#i WILL make it fully public one day but hmm. not yet. not ready.

[dcviated]

@sentofight sent: "Mother, may I ask you a question?" she twiddled her thumbs. "Can you tell my more about your home country? I ... don't recall much of my time there when I was a child." they did visit her home in her timeline but that memory is blurred.

"Anything." The mage's reply is as instinctual as it was to hold her when she made a similar request. Though firm, guarded, and by all definitions 'prickly' in public Eira wore a different face around Lucina. One that few ever saw. Naga, even Chrom was only privy to various layers beneath the difficult woman's personality.

Anything. Anything she could do to make Lucina's life happier. Better than it had been in her own timeline. A place where, despite what she could only hope were the best of efforts, she had failed. To protect her. To protect Chrom. And to accomplish her other goals.

And yet. This question had a small sting to it. It isn't gone from her mind, her original intentions for coming to this country. For allying with Chrom and the Shepherds. Would those accusations and suspicions of her being a spy continue to dog her? Hopefully not.

"Hmm.. Perhaps I can put it a different way for you, dear. I remember quite fondly, when I arrived in port on my first day here. Ready to advocate and fully explain my intentions and declarations," A slight eye roll as she tilts her head back, hands folded thoughtfully in her lap. Brows then furrow in recollection.

"...only for the guards at the shore to wave me in with little care. It was startling, to say the least. And, given some of my own experiences perhaps even reckless. Ylisse, compared to Valm... it was just so casual. Valm, particularly the area where I had grown up with my family had a much more rigorous structure. Expectations. Even this many years later, when I look back towards the west, I can still feel them."

[princerevelucide]

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[brattata]

Windows

Crossposted from my AO3 account, if it seems familiar. Mature content below, so minors please DNI!

Joseph's been putting a lot of work into your real estate business, and it's really starting to pay off. You wanted to congratulate him by christening his fancy new desk in his fancy new office, but things don't go according to your plan.

Joseph Joestar x AFAB reader (no female pronouns used, but reader wears feminine clothing)

CW: Semi-public sex, exhibitionism/voyeurism, creampie, Joseph says “cunt” one (1) time 

“It’s impressive,” you admit, leaning in for an almost-kiss.

Instead of closing the distance, Joseph grabs your hands and pulls you up from the couch excitedly, leading you over to the far wall. “You haven’t seen the best part yet,” he teases. “Watch this.”

He reaches up to press a subtly disguised switch, and it becomes apparent that the “wall” is actually a massive floor-to-ceiling window, slowly revealed from behind the dark wood paneling.

“Wow,” you whisper, pressing your hand to the cool glass. Beyond it is the Manhattan skyline, breathtaking from 15 stories up. The brightness of the city obscures most of the stars, but the thousands of twinkling lights and glowing windows are beautiful in their own way. There are people behind some of those windows, you think – working late, or maybe enjoying time with their families. Maybe taking in the view with the person they love most, the way you are now.

Joseph hums a kiss into your hair, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His comforting weight against your back and impish smile reflected in the glass make you feel so warm inside, your heart could burst.

Until one of his hands slips beneath your skirt.

“JoJo!” you gasp, grabbing his wrist. “What are you doing?”

“Oh come on, don’t be coy!” he laughs. “The champagne, the perfume…that skirt, with no nylons underneath.” His smirk is undeniably sexy, but that only makes you more annoyed. “You didn’t come here for a tour of the new office.”

“No, I wanted to celebrate with you!” You pause. “In your new chair, or maybe on top of your new desk. But not in front of a window, Joseph!”

“Why not?” he asks, almost sounding genuinely perplexed.

“Someone could see!”

“Who?” he laughs again. “It’s late. No one’s watching. Even if they were, they would be too far away to see our faces.” Now he’s trailing kisses down the back of your neck, shameless as ever in exploiting your weaknesses. “And besides, I think you like an audience.”

“I-JoJo, what-,” you splutter, scandalized and yet burning at his accusation.

“I noticed last summer at Grandma Erina’s,” he replies, letting his lips brush against your nape. “When Smokey walked in on us. You remember, right?”

How could you forget? Even now, the memory has your insides twisting with a complicated emotion you can’t quite place. Like embarrassment but sharper, hotter. Exciting.

“I’d never seen you make that face before. Not to mention the way you held onto me…and well, held onto me.” Joseph pauses from tormenting your neck to flash you a dirty little grin. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”

“O-oh, Joseph, I’m. I don’t know,” you trail off. Immediately his chin comes to rest on top of your head, one arm draped around your shoulders and the other curling soothingly around your waist.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby,” he murmurs. “I only want to make you feel good.”

You take a moment, studying your feelings and Joseph’s gentle (but hopeful) expression. Then you unfasten your skirt.

Immediately Joseph lets go of you with a little whoop and a fist pump before tearing into his shirt and tie.

“God, you’re lucky you’re handsome,” you scold him good-naturedly, giggling a bit at his childishness. You kick the skirt away, opting to leave your kitten heels on. Next comes your blouse, which you unbutton slowly for Joseph’s benefit. His shirt is gone, along with his belt. He palms himself lazily over unbuttoned pants, watching your fingers work.

“Don’t forget heroic, a genius, and—“ his bragging is cut short by a low whistle as your bra is revealed, a delicate little number formed of translucent lace. Once you let the blouse fall he can fully appreciate the matching panties, cupping your ass nicely but leaving very little to the imagination. “Baby, you did come dressed to celebrate.”

When you reach back to undo the bra clasp Joseph stops you, lips back on your neck and hands rubbing your shoulders. Instead you tug the cups down until your breasts spill out, earning you a hissed “Niiice” before his hands quickly replace the lace. The contrast is delicious – warm, calloused flesh on one side, smooth and cool metal on the other. Both options have your nipples pebbling almost instantly, Joseph kneading your tits with reverence as if this is a rare treat rather than something he gets to do almost every day.

It is kind of a special occasion.

Before long his right hand drifts down your stomach, slipping deftly into your underwear. You’re so slick he can barely keep a finger on your clit, forcing a whine from you and a low groan from him. “Holy shit, you’re wet! The thought of putting on a show for some strangers gets you this worked up?”

“N-no, I’m excited for you, JoJo,” you coo, hips undulating along with his fingers. “It feels so good when you touch me.”

“Hmm, seems like I barely need to touch you at all,” he replies, back to his smug grin. With little warning he slips one finger inside you, then two, then three. There’s the tiniest sting, but you take them all easily. “See? You’re already ready for me.” It’s hard to argue when his strong, thick fingers are knuckle deep inside you and your pussy is still aching for more. “Since you want it so badly, guess it’s time to stop playing around and have some real fun.” The fingers are gone. “Bend over, baby.”

With a shaky sigh you do as you’re told, bracing your hands against the window and sliding your legs apart. You can’t resist wiggling your hips a little, asking for a playful swat from Joseph’s right hand. His left hand is suddenly gripping your ass, thumb spreading your lower lips open even wider and sweeping the gusset of your panties aside. You hear a zipper and rustling fabric, but instead of his cock, it’s a puff of warm air that caresses your pussy, followed by a firm stroke of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” you wail, leaning your forehead against the glass.

“Not until you beg for it, my love,” Joseph chuckles. “I can eat this sweet pussy all night! Make you come until you’re crying for my cock!”

“JoJo!” you moan, desperately. You want to ask what’s gotten into him, but he’s sucking hard on your clit and you can barely hold a thought. He’s always been vocal during sex, but his babbling is usually sweet, not this demanding or…filthy. You love your adorably enthusiastic Joseph, but this version is also thrilling, and it makes you wonder if you’re not the only one excited by imagining eyes on the other side of the window. He’s slurping your pussy so loudly you know it’s deliberate, groaning like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

And for another reason, you realize, when you look at your reflections and see him vigorously stroking his cock. It’s the sight that carries you over the edge: Joseph kneeling with his face buried between your legs, so turned on that he can’t help but touch himself. You come with a strangled squeal, and Joseph gives your clit an affectionate peck as if to say “good job.” He’s gripping the base of his cock so hard it looks painful.

“Fuck me, JoJo,” you gasp. “Please, please fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

You rest for a bit against the window while Joseph stands and adjusts his grip on your hips. Now there are two thumbs spreading you open completely, which you might protest as embarrassing if you weren’t turned on beyond all pretense. You suck in a breath when the head of his cock finally kisses your opening, only for him to stop before taking the plunge.

“Look at that. It’s show time after all.” Blearily, you lift your head to see a silhouette in one of the windows in the office building across from you. Whoever it is has dimmed their lights so you can’t see much other than a vague shape, but it’s easy to imagine a strange pair of eyes staring into yours as Joseph sinks deep with one thrust.

The sudden stretch and the arousal have you coming again, softly this time, an aftershock of the pleasure you got from Joseph’s tongue. He leans his weight against your ass and holds still, luxuriating in the way you ripple around him, like you want him even deeper. “Fuck, this is good! We should’ve done this sooner!”

“Yeah,” you agree dreamily, grinding back against Joseph while you wait for him to move. He pulls back and thrusts hard, making your palms squeak against the glass.

“Maybe-“ he grunts, “maybe we should try it again on Monday morning. I’ll brace you against the doorway of my office, just like this, and we can show everyone that sexy face you’re making. Show them how hard I make you come.”

“But I don’t want them to see,” you murmur back. “Those things, I only want to show them to you, JoJo.”

“S-shit,” he gasps. “Fuck, you’re so hot. So beautiful!” He has a hand around your breast again, lips, tongue, and teeth trailing across your neck and shoulders just the way you like. He presses his face next to yours and gently tilts your chin up, making you look out the window again. “It looks like our new friend agrees.”

Across from you, the silhouette’s arm is moving back and forth. You can’t really see what’s happening, but you know.

“You’re so sexy, you’ve got him jerking off in the middle of his office,” Joseph laughs breathily. He slips two fingers between your parted lips, stroking your tongue in time with his thrusts. “Who could blame him? Watching those gorgeous tits bouncing above that pretty lace. Imagining his cock is the one pounding out your hot little cunt.”

You stiffen up a bit at the vulgarity and Joseph kisses your temple, asking with his eyes if what he said was okay. “Yes, yes, fuck,” you moan around his fingers, bracing against the glass to shove yourself into his cock, demanding deeper, harder, more. Joseph tilts his head to kiss you hungrily. His wet fingers go straight to your clit where they rub and pinch until you’re whimpering into his mouth, near tears.

“He can’t even hear how wet you are,” Joseph continues. “So wet you’re dripping all over the nice new carpet.”

You laugh a little at that. “As if you’re not desperate to make an even bigger mess, JoJo,” you tease back, lips touching as you pant into each other’s mouths. “Will you clean me up, baby? After you make a mess of me?”

“Fuck yes,” Joseph groans. “I’ll do anything, anything!”

“Come for me. Come inside me. I need it so badly, JoJo.” Whether it’s a plea or a command, Joseph can’t help but obey. He presses his face between your shoulder blades and one lightly Hamon-charged fingertip to your clit, and you’re thrown off the cliff of a breathless, whiteout orgasm. It feels like every muscle in your body is clenching for Joseph’s cock. He’s scorching hot and huge inside you as he fills you up, and you wring him for every last drop. He slowly pulls out and helps you right yourself, turning your back to the window as he leans down for a kiss.

“That was amazing. I love you.” Before you can return the words he’s already sinking to his knees, nudging your legs apart so he can fit between them.

“Joseph, I’m tired,” you demur, stroking his sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

“But I still need to clean up,” he insists. When he grins at you like that, you can’t say no. “I’ll go slow, baby, I promise.”

He starts with your inner thighs, looking very pleased with himself when he gets a few giggles out of you from the ticklish sensation. When his mouth finally reaches your center it is slow and soothing. He’s not trying to force another orgasm from you – just enjoying you, caring for you, showing his love. You don’t come by the time he’s finished, but you don’t need to. You just want him to hold you, so he does.

When you reach the couch he plops down on it, keeping you cradled in his lap. He takes off both of your shoes and stretches out on his back (as much as he can), draping you across his front. He’s warm, and you can feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, and even though you know you’re going to be ungodly sore tomorrow, right now everything feels perfect.

“Thank you,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.

“Anytime, baby,” he chuckles warmly. He smiles up at you, looking happy but not as content as you feel.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, a little worried. “It was good for you, wasn't it? Not…weird?”

“Of course, it was great for me! Don’t look at me like that!” He reaches for your cheek, rubbing at the corner of your frown. “I was just, ah,” he clears his throat, adjusting your position so that you’re more beside him than on top of him. On the way down, your leg brushes what is unmistakably a semi-erection already straining against his briefs. “I was just thinking about what you said earlier, about ‘celebrating’ on my desk.”

“Absolutely not,” you groan, nuzzling against his shoulder, eyes already closed.

“Your next line is: ‘Maybe tomorrow, JoJo!’”

“Nice try.”

[dulceackles]

heyyyy, could you maybe write a one shot with ethan x reader. Ethan read some mean online comments and completely shuts down, so the rest of maneskin calls the reader to have her help them cheer Ethan up, and at the end it’s just really fluffy with a group hug including the reader?🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Silent movies | Ethan Torchio

Requested: yes

summary: Ethan reads hate comments after a long day of practice and the band decides to take the evening off and have a movie night with y/n. 

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x reader (she/her, third person)

word count: 1.4k

content and warnings: well it’s only little angst in theory, it turns fluff, little cursing.  

The rain had washed the streets the whole day and the wind had pulled threes apart the whole day. It was hard to believe that even an outdoor loving person would have wanted to step outside but gladly Ethan, Victoria, Thomas, and Damiano had had a great time practicing their new songs yet to be released. 

Damiano and Victoria were in the kitchen making Tortillas for the band and Thomas had drifted into his own thoughts after a long day of work. Ethan sat on the couch, scrolling social media through on his phone to kill some time while waiting for their dinner to be ready. He usually didn’t dig in too deep what people were talking about them online but for some reason, one specific comment section stole his attention. Maybe he should have not cared, be the bigger person and not let some internet trolls get underneath his skin but maybe it was overwhelming to see so many people agreeing on just hating him. He didn’t know what he could have ever done differently in a public eye that would have made people dislike him so much. So maybe he didn’t even want to admit to himself how much it actually hurt him.

“Ethan?” Thomas snapped Ethan out of his thoughts, he looked confused. 

“Hmm?” He answered to him noticing he had gotten up. 

“The food, It’s ready.” Thomas said, “I’ve called you like two times now.” He muttered

“Oh sorry.” Ethan got up and started to walk to the kitchen with Thomas. Thomas however had noticed that something was bothering him greatly. He hated seeing his friend sad but didn’t fully know how to bring it up.

Victoria and Damiano were already filing their Tortilla’s as Thomas and Ethan walked to the dining table. 

“You asses couldn’t wait for as, huh?” Thomas pointed at them smiling. 

“Hey, We made these!” Damiano raised his hands in defense.

It didn’t take long for Damiano and Victoria to notice Ethan’s off behavior. It was painfully clear something was bothering him, he didn’t even say much during the whole dinner and that made Victoria worried and even though she tried to carefully ask him about it, he didn’t say much. 

“What’s wrong?” Victoria had asked. 

“Nothing. Just was on Instagram and have you guys seen the way some people talk there?” Ethan answered her, gently playing with the end of his hair. 

“Don’t worry about them, like you said they’re just being rude for the sake of it. It doesn’t matter what they say.” Damiano said. 

“true.” Ethan nodded his head but Victoria could tell Ethan was still feeling low. 

“Let’s have a movie night, we’ve played all day I think it’s enough for today.” Thomas tapped his hands to the table. 

“Yeah I agree” Victoria got up, “Let’s invite y/n too, she’s probably really bored at home too.” She knew y/n was really good at cheering people up.

Y/n heard her phone’s notification sound ring as she was laying in her bed reading a book she found on sale at the nearest thrift store. 

Vic: Wanna come for a movie?

y/n: Sure, what are we watching? 

Vic: Haven’t decided yet. By the way, Ethan’s really upset. He read some comments online. So heads up. 

y/n: ohh okey, I’ll bring snacks.

It didn’t take y/n long to drive to them even if the weather was ruff and she truly was happy it didn’t because she hated to drive in dark and in rain alone. Because wasn’t that just how horror movies started?

After she had parked she quickly trotted to the front door. She knocked on it waiting for someone to open the door and let her inside out of the sharp rain. 

“Snacks or won’t open.” Ethan joked behind the door. 

“Well for god’s sake just open the door it’s pouring here.” y/n laughed at him through the door. She heard the door lock twist open. 

“I brought Popcorn,” Y/n said showing a pack of microwave popcorns in her hand.  

Y/n walked in and took her now slightly muddy shoes off. “Sorry, I tried to jump over puddles.” 

“Hii Y/n!” Victoria screamed from the living room and y/n greeted her back. 

Ethan and y/n walked into the kitchen to make the popcorns into the microwave as Damiano, Thomas, and Victoria were throwing pillows to the floor to make the best movie night living room possible. 

The microwave howled as the popcorns were popping inside. 

“Did your mom told you you’d hurt your eyes if you looked into the micro too long too close?” Y/n asked Ethan as both of them were keeping a very close eye on the popcorns, “Or was that just my mom?” 

“Oh, she did!” Ethan smiled remembering the complete urban legend his mom too had told him once. 

“I always wondered if she believed in it.” Y/n slowly said as she turned to look at him. His hair fell long alongside his back and y/n too had noticed he looked a little tense. She wondered if she should have said anything or if he was better left alone.

“Victoria told me you were a little sad today.” y/n said gently, almost whispering.

Ethan hummed, “I knew they called you here to babysit.” 

“No they didn’t.” She protested, “No one just wants that you’re sad.”

“I just saw some stupid comments, it’s not serious.” He said. The microwave peeped and he took the steaming popcorns out. 

“I mean it is serious if you’re upset by them and understandably everyone would be.”  She looked into his eyes that were staring back at hers. 

“hmm. It’s just... I guess it just makes you wonder if there’s something true about what they say.” He looked down a little bit. They started to walk to the living room. 

“Well I think no, I see not one flaw in you and nothing I would change even if I had a chance.” y/n said as she laid down to the pillow see others had made onto the floor in front of the tv.

Ethan giggled and laid down next to her. “I wouldn’t change anything in you either.” He smiled at her. 

“aww, cute.” y/n laughed and snuggled to give Ethan a little cuddle. He rested his head on the pillows. 

“I just don’t get why people have to be so mean online.” He said as he gently played with y/n’s hair in his thoughts. 

“They just don’t have anything better to do I guess. It really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them.” y/n said while drawing figures onto his hand with her fingers. 

“Yupp and besides, There’s always gonna be someone who likes you and someone who doesn’t,” Damiano said joining them on the floor and stealing the popcorn bowl. 

Ethan too got up to sit to make room on the pillows for Thomas and Victoria too. 

“That’s one thing I didn’t know though; like how much at the end of the day how much you’ll get shat on once you get noticed in the music industry,”  Victoria said as she and Thomas joined them. 

“True, well I guess sometimes people just need someone to use as a trash bag for their own negative emotions.” Thomas agreed, he reached his hand to crap a couple of popcorns. “I think, you know, we have each other and close ones and those really just are the people you need sometimes and who you know you can lean on. Yeah, You are the people whose opinions I care about, no one else.” 

“Awww.” Damiano, Victoria, Ethan, and y/n said at the same time and y/n could see that Ethan’s eyes had softened. 

Victoria wrapped his other hand around Thomas and the other one around Damiano pulling them into a hug and Thomas wrapped his hand around Ethan who then pulled y/n into the hug. 

“I love you guys,” Ethan said as they all hugged each other and he truly felt like at that moment, it really didn’t matter what they said on the internet. 

Y/n rested her head against Ethan’s chest and he pressed his cheek on top of her head yet before all of their hair got tangled with each other, they stepped back to their own seats. 

“So what are we going to watch?” Damiano asked. 

“We should watch silent movies cus people talk too much.” y/n snapped her fingers to her own pun. 

[revengeisourlullaby]

If I Never Knew You Pt.3

Pt. 1    Pt.2   Pt. 3   Pt.4   Pt.5   Pt.6

Warnings: 18+, smut in this chapter, unprotected sex, (some dom/sub themes, cunnilingus, squirting, slight breeding/impreg language, creampie, cumplay), some fluffiness follows the smut, secret relationship, angst

a/n: Part 3! This is the smut chapter. This is one of the longer ones. I hope this is meeting everyones expectations from what the first chapter had given off. Very excited to share the rest. As always requests/asks are open! :)

Word count. 3.7K

You were awakened with a light knock on the other side of Loki’s chamber door. You kept your eyes closed not wanting to have to face any conflict fresh out of sleep. Remaining in your same position you heard Thor’s voice informing Loki to feel free to make his way to the dining hall. You kept still, wanting to hear the entire conversation without any disruptions or derailings of what was meant to be said. 

“Who's the young lady between your legs, brother?”

“One I’m thinking of marrying. The only issue is her parents' blessing, something she’s yet to ask. The right time’s on the horizon, but not quite within reach.” 

“Have you spoken to father about it?”

“I have the feeling that waiting until the last moment will work best for me. A bit of chaos if you will.”

Thor chuckled

“You never change, brother.”

“Why alter something that needs not fixing?”

“That bridge is yours to cross and I will be there for you when it happens. Regardless, food will be waiting for you and your lady when you're ready to come out.”

Loki nodded his head in acknowledgment and Thor left the room. With the door closing, you stretched and turned around to face Loki. 

“So, you plan on making me your wife?”

“You were awake?!”

“I had stirred awake when your brother knocked on the door. I wasn’t faking it the whole time. Although I’ll admit, it’s nice to know you’re in this fully.”

You stood up and moved to sit in Loki’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Well, since you eavesdropped in on the conversation, are you up to eat?”

You answered, hesitantly,

“Yes...if you’re in it fully and an offer of marriage is in the near future, the least I can do to convey my undying fidelity is to be shared with you in public. I’m ready for it all.”

Standing up, you stepped to the side to let Loki up and lead the way. Once out of his quarters you walked beside him through the corridors of the palace he called home. Arriving in the dining hall to your surprise and relief everyone had already left. The two of you to be left alone. Life felt unusually at ease, anxiety was free from your bones and you had a gut feeling that at least while you were here everything would play out in your favor. It was more than comforting and for once in quite some time you were finally able to eat. A little more than you expected honestly. You hadn’t realized how much you had been depriving yourself of necessary nutrients because eating was the last thing on your mind. Everything had been cluttered for the past year. 

It wasn’t until recently that your appetite began to fizzle out. You knew you’d eventually be okay but one meal a day would eventually catch up to you. And right now it was showing.

“Hungry?”

Suddenly aware of your surroundings and Loki’s raised eyebrow you were faced with how much you had actually gone through while being stuck in your head. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t look like a pig did I?”

You shrunk, your shoulders making a poor attempt at hiding your embarrassed face.

“No, Y/N, you did not. Simply wondering how you put it all away.”

You paused wondering whether or not you should expose yourself. Relationships were all about transparency, right? 

“I haven’t been eating all that much lately. The mental has affected the physical especially within my own home and I finally felt comfortable within these walls and I completely forgot my manners. My apologies.”

“I never said to stop. Indulge till your heart and well, stomach’s content Y/N. This will be your home, thus you may behave however you see fit. There’s no need for change.”

Looking at Loki through your brow you saw that he meant what he said. The expression on his face silently communicating sincerity to you. Your embarrassment faded and was replaced with affirmation. 

Finishing in the hall you and Loki walked back into his quarters. Night had fallen over the sky completely and the hallways of the palace looked more familiar to you now. Entering his room you walked past the bed and went straight for the balcony. You looked up towards the sky, looking for the answer to all your questions to be written in the stars. You failed to hear the footsteps behind you and only became aware of Loki’s presence when his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulders.

“You know, the stars aren’t going to give you the answers with any more ease. Believe me, I’ve tried. You just have to do what you don’t want to.”

“I know I just...I just wish it would be easier. I wish we had the freedoms of the cosmos, being able to travel through the entire mass of space without thought of what's to come next.”

You turned around, resting your back against the railing. You looked down and fiddled with your fingers for a moment before you looked up at Loki. The moonlight was bright and full, casting a white shadow across his features. You were unsure of what to do with your hands so you just placed them by your sides and admired Loki for a little while longer. A small smile subconsciously formed on your face and it wasn't until Loki reached for your hands did the haze in your eyes fade.  

“If only you knew the chaos I’d bring upon worlds. If only you knew the hells I’d race through, the agony I’d suffer with if it meant you by my side...it would seem that freedom is already had, my darling.” 

“Loki, I-

“-No matter the circumstance, you will be by my side. Whatever the battle is you must face with your parents, I swear to you, you will not bear the burden alone. If you were to, then what would I be here for?”

Your hand squeezed around his own and before you got a chance to respond to him, Loki’s hand slipped from your own and tilted your chin up. Staring into your eyes before capturing you into a searing kiss. It felt warm, comfortable, and fueled by fiery passion all at once. You removed your hand from his and wrapped your arms around his neck, weaving your fingers into his hair. Loki’s hands traveled to your waist but didn’t stay long before they traveled further down and firmly grasped your ass in his hand. The action causing an airy moan to slip from you and tug on his hair tighter eliciting a similar response from him. He slipped away from your lips, smirk all too telling of what was to come next 

“Coming alive now that the moon is out? You’re like my own personal bloodsucker.”

You playfully hit his shoulder 

“Loki..” 

“What it’s true darling. You really do, come...alive at night. It’s not a problem though, I quite enjoy seeing you shed the layers you wear while the sun shines.”

Emphasizing his point he squeezed your ass again and tapped under signaling to you to jump. Wrapping your legs around his slender waist, he turned you around and walked back into his bedroom. 

“Now that you are in your element, I take it it's time for that prize you spoke of so arrogantly earlier.”

Your eyes widened realizing what you had just signed yourself up for. Loki placed you gently down on his bed and crawled over to face you directly. 

“Unfortunately...for you at least, your choice in waiting will leave you in desperate need of a pillow to keep you from waking anyone important up.” 

“You’re so snarky, what if I desire to control this evening, hmm?”

“It will be a dream short-lived my love. You and I both know you have a debilitating tendency to fall weak under my touch. It’s irresistible to you.”

Tangling your leg underneath Loki’s, you flipped yourself over so that you were now on top of him. Desperate in having at least one moment to relish in dominance over him. Situating yourself you ground yourself into his now growing arousal. Planting your hands on his chest you brought yourself forward, leaning down into his ear and rolling your hips into his once more causing him to hiss through his teeth. Licking a stripe up from his neck to his ear you ended your trail with a light nibble on his lobe. In your last-ditch effort of a display of power, you whispered in his ear,

“Don’t be dense, you and I both know you enjoy it with much fervor being like this.”

And just like that, your moment of fame was something of the past. Before you could even register that your moment was gone, Loki was already on top of you, and the dress that once adorned your soft skin was being torn down the middle, exposing your body to him.

“Loki!-”

“-My love, there was no room left for teasing. We already established that did we not? Now, to remind you of your place, I’m going to make sure you never forget it or this night we’re sharing.”

Loki snaked down your body, his hands resting on your hips bones while he nudged your sex with his nose. Squirming your way into a submissive role, you rolled your hips down in need of any type of friction. 

“Y/N, unlike some people in the room, I fully intend on giving you what you yearn for. You just have to find the willpower of patience within you. Remember I don’t like teasing.”

“But you do like to lie, which you just did right th-”

Your sentence was cut short cuz Loki had licked a tender stripe between your folds. Sending passion electric through your body. Your head lulled back into the bed fully engaged in Loki’s ministrations to your most sensitive of areas. Losing yourself in the moment you failed to notice Loki’s hands traveling up your sides and resting on your pert nipples. Rolling them between his fingers, your fingers clutched the sheets beneath you, needing something to brace yourself on. 

“Shit~ Loki, you're so good! Oh my god, don’t stop, I’m so close!”

Lifting his head up slightly you felt the change in atmosphere waiting for his smart remark to leave his lips.

“You said that with a lowercase g right?”

A little extra air left your nose signaling your light amusement to his statement. Only to follow it with a roll of your eyes still amazed by Loki’s narcissism even in such an intimate moment. The lightness in the air didn’t last long for Loki continued his attack on your cunt without warning. Smirking against your folds, he spoke

“Don’t roll your eyes at me. Unless you’re seeking punishment this evening.” 

“Fuck Loki!”

His tongue was something otherworldly, finding all your sweet spots and using it to his advantage. He rolled your nipple once more and this time added a lithe finger inside your dripping heat curling it just right to become acquainted with the cute little spongy spot within you. Your hands found refuge in his black locks, rolling your hips into his face feeling your release begin to peak over the precipice. 

“Loki, please don’t stop! I’m so close, I’m gonna cum. Please, Please Loki let me cum.”

A reinvigorated fire was now fueling Loki to help you reach your bliss and with a swift back and forth motion on your now swollen clit your orgasm washed over you in a way you hadn’t felt before. Your back arched and your thighs clamped around Loki’s head being completely overwhelmed with your climax. As your orgasm subsided you brought yourself to your elbows getting ready to return the favor to your lover. But he had other plans.

Grabbing your hips, Loki slid you down the bed closer to him and placed his mouth on your sensitive mound once more.

“Holy shit! Loki, stop, I'm so sensitive.”

Looking up at your through hooded lids, he cocked one eyebrow and questioned

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“I-uhh”

Flattening his tongue against your sex your response was lost in thin air replaced with a cry of pleasure. Loki entered another finger into your fluttering cunt and was determined on bringing you to a second rapture which was not difficult considering the aftershocks of your first one were still running through you. You felt the heat pool in your lower stomach and you began to feel the pressure build somewhere lower. For a split second, you became worried about what was going to happen next and you attempted to push Loki away from you not wanting to lose control, but his other arm kept you in place. 

“Loki, please I can’t handle it. Please!”

You weren’t quite sure what it was you were begging for. It definitely wasn’t for him to stop because you were so close but rather to save the embarrassment of what was to come. Unable to ward off your orgasm any longer, Loki’s finger made one final motion and your second orgasm was even stronger than the first. Ruining your vision and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Darling...remind me from now on to never let you writhe out of my ministries.”

Trying to calm down your heavy breathing you looked down at Loki only to be met with the sight of beads of your orgasm trail down his face and your juices glistening on his chin. The sheets beneath you beginning to turn a little cold. 

“Loki, oh my-”

Climbing up over your body, he hovered over your face. Somehow while lost in your own euphoria Loki’s shirt was discarded somewhere in the room and you were all but distracted by his toned physique.

“Don’t even think about an apology. Seeing you lose yourself in me like that was more than satisfying and this was just an extra luxury that you allowed me to enjoy.”

He emphasized his point by rubbing his fingers through your weeping pussy causing your body to jerk due to the sensitivity and Loki just smiled at you. Moaning you trailed your hand down to the pronounced tent in Loki’s pants. 

“I can’t wait any longer Loki. I need you inside of me. Please.”

Your voice faded into a whimper becoming insatiable with Loki above you. Fidgeting with the button on his pants, it didn’t take you long to have them unfastened, and slipped your hand into his pants, palming his length. Loki dropped his head into the crook of your neck, a low growl escaping his throat. Helping Loki push the fabric down the rest of his legs he positioned himself in between your hips lining himself up with your entrance. Looking up at you, you noticed there was a certain softness swimming in his eyes. 

“Y/N, you are so beautiful. Truly you are the most entrancing woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I’m more than favored to be able to call you mine.”

“Loki, I~oh fuck”

The recurring theme of your sentences being lost in translation continued when Loki prodded his tip at your entrance causing you to suck in a breath of sheer pleasure. 

“Don’t tease me, please. Just fill me up Loki, I feel so empty without you.”

A moan and an airy chuckle left Loki’s lips before he fully sheathed himself within your tight core.

“Darling, no matter how many times I have marred your womb you still remain tight as ever. Gods you feel divine.”

Moving at a slow yet devastating pace Loki’s cock was kissing your cervix and sweet spot with every single thrust. Your core clenching around him created a resistance that was licentious and overwhelming for the both of you. Loki pulled himself almost all the way out and then slammed back into your sopping cunt causing a loud high pitched moan to flee from your chords.

“Shit! Loki, do that again.”

Loki repeated the action and your back arched from the bed and your nails dug into his back racking down the length of it. This new pace and pattern of movement were moving you quickly to your third release of the evening.

“You like that Y/N. Like how my cock can make you feel like no one else can. I’m going to make sure that your insides become so familiar with my shape that nothing else will be able to satisfy you.”

Picking up his pace slightly, Loki was still slamming deep inside you. Your eyes were no longer able to stay open while lost in all the pleasure that was tingling your entire body. Quickly though that thought would be eradicated from your mind as Loki’s hand came up to your face squishing your cheeks together forcing your lips to pout.

“Look at me while I fuck you Y/N. I want to watch you fall apart underneath me. I want you to watch as I fill you with my seed, claiming you as mine forever.”

You and Loki had never let him finish inside of you and the idea of him filling you with his seed and becoming swollen with his kid had you squeezing around him tighter than you ever had. Your moans picked up in frequency and you moved your hand up to his neck bringing his face down to your so that you could share a kiss while the both of you were approaching your highs. Loki’s hand snaked down to your core and began lightly rubbing on your clit. The last bit of stimulation fully brings you to the peak of your approaching high.

“Loki, fuck. I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop. Please please please!”

Loki brought his forehead down to rest on yours. A sticky layer of sweat was evident on both your faces. His thrusts became more erratic signaling he hadn’t much time left in him before his high. 

“I love you, Y/N. More than you could fathom. And I~ahh”

This affirmation took you by surprise. You and Loki had a strong partnership and you knew that you loved each other mutually but you both had never said it out loud before. Not only did this warm your heart but it also pushed you over your threshold and your climax. Washing over you for the third time that evening. Your fluttering core cutting off Loki’s admirations for you and also sending him over his escarpment. 

“I love you too Loki, so much. I~ah fuck you feel so good still.”

Keeping your foreheads still pressed together, you stayed like that until your breathing mellowed out. Waiting for the right moment to speak again. Pulling out of you Loki watched as his seed was spilling out of you due to the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Now look at that. This is something I could get used to seeing. But more importantly, I want to ensure that your womb takes all of me.”

Taking his nimble fingers, Loki was gently pushing back his cum inside of your cunt. You were so sensitive that each time his fingers grazed your now wrecked hole, your body reacted with a quick shake and the tightening of your stomach. Your eyes kept halfway rolling into the back of your head, the overstimulation turning into something of immense ecstasy. 

“Come up here Loki.”

Sliding his way up towards the head of the bed where you were, you nestled into his chest. His skin still tacky with sweat, your bodies melding together like human puzzle pieces. Your hand was drawing mindlessly on his chest and eventually found its way to his face where you were thumbing his cheek. 

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what- of course, I did. Y/N you know that lying to you is something I find absurd. And of the few things, I refuse to lie about, intimacy is one of them. Do not fill yourself with unnecessary doubt.”

Turning his face to yours you shared another kiss with him. Tender and full of passion you were silently telling him that you understood and that the feelings were reciprocated. Pulling away from you he sat up.

“Perhaps we should run ourselves a bath. Clean ourselves up before we grow too tired to think about anything else.”

Sighing you pushed yourself up to sit upright on the bed. Lightly nodding Loki stood from the bed and was waiting for you before moving any further. You looked up at him with pleading eyes

“Carry me?”

With a roll of his eyes and a click of his tongue he begrudgingly picked you up bridal style and walked you to the bathroom of his quarters.

“You are incongruous.”

“Perhaps I am, but for us, it works.”

Setting you down on the edge of the tub Loki began drawing the bath. Steam rising up from the heat of the water. You knew it would sting on the way in but the initial burn would morph into relaxation and ease your now tense muscles. Reaching for the soap on the corner of the bath closest to you, you walked over shakily to the spout of water so that bubbles would form before the two of you got in. 

Once the water hit an appropriate height Loki helped you in, already aware of the weakness in your legs. Settling in behind you he began washing you down with one of the many washrags in the bathroom.

“You know, we’re going to have to get this out in the open a lot sooner than we were planning. Especially if you are to have my child.”

“I know. I was thinking about that. Give my silence. Let us wait till morning to run through our thoughts about how to go about this. I want to enjoy this moment with you without the worry of what’s to come next.” 

“Understood my love.”

With Loki having the last word, the two of you shared amorous silence while relaxing in the tub. Enjoying each other’s company, the silence between the two of you was necessary to think about what was going to happen next in the chaos of your life. Finishing up in the bath, you two dried off and headed off to bed. Wrapped in each other’s arms, you drifted off to sleep rather quickly. Your body exhausted from the night's affairs. Not knowing that this would be the last night you recognized what peace could ever look like.

[inviouswriting]

Bitten~

Smut

Simeon x fem!reader

Some mild warnings in place - A little sacrilege, biting, begging, a very domineering Simeon after getting bit. Orgasm delay, orgasm denial, blow job, fingering, semi-public. Good stuff~ 

It doesn’t take much to surprise Simeon. When you had used the whip of love on him on a few instances. He was excited at what more you could do with it. Leading to many nights where he spent being less of an angel. Yet treated you well, you noticed how his top hugs him, the halter leaving his shoulders uncovered.

You have been on the receiving end of a frenzied angel, you had teased him all day, unfairly. You had a feather you had traced along his back, focusing at the direct middle. Simeon had warned you about teasing him like that.

You pressed it, and soon found yourself pinned to a wall with a angel tugging aside the thin panty you wore. You both were obscured enough that no one would chance on you unless they look for you. 

Simeon silences your moans with heated kisses, a furious blush on his face at being turned on so fast. You are delicate with little scritches along the nape of his neck, ignoring the growled protest at you doing that.

He pulls your hips down to his in frequent short thrusts, his blue eyes almost look green under the light. Maybe there is something about the change and his moods. You yelp when his thrusts are more punishing bouncing you up against the wall. He had angled you just right, and you clamp your hands over your mouth to keep from sounding out too loud.

Simeon smirks, he tilts your head to his, and kisses you again. You return each of his kisses, moaning into them while he centers his thrusts just right. He feels you clench on him, close to an orgasm already, it was hard not to when his cock is nice and thick, the stretch alone has gotten you off many times more than when he thrusts harder.

You cry out louder through your hands, and think of the only other thing to muffle your voice when Simeon keeps his mouth off yours to hear you cry his name. Without another thought you sink your teeth into his right shoulder.

“Ah! Hey! That!” Simeon feels pain at first from feeling your teeth dig in. He retaliates the only way he knows and quickly tugs down the top you wear and bites back.

He makes sure to dig his fangs into your shoulder just as he feels yours. Simeon bucks wild into you as you constrict around him. He thrusts through your orgasm to push himself over, moaning into your neck as he feels you nibble along his neck adding another bite through the fabric covering it.

Simeon sucks at a spot on your neck, right above your own collar, making sure the mark he leaves is visible, both of them. When you pull back from being connected at his neck, knowing despite the fabric there is no doubt a love bite beneath it. You are met with wild blue eyes.

“My love. We are far from done here....” He let’s you down from having you pinned, you think to start adjusting your clothing. Simeon instead grabs your hands and spins you to press your front against the wall in front of you now. He lifts your skirt, and with two fingers he pushes them inside. You yelp as he holds onto your arms behind you while standing to your side.

Simeon’s fingers work their magic, you whimper as he does sinful slow pumps of his hand, enough to rock you forward and wriggling them to brush that one spot. His fingers on his gloves coated a little in white with his own seed staining the black fabric.

Your angel looks to his hand, he uses his two fingers to spread your hole open. He can see how much of his cum leaks from you as a result. Simeon bites his lip at this, he feels himself throb wanting to be buried back into you, but he needed you to beg for forgiveness for biting him. 

“Simeon! Please!” He pumps his fingers, using his thumb to rub your clit in time to his hand thrusting the digits in. Your legs already shaking as he is relentless. You could feel his demeanor change to that bit of wrath he keeps tucked away.

“Hmm? Please what? I think you owe me something.” Just when he feels your walls fluttering around his fingers. He stops moving his hand. You were right there! You almost came again from his hand. You sob in frustration, you need him now.

“S...imeon!!! I need you!” You avoid saying sorry for the bite. Simeon begins to tug his fingers back, and you panic internally at the thought of those slender digits not making you cum.

“My lamb, You did something I don’t know if I want to forgive you for yet. You should apologize for biting me. I think I saw a side in you I want to punish for once.” His tone is playful, his fingers rubbing just at the ring he slips his fingers in and out just there. You would move if he didn’t still have a firm grip on your arms to prevent you. 

“I didn’t mean to bite so hard... I am sorry! Please! Simeon! I need you! I want you!!” You plead him, you rock your hips to a rhythm he sets, but he doesn’t “quite” give you a fulfilling stretch, reducing his fingers down to a single one hooking it down towards your belly his eyes cast down to see how you stretch for him.

“Hmm? You need what from me? Apology not accepted. I think you need to get on your knees for forgiveness and pray properly to me.” Simeon leaves you feeling unsatisfied for now, and lets go of your hands to urge you to do as he instructs. 

You are quick to flip around and kneel down. Simeon glances down and you can see his unamused expression, he rubs the bite you left on his shoulder, you see the indents of your teeth on it. You almost smirk, if it weren’t for his eyes.

 With you on your knees you tilt your head back, Simeon moves closer presenting his cock to you, you can see the tip dripping with precum. You lean forward only for Simeon to tug his hips back and hold your head from moving closer.

“Ask for forgiveness.” He thrums his fingers on top of your head. You feel embarrassment creep through you, you glance up at him, he holds another treat just out of your reach.

“I’m sorry for biting you Simeon... please let me make it up to you.” You see his eyes soften, the green edge to his blue eyes is gone, and he moves closer.

“Almost ready to forgive you, but you still need to pray to me.” You are confused at what he means, and then it connects at the kneeling position. You bring your hands up and in front of you offering them up.

“Simeon, my angel, I pray that you please forgive my sinful ways. I seek your retribution for what I did. I need an angel to forgive me for the wrong I committed.” He smiles at this, and soon offers himself by moving close.

“That’s my lamb, I forgive you, now open.” You lift your head enough, and Simeon guides his dick letting it rub around your lips. You flick your tongue along the slit at the tip to taste him, a mix of yours and his taste. Simeon keeps the hand on your head and presses the tip of his cock against the flat of your tongue letting you rub it along the underside swirling right around it.

Simeon’s turn to moan out for you, and he guides himself into your waiting mouth. You relax your jaw and suck on him, your angel sighs content that you are doing this for him now. You do your best to fit all of him into your mouth sucking feverishly pulling off to stroke him till he grips your hair a little and has you take him deep into your throat and thrusts gently.

You follow his hips, tilting your head to the side to let his dick rub against the inside of your cheek. Simeon soon has enough, he deprives you of cumming down your throat after seeing you squeeze your thighs together. He was so mean in how he teased you with almost making you cum from his fingers.

You look up at him from your kneeling position, and Simeon drops to his own knees in front of you, he soon guides you onto your hands and knees facing away from him. You look over your shoulder when you feel him flip your skirt up, and tug down your panties to prevent them from riding up between you both.

Simeon hums happily to himself as he uses his fingers to spread your folds apart, he notes how much you are dripping wet, He pushes his hips forward and slides his cock along your hot folds. He hisses under his breath at how slick you are, and how his relief brushes pass him. His eyes focused on how you are slit around his dick and sliding along it.

Just when you think he was going to keep teasing you like this, you feel the head of him push into your pussy. Finally, you feel him push in slow savoring how hot and how soaked you are just for him.

Simeon leans over your back pressing his upper-half to yours, and pushes you down with himself. He keeps your rear raised as he begins to thrust hard, he moves in such a way you don’t care who hears you call his name. Your fingers dig at the ground as your angel rams into that one spot.

You see white, and he feels you grip wonderfully around him. A satisfied grunt escapes Simeon as he repeats that thrust to feel your walls squish around him. Your fingers claw at the earth below them, the sensation in your belly pools, you feel hot, very hot from Simeon going wild with you.

One of his hands sneaks underneath to rub your clit while he continues to pound into you. You even feel his balls smack against your clit when he keeps your folds spread for it. Simeon presses kisses against the right side of your neck down to your ear to breathe a hot breath on it.

“My lamb, I hope you are ready for me.. I am going to cum inside you... there is a possibility of you being bred from me, given how I am an angel. Is that okay with you? Do you want to be bred? I know you do.. I can feel how you grip me, how you don’t want to let go of my cock till it is fully milked within you.” You let out a wild groan from his words. You only wish you could see his face, what kind of expression he is making while he says these words.

You want to look over your shoulder, but Simeon plants a hand on the top of your head to keep you from doing so. He even hums in your ear grabbing a strip of cloth to wind around your head and obstruct your eyes. 

“Can’t have you going blind love.” You feel something soft on your arms, feather light, you reach for them and they’re feathers. You rub one between your thumb and fingers to feel how soft they are. Simeon summoned them to obstruct you from the world, you are now a sight for only him to behold.

“Simeon!! Please!!!! I need it! I need you! Cum!” You feel him twitch inside, and his hands move from where they are, the warmth of his front off your back. You feel hands on your waist and harder thrusts being made, all into that spot that makes you feel like you’re going to burst from pleasure. Your voice is wild and sounds out, between panted breath and his name.

Simeon edges you further onto the path to cum with him. Till he feels you clench on him like earlier, you cry out and he feels wet heat gush against the front of his pants. You feel every nerve you have let go, and Simeon keeps thrusting through your orgasm again. Feeling the way you grip tighter and tighter till he is buried deep and spends his cum into you till it spills out around his cock.

Simeon presses back down on top of you, using his wings to almost cocoon you both. His arms wrap around you, you shake underneath him as he kisses the side of your neck where he bit you earlier. You shiver and shudder in aftershocks unable to even think right. Simeon is content with this, seeing you so lost in bliss, buried deep within you, waiting for you to let go of him so he can pull out and get you both somewhere more private than the hidden garden in Purgatory Hall. 

You feel more nibbling, you also feel how your angel isn’t done with you yet. Already hardening for more at seeing how beautiful you look blissed out and moaning softly for more.

“My love is sure greedy tonight. Perhaps I need to punish you for more of these sins? What do you think? Lust and Gluttony should be fed will here. I know I have yet to be satisfied.” You hear him murmur against your ear.

“Please!! More!!”

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Hii! Could u maybe do a 12 & 13 from fluff prompts with Bucky?

Also congratulations on the milestone! 🤍

Just say yes

A/N: Beware of the fluff attack and Bucky being an absolute puppy dog!

Not my gif! Credits to the owner.

Prompts - Dancing in the kitchen & Proposal gone wrong. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: Fluff town, a curse word or two.

Word count: 1500ish

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As the saying goes, ‘everything that can go wrong, will go wrong’ Bucky found it applicable to his current situation now more than ever.

He had been planning the perfect evening while you were away on a small mission with Sam and were expected to be home in less than an hour. He’d ordered your favourite pizza, kept that special bottle of wine you’d been saving on the table with two glasses, even texted every single person in the team to not disturb once you were home. 

Bucky wanted you all to himself tonight. That and the fact that he was planning to propose. 

You arrived fifteen minutes later looking tattered and exhausted. Bucky frowned, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel as he heard the front door slam shut, concerned when he didn’t hear your usually chirpy voice, he walked out to greet you. 

“Welcome home sweetheart, how was th—”

He stopped mid-sentence after getting a good look at your state, hair in disarray, minor cuts decorating your forehead and chin. It wasn’t the first but today was supposed to be an easy one. 

“Oh you look terrible.” 

“Thanks I feel terrible.” 

Bucky chuckled, pulling you into a hug before pressing a kiss on your temple, immediately feeling your body sink into his. 

“What went wrong? I thought the mission was fairly—” 

“Yeah except it wasn’t. I’m going to take a bath okay.” 

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” 

Sighing, you gently pushed him away to get to the bathroom, peeling off the unitard as you went,  exhaustion making you forget he was waiting for a kiss, but he understood.

“Alright, don’t be too long though. I made you dinner, and I can guarantee it’s edible this time.” 

“I’m sorry babe but I’m not really hungry. All I want is sleep.” 

You mumbled, your voice laden with sleep as you reached for the door, missing Bucky’s dejected face that he quickly recovered from, not wanting you to worry. 

“How about I get you a glass of wine and patch you up?” He offered.

“Yep.”

.

You practically crawled into bed after you bathed, falling asleep instantly. Bucky climbed in shortly after, racking his brain for yet another attempt of proposing as he draped his arm across your waist, gazing at your sleeping form for a while before kissing your forehead. 

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A lingering aroma of fresh bacon and eggs woke you up the next day. Peeking through a half open eye, you saw Bucky holding a tray of food in his hands and your favourite flower between his teeth.

“God bless you Bucky Barnes!” You exclaimed, sitting up against the headboard with the biggest smile on your face, making grabby hands at the food as your stomach growled. 

He placed the tray in your lap and tucked the flower behind your ear, whispering ‘good morning’ before leaning in for a kiss which you happily returned.

Bucky had already cleared your schedule for the day, made sure that no one bothered you today, he was determined to not let you out of the house before getting that ring on your finger. 

You took turns eating yourself and feeding your super caring boyfriend who had gone through all this trouble for you, not really saying much but rather enjoying the silence you shared. 

“Hey I got us a table at that Italian restaurant that you love for dinner.” Bucky announced matter-of-factly, hiding his nervous self under the facade of a casual dinner date. 

“I’ll have to check with Agent Hill if there’s some updates after last night’s blow-up but I’m sure th—” 

“Oh that won’t be necessary.” 

“It won’t?” You eyed the man who kept his gaze on the piece of fruit he was toying with in the plate.

“Y-yeah I cleared your schedule for the day.” 

“Really?”

“Yes. I want you all to myself.” Bucky’s soft smile warmed your heart as did his honesty, making you lean forward and place a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“So it’s a date Barnes.”

“It’s a date.”

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Bucky went over his plan once more after deciding to drop the idea of proposing in a public place, he figured he would take you out for a nice meal first, get home, maybe open a nice bottle of wine with some cake and do it then. 

He still had some issues when people disturbed your peace while out at a public place or a social gathering. People would stare, ask for pictures with his vibranium arm or just generally give him the look making him utterly uncomfortable. He decided he couldn’t afford that tonight, everything had to be perfect. He even decided to take the efforts of making you a chocolate cake from scratch. 

Evening rolled by and the kitchen counter was a mess of broken eggshells, a thousand mixing bowls and spoons, the floor covered in sugar and cocoa powder while Bucky wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally got the batter in the oven. 

Looking around, he knew it would eventually have to be professionally cleaned or it would be sleeping on the couch for a week. Somehow he had to evade you from entering the kitchen until he popped the question. 

The super soldier double checked the ring box in his back pocket and set the timer, getting to make the ganache for the cake. 

“Bucky! Get in here right now!” You yelled from the bathroom, voice sounding downright pissed off. 

“Ah fuck what now.” 

Muttering under his breath, he ran, only to find your fully clothed self drenched as the water sprayed everywhere from the broken shower. 

“Oh God, are you alright?”

“Besides being fucking soaked and ruining my new dress & make-up? Oh just fabulous!” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and stepping away to let him in the mini pool.

You stood next to him shivering while he tried his best to fix it, his vibranium arm doing the trick as he closed the tap, now completely soaked the same as you. 

A tiny box fallen on the wet floor caught your attention and you bent to pick it up, gasping when you opened it to find the most beautiful diamond ring sitting inside the cushioned box. 

It felt more and more real the longer you stared at it, unable to form words, glancing at the man you loved and who, by some miracle loved you back & enough to take this next big step. 

“Bucky…” 

“Hmm?” He wasn’t paying attention.

“What uh..when did you—please look at me.” You croaked, holding the tiny box up in your palm.

Bucky’s eyes turned wide before his hand automatically went for the back pocket of his jeans from where the ring must’ve fallen.

“Fucking hell.”

“What? I hope this isn’t for someone else.” You chuckled at your terrible attempts of a joke, tears already gathering in your eyes while Bucky scratched the back of his neck nervously. 

“Okay I’m gonna do this now. Wait fuck, let me get you a towel first, you’re shivering.”

He hurried to wrap you in a fluffy towel, walked you out and sat you on the bed before knelt down on both knees and cleared his throat.

“Here we go. None of the amazing things that have happened in my life in the past few years would’ve happened, if it weren’t for you. You have been one of the most integral parts of my journey towards healing and by no means is it over, but I know I can’t go ahead without you. You’ve loved me through my worst and by some miracle continue to do so even today.” He chuckled, tears gathering in his eyes while you were down right sobbing at this point.

“I mean it wasn’t supposed to happen like this, I had a whole thing planned and now the kitchen’s a big mess and we have a pool in the bathroom. But again when has anything worked perfectly for us right?”

You giggled through tears, nodding as your mind automatically played all those memories, first date, first kiss, the first ‘i love you’s, everything. It wasn’t the smoothest ride with Bucky but it was the best and you wouldn’t have it any other ways. 

“So Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you be interested in spending the rest of your life with a semi-stable hundred year old man?” 

Wiping your tears, you knelt in front of the man yourself as fresh tears appeared, cupped Bucky’s face in your hands and kissed him with all the love you had in you.

“What do you say?” He mumbled, never breaking the kiss as he stood up with you and walked you over to the bed.

“What do you want me to say? I already found the ring.” You giggled, flopping on the bed and peeling your clothes off, dinner reservations  long forgotten. 

“Just say yes.”

“Yes.” Saying it out loud made you believe it actually happened, as Bucky climbed between your parted legs.

“Say it again.”

“Yes!” 

.

Two hours later when you were finally ready to leave the bedroom, you found yourself in the kitchen in Bucky’s arms, swaying to some 40s ballads that he put on, the floor was a complete mess but neither of you cared. The cake he’d prepared was mostly burnt - thankfully he ran to turn the oven off right before giving you your second orgasm of the night. 

But you wouldn’t trade this moment, this day or this man for anything. 

[jodiie-leighanne]

Warnings mostly angst

Draco's POV

"They will never last"

"She is too free"

"He is too controlling"

"It's purely for sex"

The not so hushed whispers echoed the halls as I walked by in direction of the potion classrooms knowing her schedule like the back of my hand. Always making sure I was the perfect gentleman, escorting her around to keep her safe maybe partly for my own peace of mind.

"Have you not heard what she.."

Two petite hands cover my eyes from behind, her floral perfume with hints of honey fill my senses. Instantly melting at her touch.

"Guess who?" She whispers delicately in my ear.

"Hmm, I don't know but my girlfriend could be here any minute"

"is that so?" She giggles going along with the game. "it is"

"Well she is one lucky girl" Chuckling to myself I peel her fingers away to regain my vision, spinning on my heels to face her. Watching the blush creep up her cheeks, there she is my Astoria.

Her moss green hues sparkle, seeing my reflection perfectly displayed in them. The earthy tones in her wavy locks make her majestic to stare at. A coy smile spreads on my lips as my two large palms reach to cup her porcelain face, rubbing my nose up the bridge of hers. I capture her lips in a gentle kiss. Gaining reactions from the people around us we didn't care. Public displays of affection was part of us we wanted everyone to know the feelings we held. Pecking her nose lightly after we separated, holding eye contact "No, he is the lucky one. The most fortunate man in the whole world" Her cheeks are now fully crimson.

Fuck she is adorable.

Our relationship started a little over six months ago, it was nothing more than sex here and there. It blossomed into what we have now.

Being in our last year of Hogwarts now, couples are forming more serious partnerships as apposed to our younger years - I solemnly swear to make her my wife one day.

Two weeks later.

Something is different, I can't put my finger on it. As I make my way to the common room seeking her out, it's been days since we properly spent time together. She said it's the constant revision for OWLS, it could well be. This pit in my stomach tells me different. Shoving those thoughts deep down I continue my stride to the dungeons, whispering the password as I enter. Immediately searching for her.

Spotting her at a table nursing a cup of tea, her side profile is even flawless. Smiling like a love struck teenager which I am by the way, I almost skip to her. Taking a seat beside her that was empty "Hey baby, I've been looking for you.." throwing an arm over her shoulder I kiss the crown of her hair, confusion hits me as she wiggles away. "Draco, There's people"

Brows furrowed in annoyance at her words, since when was that an issue. "That's never been a problem before Astoria" I spit shifting back slightly.

"Yeah? Well it is now, your just so.." Not once did she look at me, not once. She is stone cold.

"So what Astoria, hmm so what?"

"Clingy, in my space you-you don't let me breath" She retorts, gathering her belongings still not fully acknowledging my existence.

"Fuck, well I'm sorry for loving you" I stand as well ready to catch her before she flees.

Her gaze catches mine, it's an expression I can't read. Yet it makes me uneasy. Running a palm down her face, she parts her lips to speak "Look, meet me at the library midnight, w-we need to talk" with that she scurries away leaving me.

Leaving me perplexed, bruised and now fully convinced I was right all along. My girl is no longer just mine, she was never mine.

More a rental that I'd have to give back.

Mumbling a fuck under my breath, I head to my room. Mind swarmed in thought and dread for tonight.

Y/N

Technically it's way past curfew, as I sit in a dark corner of the library with just the moon shining through the floor to ceiling windows. Dusty drapes framing it, a dusky purple. Whoever chose those is seriously outdated. Truth is I don't know why I'm sat here at almost midnight.

Perhaps it's the exams looming, or the crippling insomnia either way here I am, knees pulled up to my chest, tucked inside my oversized Hufflepuff sweater, as I only wore cycle shorts forgetting the chill this end of the castle has.

Metal rimmed glasses framed my face, two Y/H/C strands hang down the sides of my cheeks the rest it pulled back into a high ponytail. A flask of black coffee charmed to stay hot and refill when it's running low sat on the oak table infront of my chair. Whilst I read a book on Science which I guess it close to potions or charms maybe. I'm not sure it's muggle related I know that.

Letting my mind get sucked into the words, it's definitely interesting that's for su..

Creaking of the library doors bring me out of my thoughts, not wanting to speak out I stayed hidden in the alcove, following slowly along the row of shelves, book still in clutched to my chest in case I need a weapon. Its pretty hefty, over thirty chapters long. Whispered shouts get louder the closer I get to the end. Peaking round I see two figures, ones sobbing words almost inaudible the other is furious yet broken, shoulder sunken down. Defeated.

My hearts aches for him.

"Just tell me why tori?" the male speaks, I recognise him. His hair is noticeable from miles, Draco Malfoy. The pretty brunette must be Astoria Greengrass the infamous royalty of Syltherin House. Self proclaimed of course, I never saw the fascination they are just regular people. Models in their own right, but still the same as you and I.

"Draco, I don't know why ok? It-it just happened we-we never meant for it but it did" She pauses choking on a cry as he stands numb "I don't regret it, I'm sorry Draco it's over"

Silence. I clutch my heart, almost as if I can feel the cracks in his forming.

"Just go, I don't need your pity"

"Draco, ple-.." Astoria reaches for him, just to have her hand shoved away. "I said get out, are you deaf. Get out, get out.." Draco bellows his voice cracking, the fight to hide those emotions he refuses to share is becoming harder.

Shaking the young Syltherin girl sprints for the door away from the hurting male.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck her" He screams, rage flowing through his veins pacing as clenched fists bunch at the sides of him. He abruptly kicks a chair causing it to land with a thud on the wooden flooring. The action makes me jump, the blue leather once in my grips flies through the air slamming to the ground.

Draco freezes glancing around the room, looking for signs of life. Backing away, I dart for the safety of darkness. "Is anyone there?" He calls out.

Brain fuzzy I keep moving, reaching my armchair I begin shoving items in my backpack not one hundred percent sure if its all mine or if I'm stealing right now. All I know is a badger is no match for an angry snake.

Satisfied I had everything, I pivot only to slam into a hard chest.

Merlin's sake.

A low growl rumbles out of the figure, I know exactly who it is and curse myself for being caught.

"Well, what do we have here? Little Hufflepuff lost her way?" Taunting tones leave his mouth, he is butt hurt and I'm just in the firing line.

"N-No I'm just leaving" pushing to get past him he places a rough palm on my shoulder keeping me still.

"Seems you may have overheard a private conversation, I suggest that mouth of yours stays quiet" Nodding profusely, just want to get back to my dorm "Pathetic whore" He steps to the side letting me past. Feet carrying me fast as his words replay in my head.

He doesn't mean it. He doesn't know you.

Draco's POV

Halls are bustling with the news of mine and Greengrass sudden break up, shocker. Its not even been 12 hours. Girls are shooting flirty smirks, Boys are smugly smiling in an 'I told you so' kind of way.

Blaise and Theo, patted my back telling me there's plenty of fish in the sea. Scoffing I shook them off. This girl won't break me.

If that's the case then why are tears stinging my eyes? Why does it feel like someone punched through my rib cage tearing my beating muscle out.

No, I will not cry here.

Deciding to seek solitude I head to the black lake, vast stretches of trees, water and fields. The only sounds around are those of nature.

Hands shoved deep in my pockets, I drag myself further to the shore line. Until out the corner of my eye a person catches my attention.

She is sat on the third rock into the water, what looks like a sketch book in her hand. Shifting her hues between the view and the pages.

Closing in, I remember her. The Hufflepuff from the library, the way I spoke to her was uncalled for. A branch breaks beneath my shoes causing her eyes to snap up to mine. Panic lacing her features, she scrambles to get off the stones.

"Hey, don't go. It's alright" Puzzled she just blinks "I owe you an apology for last night, I wasn't in my right.."

"It's ok, Draco" Her silky voice barely above a breeze, winds blow louder than her.

In the depths of the library I never got to take her in, she is quite beautiful. Kind, gentle features. Vocals soft. Typical Hufflepuff.

"Its not, how can I make it up to you?"

She sighs, appearing deep in thought.

"Let me help you heal, let me distract you.." She coos, as I'm toe to toe with her now. My eyes darken as a knowing smirk rises.

"Eww not like that you big pervert" She hisses smacking my arm, repulsion evident in her.

Bit rude.

This caused us both to burst into laughter, before I snatched the pad out her grasp. Causing her to shout 'oi', turning each page I cannot get over the sheer talent. She drew all of these, they are wonderful.

"You drew these?" I questioned, running a finger over the one of the thestrals, she captured them beautifully. They look other worldly drawn by her hand.

"I-I did.." She goes to grab the drawings back. "Their nothing special, can I have them. Please?" Scoffing, I hand it back to the shy Y/H/C artist.

"Your really talented, don't down play it.." I paused realising I hadn't asked her name.

"Y/N" She extends a small hand to me, taking it I turn it knuckles up, placing an gentleman's kiss in the centre. "Draco Malfoy"

"Oh I know who you are"

"Who doesn't?" a genuine grin is exchanged. The rest of the afternoon both forgetting our classes. We sat in that spot, talking.

Nothing more. I learnt about her, not from what she told me. Just from observing her. She made me calm, I wanted to open up to her.

Y/N is a simple singular ray of sunshine that pokes through the clouded skies, a promise of hope.

Y/N

Three months, that's how long its been since Draco and I have built an unlikely friendship. Gaining stares along with rumours about the merge of green and yellow.

We found them amusing, learning things about the apparent 'us'

"Did you hear we got caught canoodling by flitch?" Draco chuckled, tossing a grape in his mouth.

"I see your rumour and raise you, we get married in October because I'm impregnated with a bastard child" the blondes brows shoot up to his hair line as he leant back on his palms in our favourite spot.

"Very nice" He nods, causing us both to snicker.

It's been difficult a journey for sure, trying to get him to open up. He is melting slowly yet surely no longer a solid glacier.

In the midst of our time together, I've found a spot in my life I didn't realise was missing. A roughly six foot two, stubborn Jack ass size gap. It's filled, I never want it empty again.

Daily, I feel it that tether welding him to my heart. He is close yet so far. I want him, but I don't.

Confused is what I am.

Third person POV.

Sun setting on a Thursday afternoon behind the timeless castle, filled with magic, hope and expectance. School to all, home to many. Casting shadows on the grounds surrounding, in the centre of tall grass are two lost souls brought together. Caught in a world of their own, stepping into brinks of territory unknown.

Months passed of childish fooling around, innocent moments. Teaching each other new skills, life lessons.

There they lay camouflaged in the over grown sprouts, dandelion fairies floating around from the summery gusts.

Softening Syltherins arms propped under his head as he takes in the turning of earth. Next to him on her side is Y/N bathed in a yellow dress cut down to thigh length, reading poetry.

Draco notices her humming with a smile to herself, he mirrors this rolling to his left to face her "What's going on in that beautiful mind?"

Y/N blushes timidly, lashes fluttering up from her lines.

"Just reading a poem"

"Can-can you read it to me?" He stutters remembering how soothed he was a child when his mother read aloud.

Startled, she stutters stammering on her sentence "Oh, sure. I mean yeah if you want me to"

"I'd like that" He nods, throwing a warm smile.

Y/N POV

He nestle on his side closer to me now, no part of this feels uncomfortable I just wish he saw what I did.

Clearing my throat I begin, feeling how his eyes watch me. "Moments wrapped and romance that end with bitter sunrises and goodbyes. Moments so fragile and rare that I wonder.." Pausing for a second seeing him intently listening mindlessly running fingers through the ends of my hair, licking my lips I continue with a shiver gracing my spine. "If they would have the same taste not such a delicacy, but I'd still devour you" Hues meeting again he plucks the book out of my hand sitting up straighter dragging my top half down to rest my head in his lap, our bodies diagonal to each other. A pinch in his expression his sights scan the page.

"As I lay here I recall years of wavering emotions. Suppressed desires and volcanic explosions, that retreat into dormancy. I wonder could we ever flow" He sighs drifting his eyes back to hold mine, "or are we two twin flames, finding each other in the wrong life time?" That moment I break, shooting up to capture his lips, feeling him stiffen causing me to remove my touch completely. Sitting up on my knees completely embarrassed.

"Draco I-I.." He moves quickly towards me holding my arms tight. Shaking his head at me trying to stop me speaking but I carry on. "I shouldn't have, I didn't even ask how your doing recently after the break up - I just god I'm stupid"

Again, his head shakes face dropping slightly.

"No, no your not. It-it was painful you know, but someone was there for me pulling me out of the cracks. Do you know who that was?"

I shrug, thinking he means Theo or Blaise.

Chuckling he lifts my chin up to meet his soft grey eyes "You, silly it was you"

My neck and cheeks heat up instantly I just want to kiss him again, he leans nudging my face to the side placing a peck on my jaw.

"I'm not ready for a relationship right now, I can't let myself get fooled again a-and I'm not saying you would Y/N just give me time ok?"

Nodding I mumble an OK, bad feeling dissolving as he reaches around to hold me tightly. Feeling his warm breath edge towards my ear

"Do you know the funny thing about twin flames Y/N?" my head shakes as I nuzzle into his neck "They never burn out, their paths always align"

Silent tears rolled down my cheek as he swayed us I wanted to protest, tell him I was nothing like Astoria, I didn't. I waited patiently.

In the end, he was right. We never burnt out.

[romanticahwi]

Intertwined Heartbeats | l.fl

style: fluff and smut

warnings: soft dom!felix, sub!reader, cursing, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up,) love making, semi-public sex, car sex, riding, they’re sappy, let me know if I missed anything

ship: lee felix x female reader

a/n: this was meant for Valentine’s Day, but it might be a bit late due to the fact that I started this the day before, plus my power has been out for the past few days haha. enjoy!

not proof read!

minors, don’t interact.

gif is not mine; credit to the owner

-

“Babe, get dressed, we’re going out.”

You look up from your work to see your boyfriend looking at you with a soft smile, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

“What’s the occasion?” you ask playfully, knowing fully well what day it was. You see him pout, puppy eyes glistening out of sadness over what you had just said. You guys simply stare at each other, you getting more and more amused at Felix’s sad expression with every passing second. How could your boyfriend be this cute? You would never understand, but all you knew was that you felt lucky.

Eventually you let out a chuckle at his antics, finding it hilarious how he kept his childish act up for god knows how long. “Babe, do you seriously not know what today is?” you could practically hear the pout in his voice, as he walks closer to you, and seats himself on the bed. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to rest on his chest, and pressing a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder.

“Hmm, no?” you tease him further, loving how whiny and pouty he gets when you tease him. You expect him to whine even more, but the next thing you know, his lips are right by your ear, hot breath fanning across your skin.

“Well then how about you get ready, and I show you what day it is, hm?” he whispers lowly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You could practically feel your heartbeat racing, and the slightest bit of wetness at your core. Felix knows how his voice affects you, using it to his advantage whenever he wants you to do something. All you can do it nod and ignore the uncomfortable wetness in between your thighs. Felix presses one final kiss to the back of your ear before getting up himself, and heading to the living room, of course before telling you to be ready in thirty minutes.

-

You had never gotten ready so quickly, slipping on something that was comfortable yet romantic at the same time, then brushing on some light makeup. You were never really the makeup person, but you knew today was a special day for both you and Felix, so you decided it would be nice to put on a little bit. Once you finished up in your room, you step out into the living room, footsteps loud enough to make your presence known to your beautiful boyfriend, who was currently on his phone playing some sort of game. Looking up from the screen, his eyes widen at the sight of you, his jaw dropping.

“Wow.. fuck I mean... wow.” he stammers, not being able to get any other word out of his vocabulary. You giggle at his lack of vocabulary, feeling his hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him. He presses a soft kiss to you lips, then pulls back, and whispers, “fuck y/n. you really drive me crazy.”

-

You still had no idea where Felix was taking you, and you had probably asked him at least fifty times while in the car. You were genuinely surprised he hadn’t told you to shut up yet. The two of you had been driving for at least half an hour, and you still could t tell where you were going. Your boyfriend’s hand was on your thigh, while the other one was on the steering wheel, and you caught yourself staring at him face, letting lost in his features.

His beautiful plump lips that you loved to kiss so much. His adorable freckles that adorned his face so elegantly. His sparkling eyes that held so many shining stars. His fluffy hair that you loved to run your hands through when you two were cuddling. You were so terribly in love with him, and you couldn’t have been more grateful that you ended up with someone who loved more than anything in the world.

“You’re staring baby.” you hear a chuckle rumble out of his chest, deep voice lacing each word with class. You felt your cheeks flush at the realization that Felix had caught you staring, and so you buried your face into your hands out of embarrassment. You hear your boyfriend chuckle again, and then suddenly the car stopped. “We’re here.” he says, and you peek out between your fingers to see a beautiful sight in front of you.

A gorgeous river adorned with evergreen plants and dainty flowers, and fresh grass. And even better? You two were the only ones there. Your jaw dropped in awe, eyes wide from the beautiful sight in front of you. Felix really went above and beyond just for you?

“Angel, close your mouth, and follow me.” he whispers against your temple, kissing it gently, before grabbing your hand, and holding a picnic basket with the other. He drags you to a sunny, secluded area of the beautiful scenery, placing down the blanket, then motioning you to sit down. You watch him open up the basket, him pulling out small treats and snacks.

“I baked them myself,” he smiles proudly as he pulls out a small box of brownies. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable your boyfriend was, interlacing your hands, and pressing gentle kisses all over the top. You here the sweet melody of his giggles, deep voice raising in pitch as his blinding smile shines beautifully.

“You’re so cute Lix.” you say, scooting closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and pressing gentle kisses on the exposed skin of his neck. The small rumble of his giggles roar through his chest, and you felt your heart swoon at the sweet music of your boyfriends laughter. You plan to continue your loving on his neck, but all of a sudden, you feel the smoothness of chocolate in your mouth, soon realizing it was Felix’s famous brownies.

While chewing on the chocolate treat, you threw your head back in amusement. You really were so lucky.

-

The both of you spend hours at the site, smiles written across your faces, and arms around each other. You had gotten through all the food, loving how each treat and snack practically melted on your tongue. In between each bite, Felix planted a gentle kiss on your lips, sometimes even nibbling on your lip simply to rile you up. At some point, his teasing had gotten to be too much for you, so you settled yourself in his lap, surprising him, and simply planting your lips onto his, your desire already being written through.

Felix immediately kisses back, hands immediately going to wrap around your waist, as yours go to tangle in his hair. What started as a simple kiss soon turned into something more passionate, as he groans against your lips. You feel his pants tightening underneath you as you grind against him, returning the teasing.

You seriously thought you would get away with your teasing, but oh boy were you wrong. With your midstrations, Felix growls, grasp tightening on your waist, and pulling away from your lips, satisfied with the string of siliva connecting the two of you. “You’re so naughty baby. How about we take this back to the car so I can show you some real pleasure?” he says deeply in your ear. Feeling the wetness rush through your panties, you nod at his suggestion, and stand up with shaking legs.

You were in for a ride. Literally.

-

The sound of you whines fill the car, Felix’s hot tongue sucking on your clit, two fingers deep inside your cunt. He runs his tongue along your folds, tasting your sweet wetness; you felt like you were in bliss. The squelching noise of his relentless pace of his fingers stretching you out made you feel like you were in cloud nine.

“You’re so wet, and all for me, hm?” you feel his deep voice resonate against you, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. He continues to suck and lick at your wet core, eating you out like it was his last meal. You whine as you feel his teeth graze against your clit, nibbling gently, before taking it in between his lips to suck on it, all while continuing to push his fingers in and out of your heat.

Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you knew you couldn’t last much longer, and it was obvious to Felix by the way your walls were tightening over his fingers, and the pitch of your moans and whines were raising. “Are you close baby girl?” you hear him ask, and you mutter out a quiet ‘yes.’ You could feel your release approaching, but Felix being the little shit he was, he pulls away before you could come.

“Why?” you whine, annoyed that he didn’t allow you to come when you were so close.

“I want you to come on my cock angel, so how about you ride me like a good girl, hm?”

You nod wordlessly, not being able to respond as you clamber into your boyfriend’s lap. Hands going to his cock, the tip was bright red and leaking with precome. You line it up with you entrance, and sink down, the both of you sighing in pleasure.

“F-feels so good.” you moan out, feeling every inch of his cock filling you up beautifully. “Shit, you’re so tight for me.” he groans out, hands going to wrap around your waist tightly; that was surely going to bruise.

“Move whenever you’re ready, angel.” Felix whispers against your lips, before kissing you softly. Thighs shaking, you lift your hips, before sinking back down on him. You continue your movements, thighs slowly starting to ache as you feel yourself getting more desperate.

It didn’t help that Felix was nipping at your neck, slowly moving his lips up to your ear, before whispering lowly, knowing how riled up you get from his dirty talk.

“So good for me, yeah? Riding my dick so beautiful, like it was made for you.” he grunts out, hands traveling down to your ass to deliever a harsh slap. You moan out at the tip of his cock hitting your special bundle of nerves, throwing your head back at how good he was making you feel. Taking this as an opportunity, Felix tangles his fingers into your hair, griping it tightly to keep your head leaned back, before sucking dark marks against your neck and collarbones.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your release, walls tightening around his cock, making him groan out in ecstasy against your neck. The knot in your stomach was so close to bursting, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“F-Felix please, I’m so close.” you whine out, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Come for me pretty. Show me how beautiful you look when you come.”

The knot pulls tight in your stomach, as you release all over Felix’s cock. Your walls tighten around him, making him groan and come deep inside of you. You both spend minutes calming down from your highs, attempting to catch your breaths. You felt his forehead rest on yours, and you feel yourself smile, feeling the love radiating from your beautiful boyfriend.

“y/n?” you hear him call you gently. You hum in question, waiting quietly for his response.

“I love you.” he simply states, sealing it with a gentle kiss. You smile against his lips, eyes gazing at him with sheer adoration.

“I love you more. Happy Valentine’s Day baby. Thank you for another year.”

-end-

- atalia

© to romanticahwi 2021-2022. please do not repost or translate without permission.

[lixiehan]

stress reliever

pairing: chan x self insert (female)

description: college au! school was hard and you often find yourself taking life a little too seriously - that’s where chan comes in. after being paired up for a science project (that’s worth a lot of your grade), you become irritable and stressed. the problem being, chan doesn't like attitudes. 

warnings: fluff and smut themes, lots of dirty talk, male receiving oral, dom!chan, bratty and sub!reader, degradation and public sex ig???

word count: 2.5k

requested by: @coffeechangbeanie​ (slightly adapted the plot - not by much) also based on this unholy gif of chan. ur welcome

“and that leaves chan and y/n” your professor said, nodding at you both. “i expect every single person to do their part in this assignment, is that clear?” he continued. the class acknowledged his wishes, despite half of them being asleep. 

you looked to your side to see your project partner, chan, who coincidentally happened to be your current fuck buddy. you had absolutely no idea how this came to be. you were a quiet, quote-on-quote ‘nerd’ and most boys at your school didn’t look at you. at least, that was the case, until you caught chan’s attention. of course, you found him insanely attractive. after all, his big lips and buff body ran around in your mind most days. you mostly saw him at school, as well as the very few parties you attended. you never considered approaching him, though. he’s usually found beside dozens of girls (hotter and more popular than you), pretty much begging to ride him. 

you also never considered the idea that chan, of all people, would approach you and offer you help. the very few times that boys spoke to you, it usually consisted of them for help with the work that had been set. yet, the ‘relationship’ between you two started the day he saw you staring at the paper in front of you with utter distress in your eyes. 

-

“y/n, right?” he spoke from behind you, his hand making an appearance on the table next to you. instantly you felt a knot in your stomach as he leaned over you, “you are looking particularly stressed” he continued. 

“u-urm, yeah a bit” you choked out, trying to swallow your nerves away. “maths is hard” you near enough whispered, not daring to look at him. 

“hmm, that’s not good. is it?” he sympathised, which sent shivers down your spine. the deep tone in his voice made it sound more like a groan, one that you had daydreamed of frequently. you shook your head frantically in response, acknowledging his words but fearing what your mouth would blurt out. this was quickly noted by chan, who radiated confidence like you had never seen before. you felt him bend over, his mouth now level with your ear. “can’t you use your big girl words?” he whispered. “want me to help you?” 

you gasped quietly at his seductive words and although you may be shy, you certainly are not stupid. his choice of words gave away exactly what he was offering you and as nerve-racking the experience may be, you were certain that a man as fine as him was going to know what to do in the bedroom. 

and well, you were right. 

-

“so when do you wanna get this out of the way with?” chan asked, snapping you back to reality. he noticed the dazed look in your eye, it was very apparent you were daydreaming about something. “thinking about last night?” he smirked, his hand now placed firmly on your thigh. 

you tutted in response, “no actually, i wasn't”. you tried to suppress your emotion, considering his guess wasn't too far off what you were actually thinking about. “stressed” you explained in attempt to change the subject. his hand moved to your lower back, rubbing gentle circles to soothe you. although chan was strictly your fuck buddy and stress reliever, he always provided you with comfort when you needed it. “relax, y/n” he told you, “we’ll get it done and we will get a good grade for you”. 

although he wasn’t the type of student that particularly cared about his grades, he at least tried to get a half decent grade - to some extent, at least. “can we meet up in our free period tomorrow?” you looked at him, wanting to get this stupid project over and done with. he nodded, secretly knowing it meant he would get some alone time with you. 

“cool, thanks”, you smiled forgetting where you were for a second, too busy staring into the chocolate brown eyes next to you, until the loud ringing of the bell made you jump. you were relived to have an excuse to look a way from him. 

without fail, every time you made eye contact with chan you were left with a pool of wetness between your legs - he knew it, too. he would stare at you, his head slightly titled back with his perfect pink lips begging to be kissed. he would lick his lips while staring at you, making them glisten in the most beautiful way possible. from his point of view, you looked desperate for his touch and he thrived off it. he often laughed at the expression on your face when you frantically deny that you aren’t turned on - you both know he can read you like a book. 

you hopped off the lab stool before bending down to pick up your bag, making sure chan had a good view of your ass. you heard him chuckle, “already wet from a bit of eye contact?” he teased. you smirked as your back was facing him, not offering him a response to his question but rather throwing your hand up to wave him goodbye. most likely, you were going to pay for that behaviour later. chan made it clear from the very beginning that he wanted you to be verbal and most of the time you were, except the odd occasion when you felt bratty. 

although you could count on chan to help with the project, ultimately you never split assignments with anyone 50/50. there had been one too many occasions of classmates fake promising you that ‘i’ll do it later!’, for you to fully relax. you headed towards your usual spot in the library, a table that was slightly hidden away amongst the endless shelves of books before setting your books down on the table. 

you picked your phone up which led you to the realisation that only an hour had gone by. you sighed, throwing your head onto the table in frustration. this project was a lot harder than you thought it was going to be and will all due respect to chan, if you didn't understand, he wasn’t going to either. 

your entire body had been screaming for you to go home and sleep for the past four hours, yet you refused and continued to sit there in complete and utter annoyance. it wasn't until the clock read 11pm that you decided enough was enough and picked your bag up with significant force, stress seeping from every inch of your body at this point. 

when you arrived at your apartment you immediately ran to your bed, not bothering to change - sleep was your priority right now.

*buzz, buzz* 

your eyes flickered open to the painful sound of your alarm, desperately throwing your arms around until you found the sounds source. you sighed, staring at your ceiling, contemplating if the pain of going to college was worth it after all. 

forty-five minutes later you were ready and heading out of the door, ready for another day of stress. you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, smiling to yourself knowing exactly who it was going to be.

[08:49am] chan: still on for later baby girl?

[08:49am] y/n: yes

you thought by now you’d be used to the pet names he called you, but you sure as hell were not. 

[08:50am] chan: ok. excited to see your little pretty face. 

[08:51am] y/n: science project, remember? 

you rolled your eyes in annoyance and shoved your phone back in your pocket. yes, as much as you wanted to ride chan’s face and be fucked into oblivion by him, you had other priorities right now. you barely slept last night because of this stupid project, the last thing you wanted was chan to be all over you when trying to complete it. 

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"you’re late” he teased you as you walked into the science lab where you agreed to meet. your eyes gazed at your watch, which showed 1:33pm. you scoffed, “hardly”.  

you took out your laptop and textbook, tossing both onto the countertop next to chan, before making your way over to the stool to this right. he noticed your demeanour straight away, usually you would have apologised for being late - even if it was only three minutes - and you would have crawled to his side offering to make it up to him. he decided to remain quiet for the time being though, the longer your attitude lasted, the more reason he would have to get his way with you. 

you opened up the textbook to reveal the notes you spent hours on last night. “you already started?” he queried, pulling the book closer to him with a confused look on his face. 

“yes and it’s going to be a hard essay to write so we better get on with it” you noted, opening up a word document on your computer. 

“and you started writing it?” he asked, this time in disbelief. 

“only a few hundred words” you shrugged like it was nothing, even though it took you hours. he sighed, “its a project for two people, y’know?” 

“yes chan, of course i know that. i was in the class with you when it was given, was i not?” you snapped at him, running your hands through your hair in frustration. he meant nothing by his words and you knew he was right, you probably should have waited to start it but your inability to cope with stress takes over you sometimes. 

“attitude, y/n” he warned you sternly. alongside the rule of always being verbal and answering his questions, chan also had a rule against bratty attitudes. if he sensed an attitude on you, he would fix it via a punishment - something you were *somewhat* familiar with. the few times you were bratty it was usually because of how irritable you become when stressed. “was just saying”, he defended himself. 

you ignored his warning, continuing with “you weren’t gonna be the one to do the background reading, were you chan?”. 

once you made the mistake of turning to face him and realising he had an eyebrow raised at you and a dark look in his eye, you knew you well and truly fucked up. 

“get on your knees” he ordered you, which for some reason, took you by surprise. you gulped, hesitating for a moment before he told you for a second time. “don’t make me ask three times, princess”. 

you scrambled to the floor and placing yourself under the desk and in-between his legs. “what have i warned you about multiple times?” he asked, placing his finger on your chin, forcing you to look at his eyes. 

“n-not to be a brat” you stuttered, his gaze making you nervous. 

“that’s right” he hummed. “and what do you continue to do?” 

“b-be a brat”, you admitted. with deadline season around the corner you hadn’t been able to help your attitude lately. 

he nodded, appreciating your honesty. “now, i’m going to fuck that attitude right out of our mouth” he told you as he slowly lowered his jeans. “and you’re going to take it like the good girl i know you are. isn't that right?” 

you nodded frantically and bit your lip, scared you may end up saying something you shouldn’t. “remember princess, you gotta be quiet otherwise we’ll end up with an audience” he warned you. “but something tells me my pretty little slut would like that” he hummed, running his hands through your hair before grabbing it in order to control your head. you instantly felt the heat rise in-between your legs as you listened to his filthy words. 

you opened your mouth wide in anticipation for him, hoping it would work your way to his good side. he teased his member at the end of your mouth, knowing you probably wanted this more than he did. you felt his grip tighten on your hair as he pushed his way into your mouth with no warning. you battered your eyelashes up at him, hallowing your cheeks and trying to suppress your urges to gag. 

“you like being used like this, don’t you” he groaned in a low tone. your mouth felt insane around him, there was no way he was ever going to get used to this feeling. you hummed in response, sending vibrations down his member and earning another honey glazed moan from him. 

you tapped his leg and he pulled back, knowing that was your indication that you needed to breathe. you still hadn’t learnt to take him like this fully, his sheer size being too much for your petite mouth, but he loved the way your mouth looked so full as he thrusted in and out of it.

“god, look at you” he appreciated, “you're taking me so well after that bratty little outburst of yours” he groaned, his head rolling back in pleasure. 

although you could hardly ignore the pool of wetness that was growing in your underwear, you were aware chan would catch onto any slight movements you made to try and release yourself. right now, you had to focus on your breathing and making chan cum. 

although he was being careful not to be too rough with you, his pace picked up slightly as you drew him closer to the edge. you moaned around his member again, adoring the sight you saw above you. “fuck baby” he moaned, i'm gonna cum all over that tongue of yours”. 

you wiggled in excitement at his words. you adored the taste of him (considering he ate exceptionally well), but you adored the fact that you were the one that made him feel that good. 

his thrusts continued to pick up pace as you coughed slightly around him, but moments later he came undone all over your mouth. “hold it” he told you as he bent down to pick you up from the floor. he did this a lot, he liked to watch and make sure you swallow his cum - otherwise there’d be another punishment over his lap. 

you obeyed, waiting for his instructions. “okay, you can swallow”. you promptly swallowed his mess, opening your mouth wide to prove to him it had all gone. 

“that's my good girl” he cooed, pulling you onto his lap into a gentler manner. “what’s with the attitudes, huh?” he asked. now he punished you, it was time to make sure you were actually okay. 

“sorry, channie” you apologised, twiddling with your thumbs. “been really stressed. shouldn’t have taken it out on you” you admitted. 

“yeah, you shouldn’t have” he nodded, “but it’s okay. feel better now?” he asked, brushing your hair behind your ear. you nodded in response, your stress levels now significantly lower. “talk to me properly next time princess. i’ll help you” 

you agreed to approach him next time you felt like this, knowing it would be better for both of you. you placed a small kiss on his plump lips, hoping off his lap and sitting next to him - suddenly remembering someone could enter at any second. he giggled at you, considering you didn’t care if someone entered 5 minutes ago.  

“thanks chan” you smiled at him, picking up the pen in front of you, ready to give this project another go. 

“no problem princess. i like being your personal stress reliever”

[nctsjiho]

2 PM Suffering

Click here for Part 2 (there’s also a link at the bottom of the post)

warnings: consumption of alcohol and medication(aspirin), anxiety, stress, insomnia. I do not condone mixing alcohol with medication, it can be very harmful to the body. This story is purely for entertainment only. It’s not super angsty but I do want to warn you in case any of the aforementioned warnings can be triggering to you.

era: April 2021

❀ While the rest of NCT 127 is gone to shoot a schedule JiHo suffers alone in her dorm room, but Xiaojun comes to her rescue

It had been a few weeks since JiHo got withheld from NCT schedules until they could handle all the contractual issues. The initial meeting with the higher-ups in SM had really taken a toll on her mental health. The thought of maybe not being able to return to NCT and maybe even being dropped by SM was something she didn’t want to think about.

JiHo had been in so many meetings with SM, she couldn’t talk about it with the boys, all she could do was watch them continue on as NCT while she was hidden away from the public.

All that stress had caused her to have severe headaches almost daily at this point. She was awake until early in the morning, not being able to sleep, and then falling asleep due to pure exhaustion. And when she woke up only 2 hours after she had fallen asleep the cycle continued. Meeting, individual practise, meeting, yet another meeting, again individual practise, going home, sleep (or at least trying to).

It was currently 2 in the afternoon. She was home alone as all the boys were shooting some kind of top model series for the NCT 127 YouTube channel. Even though today was a day free of meetings for JiHo, she couldn’t help but still feel stressed and anxious. She hadn’t slept for at least 32 hours and the fact that she still couldn’t sleep was stressing her out even more.

She was sat on the floor of her room, relocated after her spot in her bed had became insufferably hot. She reached for the bottle of juice situated on her nightstand. She had bought it 2 days ago at the convenience store on her way back home. At the time she didn’t realise it was alcoholic, but after she had 2 glasses and she felt a comforting buzz in her chest, she knew it wasn’t just regular juice.

When she finished said second glass about an hour ago, she realised how it for some reason calmed her anxiety the tiniest bit. But the tiniest bit felt like such a relief. The lingering headache was the only thing - that’s what she made herself belief at least - that was keeping her from falling asleep.

Unfocused eyes watched how the small white container rolled in her hand. JiHo didn’t belief in medication. Pain relievers, cough syrups, even to anti-depressants, they only worked if you believed they would work. That was her opinion on that, yet at this point she had become so desperate having not slept for such a long period of time. “Just one won’t be that bad right? If they don’t work, then they don’t work.” She tried to convinced herself.

Three whole pills later and another glass of her ‘juice’ and JiHo had grown only more desperate. The headache had subsided for only a few minutes, so when it came back thrice as bad her anxiety had gone through the roof. She threw her head back in agony as her body shook violently.

“JiHo?” A shout came from the front door after it opened. “Taeyong hyung asked Kun ge to come check on you, but he couldn’t so I’m here with food and-” As soon as Xiaojun opened the door of JiHo’s room and saw the state the girl was in, he dropped the food he was holding and rushed over to JiHo. “What’s wrong? JiHo? Talk to me, what happened?”

JiHo’s face was flushed completely red, he hands balled up in fists tangled with her hair and her body was noticeably shaking. Thankfully he hadn’t come in 10 minutes earlier when she was a lot worse, JiHo thought.

Not receiving an answer Xiaojun’s eyes desperately searched the room for JiHo’s phone. Maybe he could reach one of the members, since his phone died just a few minutes before he had gotten to her dorm - he was relieved that he had memorised the passcode to the dorm’s door before it died, what would have happened if he couldn’t go in?

But as Xiaojun’s eyes looked around, his gaze fell on the juice bottle. He had recognised it as something Winwin once brought home to try it with the boys. “Isn’t that alcohol? But you don’t drink...” He could vividly remember JiHo say she didn’t like the taste of most alcohol, but more than that she just chose not to drink as it was something she didn’t feel like doing.

Xiaojun didn’t expect an answer so when it didn’t come he wasn’t surprised. “You drank a lot.” He picked up the bottle to see there was only enough left for half a glass. “JiHo-” “I bought it by mistake. But it’s helping my anxiety.” Xiaojun sighed at the words. He knew vaguely what was going on, but he never knew she was suffering from anxiety because of it. More so, he was sure none of the boys knew, because they wouldn’t have left JiHo alone like this if that was the case. He was aware of how overprotective the boys could be. Doyoung would’ve sent her to stay with WayV or Dream if he knew about this. So clearly he didn’t know.

“You shouldn’t drink like this though-” “What else am I supposed to do. I can barely sleep these days.” It was like she was straining her vocal cords just to speak. It sounded painful and the cough which followed only made it worse. “And these don’t help either.” JiHo mustered up all her strength to lift the almost weightless bottle of aspirin. Xiaojun’s eyes widened and his ja dropped at the sight. “You’ve been drinking and taking medication? You know you shouldn’t be mixing-” “I know. I’ve stopped taking them now, they only make my headache worse.”

The words couldn’t leave his mouth as the words dawned on him. She had stopped taking them. So she had taken more than one? And she had been drinking alcohol. “We might need to go to the hospital-” “No!” JiHo’s sudden grip on Xiaojun’s wrist startled him greatly. Her grip only getting tighter as she leaned in and that’s when Xiaojun finally took in her appearance.

He cheeks were flushed as well as her ears. Her lips were a bit swollen and her eyes bloodshot. The other hand that wasn’t stopping blood circulation towards Xiaojun’s hand was trembling in her lap. “I don’t need to go to the hospital.” She carefully enunciated every word, the look in her eyes almost terrifying the boy. “But let’s at least call Doyoung hyung-” There was no need for JiHo to interject with words to stop him from talking. Her shaking her head aggressively already did the job. “Okay, we won’t call anyone.” He whispered.

Xiaojun watched JiHo as she retracted her hand and brought her knees to her chest, face now hidden behind her hands.

Useless was the best way to describe how Xiaojun was feeling right now. He could only watch as someone, he had learned to care about over the past year and a half, suffer alone. He wished he could take away her pain, that he could make her fall asleep, that he could take away the thoughts that were keeping her awake and were stressing her out. But he couldn’t do anything.

“I brought food.” “I don’t think I can eat. I’ll throw up.”

“Do you want me to bring you some water?” “I already have some on my nightstand.”

“Should I bring you some tea?” “No thank you.”

“What can I do to help?” “Nothing.”

“Should I sing you a song?” “...”

Xiaojun fully expected to get his question shot down again. All his tries in the past 20 minutes were all unsuccessful. But when there was silence from the girl, a little spark of hope filled his heart. There was no “no” coming from her lips. And though he had loved an actual answer, the silence was the best response he had gotten so far.

It stayed quiet for another minute before Xiaojun stood up. He squatted down again to hook one of his arms under JiHo’s legs, and the other supported her back. He lifted the smaller girl up effortlessly and than eased her down onto her bed. He tucked her in with one of her thinner, but not the thinnest, blankets knowing she said she was feeling hot before and then settled down next to her bed.

His head was close to hers. JiHo’s eyes staring directly into his, which almost had him flustered but the situation helped keep his cool. He brought a hand to her hair and tucked it behind her ear as he kept stroking her head. “Close your eyes hmm?” She did as she was told and in a matter of seconds the soft voice of Xiaojun reached her ears.

The song he was singing wasn’t one she was familiar with, but JiHo didn’t care. Xiaojun’s angelic voice seemed to calm down her racing thoughts. Her body visibly relaxed which made the boy smile. His hand continued to stroke the side of JiHo’s head, the sight of her features softening, making his heart melt. Once he finished the song JiHo’s eyes fluttered opened slowly.

It was somewhat disappointing that his singing hadn’t succeeded in making her fall asleep. “Can you stay here for a while?” Xiaojun nodded his head without a second thought causing JiHo to give him a small smile and thank him.

Getting ready to sing another song, Xiaojun halted when JiHo shifted in her bed. She moved away from him before patting the spot next to her. It was an invitation for him to lay next to her. He hesitated for a second, not sure if it was actually okay for him to lay down in the same bed as her. Maybe it was the alcohol lingering in JiHo’s system, but when JiHo patted the spot again he climbed in anyway.

Eyes fixed on the ceiling as the words to ‘For Life’ by EXO left Xiaojun’s lips. He didn’t see, but could sense the girl next to him drifting to sleep. Her breath calmed significantly until she was breathing in a slow steady rhythm. The boy smiled, happy that he ended up being able to help her in some way. But he made a mental note to let Taeyong or Doyoung know about what happened earlier, along with telling them she was suffering from anxiety and insomnia, hoping that maybe the members closer to her were able to keep an eye on her and help her out.

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Part 2

Side note: Again, I just want to put out there that you should NEVER mix alcohol with medication, please please don’t do it. I don’t condone such a thing, this story is purely fictional, I’m not a doctor so I don’t know in which doses alcohol and aspirin can be harmful to the body, but in general DO NOT mix alcohol with medication. Medication should only be taken as prescribed or as instructed by doctors or the manual (?) that comes with the medication.

[suchalonelysunflower]

“Mine. Yours. Ours” (l.h)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings X Reader

Summary: You and Luke decided to keep your relationship a secret. But what happens when he accidentally let it slip?

Warnings: The reader uses she/her pronouns, sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable with that, it was not my intention. Besides that None! Pure fluff and maybe some mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry, I’m trying and I will get better)

Word Count: 1.8 K

Author’s note: My first Luke piece just in time for his birthday! I struggled to find inspiration for this, but it came out of nowhere and I’m really happy with the result, hope you like it too 💕 Remember that all comments, reblogs and feedback are welcome! I will love to hear your thoughts on this! And you can find my other fics HERE. Thank you so so much, happy Luke Day! 🦋

“Good luck today, bub 😊💕”

Luke must’ve read that message time and time again in a matter of minutes, making it hard for him to erase that cheerful grin out of his face as he quickly typed a cute response. He was glad that his band mates were too busy in their own little world to notice and tease him about it.

But if he was being honest, he didn’t mind at all. In fact, everything his mates said about him was true: he was an idiot in love and he wasn’t afraid to show it, at least with them he wasn’t.

You both came to an agreement to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. Knowing how the media worked, Luke didn’t want to expose you to that so soon but, even though you said you were okay with it, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty and insecure. He notices the way you would frown when you had to pull away from each other in public, making it seem like you’re just friends or when you couldn’t hold his hand or kiss him in the middle of the street. If he could, he would show you off to the entire universe, shouting from the top of his lungs how happy and in love he was with you.

But he was scared, he didn’t want to lose you if all of it became too much for you, however, he knew that maybe one day you’ll get tired of all the secrecy and leave. He couldn’t blame you either way, but he’ll be devastated without you.

Scanning the text over and over again, Luke’s butterflies quickly became insecurities. He felt his stomach drop at the thought of not being with you and an urge to hold you as close as he could, just to make sure you’d still be there.

“Mate?” Ashton called for his attention.

Luke lifted his head and noticed that he was the only one left in the van. Shoving his phone on his back pocket, he ducked his way out of the car and onto the parking lot of the radio station, ready to face yet another day of countless interviews and promos.

One of the producers of the program was already waiting for them, escorting the band around the building and giving a few pointers to take into account. Luke wasn’t really paying attention to her, in his head he was still curled up in bed next to you, cuddling until one of you caved into their need of a morning coffee. He left today with the image of you peacefully sleeping under a mess of tangled sheets, wanting nothing more than to stay next to you a little longer.

“Hey guys!” The host said, snapping Luke out of his happy thoughts “We just cut to break so you’re on for the next bit. Nothing too crazy, just a few questions and a little game if you’re up for it”

“Sounds good” muttered the boys as they sat around the table adjusting their mics and headphones.

“Hey. You good, man?” Ashton whispered to Luke “You seem to be drifting into elevator mode again”

The blond man nodded “Just got my head somewhere else” but before his friend could ask where exactly, the classic gingle of the station resonated in their headphones, letting them know that the interview was about to start.

“Welcome back everybody!” The cheerful voice of the host filled the room “I’m here with the biggest band no one's ever heard of, the Australians who took on the world by storm in 2012 and haven’t stopped since, selling record after record and stealing the hearts of everyone around them. Everyone give up for 5 Seconds of Summer!” The crew around the booth clapped and cheered “Welcome, guys. Thank you for being here”

“Thank you for having us” Luke answered.

“Great! I wanted to talk about…”

It was always the same. One or two questions about their personal life, more questions regarding the album or the single, what are the plans for the tour, what city are you most excited to visit.. the boys knew it all and they knew how to handle it, always bringing the same charisma and easiness to it as they do in their everyday life.

The host was very fun as well, bringing up a few laughs and inside jokes among the four Australians, making it much easier for Luke to relax and enjoy the moment and for his mind not to drift constantly to you.

“Okay, now before you guys go. How about we play a game?” The host announced, pleased with the agreeing sounds of the band “We are going to go around the table and I’m going to give each of you a few prompts and sentences that you would have to answer as fast as you can, no more than 3 seconds. That sounds right? Okay, who wants to go first?”

“I can go first” offered Michael from across the table.

“Okay Michael, you have 3 seconds on the clock. Ready? And,,, The thing I could never live without is…”

“Internet”

“The person who I would call to hide a dead body would be…”

“Moose” he said, earning fits of laughter across the room “What? I wouldn’t trust these guys to hide a body! At least Moose can dig!”

The game went on like that for a few minutes. Each answer more crazy than the last, making everyone laugh and tease each other afterwards.

Then it was Luke’s turn, being the last one on the table he had all eyes on him.

“I’m kinda nervous” he laugh into the mic.

“Don’t be, it’s just a game! Now, ready Luke?” The frontman nodded “My guilty pleasure is…”

“Love Island” he answered, trying to hold a giggle as he heard his band mates laugh “What? You’ve seen it too!”

“Didn’t we all at some point? Okay, I want to do a collab with…”

“Yungblud, definitely”

“The person who makes me the happiest is…”

“Y/N”

His eyes winded as soon as your name left his lips. He looked around and saw with panic in his stare as the laugh of his mates died down, each of them slowly realizing what the blond man just said, creating a silence that covered the room like a cloak.

A million emotions ran through his head in the matter of an instant. Cursing himself for letting it slide so easily, throwing away all the effort you put into keeping it a secret without even realizing it until it was too late. But at the same time, he felt an overwhelming sense of freedom and happiness, like he could finally let go of that baggage, leaving it behind forever.

“Y/N?” Asked the host who quickly catches up “Is that..”

“That’s my girl” Luke said as he took a breath “The person who makes me the happiest man on earth for sure”

“Well this is news for everybody!”

“Well yes, we wanted to keep it on the downlow for a while but, she’s the love of my life, mate. Couldn’t keep it any longer”

Luke smiled at the thought of you, not even trying to hide it. The secret was out, and he was fine with it, happy even! Happy that he could call you his in front of everyone. His eyes skimmed around the room and he was relieved to see smiles plastered onto his friends’ faces.

“It was about damn time” Calum said. Making everyone laugh again.

When the interviews and promos finally ended it was late into the evening and Luke went straight home. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t a little bit scared of how you might take the news. He was a lot scared. What if you didn’t want this? Would you leave him? What if it became too much for you to handle?

A million questions ran through his head as he opened the door. But he felt all of his fears went away as he heard the music coming out of the kitchen.

You were listening to Taylor Swift whilst making dinner for the two of you, singing softly along the music and not really noticing Luke leaning against the kitchen frame. He watch with soft eyes as you swing and dance to the beat, audibly sighing as he took you in, falling in love once again, just like every night.

It wasn’t until you both heard Petunia’s little bark that you broke out of the spell. You turned around to see Luke kneeling down to give his little doggy a kiss and pat her head.

“Hey baby!” You greeted him as you turned the stove off “Dinner will be ready in a few I just need-“

“I talked about you today”

You froze. He what?!

“You- you what?”

Turning to face him. You saw his tall figure walking towards you with a smile drawn into his face. Once he was fully in front of you, Luke wrapped his arms around your waist, softly looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort or hatred.

“They asked who makes me the happiest person in the world,” he lifted his hand to caress your cheek “and I couldn’t think of anyone else that wasn’t you, because there isn’t one. So I said your name”

You felt your eyes start to water, your smile growing as the feeling of butterflies filled your stomach “So that means…?”

“The secret is out. No more hiding, love. The world needs to know that you’re mine and I’m yours”

Happiness came over you as you lifted your arms and brought them behind Luke’s neck, pulling him closer until your lips met. Melting in his gentle touch, you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss, feeling as if a thousand sparks covered your bodies. Muttering “I love you’s” and sweet nothings into every kiss, allowing him to be yours and you to be his.

Luke pressed his forehead to yours, kissing the tip of your nose as you softly giggled. “I love you” he said, looking into your eyes “I love you and I’m so glad I can tell the world that I’m in love with you, Y/N”

“No more secrets, Luke.” You sighed as his lips traveled down your neck “Though, I have to admit that sneaking out was fun while it lasted”

“Hmm, naughty girl” he muttered against your sweet spot. Making you quietly moan under his touch.

“God. I love you”

He brought his lips to yours once more, smiling into it as he heard the familiar tune of your favorite song play through the speaker.

Luke took a step back, adopting a straightened pose as he bowed in front of you, offering you his hand “Dance with me, love?”

You giggled as you took his hand and placed the other one in his shoulder, letting him put his hand on your lower back and guide you through the living room in a dance that was so enchanting it felt like a movie. You laid your head on his chest as he swayed you around the house, feeling his heartbeat close.

All of your fears and doubts, they all went away. You both knew that, as long as you have each other, everything will be fine.

[osakaso5]

Riku Nanase RabbiTube Rabbit TV Part 1: Spending Time With Riku

Part 2 | Part 3

Staff: …Now, on to the RabbiTube project.

Staff: Our plan is to introduce the videos by featuring clips on NEXT Re:vale!

Staff: We’d really appreciate it if you could show a side of yourselves that people don’t usually get to see on TV. It’s a pleasure to be working with you!

Momo: We’ve got high hopes for you guys!

Yuki: Feel free to fully expose yourselves to the public.

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha, please be gentle with us! Looks like I’m gonna have to do a RabbiTube study marathon..!

Gaku Yaotome: By the way, Tenn, I saw you watching RabbiTube videos the other day. Do you know any good ones?

Tenn Kujo: …I was just watching cat videos.

Gaku Yaotome: Cats, huh. That’s not gonna help us learn anything.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: …I think they might help! You could learn ways to entertain and soothe people…

Gaku Yaotome: Ryu, not all of us are gonna be able to do that…

Yuki: …I’m liking the idea of Kitty Gaku.

Tenn Kujo: …Pfft…

Gaku Yaotome: Tenn, why’re you laughing!?

Riku Nanase: Kitties..! So could it be like a video of Iori going into a cat café?

Iori Izumi: Why do I have to go to a cat café!?

Yamato Nikaido: I’m not too excited about making videos like that, either…

Tamaki Yotsuba: I wanna do a pudding tasting!

Sogo Osaka: …Personally, I’d like to rank my top 100 spices from all around the world…

Nagi Rokuya: And I shall hold a Cocona watch party!

Mitsuki Izumi: You guys aren’t bringing anything new to the table!

Iori Izumi: …Actually, I suppose animal videos do have their appeal, despite how banal they are…

Riku Nanase: Did you say something, Iori?

Iori Izumi: No, nothing.

Momo: Ahaha! Great, you’re already brainstorming ideas!

Momo: You’ve all got the right idea! We wanna see you act natural for your RabbiTubes!

Yuki: Let’s have a fun year doing this.

IDOLiSH7 & TRIGGER: Yessir! 

- - - -

Riku Nanase: We’re going to be RabbiTubers for our birthday project this year..!

Sogo Osaka: All the group chats up until now were fun, so it’s kind of a shame that we won’t be doing one this year.

Mitsuki Izumi: …Fair enough. It’ll be awesome to make videos for our fans, but I wish we could have our own celebrations too!

Yamato Nikaido: It’s become kind of a tradition by now.

Nagi Rokuya: …We do not work together as much as we used to. Though I understand that it is difficult to match all our schedules…

Tamaki Yotsuba: Do we not get to eat Mikki’s cakes this year?

Mitsuki Izumi: The cakes are the one thing we’re gonna make for sure! Right, Iori!?

Iori Izumi: Yes. I’ll help, too.

Riku Nanase: Hmm… Celebrations…

Riku Nanase: Ah! Why don’t we all go somewhere together for our birthdays?

Riku Nanase: I guess we probably can’t all go… But we can get our manager to arrange it so at least some of us can hang out!

Mitsuki Izumi: Going out, huh… That does sound like a nice change of pace from all the group RabbitChats!

Yamato Nikaido: It’s a shame that we won’t all be able to go, but getting to choose a spot does make it feel more special. …You should take me to a beer brewery, by the way.

Mitsuki Izumi: Sounds like you’ve already got one in mind!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Let’s take lots of pics and videos for the guys who can’t go. We can send them over RabbitChat.

Nagi Rokuya: OH! A wonderful idea. It will make us all feel as if we are there.

Iori Izumi: I’m sure uploading them to Rabitter would make many people happy, as well.

Sogo Osaka: That sounds fun..! Let’s ask our manager about it tomorrow.

Riku Nanase: Yep! …Looks like we’re going to have pretty fun birthdays again! 

- - - -

Riku Nanase: Wow..! This place is so cute! Where are we!?

Iori Izumi: A glamping area.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Glamping, which is a simpler, more casual form of camping, is very popular nowadays!

Nagi Rokuya: Riku, have you ever gone glamping as a child!?

Riku Nanase: As a child? Um, I don't really remember...

Iori Izumi: Let's enjoy ourselves as though we were still young children.

Nagi Rokuya: We have prepared plenty of meat and fish for the occasion! And sweets, of course...!

Nagi Rokuya: We have a long night ahead of us, Riku!

Iori Izumi: You're allowed to stay up all night, just this once. Right, Manager?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Yes! I'll do everything I can to help you.

Riku Nanase: Thank you..!

Riku Nanase: I can't believe even a killjoy like Iori is going to let me stay up late!

Iori Izumi: As long as you don't make a habit out of it. Today is a special occasion...

Riku Nanase: And thank you for all the food, Nagi! We're going to have a feast tonight!

Nagi Rokuya: YES! A forest party it shall be!

Riku Nanase: Let's get started right away!

Nagi & Iori: Yeah..! 

- - - -

Riku Nanase: Hey, Iori. How do I light this coal?

Iori Izumi: Ah, I'll take care of it, you just sit down.

Iori Izumi: I wouldn't want you to inhale the smoke...

Riku Nanase: ...Okay. Sorry for getting in the way.

Riku Nanase: Hey, Nagi. Is there anything I can help you with?

Nagi Rokuya: OH, I am in the midst of a heated battle with the dreaded Onion Demon! My eyes..! Riku, you must flee without me..!

Riku Nanase: O-okay..!

Riku Nanase: ........

Tsumugi Takanashi: Riku-san.

Riku Nanase: Ah, Manager.

Riku Nanase: It looks like all I get to do is sit tight. I was really hoping to do stuff with them, though...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Your cheeks have a bit more color than usual in them. It's probably thanks to how  stable your condition has been lately...

Riku Nanase: Ehehe. Yeah, probably.

Tsumugi Takanashi: ...Let's cook something! It'll be a surprise for Iori-san and Nagi-san!

Riku Nanase: I don't know if I'm allowed...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Of course you are. We came here for you.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Just try not to work yourself too hard, like you've already promised us!

Riku Nanase: ...Yeah. I'll make something they're sure to love!

Riku Nanase: ...Or I'll try, at the very least...

Iori Izumi: Nanase-san? What were you talking about?

Riku Nanase: It's a secret! Iori, we'll have to make dinner, right?

Iori Izumi: Right...

Nagi Rokuya: Wow, will you help prepare our supper, Riku?

Riku Nanase: Ahaha, yep, that was my plan! ...Say, let's have a competition to see which one of us can make the best food!

Iori Izumi: What? Do you seriously think you'll win against me?

Nagi Rokuya: Heh... I would not underestimate the palate I have cultivated over many years, if I were you.

Riku Nanase: Anyway, our time limit will be one hour! ...Ready, get set, start!

- - - -

Riku Nanase: ...Uh... Can I add this in as is..?

Iori Izumi: I'm begging you, please don't add it in there without at least peeling it first..!

Nagi Rokuya: Iori. Should you be looking at other people's dishes? Something smells quite foul on your end...

Iori Izumi: ...Huh? Aah..!

Riku Nanase: ...Hmm? I think I smell something burning... Wait, Iori! Your meat, it's completely scorched!

Iori Izumi: Ugh, I got careless..!

Iori Izumi: ...But Nanase-san, you didn't even cook yours properly before adding it to the sauce!

Iori Izumi: Not to mention, you left your vegetables unpeeled... It was such a trainwreck to watch that I couldn't pay attention to my own cooking!

Riku Nanase: Huh!? So you're saying it's MY fault you burned your meat!? That doesn't make any sense!

Nagi Rokuya: OH, I was hoping to enjoy a relaxing glamping excursion, yet there they are, making a mess once again.

Nagi Rokuya: Their bickering is almost like the soundtrack to my elegant gourmet cooking.

Tsumugi Takanashi: A-ahaha... 

- - - -

Riku Nanase: Finished!

Nagi Rokuya: It smells delicious!

Iori Izumi: At least we all managed to put together something. It's time to show the others what we made.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Remember to face the camera!

Riku Nanase: Okay! I made Hamburg steak stew!

Nagi Rokuya: Hamburg steak! How wonderful, Riku!

Riku Nanase: Ehehe. Pretty great, huh? You would know, considering how much you like Hamburg steak!

Iori Izumi: I'll admit that it sounds more complex than what I expected from you.

Riku Nanase: Even I can just throw stuff into a pot and cook it!

Iori Izumi: So not complex at all, then...

Riku Nanase: ...And I used frozen burgers and a ready- made sauce mix.

Nagi Rokuya: Heh, you are outing yourself as quite the lazy cook.

Nagi Rokuya: Iori, what did you make?

Iori Izumi: Beef stroganoff.

Nagi Rokuya: Wow, it looks to be of a much higher quality than a glamping trip would warrant.

Riku Nanase: That seems like a dish Yaotome-san would make, not you!

Iori Izumi: Excuse me..? I only made it because it requires little prep time, and is much simpler to actually prepare than many would think.  

Riku Nanase: What did you make, Nagi?

Nagi Rokuya: I made grilled sandwiches with ham, egg, and cheese!

Riku Nanase: Wow, the bread is so nicely browned! It looks good!

Iori Izumi: They're also very well stacked.

Nagi Rokuya: YES! I piled on the ingredients as I grilled the bread. A task so simple, even I could do it.

Riku Nanase: Is it just me, or does glamping make even simple foods look like gourmet!?

Nagi Rokuya: Heh. A fine dinner, is it not?

Riku Nanase: Yeah, it's the best..! Let's eat while it's all still hot!

Iori Izumi: Yes. ...Nanase-san, we won't stay here for very long, so I hope you'll take every chance you can to get some rest and fresh air.

Iori Izumi: We can all come here again at a later date.

Riku Nanase: ...Okay! Thank you so much for setting this all up for me. I don't think I'll ever forget this day!

Iori Izumi: You're being overly dramatic, as usual.

Nagi Rokuya: Iori, Riku! Show your best smiles, we are about to take a picture.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Here I go! Say cheese..! 

End of Part 1.

[imagine-loki]

.....And that’s enough for you

TITLE: … and that’s enough for you  ONE SHOT AUTHOR: ValarieRavenhearst2  ORIGINAL IMAGINE :Imagine getting blind drunk at a nightclub with your friends and Loki protesting that you should head home but you keep saying you’re ‘fine’. After the fourth time you stumble over he’s had enough and throws you over his shoulder and takes you home to look after you.

RATING: 

NOTES: Was gunna make it nasty but ended being happy with cute fluff. 

  The atmosphere at the Avengers base was brimming with excitement as the day was drawing to a close. Friday. Just about all the cadets and agents were ready to hit the town and get the weekend started. Some members who live off the base are arriving back to pick up their friends after getting ready individually. Reverie, an intelligence agent whose role and position has been a constant roller coaster for the past two years, arrives back so that she can have pre-drinks with her friends (who are classed as the rowdy bunch on the base). She had been an active rising star field agent until she was injured in an explosion which resulted in her being benched in intelligence until her performance could be up to scratch again. But since she showed such exceptional skills in her benched field – nobody bothered to hurry the process along. Then along came a certain God of Mischief who needed a lot of one on one time. The job description was more of a Handler but it became a very flexible title. They needed someone who could earn his trust and keep him calm because the directors were all nervous of the murderous persona that was hidden underneath that charming smile. After it was revealed that his war crimes were influenced under the power of the Mind Stone everyone kind of had to just ‘forgive’ him. The exact details are on a need to know basis but currently he’s living on his own wing of the base so that he can be well monitored (just in case). If the Avengers aren’t doing a group mission then he generally stays on the base and keeps to himself. And since he’s generally well behaved the ‘handler’ position has become a flexible term, leaving Reverie’s career once again up in the air.

    Reverie enters the common area of the living quarters where music is already pumping through the speakers as the girls get ready. They all come take a round of shots and some warm up selfies before Reverie goes to check on Loki for the night. She finds him quickly heading back to his quarters and he stops to admire his friend’s striking appearance. He seldom sees her in such a casual attire. Her low cut mini dress was positively revealing, and arousing. The skirt hem swishes around the middle of her thighs as she walks and the neck line scoops over the tops of her breasts to show as much cleavage as possible before they are practically popping out. Though the mesh sleeves and covering runs across her collar bones for that extra layer of security. Loki’s eyes sparkle mischievously with glee as Reverie dances through the hallway to stop him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” She sings, wrapping her arms over his shoulders, which she can reach with ease thanks to her stilettos.

“I was about to ask you the same thing?” He flashes her an accusing grin as his hands come to rest respectively above her waist.

“It’s Friday, come out with us.” She pleas and he mockingly rolls his eyes at her.

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it.” He muses and she presses her body against his as she tugs gently on his neck.

“Please…” She pleads, not planning on taking no for an answer.

“I’m just so awfully busy at the moment.”

“Oh phft, we both know you are just going to go to your room and do nothing. Come on, come live a little.” She forces him to slow dance with her which evokes a small chuckle. “It’ll be fun.” She promises but again he declines as he twirls her out of his arms and keeps walking. “Loki, please?” She makes one last attempt, wanting to spend the night with her closest friend.

“Go have fun, Reve, you don’t need me for that.” He waves over his shoulder and she slumps in defeat, knowing that she can never pull him out quickly from a brooding state.

“Well we all know that’s just a lie.” She calls and she can hear him chuckle in the distance before she too, turns on her heel back to the party. She enters the common room again as everyone is ordering cars and taking shots. Katie, another intelligence officer looks at her with an encouraging smile moving her hands to ask whether or not the god of mischief would be joining. She shakes her head with a exaggerated pout before taking a shot. Katie matches her expression but doesn’t bombard her with questions, not wanting to upset her as she knows how much she actually wanted Loki to come. Another girl however loudly boos, commenting how good it was that one time Loki actually came out. Reverie remembers the time fondly, it had indeed been a sensational night. Though it had ended poorly the next day when her boyfriend had thrown a fit about her being so ‘friendly’ with the god. She had actually made out on a dare with two of her other friends as a joke but that was okay “’cause who doesn’t love girl on girl action’ as he put it. But god forbid Loki hugging her around the waist.    Not that it was public knowledge yet, but Reverie’s boyfriend had broken up with her suddenly, leaving Rev reeling in confusion. She had only told Katie because she had caught her having a moment at work earlier in the week. So with her cupids wings on, Katie sneaks out to go get Loki. She sprints across the compound as fast as her high heeled shoes will allow before she begins knocking wildly on his door. When the stubborn bastard takes forever to open up the door she begins calling out. When he does open the door, he appears less than impressed – his scowl would have broken a weaker person.

“You have to come out.” She insists and he just rolls his eyes as he goes to berate her for acting like someone had been shot. “Listen, no on knows, but Reve and Nathen broke up.” She informs, still deciding whether or not she will regret spilling her friend’s secrets. “And you’re her friend so that means you have to come out and support her.” Loki’s eyes widen in contemplation – he can’t say he’s sorry. He hated that little punk but held his tongue for the sake of Rev. He wonders why she hadn’t told him herself? Katie can feel his demeanour softening so she continues to probe him. “Come on, it’ll be fun, she just needs to have a good time and she can’t fully do that unless she’s got her trickster god by her side.” He finally reluctantly agrees and before Katie can order them a cab he says he’ll drive as  Midgardian alcohol doesn’t get him drunk any way.   When the two late comers finally show up at the club Reverie is on her fifth drink and positively buzzing. When she sees Loki swimming through a sea of mortals to get to her she is absolutely elated; cheering with both her arms in the air. She hugs him tightly, trying not to spill her drink on him. She has to yell over the throbbing music even though she’s holding him.

“You came.” She observes with exuberance at her best friend’s sudden appearance, barely making out his appearance between each seizuring strobe light.

“I decided I needed to live a little.” His lips are practically on her ear as they speak. She pulls him on to the dance floor with the other girls who are just as pleased to see him; coming up to grind themselves up on him to welcome him to the dance circle.    With every passing hour Loki notices Reverie trying to drink her body weight and tries to lightly encourage her to slow down. But she continuously boasts that she is fine and continues to dance like there’s no tomorrow. When she’s out of the safety of his embrace he watches as she stumbles spectacularly and he rushes to her thinking that for sure her ankle must be broken. But as he reaches her she’s already back up and bobbing like nothing happened. He already suspects that she’ll be in a world of hurt tomorrow. The night begins to merge into morning and the club shows no sign of slowing down, in fact it becomes fuller and Loki struggles to locate his troubled little friend in a sea of darkness as the strobe lights become disorientating. When he finally catches a glimpse of her, she’s bent up against a wall table taking shots with her friends whilst a group of guys come up behind her and try to start groping her as she dances. Startled by their actions she flinches to try and manoeuvre away but the crowding causes her to stumble. Before she can hit the ground Loki is pulling her back up and into him. With his free arm he slams one of the guy’s head into the table and throws him backwards; and in the strobing light no one is the wiser. Reverie begins to say that she is fine but Loki argues, throwing her over his shoulder and marching out. He piles her into the back seat of his car and switches on the child lock. Her body aches with relief as her legs begin to ache from exhaustion so she doesn’t persist with arguing but manages to sit herself up so she can see him in the rear view mirror.

“Where are we going?” A yawn overtakes her as her body relaxes in to the leather upholstery.

“I’m taking you home.” He tries not to sound too much like an overprotective parent and reminds himself not to chide her.

“Okay.” She shrugs easily, her mind happy to be able to fully shut off as it doesn’t have to worry about getting a way home. “I promise I didn’t invite you to be my deso.” She adds.

“I know.” He chuckles lightly, observing her sitting contently, her head rolling side to side with every turn and bump.  

“When am I going to see you drunk?” She babbles. They’ve shared many drinks together and she’s never even seen him tipsy all because of his godly stature.

“Well unless we raid the cellars of Asgard, then never.” He jokes and she leans forward to rest her head on the edge of his seat.

“I’d do that with you.” She promises and wholeheartedly means it. “When do you want to go? We can go right now, sneak in through some tunnels, you dad would never even know we were there.” She begins to formulate and Loki laughs robustly, reaching over to pat her on top of her head.

“Oh I’m sure you would be such an inconspicuous little thief, stumbling around in those ridiculous stilts.”

“Look, buddy,” she hiccups, “we’re not all born with giraffe necks for legs, so we’ve got to get a little creative.” She continues to make him laugh all the way to her drive way, then he helps her out of the car with a supportive arm around her as they walk up the front path. After a brief moment of searching for her keys, Loki just waves his hand over the door and the locks open. “Thanks magic boy.” She mumbles as she stumbles over the threshold, throwing her purse over somewhere and pulling off her heels. Her legs scream in protest at the sudden change in angle and she almost wishes to just cut them off. Loki scoops her up before she can have a tantrum and carries her off to her room; placing her in the middle of her bed. With no energy to open her eyes she lays still, hearing Loki move about her room. “I don’t want to get ready for bed.” She whines as her limbs ache but her mind refuses to let her sleep with her face still caked with makeup. Luckily everything she needs should be within arm’s reach because she planned for this. “Will you help me?” She pleads as she stretches out her body and her arms become stuck above her head.

“Of course I will.” She feels him crawl on to the bed, climbing on top of her to straddle her hips. “What would you like me to do?” He questions, his tone playful as his fingers lightly caress up and down her sides. She giggles as she thinks of many things she would actually like him to do.

“Can you pass me the wipes, they should just be over there somewhere.” Her fingers point in the vicinity of her bedside chest as her arms go to sleep momentarily. Loki reaches across effortlessly and retrieves the packet, pulling a towelette out he begins wiping away the layer of makeup that covers her face starting at her chin. She giggles hysterically which causes his own laughter to rumble with hers. “It tickles,” she laughs and he tries to be more firm to cease her babbling amusement. The black glitter on her eyes is more hesitant to be removed and smudges all around her eyes.

“How on earth were you going to do this alone?” He questions as this task is becoming harder then he thought.

“I don’t know.” She mumbles with a drunken smile, she’s always gotten it off before. The stars just must align at this time. “You need to take the lashes off.” She informs and she would have laughed if she could see Loki’s startled expression.

“How?” His voice goes high as if he’s watching someone give birth.

“You just pull them off.” She tries to wake her arms up so that she can do it herself but it’s going to take a little bit of manoeuvring. Loki gently touches the lashes before gently trying to peel them off. When the first one begins to pull away he makes an uncomfortable groan which sounds like he’s watching someone have surgery on their eyeballs. “It’s not that bad,” she giggles, her arms coming back to life.

“Why on earth do you do this to yourself?” He mockingly questions as he can’t see a substantial reason behind this peculiar task.

“Too make myself look pretty.” She laughs as she’s able to force her eyes open again when he’s finished.

“Reve, you’re already stunning.” She looks up at him and becomes saddened by the adoration she sees in him.

“Nathan doesn’t think so.” She whispers with a mirthless smile as she tries not to cry.

“Then he’s blundering bilgesnipe.” He cups her face gently and kisses her forehead, “why didn’t you tell me you broke up?” He questions as he caress her hair gently.

“I don’t know.” She continues to whisper so she can’t hear the sadness in her tone, “it just makes me sad. And I wasn’t ready for everyone’s harsh opinions.” She shrugs as she avoids his gaze by playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“You know you don’t have to hide things from me.” He adjusts his body so he’s gently laying on top of her as he kisses her cheek gently. “I’ll always listen.” A small squeak emits in her throat as she wills away the tears; holding his head down so he doesn’t see her cry. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles against her pulse. “He wasn’t worthy of you.”

“Thank you.” She sniffles and blinks away her welling tears. Content and happy in his arms she allows herself to drift off again and when she’s calm Loki finishes getting her ready for bed before joining her; laying down next to her with a protective arm draped across her.

[zhongli-simp-blog]

Date Night

Pairings: Kai x Male Reader

Requested: No

Word count: 1k

The alarm waked you up that your boyfriend Jongin set, feeling the movement next to you already knowing Jongin was already up. You peeked from under the covers, trying to hold in your laughter from your boyfriend’s bedhead and shirtless body. As he left the room, you tucked yourself back in the blankets, not wanting to be awake just yet. 

Jongin went into the kitchen, still dazed, making himself a pot of coffee before getting ready for his schedule for the day. While waiting, he went into the living room with a bowl of cereal, slowly picking at it, still not fully awake yet trying to process what he had planned for today. Jongin groaned, not wanting to actually do anything but lay in bed with his boyfriend and sleep the day away.

With that new thought going through his head and finishing his bowl of cereal, he placed the bowl in the sink and started making his way upstairs to your guys’ shared bedroom. “Y/N?” Jongin whispered, seeing if you were awake yet. You stirred from his constant whispering but refused to wake up, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed. 

Before you slipped back into a deep sleep, you felt the blanket getting lifted and your boyfriend’s body starting to lay on you. Opening your eyes a bit and seeing the blonde boy smiling at you with big doe eyes, “good morning, my love,” he whispers, giving you a peck on the cheek. “Jongii, what are you doing?” whispering back, only for him to let out a small chuckle. “I wanted to come and lay down with my prince,” you couldn’t help but blush from the sudden cuteness. 

You gave in, pulling the blankets over the both of you and intertwining your hand with his before you both fell back asleep.

Jongin’s phone ringing waked you both up. He stirred before answering, “mhm, mmm, yeah,” clearly not paying attention to what the other person said on the other end. After he hung up, the idol buried his face into your neck. “Did you have a schedule today?” You ask, almost scolding him. He nodded, avoiding your gaze. “I just wanted to take a couple of minutes and hold my boyfriend since I have been away for a long time. I just missed you, Y/N.” You sighed, falling into his arms, “how about you go finish up work, and when you get back, we can go out on a date.” Giving him a beaming smile, he nodded, getting up and putting actual clothes on before heading out.

The whole time Jongin was in the fitting room trying different outfits for the photo shoot, all he could do was think about the date. The idol started smiling at himself, lost in thought of seeing your smile. “Ooh, who have you smiling so bright?” The stylist asked, snapping Jongin out of his thoughts, blushing from being caught. You and Jongin were public, but there were still some things he wanted to keep between you both. Dates were mostly on that list. The thought of just being alone with you and only you were enough to send butterflies through him.

After what felt like hours, Jongin rushed home, almost breaking the door as he ran, engulfing you in a hug. Jongin might have this hard exterior on screen, but he is nothing but the softest person ever when he is home with you. “Let’s go, Y/N!” He shouts excitedly, pulling you out the door, “Ah, Jongii! don’t break my arm!” Laughing at his excitement for your date. 

The date wasn’t much since we didn’t want anyone to interrupt, but the small things about it make it unique. You were walking down the quiet and empty street hand in hand, coming across the occasional food carts, “let’s get a few corn dogs, hmm?” Pulling him towards the cart. “Two corn dogs, please,” asking politely. “Why two? We could just share one.” Jongin asks, “Because your one bite would be the whole thing, you food hog,” the blonde pretends to be offended, “words hurt babe, and not my fault you take small bites.” He jokes back as you pretend to mock him. The lady hands you your corn dogs as Jongin hands her the money. 

You both took the first bite, which turned into a mini-competition on who could get a bigger cheese-pull. Jongin was close to winning before his cheese tore apart, which resulted in you winning and gaining a groan Jongin. You couldn’t hold back from laughing at his pouty face. You rested your head on his shoulder “losers shouldn’t pout,” you joke before running away as your boyfriend started chasing you around the park. 

After finishing the corn dogs and Jongin finally catching you and now having his arm hang around you, the walk continued passing various closed stores and enjoying the city’s quiet nighttime. Jongin pulls you closer to him. “I needed this after being away for so long, baby,” he says, laying his head on your shoulder. “I have missed your touch so much, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but bring him closer to you, “I missed you too, Jongin, sometimes video calls aren’t enough, and I just want to feel you hold me.” He lifted his head and gave you a quick but deep kiss sending butterflies through your body.

You and Jongin slowly started making your way back to your shared apartment, “I don’t want this night to end just yet, Y/N,” he pouts as the door to the apartment is getting closer, you give him a peck on the cheek “how about we put on a movie and cuddle up on the couch?” You suggest, and Jongin agrees as you both take your shoes off and make your way to the couch.

The movie was pointless, as Jongin and you just started talking about the most random things. Before you guys knew it, the sun was already rising, shining through the curtains, “Woah, it’s morning already?” You both ask in unison. “This is probably why we never want to wake up,” you look at each other and start laughing. “Alright, my popstar, it’s time for bed,” you say, standing up with your hand extended for Jongin to grab. “Only if I can hold you, Y/N,” He asks with giant puppy eyes. 

“Fine, it’s a deal.”

[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

Where He Likes To Kiss You

AN: Just little fluff scenarios. They take a long time to write ;-; but they’re kinda fun! Everyone is aged up! So this was originally 3rd person, but I changed it so I could easily make it gender-neutral. Don’t mind the mistakes! I’m not very happy with these dividers but they spice up the bland page not really lol

Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinsou, Fumikage Tokoyami, Tamaki Amajiki, and Mirio Togata!

Come one! Come all! Find your mans and read!

Summary: The boys like kissing you! But what’s their favorite spot?

He loves cheek kisses. Of course, he loves to give you kisses in other places... but he loves kissing your cheeks! He loves to take your face in his hands and pepper it with smooches! He'll absolutely melt if you do the same, especially when he comes home after a long day of hero work. All he wants to do is hold you close and sleep, take a nap, watch a movie, whatever. As long as you're in his arms.

***

Izuku sighed, as he unlocked the door to his house and walked in. Almost immediately, he felt a person attack him, wrapping their arms and legs around him. He laughed, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, you!

"I missed you!" You chirped, your warm hands grabbed his face and your lips pressed a kiss against his cheek. Then another kiss and another and another. He laughed as you repeatedly kissed his face, finally kissing his lips.

"I missed you too," He said, comfortably resting around your body as he walked upstairs to your bedroom. You two fell on the bed and Izuku pulled your body close, closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. "Yeah... I really missed you." He whispered.

"Izu, if we lay here for too long, you'll fall asleep! I got your favorite! From that restaurant you like!" You giggled, letting your hand run through his messy hair.

"Yeah, but you're so warm and I'm so tired." He mumbled, his arms tightening around you.

"I understand, my love, but... food." His bright green eyes looked up to meet your (e/c) ones.

"Carry me." You laughed, hugging him.

"If I could baby, I would."

"Take my quirk. Borrow it so you can carry me to the dinner table." He said, nuzzling his face into your chest. You almost melted at how adorable he was being. Ok, fine, you melted like chocolate under the sun that was Izuku Midoriya.

"Come on, Deku. Let's go." He playfully rolled his eyes.

"Fineee." Standing up, he picked you up in his arms, a smirk on his face. "Ready?"

"W-WAIT! N-" Before you could even finish your sentence, he'd activated his quirk, making you scream and wrap your arms around him tightly. He quickly ran through your house and down to the dinner table. He held you tightly as he stopped in front of a chair, making sure you didn't fall. "Izu!" You squealed, hugging him tightly. "Th-that's scary!"

"But fun. Isn't it?" You burst into giggles and nodded.

"Yes, it is kinda fun. Come on, food?" He kissed your cheek before letting you stand on your own.

"Sure... I love you."

"I love you too."

Now, you may not believe me, but Katsuki loves forehead kisses. It makes you feel safe and loved and he just loves looking down at you, then placing a gentle kiss right at the top of your head. He loves it when you ramble on about your day, what happened at work or with a friend, and then just places loving kisses on your head or forehead.

***

"I'm just saying, staying up super late is unhealthy." you concluded, talking about a coworker who didn't sleep very much most of the time. Currently, both of you were huddled up in bed after a busy day for both of them. You were both pretty tired and were just talking until you fell asleep.

"(I agree/Babe, you stay up late all the time)." He said as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"(Right?!/This isn't about me, baby. It's about (coworker))." You answered, looking up at him. He only smiled, leaned down, and pressed a kiss against your forehead. You sighed and closed your eyes, snuggling up closer against him.

"By the way, how are you feeling? I know you weren't feeling too well the other day."

"Much better, thank you. I just recently discovered this new medicine! Works super well!" Katsuki tilted his head.

"What's that? I didn't know you bought new medicine."

"Oh, I didn't. They're these special things called "Suki's cuddles". Ever heard of them?" Katsuki laughed a little, rolling his eyes.

"Goddamn, that was so cheesy."

"Talk all the crap you want, your cheeks are red." He looked away, a slight pout on his lips.

"No clue what you're talking about." You laughed and moved to look at his face, but he hid it well. Finally, you sat up, straddling his waist and placing your chin on his chest. He looked up at you, fully allowing you to see his flustered face.

"You're cute."

"Nah, that's you."

"I love you, Suki." You whispered, leaning closer to him. Your noses brushed together as you kissed his lips.

"I love you too, princess."

"Soft boi."

"Ok, listen here you little-"

Shoto loves your hands, he loves holding them and kissing them. He loves how soft and warm they are, he especially loves how well they fit in his. So, you'll often find him kissing your knuckles, wrist, palm, and the back of your hand. He's doesn't really like PDA, so he usually prefers to hold your hand out in public. On extremely rare occasions, he'll either kiss your cheeks or lips. They're always short but sweet.

***

"Oh! Sho! Look!" You giggled, running towards the large tank and pointing to a colorful fish that swam around. Both of you were currently out on a date to an aquarium, a place you hadn't visited yet, date wise. Your boyfriend approached the tank, smiling at your excitement. Seeing you this happy caused a warm feeling to build up in his chest and he absolutely adored it. As much as he adored you... well maybe not, he loved you too much for anything else to compare.

"Wow, there are so many of them." He commented, making you nod and sip your drink. "Look at that little guy." Your bright (e/c) eyes traveled to where he was pointing and you saw an adorable little pink fish staring at you.

"Hi!" You giggled, waving at it, watching it swim closer. "Aww! You're so cute! I'm gonna name him.... (fish name)! He's our little fish now, Shoto."

"Of course. Hello, (fish name)." Shoto reached down, taking your hand and gently bringing it up to his lips. You giggled and moved closer to him as your eyes returned to the fish.

"I wonder if we'll get to see any sharks! I love sharks!" You chirped, hopefully.

"You say that because your only experience with a shark is Kirishima," Shoto answered, a slight teasing tone to his words. You giggled, waving your hand at him.

"Yes and he's an excellent spokesperson for sharks! Let's not forget Tetsutetsu!"

"You're right, they are. Come on, let's keep looking then." With an excited nod, you ran up ahead, dragging Shoto behind you, tightening your grip on his hand. The two of you moved through the different exhibits, all in the search for a shark!

Shoto smiled when he saw a familiar plushie in a gift shop. Looking over, he noted that you were too busy playing with a dolphin, so he quietly slipped away. He entered the gift shop, quickly grabbing the item he wanted and purchasing it.

As he walked back towards you, he saw you were still messing around with the dolphin. It finally swam away and Shoto wrapped an arm around your waist from behind.

"Hmm, I guess they don't have sharks here." You murmured sadly, leaning into your boyfriend's touch. Shoto smiled, using his other hand to hold the shark plushie out in front of your eyes. You gasped, taking the plushie and smiling brightly. "Shoto!" You turned around giving him a hug. "I love it! Thank you so much!"

"Anything for you, my love." He said, pulling apart and kissing your forehead. "What're you gonna name it?"

"Hmm... (name for the plushie)!"

"Perfect, just like you. I love you, so much." Your cheeks turned red and a smile took over your face.

"I love you too, Sho."

Eijiro LOVES your neck! He loves stuffing his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling, breathing in your scent. He's a bit of a tease, often letting nibbling on your neck to either tickle or make you blush. Of course, he won't push it further, but he does like it when you gasp or giggle when his teeth tickle your neck. Those reactions just spark this feeling inside of him which makes him all warm and proud. It also reminds him that you're all his.

***

"KIRI!" You squealed when you felt your boyfriend's teeth on your neck. You were sure he was still in the shower, but he must've quietly sneaked up on you since you weren’t paying attention. Pulling away from him just a bit, you turned to face him. A cheerful smile rested on his face, which only got wider when he saw your red cheeks.

"Oh, you love it!" He declared, leaning down and pecking your lips.

"I do, but you scared me." You said and wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head against his chest.

"I can't help it, you're just so adorable when your face turns red! You get so cute when you're flustered, it just makes me melt." He admitted, making you look up at him. Both of you were quiet for a moment, just staring at each other. "What?"

"Nothing... you're... just so handsome."

"Well, you're absolutely beautiful." You giggled, reaching a hand up and caressing his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. A small sigh escaped his lips as the warmth spread to his cheeks.

"You know, Eijiro, you're the most amazing person and hero I could ever meet. I... don't understand why you're so insecure about your quirk. It's... amazing."

"It's not that special." He said, looking away. You turned his head back to you with your hand, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"Hey. You're the Sturdy Hero. You're going to be the best shield- the best defense hero one day. I know it. Doesn't matter if your quirk is flashy or not- which by the way! Have you seen yourself in Unbreakable? You're hot! But that's beside the point. You're the best shield out there. Best Defense Hero! Red Riot! It’s only a matter of time before all of Japan knows it!" He chuckled, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Thanks, babe. You're the best." You sighed in content, hugging back. This was one of the best places in the world, in your opinion. Your boyfriend’s arms.

"No. You are. You're the best boyfriend and best friend anyone could ask for, Eijiro. Not to mention hero."

"I just want to be your hero." He murmured, making you blush.

"You are! You're my favorite hero! Did you know that?"

"I did not, but I was hoping that was the case. I thought your favorite hero was (fav hero)." You closed your eyes for a second and shook your head.

"Nah, it's this super hot, super cute, super amazing hero named Red Riot!" You sighed dreamily, looking into the distance.

"Wow, sounds like you're infatuated with him," Eijiro said, playing along.

"I am! Just you wait until you meet him. You'll see then!" He laughed, as he ran his hand through your (h/l) locks. "I love you, handsome."

"I love you too, beautiful." You stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his.

DENKI KAMINARI IS OBSESSED WITH YOUR LIPS. He can't help himself and he honestly doesn't care to. He loves kissing your lips and he's not ashamed to admit it. Surprise kisses? Better be ready. He'll come out of nowhere and just plant one on ya! He'll wrap one arm around your waist, grab your hand with his, pull you in close, and press his lips against yours. He just loves feeling you melt against him.

***

You walked out of the store with a bag in your hand. You had no idea they had Chargebolt merch and of course, you needed them! It was never enough, you always needed more.

You'd bought a plushie, a shirt that said "Property of Chargebolt", and a small key chain with his name on it. On top of that, you’d bought a small necklace that had him on it, along with some lightning bolt earrings

As you walked down the street, you felt an arm wrap around your waist as you were pulled to the side. A hand grabbed your face and lips met yours, a familiar scent surrounding you. Your fear subsided almost immediately, as you melted against the warm body and kissed back. After a few seconds, you pulled away and smacked Denki's arm. He was in his hero suit, so he must've been on patrol in the area.

"You scared me!" You pouted, making him chuckle and kiss your temple.

"I'm sorry, but you just looked so adorable, I couldn’t help myself. I missed you." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. With a smile, he happily hugged back.

"I missed you too, Denki."

“I'm surprised to see you here, whatcha doing?" He asked, playfully poking your cheek.

"Well!" You held the bag up. "Apparently that store has Chargebolt merch! So, of course, I had to go buy it. Look at this shirt!" You backed away a bit and quickly pulled it out to show it to him.

"Oh? Property of Chargebolt, huh? Well," Denki roughly pulled you into him, pressing you against the wall. "I like that. I really like that."

"D-Denki!" You squeaked as your cheeks turned red at how deep and sultry his voice had gotten.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, leaning in closer. You shut your eyes and he gently pressed his lips against yours. Both of you pulled away after a couple of seconds.

"Stop being a perv here." You mumbled, your hands tightening around the bag.

"Oh? That means I can be one at home?" Your cheeks turned a bright red as you looked away.

"Shut up."

"Hey, (f/n)?"

"What?"

"I love you."

“I love you too, Chargebolt.”

Hitoshi loves your collarbone. He loves to drag his lips across your exposed collarbone, just to watch you get all flustered. He's a bit of a tease and loves to see you squirm and blush. He'll also take this chance to bring his hands up to your sides and tickle you. His tickle attacks are ruthless, always leaving you out of breath and your cheeks hurting from all that laughter.

***

Hitoshi's lavender eyes opened, scanning the sleeping face in front of him. He blinked a few times, before turning and laying on his back. His eyes traveled to the small clock on the nightstand by him. 7:28 am. He groaned slightly at how early it was and ran a hand through his messy hair.

He turned his head, his eyes landing on your sleeping face, a smile gracing his features. He turned on his side again and reached a hand out to you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. He loved mornings like these, where he could wake up and see you right next to him. It made him feel so blessed that such a beautiful, kind, and caring person like you could love someone like him.

"Toshi?" You called out, quietly, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Good morning." You mumbled and turned to lay on your back. Hitoshi arms wrapped around your waist, as he pulled you close, laying his head on your chest. You closed your eyes, running a hand through his fluffy hair.

"Good morning, kitty." A comfortable silence surrounded the room as you listened to each other's breathing. Your eyes shut tightly and you giggled when you felt a pair of lips brush against your collarbone.

"Toshi." You whined, making him chuckle.

"Yes?"

"That tickles. Besides, it's too early for this." You pouted, rubbing your eye gently.

"It's never too early to make you smile." He whispered, kissing right along your neck and collarbone. His lips latched onto your neck, making you squeak as he sucked on a particular area, leaving a small purple bruise.

"You did not." You said, playfully glaring at him.

"Oh, no I did. What are you gonna do about it, kitty?" He challenged, making you smirk.

"No kisses." His face fell immediately, "for an entire week!" You declared, turning your body away and stuffing your face into a pillow.

"H-hey,” He called trying to pull you back, “th-that's not funny! Kitty! I love you." With a giggle, you turned around and faced him.

"I love you too, Toshi." He leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head away with a smile. “But I’m serious about the kisses.”

“W-what?! No!” Ok, you weren’t serious, but you’d still tease him a bit. It’s only fair since he loved teasing you so much!

Ok, so Fumikage can't exactly... kiss. But he nibbles! His preferred place to nibble is your neck and he's always careful as to never hurt you. The last thing he'd want is to accidentally make you bleed or cry out in pain. He's a gentle one, not rushing or being too rough. He likes to take his time with stuff, including you.

***

"Fumi!" You giggled as slid through the door and smiled at him. He jumped a little due to how quiet it was before you walked into the living room.

"Yes, love?" His eyes trailed over and landed on you as you happily walked over and plopped down onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

"I just wanted to let you know that you look absolutely stunning today!" You were almost the polar opposite of his personality, yet he loved every little bit of it. For someone who loved dark and gloomy things, he cherished the bright sun that you were.

"Why thank you, darling. You look absolutely radiant." You giggled, running a finger through his feathers and breathing in his scent. Fumikage often smelled distinctly of apples, a favorite of his. You curled up against him, letting him press his head against your chest. He loved listening to your heartbeat, he loved to lay his head on your chest, close his eyes and let your warmth and scent surround him.

"How are you today, Fumi?"

"I'm doing alright, love. Yourself?"

"I'm doing great now that I get to see you!"

"(f/n), we just saw each other less than an hour ago." He said, looking up at you, making you giggle sheepishly.

"Yeah, well that's too long! I like being around you like... all the time!" Your arms tightened around him and you quickly pecked his beak (lol), making him blush.

"I like being around you all the time too."

"Even though I'm not at all gloomy?"

"I'll love you regardless. Gloomy, dark, and Gothic or happy, bright, and a big ball of colors. Doesn't matter to me." He responded, his hands massaging your sides.

"I'm surprised," you answered, "I didn't think I was your type."

"Oh? Who do you think is my type?"

"Hmm... let's see. Jirou! She's kinda punk rock, but she's also got that dark-ish aesthetic going on."

"Well, let me tell you what my type is," you nodded, eagerly, "(y/f/n). That's my type." your cheeks turned red and you looked away. "Oh? Getting flustered now, are we?" He leaned in, gently nibbling your neck, making you squeal and squirm. His grip around you tightened as you tilted your head up, letting him continue to do this thing.

"I love you, Fumi." You said after he stopped.

"I love you too, darling."

Tamaki loves both your nose and your neck. He's pretty shy, so he's very reluctant to pull you into a kiss. Instead, he prefers to bury his face in your neck, that way you don't see how red his face gets- even though you can feel it. However, he has his bursts of confidence where he'll wrap his arm around your waist, the other holding your hand or wrist and his lips pressing against yours. They always make you melt. Then he'd pull away and press a kiss to your nose.

***

Tamaki's heart almost exploded when he walked into the living room and a body attached itself to his. He breathed in relief when he saw you smiling up at him.

"B-Bunny! Y-You s-scared me." He stuttered, his face turning red. Without warning, you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Instinctively, he wrapped one arm around your waist, his other hand grabbing your thigh. "You're excited." He murmured as she hugged him.

"Cuz I get to see your pretty face!" His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

"You're... sweet." He whispered, walking towards the couch and collapsing on it. You giggled, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend, who buried his face in your neck. "Sometimes you're a lot for me to handle." He admitted.

"Too much?" Tamaki shook his head, placing a kiss on your neck.

"You're never too much for me, Bunny." You shivered at how his warm breath felt on your neck. His hand caressed your thigh, his hand slowly trailing up to your side. It made you giggle as you run your hands through his indigo locks. His lips trailed up from neck to your jaw, then to your lips.

The moments when Tamaki would be confident and shamelessly show the love he had for you would melt your insides. They made you fall in love with him all over again, but it also made you feel special. You were so special, you'd get to see this side of him.

They were rare, since he was still getting used to your relationship, but you had started seeing that side more and more. Tamaki was willing to push himself far out of his comfort zone just for you.

“You sure?” You teased, pulling away with a light giggle following. His indigo eyes met yours, the pure love, adoration, and devotion that you saw was enough to put all your insecurities to bed. You could see how much he loved you and needed you.

“I’m positive, bunny. You’re amazing...” 

"I love you, Tamaki." You whispered, letting your knuckle gently caress his warm cheek.

"I love you too, Bunny." He replied, kissing your nose.

Well... everywhere. Mirio loves EVERYTHING about you. He loves EVERY INCH of you. He'll kiss your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, lips, neck, collarbone, chest, hands, thighs, you get the point. However, he'll often kiss your temple or forehead. He's a tall guy and he loves to wrap his big, strong arms around you and press a loving kiss to your forehead. It makes him feel good about himself and he knows you like them too.

***

"Hey, sunshine!" Mirio smiled, walking towards his very busy girlfriend. You looked up at him with a tired smile, stretching from your seat. "What's kept you so busy today?"

"Paperwork." You answered, standing up and walking towards him. "I wish being a hero didn't have so much paperwork to go along with it." He gave you an understanding smile as you stopped in front of him. Being a hero was both of your dreams and it was something that you wouldn’t give up for anything. You both learned early on there would be heaps of paperwork that came with it, but neither of you realized the extent of it.

Both of your mentors that you worked with didn’t show you all of the paperwork. You wished you didn’t have to deal with it, because it was usually required to be done within the week of the “incident”. They piled up extremely quickly.

"It does get boring sometimes, doesn't it?" Your arms wrapped around his waist and you pressed your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Sometimes?" You laughed, looking up at him. "It's all the time, baby, and it's very frustrating."

"It is. How about this. You take a little break, I'll make you something to eat and we can watch a movie and cuddle?"

"As much as I'd love to, I can't. I need to finish this." You mumbled, placing a kiss right on his chest.

"I understand, but you're not gonna get much done like this. Come on. You can finish later, or better yet, tomorrow." His eyes met yours and you sighed, knowing you wanted nothing more than to be thousands of feet away from that dreaded paperwork.

"Alright." You answered, which made his smile widen. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, then picked you up. You giggled at his actions, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Come on, Sunshine!"

"I love you so much, Mirio." You said, a loving smile on your face.

"I love you too, (f/n)."