#listen i put three different blushes on

[anotheryoutubefanpage]

As someone who loves blush its really hard to tell if I have 'blush blindness'

[steveseddie]

my cards are on the table

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: family dinner and @steddiebingo prompt: matchmaker | rating: t | cw: 999 | tags: different first meeting, pre season 4, matchmaker wayne munson, soft boys

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Christmas at the Munson’s consists of early dinner on Christmas Eve and opening presents on Christmas morning once Wayne comes back from work.

It’s been that way since Eddie moved in so when Wayne opens Eddie’s door to tell him to wash up before dinner and casually says he invited someone, Eddie is puzzled.

“You– what?”

“Kid, you gotta stop listening to your music so loud,” Wayne says gruffly, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

“And you need to explain why you invited someone to dinner!” Eddie demands, narrowing his eyes. “Is it a woman? Are you seeing someone, old man?”

“Not a woman, son, just a kid who does deliveries to the plant sometimes. His folks ain’t gonna be around for Christmas so I invited him over.”

Eddie’s lips press into a thin line. He’s known his uncle is a good man since he took him in. He loves him for it. He just wishes it didn’t mean he has to spend Christmas with a stranger.

“Fine, but I’m not dressing up just because someone is coming over!”

“Suit yourself, son, but I think you might wanna.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Why?” Wayne just shrugs and leaves. “Why?” He repeats but gets no response.

Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door, and after whining about how this is Wayne’s guest so he should be the one to get the door, Eddie sighs and opens it to reveal–

“Steve Harrington?” Eddie shakes off the shock and flashes him a mocking grin. “Well, well, well, what are you doing on the wrong side of town, Your Highness? Did you get lost?”

The title makes Steve’s nose wrinkle but he lets it slide. “Actually, your uncle invited me.”

Eddie’s jaw drops. “You’re our guest?”

With a shrug, Steve makes a ta-da! gesture. Eddie stares blankly at him.

“Um, are you gonna let me in, Munson, or–” he trails off, hanging a hand from his neck.

“Ed? Is that the Harrington boy?” Wayne asks, snapping Eddie out of it.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, come in, man.”

Steve gives him an awkward smile and steps inside.

After shaking Wayne’s hand, he politely asks if he can help and Wayne instructs him to fill three glasses with water. The sight of King Steve with his fancy green sweater and his perfect hair rummaging around their kitchen is so shocking that Eddie wonders if he fell into some alternate dimension. He’s glad that, despite his claim, he put on a red flannel and decent jeans instead of just sweatpants and a shirt with holes in it like he planned.

Still, Wayne could’ve done a better job warning him.

Not that Eddie wants to look good for Harrington or anything.

“Ed, get a chair for Steve,” Wayne says and Eddie dutifully brings the chair they almost never use to the table.

“Thanks,” Steve says, smiling softly.

Eddie isn’t used to pretty boys being nice to him so that’s the only reason why he falters, mumbling a you’re welcome and grabbing the seat furthest from Steve. Considering their table is small, it’s not far enough.

Dinner goes- surprisingly well, actually. Steve and Wayne talk about sports while Eddie rolls his eyes and makes comments about sport culture and conformity. He expects Steve to act annoyed like jocks do when he starts ranting, but he smiles amusedly instead.

And no, that doesn’t make Eddie’s stomach flutter.

After the sports talk, Wayne asks Eddie about his band. He expects Steve to tune him out since he probably doesn’t care what a freak like him does in his free time but he perks up, eyes going wide.

“A band? That’s cool, man!” He says and then starts throwing questions at him about the band’s name and the type of music they play. He even says he’d love to see them play someday.

Wayne’s knowing smile when Eddie blushes thankfully goes unnoticed by Steve.

When they’re done eating, Steve goes to his car to grab something while Wayne and Eddie clean up.

“Really? You couldn’t mention that our guest was Steve?”

“So you could lock yourself in your room? You’re the reason I invited him, boy.”

Eddie gasps. “This was a set up!”

“About time you brought a boy home.”

“Except I didn’t!” Eddie sputters. “You did.”

“You’re welcome.”

Steve comes back then, clearing his throat. “I know you do presents in the morning, but I still wanted to bring something.”

He gives Wayne a bottle of whiskey that probably costs more than his van and a small bag to Eddie. Inside, there’s a Beholder miniature.

“How did you–”

Steve starts rambling. “I know that you run that nerd club and this kid I know is obsessed with that game so I asked him what would be a nice gift for someone like you. He probably thought I was getting it for him and might be disappointed but–”

“Thanks, Steve,” Eddie interrupts once he finally finds his words.

Steve gives him a shy smile. And maybe this one makes his heart stutter.

When all they do is stare at each other, Wayne clears his throat.

Flustered, Steve announces he’s heading out. “Thanks for inviting me. I haven’t had a Christmas dinner in years.”

“You’re welcome, kid,” Wayne says. “Ed, will you see him out? Gotta get ready for my shift.”

“Sure, old man.”

At the door, Steve hesitates. “Sorry I crashed your Christmas dinner. Your uncle wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Eddie snorts, fiddling with the figurine. “He’s a stubborn old man.”

“Not that I didn’t have fun,” he quickly adds, “I did.”

“Yeah, uh, me too.”

Steve’s pink tongue darts out along his bottom lip.

“Like, enough fun that I could do it again.”

Eddie stops fidgeting and blinks at him. “Hang out with me and my uncle?”

“Or just you,” Steve says and he looks– almost nervous.

Oh.

There’s no denying the butterflies in his stomach this time. “Yeah,” Eddie says, watching Steve start to smile. “I’d like that.”

[emilicious0]

Oooh, I got a request!

Can I get a Lucifer X reader headcanons or fic where reader is like fascinated with his wings? Bc let's be honest, it angels were real, I definitely would be fascinated with their wings and he got three pairs of them!

lucifer x gn! reader

pt.2 !!!

after rebuilding the hotel, charlie's dad, lucifer himself, decided to stay with his daughter. done with living alone for so long, he started to create a bond with all of the residents (except alastor). with you, however, he finally found a true friend.

your friendship began when he visited the hotel before the battle, and charlie introduced you as one of the sinners looking for redemption. you were one of the first ones to ever believe in charlie's idea, and seeing how you supported her made him respect you. after the battle with the extermination army, he saw you protecting his daughter, which led to you two officially becoming friends.

of course, there is more to your friendship than just love for charlotte. you shared many similar interests. you were always interested in art and all of its aspects, which lucifer gladly discussed with you (he was amazed by different kind of art aspects that humans created). also, you happened to be a good listener, so the king of hell used you as his personal problem dump (not that you minded).

you were surprised by how well you two got along but weren't complaining about this newfound relationship whatsoever. lucifer was kind, protective, and someone to trust.

this evening was surprisingly peaceful by hell standards, and you decided to spend your time on the balcony, reading. you don't get many chances to do that peacefully in a place like this, so you were making the most of it.

while sitting there, you heard the flapping of wings, which made you tense up for a second, only to hear a familiar voice:

“well, look who it is!”

you looked up and couldn't hide the fascination forming on your face. lucifer landed on your balcony with three pairs of his beautiful wings behind his back.

when he landed, he did not hide them, noticing your shocked expression. you stared at him, which made the man blush a little. he loved it when you gave all your attention to him.

“y/n?” he asked, and you snapped out of your shocked state.

“can I touch your wings?”

you slammed your hands over your mouth, embarrassed and worried that this question was too rude.

lucifer got more flustered but smiled rather shyly and came closer to you.

with a low whisper, he said: “you can.”

you stood up and carefully put your hand on his shoulder, then on his right top wing. lucifer gasped quietly but stood still.

meanwhile, your hand moved across the wing, then lower to the second one. you carefully touched his feathers, shocked by the softness.

the man was melting at the feeling of your touch, loving how your fingers brushed his wings. he never really wanted that moment to end.

for this one moment, you both looked into each other's eyes, and sparks flew between you.

both of you wanted to say something, but words stuck in your tongue. you felt lucifer's hand on your waist and sensed your cheeks warming up.

your hands moved to his shoulders, and you both came closer to each other, somehow enchanted by one another.

“dad!” charlie's voice came from behind you, and you jumped away from each other. “there you are! I need your help! y/n, come with us too!”

“y-yeah, char, coming!” you said and followed the princess, but stopped to look at lucifer. “you coming?”

he, red in the cheeks, nodded and slowly followed both of you.

today, you two realized your feelings.

[lyrefromthesea]

oh! Since you also do requests with hybrids, could I ask for wolfhybrids (or fox) hashiras x reader? Like hashiras see the reader as the perfect mate material, so they try to get closer to them by courting them in their own ways

Male Hashira x Reader - Prey tell?

author's note: the title is a pun, my humor is dry. i fell down the stairs and sit in a hospital since yesterday.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: wolf!hybrids, a/b/o, kny!au

i've been thinking a lot about this idea now, especially which rank each hashira would have. alpha? beta? omega? it was quite hard, but i allowed myself to create a little au for better understanding.

to not mess things up, i decided that the reader will be an omega in this au. all the hashira are considered alphas, which of course has a reason too.

i've went through the a/b/o thing over the past two or three days and to put it simply: alpha is the equivalent to strong, omegas are weak in comparison.

the hashira are the strongest swordsmen in the corp, it would only be right to rank them as an alpha (or a beta).

you, on the other hand, have been fighting your way to the top. omegas are weaker than most, but you possess a strong mind, which helped you work your way up.

naturally, the day will come that you catch their attention, if only for the fact that you're an omega. i also imagine omegas to be more rare than alphas and betas, since they take on a weaker role in this au.

Tengen:

• he's smitten since day one - an alpha different from any you've met yet. smug smirk and tall body towering over you the minute your scent hits his nose.

• your scent gives him the same feeling the scents of his three wives do. you're so small, perhaps not physically, but your weak omega presence makes his protective instincts flare up.

• just another day or two and three women are by your side, two betas and another omega looking at you with happiness and a feeling of finally coming home.

• you'll learn to love all of them - courting one is courting all. Tengen's not surprised to come home and find all of you nuzzled together in a cuddle pile.

• and if that isn't enough to turn you into a proper mate of his, shiny presents and lots of time squished between four other people will surely do it.

Obanai:

• small and weak. how did you end up near the alphas? he's suspicious when he heard of you, no omega would be able to turn into a hashira. he needed to see that for himself.

• nearly falls off his spot in the tree when he sees you and a comforting scent hits his nose. he's almost embarrassed by the way his fluffy ears are twitching, trying to listen to your conversation with Rengoku.

• he follows you around for a few days, mustering up the courage to talk to you after nearly a week. you looked up when the man sat in front of you, another bowl of food in hand.

• he doesn't talk much, only telling you that omegas should eat more than you do. you awkwardly look at him for a while, taking the bowl after another minute and thanking him.

• the action alone got him blushing under his mask, bringing you food for the next month when he finds you eating somewhere around the training grounds.

Rengoku:

• he's one of the calmer ones when he hears about your rank as a hashira. an omega got ranked this high? what incredible talent you must possess!

• he's by no means against your way of living, but he can't keep his mouth shut about how "you should stay home and get protected by a proper alpha!" it's no insult and you can sense that much, but you find yourself disagreeing.

• once he's sure that you're the perfect material for a mate, he'll court you the proper way, just like his mother once told him.

• it's just that his "proper courting" nearly has you running away in embarrassment.

• "dear [name], allow me to show you my interest through the traditional ways of courting one's future mate!"

• your agreement only came a day later, after you survived his booming voice right behind you in the midst of a forest's silence. next time he shouldn't sneak up on you like that.

Sanemi:

• hah? ridiculous. a small thing like you is supposed to work midst the likes of him? don't make him laugh, he could eat you up for breakfast.

• with that attractive smell reeking from your body, you wouldn't survive a day. he would see you become a demon's snack sooner than later.

• his jaw nearly hits the ground when he sees you outsmart the lower rank demon in front of you with speed and flexibility instead of strength.

• he grumbles about your stupid cute presence, sweetly roaming around him. you're truthfully just going on about your day, but it's enough to make his mind go blank.

• you're the perfect mix of strong and obedient for him, listening so well to him, because "he's done this job longer than you and you were happy to learn."

• internally smacks himself when he tries signalling his courting intentions by gifting you clothes heavily drenched in his scent.

Giyuu:

• he didn't voice his worries, but an omega living this kind of life? any alpha would be worried, right? especially since omegas have gotten so rare these days!

• but, oh, you're so sweet and nice. you once cooked him some soup and he swore you needed an alpha's protection - his protection.

• if he could just steal you away and ensure your safety, but he knew that would make you unhappy. so he makes sure to keep you safe by following you like a lap dog.

• it's not uncommon to see the new omega and the gloomy hashira take a walk together. people tend to avoid you, feeling unwell because of the intense stare the alpha behind you gives them.

• some of them swore they have seen the two of you nuzzle against each other. a hint of his scent had previously started lingering on your uniform too.

Gyomei:

• is it just your imagination or have you been joining missions with the stone hashira more often? no, it's definitely true.

• ever since he has taken a liking to you, he had started courting you by ensuring your safety and happiness.

• he doesn't know a lot about proper courting, mostly because it didn't interest him for most of his life. his courting is really special, but you don't mind.

• instead of bestowing gifts upon you, he takes you to special places he has found, most of them with a unique smell - a waterfall or a meadow full of flowers.

• he tries to gouge your reactions, mostly trusting his ears and tail, because he sadly can't see your beautiful face.

• you find yourself blushing with the way his ears often twitch around you, trying to listen to your every breath and laugh.

• your favourite times are when a protective tail brushes against your back, inviting you into a long session of cuddling.

[somethingvicked]

Keep me warm

Eddie Munson one-shot.

warnings: female reader, smut, no use of Y/N, pet names; sweetheart, baby, etc.

You and Eddie had spent the day at Lover’s Lake. Eddie refused to go to the lake on the sunny days because practically all of Hawkins were there and he didn’t want them all to scream and stare at him.

So today, when it had been cloudy, you had all but put your foot down and forced him to come with you.

”Come on, Eddie! One day in the whole summer we just got to be at the lake, take a dip and have fun!” you had whined and he had given in.

He always gave in when it came to you, couldn’t deny you anything.

Except himself.

It was your biggest secret, how in love you were with Eddie Munson. Always had been.

Ever since the day you and he got paired up in English class for a project and you offered to help him out, so he would pass the class at the end of term.

That was three years ago and Eddie was none the wiser about your feelings for him. You were his friend and he loved you, you knew that. But he wasn’t in love with you.

You two had happily tossed your clothes to the ground (wearing swimclothes underneath) and dove into the lake, playing around, swim racing and dunking each other for a good while, without noticing that the sky had gotten darker.

When there was a loud rumble above you, Eddie pushed his wet hair out of his face and looked up, his eyes widening. ”Shit! We need to get out of here,” he told you, pulling your arm as the both of you all but fought against the water’s density as you ran up to the beach.

And that’s when the sky all but opened itself. You were still in the water below the waist but with the force of the rain you didn’t really notice the difference, you were both drenched within seconds, and you could see how your towels and clothes were too, at the beach.

”Just grab them, we’ll drive back to my place and change, you can borrow something from me,” Eddie said.

You weren’t sure how you felt about going commando underneath Eddie’s clothing since your underwear would be wet but nodded nevertheless, as the both of you grabbed the two piles, running through the pouring rain toward his van that stood at the edge of the forest path leading to the lake.

You were both soaked, as if you had never gotten out of the water, when you reached the van. Water wasn’t dripping from you, it was running down your bodies in small rivlets, droplets big as pennies flying off your hair when you moved.

Finally Eddie unlocked the driver’s side door and leaned over to unlock the passenger one so you could climb in. You shivered, dropping your clothes on the floor by the seat and went to buckle yourself up.

Eddie turned the the key to the engine.

Nothing.

”What?” Eddie muttered and tried again, but the van didn’t start. He tried two more times before admitting defeat.

”The battery must be dead,” he concluded. ”But why?”

”Did you turn the lights off before we went to the lake?” you wondered and his eyes widened.

”Shit! I... no, I don’t think I did.”

You sighed. That was typically Eddie, and normally you would find it endearing, but now you were stuck in the forest, soaked in cold rainwater and with no clothes to change into.

You shivered and Eddie looked at you, clearly feeling bad. ”I’m sorry,” he said, reaching over to rub your arm. It didn’t help much against the cold.

”It’s okay,” you said, ”these things just happens sometimes, it’s not like you did it on purpose.”

It was quiet for a moment as you listened to the thunder and the constant sound of the rain splashing onto the roof of the van.

 You had pulled your knees to your chest, trying to stay warm, but your wet bikini didn’t help. Eddie didn’t seem to fair much better. You could see the hairs on his arms standing up, his pale skin looking more blue than white. Suddenly Eddie snapped his fingers. ”I have an idea. But... it... I don’t want you to take it the wrong way,” he said, a blush covering his face.

You raised an eyebrow. ”What kind of idea?” you asked him curiously.

”Well... we’re both freezing, right? And we don’t know how long this rain storm will go on. I... I have a mattress back there, and a blanket. It’s mostly for when I... when I conduct business out of town, because no way I can afford a motel,” Eddie admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. ”Why don’t we climb back there and try to get warm.”

That was a good plan in theory. But your bathing suits, heavy with water, would still chill you down and you told him so.

His blushed deepened. ”That’s what I meant about you taking it the wrong way. That we... we take them off. Body heat.”

Your mouth fell open and you just looked at him, your brain going blank.

Eddie wanted... he wanted to...

”I mean, I will of course look away, and we’ll be under the blanket the whole time, I just don’t want you getting sick,” Eddie rambled, looking  like he was about to panic. That made you laugh.

”No, it’s... it’s okay, Ed. Let’s try.”

You climbed to the back and Eddie got the blanket out. You slide beneath it and then pulled your bikini bottoms off and then the bikini top, tossing them to a corner of the van.

You closed your eyes as you heard Eddie shuffle with his own swim shorts. Then you almost jerked when you felt something crawl in beside you.

”I think it’s best if you turn on your side,” Eddie whispered and you nodded, turning so your back was to him, and he wrapped his arm around your middle, taking care not to land even an inch above or below. He had also shuffled his hips backwards so his pelvis wasn’t even touching you and deep inside you thought that this was probably not the correct way to create body heat. You two were only lucky it was in the summer and it was just the rain that had chilled you down, not snow or ice.

It did work though. Soon enough you started to feel warm enough that you could ease out from your fetal position and relax. Eddie seemed to do so too, he wasn’t as tense anymore.

The arm you were lying on had gone numb though, so you shifted a little to get the blood flowing and heard a sharp inhale from Eddie.

”Don’t... don’t do that,” he said, sounding as if he was in pain.

”Do what?” you wondered, turning your head to look at him. ”I was just...” as you shifted again, you felt it.

Your bare ass came into contact with Eddie’s crotch and... he was hard. Rock hard.

Your eyes widened. ”Eds?” you whispered.

Eddie swallowed and closed his eyes. ”I’m sorry!” he whimpered, ”I’m so sorry. It... it’s just...!”

You couldn’t help it, you started to giggle.

”This is not funny,” Eddie exclaimed, his voice mopey like a child.

You felt it again, and the size of his cock made you gasp, warmth pooling inside your pussy.

You would probably hate yourself for this later, but you couldn’t resist anymore. You turned around, sliding as close to Eddie as you could, raising a leg so that it rested over his hip.

Eddie gasped, looking at you in shock, his dark eyes even darker from arousal.

”Can... can I...?” he started but you didn’t wait for him to finish, you took the hand that now rested on your hip and brought it down to your sex, making him close his eyes in bliss as he gently parted your folds, stroking you.

You pulled the blanket up a little so you could get a good look at his cock. It was beautiful. Big, uncut – apparently his parents had never bothered with getting him circumcised – and slightly curved.You wanted that inside you.

Eddie opened his eyes and met your gaze. This time he didn’t ask, he pulled you into him and kissed you.

You whimpered as he rolled you beneath him, bringing both of your legs around his hips. His cock was rubbing against your wetness, and it made you ache with want.

”Need you, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered into your ear, sucking on your earlobe and down your neck, teeth scraping against the skin. ”Wanted you... so long...”

He had wanted you?

You didn’t get an opportunity to think about that because Eddie’s free hand took a hold of your chin, making you look at him.

”Do you want me, sweetheart?”

You nodded.

”If you don’t, tell me now.”

You shook your head. ”I want you, Eddie! Please!”

”You got it,” he whispered and then started to kiss his way down your body, tossing the blanket that had covered the both of you earlier, impatiently to the side.

”Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, licking the curve of your breast, up to your pebbled nipple. That made you whine, arching your chest against him.

He switched to your other breast, rubbing his own saliva over the nipple he had just left. You moaned and whimpered, arching against him. What he did felt wonderful but your pussy was absolutely dripping, aching for something, any kind of friction.

”Please, Eds...”

”Please what?” he wondered, blowing cold air over the other nipple, now wet from his mouth.

”I need... need you to touch me!”

”Baby, I am touching you,” he teased you and you just wanted to bite him. But instead you took one of his hands and moved it to your sex, using his fingers to rub your own clit.

”There,” you moaned, ”I need you to touch me there...!”

Eddie’s eyes grew big as he watched you holding his fingers and put them against your clit, rubbing circles, bucking against them.

”Holy fuck,” he whispered, before batting your hand aside and moving down between your thighs.

”You don’t have to make me do it, baby. I’ll touch that sweet pussy whenever you want me to!”

For moment you were surprised by his teasing and dominance – it was so unusal from how Eddie usually was. Only a moment ago he had been so embarrassed about you feeling his hard on!

And now... now, he spread your legs and inspected your glistening pussy, as if it was nothing!

Then you felt his wet, fat tongue, licking a stripe up from your ass to your clit, making you cry out and dig your nails into the mattress your were lying on.

”Jesus H. Christ, you taste so good,” Eddie groaned, licking you again, flicking his tongue against your clit, putting his lips over it, sucking, humming.

”Eddie... Eds... that... that...!”

”Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me how good it feels having my eat this delicious pussy!”

”Feels so good...!” you sobbed as he started to push a finger in and out, crooking it, making your eyes roll back into your head as he hit that sweet spot inside you.

”You like that? Or do you want more?”

”I... I want to... taste you too,” you stuttered out, your hand jerking out and grabbing on to his cock. Eddie made a choking sound deep in his throat, but he grabbed your hand, kind of how you had with his, and shook his head.

”Another time, sweetheart. If you put that sweet mouth on me, I won’t last two second. I want to fuck you first. Need to be inside you! You want that?”

You nodded furiously and Eddie leaned in closer to you, almost looking desperate. ”Say I can fuck you, baby. Say you want me!”

”I want you, Eddie,” you whispered. ”I want you to fuck me!”

”Yes,” Eddie hissed, removing his finger from you, sliding his cock against your folds, your wetness covering him as he finally slipped inside you, both of you letting out a loud moan when he bottomed out inside you.

You felt like he was in your throat, but it felt so good, so right... your cunt was screaming for him to move, to hit all the spots inside...

”Move, Eddie! Please, you promised to fuck me!”

Eddie growled – he actually growled at that – and pushed your legs up, so that your knees were practically by your ears, starting to thrust into you with vigor.

”Feels so fucking good... so tight... made to take my cock... ”

Apparently Eddie was just as talkative in bed as he was otherwise, it seemed he wasn’t even aware of what he was saying.

He held on to your legs, using them as leverage to pound into you. By now the van was shaking by the force of Eddie’s thrusts and your bucking to meet him, the windows had misted over and both of your bodies were shining with sweat.

Eddie released one of your legs and slid a hand down to play with your clit, making you scream.

”Eddie... I’m... I’m...”

”Cum for me, baby! I want to feel you cum!”

You sobbed through your orgasm, your arms tightening around his neck, nails digging into his skin as he kept pushing into you, just making it go on and on...

”Eddie...!”

”I’m close, sweetheart. Where... ”

”Inside! Inside me!”

”Are you sure...?”

”Birth control.”

”Fuck!”

Eddie thrust a few more times, one, two, three shallow thrusts before he groaned loudly, the veins in his neck standing out, as ropes of his warm cum painted your walls.

He let go of your legs but as you were afraid he would just get up and it would all be over, you wrapped them around his waist, clinging to him like a baby koala.

Eddie moved his bangs out of his eyes and looked down at you. ”God, you’re so beatiful,” he whispered.

You frowned. ”You... you think?”

”Of course I do. I’ve always thought so. That you were the most beautiful girl in the world. The most perfect girl in the world. I love you, sweetheart. Always have.”

Your eyes widened. ”What?”

”Yes. What, you thought... that this was just...?”

”I thought you just reacted because... well, we were naked.”

”No! Well, yes, a bit perhaps,” Eddie admitted, making you giggle. ”But... I’ve been in love with you forever. I was just... a coward. Afraid that if you didn’t feel the same it would ruin not just our friendship but the rest of the gang too.”

You supposed you could understand that. And you couldn’t exactly fault him, because you had been a chicken about admitting your feelings as well.

”I love you too, Eddie.”

Eddie hugged you tightly. Then he suddenly chuckled.

”What?” you wondered, smiling.

”It’s stopped raining.”

It was impossible to see anything out of the window but the tell-tale sounds of droplets landing on the roof of the van wasn’t there anymore so you guessed he was right.

”You want to try and walk back to the trailer park?” you wondered and Eddie shook his head.

”Nah, I’m good. I want to stay like this for a while. Besides, we don’t have any clothes to wear – we might end up in jail.”

You giggled. ”You’re right. But I don’t mind staying here either. I’ve got you to keep me warm.”

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[cheapshrimpysheep]

Meanwhile with Malleus

SUMMARY: You spent a lot of time with Malleus while the others fought ghosts. What could have happened in all that time? You needed to sleep before the party. And maybe he taught you how to play the organ.

CHARACTERS: Malleus Draconia x Reader 🐉🦐

TAGS: Fluff, GN Reader, Cuddles, Flirting, Kissing

WARNING: Spoilers from Twisted Halloween: Spectral Soiree

WORD COUNT: 2.830 words

COMMENTS: The truth is that I started writing this a few weeks (maybe months) ago and it has been on hold for a long time. As this event returned to the Eng Server I decided to finish it and post it in October.

I hope you enjoy 💚

After all that Halloween week, the Magicam Monsters and that parade, you were dead tired. You just wanted to rest after all that. But someone knocks on the door of Ramshackle Dorm.

“Tsunotarou?!” You didn't know whether to show that you were happy to see him or to ask if anything was wrong.

“Child of Man,” Malleus speaks with a smile “I'm here to invite you and the rest of the Ramshackle Dorm residents to an Halloween party at the Spectral Realm.”

You don't seem as happy about the idea as he thought you would be. And you were confused too. “A Halloween party? At the... what's the Spectral Realm?”

He briefly tells you about the ghosts and the party he plans to throw with the other NRC students at the Spectral Realm.

“I don't know if I can handle another party, Tsunotarou.” you say sadly “I'm really so tired.”

“Yeah...” Grim says “I mean, even if there's a feast, I still need to rest to have the energy to eat more.”

“Besides.” you look at the clock “Halloween is almost over.”

“Oh, don't worry about that little detail.” Malleus smiles and snaps his fingers. You stop listening to the clock ticking and when you look at the clock again it's eleven fifty-nine.

“Can you stop time?” you say almost in a whisper.

“You should know by now that I am capable of doing many things.” he smirk “But this spell is only affecting the Sage's Island. And about your tiredness, I'll let everyone else sleep until the party preparations are done, I can arrange a quiet place for you to rest in the Spectral Realm if you like.”

“We already sleep with ghosts so it shouldn't make much difference, right (Y/N)?” Grim says.

You sigh and end up accepting it. Malleus smile gladly and then looks at your tired posture.

“If you are also very tired from walking all day, I don't mind helping you.”

“Would you carry me in your arms?” you ask partly jokingly, partly hoping he would say yes.

He laughs, loving your boldness. “Are you sure you want to make such request?”

“Is that a no?”

“No, it is not a No. Fu fu. Honestly answering your question, yes, I would carry you if you needed. And yes, I would carry you to the Spectral Realm.” he smiles amusedly at you.

“Oh come on, just jump to his arms already or something!” Grim complains. “And do everyone a favour and get that room.”

You blush, Malleus laughs. “In fact, we should go. I don't want to keep Lilia waiting any longer. May I?” He asks you.

You nod and he picks you up, bridal style. One hand behind your knees and the other on your back. As easily as if you weighed nothing. Inevitably, you need to support yourself by putting your arms around his neck and your faces get very close. He’s smiling and his eyes looking at you affectionately.

“OI!” Grim complains again “My paws are hurting too. I also want to be carried.”

Malleus laughs again. “That can be arranged.” He turns his back to Grim and wraps his draconic tail around the little beast's waist. “MRAH!” And picks his up. “You are able to come by yourselves, correct?” he asks the three ghosts who have been watching in secret from you.

When you arrive at the Mirror chamber, Lilia was there waiting for you all. He just didn't expect Malleus to bring Grim with his tail and you in his arms. First Lilia worries.

“Oh! Did something happened? Did (Y/N) get hurt on your way here?”

You get even more embarrassed. Mainly because you knew that Malleus would tell Lilia the truth.

“Fu fu fu. Don't fret, Lilia.” Malleus smiles, like he's glad Lilia saw the two of you like this. “Child of Man is just really tired of walking all day and asked me if I could carry them.”

Lilia looks at you and gives you his sly smile. “Oh, truly? Fu fu fu. How daring for a human.”

“Can we go to that ghost world already?!” you hear Grim's voice complaining. “This is not that comfortable you know.” Malleus flicks his tail to the side, revealing to Lilia a Grim caught in a black dragon's tail. And Lilia starts to laugh heartily, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

Malleus only put you back on the ground when you arrived at the Sparkling Chamber. You took a moment to admire the place. But it didn't take long for you and Grim to start yawning.

“Ah, yes. I promised you that I would find you a place to rest.” Malleus remembers.

“Indeed, (Y/N) must rest.” Lilia says “I sure know how harmful lack of sleep can be to a human. If I'm not mistaken, I think there are some rooms beyond this Chamber that you can use.”

Malleus would go with you to find a room while Lilia started getting the chamber ready for the party.

You found a good one, but it had no furniture or what little it had was broken. You comment on trying to find another one, but Malleus says that won't be necessary. With a snap of his fingers the room is cleaned and the furniture repaired.

In one corner of the small room was an antique carved pine single bed. The sheets were white and the cover a pale purple. Similar to Malleus' own bed in Diasomnia. Grim jumped to the foot of the bed and was asleep in seconds. You, on the other hand, look a little unease.

“I can change your clothes to pajamas with magic if it makes you more comfortable.” Malleus suggests.

You say that would help a lot, so he gestures and your Halloween costume changes to pale green pajamas. It was comfortable, like the bed you sit on. But even so, there was still something that didn't leave you completely at ease.

“I know I sleep in a dorm with ghosts now.” You explain. “But I only sleep well today because I've gotten used to them and the dorm has had some improvements. But I almost couldn't sleep the first few nights. I don't know if I'll be able to fall asleep here.”

“I see. Would you feel more rested if I stayed by your side until you fell asleep?” He was smiling, like he was sure you were going to say no.

When you say yes, he is taken aback for a moment. His bright green eyes looking at you wide open in astonishment. But then he remembered who he was talking to and laughed with the greatest of joys. He smiled warmly at you. “You know, I believe some children want company to fall asleep so that person can protect them from me. This is... an interesting... no, delightful turn of events. I dare say”

You open the sheets and lie down. After placing them on top of you and settling down on the bed, Malleus sits down beside you. He could use magic to put you to sleep, but he didn't want to. He wanted to see if you genuinely felt comfortable around him to the point where you could fall asleep.

“Briar Valley has many lullabies.” He tells you, with the softest of voices. “Sleep and dreams are deeply embedded in our culture. Would you like me to sing you one of our lullabies? Allowed me to guess, your answer is yes.”

“You can't make a proposal like that and expect me to say no.” You say with a soft smile and already with your eyes closed.

Malleus chuckles and happily fulfills your request. He sings to you in a sweet tone, that becomes even more affectionate when he looks at your sleepy smile.

When he finishes, you are already fast asleep. He is smiling looking at you and take one of his hands to your head. But stop before touching you, hesitating. As if he's afraid that the moment he touches you, you'll startle awake. But even so, he took the risk.

He puts his hand on your head, stroking your hair. And you don't wake up. Actually, your smile comes back slightly. He is so happy about it. And he decides to risk it just one more time.

He leans over you and kisses your forehead. And you were still sleeping. “Dream of me. As I dream of you.”

He stayed with you for a while longer. Before he finally left to assist with the party preparations, he did two things. First, he cast another spell so that outside noises wouldn't disturb your sleep. And second, he put a paper on your bedside table in case you wake up earlier than necessary. It said that since you had no way of knowing if you slept too much or too little, because time was still, you didn't have to worry that he would wake you up when the time came.

And that is what happened. You feel a kiss on your cheek and a familiar voice in a sweet tone saying your name. You open your eyes to find Malleus's bright green ones looking at you, over a sweet smile.

“We hear that the other students have already woken up and are on their way here.” Malleus explains, sitting on your bed watching you stretch. “So we figured you should have gotten enough rest too. Did you sleep well?”

“I did. Thank you so much.” you sit on the bed.

“For asking?” He seems confused that you would thank him so much for something so trivial.

“No. For what you've done. For fixing the room, giving me a comfortable bed and mostly staying with me until I fall asleep. I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep here without you.” You hear snoring at the foot of your bed, behind Malleus who was facing you. “Unlike Grim.”

Malleus seems very happy about what you said. And there was something he really wanted to ask you. “Do you happen to remember what you dreamed? People dream every night, but sometimes they forget about them and that's why they think they didn't dream that night.”

A dream? You think. And yes, you remember! But you say it was a silly dream. When the truth is, you're slightly embarrassed.

“I've heard that the silly dreams can be the most meaningful.” Malleus says. “I would love to hear about yours. But if it's something you don't want to tell me, I understand. Dreams can be extremely personal.”

You think about it. It was no dream that I couldn't tell anyone. It was even...cute. So you decide to tell him.

You remember you were in a forest, for some reason. You lived there? You had lots of animal friends and you remember singing and dancing with them. What you were singing... you recognize... it was the lullaby Malleus sang to you. There was an owl wearing the cape of the Houseworden of Diasomnia, a rabbit in each black boot with green heels, and a squirrel with a small pillbox hat, balancing on top of the owl's head.

When you finish describing this part, both you and Malleus are laughing. “I wouldn't be surprised if I ever witness the same scenario with Silver's clothes.” Malleus comments between laughs. But you hadn't finished telling the dream yet.

As you danced with the animals, someone appeared behind you and continued singing and dancing with you, making that song a duet. When you turn around, you find Malleus.

“Did I scared you?” He asks about the Malleus in the dream. He was smiling, but you knew that wasn't his real smile. It was a smile that hid some apprehension.

“No, of course not. I was very happy to meet you there.” He looked like you had lifted a weight off his shoulders with just those words of yours. The next thing you remember is dancing with Malleus in a ballroom. and what you were wearing was constantly changing color because... Two Lilias? Were arguing about whether you should be wearing green or purple.

And with that the two of you started laughing again. Malleus said you should tell that last part to Lilia, he'll love it.

“I dreamed of flying tuna cans.” Grim said, to prove that he too was already awake. "But I couldn't catch any. It was a nightmare.”

“Fret not, Grim. There will be plenty of food for you when everyone arrives and the party begins.” Malleus assured him. “And now that you two are awake, I should change your clothes back.” He wave his hand and Grim's hat and cap come back, but this time they're green instead of purple.

He gets up from your bed and holds out his hand to you, like one of those gentleman helping you out of the carriage. You give him your hand and get out of the bed. Then he surprises you by spinning you, like the dance move.

When the spin ends your clothes have changed. But not like Grim's that stayed the same, just changing the colour. Your clothes were also green now, where once were purple, but they weren't the same as the ones the ghosts gave you. It looks like an improved version, with more details and accessories. Malleus looked at you as if admiring you and proud of his work.

“How do I look?” you ask.

“Wonderful.” He simply says with a smile, as if it were an obvious truth.

He offers you his arm for you to walk arm in arm into the Sparkling Hall. He tells you about the plans for the party as you walk down the hall and explains about the mirror ball. And when he tells you that he plans to play the organ during the party you are so excited and curious that you ask him if he could play something for you.

He smiles. “I think there will be no problem. I may even take this opportunity to practice.” He takes you to the organ and asks you to sit next to him while he plays.

It's no surprise that he plays beautifully. You look at him playing which practically hypnotizes you. Your ears appreciate music while your eyes appreciate him.

He looks at you smiling, as if he knew you were looking at him the whole time. He lets you get flattered, he loves seeing you like that, before asking you: “You can play?”

“Organ? Oh no, I don't.”

“Would you like to try? We have plenty of time until the guests arrive. I can teach you a simple melody.”

You accept his offer. He smiles happily.

“I'm glad. I'm eager to hear you play. Even if it is a basic song. However, forgive me if this is an impolite question, but would you mind sitting on my lap while I teach you? it will be easier for me to show you the keys and the correct way to move your fingers from a similar perspective as yours.”

You try to say you don't mind without showing how happy you really are. However, it's not that easy, and he laughs with delight that you not only don't mind but are happy with the suggestion.

You sit on his lap and hear a soft sound on the floor behind you. You glance back and Malleus tries to hide his draconic tail whose tip was happily wagging. You don't hide your giggle. Your back finds his chest, his hands cover yours to indicate the keys you should play and he begins to teach you a simple but beautiful song.

After a few minutes, you forget the world. It's just you, Malleus and the organ. You fail a few notes and he corrects you with a laugh. When you get it right you hear him congratulating you and saying you're doing well. And all the while you can feel the affection he has for you, the gentle way he holds your hands, the sweet way he talks to you even when you miss the notes. Until you end up reaching the end of the song.

“Wonderful.” Malleus says with a sweet and dreamy voice “That was the most beautiful play I ever heard.”

“But I failed so many notes.” You remember him, smiling.

“I'm very aware of that. But it was the first thing I heard you play. So it will always be special to me from now on.” he takes his hands out of yours and hugs you around the waist. And lay his head on your shoulder. “You will always be special to me.” he whispers in your ear, and kiss your cheek.

You hear that sound of his tail wagging happily on the ground behind you again.

If you decide to tip your head back, tell him how you feel about him and allow him to kiss your lips, you will receive the most loving kiss and he will hug you tighter.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[whoskimii]

them taking off and putting on your jewelry 🫣🫣

it's givin' wattpad kinda :3 love ur ask sweetie!!

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > jjk men (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso) x you (separately). just a bunch of sweeties :33 except toji 'cause it's a bit suggestive (i mean bruh it's toji we're talking about). tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

˗ˏˋ gojo satoru ´ˎ˗

you have always loved jewelry. ever since you were a little girl, you loved necklaces, bracelets, rings but earrings were by far your favorites.

the day satoru met you, he was instantly drawn to your accessories. you had so many and it made you look like a goddess.

since you lived together, he loved your nighttime routine. you usually sat in front of your dressing table and took off your jewelry, carefully placing them in a little box.

and tonight, it was no different. you sat down and began taking off your accessories, and satoru watched you with a subconscious smile. he stood up and made his way towards you. "let me help," he murmured. you glanced up at him and smiled, letting your hands rest on your lap. he gently pushed your hair to your other shoulder and planted a kiss on your neck as he took off your necklace. "and that's one," he counted.

he gently grabbed your hand and left a kiss on the inside of your wrist before taking off your bracelet. "that's two," he continued. he did the same for your other wrist. "three,"

he kept your smaller, pretty hand in his and took off your first ring. "four," he listed and kissed your fingertip. "five and six," he said as he took off two other rings, placing kisses on your other fingers. then, his hands made their way to your ear. "seven," he took off your earring and kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear. "and eight." he murmured when he took off your other earring and left a kiss on your lobe.

˗ˏˋ suguru geto ´ˎ˗

you were celebrating your third anniversary.

of course you dolled up for the occasion. even though you were already the prettiest woman ever in his eyes. but that's just how you were. you like being feminine, you like being dolled up even if you just went to the grocery shop— it made you feel good.

as you prepared for the date, the last thing you had to do was to put on your pretty accessories. you loved wearing jewelry and you owned many. that's one of the many things suguru loved about you. you were just so feminine and pretty, you were soft and sweet— you were his pretty baby. and he loved showing off his sweet girl.

suguru was sitting on the bed and watching you, smiling almost stupidly at the sight before him. as you were about to put on your first accessory, he stood up. "hey," he placed his hands on your shoulders. "i want to do it. can i ?" he tilted his head.

"of course." you murmured with a small smile and gave him the first piece of jewelry. "the others are in this box." he nodded and grabbed the necklace carefully. "lift your hair for me, love." he whispered and smiled as you listened.

when the necklace was on, he grabbed the ring you were handing him. he recognized it. it was the ring he gifted you for your first anniversary. "there ?" he pointed at your middle finger. you shook your head and pointed at your ring finger. "oh ?" he smiled. "right there, huh ?" you blushed. "yeah, i just... like wearing it on my ring finger."

he chuckled. "alright." he murmured before kissing your ring finger. "there you go, pretty girl."

˗ˏˋ nanami kento ´ˎ˗

you pushed open the door of your shared apartment, letting out a long sigh. your husband, who was cooking, instantly knew that something was wrong.

whenever you come home, you'd always jump on him or wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him— you just acknowledged him.

but this time, you only weakly waved at him and dropped your purse on the couch. he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "what's wrong, my love ?" he frowned softly as you sighed. "just had a very long day... nothing more."

you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. ah, there you go. "m'tired." he hummed and crouched down. you didn't even question it. he began undoing your heels, gently cradling your ankle as he took off your shoe. he did the same with the other before standing up. "i made dinner."

you smiled softly. "thanks, ken." you kissed his cheek and lifted your arms to take off your earrings. "let me." he grabbed your wrist before kissing your knuckles. then, he gently took off both earrings carefully, not wanting to hurt you. "come on. you need to eat something, honey." he mumbled against your neck, planting a kiss on your soft skin.

˗ˏˋ toji fushiguro ´ˎ˗

you were fumbling with your jewelry, and of course you dropped your earring. once. twice.

you groaned, annoyed by your clumsy behaviour. you were already late to a work meeting and here you were, searching for your accessories as if you weren't supposed to already be on the road.

meanwhile, toji watched you with a small smirk, leaning against the doorframe. you were completely unaware that he had your favorite necklace in his hand, the one you'd never got out without. "where is it..." you mumbled to yourself, not paying any mind to the man beside you. "toji, did you see it ?" you sighed and turned to him, hands on your hips. "what ?" he tilted his head even though he knew what you were talking about.

"my necklace." you replied. "i can't find it anywhere and i'm already late..." he shrugged and walked to your dressing table, scanning it with his eyes. "here." he pretended to grab something. "you found it ? but i searched here at least ten times—"

toji chuckled. "guess you didn't look enough, doll." you were about to grab it but he pulled his hand back. "don't." he walked behind you and pushed your hair to your other shoulder. you almost rolled your eyes as he pushed his crotch into your ass on purpose, all the while putting on your necklace. "toji, not now." he smirked. "yeah ? not now ?" he echoed and his hand made its way under your dress, getting dangerously close to your panties. "mhm ?" he waited for an answer. was this meeting actually important ?

˗ˏˋ choso kamo ´ˎ˗

he watched you with interest, his eyes glued to you as you put on your earrings. you gave him a small smile before focusing on yourself again. "it's pretty..." choso mumbled, looking at your earrings. "what ?" you smiled.

"that. it's really pretty..." he pointed at your jewelry and you giggled. "my earrings ? mhm, i agree with you. they're pretty." you were about to grab your necklace but he stood up. "can i do it ?" he asked. "do what ? put it on ?" he nodded and you smiled, handing him your necklace. "go ahead."

he smiled happily and pushed your hair to the side. he fumbled a bit with the piece of jewelry but eventually succeeded. he stared at his work with an excited little grin. "it suits you." you giggled. "you think so ?" he nodded.

"do you have another one ?" you frowned a bit, confused. "another one ? you mean another necklace ?" he nodded. "i want to wear one too. so we can match." his words made you smile. "of course." you shrugged and placed yourself behind him. "oh, can you... y'know." he understood and leaned down a little to accommodate your height. "thank you." as you finally attached the necklace around his neck, he smiled and looked at himself in the mirror. "it's pretty. we're matching, now." you giggled. "we are !"

he looked at the pretty little pink bow you had in your hair. "can i wear one too ?" you giggled. "sure. where ?" he pointed at one of his ponytails with a small smile.

part. two coming guys!!

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Let me just say, I absolutely adore your writing so much!! Your More Than Anything series with Vox is honestly one of, if not my favorite Vox series!!!❤💙 I was wondering if you could do a kind of silly, fluffy imagine with Vox where they're in their early stages of flirting/crushing and the reader avoids the topic of kissing... because they think Vox isn't able to kiss with his screen? Literally before episode 8, the question in my mind was "Can the dorky TV man kiss?" And then we got confirmation he most DEFINITELY could 🤣 I just think it'd be so cute and funny for that to be something the reader was wondering as well but wasn't sure how to ask him about it without being weird lol

Oh my goodness, such high praise aaaa! I actually have a scene in my Ao3 fic based on the same concept! I'd be happy to write some awkward smoochums! This guy is such a fucking dork and I love him.

Assumptions [Vox x Reader Fluff]

You and Vox had been dating for a month and the overlord was on the verge of insanity. He knew that Valentino had much more intense needs when it came to physical affection than most, but he wasn't expecting such a drastic shift in needs when it came to you.

He knew that being in a real relationship was very different from what he'd experienced before with his fellow overlord. But he thought the two of you would have done something by now. Not even necessarily sex. (Although he'd definitely been fantasizing about that more than he cared to admit.)

The two of you had cuddled, slept in the same bed, and even h*ld h*nds, but you hadn't kissed yet and it wasn't for his lack of trying. He'd invited you on romantic dates and set up several perfect opportunities. But whenever he'd try to go for it, you'd always pull away before he had the chance.

He didn't understand. The two of you had been doing so well. You always seemed to be swept up in the little heated moments just as much as he was, so why?!

Vox had been completely distracted during his entire news segment and groaned as slipped into his secluded dressing room. If it wasn't for the fact that he caught sight of you in his mirror, he probably would have flipped out when he felt your arms slip around him from behind.

"What are you doing here?" he chuckled as he lifted a hand to rest on one of your arms.

"I missed you," you smile, squeezing him gently before letting go. "And I saw that..." you cringe. "Performance. You seemed off. Is something on your mind?"

Vox's eyes widened and he cursed himself mentally for putting on a subpar show in front of the camera. If you noticed, then the audience probably did as well. No one really gave half a fuck about the news, but ratings were ratings.

"It's nothing," Vox muttered. "It's just..."

He looks up at you with an unreadable expression and you gasp as he reaches up and gently takes hold of your chin. His brow furrows as he tucks your hair behind your ear and your heart races a million miles per second as he searches your blushing face for something. His eyes flick down to your lips and he slowly starts to lean, only for you to suddenly push him away.

"A-Anyways I just wanted to check in on you and see if we were still on for a movie tonight," you stammered.

Vox froze, not listening to your ramblings as he processed your deflection. He felt a sharp, cold sting of rejection in his chest and wondered if maybe you weren't as interested in the relationship as he hoped. His heart started to break, but then he noticed the way you were blushing.

"Why?" He asked quietly.

"Well, I just thought maybe you wanted to-"

"No," Vox grit his teeth as he grabbed you by the shoulders. "Why the fuck won't you kiss me? Every time I try, you pull away. We're dating, so why?"

You blinked up at him owlishly, your jaw hanging open before you grabbed his arms and breathed, "You can kiss?!"

Vox's brow furrowed as he looked you over, "Wh- The fuck are you on about? Yes, I can fucking kiss! I've been trying to kiss you for the past three goddamn weeks!"

You gasped before burying your face in your hands and groaning. "Oh my god, I thought... There were a couple times that I wondered, but this whole time I didn't think you could and I didn't want to be weird and..."

Vox stood taller as he processed your words. You didn't hate him. You weren't repulsed by him. You were just...

He burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he absolutely lost it. "O-Oh my god! You're such a fucking idiot!"

Your face was burning with embarrassment. You knew he wasn't being malicious, but you were still mortified at the misunderstanding. "Oh shut up! It's not my fault you're a flat-faced fucker!"

You were about to go bury your shame into the couch, fully expecting him to hold this against you for the rest of the day, but you were barely able to take two steps before Vox intervened.

You let out a startled yelp as you felt his claws wrap around your arm and yank you back. In the split second it took you to blink, he'd trapped you against a wall. You flinched as his hands slammed against either side of your head, trapping you as he grinned down at you.

"You are so fucking stupid," he snickered.

Your face only grew warmer as your heart pounded with mixed anger, embarrassment, and something else entirely due to the position he had you in. His hand traces lightly over your cheek before cupping the side of your face as he looks at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen from him.

You gasp as he leans down and presses his lips against yours. Your entire body feels like tiny fireworks are dancing lightly over your skin. You shiver as your hands instinctively reach up to grasp at his vest when he pulls you close.

You're both breathing much harder than is necessary when he pulls away. For a moment you just look at each other with half-lidded gazes as you process the sparks that just metaphorically and literally flew. You were pretty sure a bulb went out due to the little bits of blue energy that sparked off of your boyfriend during the kiss.

Speaking of your dork, Vox breathlessly grinned as he squeezed your arms. He let out a small laugh before stepping away from you and turning as more little sparks flew.

"Fucking finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Vox yelled as he pumped his arms in the air and kicked his legs like a giddy child.

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Charmer (4)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader x Chan

Genre: fwb, ex fwb, semi enemies to lovers

Warning: smut.. hurt feelings [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1.9k

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One | Two | Three

Two weeks.

It had officially been two weeks since you blocked Minho, and a week now since you had met Chan and started to become a different version of yourself, or so you thought. You felt like you were finally realizing your worth and what you deserved out of a man, with help from Chan. The two of you went out tonight where he opened doors for you, his eyes never strayed to other women when they walked by, he listened intently to what you were saying while you rambled on about some random story that really wasn't important. But the thing was that he listened. He paid attention to you, he wanted to be around you, he wanted to be in public with you and it was so different then being only affectionate in private and cold in public like Minho.

“Thank you for tonight.” You smile at Chan as he walks you to the front door of your apartment building.

“Thank you for coming out with me again.” He grins. How could he thank you for going out with him? You were the lucky one. He smiles at you, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips as he slowly inches his face towards yours. You can't help but smile to yourself as you close your eyes, getting ready to pucker your lips as he finally gently presses his against yours. You almost feel like you're going to melt into the kiss as he wraps his arms around your waist and you wrap yours around his neck, deepening the kiss. Chan slowly slides his tongue into your mouth, twirling his around yours.

Chan pulls away, grinning from ear to ear, as you try to hide your blush, butterflies feeling like they're going to burst out of your stomach. Butterflies was completely uncharted territory for you, when Minho kissed you it was just pure passion, there was never time for you to feel anything other than lust when his body was against yours.

“I'll call you.” He whispers, placing one more small kiss on your cheek before he walks back to his car and you go inside. You walk down the hallway to your apartment door, unlocking it, going inside, closing it and locking it again. You lean against your closed front door, smiling so hard that your cheeks are hurting as pure bliss radiates through your body. Holy shit you felt like you were in elementary school, all giddy that your crush said hi to you.

Your squealing comes to a quick stop when you hear rapid knocking on the door, startling you. You put your purse down, turning around to unlock the door, fully expecting to see Chan there, but you were extremely surprised to see Minho standing there, frowning at you.

“Baby.” He whispers.

Your stomach sinks.

“You blocked my number?” He asks, looking you dead in the eyes. “Why would you do that?”

“Go home, Minho.” You sigh, going to close the door.

His hand grabs the door, pushing it open enough for him to step inside. “Why would you block me? Does 2 years.. over 2 years mean nothing to you?” He asks.

“Mhm..2 years of you fucking around with my feelings and using the fact that I was so in love with you to satisfy your needs, yeah that means nothing to me.” You snap back.

But that was a lie. Those two years meant everything to you but you were hurt and you wanted him to feel the same.

“I never knew you were in love with me.” He exclaims. You scoff. There's no way he couldn't have known.

“How could you have not known?” You ask. “Why would I have been putting up with everything you did to me if I wasn't?” You yell.

“Because I thought that you were into the friends with benefits thing!” He yells, The vein in his neck popping out.

Fuck. He's hot when he's mad.

“So you thought that I put up with it all because I was just into the fuck buddies thing?” You whisper.

“Yes! I knew you liked me and you wanted more, but I just figured that was a part of the deal. There obviously has to be attraction and some type of fondness towards each other for it to work, but I didn't know how deep in you actually were. You never told me!” He says.

“Okay fine, but what about the rest of it? Why did you tell me you weren't ready to settle down and then literally the next day you show up with some girl nobody has ever even heard about, exclaiming she's your girlfriend! And how you just say you're not ready to settle when you want nothing more from a girl than sex? Huh?” You yell back. “You make no sense to me, like just fucking tell me straight up and be done with it! Stop stringing me around like I'm a fucking doll.”

“I'm fucking scared!” He yells. “How am I supposed to admit things to you and then have everything change and then what if I lose you because I fuck up somehow, or you realize you're not actually in love with me.. or something. Do you not know how terrifying that is?” He asks.

“You don't think I'm scared?” You scoff. “Everything about falling for someone is fucking scary but you do it and you put in effort, you communicate and you fucking make it work.”

Minho stands there, staring at the floor as he rubs the back of his neck. He looks like he's about to say something, when his phone rings. He groans as he looks at the ID.

“Hey, Jennie, baby.” He says, answering the phone.

You scoff, turning to walk away from him. He comes in here, confusing you with all his talk, and then he's still with her? Fuck this.

“Y/N.” He calls out, shoving his phone back in his pocket before following you.

“You're still with her?” You ask. “Why are you here?”

“Are you dating?” He asks.

“Yeah I am, actually.” You say. “He likes me. He wants to be seen with me in public and he wants the world to know about me and his feelings for me.”

“Stop seeing him.” Minho says. “Come back to me.”

“You have a girlfriend. What are you not understanding?”

“Y/N.” He whispers, walking closer to you. You're frozen in your spot. He presses his body against you, you can feel his breath on your neck. “Kitten..please. I miss you.” He says, moving his face closer to yours. You want to push him away but his scent.. is so fucking intoxicating.

His mouth pushes against yours, so much desperation and passion. You can't help but wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes himself closer into you. He reaches down, grabbing the back of your legs as he hoists you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he keeps the kiss going. He pushes you against the wall, you can feel his cock grow harder as he pushes himself against your clothed heat.

You break the kiss, turning your head away, your lungs screaming for air.

“We can't.” You breathe. “Go back to Jennie.”

“I can't.. not yet. I need you baby, please.” He whispers, grinding himself into you. “Don't you miss me?”

You let a moan slip from your mouth. Minho carries you to your room, throwing you down on the bed as he crawls over you, his body hovering over you as he peppers kisses down your neck, your legs still wrapped around his waist. You fucking wanted this so badly and you knew you absolutely shouldn't.

“I fucking missed you so much.” He murmurs, unbuttoning your shirt. He kisses down your chest, to your stomach, before he moves his way to your jeans, unbuttoning them, before moving down your body to pull them from your body. He pulls down your panties, spreading your legs open, diving right into your cunt like a starved man. He licks and sucks your clit as he plunges two fingers deep inside you, making you cry out loudly.

“Minho.. Please. “ You pant. “I need more. Fuck me.” You moan.

You can hear him chuckle from between your legs as he sits up, undoing his pants, letting his cock spring free. Just as Minho is about to push into you, your phone rings. You glance at the ID, seeing it's Chan, you instantly answer it, almost forgetting that Minho was just about to stretch out your cunt.

“Hello?” You answer, your voice a little shaky.

“Hey you.” Chan chuckles. “I'm sorry for calling so late.” He starts. “But I.. I wanted to go to the beach tomorrow and was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” He asks.

You bite your lip as Minho shoves his cock into you, trying not to moan into the phone call. Minho lifts your legs up high while he plows into you.

“The beach?” You ask. “I would love to.” You answer, trying to breathe normally.

“Okay awesome.” Chan says. You can hear him smiling through the phone. “I'll pick you up at 9.”

“See you then.” You say, hanging up the phone.

“You're not going anywhere.” Minho groans, placing his fingers on your clit, making your squirm beneath him. You don't answer him, instead moaning loudly as he fucks you just like you've been needing, you fucking missed the way he fucked you so good.

“Fuck, right there.” You groan, bucking your hips while he plows into you.

“You take my cock so well.” Minho grunts as you clench yourself around him. “Cum for me kitten.”

Just as he says that, your orgasm hits you, jolting through you while you scream out in pleasure.

“Fuck, that's right baby.” He groans, his own orgasm hitting him full force, spilling hot cum deep inside you.

Minho pulls out of you, pulling his pants back up as you roll off the bed, heading to the bathroom a pang of guilt hitting you immediately. You shouldn't have done that or let Minho do that. Why did you lack so much self control when it came to him? While you were cleaning yourself up, you could hear Minho talking to someone. You press your ear to the door, listening to what he was saying.

“Yes baby, I'm coming home, I'll be there right way.” He says. “No, I'm not with anyone special. Nah just some guys, there's no girls, baby. Even if there were girls here, you know no one can compare to you, it's only you. Always.” He chuckles.

No one special? It's only her, huh? So even after your talk, nothing was going to change, was it?

You rip the door open, tears streaming down your face. He quickly hangs up the phone, looking at you confused.

“Hey.. why are you crying?” He asks.

“Not with anyone special? No one can compare to her?” You repeat. “So what was all the stuff you said to me earlier, just words spilling out of your mouth to get me into bed?” You ask.

“Y/N.. I just.. please.. let me..you and her.. it's complicated..” he pauses.

“I don't want to hear it.” You dryly chuckle. “You need to go. I have plans in the morning, with someone who is making me their ONLY choice.”

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(request) Sebastian Vettel x Reader  The reader hasn’t seen Seb for A While™ and he notices something different “I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.

It was at the beginning of the triple header when it happened. Sebastian had only just gotten to his hotel room when he sent you a text that had distracted you from the knife you were using to make dinner. It only took a few seconds of distraction for the knife to slip from its place in your hand and fall towards the floor, the tip of the blade grazing your uncovered thigh none too gently. 

It wasn’t a horrible cut, but there was quite a bit of blood welling up. The length of the cut also wasn’t too bad, though there would definitely be a scar when it healed. Later when you looked back at the incident, you would find amusement at the fact that the pain had not gained your attention until after you heard the knife clatter on the tiles of your kitchen. 

Cursing under your breath, you picked up the knife and placed it in the sink before making your way to grab what you needed from the first aid kit. You cleaned the cut and put a bandaid over the top just to stop the bleeding for now. 

Finishing up your dinner, you sat down answering Sebastian's text and completely forgot about the cut. 

You were sitting on the couch, texting your family’s group chat when you heard the front door unlock and open. You smiled to yourself as you knew that the only other person who had keys was Sebastian, which meant that he was finally home from the triple header. 

“Liebe, I’m home!” 

“In the living room My Love!” 

You waited eagerly for Sebastian to walk into the room. You had missed him incredibly these last three weeks. It felt like so much time had passed and you just could help the excitement at seeing your partner after so long. 

Sebastian finally made his way to you, picking up your legs and laying them across his lap once he sat down on the couch. Your favourite thing about Sebastian, without fail, was that he did things for you without any sort of prompting. As soon as your legs had settled over his lap he immediately started massaging your feet. 

You spent a good few hours just talking to each other, catching up on whatever you had missed from your almost daily facetime calls. You praised him for racing well and, ever the humble man, he blushed and brushed it off as ‘just doing his job’. As you talked with each other, Sebastian’s hands went higher and higher up your legs, massaging the sore spots and gently caressing your skin. 

It was when he finally got to your thighs as you were rambling about your co-worker’s latest gossip, that he found himself freezing. You felt him stop moving immediately, which confused you greatly. 

“Darling? Are you alright?” you asked. 

“Schatz, I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.” This confused you more. Scar? What scar did you- oh. Right, that scar. 

“Oh that, yeah that was a complete accident. I didn’t even mean for that to happen, it just sort of- did. It’s not that bad honestly, just needed to clean it, disinfect it and then cover it with a band-aid. It didn’t even hurt when it happened, which I think is kinda funny.” Part of you knew that you should’ve told Sebastian about it when it happened, but you had genuinely forgot that you had accidentally cut yourself, so now you were trying your best to downplay it so he didn’t worry. There was no point in trying, Sebastian would worry regardless. 

“What happened? When did it happen and why wasn’t I told?” Sebastian ‘The Worrywart’ Vettel ladies and gentlemen. 

“Uhh I’m pretty sure it was the first night you left. I was making dinner and you texted me saying that you got to the hotel. I got distracted and the knife slipped but like I said it wasn’t bad. It’s basically all healed up now so you don’t have to worry.” You didn’t know why you kept trying to tell him not to worry as if he would listen. He wouldn’t. 

“I don’t care if it’s healed or not, I’m going to look after you so no more cuts mark your pretty skin.” 

Another thing you loved about Sebastian: he looked after you better than anyone.

Give this bitch a medal, they got a fucking fic out! 1/3 requests complete, now I'm gonna move to the next one

as always, I hope you enjoyed. likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[sparkbeast20]

Mini Headcanons (Gehenna version)

I'll be making these mini HCs for each region

Sitri - He would have multiple sets for special occasions, now he has a good excuse to have a small date with MC. They go on dates as he looks for new sets. He's blush when MC picks out the tea sets and describe why they like it.

Leraye - When he was a kid, he saw someone wearing a monocle and wanted one. So Zagan gave him one and Leraye was happy, little did Leraye knows that it was a half a glasses Zagan had, which broke cause Satan hit him.

Paimon - He treasures things, so when it comes to things with the other nobles, his king and MC, he has pictures of them saved in his phone and a physical copy on the back of his phone, under the case. That way, when his phone's battery dies. He can just see that and it brighten up his day.

Zagan - He listen to classical music when it comes to a slow and quiet work out, and he'll put on more upbeat and at times heavy metal for more of a sweaty work out.

Belial - When he was starting to get into cosplay, he dressed Jjyu up too and the little guy liked it (Cause he is just happy to see Belial happy) now, that MC is in hell. The three dressed up as either a trio characters or a parent and kid characters.

Astaroth - He asked MC to record them reading a verse of a novel, and often he used that as his white noise whenever he has trouble sleeping cause he loves hearing their voice. He remembers one time that his snake looked at him and he immediately knew that he was asking to listen to the recording cause he was missing MC, due to them being in a different region.

Satan - He asked for a custom motorcycle sticker with MC's birthday. Not that he'll forget, he just want to have a lucky number, and that's MC's birthdate.

I'm a bit rusty with making hcs, I tend to make hcs as close to their personalities and make them somewhat possible.

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🖤📺Mr. Puzzles' Fluff Alphabet!! 📺🖤

Hey guys!!! The moment I saw snakes-writing-corner's fluff alphabet I couldn't focus on any of my other stuff until I've made one on my own! It's surprisingly easier than the oneshots I'm used to-- but on with the fluff!!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is incredibly affectionate and always wants to pamper you with kisses and compliments! Though he only shows it when the cameras stop rolling and he's sure you two are alone.

His love language is words of affirmation, since there is no better way to express his love than saying it directly! You would think he'd eventually run out of things to compliment, but his vocabulary is vast and colourful, making you blush every time. He is also multilingual, so sometimes he'll sweettalk you in a different language only to fluster you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?) 

Since you are his partner (and thus, his only friend), you're already his best friend! But if you weren't dating he'd probably be just as chaotic. He will call you in the middle of the night and ask you for input on his scripts, oftentimes his voice doesn't get picked up clearly and you just hear garbled static with the occasional manic laughter.

Sometimes he'll just skip the phone entirely, break into your house, and put on a movie so you two could watch. If the sound of a door being kicked to the ground or the smell of perfectly cooked popcorn doesn't wake you up, him manhandling you and throwing you at the couch (not on, at) is sure to do the trick!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He is not used to people touching him or vice versa. The only times in the puzzlevision arc where he touched someone were when he was threatening Mario or fighting the crew, so he only makes physical contact when nessesary.

The closest thing to cuddling he would do is sit next to you and press his screen against your temple. It's not exactly a kiss, but more like him resting his head on you after a long day.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?) 

If you were to live in his studio together he would give you your own room and personalize it to your needs! He doesn't need to clean much since he almost never leaves his office unless it is to either pester the Smg4 crew or hang out with you.

If you two live at your place he'd be a little bit more organized and take on all the cooking. He has been the host for a few MasterChef-like shows, so he knows how to make a nice three course meal when you both eventually get tired of takeout. His specialty is breakfast, mainly pancakes, and he takes great pride in it!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

He would never allow himself to break up with you, and if you were to break up with him, he simply won't let you. Every time you'd try to explain that you're leaving him he'd either talk over you or just cover his antenna and pretend he's not listening, all the while still doing romantic gestures for you as if nothing happened. He is naturally stubborn and refuses to take any form of rejection.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) 

Almost immediately. He would throw a big, sappy wedding and show up in either the cleanest, most stylish sleek suit on the market or the biggest, most beautiful poofy dress ever made.

He'd record the whole thing in five different angles to get every detail on film, but he won't release it to the public. This special day will be for his eyes only.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Incredibly gentle! He doesn't touch you often, but when he does, his fingers are featherlight, and the cozy warmth of his old screen pressed against your face is always comforting.

He could get a little harsh sometimes and say things he really wasn't supposed to, but he always comes back and apologizes when things go too far.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

He is not used to them at all. Usually if anyone else were to hug him he'd kick them off immediately, but he's more patient when it comes to you.

He feels safe enough around you to let you get closer, but he'll be frozen stiff the entire time, not entirely comfortable with the pressure on his skin just yet. Still, every time you back away he'd insist he doesn't mind, and he means it, he appreciates every form your love comes in. And if you're ever upset, he'll wrap his lanky arms around you and just keep them there until you're feeling better.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) 

In the early stages of your relationship he wouldn't actually see you as a love interest, but pretend to be interested so you'll fall for him and be there in case you were ever useful.

Soon, however, he found himself actually catching feeling for you. And after some inner turmoil, he finally confesses for real! After that, he would say 'i love you' in almost every conversation. At first he copied what he saw on television, he'd recreate every dramatic gesture and cheezy date, but it would always leave him frustrated for whatever reason.

It wasn't until you pointed out that he was acting instead of actually having fun that he started to slip out of his show host persona. Now his use of 'I love you' is much more sparse, but every time he says it, you know he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) 

Extremely. He is agressively passive-aggressive and if he sees anyone even looking at you in a way he doesn't like he'd immediately be onto them. He'd start off polite at first, basically telling them 'get out or I will throw you out' without saying it, but if they still don't get the hint he will grab them by the scruff of the neck and drag them out.

He would come back to you with a muffin from the snack cart and lead you away to show you his progress on filming the upcoming movie. You're not listening though, neither are you eating, the faint smell of gunpowder coming off of him immediately stumping your appetite.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are him pressing his screen against your face. He doesn't have lips, but his gentle electronic warmth is enough to linger on your skin. He loves kissing your face and hands, having them securely in his hold as he peppers you with kisses. He also likes it when you kiss back, especially around the wires on his wrists and neck, as it is one of the few places where he can still feel touch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) 

He's not really a kids guy. On one hand most of his shows are aimed towoards a younger audience, and he wants to introduce kiddos to the wonders of TV! On the other...he can't handle the loud crying and sticky fingers.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

At the morning you will wake up to the smell of freshly made breakfast before you feel him pulling the covers off of you and dragging you to the kitchen. He'd talk about his plans for the day while you're still waking up and grazing on your toast. 

He would then head to the studio, but not before kissing you and saying goodbye like a working husband going out for a long day at the office.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) 

Due to his upgrades and mostly electronic nature he doesn't need to sleep. Usually when you go to bed he stays up in his office, pouring his heart out on a script he'd likely end up tossing. Sometimes when he's lonely he'd quietly sneak in your room and lay down next to you, his screen facing you on a blank, staticy channel.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

He doesn't mind sharing his 'tragic backstory' with others, seeing it as just another selling point of his persona, but you seem to be the only one to take it seriously. The irreversible effects of long-term isolation had warped him into a charecature of what he loved most.

You try to make him see just how horrible his situation is so he can start to heal and develop a real personality, but it seams near impossible to get through to him. You can't fix something that dead and gone.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) 

Patience is not a virtue Puzzles acknowledges. The second something goes off scrip he will freak out and immediately focus all of his resources on fixing it. He craves control and if something doesn't go his way he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. When he is sulking in his office even the smallest little thing can set him off. 

Luckily, he seemed to have mellowed out after his defeat. When he gets worked up, instead of exploding and taking it out on the closest thing to him (he still misses his favorite remote), he simply let's out a long, tired sigh and goes back to work. Progress, you'd like to believe!

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

He has a very advanced database that he's already explained to you in detail, but you still can't grasp how it works exactly. What you could somehow get was that ever since his face surgeryupgrade, he has been able to record and play back everything he's seen in vivid detail.

He has special folders of where he stores information and one of them is entirely dedicated to you. Every single interaction or passing glimpse is recorded, and sometimes when you're away for a while he likes to play them back and just listen to you talk.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) 

Probably when he realized you were more important to him than everyone else. It was before you guys started dating. He was in the office repairing his hand after a loose prop fell on him, but he couldn't lock the mechanism in place with just one arm.

It wasn't until you walked in and offered to help that he finally let you touch him, albeit only his non-feeling, motionless palm. When he was done he muttered a quiet 'thanks' and began readjusting the fiberglass plates.<

"No problem, that's what friends are for, after all."

That was when it really sunk in. You guys really were acting just like friends. And it wasn't a staged act or anything, it was all just natural interactions. He had to rationalize it in his brain for quite a bit after that. Were you really friends, or was that just a passing remark? No, you actually meant it. Would he consider you for a friend to begin with...yes.

And so it was official. The day he gained his first friend.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?) 

He has never felt the need to hire bodyguards, since his pointer finger alone is considered a highly lethal weapon, not only that, but he has complete control over the studio. So if anyone ever tried to break in, he'll just snap his fingers and have a heavy piano prop crush them.

That being said, he is your personal guard dog and will absolutely snap someone out of existence if he feels you are being threatened. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

Puzzles is a tryhard in every way the word could be interpreted. When he figured out there's more to a relationship than surface level romantic cliches, he began to put more thought into what he gifts or what dates he takes you on, wanting them to be just perfect for you! 

Just like the shows he directs, most of them are hit or miss, but he puts his soul into every single thing he does for you, and you'll always treasure that!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His smoking and temper. He's a chain smoker, having one every odd day on good weeks, and blowing through a pack on particularly rough ones. 

For his temper, he usually has a specific set of rules before blowing up. First - try nicely. If that doesn't work, try again, but a bit more sternly. If that doesn't work, try again, but this time make it a clear, threatening warning. And if that doesn't work either, just brainwash them into complying.

You have gone through most of those stages at least a few times, but not the last one. At least, not that you remember. Maybe he figured taking control wasn't worth the trouble, or he was so frustrated that he didn't want to deal with you anymore, but you did notice his patience has been improving, especially when it came to you. Maybe all those therapy sessions you dragged him kicking and screaming to were working!

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Looking as nice as possible is a must, especially if it is to impress you! He obsessively fixes his puffy arm sleeves to fold just right, and if there's something wrong with his current outfit like a stain he hasn't noticed or a crease that won't go away he will just replace the entire outfit with a new, completely identical one. </p>

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. No matter at what stage of the healing journey he's in, you will always be a big part of his world. If you go, he loses his partner, his best friend, his co-director, and everyone he's ever loved. He'd be left alone, as he always was, with his TV. . .And for the first time in forever, he'd grow to hate it.

X = Xtra (Random HC) 

While it was his lifelong dream to work in the creative field of television, Mr. Puzzles is not a creative person. He's more of a businessman than a director, creating several successful tech companies for the sole purpose of funding the studio, despite the low ratings. 

Low ratings which are caused by his complete inability to be original, pulling plot points from other established classics and writing them in with his own, stiff, awkward style of storytelling.

He speaks every language ever shown on TV, is fully able to perform invasive surgery without any risks, knows the copyright laws so well, he might as well be a lawyer, had a hand in engineering and programing his body, and has definitely done some less than legal things to get where he is today in the industry. And yet the thing that stumps him is actually being creative.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

Your relationship with him is one of the very few things he wishes to keep in his 'private life', so he doesn't talk about you often, mostly just quickly mentioning you when he explains his absence. "Ah, so sorry for depriving you all of my presence, my lovely partner wanted to watch 'Food fight' for the first time and I simply HAD to intervene!"

". . .who invited y-"

"ANYWAYS back to the show!-"

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) 

He has a powered down mode when he recharges. Before going in that mode he'll go to your room and lay down army style on your bed, but by the time you come home you'll see him  sprawled out on your bed, one foot on the pillow, the other dangling from the edge, with his screen displaying the puzzlevision logo bouncing off the four walls of his monitor.

Thank you guys for reading, hope you enjoyed and have a great day!!! 💕💗💞

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a/n: hii! love your work! could you do a smut about Nikki Sixx and Duff Mckagan? And maybee a part 2 (if u want ofc!) that the reader like gets asked out by duff bc he rlly likes her and she says yes? thanks!

hi I'm sorry I don't think I followed the whole request but I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Mötley x Roses:

Words: 420

warnings: *smut* *m receiving* *cussing* *mentions of a threesome*

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You and Nikki were married. Occasionally Nikki would share you with his bandmates but today was different because he shared you with Duff McKagan. All three of you were sitting in one room together. You had no idea what Nikki’s intentions were. Nikki moved you towards his lap. Nikki invited Duff to come over to the couch you both were on. Nikki slowly started to remove your skirt. You were flustered as you realized he wanted to fuck you in front of his friend Duff. You let him slide your skirt off. Duff saw your soaked panties and you were blushing with him seeing you almost all bare. You were used to Tommy Vince and Mick touching you with Nikki but since Duff was new you were embarrassed and shy. Duff picked you up and he put your hand to his swollen cock. You were into it. All your shyness had melted by now. You got down to please Duff. Nikki was getting jealous since you always used to fuck him first. 

“Not fair!” Nikki yelled. 

“How about we have a threesome then?” You looked over to Nikki.

“Sure! A threesome that sounds wonderful” Nikki said sarcastically. 

You got down and started to suck Duff's huge dick. You did it torturously slow to pleasure and to tease Nikki. You watched Duff's wet lips go apart while he let out small groans. He watched as your wet mouth went up and down his cock. Soon you started to go faster.

Soon you felt his salty seed that coated the sides of your mouth. It would drip down and out of your lips. Nikki’s jealousy just grew as he watched Duff come in your mouth. It was odd. He invited Duff in the first place. He could just be mad about you not listening to his idea of doing him first. Nikki had enough and pulled you away from Duff. He pushed you on your knees and he made you suck his dick. Your tongue swirled around and then it went up and down. The rims of your lips touched his wet and filthy cock. You kept feeling his tip touched the back of your throat. You wanted to gag but you knew the punishment for it. You kept going faster and faster until he came inside of your mouth. You were finally done. You plopped down on the couch with your skirt missing and your shirt still on. Later on, Duff asked you out behind Nikki’s back because he liked you. 

[starlightsuffered]

Arriving Early

Pairing - Timothée Chalamet/Fem!reader

Warnings - Masturbation (female and male), voyeurism, breeding kink if you squint, overstimulation, fingering (fem receiving), a bit of degrading, oral (fem receiving), creampie, cock warming, choking, multi cum, short refractory period, overstimulation, unprotected sex. Not edited because I have a bad headache.

Y/N had invited me to come over for a movie night. I was excited, as I always was, to see her. She'd been asking to hang out a lot lately, which was great, but it was getting my hopes up. She'd been the object of my affection for three years. I'd tried other girls, l'd tried hinting, but we were such good friends it didn't work. I was unwilling to put it all on the line because then, it'd be awkward, and I couldn't lose her completely.

I knew the code to her door, so I tapped the buttons in the right order. I hope she didn't mind that I was here early, but I had brought takeout.

I put down the food, listening to the eerily silent house. Usually she bounded to the door to see me, all smiles. I wondered if she'd gone out and hoped to be back in time. I shouldn't have come early.

As I moved towards the stairs, I did hear something. It sounded like whimpers. I frowned. Was she crying? She hadn't told me she was struggling with anything recently.

I moved quietly, not wanting to startle her. I crept up the stairs. As I approached the sounds began to sound slightly different.

Her door was cracked and I decided to peek in to see if disturbing her was the right course of action. I was shocked at what appeared before my eyes.

She was completely bare. Her ample breasts not covered by a bra. The planes of her stomach clenched and unclenched as she continued what she was doing. Her pussy was on display, eyes squeezed shut, pretty pink lips emitting the most beautiful sounds. Her small, pink, bullet shaped vibrator was pressed to her clit as one of her hands massaged her breast.

"Fuck," I said in the quietist voice possible. I felt like a disgusting pervert, but I couldn't stop watching. I was rock hard in my shorts. I knew what I should do, I should go down stairs and think about my grandpa, or puppies, or something to get soft again. I should not be standing here, watching one of my closest friends masturbate. I was gross, I was disgusting, I was reaching into my pants.

I was insufferably hard as she moaned, her eyes, thankfully, still closed. I began to move my hand up and down my length.

"Yes, right there, so good," she whined into the air. I shuddered at her worlds, swiping my thumb over my head.

What would I do when I needed to cum? Would I sit beside her later on the couch, cum in my boxers? An ever present reminder of how voyeuristic l'd been.

I wished I was touching her. I wanted to be the reason she was making those sweet noises. It was hard to quell my groans. My cock was aching, throbbing even, my balls tight. She was so fucking beautiful. I had to grip the wall to steady myself as my hand pumped my cock.

"Uhhhh," she let out a loud moan that shot tingles straight to his cock.

"That's right, just like that. So good Timothée, I'm so close."

My hand stilled. Had I heard her right? Was all my blood flowing to my dick, making me hallucinate?

"Timmy, oh fuck!"

No, she definitely said my name!

"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy!"

I was leaning in so eagerly to watch her come apart, with my name on her lips, that I accidentally pushed open the door.

Her eyes whipped open. She stared at me, unmoving, a red blushed heating her face. I didn't know what to do.

"You're early," she panted.

I moved into the room fully. My still rock hard length, was now clothed, but still very evident. She glanced down at the bulge and she licked her lips before looking me in the eyes again.

"Why were you saying mine name while you did that?" I asked calmly.

"I don't know," she lied, turning an even brighter shade of red.

"I think I do," I said darkly.

"You do?" She squeaked.

"Yeah, I think I do. You were calling my name because that little pink thing isn't doing what you know I can." She bit her lip, but didn't give in.

"Is that so?" She asked.

"How many orgasms do you get from that thing?" I asked, moving forward. "One? Two if you really try? Do you know what l'm willing to do for you? Do you know how I would worship you? You'd forget that little toy and call me every time you wanted to feel good"

"Timothée," she gasped.

"What is it," I smirked.

"You know, I think you did this on purpose," | said as I sat on the bed. I reached over her body and delicately rolled her nipples in my fingers. She was arching for me.

"I think you knew I was here and you kept going. I think you wanted to be a slut for me. Is that right? You wanted to be used and filled?"

"No, I didn't know," she heaved.

"Why then, were you playing with yourself, saying my name, when you knew I was coming over?" I asked.

"You were early. I had to do it before you came!"

"Why?"

"Because whenever l'm around you I get so wet. I'm so horny for you all the time. It's unbearable to wait until you leave to please myself. I thought maybe if I did before you got here, I would be okay," she confessed.

"So you do want to be a whore for me. You want me to fill you and make you feel good.?"

"Yes, oh my gosh, please," she begged, hands trying to reach down to her heat to get som relief.

I caught her hand, shaking my head at her, but continuing to flick her sensitive nipples.

"Ah, ah, ah," I smirked. "How long have you wanted me this way y/n?"

"Three years," she whined. So she had felt the same as me all this time. What fools we were, both to afraid to make the first move. Good thing she'd done it unintentionally.

"Well, let me tell you something. It's equally as hard being around you," I told her, and her eyes were lazer focused on me. "I've wanted you just as long."

"Fuck, how long were you watching me?"

"Awhile," I said ,and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You had me touching myself baby, does that make you happy?"

She sucked in a breath at my words.

"Yes, fuck yes," she said.

"Tell you what. Since I was so naughty, watching you, l'm gonna give you a gift. I'm going to make you cum once with my fingers, once with my mouth, and once with my cock, sound good?"

"Oh, Timothée yes," she babbled. "Yes please, that sounds wonderful!"

"Such a good slut for me," I crooned, and she nodded eagerly.

"Yes, I am," she proclaimed. "Can I suck your cock Timmy please?"

I chuckled darkly. "You want to be fucked and filled so bad don't you. Filled until you're bursting yeah? No angel, you can't suck my cock right now. This is about you, and how much better I can treat you than that dumb pink thing you were saying my name to."

I trailed my hands down her body which was quivering with excitement. I finally reached her heat, groaning as I stuck two fingers in her slowly.

"You're soaked," I commented.

"See, this is what you do to me," she said earnestly.

I began to pump in and out of her at a steady pace. She was immediately a moaning mess. I curled my fingers, trying to hit every spot she wanted me to.

"So good," she praised.

I quickened my pace. She was arching, panting, and she was fisting the sheets.

"I'm close," she warned. I brought my thumb up to press on her clit and she screamed. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a stream of curses.

"Enjoy that did you?" I asked.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Now your mouth, please your mouth!"

I did as she asked, lowering my mouth to her cunt. I started slow, long, loving licks, that had her whining and squirming. I gave into her unspoken desires. lupped my speed, lapping at her folds. She was moaning and reached down to grab at my curls.

"More, more, eat me alive," she was nearly sobbing.

I grabbed her thighs, my nails making crescent shapes in her skin. I sped up my pace, I changed the direction of my swirling tongue.

"Timmy! Timothée," she moaned as she arched herself up into my mouth. Her juices coated my lips.

"You taste like a dream," I told her.

"You're so good, fuck you are amazing," she panted.

"You ready for my cock?"

"Yes, I need you inside me."

"So needy," I chuckled.

"Yes, need you."

I hovered over her. I look into her eyes, and brush a piece of hair from her sweaty, glowing face.

"I love you," she suddenly blurted. "I've loved you for three years Timothée. I don't know if I could take it if I knew this was just sex to you."

"I love you too," I quieted her, putting hands on either sides of her head.

"Oh thank God," she grinned, sighing with relief. "Now please fuck me T."

"Gladly," I said, and pushed into her.

"You're so big," she hissed. I began to snap my hips forward as I kissed her neck. She was clawing up my back, and I would wear the future marks like a badge of honor.

"So tight," | moaned and she clenched around me. I was so close, but I was holding on until I could make her cum a third time.

"Come on, I want you to cum baby."

"Co close! Choke me," she begged. I placed my hand on her neck, and pressed. She gasped and then her walls were clenching around me beautifully.

"Fuck!" I cried out as I emptied myself into her. She was meeting my thrusts, wrapping her legs around my waist to get me closer as we rode out our orgasms.

I thrusted once more before stilling.

"I can't even describe the orgasm I just had," she said. "I feel like I'm on fire, but in a good way, but I also feel like jelly."

"I can't believe," I panted. "We liked each other all this time."

"I tried sending signals, why did you think I was always inviting you to things and being so touchy?"

"I thought we were just good friends," I chuckled.

"Why haven't you pulled out yet?" She asked, head cocked adorably to the side.

"Because I've waited three years to fuck you, and I'm not done. I'll get hard again soon enough to fill you again," I told her as I began to suck on the skin of her throat.

"Oh Timmy," she said, clenching around my length, which did in fact get me half hard again.

"I don't know if I can take another round."

"Come on, for me," I said, and she was easily persuaded.

"Oh I suppose, but I want to be on top. Do you know long l've touched myself to the idea of you under me."

"Fuck," I murmured as I flipped us, dick hard again in her warmth.

"You take me so well, I think your pussy was made for me," | grunted as she began to bounce on my cock.

I reached up, and grabbed her breasts, massaging the skin. She moaned.

"Tell me you want my cum baby," I gasped as she swiveled her hips.

"I want your cum, I want you to fill me. I want to be so full l'm leaking everywhere."

"Tell me you love my cock."

"I'm addicted to your cock, I don't know how I ever lived without it!"

"I want you to come again for me" I told her, and reached down to roll her clit between my fingers.

"No," she groaned, too sensitive Tim," She begged.

"You can do it princess, come undone, anoint my cock, please," I begged and with those words she came for the fourth time. I thrusted up into her clenching pussy, and suddenly I was shooting ropes into her waiting heat. She got off me gingerly and all but fell onto my chest. I had seen tears in her eyes from the over stimulation.

"We're not leaving this bed," she panted. "For the rest of the weekend."

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade is having a stay-in date night with Ness, and this means the kitchen light is traded for a colored one, candles, half burnt pasta, cheap wine, and Careless Whisper blasting throughout the appartment complex.

He starts off with some cringy dance while V is up on the counter, rolling her eyes and smiling, but she can't help but feel like there was something different about Wade. Yeah, she knew this dance. She knew the routine of his 'serenade' and his littlw two step slow dance he had going on, making backup sound effects for Mr. George Micheal and eventually grabs the pasta spoon, singing into it.

This is not new, but.. something was. She couldn't put her finger on it but she knew her boyfriend. She knew him well enough to become engaged to him, break up with him, and start dating again.

It was like he was glowing.

But why?

"Tonight the music seems so loud! I wish that we could lose this crowd-" His non existsnt eyebrows wiggle, and Vanessa can't help but to almost spit out her wine.

"Maybe it's better this way, We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say!" He shouts into the pasta sauce covered spoon, leaning into her a bit as she rolls her eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. She knew what Wade wanted. He wanted to "earn" her with his performance.

God.. he really is her peacock, wasn't he?

"We could have been so good together! We could have lived this dance forever!" Taking her arm, He pulls her waist closer to him, connecting their foreheads with those pretty heart eyes of his beaming into hers with such love struck gleam.

"But now who's gonna dance with me? Please staaaayy~" He sings loudly, letting her go enough for V to notice that Logan is now staring too, the same lop sided love struck small smile on his face.

"And I'm never gonna dance again- Guilty feet have got no rhythm!!" He says, dropping onto his knees and arching his back, using her hand to keep his balance.

"You didn't have any to begin with!"

She hears, looking up to see Logan smirking as Wade jumps to his feet. "ExcUSE me!? My bad, not everything is a waltz, old man! Like seriously, when's the last time you could do anything but a simple one two three? Lincoln's wedding!?" He calls over the counter and Logan grunts, his joints popping as he gets off the couch.

Wades eyes widden with dangerous excitment as he turns to her. "Oh now, im in for it!"

"Damn right. I can do more then Waltz, you know."

"Oh, yeah!? Like what? Square dance?!"

"Whats wrong with square dancing!?"

Then it clicked.

Him.

That's what was different about Wade.

Logan had changed him. Unconsiously, for the better. He was so... Happy. He was like a missing puzzle piece to complete Wades purpose of being, mirroring what Wade needed, even if that meant insulting his dancing skills mid date.

Grinning widely like a moron with a crush, he changes the song- Wade was serious. He would never dance with anyone else except V to that song ever again- Pushing next on their shuffle only for Madonna to come on.

Squealing, he waves his hands, shoving the pasta spoon back into the pot then took Logan's hands. "Can you swing?"

"S-swing?- Woah!! Hey!"

"You wanted to dance so were dancing!"

"I didn't say that!"

As she listens to them bicker, she laughs as she watches Logan awkwardly step on Wade's foot multiple times.

"Ouch!! Hey! I'm regenerative, not indestructible! You're like 400 pounds!!" He teases, and the blush on Logan's face is something she wants to take a picture of, watching as he tries to teach Wade how to 'properly dance', spinning him around, holding his wasit and dipping him at certian parts.

"Ahh!! Don't drop me!!"

"I'm not going to drop you, Stop screaming!"

"Ness!! He's gonna drop me!"

She giggles, giving Logan a playful finger wag. "Hey do you mind? He needs all the braincells he can keep!"

"Yeah! Cancer already ate half of them!"

"Oh, sssuurree, just the cancer, definitely not how many times youve made me shove my-"

"Lo-Lo!!! Not in front of Nessy!!" He whines, being spun again.

"Oh shut up, i'm not going to embarrass you infront of Vanessa-" he turned to her, whispering "I so am"

"I HEARD THAT!"

"What? It's not my fault your game is weak." Logan teases him, giving her a playful nod, putting his hand out for her to take "Ma'am."

She laughs, hearing Wade suddenly complain that he wasn't supposed to be stealing his date.

"Maybe she wants to dance with a real man-" Logan coes, gently taking V and spinning her too... Vanessa could see why Wade liked him.. he was quite strong. And a gentleman.

"My gender blindness has NOTHING to do with this!" Wade whined in a high-pitched tantrum like sound, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him instead.

Oh great. And now they were fighting over her.

Gosh... Maybe she has two Peacocks...

[writinground2]

List 2: 70 and 73 with McCabe❤️

70 - I like that about you

73 - you do have a stupid face

Stupid Face - Katie McCabe

“I’ll trade you my orange slices for your cookie,” Y/N held her plate out with the orange slices to the group of young kids around her, “come on, they’re super strict during season, I gotta sneak all the extra snacks I can.”

The girls all giggled, but adamantly shook their heads about making a trade. Y/N sighed and made a show of begrudgingly eating her orange slices. She bit into one, leaving the peel to cover her teeth and made funny faces to the group, “you guys missed out.” 

Katie watched across the lunchroom while Y/N kept her group entertained. She wasn’t having any of the same luck, all the girls in her group didn’t seem to like her, they swarmed to Caitlin. 

The Arsenal team was having an event with one of the underprivileged after school programs in the area. They were hosting girls and gender diverse people of all ages for the day. The players paired up and were in groups with the kids, leading them through drills on the pitch. They had already done a morning session and were currently having lunch, before getting to go back out for a scrimmage with the players for the afternoon. 

Katie thought she was good with kids, but apparently not so much. She sighed as she looked around the room, noticing all the other players seemed to be getting on great in their groups. Y/Ns all seemed to be hanging off her every word and action. As soon as she stood up to put her tray away, everyone at her table scrambled to put theirs away too. 

Y/N called attention to the rest of the room, informing everyone they would be starting back on the pitch in fifteen minutes, asking everyone to clean up behind them before making their way outside. 

The youth all followed her direction, putting their garbage where it belonged and tucked their chairs in before leaving the cafeteria. 

Everyone was directed around the pitch for a warmup before they would start a few mini scrimmage games against all the players. 

Y/N wandered around with an armful of different colour pinnies, distributing them at random to everyone on the pitch. 

The field was split into four sections, each section would have a scrimmage on it, winning team would stay, while the losing team would move to another pitch. Y/N sent an Arsenal player with each colour pinnie to separate pitch to help sort the teams. 

Calling everyone to the centre, Y/N explained what the rotation would be and that everyone would need to stay with their team colour for the afternoon, “now, the first team to have their whole team together, gets to start the first game with three goals! Go!” 

All the youth took off in search of their respective colour, the Arsenal players each calling for their team to find them. It was chaos while all the kids frantically searched for the right colour pinnies. 

Thankfully Katie wouldn’t oversee a team, she would be helping with a few other players to ref the games and help rotate everyone around the pitch. 

As the last few youths found their team, they all started yelling that they won, a few cheering victoriously before Y/N had a chance to announce who had actually won. 

Y/N pretended to look like she was thinking about it for a minute, looking at each team. “I don’t know, that was pretty close. Katie, who do you think won?” 

Katie blushed at being the centre of attention, she normally didn’t mind it, but after having such a rotten morning with the kids, she didn’t want to make it worse by choosing the wrong team. 

“You’re having a really good hair day Y/N!” Caitlin called, trying to encourage her team being chosen. 

“Y/N I think every day is a good hair day for you,” Leah called from the pitch over, sticking her tongue out at the Aussie in rebuttal. 

Y/N laughed and listened while the Arsenal players all called out compliments to her, some of the youth joining in as well. 

“You have a great face!” was called from one of the youngest kids. 

“I do have a great face! Thank you!” Y/N called back, “red team with the win!” 

The team with red pinnies jumped up and down, celebrating the small win. 

The Arsenal players that were acting as refs for the games called their pitches together to get the games started. 

Y/N wandered over to where Katie was talking to one of the youths and both seemed to be upset. 

“I don’t like you and your stupid face!” the girl shouted at the brunette before turning to storm towards Y/N. 

Y/N intercepted her to see what happened. The girl explained Katie had sent her to sit on the sideline for being too rough with another younger player. Y/N school her features to not laugh at the irony of Katie telling someone they were too rough. 

“We’re all here to have fun today kiddo. Katie wasn’t saying you’re done for the day just that sometimes players need a minute to cool off, so they play better,” Y/N knelt to be the same height, waiting for the girl to nod, “alright, why don’t you go sit with your team for a bit and when you’re ready you can play again.”

The girl gave Y/N a small nod. Y/N smiled and walked her over to where the rest of her team was, “how about after the games are done, we go give Katie an apology for yelling at her?”

She seemed to think about it for a second but gave Y/N a small nod. 

“Good choice,” Y/N gave her a high five and the left the team to it. 

“She’s right you know,” Katie gave her a strange look as they cleaned up the pitch at the end of the day, “you do have a stupid face.”

Katie rolled her eyes. She knocked the cones out of Y/N’s hands and went to pounce on her, but Y/N took off before she could. 

“You didn’t let me finish!” she called over her shoulder. 

Katie caught up to her and scooping her up and jokingly throwing her to the ground. Y/n wriggled around until she was on top. 

“I was going to say you do have a stupid face,” she pinched both of Katies cheeks, “but I like that about you.”