a nightmare," you said, back turned to the door as you heard steps.

"Not Steve," he said, and you turned to face him. That smile, the one reserved just for him, on your lips.

"Eddie! Here to help me? Does anyone want something else?"

He just shook his head and walked closer to you. Took your hand on his, and your skin was just as soft as he thought about constantly.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, just came to a realization."

"Care to share with the class?" your words all teasing but your smile was nothing but sweet. He wanted to kiss you.

"I want to kiss you," he said out loud.

Your smile grew wider, "Well, do it, then."

And he did. And it was so much better than in his dreams. Yous lips were soft and tasted of whatever soda you were drinking, and your hands craddled his neck and you sure could feel his pulse going a million miles per second. But he didn't care, because you seemed eager for more, tongue poking at his lips and he let you in, and it was like fireworks exploding inside his head. He feelt fuzzy, and warm all over, and the happiest he's ever been. Because he's in love with you, he realized, and he was kissing you and you were kissing him back.

It felt like years before you separated, both panting a little.

"Oh, man, I like you so much," you mumbled, lips still almost pressed to his so he feelt every vibration in each of your words. It tingled him, head to toe, in and out.

"That's my realization," he responded, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again when you heard steps behind you.

"C'mon, slow lovebirds, where's my damn popcorn? I wanna watch the sequel!" Robin showed up, picked up the popcorn bowl and her coke before leaving again.

You and Eddie laughed, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again.

Neither of you got to watch much of the sequel.

[the-barricade]

in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

pomefiore + riddle & trey x reader

aka the little things they do to make you feel special

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vil schoenheit

if you’re dating vil, you already know that the way he cares for people is by making sure they’re at their best, even if that means critiquing them - you’re no exception. However, he does his best to make your life easier, especially in that regard. You’re going to a fancy, formal event, without any fragrance? Well, Vil already predicted this might happen, and picked out the perfect one for you in advance to give to you when he pointed it out. Your eyeliner’s smudged? Suppose he’ll just have to do it for you, and he might even give you a kiss to make you feel better after. If you’re ever ill or feeling low, he’ll also be the one making sure you get better as soon as possible. Even if you have just the slightest fever, he’s telling you to rest to recover quicker, and getting a wet towel for your head. If he’s able (and he will try his very best to be) he’ll spend the whole day by your side, it’s almost shocking how caring one person can be.

rook hunt

he remembers the little things. Has a mental list of all your favourites, some that you probably don’t know for yourself. Your favourite colour? Easy. Favourite food or number? No problem. He’d even observe which temperatures you’re most happy and productive in. He wants you to know he pays attention to these things too - and that he cares about them. Anytime you mention a piece of media you like, even if it’s some super obscure thing he’s never heard of, by the next day he’s already an expert and asking you all the questions he can think of to indulge your little heart.

epel felmier

He’s very much an acts of service/gift giving guy. Although he may not have been comfortable doing this before, fearing it was too “feminine” he feels comfortable enough around you to gift you handmade little items. (He would also totally help you fix/sew up any wear and tear in your clothes, I feel as though he’d actually be very good at sewing and the like) However, one thing he’d never been to shy to do was show you off - epel would make sure the whole school knows your dating, and can be a tad bit defensive and jealous if he finds anyone else hitting on you.

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riddle rosehearts

he’s a classic gentleman, does everything you’d expect from a love interest in a movie and more. He is literally that video analysing the special medieval knightly way that Travis Kelce held the car door open for and walked next to TS. (this one goes for silver and sebek too obvi) (is that too niche?…) Anyways, he uses his organisation skills to his advantage. Valentine’s Day, your birthday, any special days the two of you find important together are all tediously planned to every little detail. Heck, he’d be making sure the red of the roses he got you were the right hex code. Which is where his experience arranging events like unbirthday parties come in handy.

trey clover

Like rook, he’s very observant. He gives you the most targeted compliments, because he wants you to feel confident, especially around him. Aside from being observant, he’s also your rock in this world. If you have any kind of trouble, you can go to him - wether you just need to vent or you need advice (he’s very good at telling when you need what). And when you do get advice from him, you know you can trust it because he (secretly) listens to you like the gospel and makes you feel heard.

+ he would totally bake for and specialise recipes for you :)

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

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Forbidden flowers

Words: 971

Rated: M

Tags: Mafia AU; mob boss Dick Harrington; mobster Eddie Munson; obsessive behavior; stalking; lust at first sight; sexual fantasies; violent imagery

Notes: Part 1

Richard Harrington’s house is a fucking palace. 

The fact shouldn't be as surprising, maybe. It pays well, being the boss of the city's criminal underbelly, even Eddie knows that. Not like he's planning on staying one of Harrington's lowly little hitmen forever. Don't get him wrong, he's good at what he does, but that doesn’t mean he wants to go on doing it forever, bloodying his hands fighting the boss's fights. He wants his own share of the money, the power, the splendor of it all. A guy can dream, can't he? 

Speaking of dreams, even his wildest ones seem pale and bland, now that he's seen the house from the inside. Leaving the higher-ups to talk business in Harrington's office, he has strayed through light-flooded halls decked in expensive art and sculptures, footsteps echoing on marbled floors, until he finally found a pair of glass doors leading outside. 

The patio opens into a lush garden. It looks like something from an Italian postcard - dominated by gleaming marble and lean pillars, overgrown with a sea of white and purple hydrangea bushes. Their fragrance hangs in the hot summer air, thick and sweet and almost cloying. Sparkling behind the blossoms is a huge, lavish pool. 

In the water is a fucking nymph. 

Eddie pauses, unlit cigarette halfway to his mouth, ducking between the flower bushes to hover closer. The boy in the pool doesn't notice him, too focused on doing his laps. Eddie watches his lean muscles flex as he glides through the water, watches how sun-bronzed skin glistens in the sun, and feels something curdle in his gut. 

Want. 

White-hot and all-consuming, more overwhelming and intense than anything he's ever felt in his life. 

He doesn't know how long he stays hidden between the flowers and stares. At some point, the boy swims over to the far end and hoists himself out of the pool - one long, graceful ripple of those muscled arms and shoulders. He shakes the water from his thick, chestnut hair before padding over to the deck chairs standing a small way off, still blissfully unaware of Eddie’s eyes following his every move. A small water bottle is standing at the ready on a side table, droplets of condensed liquid glistening on the glass. The boy takes it, tips back his head and empties it with a few deep, greedy gulps. His throat - long, and graceful and dotted in moles - bops with it. Then, not bothering with the towel hanging over the backrest, he flops down on one of the chairs, sopping wet and half naked, stretching out in the sunlight like a content cat. 

Eddie decides one thing, then and there. 

Fuck the money. Fuck the splendor and the power and the glory, fuck all of it. Let him just have that boy. 

Let him feel that body writhe under his. Let him tangle his fingers into that glorious swoop of hair and tilt back that head, let him sink his teeth into the soft, golden skin of that neck. Let him hear his own name, near unrecognizable with despair and pleasure, fall from those pink lips. Let him have all of this, and he'll die a happy man. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” 

Eddie lets out a startled noise he'll absolutely deny making later and whips around. Gareth is leaning in the open patio door, regarding him with crossed arms and a furious expression. 

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Eddie croaks. 

Gareth shakes his head at him. 

“Long enough to see you slink around in the bushes, staring at the boss's son like a total creep,” he hisses. “C'mon, let's go. Harrington will take out your eyes with a rusty screwdriver if he catches- are you listening to me?” 

“No,” Eddie says absentmindedly, already pushing apart the branches again. Lilac petals rain down onto his boots. “That's Harrington's son? Didn't even know he had one.” 

“No, that's his gardener,” Gareth scoffs behind him, but still goes on to answer Eddie’s unspoken question. “Rumor has it daddy and him don't … get along that well. Harrington wants him to take over the firm but Junior isn't exactly interested. Likes the money and the lifestyle, obviously, but not so much the violence and bloodshed that comes with it.” 

Eddie thinks he'd drench the entire world in blood for one taste of those lips. 

Gareth tugs on his arm.

“C'mon,” he says again. “Before anyone sees us. I'd like to keep my eyes, I'm sorta attached to them.” 

Eddie sighs in defeat, casting one long, reluctant glance through the leaves and petals. Then, following a sudden impulse, he reaches out and snaps off a branch with a thick, vibrant cluster of violet blossoms on the end. 

Gareth gawks at him. 

“Are you insane? You can't just pluck flowers from the boss's garden!” 

Eddie shrugs lazily, bringing the blossoms up to his nose. Their scent is sweet and enticing and full of forbidden possibilities. 

“Don’t see him around, do you?” 

Gareth groans and turns to go. “I dunno why I put up with you.” 

Eddie smiles, slowly following after his retreating back. At the threshold, he pauses and turns one last time. The boy is dozing in the sun, eyes closed, droplets of water glistening on his body like so many tiny diamonds. Eddie raises the branch in his hand - a secret parting salute. 

“See you soon, little nymph,” he mutters. 

He strides towards the front door with a new spring in his step. Because he knows exactly what it is he wants now, and he knows that he will not stop before he has it.

And if that means wrestling Richard Harrington’s crown from his cold, dead hands, and setting his empire aflame, and painting the ashes red? That is something he will gladly do.  

Steve, meanwhile: Huh, wonder who that loser lurking in the flowers was. What a weirdo. Kinda cute, though ...

Part 3

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[laduenadelswing]

Roommate Simon; Ghost x Reader

MDNI

Roommate Simon tends to run away from his feelings. After your kiss incident, Ghost withdrew from you, denying the affection and love he felt for you. The kiss made him feel so alive and energetic. He hated how much he loved it. He hated how safe and vulnerable he felt. Simon hated how much he appreciated you, since the first day his eyes lingered on you. He resented that he could distinguish your fragrance from anything else and knew exactly when you have been in the kitchen or the living room.

Simon Riley rarely smiled, but when the smell of your perfume hit him like a shot of heroin, he couldn't suppress his smile. You were way too kind and innocent for a war machine like him. You were way too innocent to realize that even when Simon was on a mission, he knew exactly what you were doing. Did you never really consider, that he might be so paranoid he keeps track of you?

He always had the opportunity to keep track on your whereabouts, but Simon never needed to be that intrusive, you were happy to tell him everything. When an exam of yours went well, you texted him. As your boyfriend broke up with you, you called him. That has been the best news Simon has received in his life.

While you were looking at some YouTube Videos on the couch, Simon had a nap. He was quite distant towards you after the kiss, you didn't want to push it any further. You hated yourself for being so stupid, to let him kiss you. You could know better than assuming he liked you that way. He was probably just stressed after a mission, you thought as the door rang. Who could ring your door on a Saturday afternoon?

“Hi, can I talk to Simon. Wait? Does someone called Simon, life here?”

A tall guy with a beautiful tan, a dark brown Mohawk and piercing blue eyes asked you directly. Who was that, and why would he want to talk to Simon? Your thoughts were racing like a Formula One car. “Speechless?” He asked as he punched your shoulder lightly. “Quit it Johnny!” Simons deep voice echoed through the flat. “Come in.” You smiled, as he glanced at you. Confused, you let Johnny in, gave him a drink and walked back into your room. Simon walked out of his bedroom, his eyes wandering over your body. He stopped at your face, your eyes piercing into his soul. Simon resented how much power you had over him.

“Lt. I didn't know you're that good with the Ladies. When did you plan to introduce me to her?”

"She's my roommate." he replied, his voice flat.

"Roommate, huh?" Soap raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, she's a damn fine-looking one."

Simon turned away, his gaze fixed on the window. He couldn't deny the truth. You were beautiful, intelligent, and kind. He'd fallen for you, hard. But he was a soldier, the ghost, who lived in the shadows. Love was a luxury he couldn't afford. He was a monster, and you were an angel. You were two worlds apart, destined never to meet, still you lived under the same roof. Ghost loved how caring you were, how your sweet gestures make him feel, how you're arms wrapped around his shoulders when you hug him sometimes. Simon would never forget, how your lips felt on his, your perfect lips melting into his. So plump and soft, the taste of strawberries laced on them. Intoxicating like Cocaine, for Simon equally addicting, since that he wanted to kiss you every day, everywhere. When you looked at him the morning after your kiss, a coffee into your hands, the hair messy and a confused look on your face.

Simon wanted to pick you up, throw you onto his bed and show you how much he loved you, how much he desired you, how much he worshipped you.

Johnny and Simon left the apartment to go to the city, drinking, catching up and talking about upcoming missions. Many pints have been emptied, as well as whisky and scotch which followed right after. Simon needed to unwind a little, Johnny was a welcome distraction of the battle of wills within him. Old friends catching up was a balm to his soul, he appreciated Simon more than he would ever admit, he was like a younger brother to him, a constance. Johnny was the closest thing he had to a family. Except for you, of course.

You were his home. When he had a rough mission, you were there. When he was promoted or praised, you were there. When he was at home unwinding, you were there. When he was starving, you were there to cook with him. The caring nature of your gentle soul made him so domestic. Furthermore, the way you walk around the apartment sometimes, blasting music and dancing around made him so happy, you seemed to have no care in the world. Simon loved that about you, the way you're so free and aloof, even when he is gloomy, sarcastic and stoic.

That night Simon was trying to be considerate, it was quite late. He wanted to give you some space, not to wake you up in the middle of the night. He crept into the apartment and saw you how he loved to see you the most, level-headed and free. You put in some headphones to distract yourself from the weird and unusual distance between the two of you. Dancing off your stress, freeing yourself from your overthinking. Simons gaze was fixated on you. The way you smiled, with your eyes closed, and the way you moved were so intoxicating.

When you saw Simon, you froze, how long has he been watching you? “Oh hi, didn't see you there.” You smiled nervously. Simon saw how nervous you became around him. He wanted to deflect the situation and deny his feelings, not hurt you. Simon loved you so much, but Simon knew his life wasn't easy, his work was demanding and dangerous. Simon never wanted you to suffer, because he wasn't there. “Are you alright?” You asked, your voice filled with worries. Why were you worried about him? He should be more worried about your feelings, about how you felt after the kiss. He couldn't just pick you up, kiss you, cuddle you and never talk about it. Simon saw how you tried to play it cool, he saw through it, the sadness in your eyes has given it away. So, Simon decided to do something he has never done before.

“I am sorry, luv.” He apologized to you. You looked stunned, probably just as stunned as Simon at that moment. Simon has never apologized to anyone before, he never really felt sorry for anything, until now. He knew that his actions hurt you, which was the one thing he never wanted to do. For once, you stopped yapping around him, Simon loved to hear you yap about the latest drama. You just stood there, a few meters before him. Simon stepped a little closer to you, stopped and observed your body language. You didn't signal anything. Thus, Simon took your hand and planted a gentle kiss onto it. You blushed, Simon had you exactly where he wanted you to be. “Why would you want me, luv? I am so cold, and you are like a Disney princess.”

He looked right into your eyes, into your soul. Simons coffee brown eyes illuminated your heart.

“ Simon, you're special.” You muttered, now Simon was surprised. You really thought that he, a ruthless killing machine, he was special. His cold heart melted after your confession. Simon, not a man of many words, hugged you instinctively. As your arms pulled him closer, he was like an addict who relapsed. The drug like influence you had on him clouded his judgment. Simon wanted to put some distance between the two of you, he loved touching you so much, he couldn't contain himself. Simon wanted to stay in control and not surrender to his primal desires, but as you looked him into the eyes and smiled sheepishly, it was over for him. After you started smiling, Simon picked you up, took you into his room, gently placing your body onto his bed. The primal desire reflected by the abrupt darkness in his eyes. You laid on his bed, a dinner served and ready for him to devour.

“Simon…” You wanted to ask what was going on, but his lips shut you up. “You have no Idea how often I think about you, princess.” Your blush darkened. Simon smirked. “Perfect.” His gaze wasn't fixated onto your eyes any more, the new target of his gaze were your lips. “Do you want this?” Simon asked for your consent, his deep and raspy voice filled with desire. You could feel the way your body reacted to Simon, a familiar knot in your stomach. You nodded.

“Say it.” He demanded,

“Yes, Simon, I want you.” Simon smirked. “ I will make you happy, Baby.” Simon promised, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you passionately, after that he attacked your neck, while his hands roamed over you. “Simon, you don't need to make me happy. I am happy if you are.” You were selfless as always, but Simon would make sure you were happy. For Simon, your dissatisfaction has never been an option.

“Shush it, luv. I am happy. Let me show you how happy you can be.” This wasn't a statement, it was a sensual promise. Simon kept touching you, his dreams coming true. He undressed you, until only your panties were left. The way Simon looked at you was truly mesmerizing. It was a mixture between a kid who plays with his new toy and a hungry predator. Simons hand gently pressed onto your lower belly, his unoccupied hands playing with your tits. Little by little, his touches became more demanding. At first, he fixated his attention onto your breast, softly kneeling your boobs as he planted even more kisses onto his neck. Your soft moans made Simon more eager to please you even more. He started sucking on your boobs, liking your nips before sucking on them as well. The knot inside you tightened, and you couldn't keep your voice down any more.

“Just like that.” He growled, moaning a little.

As he worked on your body, kneeling, your soft flesh like dough. Your judgement was clouded, and you couldn’t see straight any more. You tried to reach Simon to kiss him, but he pushed you back into the bed.

Simon fingered you slowly, passionately while sucking on your boobs simultaneously. He loved the way your back ached, and you only stammered incoherent senescence’s. He loved teasing you, dominating you.

Simon started obsessing over the fact that your eyes shut when his fingers hit your magic spot. Your wet count so intoxicating, simon could only let out a grunt as a sign of his admiration. He was way too busy playing with your boobs anyway. The knot in your stomach was ripping you apart as you leaned into Simon’s touch. Your wetness tightening around his huge fingers, Simon was so happy to see how much power he had over you. How happy he could make you. Your mindless smile after you climaxed, burned into his mind.

Determined to make your eyes roll back into your skull, he positioned his face in between your legs. Your legs were still shivering, but he wouldn’t let you relax. “Simon, please, I can’t.” You stammered, his princess was so exhausted after their foreplay, it was to die for.

Simon was starving, the deployments, the nights he was longing for you. You can’t complain that he was hungry for you, can you? Simon was about to feast. The taste of you was better than any Kentucky he could imagine. So he devoured your needy wetness, while one of his hands kept fingering you, the other pinching into your nip. Your moans became increasingly louder, the louder you moaned, the harder he became. As he noticed how your legs began to tremble again, he was pleased. Simon kept on going what he was doing, applying more pressure onto your sensitive areas. Your sensitive nips were his favourite targets. You became a trembling mess, shivering as your second climax washed over you. You were embarrassed that you just came into your roommates face, Simon, on the other hand, felt blessed. He got a taste of heaven, but he wouldn’t let you go that easily.

Simon admired his work first, afterwards he kissed your soft lip, afterwards he started attacking your collarbone, marking you as his. He smiled softly as he saw you all worked up.

Simon knelt between your open legs, as gently caressed them, putting them onto his shoulders. He unzipped his cargos, pulled down his pants as well as his shorts, showing of his length glazed with his pre-cum. A mixture of exhaustion and fear shot trough you. You shook your head, too scared of what he was trying to make you surrender to.

“I know you can do it.” Simon’s deep voice didn’t give you any options other than to surrender to his desires. He stroked his length a couple of times, rubbing it across your folds until it was covered in your juices. Simon pushed himself into you, stretching you as he entered your sacred body part. Simon prepped you so well, it didn’t hurt you too much any more, you could feel his impressive size, but the fact that he granted you two orgasms beforehand, made it easier for you to endure Simon’s size. His gaze lingered on your face, observing every micro movement which could indicate if you enjoyed this.

Simon was too pussy drunk to care about protection now. Instead, Simon pressed your legs down towards your belly, his thick cock reaching deeper into your pussy.

“My princess is doing so well.” He moaned, as he pressed your legs down further.

It was Simon’s turn to enjoy himself, despite that he played with your clit whilst fucking you. Simon wanted to pull another orgasm out of you. You looked so content after that, Simon needed to see it again. He was obsessed with the way your eyes rolled back into your skull, little did you know, that he would never let you go. A smile formed on your pretty face, as Simon pushed your legs down further.

He leaned in closer to your ear. “Such a good girl.” He purred, his deep voice, mixed up with his British accent, made your had spin, legs twitch and pussy clench. Simon sucked your tits as he fucked you relentlessly. You moaned his name again, it was music to his ears. Simon was close to losing his sanity. Your tight pussy, the moans, your soft body. It was too good to be true.

“Princess, let me know when you're close.” He demanded, the knot in his stomach was tightening. He couldn't resist it much longer. In your ecstatic state, you couldn't follow his orders. The beautiful tingle in your stomach took you over, it felt so dirty yet light and free. Getting fucked by your roommate, it's so nasty, but it wasn't just any roommate, it was Simon. Simon who carried you into your bed, who always looked out for you, who waited until you were home, who loved your cooking and who fucked you better than every boyfriend you ever had. You never expected Simon to be so selfless in the bedroom, but you loved that. If you had known this, you would have jumped on his lap the first time he visited your apartment.

The knot in your belly ripped apart, Simon who misjudged your ecstatic state, got milked by your soaking wet pussy. You milked him so well, he couldn't pull out. Simon growled. He did not mind it. Quite the opposite. Simon would love to put a baby inside you.

So he will definitely put you into the mating press again.

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[dawn-in-neocity]

going out with nct dream!

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drug use (weed), slightly suggestive

if you’re going to engage in the use of intoxicating substances please make sure to do it in a safe and responsible manner. take care of yourselves and always look out for your friends and partners.

mark

not huge on loud music and packed spaces, so he rarely goes clubbing. however, when he gets down he gets down. hands on your hips when you dance together. does not let you out of his sight. orders a FEAST’S worth of food delivery ahead, especially if you’ve been drinking. guides you out by the shoulders while holding your belongings. makes sure to get a video of you drunkenly confessing your undying love for him (he sounds equally drunk in the background).

renjun

sends you like 10 different pics for you to choose his outfit. big late night dinner before the function at your go-to pregame meal place. knows every song ever made and sings at the TOP of his lungs with you. does not stop smiling once, it’s so contagious. is in his own lil world with you. has to step outside for some cool fresh air every hour. eventually y’all get to kissing and decide that no night out dancing could be more fun than a drunk night home ( :) ) so you leave early.

jeno

makes you do a spin for him to see your full outfit. keeps getting close to your ear and telling you how good you look. matches your energy perfectly. like if you feel like grinding and getting all sticky and sweaty until the sun rises, he’s in. you usually tap out before 3am though. if you’re not too drunk you share a joint while you debrief the events of the night. rummages through your fridge for a snack before coming to bed. (repeats how hot you looked one more time).

haechan

y’all usually opt for staying in and getting wine drunk in the bath together, but when you do go out… it’s balls to the wall! tequila shots left and right. probably bar/club hopping. you guys dance like you’re never seeing each other again after the night ends. full on makes out with you on the dance floor. y’all leave when the world starts spinning a bit too much, giggling while getting into your taxi. whoever wakes up first makes the hangover meal.

jaemin

not a big drinker, but always assures you that you can have fun however you want to and he’ll be there to take care of you. has a billion kilowatt smile on while watching you dance. cups the side of your neck and pulls you in CLOSE whenever you try telling him something. does this bit where he sidles up next to you and asks if he can get you a drink. hands you a water bottle every once in a while. makes sure you do your skincare before you knock out at home.

chenle

makes rounds saying hi to people, introducing you to everyone you don’t already know. keeps nuzzling your neck because your going-out fragrance is his favorite. doesn’t let go of your hand once. takes his alcohol on the rocks to look cool, but sips from your mixed drink as a chaser. your nr 1 hypeman. kisses your cheek when someone points a camera at you (the picture turns out cute as fuck). come-hither motions at you while singing sexy back by jt.

jisung

literally only goes to these things for you. is somehow still shocked that he has fun even after the nth time. dances his ass off fr. pulls your hips back into his by your belt loops. sporadically kisses your jaw and the side of your neck. he doesn’t like staying out too late. holds your hand in both of his all the way home. as much as he loves dancing with you, his favorite part of the night is when you people watch on his balcony as you pass a joint back and forth.

[j-one25]

WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

Genre —> Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Pairing —> L. Felix x F!Reader

Synopsis —> Felix and you have been best friends since high school, now as adults you two are still as close as can be. Although, Valentine's Day comes up and you're wanting to stay in, what'll happen when Felix shows up at your door instead?

WC —> 1k

You never thought of Felix in that way. Sure, you've been best friends for a good while. Best friends all through highschool and best friends to this day, six years later. You're grateful to have him in your life, of course you are. Despite you two being so close, you've never really thought of him as a dating option. He's a great guy, really. For instance, he pays for your meals, holds your hair back when you're throwing up and makes sure you're safe while too drunk to function. When he lets you be his taste tester for when he tries new recipes, massages your feet when there sore from wearing those awful heels for hours and hours on end. There's far too much to name, but he's done more then enough for you and you wish you knew how to return it back. Although, everytime you try too, he says it's no problem at all and that's what a best friend is supposed to do and he loves doing it.

Valentine's Day was coming up in less than a week, and you, again, had no Valentine. You usually hung out with Felix and his friends and have a fun night out. However, this time, you were more in the mood on staying home and having a fun time yourself. Keeping cozy, watching some movies or shows to catch up on and order take out, just having a great time.

“Hey, I forgot to ask, is there something you want to do for Valentines day? I think the boys wanted to go to this new place a few blocks away. What do you think?” Felix asked, he's looking through your fridge for something to eat.

“Hm, no. I'm planning on just staying home this valentine. But I hope you guys have fun!” Felix looks at you, confused. “Wait, why? We can go somewhere else if you don't want too I'm sure the boys will be fine with it.”, “no, no it's not that at all. I just don't feel like going out this time, it has nothing to do with you or the boys, though. I promise.” Felix grabbed a drink before closing the fridge and making it way to you where you're sitting on a stool at the island. “Well, would you like me to join you? I don't want you to be alone, especially on Valentine's Day, sweetheart.” You smiled slightly. You loved how he would cal you cute petnames sometimes. “It's alright, I won't force you. Go out and have fun, okay?”

━━━━━━☆━━━━━━

The day of Valentine you wait until the sun starts setting. Once it does you order your take out, get your fine fragrance candles Felix got you for your birthday last year and light them as you put one on your nightstand, one on your dresser and the last two on each side of the stand that was holding up your TV. You got all your blankets and pillows and made your bed comfortable and warm for you to snuggle up in soon. You change into more comfortable clothing and grab the remote on your way back to the bed.

You get under the covers and bundle yourself up and start looking through something to watch while you wait for your food to arrive.

You hear a knock at the door, you quickly got up from your blankets and out of your bed to get the door, excited that you could finally eat your delicious food. You weren't expecting Felix to be at your doorstep with your food, though.

“Your food?” He smiles widely as he hands you your take out. “Why're you here? I thought you were with the guys?” You didnt want him to not have fun because you're alone. You knew he didn't a lot because of his idol life so you were confused and couldn't help but to feel slightly guilty. “Oh, I wanted to come here to make sure you were okay. Can I come in?” You nodded, stepping back and opening the door more so he can walk in. You close the door once he's in and locked both the bottom and top lock. “Is everything ok?”, “hm? Oh yeah, everythings fine, love. Are you?”you place your food on the counter and head to the cabinet to grab yourself a cup.

"yeah, I'm alright. I was about to eat and watch some shows, actually. Wanna join?" You weren't expecting him to agree to it, though he did. He took his shoes off and jacket and placed them where they were supposed to be before following behind you to your room where you had your food in hand and your cup with your drink in it in the other hand.

You put your drink and food down on your nightstand next to your bed and got under the covers as Felix jumped on you just to get on the bed and sit next to you. You groaned playfully in annoyance before taking a sip for your drink, then picked up your food. Felix reached across you dramatically to grab the remote and changed what you were about to watch to a movie youve been holding off on. You knew there was no changing his mind so you let him do whatever.

“Why're you really here?” You say, filling the comfortable silence after you've finished your food.

You looked over to him, seeing him focusing his attention to you as well after a few seconds. You both stared into each other's eyes for what if felt like hours. It was only a minute a most before he replied to you. Time seemed to slow down somehow and you weren't too sure why.

“...will you be mine?” You stared back at him, your heart beating faster as he mumbled those words. You were trying to figure out if you heard correctly.

“..what?” He breathed out, hoping he'd be willing enough to repeat himself again. “..will you be mine?” Your breaths became uneven a little bit.

The air was thick and not so comfortable as before. You felt like the time has stopped and nothing mattered right now, just you two.

You nodded as you were at lost for words, not trusting your voice to find the right words. Felix smiled snaked his arms around your waist, shoving his head gently where the crook of your neck was, hugging you tightly. He was so happy. Felix was so nervous and had to built up courage for a few weeks leading up til now.

“Of course I'll be yours, lixie.”

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[certifiedfreec]

thinking about some of the jjk men and their fragrance preferences….

because gojo probably smells really good all the time.

and like, normally it’s obnoxious when people go overboard with their fragrance, but there’s something about the way his cologne lingers that’s absolutely delicious. it’s sweet, maybe with some hints of cinnamon, but there’s also a spice in it that complements his brazen demeanor. it’s probably high quality- it has lots of natural elements without that artificial sting that comes with lots of big name brands. if you’re his partner, you’ll carry around his shirts or wear them whenever he’s away, sniffing them every once in a while to remind yourself of him. and, because he’s satoru gojo, it’s the one thing he gatekeeps too; you’ve asked dozens of times where in the world he’s found such a unique scent, and he only answers with that self-assured smirk and a casual shrug. “sorry, that’s confidential.” what you don’t know is that he doesn’t tell you because he loves seeing you wrapped up so adorably in his clothes; it makes that infinity-guarded heart of his fill with a new kind of warmth, and he doesn’t want that scent traveling anywhere else.

and don’t get me started on nanami. oh, this man prides himself on always smelling good.

you’ll watch him get ready for work every morning and before date nights, noticing how meticulously he spritzes his cologne on at his pulse points, how he’s careful to pat not rub the fragrance into his skin because it dulls the top notes that way. (he explained it to you one time, because of course he would know information like that.) the scent lingers in his car, in his office, and he definitely invested in it. it’s a simple yet clean fragrance- i’m thinking linen meets vetiver with a hint of mint. however, the price tag doesn’t mean that much to him; he’d happily douse your pillowcase or sheets with it so you can think of him while he’s out working overtime- anything to always associate that fresh, clean scent with him and only him.

and choso? you might’ve had to help him pick a cologne out at his quiet request, only because that little brother of his told him that most guys wear it and that there’s a ton he can choose from.

you held the practically endless sample cards up to his nose that day in the mall, only for him to visibly wince at over half the new scents that filled his darkly marked nose. it was a funny and almost endearing scene, up until he finally settled on one that he really liked and still uses to this day. it’s a little smoky, probably with some jasmine notes and sandalwood, and you think it fits his reserved personality pretty well. he didn’t quite get the concept of “a little goes a long way” at first, but now he knows just how much to apply. if you ask, he’ll spray it wherever you want to be reminded of him- your plushies, your pillows, he’ll even let you wear it. you joke that if he keeps using the cologne as often as he does, it’ll start to seep into his blood; he simply tells you he can make that happen if you like it that much.

[anamenooneowns]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖MEETING JJ

an: another moodboard/ficlet ig? is this allowed? um, youre from nyc in this one and moved to the obx, yeah. if you didnt get the memo either with the moodboard you're black and you say a few words in Spanish bc youre also hispanic (idk how to speak Spanish so if its wrong i'm apologizing beforehand😃) enjoy!

DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY

"Ma, why'd we move here again?" you groaned, tugging at your shirt to generate some sort of cool air as you walked in the sun.

Your mother ignored your question after having answered it for the umpteenth time. Rent was rising crazily in NYC and it was getting more dangerous by the day. And your family down here that she had lost contact with due to her own mother practically begged your mother to come back down and just move in, so that's exactly what your parents did.

The culture down South was something you weren't acclimated to. In NYC, people kept their heads down and kept it pushing, but you were perceived here. 'Good morning/afternoon/evening' along with 'Sir' and 'Ma'am' were integrating themselves into your vocabulary. Still, it was obvious these folks didn't exactly... like you. They didn't like the way you dressed with multiple gold chains on your neck and rings galore, or the fact that your nails were so long, and too many old people commented that they could hang onto your hoops.

It was annoying.

"Oh, mama, go into the beauty supply right there and see if they have products for our hair. Here- take this to pay for it, and get us some drinks too from the deli, it's hot as hell out here," your mother ushered you away, pushing three twenties into your hand.

You sighed and turned on your heel, going into the beauty supply and greeting the cashier before scanning the shelves. Thankfully, they had all the products your family used and it came out much cheaper than it would have in your old store when you paid for it. Next was the store at the corner of the strip mall. Your mother drove you out here since you definitely wouldn't find what you guys needed in the rich part of the island so you had to come to what your extended family called 'The Cut'.

"Dude, I-I'm tellin' you this is the right idea, when have I ever led you astr- fuck," a voice hissed.

You gasped as something wet poured down your front, ruining your crop-top and getting you sticky in the process. Slowly, you looked up, mean mug getting even meaner as you glared at some blond who was looking down at you with his eyes wide and pink lips parted like a damn fish, some other boy behind him.

You were yelling at him, that much he could tell, but all he could see was some phantom light shining behind you and making you look even more ethereal in presence and all he could hear was 'Sha la la la la, la laaaa'.

"He-fucking-llo?" you hissed, snapping your fingers in his face. "Does he have a brain or something?" was directed at his tall, brown-haired friend who sputtered as he tried to apologize for JJ, elbowing him.

"I... huh? Oh, shit! I'm sorry, my bad," he grabbed tissues and started to dry your own shirt for you making you freeze up, eyes widening while John B watched in literal horror as his dumbass best friend dabbed the paper towels against your chest.

Smack!

"Eres un idiota," was the last thing you said before leaving.

And JJ was touching his cheek and looking at the door where you left like a lovesick puppy as your fragrance of vanilla and shea butter lingered. "Dude... I think I'm in love."

an: comments and reblogs are appreciated! thanks for reading💕

[melanieph321]

Hola linda, cómo estás? Me está encantando el reto de los 10 días jajaja. podrías agregar algo obsceno de Dusan Vlahovic? ❤️❤️

Sí, claro ❤️

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 6)

Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Take A Chance

+18

Summary - Dusan asks Reader to go out with him. But you turn him down not once but twice.

Enjoy! 🙈

"Why are we here again?"

"Because we're single and need boyfriends."

"I'm not single?"

"And I don't need a boyfriend."

"Please guys, we've been over this."

A night out with your friends always began with the same old bickering of which bar you should go to and what people to talk to at the selcted bar.

It was getting old.

Not to mention, super annoying.

Especially since you've sworn to cut out brainless men from your life. Of course, this didn't leave you much to choose from. Nevertheless, no more men, and no more lazy hookups. Too bad your best friend India thought otherwise.

"Women should at least be getting laid three times a week, single or not." She stated, the three of you scoping out for the hotties upon your entrance to a buzzing location.

"So we're here to get laid? Why didn't you just say so?" Hailey frowned. However, by saying we, she really didn't mean herself. As of last month, Hailey was in a happy relationship with a guy named Frank. You liked Frank, who knew how to make a great cup of coffee.

"Because Hailey, that's what guys say, not girls." India emphasized, resulting in the three of you laughing your way over to the bar.

It was a fancy new place, opened not too long ago. You had actually been asked to come here before. However, the person who asked you out was a complete asshole, resulting in you declining his offer more than once.

"Y/N, is that you?"

Speaking of the devil.

"Well, well, well, guess you've changed your mind about me?" Dusan smirked.

He was one of those guys who always found a reason to mention their net worth sporadically in the middle of a conversation. Same for the price of his latest investments. Like a watch or a brand new Jeep.

Dusan Vlahovic was a wanna be Wolf of Wall Street kind of guy. Except, Dusan played professional football for a living, which might count as an explanation for his out of touch for a woman's desire, considering that he often had hundreds of them throwing themselves at him during a night out like this.

Everyone but you, of course.

"You must have smelled my new perfume." He chuckled cheaply. "It's the new Dior fragrance. I'm actually their newest brand ambassador."

"Cool." Your friends expressed. They were clearly taken aback by Dusan's God complex. The way he stood tall and erect, like a rooster in the morning. He had slick back hair, with a few wild hairstrands irritating his eyes.

Overall, he was gorgeous. Your type, even. However, his personality was honestly so arrogant that it had become unbearable to reject him as many times as you had. Unfortunately, he was always given a new chance to ask you out, considering that the two of you lived in the same apartment building not too far away from this very bar.

"You girls should come over to our table." He suggested. "My friends and I are happy to put your drinks on our tab."

India and Hailey shared a smug look. You, on the other hand, let your eyes roll into the back of your sockets. Dusan caught your moment of dread, winking his eye at you before leading you and your friends to his table.

The three of you were quickly introduced to Dusan's mates, four guys, a copy paste when it came to their swayed shoes and unbuttoned shirts. They also wore watches, shiny bedazzled watches that most likely told the time. But how would one know with all that bling blinding the eye at every glance.

"So...." Dusan said as he slid into the seat next to yours, resting his arm on the back of your chair. "Does this count as our first date?"

You snorted. "Keep dreaming."

His eyebrows rose with interest, your habit of rejection another game for him to play. After a few drinks shared between you, Dusan took it upon himself to tugg your chair towards him, for the two of you to sit closer together.

"Just looking after you, baby. We wouldn't want you to get too tipsy and fall off your chair, now would we?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You're such an asshole." You said, but noted the slurring of your words. Perhaps you did have too much to drink? That's what you get for trying to keep up with India, an avid drinker since your university days.

"Guys, I've got to go. I'm sorry."

"Hailey, no!"

You and India jumped out of your seats to persuade your friend to stay. However. Hailey's night was over. She had a warm bed and a boyfriend waiting for her at home. You longed to return home yourself. To wash away your sins and tuck yourself into your very own cozy bed. However, you couldn't leave India, who unfortunately took an interest in one of Dusan's friends. The two of them were bound to go home together. You just had to stay until they did. In the meantime, you had Dusan, persistently mumbling temptations in your ear.

"I'll take you to Paris someday."

"Oh, yeah, and what would the two of us do in Paris, France?"

"The usual." He shrugged. But then a dangerous smile widened his lips. "But once we are done being tourists, I'd take you back to our hotel room, five stars, of course...." You rolled your eyes. "There I'd have my way with you in the elevator, making you scream my name before we even arrived at our room."

"The elevator, you say?"

"Yes, the elevator." He purred, his voice deep in your ear, his lips close enough to carress the pulse beating in your throat. "I'd have my fingers so deep in your pussy that if I wanted to I could make you a squirter, even if you told me that you aren't one."

"I—." Out of all the tasteless endearments Dusan could have whispered in your ear, this one definitely took the prize. But at the same time, your legs crossed under the table, smothering the flaring heat between your legs.

It must be the alcohol you convinced yourself. Yes. Your terrible ability to consume alcohol without stumbling after two shots was really deceiving your mind tonight. How else would you explain the fact that you let Dusan take you home while India and Dusan's friend disappeared in an Uber together at the end of the night?

The alcohol worsened your judgment of Dusan, convincing you that he wouldn't take advantage of the situation.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to throw up."

"You are? Fuck, my apartment is closer than yours."

He really played his cards well, convincing you to step out of the elevator two floors below yours. However, you were grateful to reach a bathroom in time for you to empty your guts. Too bad your top got ruined in the process.

"Here, let's get you out of this."

You even let the asshole undress you, watching him throw your vomit stained clothes into his washing machine. You then waited patiently for him to return to the bathroom with a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.

His bed.

"Why are you even doing this?" You asked, watching Dusan as he tucked you in.

"What? Help you?" He frowned.

"Yes, and flirt with me so desperately even though you can get any ine of those girls in the bar we just left."

Dusan hid his smile while he fluffed the pillow beside your head. He then maid you raise yourself to sit so he could tuck it comfortably behind your back. "There." He said, complecant, leaving his hands to rest on each side of your head.

You were close.

Too close for comfort considering the smell of vomit on your breath. Who would want to kiss you now? Certainly not Dusan.

Yes. It was indeed embarrassing to admit that a microscopic part of you wanted Dusan's lips against yours. Maybe the alcohol enhanced your attraction for him. However, your stomach was already fluttering as the two of you sat close together in the bar, Dusan's deep and rich voice whispering in your ear.

"God, Y/N." He scoffed.

"What?" You perked up, afraid that he didn't like what he saw as his eyes were upon you, studying you like a puzzle.

Dusan shook his head, a sly smile on his lips. "You really believe that I left the bar without the girl that I wanted."

"Well, didn't you?"

"No Y/N. You're the girl that I want."

"I am?"

"Yes." He chuckled, raising his hand to pinch your cheek. "I've been dying to have you for months. Ever since we first road the elevator together. All I've wanted is for you to take a chance on me, but every time you've turned me down."

"I'm sorry." You squealed. "I really don't know...." That was a lie. You were done with brainless men. You said so yourself. Dusan, however, perhaps wasn't one of them.

Who are you kidding? Of course he was. He looked eager to kiss you despite the vomit on your breath.

"Dusan?"

"Yes?" He watched you lick your lips, the swipe of your tongue making his dick twitch below his pants.

"I want you to..." You were shy to say the words.

"Yeah?"

You perked up, adjusting the way you sat in his bed. "I really want you to...."

"Y/N, if you don't tell me what you want from me, I might go crazy." He laughed.

You emphasized the words, making sure not to slur on any of them. "Dusan, I want you to make me squirt. Please make me a squirter—."

You barely finished the words. The last thing you saw was Dusan's eyes widening before his head ducked under the covers.

"Dusan." You squealed, his lips tracing softly down your legs, causing you to throw your head back with laughter. "Please baby, not so fast."

"Baby?" Dusan's hair was tousled as his head popped out from under the covers, a boyish grin occupying his face. "You called me baby."

"I did." You smiled.

"I like that. Keep calling me that."

Another fit of laughter escaped your mouth as Dusan's head returned under the covers. His pursuit to make you a squirter started off with a couple of soft kisses to your thighs. He then moved on to reveal the soft hair covering your pussy, parting the small strands with his tounge. He did so until his tounge knocked against the bud of your clit, making you moan his name as your head flattened against the pillow, digging you deeper into a sea of utter excitement.

"Dusan."

"Fuck Y/N, you're so wet already." He started teasing you with his fingers, driving you closer to the eruption of your soul.

"Please, don't stop." You pleaded, spreading your legs with width for Dusan's fingers to sink deeper into you. He came up to kiss you, his fingers remaining inside, pumping in and out of you like a well-oiled machine.

"Dusan, please. I'm not clean." You turned your face away from his lips. However, Dusan kept returning for more, threatening to pull his fingers out of you.

"No, please. Don't." You begged, pathetically so.

"Then let me kiss you." He laughed. But didn't kid when it came to wanting your lips against his own. He was good at it too, finding a rhythm in the way that his fingers moved inside of your pussy to match the way his tounge moved inside of your mouth.

That must have been it. A combination of Dusan's fingers and mouth, a rhythmic machine that sent unbearable vibrations down your spine. Vibrations that turned into a violent twich of your pussy walls clenching around his fingers that kept penetrating your reaching edge.

"Dusan, please. I'm gonna...."

"Yes, baby. You're almost there."

"I'm gonna...."

"Yes, sweetheart. Hold on to that feeling for me."

You arched your back with the ripping sensation. A violent feeling of pleasure and pain bottled up into a narrow pipe of anticipation.

"There you go. Good girl."

A loud whimper left your mouth when you exhaled, the orgasm leaving you like a fever dream. Dusan tugged his fingers out of your pussy, holding up his drenched hand to show off the results.

"Congratulations, you're a squirter."

Your hands covered your face, embarrassed yet, happily satisfied.

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

(DAY 2)

(DAY 3)

(DAY 4)

(DAY 5)

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

Chapter 8 of Love is in the hands

Summary

After getting kicked out of his home for being queer, Suguru comes across his childhood sweetheart in a strange gay bar that is owned by his new “family”: a bunch of queer social rejects who were taken in by Yuki, an eccentric matriarch. He finds a new home (and his lost love) there.

Glimpse

“Tell me about today,” Satoru asks. His voice, still shaken by the force of his orgasm, is almost as gentle as Suguru’s. Almost. Strands of jet black hair gently sprawled over an inviting lap that is covered only by silk sheets. Pale fingers walking through the dark forest and occasionally grazing on a sensitive spot, caressing it through a sweet kiss of fingertips: that however is delicate. 

“I had a wonderful time. Still wishing you were there to witness my performance,” Suguru, lost in a field of blue fragrances and dreams, mutters in answer. “That Nanami guy. His life speaks volumes about how passion can make someone. I had a great time talking with him. Thank you, Satoru.”

Their eyes meet for a few precious moments.

“You’ve been taking the lead way too often lately so I needed to intervene,” Satoru comments. He’s always expressed his thoughtfulness in the strangest of ways, constantly hiding behind a clever joke or an even cleverer rebuttal. “When are you going back?” he asks. 

“Next week. Satorulogy keeps me really busy, you know. I hardly have a second for myself,” Suguru jokes. Hundreds of smiles seem to relay each other on his lips. He shares a few of them by letting them linger on Satoru’s bare abdomen, then lower, around his hip bone.

“Don’t kiss me there. You’re gonna make me hard again,” Satoru warns lightly with his fingers over Suguru’s cheeks. “Look at me,” he instructs. Their eyes meet again. “I’m glad you’re playing again cause I must admit that’s one of the things that made me fall for you.”

“Really?” Suguru raises a surprised eyebrow. 

“Yeah.” Satoru nods. “I had the biggest crush on you and I didn’t know how to deal with it so I pretended to be upset to get you to you to play for me. Fell deeper in love with each note,” he admits lightly.

“Satoru, you’re so sly,” Suguru accuses in bemusement and gets a tender laugh in return. The chiming sound travels through his heart like a shooting star. “I remember clearly when I realized I was in love with you,” he says.

Satoru’s curiosity is automatically set ablaze. “When was that?” he asks.

“That day at the temple. You were so pretty under the flowers and you smelled so nice that I couldn’t even breathe. I wanted to stay there forever. By your side,” Suguru says. 

Suddenly, Satoru’s entire face is painted in delight. “You’ve gotten so honest with your feelings. You used to just giggle at my excellent jokes and blush like a lovesick schoolboy but now you’re much more confident in what you say and want. Ya know? I really wish my first time was with you. And no, that one blowjob doesn’t count,” he raises a finger to amplify his point.

“Yes it does!” Suguru says, holding the brazen finger.

“No,” Satoru reiterates. His features are so soft that they seem heavenly. “I kinda wish it happened when we were older too,” he mumbles. They were fourteen, quite horny, maybe curious, undoubtedly infatuated. That’s something Suguru severely lacked as he went through life, encounters and trysts, something he missed terribly every time his lips or fingers landed on someone’s bare skin.