#like it took me sooo long to get right and it's still not perfect but i've abused those curves enough

[blackhholes]

Teen Wolf as Arthurian Characters

Derek Hale as Merlin

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[lovelynim]

Undivided attention

Love and Deepspace - Rafayel x Reader

A/N: Sorry for making you wait this much, @ppystkposts, and thank you for the patience! While this is more of an art trade than a comm, you were still an amazing client and I had a blast working on this piece for you!

Also, shout out and kudos to @/ticklygiggles for beta reading this monstrosity of a fic for me!

Summary: Something happened and made Rafayel upset at you. The problem? You don't even know what it is!

Word count: 5137 words

[Also on Ao3]

Friday, 6 p.m. 

You couldn’t recall the last time a shift took this long to end. Maybe you were just excited for this weekend - you had a lot planned, after all - but you couldn’t help but wonder if those boring reports were totally free of any guilt.

“I’m sooo tired,” Tara whined, standing by your side in the changing room. You giggled, opening your own locker while listening to her rambling. “If I see a single more wanderer, I swear!”

“Well, there could always be an emergency call,” you teased, holding back a chuckle when you heard Tara groan.

“Nooo, don’t say that!” She pouted, throwing you a deadly glare before continuing to change her clothes, “I need at least a week- no, a month without seeing those things after today!”

“Two days is the best captain Jenna can grant you. Take or leave it,” you smiled at her, but she had a good point there. A week off sounded like heaven right now. Still, who were you to refuse two days off work?

With your uniform carelessly tossed into a bag, you kept yourself busy buttoning up your shirt, looking down at that trail as one stubborn button refused to get into place.

Just as you were about to get it in, something else captured your attention and drove your eyes elsewhere.

“So, any plans for the weekend?” Tara hummed, breaking the silence. She sat on the bench behind you, changing her uniform skirt for some casual jeans. “It’s been a while since we went out together ~”

“I can’t,” you mumbled back, already lowering your head to focus on your previous task and starting from ground zero again. “Me and Raf-”

“Uuugh,” she interrupted, resting her elbows on her thighs and her head on her hands. She pouted, looking at you with a judgemental side-eye. “Guess the mr. perfect got to you before me, again.”

“Hey,” you snapped, finishing your shirt before turning to her with an arched eyebrow, “that wasn’t very nice of you.”

“You’re not being very nice either. What happened to ‘chicks before dic-’”

“Don’t you dare finish that!” You pointed at her, frowning.

“But ever since you two started dating we never hung together again!” Tara crossed her arms and stomped her feet, clearly upset with being demoted to the B-plan for your weekends. “We are barely friends at this point… I should just invite someone else for my super-awesome-weekend schedule.”

“Aw, Tara…” You cooed, dropping yourself on the bench right next to her. You placed your hand on her thigh, cocking your head to the side to try to get a look at her face. “But we are friends, Rafayel isn’t changing that.”

Tara promptly ignored your approach, turning her face away and letting a small ‘humph’ sound. “That’s not what it looks like.”

“It’s- it’s important for him this time, I swear!” You whined, shaking her leg a bit to emphasize your words. “You’re making a villain out of me, we were together the whole week!”

“We were working together the whole week, it’s different!”

It was like pushing against an immovable wall. An immovable, cold and extremely annoyed wall. Were you really that bad of a friend? Or was Tara just being extra dramatic this time? Some seconds went by as you gave it some thought and decided that you couldn’t let yourself be treated like this.

She wanted to ignore you? Well, you’d like to see her try, then.

“Taraaaa ~” You called for her again, almost singing her name this time. You lifted your palm from her thigh, letting the tip of your fingers brush against her leg and up to her waist. Her leg twitched as soon as you prodded at the spot near her hip. “Are you really mad at me? You’re not, right?”

“S-stop it! I’m nohot in the mood fohohor your stupihid games!”

She was quick to respond to your mischievous touch - as expected of a hunter, after all. Tara’s hand latched onto your wrist, promptly trying to dislodge your hand from her body. Her grip was strong, but it wouldn’t be your first time overpowering her in moments like this. “But I don’t want my best friend mad at me ~”

“Thehen you shohould be a behehetter friend! A-ahagh, enohough!” She giggled angrily, turning her body around to push you away with her other hand. She had that crooked, yet cute smile on her lips and you could only grin back at her. 

With her hand pressing against your cheek, you reached for her other side as well and quickly wiggled your fingers against it, dragging your nails over the clothed skin. “Taraaa ~ don’t be mad! Forgive me, please? I swear I’ll stop if you do!”

She let out a groan - or was it a squeal? Whatever it was, it was clearly a result of your efforts. “You dohOHon’t deseheherve my fohohorgiveness!” She hissed, even trying to bring her knees up and curl herself into a ball to escape from your apologetic tickles. Fruitless, of course.

Before you could take note of it, Tara had her back laid on the bench and you on top of her, straddling one of her legs while both your hands tickled her restlessly.

So far, she had already punched your arms at least five times and pushed your thrice. There were also two attempts to tickle you back, but she couldn’t keep her hands lifted for long enough to actually make it work. Tara was already laughing her heart out, but her anger seemed to have a better endurance than her this time.

“Come on, I’m going to be late at this rate!” You teased her, your thumbs drilling into her lower ribs, “if I take too long, Rafayel might ask me for another date!”

“ThehEHEhen gohoho kihihiss your duhuhumb bohOHOho- boyyfriehehend!” She snapped, her heel hitting the bench behind you and making the whole thing shake a little. You furrowed your brows, just how stubborn could she be? You already lost count of how many times you apologized!

Just as you were about to take some drastic, but much needed measures, someone else’s voice broke into the room’s chaos. It was gentle, but there was some lingering annoyance and arrogance on it, almost as if it carried some sort of superiority - or as if its owner believed so.

“Is now not a good time, ladies?” Rafayel mocked, leaning against a nearby wall and crossing his arms, stuck-up. He stared at the scene while you slid off Tara’s lap, making room for her to sit back up.

You and her exchanged looks, a mistake on your part as now you felt yourself being judged by both parties. Still, Tara seemed a bit more convinced. She rolled her eyes, giving you a soft smile. “Hi, Rafayel. We were just about to go out.”

“Oh, I could tell,” he nodded, letting out a small sigh of disbelief at Tara’s attempt of explaining the situation, “I assume you two just got distracted, then.”

“Heeeey,” you interrupted, getting yourself between them and walking towards Rafayel. You cornered him against the wall, giving that angry frown a kiss before looking up to him, “I’m sorry for leaving you waiting, ok? No need to get feisty.”

You stepped back, trying to see if the whole picture was looking any better after your attempt of making peace with the angry boyfriend. “I’m almost done changing, see? Just give me a moment and I’ll be outside, ‘kay?” You explained while you pushed him out of the room. Noticing how Rafayel made no effort to resist it, you assumed he wasn’t as mad anymore.

When you walked back into the changing room, Tara was already standing before her locker. She brushed her index finger over her lip, applying some balm on it. “I didn’t mean to make you two fight,” she muttered, shyly looking at you.

“Fight? Pfft, as if,” you shook your head, doing your hair and then slamming your locker’s door close. “We never fight, like- we are such a dream couple, you know?” She giggled, shaking her head. “I will make it up to you, ok? Lunch for a week, my treat!”

“Fine, I take it, then,” Tara nodded, hugging you goodbye before walking past you and towards the exit, “enjoy your weekend! And…” she stopped, looking at something outside the room before moving her eyes back to you, “good luck.” 

You raised your eyebrow, confused, but shrugged it off. There was no time to really worry about that now, was there?

As you walked outside, Rafayel was the first thing you spotted. “Did I make you wait for long?” You asked sweetly, trying to work your charms on him.

“You did,” he answered coldly, stubbornly refusing to take your hand for the first few tries before finally giving in. “I was about to drive back home without you.”

“I know you wouldn’t dare,” you teased him, giving him some of your affection by force. You wrapped your arms around his, letting Rafayel guide the way to the parking lot, “ohh, are you driving by yourself this time? Or is there a driver waiting for us?” You chirped with excitement, tugging at his arm while trying to get a look at his face.

The only thing you could see, however, was a frown. Thinking about it, he didn’t really say anything ever since you two left the main building - he wasn’t even holding you back! 

“Rafayel?” You called again once there was no response in a good while, “I'm talking to you,” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes. You could hear a sigh before Rafayel threw a glance over you, acknowledging your words but still refusing to answer your call.

He shook his arm off your grip, taking a few steps to increase the distance between you two. You were about to throw your purse at his head, but noticed how he turned around and got in the car by the door on the other side. Tsk, what’s with that attitude? “If you are going to treat me like that, I’m canceling our plans,” you threatened, almost as if infected by his annoyance after being exposed to it.

“Sorry, I’m just with something else in mind,” Rafayel replied shortly, drily, almost as if to fulfill some sort of protocol. He took the driver’s seat, fastening the seat belt and quickly getting his hands on the steering wheel.

You huffed, not believing his excuse. “And what is it, then?”

“...Forget it,” he mumbled, stepping on the gas pedal and looking at the mirrors and then around the car. Pretty much anything but you.

It was helpless, you thought, leaning back into your seat and resting your head on it. You felt the inertia hit you as he speeded out of the parking lot, entertaining yourself with the landscape changing outside the window.

You could hear the motor’s gears purring, his fingers fiddling with the wheel and AC blowing inside the car. It was just this quiet, after all. The kind of silence you could only hear around Rafayel when he was sad or angry - or both. Still, why?!

You were upset that you made him upset and even more that you couldn’t figure it out. 

Your mind went through all your important dates together - first kiss, anniversary, colleagues’ meetings - you didn’t miss a single one. 

You tried to think of details you could’ve missed - a new haircut, new clothes, a gift he bought for you, some picture he shared online and you forgot to like - but were any of those serious enough to make him mad? Or, better saying, to make him this mad?

You rested your chin on top of your hand, staring at some unknown distance. In the window, you could also see Rafayel’s reflection faintly, translucent. It was still clear enough, however, for you to see a pout on his lips. You stroked his image on the cheek with your index finger, feeling like the worst partner in the world for making him feel like that.

Before you could spiral into any other sad or worried thought, your body gently swung forward and then back into the seat. You blinked, taking notice of your surroundings again and having your eyes met with a familiar scenery: his home.

“What are you doing?” Rafayel asked, not as sweetly as you wished for. You looked up to the reflection, already spotting the features of confusion on his face that you’d meet as soon as you turned around.

“Distracting myself,” you mumbled, your hand leaving the window to reach for the seatbelt’s buckle, unlocking it and freeing yourself. “Nothing to worry abou- Rafayel?”

Now it was your turn to be confused at his actions. Your hand rested on top of the door handle, shaking it just to find that it was still locked. Rafayel stared at you, his lips quivering as if something was about to burst out of them.

But no, it didn’t.

“I… I forgot to unlock it, sorry,” he answered sheepishly, pressing a button near the steering wheel and making a firm, perceptive ‘click’ sound echo inside the car. “Let’s go,” he added, stepping out of the vehicle without looking back this time.

You sighed as soon as the sound of his door closing shut reached your ears, now being kept inside the car by something else other than a locked door: hesitation. 

It’s been at least half an hour since you clocked out of work and you still had no idea what you could possibly do to make up for him. You didn’t even know what you’re supposed to make up for, after all. Blindly apologizing would probably make things worse and, truth to be told, was there anything to apologize for?

You shook your head, taking one last breath to prepare yourself for what would be the start of a long weekend together. If you two made up tonight, you’d still have two days to enjoy each other’s company - you told yourself, trying to look at the brighter side and keep a positive view of this mess.

You lifted your chin from the moment you stepped out of the car to when you met him before his front door. Rafayel still had that blank, emotionless facade that seemed to work as a disguise for a frustrated one.

Silently, he looked down to his keys, opening the door and stepping aside to make way for you to walk in. The living room had that familiar mess that you grew accustomed to. Paintbrushes, canvas, paintings and sketches scattered around from the corner where he usually worked to the part “spared” for welcoming the guests. One would certainly be taken back by the sight - like you once did - but this was nothing but an everyday sight at this point.

“Did you start a new project?” You hummed, kneeling by some discarded pages and checking the sketches on them. As if trying to find a sense behind that mess, you started to tell some similarities between the drawings on each page, as if Rafayel was getting closer to a final product. “Is it a flower? Are you painting a bouquet this time?”

“Not really, just experimenting,” the answer came from the distance as he stopped by the door for a moment. You heard his footsteps approaching and then lifted your head to see him walk past you, straight to the couch on the other side of the large living room. “I don’t really want to talk about work right now…”

“Then let’s talk about something else,” you followed him, your eyes fixed on his figure, “like why you seem upset that I’m here.”

Rafayel looked at you with widened, worried eyes. It was probably the first time he did it in a good while, you thought. “What? Nonsense, why would I be upset at that?” He asked defensively, frowning at the accusation even. “I waited the whole week for this!”

“But that’s not what it looks like,” you retorted, further closing the distance between you two like a predator cornering its prey, “it feels like you’re avoiding me, like you’re spending time with me just because you need to, not because you want it,” you sighed, frustrated, “are you angry? Did I mess up?”

You could see him flinch, realisation over something you were still now aware of dawning on him. “...no, I’m not angry. It’s nothin-”

“Rafayel!” You groaned, sitting back up straight, “so you are ignoring me over nothing? Treating me like that just because?!”

“N-no! That’s not it!”

“Then what is it?!”

He froze in place, his mouth hanging agape like he was choking on the unsaid words. You could tell he was nearly opening up to you, but still stubbornly refusing to do so. “Then what is it, Rafayel?”

“N-nothing, forget it.” He insisted, averting his gaze. “I… I think I will go take a bath an- w-woah!”

“Nuh uh,” you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down into the couch before he could stand on his feet again, “you’re not going anywhere until we solve this mess.”

“T-there is no mess to solve! It’s all right, ok? Let go!” He cried, shaking his arm, but your hand seemed to be glued to his wrist. You crawled closer to him, making him lean away in hesitation - or fear, one of those.

“I will let go if you tell me what’s wrong.” You weren't going to back down, not when you had him right there. You both were adults and both should know that talking things out is the best way to come to peace with them. “Speak, Rafayel.”

“I-I don’t wanna!” He hissed, already leaning on his side and probably considering the idea of kicking you off the couch. Well, no one can say you didn’t try to solve this like an adult. “H-hey, what are you- ahH!”

With a swift, quick move, you pushed the wrist inside your grip up and pinned it against the couch. Before he could squirm or run away, you straddled his thighs, using your own weight to keep them in place. A strong shade of red started to taint Rafayel’s skin - from his neck up to the tip of his ears - and he looked back and forth between your hand, your face and your body.

“W-what are you doing?!”

“Trying to solve our problems like a kid, since you don’t want to do it like adults do.”

Those words only started to make sense to Rafayel when you got into action. Your free hand quickly assaulted his exposed underarm with rapid, aimless tickles, scratching and tracing random shapes over the clothed skin. 

While you couldn’t tell what was going on inside his head, you could always count on how ticklish Rafayel was to get him to do what you wanted - most of the time, at least. You grinned down at his dumb, desperate smile while you shifted your attention to his ribs, your fingers drumming at them like they were some sort of instrument.

“S-StahAHAhahp ihihit!” He whined, arching his back and pressing his head into the couch. He swatted at your hand with his free one, but it wasn’t close to enough to make you stop. “Gehehet ohohoff me n-now! Or I wihill be vehery angr- aHAHA W-WAHAHaahait!! Nohohot thehEHEhere! PleHEHease! ~”

“Only if you want to talk about it, Rafayel,” you said with minimal-to-no-effort in making your words clear through the laughter echoing in his living room. Still, something about him whining under your fingers made you believe that the message was successfully delivered.

Seconds went by and Rafayel remained silent - silent as in not talking, because he was sure being loud. “Well, suit yourself,” you hummed teasingly, latching your hand onto his hip and letting your thumb drill into the sensitive spot.

Rafayel thrashed his head, his cheeks getting redder from a mix of laughter, anger and embarrassment. He squirmed and wriggled his body as much as he could, moving like a worm in a hook while you continued to pinch and squeeze his hip. “AhAHAHah, q-quihIhihit it, meheheanie!”

“Are you going to talk to me if I do?”

“I-I sahAHAhaid I don’t w-wahahanna tahAHAhalk!!”

“Then keep laughing, at least you’re not frowning at me like this,” you groaned, slapping that pesky hand that tried to protect him away and letting all your frustration out as a merciless, restless tickle assault.

You pressed down at his pinned wrist, making sure it wasn’t going anywhere, and raked your nails around Rafayel’s stomach, clawing just below the belly button, then spidering your fingers up and down his sides. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how weak his tugging at your arm was, drained of any strength to actually pry the assaulting hand away. He was struggling.

“I know you can’t take much more,” you teased, rapidly poking around his abdomen over and over, pinpointing one nerve at the other, “and so do you, right?”

“I-I hahAHahate yohohou!” He cried dramatically and, while part of you decided to tickle him to death and put him out of his misery, you opted for the peaceful approach and gave him another chance. “Y-yohou ahare t-the wohorst bodyguard! In t-the whole world!”

“And because of that you decided to mistreat me all day? Because I suck at being your bodyguard?” You scoffed, sitting back on his lap and crossing your arms.

But while this all seemed like a senseless and light matter to you now, your words acted like fuel to the fire inside him. You could see something inside him snap as he clenched his jaw, his breathing sharpening for a moment.

“No, you- you dumbhead! Because you do this to everyone!” He gasped, panting for a second before his lips turned into a pout. “I- I saw you with your- ugh, your coworker today. I  thought I was special, but I’m just another one to you…”

What.

You couldn’t even hold your pose as something beyond confusion struck your brain like thunder in a roaring storm. “I do… this to everyone..?” You repeated to yourself, trying to find some sense in those words. Did what, exactly?

You looked down, to him and then to your hands that were hanging near your body. Then it dawned on you: the reason behind his attitude, his anger. He was “...jealous? Because I… tickled my friend?” You muttered, your voice tainted with uncertainty.

Any doubts, however, vanished when you saw Rafayel’s face lighting up in red like a firework exploding in the sky. 

His lips quivered, trembled, and even as strangled noises made it past his throat, no actual words came out. He was stunned, baffled by your conclusion and, worse, by his own demands. Rafayel realized a tad too late what he had done, to what kind of thought he gave voice, and he couldn’t even start to think of a way to deal with the consequences.

While you, on the other hand, couldn’t tell what happened inside his head, his face told you everything you needed to know and more, like an open book just before your eyes. “Did I guess it right?” You broke the awkward silence and saw the moment a shiver ran up his spine like a wave crashing against the coast.

“N-no!” He cried, pawing at your legs while you let your weight sit on his lap. He kicked his feet behind you, throwing a little tantrum while rambling something about being misunderstood. “You g-got it totally wrong! I-It’s all wrong!”

“Is that so? Then what did you mean by that, then?” You grinned down at him, finally connecting all the pieces of a whole evening getting the silent treatment. To think he would feel jealous of Tara of all people - how amusing. “Are you saying I did something indecent with my coworker? Implying that I’m a chea-”

“That’s not it either, you- ugh, you’re such a thickhead at times!” He laid back, dramatically gasping and then pressing both hands over his face, almost as if to try to hide it. “How come you solve crimes and I still need to explain everything to you?”

“But you don’t,” you grabbed both his wrists, forcing them to the side and off your way. You towered over him, pinning his hands by the sides of his head staring straight into his eyes. “I have you figured out, Rafayel.”

“...You totally don’t,” he puffed out his cheeks, still trying to play it in denial.

“I totally do, though. My little fishie wants to be tickled, right?” You chuckled, letting go of one of his hands to trace his jawline with your index finger.

“Y-you’re wrong! Awfully wrong!” He gasped after leaving his mouth hanging for a second or two. You could see his muscles tensing, yearning, anticipating something. He pressed his lips into a thin line and clenched his hands into fists, keeping them still at where you left them.

Well… “heh,” you scoffed, your hands moving to his shoulders, giving them a squeeze as if to ease the tension, “don’t worry, I get it now.”

“You don’t get it at ahAH- AHaha, w-wahAHAIT!! I wahAHAhasn’t reheheady!” Rafayel laughed, he crumbled into a hot mess of giggles and squeals before he could even take notice of what you were doing or of what was happening around him.

You nestled your hands by the sides of his chest, digging and tickling each and every single one of his ribs as thoroughly as possible, playing with every inch of skin you couch told and milking every cackle out of his throat. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to do much”, you hummed, seeing him arch his back with a renewed fit of laughter as you switched to his sides, “just keep looking cute and laughing for me, yes?”

Rafayel whined, shaking his head left and right, but you couldn’t really hear a protest coming from his mouth, only that sweet, melodic laughter with a pinch of desperation. You smiled down, allowing him to hold onto your wrists while you tickled his stomach and hips, alternating between them from time to time.

You wiggled your fingers over the thin, delicate shirt and it was just enough to make him giggle; you pressed and poked one of the wrinkles caused by his squirming and he would flail his arms and legs; and when all this moving around riled up his shirt, you scratched the revealed skin, making the cutest sounds burst out of him.

He pulled at your hands, his shaky fingers closing around your wrists or around your palm in a vain attempt of being at least an obstacle in your way. Rafayel flashed you with a wide, panicked grin as he watched your hands sneak back under his arms before he threw his head back into the couch. You could see his chest waving, the deep gasps to let air fill his lungs before burning all that stored-up energy into cries full of mirth. What a sight to behold.

You couldn’t help but find yourself lost at the mesmerizing sight, intoxicated by his laughter, by the sound of his pleas, by the feeling of his hands clinging to you and the squirming of his body under you. 

His hair was already sticking to his forehead and some damp spots were starting to appear in his shirt - around his chest, shoulders, down to his sides and even some under his arm, where your hands would travel back from time to time to tickle him again. Rafayel was starting to look at a mess but, at the same time, this was the prettiest he ever looked to you.

“Stop fighting it,” you said playfully, as if he ever succeeded in putting up a battle against you, as if he ever stood a chance in your game, “you clearly won’t be able to take it if I have to tie you up.”

He whined again, but soon continued to laugh like a helpless idiot. Something about having him like this was mixing up the wires inside your brain, making the gears in your head turn rapidly. You knew you promised that you’d give it to him to his heart’s content, but if this went on for much longer, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to stop yourself.

Rafayel was just a pillow princess at this point. He laid back on the couch, holding onto your hands with just enough strength to pick up a sheet of paper, and let you do all the hard work while he laughed. He laughed, laughed and laughed even more. You wondered what could be going on inside his head or if there was anything happening in there at all.

But the one thing you did know was that… he looked happy. “Had enough yet, baby?” You sighed, watching the dazed, lost look on his face as if you had shut off his brain somehow. “Are you feeling ok?”

He giggled, wasted. It took him three to five business days to lower his head and look up at your face. Your hands rested on top of his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his hardworking heart that seemed to be just about to explode. Well, he certainly did look like he was doing fine, you thought. And so were you, after all, his heart was beating like that for you, because of you. 

You smiled, leaning closer and closer until the tip of your nose brushed against his. You nuzzled against his cheek before dragged your lips over Rafayel’s, kissing it briefly as you muttered your words. “I’m sorry, Rafayel, I think I now understand how you feel,” you gasped, kissing him again.

He let out a small, confused groan into your mouth. His hands weakly pushed at your shoulder while he turned his head to the side to try to dislodge out of your kiss and breathe again. He looked at you with the corner of his eyes, expectation gleaming inside them.

“I will only tickle you for now on, ok? You won’t have to share it with anyone else ever again, fishie,” you giggled, your face inches away from his before you leaned in again to steal another kiss.

“N-not… just tickling,” he gasped, his chin pressing down towards his chest as he looked at you with puppy-like eyes, “anything special… I want to be the only one to do those with you.”

“You have my word,” you nodded, laying your head on his shoulder and somehow getting your arms around him to pull Rafayel into a hug. “Are you still mad at me?”

“No… not anymore,” he chuckled, letting out a content sigh as his body was finally able to catch some rest. That would be the start of a long, but precious weekend.

[zriasstuff]

First impressions—Lorenzo Berkshire x reader

Lorenzo Berkshire behaves like the perfect gentleman towards you, but what’s underneath that perfect facade? First impressions don’t last forever…

go to pt.2—> Second chances?

“Look, this one’s sooo pretty!”, your friend Jenny on your right hand side squealed excitedly.

“Oh my god, I have to get this dress”, Anya, your other friend, gushed while already holding five different ones in her hands.

You were also roaming through the countless racks, searching for a new and mature looking dress. In Hogsmeade, a new boutique had just opened and soon enough all the girls stormed inside to get the most beautiful pieces.

Inside the boutique everything was laced with delicacy, elegance and maturity. Three things you wanted more than anything to be a part of yourself. It was about time that you changed your appearance and became a young woman. After all, you were in your fifth year at Hogwarts already.

Not being able to decide between all the gorgeous clothing pieces you picked up, you took all ten of them to try on. Ten was definitely too many though, so some would have to be eliminated. The trying on process sadly didn’t do much for you, you still loved every single piece. Eventually, you come out of the fitting room, upset due to your inability to decide.

“Just buy all of them then”, Anya encourages you, “if you don’t they’ll be sold out and you will never get to try them on again”

That was easy for her to say. She was born into generational wealth and could buy all the clothes, or anything at all, that she fancied. On the other hand, you couldn’t just take home whatever you pleased. Still, you felt lucky that you had the money to buy one or two, so you eyed each piece you grabbed carefully.

“Ugh, they all would look so beautiful on me”, you groan, not wanting to give up even one of them.

When you turn around again to get your friends’ advice, they are nowhere to be seen.

Scanning the area for them, you unexpectedly make eye contact with someone who seemed to have been eying you. You stop looking for your friends, and take a moment to glance into this mysterious persons piercing blue eyes, perhaps for a little too long. He, whoever he was, appears to have taken an interest and started inching towards you.

Suddenly, after not having been able to place him, you recognize who he was. He was one of the guys who always hung around Draco Malfoy, who was a year above you. Even though you were in the same house, you have barely even made contact.

“You’re right”, he approaches you, looking you up and down.

“About what?”, you ask, finding it strange why one would approach you in this way. And as a guy, why would he be in this particular boutique. Was he perhaps shopping for his girlfriend or sister, you wonder.

“They would all indeed look very beautiful on you”, he compliments you charmingly, towering over you, a warm smile on his face as he said that. Sounds like he overheard your little dilemma. Surprised that he was so straight forward, you feel your cheeks heating up a little. While you’re smiling nervously, you manage to mumble out a thank you.

“It would be such a shame, if you had to leave them here”, this guy, whose name didn't even come to your mind, continued the sudden conversation. This guy surely had something planned, with the way he was leading it.

“Yeah, sometimes I wish I could just go shopping limitlessly”, you truthfully admit.

“So what’s your name, darling?”

“Y/n”, you answer while a thousand thoughts circled your mind. Such as how you managed to have caught the attention of this gorgeous, older guy— he surely must’ve approached you because he found you pretty right? And he just called you “darling” in such a heartwarming tone.

You didn’t like where your mind was wandering. All those thoughts, simply because a guy paid you the slightest amount of attention.

How long has it been since a guy had shown the slightest interest in you again? As if the exact time mattered, it had been too long anyway. You start doubting that you were maybe reading too much into his behavior—that your feelings were the ones of a silly little girl who just received some candy. So he called you darling, that doesn’t have to mean anything.

“Pretty”, he notes, “I’m Lorenzo by the way, but you can call me Enzo”.

Alright, you rethink, surely you weren’t reading too much into it. He just complimented you again, the second time within five minutes.

“May I?”, he gently asks, disrupting your small talk. Before you could even respond, he takes the clothes out of your hands. You weren’t sure what to make of this, so you threw him a questioning look. “Let me”, he says, afterwards smoothly grabbing your hand. “Let me what?”, you try to understand his behavior as you’re being led by him.

“Let me spoil you with what you deserve”, he responds so genuinely, but also as if it was the most natural thing in the world. You couldn’t even believe it. He had to be an angel fallen from heaven, with the way he was treating you.

This Enzo, whom you just properly met, was willing to spoil you like a literal princess. This is what teenage romance that your favorite authors write about must feel like.

“Are you kidding?”, you ask in utter disbelief. Not that you were complaining, but it simply felt too unreal, that someone would do this for you without even knowing you.

At the counter, you finally catch your friends, who have become victims of a giggle attack. They kept pointing their fingers at Enzo, maybe demanding some sort of explanation, but you yourself didn’t even know what to make of this.

All you knew was that within the next five minutes, he had paid for all ten pieces you picked out and was carrying the bags for you, like a true gentleman.

“I don’t even know how to thank you for this”, you tell him at the exit of the store, hoping he wouldn’t regret what he just did. What if he demanded you to reimburse him? No, he wouldn’t do that right?

“You wearing one of those would be enough of a thank you.” You can’t help but blush at his words, not believing your luck, that you met a guy this sweet. He was truly everything a girl could ask for.

Generous, handsome, tall, and caring—the whole package.

You saw your friends waving you over to them, so you excuse yourself. As he hands you the bags, his hand lingers on yours for a moment, before you let go and go over to your friends.

On your way you hear Enzo’s voice, causing you to turn around briefly.

“Meet me after dinner tonight, yeah?”

“Of course”, you happily obliged. You couldn’t wait to tell your friends about this perfect guy, and they couldn’t wait to hear the story either.

…

During dinner you kept turning your head to the right, hoping to catch a few glimpses of Enzo, who was sitting only a few seats away from you. You became rather disappointed when he didn’t notice you. Instead, he was laughing with all his friends.

“Y/n, what do you think?”, you hear all of a sudden, pulling you out of your admiration for Enzo. Totally in and out of your head, you try to remember what your friend asked you about. You also wondered whether Enzo had told all his friends about you yet, hopefully in a positive manner.

“Are you so in love with this guy you met four hours ago, that you can’t even focus on your real friends anymore”, she jokes, totally calling you out in your lovestruck behavior. The way you were infatuated with him, one could believe that he snuck you a love potion. But no, he was the first guy that you had ever felt this enchanted by.

In the last remaining minutes of dinner, you were mentally counting down the minutes. Only a little longer, you told yourself, then you could meet with him. Talk with him. Get to know him further. And eventually you would both lean in for a kiss and then…

“Dinner is finished, please go back to your respective common rooms”, Dumbledore's voice echoes through the dining hall, interrupting your daydream. As you’re getting up slowly, you tell your friends to go ahead. When everyone walked out, you saw Enzo separating from his friends to make his way to you. You could barely wait, having anticipated talking with him throughout the entire dinner.

“Hey”, he says, coming up to you.

You say nothing, replying with a simple smile. Deep down you were kind of scared of sounding overly excited, which could possibly scare him off.

“How’s it going?”

“Pretty good, how about you?”, you play your feelings down. You were better than “pretty good”, you were floating on cloud nine. If paradise existed, you were pretty sure that you were there already.

“I see you’re wearing a new dress, you look stunning”, Enzo says while looking you up and down, yet again. Your heart skipped a beat, overjoyed that he took notice. He really did pay attention to you.

“I’m glad.” Little did you know, and he did too, that you only wore this for him to see. It made you happy to know that your efforts weren’t in vain.

“Listen, how about we meet in my dorm?”, he suggested, “have us a little quiet place.” You instantly agreed, but told him that you would come by a little later because you wanted to refresh yourself in your own dorm first.

After all, you wanted everything to be perfect for your first date— wait, you stop your train of thought. Was it even a proper date? You weren’t sure, you’ve never been on one. Either way, you hurriedly skipped off to your dorm, informing all your girlfriends on your meeting.

Being the supportive girlfriends they were, they help you and give you pointers on your hair and makeup.

“I cannot believe that you’re going to be Enzo’s girlfriend”

“I’m so jealous, I wish an older guy would ask me out too”, they rave over your incredible luck.

“Well, I don’t even know if I’m really going to be his girlfriend”, you confess. He did seem interested, but after all you two were on completely different levels. What gave you comfort was that he seemed to be one of the nicer guys.

After one more glance in the mirror, you take off and ask everyone to wish you luck. You tried to be as quick as possible, not wanting to miss out on moments that you could’ve spent with Enzo.

Carefully, you sneak over to the boys’s dorms and you realize that you didn’t know which one Enzo slept in. So, you wander door to door, abruptly stopping when you recognize Enzo’s voice. His dorm door was open by a slit, so you lean in a little to listen. You knew it was sneaky, but you just couldn’t fight off your curiosity…

At first you couldn’t make out their indistinct words, but suddenly Enzo got a little louder. He sounded completely different from when you talked with him earlier.

“Fuck no!”, he scoffed loudly. You didn’t know what he rejected so angrily, but it only piqued your curiosity. You guessed that he was in the process of kicking his friends out to spend some time with you.

“Do you honestly think I care about her?” Enzo threw the question around. Upon hearing that you felt your heart standing still. Who was he talking about?

“Ok but if you don’t actually like her, then why go through the effort of chasing her down in that boutique”, Draco’s voice hollered all the way to you. After hearing that, even the tiniest hope—that he didn’t mean you, diminished within seconds.

“Yeah, you could literally have any girl you want, without spending a coin”, Blaise stated so painfully blatantly.

“You guys don’t get it”, Enzo defended his questionable, and apparently exaggerated, efforts to get you.

“My purchase barely cost me anything in terms of money, I have enough of that. But in return, I get a young, stupid and attractive girl who’ll do anything for me, because subconsciously she thinks she owes me”

Never in your entire life have you heard such a disgusting thing. For him you turned out to just be eye candy. A mere investment if you were being completely cynical.

Without wanting to hear more of what he had to say, you ran off back to your own dorm. His words rung in your head, stinging harder than you could have imagined. Back at your dorm, you barge in and burst into tears in front of all your friends. You’ve been holding them in ever since you heard his hurtful words.

After jumping on your bed, you instantly sink your head into a pillow. The darkness helped a little in blocking out everything. How could he have been so manipulative, and how stupid were you to have actually fallen for that?

His words may have been disgusting, but what was worse, was that they were true. Perhaps you would’ve really done anything he asked for in his dorm, had you not overheard their conversation.

With your makeup ruined and mascara running down your cheeks, you finally look up to answer to your friends’ concerns. All of them huddled around you, already comforting you even though they didn’t even know what happened. As you’re retelling what you overheard, you’re barely able to look them in their eyes. That’s how embarrassed you were.

When you were done, none of them could believe how sick and twisted Lorenzo Berkshire really was. Under that nice guy facade, hid a ugly and cunning playboy. At least Draco was open in showing what an asshole he was, this way he couldn’t really surprise you. But with Enzo, his first impressions were deceitful, which was way worse.

But under all your anger for Enzo, you were scared. Scared of the fact that Enzo was the first guy you’ve ever had real feelings for. Of course you only felt that way because he schemed and you fell right into his trap.

Still, a little part of your heart shattered upon the cruel reality. You didn’t want to believe it. A tiny guilt feeling part of you wanted so badly to walk up to his dorm again and to pretend nothing happened. It’d be easier than accepting his true intentions.

A sharp knock suddenly catches all of your attention. You must’ve been bawling out your eyes for a while now. You realize that Enzo had no idea about what happened and was still waiting for you.

“Can I come in”, you all hear him say from the other side of the door.

“FUCK Y-”, Anya begins yelling, before you immediately cover her mouth with your hand. You know she only meant the best, but you did it for a reason.

Everyone looked at you confused, trying to make out what you were thinking.

“Don’t let him know yet”, you whisper decisively, hoping he couldn’t hear you through the door.

They all ask why not, and truthfully you also weren’t too sure. But it felt more secure at the moment to not reveal your cards yet. Who knew how you could utilize the information you had. Ironically you learned that from Enzo in the past ten minutes.

“Is everything okay?”, he asks through the door, unsure of what was happening. What an amazing actor, pretending to genuinely care. How could one be so shamelessly two faced.

“You know what Enzo, I’m feeling a little sick”, you lie, trying to sound composed and calm. You couldn’t face him just yet.

“I'm sorry to hear that, I could-”

“I think it’s best if we just talk tomorrow”, you stop him before he could go on with more of his bullshit. In all honesty, talking to him was the last thing you wanted, but you had to sound believably fine.

“If you say so. Good night then”, and with that you heard his leaving footsteps.

“What are you doing?” Jenny asks you with a puzzled expression.

You explain to all of them that you need some peace right now to deal with your emotions and thoughts. The whole Enzo thing needed some time to be dealt with.

Since you were obviously in a bad headspace, they understand and leave you alone.

When lying in bed and processing your emotions from before, all the sadness, anger, embarrassment and fear—you suddenly feel something else too. You deeply wanted him to feel as foolish as you did too. You wanted him to regret his stupid little plan forever. You seeked for more than simply forgiving and forgetting, you wanted revenge.

[yk-4]

fireworks & feelings

w. eren yeager

ⓘ your best friend, eren, seems completely clueless to your long-held feelings. tooth-rotting fluff. sfw. f!reader. modern au. currently rewatching aot: junior high and got inspired by the firework festival episode! song : everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears.

—

you watched eren from across the crowded school cafeteria, a sigh escaping your lips. he was so effortlessly cool, even when he was just picking at his lunch, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read something on his phone. you knew he was probably checking his fantasy football scores, but you couldn't help but imagine him checking his messages, maybe even a text from you.

you'd been crushing on eren for what felt like forever. it started in middle school, with his shy smile and his quiet kindness. now, in college, his smile still held the power to make your heart skip a beat. you'd say it was full-blown, head-over-heels, can't-stop-thinking-about-him kind of love.

the problem was, you were painfully obvious about it. everyone in your school knew you were head over heels for eren, from the way you'd blush every time he looked at you to the way you'd always find a way to be near him.

but eren, bless his oblivious heart, seemed completely clueless. he'd always been a little slow on the uptake when it came to romantic cues, and you'd learned to accept it as part of his charm.

"hello? earth to y/n," your friend, sasha, waving your sandwich in front of your face. "you've been staring at eren for the past five minutes. are you planning on eating this sandwich or just daydream about him?"

your cheeks burned with embarrassment. "sorry," you mumbled, trying to regain your composure. "just thinking about stuff."

"stuff?" mikasa raised an eyebrow. "like how you're going to finally confess your feelings to eren? because everyone knows you're head over heels for him."

you groaned, "oh, come on, mikasa. it's not that obvious."

"but it's sooo obvious," sasha said, her voice being muffled by the salad she was munching on. "even eren's obliviousness can't miss it." mikasa added, shaking her head.

you sighed, knowing they were right. but eren was just as oblivious to your feelings as he was to the fact that his shirt was inside out.

"i don't know what to do," you stated, a little frustrated. "i'm so scared to make a move. what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

mikasa gave you a knowing look, "oh trust me, eren likes you too. he's just too dense to realize it."

a sigh escapes your lips. eren was sweet, kind, and loyal. how you wished he'd just get a clue, that he'd see the way you looked at him, the way your heart skipped a beat every time he smiled.

you took a bite of your sandwich, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. maybe you should just shoot your shot and tell him how you felt. but what if he didn't feel the same way?

the only way to know for sure was to take a chance. but you weren't sure you were ready yet. you were so used to keeping your feelings a secret (even though everyone else knew). but maybe it was time to make a move.

you glanced at eren again, his brow still furrowed as he read his phone. he was so, so perfect. and you were hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.

—

taking your friends' suggestions, you devised a plan in your mind. you knew eren was a sucker for a good story, especially a love story. so, you decided to use his love for romance to your advantage.

you spent the next few days subtly dropping hints, leaving books with romantic covers around the library, mentioning love songs on the radio, and even suggesting a movie night with a classic rom-com.

eren had prepared your snacks, bringing overflowing bags of popcorn. the smell of buttered goodness filled the air. you'd carefully chosen the movie, a classic rom-com with a predictable but heartwarming plot about two friends who slowly realize they're in love. you'd even made sure to pick one with a scene where the guy finally confesses his feelings, hoping it would resonate with eren.

eren settled onto the couch, his eyes already glued to the screen. you watched him laugh at the predictable twists and turns, completely unaware of the parallel to your own unspoken feelings. it was infuriating, yet you couldn't help but smile at his genuine enjoyment.

"this movie is so cheesy," he said, shaking his head, but a genuine smile played on his lips. "but i can't help but love it."

you laughed, trying to hide your disappointment. "it's a classic for a reason," you said, hoping he'd catch the hint.

he leaned closer, his eyes still on the screen. "yeah, i guess so," he said, his voice a little muffled by the popcorn. "i'm glad you picked it."

you felt a pang of frustration. you'd practically spelled it out for him, yet he was still clueless.

as the movie progressed, you found yourself getting more and more frustrated. you'd point out the cheesy lines, hoping he'd make the connection, but he just laughed it off.

when the movie reached the scene where the guy finally confesses his feelings, you held your breath. this was it. this was the moment.

eren, however, just chuckled. "that was so predictable," he said, shaking his head. "i knew it was coming."

you let out a sigh. you were starting to think this whole plan was a complete failure.

"well," you said, trying to sound nonchalant, "at least it's a happy ending."

eren nodded, still chuckling. "yeah, i guess so."

you were starting to lose hope. maybe your plan was too subtle, maybe eren was just too dense to pick up on your cues. the thought of accepting that your feelings would remain unreturned felt like a reminder that things don't always go the way you hope.

—

the rest of the semester flew by in a blur, leaving you all drained and burnt out. the air in your dorm was heavy with the scent of burnt ramen and despair.

sasha, usually a ball of energy, was slumped on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. mikasa was buried in a mountain of textbooks, her brows furrowed in concentration. meanwhile, you were slumped on your own bed, feeling like a deflated balloon.

"this is the worst,” you yawned, your voice laced with exhaustion. “i can’t believe we have to cram for these finals.”

sasha let out a tired sigh. “i know, right? i think i might have fried my brain from all those exams we took.”

suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “hey, you know what would make this all better?” she asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“what?” you asked, still exhausted.

“the fireworks festival!” she exclaimed. “it’s this weekend! we should go!”

mikasa, who had been silent up until now, looked up from her books, a flicker of interest in her eyes. “actually, that’s not a bad idea,” she agreed. “a little distraction might be good for all of us.”

but you were too exhausted, too drained to even think about having fun.

“come on,” sasha urged. “it’ll be a good way to blow off some steam. besides, it’s the perfect opportunity to confess to eren!”

your heart skipped a beat. confess to eren? the thought had been lurking in the back of your mind for months, but the thought of actually doing it felt impossible.

“sasha!” you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. “don’t just say that!”

“sasha’s right. it’s a beautiful and memorable event. it would be a wonderful opportunity.” mikasa chimed in, her voice a little more animated than usual.

you felt a mix of panic and excitement. the thought of confessing to eren, under the dazzling display of fireworks, was both terrifying and exhilarating. you looked at them, both their faces filled with encouragement and support. they were right, this could be the perfect chance.

“alright!” you exclaimed, “let's all go together!”

both your best friends clapped of excitement. "i'll tell connie!" sasha added.

a wave of relief washed over you. the fireworks festival, with its magical atmosphere, seemed to be the perfect setting to finally reveal your long-held feelings. you just had to find the courage until the weekend.

—

the summer fireworks festival has finally arrived, the night everyone in school seemed to be looking forward to. it is a night filled with laughter, shared snacks, and a breathtaking fireworks display.

you arrived at the park with mikasa, sasha, connie, and a few other friends, and your eyes immediately scanned the crowd for eren. he was there, of course, standing with armin and jean, his face lit by the excited chatter of his friends.

you felt your heart skip a beat. he looked so handsome, his clean-cut hair tousled by the summer breeze, and for once, his crisp, white shirt wasn't inside out.

"they're over there! heyyy!!!" sasha exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement, dashing off to where everyone was. armin and eren waved their hands as soon as they spotted you all trailing off behind her.

eren turned to you, "hey," he greeted, a smile lit up his face. "didn't expect to see you here."

"i wouldn't miss it," you replied, your cheeks flushed.

"so, what's the plan?" armin initiated, "ferris wheel first, or are we going straight for the roller coaster?"

"fooddd!!!" sasha and connie exclaimed, their voices booming over the festival grounds.

the group erupted in laughter, the playful banter a familiar sound. in the end, everyone decided that the roller coaster was a perfect way to kick off the night.

screams and laughter blurred together as the roller coaster took off, the wind whipping through your hair as you soared through the air. armin and reiner were mostly screaming, while eren, jean, and ymir were half screaming and half laughing. you got off the ride breathless, but ready for more.

you even spotted your seniors, levi, hange, and erwin, enjoying the festival food with everyone else. you shared a plate of steaming yakisoba, and eren even won you a giant, fluffy panda plushie from the ring toss game!

everyone was having a great time as you rode the ferris wheel and played carnival games. as the sky began to darken, the anticipation for the fireworks grew. but even amidst the chaos and the excitement, you couldn't help but steal glances at eren throughout the night. his laughter, his smile, his presence—all of it felt like a dream.

the night was young, the fireworks were just about to begin, and your heart was ready to burst any moment.

—

the air crackled with anticipation as the final countdown echoed through the festival grounds. everyone, even the usually stoic reiner, had a mischievous glint in their eyes. mikasa, ever the mastermind, nudged sasha with a knowing grin. "time for the grand finale," she whispered.

you noticed the subtle shift in the crowd. your friends, who had been peppering you with playful questions about eren all night, suddenly seemed to vanish. even armin, usually glued to eren, was nowhere to be seen. a mix of confusion and excitement spread through you.

as the first firework burst into a brilliant bloom of color, a collective gasp rose from the crowd. but you barely registered it. you were too busy searching for eren, your heart pounding in your chest. then, you saw him, standing a few feet away, his gaze fixed on you. he looked . . . different. his usual playful grin was replaced by a serious expression, his eyes holding a depth you hadn't seen before.

he took a step towards you, and the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you under the dazzling fireworks display. the crowd was a blur of color and sound, but all you could see was eren, his face illuminated by the shifting lights.

eren stopped just a few feet away, his gaze unwavering. the air between you was thick with unspoken words, a nervous energy that mirrored the fireworks exploding overhead.

"y/n," he began, his voice low and husky, "i-" he paused, seeming to gather his courage, and you held your breath, your heart thundering in your chest.

"i've wanted to tell you this for a long time," he continued, his eyes searching yours. "ever since-" he trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck.

you leaned forward, your heart overflowing with a mix of anticipation and hope. "since what?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the roar of the fireworks.

he took a deep breath, his gaze intense. "since the day we met," he confessed, his voice firm and sincere. "you've been . . . everything to me."

a wave of warmth washed over you, melting away the nervous tension that had been building all night. you felt a smile tug at your lips, and you couldn't help but laugh, a light, bubbly sound that echoed through the night.

"eren," you began, your voice trembling with emotion. your eyes met his, and you saw the same vulnerability mirrored in his gaze. "i feel the same way," you whispered, the words spilling out like a long-held secret. "i've been waiting for you to say something." tears of happiness threatened to fall from your eyes.

he let out a relieved sigh, a smile finally breaking across his face. "i knew it!" he exclaimed, his voice euphoric. "i knew you felt it too!"

he took a step closer, his arms shooting out to scoop you up in a hug. you laughed as he lifted you off your feet, spinning you around in a joyous whirl. your heart soared with happiness, and you couldn't help but giggle as he held you tight, his laughter echoing yours.

the fireworks continued to explode overhead, but all you could see was eren, his face inches from yours, his eyes locked on yours, and it almost took your breath away.

"i'm so glad i took the chance." he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

suddenly, a chorus of cheers erupted from the crowd. your friends, who had been conspicuously absent, emerged from the shadows, their faces beaming with joy. sasha threw her arms up in the air, shouting, "finally! about damn time!" armin and mikasa gave you a thumbs up. even your seniors were there! levi, his usual stoic expression replaced by a rare smile, muttered, "good for you, brats."

the fireworks continued to explode, painting the night sky with vibrant colors. you still couldn't believe this moment was real. it was a night you'd never forget. the fireworks festival, with its dazzling display, felt like a celebration of your newfound love.

—

[apomaro-mellow]

Hospitals still weren't Eddie most favorite place to be, even though they had technically saved his life once. He didn't give doctors the credit though. No, he reserved that praise for his husband who had literally carried him through hell, holding his guts together.

But alas, he was still only human. And thus prone to human ailments. Which was why he was currently in a hospital bed, preparing for a tonsillectomy.

"Steve, my love, my muse", Eddie took his hand and kissed it. "Should I not return from this-"

"Oh shut up. It's a routine operation." Steve could tell he was being dramatic to cover up the fact that he was actually scared. "You'll be fine. In fact, I'm going down to the cafeteria right now. You're not getting just any ice cream. I'm gonna bring you back a whole sundae."

Steve looked to the rest of the band, who had come for moral support. "Watch him please. And don't let him fall to hysterics." He left out, really hoping he wouldn't come back to an Eddie in tears.

"Sooo", Grant started. "If you don't make it, who gets your house?"

Eddie's brow furrowed. "Uh, my husband, duh?"

"Okay, who gets your husband?", Gareth asked.

Eddie saw the cavalry arrive in the form of Steve's true soulmate. "Robiiiiin", he whined. "You have to protect Steve from these vultures", he hissed the last word.

"We're just trying to hash out who has dibs on Eddie's hot husband", Jeff said.

Robin pointed to herself. "I made it clear to Eddie when he proposed that should the marriage end, either naturally or by divorce, custody of Steve would revert back to me."

"Not exactly the answer I was looking for Bucks, but as long as you keep Steve out of another man's clutches, I won't haunt you from the grave."

"Actually, I plan on setting him up with the first wealthy guy he meets", Robin said. "Thanks to your fame, I've become accustomed to a certain lifestyle. And also, Steve doesn't know how to be single."

The other CC boys nodded sagely.

"All the more reason one of us should get him. We can take care of him", Grant said.

"I can't believe this. This is a goddamn coup!", Eddie shouted.

Steve returned, none the wiser to their conversation. "You won't believe this. The cafeteria has chocolate syrup AND nuts? Isn't that wild? You're gonna have the best sundae of your life, babe."

He took his seat right next to Eddie's bedside and kissed his forehead.

"Angel, we're surrounded by snakes and thieves", Eddie said deliriously.

"What are you talking about?", Steve asked.

Having only Eddie in his line of sight, he couldn't see the others behind him. So he didn't see Jeff making kissy faces, Gareth making a circle with his hand and sticking a finger through it repeatedly, or Grant making a V with his fingers and flapping his tongue between them.

"Those traitorous lechers covet what is mine. And not even Robin seeks to protect your virtue!", Eddie said, desperately reaching out for Steve.

Steve kept his voice even and calm, trying to soothe his husband from whatever delusion he was having when the doctor came in. This guy looked like he played a doctor on tv. Chiseled jaw with perfectly manicured facial hair.

"Good evening", he greeted.

"Hi", Steve said, voice a little breathy.

"Oh he's perfect", Robin said, reading her friend perfectly.

"I'm Dr. Morip, I'll be performing your operation today."

"Morip?", Eddie tilted his head.

"Yes, as in 'more ripped than you'." Then he flexed and busted out of his scrubs and swept Steve off his feet, ignoring the cries of the invalid on the bed.

Eddie was tossing and turning even as Steve shook his shoulders to wake him up.

"You were having a nightmare", Steve spoke softly in the dim lamp light of the hospital room. "Was it 86 again?"

"Steve!", Eddie clung to him as best as he could. "You didn't leave me for Dr. Morip!"

"Dr. Morip? Eddie, her name is Dr. Hudson. And she's married and in her sixties."

Everything caught up with Eddie as his brain became more lucid. He'd already had the operation. That had all been a dream. The tension released instantly as he realized he wasn't about to die on the table and Steve would be scooped up by opportunistic friends.

"You're mine, you know that?"

"Really? Is that why I'm hand-feeding you ice cream?", Steve teased, holding up a spoonful to Eddie's lips.

"I love you", Eddie said, voice muffled from the food and a little watery too.

"I know, you dope. Love you too."

[lovevxle]

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"I hope it's okay if I love you forever"

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Adam x f!reader

cw: cursing, Adam being Adam, kissing, smut.

Summary: Adam asking reader out and getting a bit freaky afterrr

This is the smut version! Fluff version linked here (smut starts after paragraph 7)

a/n: sorry if this version took a bit long to be released! I've been busy with other projects and some requests. Hope you guys enjoy!

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"Aw Lute, I'm gonna fuck this up so bad!" Adam said as he paced back and fourth in his office. "Sir, it's really not that big of a deal. You're only asking her out-" Lute replied before being cut off "Not that big of a deal?! What if the bitch rejects me!? What if..." Adam panicked. He'd been planning on asking you out for months, he just didn't know how..

At first, he was his usual confident, cocky self but as soon as he looked at you, his mind blanked. Since then, he'd been trying to find the perfect moment just to ask you. "God, Lute...whenever I look at her..." Adam smiles as he speaks about you, "Her pretty face...her smile...even her voice is just..fuck, her hot ass voice is-" Lute cuts him off "I get it sir, you love her." "Y-yeah...I love her...a lot..but how the hell do I show it without saying stupid shit and being a fuckin' dick?"

Lute sighs and rolls her eyes "Just...be yourself but completely different, y'know? Girls like that type of thing." Adam inhales and exhales "Promise? What if I fuck the whole thing up?" He says, only slightly panicked now. "You wont. Well, you most likely will, but she wont reject you." Lute chuckles as she smiles for the first time in a while. She quickly goes back to her serious self and shoos Adam away to talk to you. "Now get outta here already!"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ time skip ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Adam composed himself in the mirror, practicing what he was gonna say to you. "sooo...Y/n heh...you're pretty hot so- AW FUCK HOW IN HELL DO I DO THIS?!" he says to the mirror. He soon after walks out of his appartment and spots you walking through heaven. He rushes down to you.

When you see him, you immediately fix your clothes and hair, making sure to look extra cute for him. He appears behind you a few seconds later, acting 'cool' "Sup, buttercup~" he says, smirking seductively (or atleast what he thinks will be seductive to you), when in reality he's panicking. He makes a 'cool' pose, leaning against the wall.

"So~...you know how much i love that peice of ass and i also love railing that peice of ass...but...that's not why I'm here," Adam explains "look, you're cute and funny and..fuck..it's the first way I've felt like this since..Lilith.." He begins to blush and breath faster. "god...just-" he's cut off my your lips pressing against his. It was a light peck, but of course it still made his face heat up. He cups your cheeks (FACE 💀) and pulls away, smiling.

"So you were gonna ask me out?" you ask while you chuckle. "Y-yeah...I was..I'm taking that kiss as a yes?" he replies as he rubs the back of his neck, anxiously. "Yeah, I'll go out with you, dummy." Adam turns around and fist pumps the air "FUCK YEAH!" he yells, causing a few people to turn around and stare. "So I'll pick you up at 8?" He says as he goes back to his 'cool' pose against the wall. "Eh, right now works too."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ time skip ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

You guys had just come home from the date (drunk of course) and stumbled into his appartment. You feel Adam's arms wrap around your waist and rub circles on your hips with his thumbs. "You know how crazy you make me, sugartits~" he whispers in your ear, flicking your earlobe with his tongue.

"A-Adam-" you get cut off by his hands slipping into your pants, playing with the waistband of your underwear. "You fucking tease..." you reply to his dirty moves. "C'mon..want me to make those pretty insides of yours feel real fuckin' good?" he whispers into your ear as he picks you up and plops you down on the bed, crawling over you.

You nod. I mean, with those soothing whispers and playful hands, who could say no? He begins to strip off both his and your clothes, making it agonizingly slow. He kisses and licks up your inner thighs, teasing you until you can't take it. "Are you wet for me yet, babe?" All you could do was nod because of the lack of words that would leave your mouth.

He slowly slips down your soaked underwear to reveal your aching pussy. He slides down his own pants and cups the bulge forming through his boxers. "Look at how hard you make me, baby~" He spreads your legs and sticks his pointer and middle finger inside you. The thumb on his free hand circles your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

Your moans get louder as his hands pick up the pace inside you. He then slowly slides his hands out, fingers dripping and oozing with your juices. He uses his hands to hold your folds open as he sucks your insides.

After a few minutes of Adam eating you out, he finally lets you feel his hard, raw cock inside of you. "All for you, sugartits~" he says as he thrusts in and out. He holds your hips in place and a knot in your stomach begins to build. "A-Adam I-...I-I'm close- Fuck!" you moan out. "That's it baby~ Just let it out, cum all over me~" he says as he thrusts one more time and-

The knot snaps.

You reach your limit and cum all over Adam's cock. "A-Aghh~!!" You moan out uncontrollably. "Just like that baby, fuck, you're so beautifly perfect.." After your climax, you plop down next to Adam and breath heavily. "God, you're so hot." he says as he wraps his arms around you. "I love you..." you reply.

"Same." he chuckles as he kisses the top of your head.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓ Ars Goetia Reading Quarters (masterlist)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓Become apart of the Ars Goetia council (taglist)

[obeymematches]

I saw one of your stories and I got immediately interested by one of them, then I had an idea more like a head Canon maybe-

So you and Solomon are making a potion for class one of the brothers came into the classroom and a big explosion happened one of you and the brothers didn't brace for impact and then suddenly your future child is there I just want to see everybody's reaction or maybe what will they do in that situation (sorry it's a bit weird but yeah that's all I came up with in my head) ^^"

henlo!!! So you sent in this ask almost 3 years ago (may 20th 2021) I'm so so so sorry i didn't reply sooner, you're probably over this by now 😅 but i felt inspired to write it today so here we go 🫶

🌸Meeting your future kid with him🌸

GN MC

Okay so this time Solomon has some homework to do... sending this kiddo back without messing with the future is gonna take time. Until then you must take care of them! You are the parent afterall!!

Lucifer: 4 months old

Not gonna lie it took him the longest to realize it's YOUR baby WITH him! In his defense, babies can look a bit weird. The baby definitely has your mouth, but his eyes and hairline. He didn't see many infant in his life so this is all new! You can literally see his heart melt when the little baby smiles at him! Shares his part with pride, changes diapers, carries the baby around....just take over when the baby is fussy.

MC I can't wait to meet the baby again... I miss them already, isn't that funny?

Mammon: 3yrs old

Your toddler immediately recognized you and Mammon. You and him looked at each other with an awkward stare, his face is as red as it can be- you are definitely not ready for kids!!! The fact that around 3 years old kids looove disobeying on purpose doesn't help. Mammon gets the hang of it though, he looves his little troublemaker! They could play all day long.

I wanna see ya grow up little man- I looove being your dad!

Levi: 8yrs old

Again, the kis recognizes you and him. Right now he keeps telling you he isn't ready for kids and might never be; same as you!! So how did this happen??? Do you must have one in the future??? Thankfully with an 8yrs old you can already have a conversation, play games with, etc so by the time it's over he grows very fond of them.

MC... I think I have changed my mind- having a kid is a lot like having a small best friend!

Satan: 16yrs

Ah. Your child is as upset as any 16 yr old would be in this case, leaving you and Satan no time to think about the fact you made this person. He does his absolute best to stay calm and see things from the kid's POV, but man is it difficult when your teen keeps lying about important stuff, escapes the house as soon as you lower your guard, fights with anyone over and over who doesn't do as they want despite being so so so sensitive... it is tiring.

I wish I could see what they were like as a little kid... why did I think teens were easy?!

Asmo: 13 yrs

Okay he is very quick at recognizing his own kid; he has YOUR and HIS face memorized. Starts sobbing when he realizes what this means; you are going to be parents!! The thought of loving someone sooo much just sends him over the edge. He buys everyone matching clothes, plans so many vacations you are rarely at home, surprisingly good at answering questions your little one has. (Very comforting, builds their confidence as much as he can!!)

MC, how do I look as a parent? You still love me?

Beel: 1 yr old

Okay, it was obvious the baby is a perfect mix of you two; his eyes are definitely yours though! Beel finds this job to be super important so he spends almost all day with the baby. They play peek-a-boo, he helps your kid to learn to walk and eat with hands, carries them on his shoulder when they get tired. Honestly he doesn't want to let them go back.

MC... I think we should have at least 3 kids!"

Belphie: 6yrs

Okay, he never would've thought he'd have a kid with you; first, you are dating someone else right now and second, he doesn't really like kids. So this one's gonna be complicated. His face turns red though as he has always liked you but you made it clear he is not really your type. Co-parenting brought you much closer; you could see how calm he can stay when he wants to, and how smart he actually is especially when the 6 years old doesn't stop with their questions. How it continues after the kid is back in the future is up to you babe!

[slutsareteacherstoo]

I Hope - A Terry Richmond Drabble Part Two

Black Fem! OC - Savannah (dark skinned, curvy, and disabled) x Terry Richmond (Gentle!Terry, Sweet!Terry, Nervous!Terry)

(I gotta get better at these tags, suggestions welcome!)

Summary: Savannah and Terry continue with they left off. But something stops Savannah leaving her unsure if what was supposed to be the perfect night is now ruined.

[PART 1] [PART 3] [PART 4]

Warnings/Things of Note: Slightly NSFW/NSFT (moaning, kissing, nipple play I guess...), fluff and comfort, playful teasing, anxiety, dissociation, mentions of disability, sex and trauma, intense ass eye contact and staring (it might turn into kink if you squint a lil bit), Switch!Terry (not really but we shall see...), people wearing masks (surgical, kn95, n95), shoutout to the library!

Really though, if you dissociate and/or have trouble staying present in your body, for any reason and/or you be feeling things too much and it make you wanna dissociate, proceed with caution. While it's cool to see yourself reflected in writing, it can also be disorienting. So. Before you read. I want you to have some grounding tools near by and take breaks as you need them.

Word count: 3K+ (3,679 WTF?!?!?! YAY ME)

Author's Note: Okay, yall. Here is the second part. This thing is long! I'm typing this in drafts right now on my computer. I have to copy and paste in into docs because I have no clue what the actual word count is (That shit was 10 pages when i pasted it in WORD!)

Thank you sooo sooo much everyone for your support. I'm glad you enjoyed the first part. Highkey...it's giving series cuz the things I imagined>>>> I'm a covid conscious girlie who still be masking outside so it's been a minute for me in this department! Trying to use my imagination and conjure the connections I know people are seeking, navigating the world like I do. So as i use my big brain, it'll pop up in my writing. If you wanna see more, let me know so I can add you to the taglist. I'm not touching this again til November! I got grad school apps to submit!

I hope you enjoy!

I'll give it to you freely

Cause you're so damn worth it

Oh will you still love me

Even when wе're hurting

Even when wе're hurting

As Terry returned to what he and Savannah both realized was her sweet spot, he indulged himself to hear Savannah���s moans over & over; each one differing in pitch and tone. Applying the pressure of his tongue to the spot and up to her earlobe, she made a low moan. And Terry felt as she pulled him closer. The feel of her long nails caressing his shaved head and neck and her sounds were bliss. The apprehension and embarrassment that Savannah had previously felt, were gone now. They were replaced with incessant need, incessant hunger. The need to feel this man on her, with her, inside her —skin under skin. The contact he gave her was none like no other. She let the sounds of pleasure spill from her mouth as Terry obliged her to.

As of this moment, Savannah was tapped into her body. The feeling was overwhelming but it wasn’t too much. When Terry came up for air, he looked into Savannah’s eyes, deep dark brown satellites. They marveled in comparison to how she described his planets. The look on her face was one he’d never seen before but was honored to know he helped put it there. She let out a shaky sigh.

“You’re really good at this sort of thing.”

Terry chuckled with a smirk, “I am.”

At the next thought, Savannah sheepishly smiled and looked away. Terry brought his hand to her chin once again, slightly nudging her to look at him.

“What?” Terry said with a smug ass grin, admiring the woman before him.

Savannah looked down with her eyes and flitted them back to Terry’s.

“I don’t know if I can ask you this.”

“You can ask me anything you want.” Terry slow blinked as he responded to Savannah.

She took his left hand from her chin and placed it on her chest, “Can you touch me here?” Grabbing his other hand, she added “and here?”

Terry said, “I can. What would you like me to do?”

“Whatever you want.” Savannah replied, focusing fully on Terry’s now bright eyes, while she bit her deep, brownish pink bottom lip. Terry took those words and massaged her chest. She was still wearing her black high neck tank top, the opposite to Terry’s gray one. When he squeezed, she let out a hiss. Terry took his thumbs and massaged what he felt were the outline of her nipples. At that, Savannah let out a “fuck”. Terry stopped, looking at Savannah, waiting for her eyes to open. Her dark brown skin was gleaming with the slight sweat she’d worked up.

“I didn’t say stop,” she said lowly, eyes heavy lidded with hunger. And so, Savannah was determined to maintain eye contact with Terry—to eventually be the one to win one of these staring contests. As he flicked his thumb in slow circles over her nipples, Savannah felt herself floating away. The feeling was good. Too good. Maybe too overwhelming. She was getting lost in the feeling. A new one, but overwhelming nonetheless. She was trying to stay here, stay present in this body. Her thoughts were interrupted by Terry squeezing her right shoulder. She blinked and focused back onto the objects inside of the room. The TV atop the dresser and the music sounding from it. The light on across the hall. Her clothes on THEE chair™️, and making them center back on Terry’s face.

Terry had seen Savannah enjoying the feeling, eyes rolling back at the pleasure, excitement and trying to maintain her focus on him. He wasn’t gonna lie. It gave him an ego boost. But then, he saw her eyes go in a slightly different direction. Her voice, her body still responding to his movements but her mind had gone elsewhere. Her eyes had glazed over and it made him stop.

“Savannah,” he squeezed her right shoulder again, “Savannah, baby.”

Her eyes found his again and her face contorted into a frown. You could see the disappointment on her face. Whatever feelings that were coming up for her right now, he wanted to make space for them —to make space for her.

“What is it?” Terry uttered softly.

Savannah shook her head from side to side. She kissed her teeth softly and said, “It was really nice. It felt good. It felt really good.”

Terry nodded wordlessly as he kept his hand on her shoulder, alternating light squeezes while he massaged it.

Savannah continued, “I felt too much. Not that anything you did was bad or wrong. It was perfect actually. Really really perfect.” She wanted to reassure him.

Terry gave her a small smile, “But?” he added.

“I felt it too much. It felt too good. And I think—“ she cut herself off. She thought what? That she couldn’t do this? That this might be harder than she thought it’d be? She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to think or even say or talk about herself as being too much. She’d done so much work already to remove that from her vocabulary, from seeing herself that way.

And Terry never did.

She hoped he wouldn’t now.

“I think that because the feeling—because EYE felt the feelings so intensely, I was so in my body, paying attention to everything. And that was scary. I think I got scared. I think we got scared.” The we in question was her body. The both of them were still navigating this together and it was difficult.

Savannah hadn’t even noticed the single tear that spilled onto her cheek until Terry wiped it away.

It was clear today that she would not be the winner of any of these staring contestants. 

Focusing on Terry and talking about this, made it too difficult. Eyes darting around the room as she talked, mostly because she didn’t want to see him. To see if the look on his face would change at all to pity. She couldn’t bear it. She hoped not.

Terry’s heart broke a little. But he made sure to maintain his steel of softness for Savannah. He didn’t want to speak too soon, speak over her, or imply anything that may not be true. He just wanted her to talk, to tell him what she needed. And he would help her in whatever way he knew how.

“I don’t want you to think,” Savannah said finally braving to make eye contact with Terry. Her nostrils were flaring and she was trying to keep her voice level. She didn’t want it break. But it did. “Less of me.”

At that statement though, Terry had to interrupt.  “I don’t think less of you.” Savannah raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I don’t,” he doubled down and countered in a firm tone.

Savannah rolled her eyes in exasperation and sighed loudly. Not at Terry. Not even at herself but just at the situation. When Savannah could not find the words to say, Terry decided to speak some more.

“I don’t think less of you. I never could but especially not because of this. You told me that you needed—that we needed to take it slow. Like I said, you are in control.” He took a pause. “ I’m with you because I like you. I like you because of you. This,” he picked up her hands, pointing his chin to their hands and to Savannah. “means something to me. You are important to me.” He squeezed her hands for emphasis.

As he considered his next words, there was  silence between the two of them. Savannah had briefly removed one of her hands and used the bottom of her palm to wipe her eyes. She joined hands with Terry again, as the two lay side to side, knees facing inward. Music was faintly playing in the background. 

It was a simple yet hypnotic melody. In fact, that’s why they’d let it repeat over and over. It was Terry’s choice. And it was definitely going to be up there on his Spotify Wrapped. 

When he first heard it, Savannah had immediately come to his mind. She was definitely special and knew it immediately when he’d come across her. 

—

Savannah was oblivious in her own world when he crossed her path. He was awestruck. 

It was the sound of her voice that piqued his interest first. He heard her before he saw her. After locking his bike out front, he walked through the library’s sliding doors. He’d heard it as the metal song he’d been listening to was fading out. She was at a table explaining something to the group of people in front of her. There was something about her voice that was soothing and captivating. Taking his buds out ear by ear, he was able to hear her voice in its fullness. He didn’t have the first clue about how the nutritional value of frozen fruit and vegetables was just as good as fresh, but he’d listen more to find out. 

Staring in her direction, he was immediately taken by her. She’d been wearing a bright pink bandana over her hair put in a thick low puff. Clear, purple glasses over deep, dark brown cat eyes, lined in black. Thin, oversized hoops framed her face. The rest of it he couldn’t see because she was wearing mask. It was a white one with blue straps. It made him scrunch his face in curiosity, especially because most of the library patrons he could see weren’t wearing any. He’d done a quick ocular scan of the space from periphery to main fields of vision. Yup. He’d spotted maybe 4 or 5 people outside the seated group wearing a mask at all. Some wore thin, black and light blue ones. Others wore more sturdy-looking ones? People had them the in different colors—white, black, pink green. He wasn’t wearing one either. But no mind that, he wanted to hear more of what she had to say. 

She was wearing an orange crochet cardigan with a white ribbed shirt. The shirt was stretched over her large chest and tucked into black stretchy yoga pants. 

The thick waistband outlined the roundness of her soft belly. They hugged her wide-set hips that framed her full thighs.  The rest of the material flared out at her knees, covering her white and light brown running shoes.

It was at the appraisal of her lower half that made Terry let out what he thought was a mental, “Damn,” and considered what behind might look like. He realized that was not the case when the library worker at the front desk cleared their throat loud enough for Terry to hear and get the hint. He whipped his head in their direction, smiling apologetically and nervously with wide eyes and thin lips. He was being a man, in a way he was NOT proud of right now.

“Sorry about that. Is there a place I can charge my phone?” he asked while adjusting his backpack.

The worker pointed in the opposite direction of Savannah and her group. The worker was wearing a thin, black mask so he couldn’t see the bottom half of their face. But the expression in their eyes made it clear he needed to keep it pushing and do so expeditiously. He thanked them and made his way to get some juice for his phone.

—

Lizzie’s voice was crooning on the song’s fourth verse, fading out the memory 

I'll give it to you freely

Cause you're so damn worth it

Oh will you still love me

Even when wе're hurting

Even when wе're hurting

“You are important to me,” he repeated “I’m not going to say that I don’t care about it. Because it wouldn’t be true. I care about whatever affects you, however it affects you.” He was looking down at her, the pair’s eyes a perfect match of earth, water and soil. Her eyes didn’t leave his this time, despite the silly face Terry made to break the tension in the room.

Savannah laughed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was getting better at keeping up with him. Maybe one day she would win one of these staring contests, he pretended not to know about. Attagirl.

“You can take however long you and your body need to adjust, to get back into it.  Take your time, baby.” he rested his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb at her cheek “The loving ain’t going nowhere.” he said with wide grin, while Savannah let out a short, spluttering laugh. 

“Okay, Mary J Blige,” she said shaking her head and rolling her eyes upward, staring at no place in particular.

“I got you,” Terry said booping Savannah’s nose.

“You got what?” she said with in an incredulous look on his face

“You,” he emphasized, “You can’t keep eyes on me.”

Savannah waved his hand from her face, the gold, medical bracelet glinting in the light. “Boy, bye.” She twisted at her waist to reach for her glasses on the nightstand. When she faced Terry again he was supporting himself up with his left hand, while his right one propped his head. Terry was staring at her as if he were enchanted. He’d always stare at her like that. And Savannah couldn’t believe that he still was, especially after how tonight went. He was making her feel all self-conscious and shit. Damn him and his fuck ass, color-changing eyes.

“What?” Terry said softly, cutting off her thoughts

“Fuck you and your fucking eyes”, Savannah playful shoved his shoulder.

“Why you say fuck me for?” Terry said aloud after letting out a laughter of shock, thick eyebrows raised and eyes widened.

“Because!” Savannah retorted, mirroring Terry’s expression and previous tone.

“Because what?” Terry said now in a softer tone, while squinting at her. He’d reached out for her hand again without looking. She accepted it and Terry interlocked his fingers with hers. It made Savannah smile, clearly showing because her eyes never left his.

This man was gonna be her undoing, she was sure of it. And he was sure she’d be his.

“So,” Savannah paused, while she focused on the feeling of the small circles Terry rubbed on the back of her clasped hand. “I didn’t ruin tonight?” she asked, avoiding Terry’s original question. Her left arm was bent at the elbow on her pillows, mirroring Terry while he was now lower than her. She felt Terry shift and then his hand on her knee. He slightly dipped his head, green-gray eyes asking for permission. Savannah nodded her head yes, and she felt Terry gently grab the back of her right knee, pulling it closer to him. Savannah loved the way the skin his rough textured palm felt against the soft smoothness of her legs. And Terry couldn’t get over how soft and delicate her skin was. Especially when he grazed her sides, feeling her rolls and ripples. It was supple and satin-like. He was grateful for the privilege he was allowed in getting to touch her. In allowing him to do anything with her. He’d do anything she’d ask in return.

“You did not,” Terry said. “I got to spend time with you. I got feel and caress you.” He demonstrated by caressing the back of her thigh. “I got to learn more about the sounds you make when you’re really feeling good ,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. Savannah scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Terry kissed his teeth, holding in his smirk. “See, there you go again.” he said in a light teasing tone. It was Savannah’s turn to kiss her teeth.

“Ok, but to be fair, today should NOT be counted!” She butted in holding a pointed finger upward

“Nigga, nobody is counting!” Terry laughed out. 

“What do you mean, nobody’s counting? YOU JUST TOLD ME YOU ARE!” she exclaimed in shock and amusement. She wasn’t upset or angry. She felt…vindicated. Vindicated at the fact this mf WAS doing this shit on purpose! Ooh, Terry. When you I catch you, Terry! When I catch you Terry!

Now, Terry didn’t wanna look Savannah in her eyes. He was being shy and evasive and shit. Looking around the room, now that she found him out. He could feel the heat rising to cheeks. Not him blushing over this. Savannah lightly tugged his chin upward towards her.

“Nah, pretty boy. Eyes up here. This is what you wanted right?” Savannah had said, genuinely teasing him. He knew she didn’t mean anything else behind those words, just getting him back for the sake of getting him back. But the way she said them, while grabbing his chin made him feel something. He’d have to return to that thought another time. The firm squeeze she added, and the pressure from the tips of her naturally long nails, to grab his attention again didn’t help.

Savannah was looking at him expectedly, one eyebrow arched with lips slightly parted.

“I mean…” Terry trailed off. He did love staring at her. Yeah, he got a thrill from how any look he gave her she had a reaction to. But it really was her eyes that captivated him. Her eyes were a deep dark brown, iris and pupil ringed in black. They were a cat-like almond shape. Sharp and alluring without meaning too. When she lined them with different colors, it only made them more striking. He could help but admire them and admire her, like one would the moon. Intrinsically and reverently.

“…you got some nice ass eyes. Be distracting a nigga and shit.” Terry chuckled trying not to be the chalant nigga he very much was and Savannah let out a low cackle.

“Heh, hey.” she took that moment to clap her hands slowly, alternating her hands so that palms touched fingertips and fingertips touched palms. Swiping away some of the doubt and insecurity in her head. It made her get a big one.

Whew! Savannah didn’t know she’d be able to relate to Victoria Monét when she sang it, but making niggas feel a way is a forté really. Well, shit. She wasn’t gonna feel guilty about using his face and his eyes as the last thing she’d sense in her grounding practice anymore. And, she was making him fold like he made her fold? Nah, the game was on. She was committed to winning a few of these stare-downs and she was gonna come out on top, one way or another.

“Anyways, back to what you were saying much earlier.” Savannah ushered him to continue after they’d gotten hella distracted and off course. She appreciated the levity Terry added to the moment for her sake. But Savannah really did need to know that she didn’t ruin tonight and that she shouldn’t feel bad when they woke up tomorrow. She wasn’t in love him yet, but she needed to know, that if it happened —when it happened, a voice in her head said—That he would validate and reassure her when this would come up again. Because it would. Come up again. 

“Like I was saying,” Terry extended the first syllable of the last word for exaggerated effect. It earned him a giggle. “We got to pause and ground together, when we both needed it.” Savannah gave him a slight eyebrow raise. 

Terry began to rub at the back of his neck when he admitted, “I read online that light yet firm pressure could be helpful in helping a partner stay present.” Savannah’s face softened in surprise and endearment. Oh shit! Not him doing self-directed research!

So that’s why he was doing those squeezes and circles!

He continued hesitantly, “Yeah. I was just looking up different articles, going to different websites and other people’s accounts and stuff talking about disability, sex and trauma, you know. I just wanted to make sure I could help you feel as comfortable as possible. And you know, I got kinda nervous too cuz i was like, ‘I don’t know if Im fucking up or doing too much’ so I was stopping when I needed to too.” Terry was rambling nervously and it was so cute and sweet. She couldn’t believe he did that for her. And also that what he found helped him too.

“But yeah, nothing was ruined. I got to be here with you. And see what it was like when you start floating away,” he ended in a singysong way, wiggling his fingers for emphasis looking nowhere in particular.

Terry made sure to snap his head back to Savannah’s. He reached up for her face, his thumb slowly moving up and near her chin and lips. At that, she took a hand and draped it behind Terry’s neck. She used her nails to make slow, stroking movements at the across the length of his neck. She wanted to make sure she heard what Terry was saying.

“But I want you know, that I’ll be right here with you on earth. No matter where you go, wherever you go.” Terry stated firmly. He had an earnest look in his eyes. His, tinged with grey among blue-green ocean waves, moving in sync with hers, being compelled by the draw of her deep brown moons shining with black rings. The tides of feeling and connection present between the two were unmistakable. Undeniable.

Savannah knew that he meant every word. 

And it was scary as hell. 

She hadn’t had someone feel so sure about her in this way, in a long time.

But she wanted to see it through anyways, whatever this would become with time. She hadn’t told him everything, just enough to be in the know. And he took that information and built on it. For them. For her.

Savannah slightly lowered her head towards Terry, hovering her lips right over his. Her chain dangling over his.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his lips. 

“Nothing is ever too much for you,” he whispered back.

And so the tides crashed, leading their lips to softly touch together. Melting with the hopes for the future and the celestial of their current now.

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Author's Note Pt 2: Comments, questions and suggestions are so welcome (please be nice to me tho 🥺 👉🏿 👈🏿) I did try to revise this one and edit it for real for real. If there are any errors let me know.

If you're wondering how he got Savannah out that mask...you gotta keep reading. If you wanna be added to the taglist without getting all my other NSFW reblogs, please lemme know in the replies.

Also I hope that those of you who needed to or still need to take some breaks and do some grounding cuz reading may have been a lot, please do that. Slowly blink your eyes open and close. Stretch your fingers, wrists, arms, and neck. Hell, your whole body. Drink some water. Grab a snack. Put on a mood uplifting song. <3

Also if you somebody like me, who still be masking when they be outside, im writing this for you extra!

For anyone who need it, let this work be a manifestation for the dynamics you desire, that are aligned with you in all ways, with no doubts or questions. May the Divine deliver and you recognize them upon arrival. You got this, boo! 😉

Okay thank you for coming to my TED Talk 🥰 See y'all on the dash

Part 3

[suugarbabe]

heyy! you're one of my fav angst writers so I was wondering if you could write a mattheo riddle x reader fic where Mattheo enjoys making reader jealous so reader goes out if her way to make mattheo jealous which ends in confessions and perhaps a smutty ending/ fluffy ending? Whatever you see fit! Thank youuuu~

(1) thank you sooo much, if I could I would just write all day long, I'm so glad you like what I put out there

(2) I loooove a jealous Teo 😊; here you go love x

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 1.9k

18+ MDNI!! be aware of the content you consume, do not read if you are a minor.

“You know if you glare any harder, you might bore a hole through the man,” Pansy’s comment did nothing to stray your eyes away from the scene in front of you. “Yeah, well he deserves it, he’s doing this shit on purpose. It’s like he gets off on making me jealous.” You watched as Mattheo continued to shamelessly flirt with the Hufflepuff girl seated next to him. She was a giggling mess at basically anything he was saying, “He’s not that funny, she’s being obnoxious.” Pansy snorted at your comment, simply shaking her head. It was when Mattheo tucked a loose strand behind her ear that you felt like your brain was short-circuiting. Pansy saw the look on your face, then followed your eyes to Mattheo and the girl, “Oh he’s in for it now isn’t he.” You let out a huff of frustration, closing your textbook and leaving the classroom. 

In your dorm room you were getting ready for the party your house was throwing tonight. Typically you dressed a little more relaxed for parties your house hosts because it’s more homey to you, but tonight you were going full on vixen. You opted for a black mini dress, skin tight and hugging all the right places. You paired it with emerald green heels, a gold necklace adorned with an emerald stone and a gold snake bracelet. You allowed Pansy to do your hair and makeup, making your eyes pop and leaving your hair down your back in bouncing waves, just like you knew your boyfriend liked. 

However, he was barely going to touch you tonight. Not until you allowed him to anyway. This morning he fucked around, tonight he was going to find out. When you and Pansy entered the party it was in full swing. You spotted your group of boys in the back corner, and Merlin if Mattheo didn’t look amazing. But you took a deep breath, centering yourself. No matter how good he looked, you had to stick to your plan. Pansy bounced over to Draco, throwing her arms around him and greeting him with a big kiss to his cheek. It was obvious the boys had been drinking for a while before you both got there simply by the reaction Draco had, which was a big smile and giggle. 

You walked to the group a little slower. When you approached them, Mattheo’s eyes grew wide. You could see him looking you up and down and you did your best to appear unbothered by this. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, you just hummed in return. He met your eyes, “Something wrong, princess?” You put on a big smile, “No, Teo, nothing is wrong. Why did you do something you shouldn’t have?” He raised an eyebrow at you questioningly, “Erm, no..?” Your mouth fell to a tight line, how could he be so oblivious, or was he still playing the game from earlier? You decided it was your turn now, and glanced around your circle of friends for the perfect accomplice. 

Besides your boyfriend, Enzo was your favorite boy in the group. He was always so cheerful, smile plastered on his face regardless of the situation. He was a cute guy, always having his own gaggle of girls following him around, but he never really entertained it. He always seemed more interested in quidditch or parties. When he saw you looking at him his smile grew wider, “Y/n, you look, wow.” You giggled, “Thank you, Enzo, that’s very kind.” If possible his smile grew wider as he took another sip of his drink. Mattheo went to place his hand on your waist possessively, but you pushed him off, instead walking up to Enzo, “You wanna dance with me, Enzo?” Enzo’s eyes flicked to Mattheo but you grabbed hold of Enzo’s jaw, pulling him down to face you, “Please, Enzie, you know Teo never dances with me and I wanna have fun tonight.” You put on your best pout, looking up through your lashes. 

You saw his shoulders slack, indicating that you had convinced him. You bounced on your toes, clapping your hands together. You knew the hem on your dress was riding up as you did so, and you could feel Mattheo’s eyes boring a hole in your back. You grabbed Enzo’s hand that wasn’t holding his drink and dragged him to the middle of the dance floor, ignoring any protests you heard from Mattheo as you passed. He looked over at Pansy, eyebrows nearly to the ceiling. Pansy held her hands up in defense, “Maybe if you’re lonely you can ask that Hufflepuff girl to dance?” Mattheo’s lips slowly turned into a smirk, realizing now the game you were playing at. 

Once near the middle of the dance floor, you turned your back to Enzo, swaying your hips and grinding against him. He free hand held firm to your waist as you snaked an arm up and around his neck. He let your bodies move against each other before enlightening you, “I know what you’re doing, y/n/n.” You turn to face him, wrapping your hands behind his neck, still dancing with your body pressed to his, “You mean just dancing with one of my best guy friends?” Enzo rolled his eyes, “I know you’re using me as a ploy to make Mattheo jealous. Don’t worry though…” He leaned in closer, whispering against your ear, “He’s been a dick on the quidditch pitch all week so I’ll play along. We can give him a little show if you want.” You nodded your head quickly, then Enzo went straight to work. 

As the next song came on Enzo grabbed hold of your waist, fingers dancing just above the curve of your ass. As the beat of the song got stronger, Enzo slotted his leg between yours, guiding you to essentially grind on his thigh. The song was barely a minute in before you felt another arm wrap around your waist and lift you away from your dancing partner. You didn’t even panic, you knew who it was and the way he talked to Enzo had warmth rushing to the pit of your stomach, “I don’t know what the fuck game you’re playing at Lorezno but it’s over.” Enzo held his hands up, “Listen, mate, she asked me to dance. Who am I to tell her no?” Mattheo grumbled some form of ‘fuck you’ back to him as he carried you to the edge of the dance floor and towards the stairs leading up to the dorms. 

“Exactly where are we going? I’m not done dancing, nor drinking. There’s like the whole night left to party,” You were struggling against Matteo’s grip now, which only tightened with your fighting. “Oh, you’re done with the party, princess. You wanted to act like a little slut with my friend, well now I’m going to treat you like a slut.” You gasped as he threw you down on his bed, “Excuse me, sir, but Enzo is my friend too. And I wasn’t acting like a slut…we were just dancing.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, pushing you back on to the bed and crawling over you. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin making you gasp, “You don’t dance like that with my friends.” 

He nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, “O-our friend.” You barely got the words out, Mattheo’s hands trailing down your sides and playing with the hem of your dress. “Do you want our friend to be here right now because if you’d rather he help you out,” Mattheo dragged his middle finger up your clothed center, “I’m sure he’d kill to feel how wet he got you.” You tried to buck your hips towards him, tried to gain any friction possible, “N-not for him, all for you T-Teo.” He hummed, trailing his lips up your neck and along your jaw, “F’me, hmm? But you’ve barely been by me all night.” He was toying with you now, thumb drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, not nearly applying the pressure you needed. You shook your head, “Only was thinking of you, wanted, ah, wanted to make you jealous.” 

Mattheo hooks his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down agonizingly slow. You tug at the sides of your dress, allowing it to bunch up around your waist, “You wanting me to do something, love?” Mattheo looks up at you, eyes dancing with deviance. You tangle your fingers in his hair, “Need you, Teo.” He growled lowly at the wine in your tone, “What do you need from me, princess? Use your words.” You tugged at his curls, “Mouth, need your mouth on me.” He toys with you now, laying on his stomach, smoothing his palms up your legs, squeezing the flesh of your thighs before placing a kiss to each one, “Here?” 

You buck your hips toward him, causing him to flatten a palm against your hip, keeping you still. Without warning he flattens his tongue, licking a stripe up your center. You let out a choked gasp, head falling back against the pillow, “Oh, there? Is that what you want, princess?” You open your mouth to respond when he does it again, this time pressing his thumb down on your clit as he does so. “Loss for words now, hmm? But you were talking such a big game earlier.” You want to glare at him, to tell him to fuck off but the way his mouth feels on you is pure bliss.

Your nails scratch on his scalp and the growl he releases sends vibrations straight to your core. He grips your thighs tighter, surely causing bruises but in the moment you can’t get yourself to care. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard as he plunges three fingers knuckle deep into you. Your back arches off the bed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Teo, don’t stop, please.” 

You can feel the smirk on his face as he works his fingers just slightly faster, the knot in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter with each curl, each lick, each twist. Your hips roll against in face, grip tightening in his hair until you’re practically using him, riding his tongue and chasing your high and the feeling gets tighter and tighter and then the rubber band snaps, your mouth drops open and a chorus of praises mixed with his name leave your mouth. And he lets your ride it out on his tongue, on his fingers, but even when you begin to settle he doesn’t stop. He pushes against the sensitive nerves and you feel like you’re going to black out from the pleasure as he demands a second release from you before you can even stop it, not that you would even want to at this point. As you catch your breath you chance a look down at him between your thighs, catch him rub a thumb across his lips, gathering your arousal and sucking it off. You smile at him and he just grins at you, a lovestruck look on his face, “If this is my punishment I’m gonna have to make you jealous more often.” You were teasing, but slightly serious. Mattheo crawls over you, face hovering just above yours now, “Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

[charlesf1leclerc]

Hellooo,

love your work was wondering if you could do some fluffy lando i dont mind what up to you! Thank you

Summary- first look on your wedding day with Lando

Warnings- poorly edited, fluff , mentions of kissing 

Todays was the day the day you were going to marry the love of your life. Lando Norris. You and lando had been planning this day for a year and a-bit now. It was perfect from the church to the table cloths. Lando had tried to be involved in the planning but with racing and the fact he didn’t know half of what you were talking about meant that you did most of the planning on your own ( along with the help of the wedding planner ) but you didn’t mind at all after way then it would be perfect. 

You had picked the most beautiful dress with a long trail of tulle and a veil that trailed behind you.

You were not in the least bit nervous you were happy that you got to see lando after spending yesterday apart, yes you couldn’t go a day without each other. You knew lando would be there waiting for you today and you were certainly going to be there for him.

You and lando had agreed to have that special first look moment just for you two because lando was emotional and he would rather have that special moment in-front of you and not all your guests. Of course he would still be emotional when you walked down the aisle but best to get as much out of him before had . He really loved you!

You and lando had selected Daniel to be your wedding photographer. Of course Lando also had his camera on him to capture some moments but Daniel was the best choice as he and lando were so close you felt comfortable with letting him capture the special moments.

Lando had his back to you in order not to spoil the big moment too soon. Daniel had given you the ok to come walk up behind him of course following you with his camera like the ‘professional’ photographer he is. You slowly walked closer and closer to your husband, your heels clicking on the ground the sound alerting Lando that you were coming. 

His palms were sweaty as he rubbed them together to calm his nerves ( excited nerves of course). Lando always thought you were beautiful no matter what you were wearing but he knew the moment he saw you in your wedding dress you were going to be the vision of perfect, a piece of art.

You had now approached lando you took a deep breath before reaching out to touch his shoulder alerting him that it’s ok to turn around.

“ Hi “ you whispered 

When he turned around he immediately had tears in his eyes. 

“ Hi “ he croaked “ you look…. “

“ I look what “ you inquired 

“ beautiful, more then beautiful, this dress is wow”

You reached up to wipe the tears that were falling down his face

“ if you keep crying like this I’m gonna start crying and ruin my makeup” you giggled tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry I just I can’t believe I’m marrying you, in 10min it’s you’re going to me Mrs.Norris” he spoke running his hands up and down your arms.

You had honestly forgotten that Daniel was there until you heard the click of his camera. Turning to face him.

“ could you guys be any cuter, I’ve never seen Lando cry this much just except for that time I hit him in the face with that big bouncy ball” Daniel laughed with his notorious grin.

“ hey that really hurt ok, it still hurts” Lando pointed a finger streaky at lando

“ aww poor little lando” Daniel chuckled walking away to give you a little space.

“ soo…” I spoke

“ sooo…. I really want to kiss your right now” 

“ nah ah Lans wait a few more minutes I already gave you into you wanted to see the dress before I walk down the aisle” you spoke placing your finger on your lips

“ Well let’s hurry up and get this wedding started so you and me can be married” he pulled your arm towards the church 

“ ok ok calm down , the dress lando” you laughed moving towards the church doors ready to marry the love of your life. 

[rokkr-ragnarok-writers-corner]

Beach Day

@abstractdogwolfthing is the owner of this amazing AU, and they got me on an absolute roll~

Will be tossed on AO3 later probably~ Like most of my work, its completely unedited ~1,100 words, took about 30-40 minutes to write

Strawberry Nightmare takes her Pets out for a Beach day, with some help from her absolute bestest friend in the world Fresh~

“Pleeeeeaaaaaaaasssssseeee~” Nightmare asked, batting her eye as she held her hands together. Begging her favorite bestie in the entire multiverse, “my pets were all begging me so adorably!~ “Please Boss, Can we have a day at the beach! The fresh salty air is good for us!” You knooooow I can't say no to them!”

Fresh was hiding their grin behind a fur lined fan, waving it just enough to get her curls bouncing. This body was a rather comfortable one, but well… All bodies deteriorate before long. “And you need me because…?~”

“Can’t a girl ask her besty out to a Beach day in peace?~” purred the strawberry flavored Guardian.

“You and I both know you don’t just dooo anything sweet cheeks~” Fresh tapped Nightmare’s head with the fan, “but fiiiine~ Ill get my answers later anyways~”

Strawbs gasped, a hand over her chest dramatically, “Why Fresh! Its like you don’t trust me!”

“More like I know how to get your adorable pets talking when you don’t want to love~” Fresh giggled, “Ill see you tomorrow. Don’t break your phone before then~”

Neither set a time, but they really didn’t have to. Things always just seemed to work out for their little hang out sessions~

The next day Strawbs was standing on the dock with the leashes in hand, “Now pets~ What were the rules~”

“No splashing the boss!~” Killer eagerly piped up, holding their hand up and waving it.

“Boss don… like much… rough housin,” Horror tacked on, yawning a bit as they leaned on dust sleepily. Eyeing the basket in Dust’s arms.

Dust rolled their eyes at it, but didn’t mind too much, signing, [and no feeding the fish.] Making sure Horror only got a little snack for now so he didn’t ruin his appetite for lunch.

“Perfect!~” Strawb clapped her hands eagerly, “aren’t you all such good poppets?~ Make sure to tell your loving doctor if you aren’t feeling well~”

From behind her slowly rose a large large skull. A familiar eye in one of the sockets. A grin slowly grew as it noticed Strab hadn’t noticed it yet… And gave her a long lick~

“Tasty~” Fresh teased as the pink guardian gave her friend an indignant look.

“Ask first! What have I said about asking to lick first Fresh? Do you have any idea how much concentration it takes to get the tastiest goop to a location for you to lick? How dare! How dare!” Waving around her favorite quill dramatically.

Fresh let out a little snort, “Admit it~ You love it~”

“That’s not the point and you know it!” Strawb insisted. Not noticing her patients loading up their beach supplies on Fresh’s shell while she scolded the Parasite.

Dust walked up and tugged on her sleeve a little. Pointing up at the shell where they had set up a tent with a blow up bed for her. Draped in soft fabrics and faux fur pillows. Even a cooler next to her with tasty chilly treats. Though she wouldn’t be able to taste the different flavors, their textures would be a delight.

“You know me sooo well!~” she squealed, wiping away a tear with a little flourish. Shuffling over quickly and flopped on the bed with a little moan of delight.

While she hugged a plush she watched the others setting up a volley ball net. A Blow up mannequin set up as a fourth player to even out the odds between the teams. Killer far too hopped up on sweets to need any help. Dust was deadly efficient so the sleepy Horror didn’t need to do much to help.

A near 1v1, but well… volleyball is supposed to be 2v2.

A couple hours into the swim, Fresh hummed, “and to your right is a Coral Reef. Admire its colors and the cute little fishies if you will~” Still laying flat as she floated along, arms crossed as a pillow.

“Fish?” Strawb asked, perking up some. Slowly she left her comfortable nest to go to the edge of the shell. Taking out a camera to take pictures for her clinic. Maybe she could ask that cute little artist to paint their own versions with these beautiful sights~

She didn’t expect to slip off the shell… Fall into the water with a startled squeak!

The trio of pets didn’t notice at first, too engrossed in their game… The sound of the ball being struck louder than their Boss’s little squeak.

Horror lifted their head, looking around. Brow furrowed when he noticed the tent was empty. “Mrrrrrr?” he slowly stood, shaking himself some to get his bones back aligned. The rattling stopping the other two in their tracks.

“Something up Ror Ror?” Killer asked, walking over. Making an amused little giggle as their shoes squeaked with every step. A cheeky little grin on their face.

Dust tilted their head some, wondering why they stopped.

“Boss lady…?” horror asked, pointing at the tent where said boss was nowhere to be seen.

Fresh turned their torso just enough to look at them from the corner of her socket, Judgement clear in her gaze, “She fell off several minutes ago and you only notice now? No wonder your lot don’t last long. Such pathetic little pets don’t even pay attention when their Mistress is in distress,” she sneered.

Killer scrambled to the side of the shell where the footprints of their Mistress went. Noticing a bobbing bit of pink many fish were nibbling at. “Boss!” he cried out, “Boss! Are you awake?” Waving his hand to see if she would react.

A soft groan came from the pink mass and not much else.

He giggled at how cute it was. Debating if they should save her now or give it a few minutes just to see how she does…

Horror and Dust made the decision for them, opting to use the Volley Ball net and poles to fish out their boss. Their boss giggling as she was pulled up and onto the shell at last. Sopping wet with Salt water and a cute little swirl in her eye.

[Awwww~ Look at her~ No thoughts just Salt~] Dust signed, the one whos survived as Strab’s pet the longest.

“Salt?” Horror asked with a raised brow.

[Boss is Drunk~ S so cute seeing her like this~] Dust offered. Soon going off and coming back with a few towels. Laying them across their boss so she wasn’t left to dry out in the sun for too long. Killer was quick to help, Giggling away as they though of other ways to get their boss drunk like this.

[ch4osworld]

YOU ALWAYS EAT THE ONE YOU LOVE

Words: 697

Sooo i decided to take a pause from 'the passenger' until i get a decent idea for a chapter, in the meantime i got an idea for this.

Alastor x reader

Cw: cannibalism but as a metaphor for love, sadomasochism and suggestive. Maybe OOC Alastor i don't know. I went a bit crazy with this.

He feels the softness of your skin, cold and soft against his touch. He smells your delicate aroma, his teeth grazed against you. As he feels you against him he knows he can't resist, a strong desire engulfing him whole, laying deep into his soul, an oh so passionate love he feels for you only.

He wants you to be his every meal: his breakfast, his lunch, his dinner, and his occasional snack. It doesn't matter how much flesh he eats, for he only craves yours. His crimson eyes staring deep into yours, with such a hunger it seemed he hadn't eaten for days. Is it really so wrong to love someone so much to want to consume them whole, to make them eternally part of you?

There are so many ways he could make you: braised, stewed, fried, grilled, raw. Yes that would be perfect, there is nothing better than to taste your flesh as pure as it can be.

Oh yes he must eat you now.

Oh he really can't make it anymore, he finally take a chunk from your shoulder. Your soft and delicate skin seems like it's melting in his mouth, oh how delicious you were. The bitter taste of blood invades his insides, truly a bliss. Oh how stupid it was going to heaven when he was living it right now.

Your scarlet blood ran on your naked chest, as the pain finally reached you. It hurt, it endlessly hurt, but oh how it felt good, it felt addictive. You wanted more...you needed more. He finishes his little hors d'oeuvre by licking off the blood still flowing from the wound, sliding down your body until cleaning every single drop of blood. But that wasn't the end, oh darling he didn't even manage to get to the main course!

His head kept getting lower and lower, reaching your inner thighs. He looked at you, you could feel the love, the desire, the passion. He took a moment to inhale your scent, oh you were truly such a doe! So cute and tasty!

After some agonizing long seconds, he bit, taking another chunk of your skin. Oh he wanted to savor you slowly, feeling every inch, getting every taste of you. This part of you was particolarly soft. How it felt good in his mouth, and the blood only served as a bitter sauce to make it just perfect. He made sure to take every inch of it, it's not like he didn't notice how good it felt for you.

Now how could he forget about the dessert? He looked at you. You were starting to feel weak from the blood loss, he knew it, but that's just makes it better doesn't it? But oh no, you were so pale it looked like you were about to faint! That just won't do. He moved up closer to your face, his lips still covered with your blood. He kissed you, a gentle and tender kiss, making you taste yourself "Now you don't taste so bad do you? I am sure you'll be more than happy for me to finish won't you?"

You eagerly nodded, how could you refuse another one when he made you feel so good? He hummed, content with your response, as he slowly slid down to your hip. He took a moment to inhale your scent and then he finally took a bite. Sounds of pleasure escaped your lips, as he happily savored his last meal, his mouth full with your scarlet blood.

He took a moment to look at you, to admire you. Blood covered you everywhere, oh you were truly delicious! In that moment it was only him and you, in his room, covered in blood. How romantic.

Oh but what partner would he be if he wouldn't let you eat? No, no dear that just won't do, you need to eat. It's your turn to have your meal now, and you could have as much as him as you wanted. It's your turn to feel him, for him to become a part of you, forever.

You got closer and closer, your breath itching against his neck

And you bite

[misc-obeyme]

Congrats on the followers!!!! WOOOOO!!!

could I request “I really want to kiss you right now.” with Beelzebabes please? something about him just saying that out of the blue…ugh. it fuckin GETS me. NSFW af please (the naughtier the better ;) lol), and if I could request AFAB but gender neutral pronouns for reader?

Also if it’s not asking too much could you avoid using the word “cunt?” Just a personal turn off, tbh.

btw i’m @libidinous-weeb on here! (side blog) and your smut writing skills are top tier!!! you’re sooo good, i’m a huge fan! <3

Hello hello!

Ahh thank you so much!! I'm still not very confident in my smut writing, so it means it a lot to hear that you like it!!

Okay, so hopefully this one turned out okay... I love Beel so much I think he would just be really sweet the whole time lol. I didn't really end up using pronouns aside from you/yours, so hopefully that's okay, too. But MC is AFAB! As it turns out, I don't like using the word "cunt" either so I didn't, but I would also like to say that it is absolutely never too much to ask me not to use a word like that. I am happy to accommodate any such preferences!

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AFAB!MC x Beelzebub with prompt "I really want to kiss you right now."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: face-sitting, penetration (reader receiving)

You had been flirting pretty blatantly with Beel all day, hoping against hope that he'd pick up on your meaning. It wasn't as though he didn't already know how you felt. You had already spent several nights together, all of them mind blowing. But you found yourself wanting more and more. And it had been too long.

It was a slow afternoon and most of his brothers were out of the house or otherwise occupied. For once, you didn't really have anything demanding your attention. It was the perfect opportunity to spend a little quality time with Beel. He seemed happy enough to do whatever you wanted, but he didn't seem to be picking up on exactly what you wanted.

You asked him to join you in your room to watch some TV. Sitting together on your bed was the perfect situation. You could cuddle with him, maybe kiss him a bit, and if he still wasn't getting the message, you might need to just say it directly.

But when you were there, cozied up to his side, you found the TV so boring and his presence so relaxing that you felt yourself getting a little drowsy. Being cuddled up with him like that was so comfortable, you forgot all about your earlier attempts at flirting, your eyelids actually starting to get a little heavy.

"MC," Beel said.

His tone was so serious, you sat up straight to look at him. "What is it?"

Beel met your eyes. "I really want to kiss you right now."

You blinked in surprise for a moment. And then you were no longer sleepy. You turned off the TV, climbed into his lap, and kissed him.

Beel's hands went to your waist and when you opened your mouth for him, he took the invitation readily. You felt the hot spike of desire that ran through your body at the feeling of his tongue against yours. The kiss got hot and sloppy, your motions growing desperate as all the neediness you had been feeling previously returned to you full force. When you felt his erection stirring beneath you, you took the opportunity to grind down on it.

Beel moaned low in his throat, his lips still on yours, his hands running over your hips and your backside. You broke away to pull in a breath, leaving Beel to put his lips on your neck. He sucked and nipped just a little, which made you gasp and grind down on him again. The throbbing need between your legs was almost too much to bear as you gripped Beel's shoulders.

Beel ran his hands under your shirt, breaking away from you so he could pull it over your head, exposing your chest. You tugged on his, too, and it was gone in moments, both of them forming a little heap on the floor. And then Beel's mouth was on one of your nipples. You clutched at his bare shoulders, nails digging in enough to leave little half moon indentations in his skin.

And then you felt Beel's fingers tugging on the waistband of your pants. You slid off of his lap to remove them yourself along with your underwear, too eager to let him do it for you.

Before you could do anything else, though, Beel was lying down on your bed on his back. You frowned at him because he was still wearing his pants.

"Um, Beel," you said.

Beel tugged on your hand and you let him pull you back up onto the bed. His hands guided you until you were straddling his face, your knees on either side of his head.

"Beel," you said again, a note of uncertainty in your voice.

"Is this okay? You can trust me, MC," Beel said, his hands resting on your hips.

You nodded your willingness to let him take the lead and he pushed gently on your hips. You lowered yourself down, holding onto the headboard for balance.

The moment Beel's tongue made contact with your hot flesh, your body clenched and you were thankful you were already gripping the headboard. You held on as he plunged his tongue inside of you before pulling it up to swirl around your clit. You moaned, feeling the wetness dripping from you, imagining how it must be dripping down his chin.

Beel moaned into you and the vibration of his deep voice made you shudder. Beel pushed down on your hips again, making you sink even lower. You had a vague thought about potentially suffocating him, but it fled as soon as he began to suck. He was moaning continuously now, clearly doing it on purpose because of the way you were reacting to it.

You held on to the headboard with both hands, not sure how long you could last like this. The sweet hot feeling gathered deep within you, building and building. You moaned Beel's name as you could feel yourself getting closer and closer until your orgasm finally burst upon you, rolling through you and making you see stars.

You couldn't stop yourself from moving your hips as you rode out your high, not even able to think about what that might be doing to Beel's face.

When you were able to think clearly again, you moved back, half sitting on his chest because you didn't have the strength to go anywhere else.

Beel smiled up at you and your stomach fluttered at the sight of your cum on his lips. He licked them and you nearly orgasmed again just from that.

You leaned forward, letting your head fall on his shoulder. "Beel, you're making me crazy."

Beel rubbed your back. "Do you want me to keep going? Or is it too much?"

You looked at him and smiled. You didn't say anything, just sat up, moved so you were sitting next to him on the bed, and tugged at his pants.

Beel took the hint. He got up from the bed to discard them on the pile of all your other clothes.

This freed his massive cock and you wondered briefly if your eyes were shining excitedly at the sight of it. You could feel the thrill that ran though you as you reached out to touch it.

Beel let you stroke it for a little bit while he stood beside the bed, biting his lip and trying not to groan.

After a minute though, he looked down at you. "MC…"

There was a note of desperation in his tone that sent a stab of desire spiking up your spine. You instantly lay back on the bed, scooting yourself toward the edge. Beel helped you by pulling your legs up to rest on his chest, but paused with the tip of his cock at your entrance. He looked down at you, a question clearly on his face.

"It's okay, Beel," you said. You pushed yourself closer to him. "I want you inside me."

Even with this permission, Beel went slow. You knew it was because he was aware of his size and didn't want to hurt you in any way. You were already so wet, but you were also sensitive after having orgasmed on his face moments ago. Every inch of him that entered you shot sparking sensations through your entire body. You were already squirming and moaning beneath him by the time he was fully inside you.

You reached up to grab at his hands, which were resting on your hips, as he began to slowly move in and out of you. It was almost agonizing how careful he was being.

You arched your back and said, "Faster, faster, please…"

Beel always listened to you and this was no exception. He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you hard and fast, hitting that sweetest spot deep inside you and making you cry out with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

Beel seemed to be just as lost in sensation as you were, his thrusts becoming frantic, your name spilling from his mouth in a repetitive mumble.

You were already nearing your climax again. It was only a matter of a few more hard thrusts from Beel and you were clenching around him, everything tightening as you did your best not to scream. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you as Beel kept going. You squirmed, rocking your hips with him, the feelings running through you so intense you couldn't help the praise spilling from your lips, telling him how good he felt, how amazing he was, how full he made you feel.

It seemed hearing you saying such things, even incoherently, was the last push Beel needed. He groaned as he filled you up with his cum, his hands clenching on your hips, his thrusts stuttering and then slowing.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both of you breathing heavily. After catching your breath, you would clean each other up, carefully and sweetly, before returning to your bed. You pressed yourself into Beel's side, his arm circling protectively around you and pulling you closer. The feeling of his skin against yours was so nice, you found yourself filled with a sense of happiness. It wasn't long before you both fell asleep, completely exhausted.

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[weneeya]

Hi! First, I wanna say I hope you're doing well! Second, I love your writing, I've only just found your blog recently, but you've very quickly become one of my favorite writers on tumblr 🥰. Last thing, if you're okay with it, I was wondering if I could make a request for a Gajeel x reader where the reader and Gajeel have been together for a couple years, and has a more muscular build than quite a few of the other women in Fairy Tail, her strength rivals Erza's because of the training she's done for herself. As much as she loves being as strong as she is thanks to all her hard work, she still gets insecure about how she looks believing she has too much of a masculine type of build, and Gajeel takes it upon himself to show her how much he loves her as she is. It could be headcannons of different ways he shows her, or a oneshot, however you wanna do it. Thank youuu, hope your day goes well!!!

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pairing. gajeel x reader

note. omg i'm sorry i took a bit long to do your request but i loved the idea so much that i wanted to do it perfectly!! thank you for your words, it's making me sooo happy <3 i hope i've been able to do what you expected from me :)

he always thought he would love someone to protect, someone so much weaker 

until he met you 

you’re strong, one of the strongest even ; with your magic but also physically 

your arms? your thighs? lord he would give everything to get crushed by them

you love being strong, he knows it 

but he also knows that it’s making insecure sometimes, because you’re not all shy and small and girly 

he’s bad at showing how much he loves and adores you, but he’s doing his best 

always asking you to come with him when he’s doing a quest ; alone or not, it doesn’t matter, he always want you to come 

asks you to train with him and Lily, saying you could learn a thing or two from each other

it happened one time, but he came on the guild’s stage to sing for you : most embarrassing thing he ever done, but also probably the most adorable one

fighting with the boys about who have the best girlfriend ; always ends up with no winner because they’re fighting 

you feel a bit stupid for even doubting how much he could love you, but it’s never bad to get a reminder

but he’s always sure he’s not doing enough 

Gajeel was sitting at the bar of the guild, head resting against the counter as he seemed completely depressed. Mirajane looked at him, tilting his head to the side. It was unusual to see him like that, because he was the type to never give up.  “What’s wrong?” She asked, and a long sigh left the dragon slayer’s lips. “y/n is not feeling well, I heard her talking with Levy the other day. She thinks she’s too masculine, but I don’t know how to show her she’s perfect.” A smile appeared on the girl’s lips, and she crossed her arms.  “Did you try telling her? Like you’re doing right now?” Gajeel sat up straight almost immediately, a blush rushing across his face. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that!” It was almost like Mirajane asked him to do the most difficult thing ever. She laughed slightly, and Gajeel looked away with a pout.  “Nothing would be clearer than your words themselves,” she said, and he knew she was right. He took a deep breath before standing up and leaving in a hurry. You weren’t in the guild, neither was Lily ; so he knew exactly where you were. In a few minutes, he was at the spot where you were training with Lily.  He cleared his throat loudly, making both of you stop. You looked at him, a bit surprised to see your boyfriend here. You stepped closer, an eyebrow raised. “Is everything okay?” You asked, and Gajeel took a deep breath.  “You’re perfect as you are,” he started, and you blinked a few times, not understanding what was happening. You were about to say something, but he stopped you. It was difficult enough without you intervening.  “I don’t want you to ever doubt yourself, especially how you look. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I adore every inch of you. I don’t care if you’re not all small and fragile ; I love you for how you are and I love everything about it.” He was almost out of breath.  You stayed silent for a few moments, because you didn’t expect any of this to happen. You noticed how he was trying to make an effort recently, but you never thought he would come to you to say it like this to your face. Slowly, a smile appeared on your lips. You cupped his face between yours hands, leaving a small kiss against his lips.  “Thank you Gajeel. I appreciate it, I really do,” you said, and a smile appeared on his own lips right after your words. That was all he wanted to see. You were the prettiest when you were smiling, and nothing should make you doubt this.

thank you!!

[fishuus]

i guess this is a rec list of stuff i liked in 2024?? no particular order, i just wanted to yak about some things i had a good time with.

bang brave bang bravern: maybe this isn't a legit comparison but i keep thinking of it as "what if samurai flamenco had a significantly tighter story (tomokazu sugita is also there)". if you like giant robots, you might like this. if you like a completely straight-faced commitment to the extremely funny bit of contrasting hard military scifi with the absurdity of classic giant robots, you might like this. if you're interested in sugita playing a robot who's a bottom, and also there's a lot of gay shit and the earnest power of true love, you might like this!

digimon story cyber sleuth & hacker's memory: a really fun set of turn-based jrpgs. cyber sleuth took me a while to warm up to (the localization could be better, to put it generously), but i came to enjoy its slightly offbeat sense of humor. hacker's memory, otoh, i loved from the start. it does a great job showing how cyber sleuth's story beats happened in parallel while still keeping the focus on a fantastic new cast and their own plotlines. the first game is a more standard digimon story about saving the world, while hacker's memory widens the perspective and shows a bit of the systems at play in the background. just a super satisfying game on every level for me.

shin godzilla: personally i love logging off work and my many meetings and watching a movie about a guy who has to go to even more meetings. i'm kidding, this was really fun (on account of all the meetings). i'll get to his kamen rider and ultraman movies too at some point.

gilgamesh (gardner & maier, also the david ferry version): paying my respects to the original yaoi 🫡

judgment: i wanted to try a rgg game without committing to playing 8 of them in order. turns out this is a perfect standalone game. it's such a tightly written story and character study, and it's really fun to play. kimutaku is so good at playing yagami so low-key, so tamped down, that when he explodes you really feel how angry he's been all along. the english cast is also great -- i enjoyed greg chun's take on yagami as well. (i played lost judgment too but wasn't quite so high on it. alas)

siren: watched sgf's excellent lp and loved this horror stealth game. the motion-capture work for the faces is a pretty cool workaround for the rendering limitations at the time while adding to the off-kilter vibe. i'm also a huge sucker for when studios lean into mixed media and use photos of real props (magazines, IDs in wallets, letters, etc) in their games. the story is kinda obtuse – and literally requires you to read extra official content to get some of the answers – but for something with such vague, stilted cutscenes with equally vague and stilted dialogue, especially with the added layer of a classic ps2-era english dub, i became attached to the entire cast stuck in this extremely bleak and scary scenario. i guess the best way i can sum it up is that it's a game that knows exactly how to play you.

digital devil saga 2: finished right before the world is actually set to end in 2025 in the game lol. it's so good!! i'm grateful that even after all this time, i managed to go into this mostly blind, because the way the plot reveal recontexualizes so much about the first game and the absolute rank relationship dynamics between some of the characters just blew me away. probably has some of my favorite character designs of all time, and i also think it's sooo fun to play thanks to my having turn-based long jrpg brain sickness. such an all-timer of a duology.

nine sols: i'm still not done with it on account of it being a parry-focused metroidvania and me sucking shit at both platforming and parrying, but it's great! it feels so confidently produced, kinda wild considering how different it is from their previous two games, devotion and detention (both of which i also highly recommend). the art and design work are beautiful, and i'm really enjoying how bleak the plot is. you can tell they made two horror games before this lol. i also love story mode. thank you, story mode.

風林火山韻雷 -bring it back-: lmao. anyway, it's a super fun song and mv that packs in everything i like about akyr (mixing traditional with modern both in the song and the imagery, high energy, everyone's great ofc but takayuki kondo especially killing it with that bridge, akyr making aggro songs about murdering their enemies).