#no because he needs to be kissed expeditiously

[kopivie]

Ok, so just… let me gather my thoughts for a second.

Xiao in this event was so perfect— I literally cannot put into words how much I adore this man ohhh my god and like… he’s just so… kind and gentle to the Traveller and it genuinely makes me feel so warm inside because he is such a nice guy who, in the end, doesn’t want to trouble people or spoil their fun, and it’s sort of a hint to what his character was like before all the angst kicked in: kind, sweet, and someone who enjoyed spending his life with others, and in that aspect it’s so heartbreaking but simultaneously wonderful to see him finding that comfort and ability to open up again in the Traveller (and I’m not complaining that the Traveller is sort of the players’ self-insert…)

He’s just so sweet and I cannot deal with it and he asks us to tell him stories about the mortal world and our travels after the quest and feels comfortable talking to us about what’s troubling him and shares his almond tofu with us aND NOT TO MENTION THE INTERACTION WITH ZHONGLI AT THE END OF THE QUEST. Like, it’s as good as Zhongli calling Xiao out on his feelings as anything and I am so, so crazy right now

And the way that he says we make him feel strange but says ‘yes’ when we ask whether it’s in a good way… my heart cannot take this I swear to god

I need to kiss him right now. I NEED to. RIGHT THIS INSTANT. AND SHOW HIM THAT HE IS LOVED. AAKSOODEKJSIIAHEHEISJSJEJRJ and I’m just imagining him melting into the affection because he hasn’t felt it for so long and WAAAAAAAAAH IT’S NOT FAIR WHY ISN’T HE REALL

(You can tell that my emotional state is on a rollercoaster right now, can’t you…)

I need to kiss him I need to kiss him I need to k—

Yeah okay I’m done. For now. I have so much pent up Xiao-loving energy at the moment and hhhhhhhh

-🎻 anon

YOU'RE SO RIGHT, I JUST. AAAAAAA FUCK MAN, XIAO IS EVERYTHING

for me, it's the hesitancy in his voice when zhongli suggested he call him by a higher title — if genshin animation was just a little better, i know good and well that he would've been blushing.. he's just so selfless and sweet and and and

FUCK I LOVE XIAO SO MUCH

[nereidprinc3ss]

do you believe me now? | 6

in which spencer reid and inexperienced!fem reader are finally honest with each other. complete with tears and more than a few make-up kisses.

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this series is 18+ warnings/tags: angst but mostly fluff, i think this qualifies as hurt/comfort, HHEHHEHHEH, lots of kissing, so cheesy, you jokingly imply he's a slut, i need him expeditiously a/n: thank you guys for being patient with me!! ilysm!! i edited this until i hated it but i hope it's satisfactory for YOU guys..... as always please please let me know what you think!! and i already started the next part hehehe

The car ride is the worst of your life. 

Neither of you speak. 

And you find yourself wishing, pleading to god that one of you will say something to fix this—but each minute ticks by and the streets get familiar and a quiet song ends and you realize you were silly to ever think a twenty minute car ride would change anything. 

Spencer was the luckiest you’d ever been and your relationship is floating away like a balloon you forgot to hold on to—nothing more than a red dot lost to the vast blue. 

Maybe for him it’s easier. You’re pretty sure it is, as you risk one or two glances at his unreadable profile that turn into lingering, obsessive looks because you’re panicking and realizing you’ll maybe never see him this close again. It’s funny and terrible how quickly you’re remembering what it was like to see him at the coffee shop for the first time—how he was nothing but a beautiful stranger, completely unknown to you and worlds away. Now you’ve had him, sort of, and you’re turning into the girl who could never have him all over again. 

When he turns onto your street reality begins to sink in. Your heart is a short fuse inside your chest as he pulls into a spot and parks the car. The rumble of the engine cuts. The headlights stay on. 

For a moment, everything is quiet. You wish you could insert your own reality into the silence—one where you’re simply enjoying each other’s company and there’s no sense of impending doom to take your breath away. 

“Do you want to talk?” Spencer asks, looking pointedly ahead where the lights shine off the back of some other person’s car. A wayward moth dips and swirls into the high beams. You watch Spencer track it with his eyes. 

“I’m not sure what to say,” you admit quietly. The weight of everything you’d like to say sits in your stomach like lead, too heavy to divulge. It’s only been a few weeks of having to carry the truth around with you and your muscles are already fatiguing. The idea of carrying it around indefinitely makes your eyes sting. You’re already exhausted. 

Maybe a stronger person would find that last bit of energy to make a final push, to save the relationship just before it falls apart. 

But you never claimed to be strong.

Deep down, you must’ve known you weren’t ready for a real relationship. You can’t handle all of this pretending to be okay with things that hurt. Even if that's the grown-up thing to do.

“I tried. I really did, I’m sorry—I’m—”

Before you can get the words out your throat tightens around them and you bury your face in your hands. 

The sound of his seatbelt unlocking and whirring back surprises you—but you’re even more surprised when he undoes yours. Still, you move your arm so it can snap back into place and then he’s pulling you into him. 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, one hand on the back of your head as you lean over the small gap between the seats, unable to stop yourself from shedding more tears. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.”

He’s sorry. 

For not loving you?

If it’s not your fault he doesn’t love you back—then whose fault is it? Who’ll take the fall?

But still, he’s holding you so carefully, like you’re made of porcelain. Something to be protected. Or at the very least, something to be mourned even after it’s in pieces. 

As you lean against him, lulled by the slow in and out of his breath, the inverse of yours, and the way he slips his thumb over the back of your hair in silence for a few minutes—you wonder what’s missing. Why he’s not satisfied. 

“I don’t understand you.”

The words come out flat, muffled by his coat, garbled with leftover tears. 

“What was that?” Spencer asks gently, still playing with your hair. You sniffle, adjusting your head so your cheek is to his shoulder and your lips are no longer smushed. 

“I just… I want you to explain it to me.”

“Explain what?”

You sit up just enough to meet his eyes. The movement seems to take him by surprise, but he keeps his hands on you—one slipping to your cheek and the other still loyal to your back. He brushes his fingers over the delicate skin beneath your eye and you cover them with your own in an effort to get him to stop treating you so kindly. But even now, when you’re mad at him for being so gentle in the way that he hurts you, you can’t help but seek the familiar callus on the side of his trigger finger. It’s an odd thing to anticipate missing, but you’ll miss all of him. You can’t imagine holding a hand without that familiar anomaly—a cairn to show you where he’s been and who you’re holding. 

He curls his warm hand around yours and you hold your joined fist out for him in emphasis, speaking louder than either of you were prepared for. 

“This! You! I understand that we don’t feel the same way about each other and maybe I can’t change that. But then you do this and I don’t understand why. I don’t understand why this isn’t enough for you, because it’s enough for me, and I just—I don’t know what else I can give you. I don’t know what else there is. I don’t understand why I’m not... enough.” The tears are back and flowing freely, but you forge breathlessly ahead, because you’ve finally found a way to be honest and you’re not going to stop now. Spencer is frowning, lips parted and clearly confused or shocked or something, but you continue your confessional before he has the chance to interrupt. “I want to be enough, but you didn’t even give me the chance, and I don’t think it’s fair that we’re breaking up when you didn’t let me try. Maybe if you just told me, if you explained what’s missing I could fix it and you could love me back, and—please. I just want to try. Please, Spencer.”

A car engine revs somewhere far away, echoing down the street. It reverberates for several seconds, unimpeded by any other noise. Any word, any breath. 

His voice is thin when he responds a moment later, still studying your face with a kind of scrutiny that is so indecipherable you don’t know how you expect him to respond. 

“Love you back?”

You blink. 

Your stomach drops. 

For all that you’d revealed, for all that you’d willingly humiliated yourself with your pathetic supplication—you’d meant to keep that four letter word to yourself. 

What a way to make an exit from your relationship. 

Spencer is still looking at you, keeping you pinned to your seat, and as much as you wish it wasn’t the case he’s not going to let you off the hook this time. He’s going to demand an answer, and you have a 0% chance of bursting into mist before you have to provide an explanation, so you have no choice but to say something. 

What, exactly, you’re going to say—you don’t know. 

“I didn’t…”

“You didn’t mean it.”

The response comes so quickly, sharp as a slap, that you jump back slightly, a deep frown twisting your brow. Spencer makes no effort to keep his hand in yours as you slip from his grasp. 

“That’s not what I was—”

“Just say what you mean.” Silence. “Tell me.”

It’s like he’s got an ice pick to your chest. It’s like he wants you to humiliate yourself even further, to punish you for your messy indiscretions. 

“Spencer…”

It’s a warning. You’re giving him a chance to stop this before he hurts you sadistically. Before he becomes unrecognizable. 

He swallows. 

“Please.” And then, a second later, when you’re still trying to process the quiet pain in his voice and suddenly faced with the unexpected question of who is hurting who, “please, just… tell me if you meant it.”

For the first time tonight, you notice how exhausted he looks. Slightly gaunt, even paler than usual. Shadows pool deeper in the hollows of his face. His eyes look glossy, dark crescents below awaiting to catch tears you realize you’ve never seen fall. The tonal shift has you so disoriented, so out of your body like you’re seeing yourself in his own injuries—the truth becomes the only humane answer. Even if it hurts you.

“Yes. I meant it. You know I mean it.”

“I don’t know that,” he says on a shaky exhale. “How would I know that?”

And he’s got the ice pick back at your sternum. It’s tipped in poison. The mallet trembles in the air. So does your voice. 

“You told me you didn’t feel the same. You said it was new for me and different and I was going to make things complicated and you treated me like I was a stupid kid, and—and it doesn’t even matter. This was dumb. I’m sorry I said anything, I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing. I just.. I can’t do this.”

You’re about to open the door, every muscle tense as you wonder what the hell is wrong with you. What reduced you to the weepy, pathetic girl, begging a boy to love her despite knowing it doesn’t work like that—the same girl you’ve looked down your nose at in every film and TV show and in every high school and college hallway since you learned what self-superiority meant. Before you knew exactly what it felt like to be her. 

“Wait.”

He says your name.  

And of course you pause. 

You want a reason to stay. If you had more self-respect, you wouldn’t. But you know you’ll give him as many chances to give you an excuse as he’s willing to take. You knew that before your fingers met the metal of the door handle. 

“Just—hold on a second. Can you look at me?” 

You sniffle and wipe your eyes with the heel of your palm before turning around to face him once more. You wonder if anyone will ever have the kind of power he has over you ever again. 

The despair leaves only wisps of itself on his face—mostly he looks like he’s thinking hard about something. It’s jarring. 

“You’re talking about our phone call on Sunday, right?”

You nod petulantly with a quick teary eye-roll because obviously that’s what you’re talking about. 

Something lights in his own dark eyes as he inhales, parts his lips as if to speak, and stops himself again. Like he’s got news that he’s not sure how to break. 

“The things I said, on that call… I wasn’t talking… about you.”

Your insides feel like tangled yarn as you stare at him uncomprehendingly. 

“I mean, I was. I was talking about us. But not in the way you think, it was—” he stops, rubbing his eyes and taking a frazzled breath. “I know what it’s like to be the one who cares more. I have to assume that I’m the one who cares more because when I don’t, I ruin things. And with you, I felt like—the stakes were so high, and I thought it’d be safer for me to not say anything until I knew you felt the same. But I know that’s not fair to you so I tried to tell you over the phone that if you didn’t feel the same way it was okay. And now I’m—I’m realizing the way I phrased it was incredibly unclear and misleading, and somehow I fucked it up in a completely new way. But I wasn’t referring to you. I just didn’t want you to feel stuck with someone who can’t give you casual when you have so much ahead of you. I had no idea you felt that way about me. And I am so, so sorry that I hurt you. I never meant for that to happen.”

You blink. 

And for some reason, begin sobbing. 

Spencer freezes for a moment, then tells you to stay there and you barely have the capacity to wonder what he means as you hear his own door opening then slamming shut again. A moment later he’s on the passenger side, opening your door and leaning in. 

“Hey,” he whispers, gently pulling your hands from your face and making you turn your head to look at him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. But that’s good news, right? Why all the tears, lovely? What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

You take a shuddering breath. 

“This is all my fault, I ruined everything because I was too scared to tell you before and now—and now—”

Stroking your cheeks to wipe away the tears is a futile effort because they just keep coming, but Spencer does it anyway, and he speaks so kindly, so evenly it somehow hurts deeper. 

You were terrible to him. And he had been prepared to accept that. He thought you didn’t love him, and he was still willing to be the subject of all your cryptic frostiness and inexplicable cruelty. 

“It is not your fault. You didn’t ruin anything. I’m still right here. We’re okay.”

“But we’re breaking up, and—and I was so mean to you. That’s not okay, Spencer.”

You finally look at him. He’s close, eyes warm and wide as he looks directly into your own teary gaze, shaking his head earnestly. 

“You were confused, honey. So was I. It was just a misunderstanding. But… I know I was unkind to you. I cannot express how sorry I am for that, and the last thing I want is for us to break up, but if you think that’s what’s best, I’ll… I’ll understand.”

His voice is dangerously thin by the end, strained with impending tears of his own. But he’s eternally kind—backlit by the streetlamps and beautiful like an angel.  Whatever you want, he’ll give you. Even if it’s this. 

“I don’t want that. I don’t.” You sigh, closing your eyes briefly against the world as you realize the impending breakup had been a delusion all along. That you were going to let your insecurities and some sick pride end the relationship for you. All that despair had been for nothing. Or—maybe not nothing. You realize he still hasn’t said it back. But you won’t be a coward. It’s not worth losing him. You open your eyes.  “I just—I want us to be on the same page. And if you don’t love me yet or if you don’t wanna say it, or if you can’t, I get it—it’s okay, but if you don’t could you maybe just tell me? So that I’ll know—”

Before you can process it Spencer is leaning in, head angled to accommodate you, pressing his lips to yours so softly your breath catches and your stomach flips. Maybe softer than he ever has before, and it’s like taking a deep breath after holding it through a dark tunnel. You exhale a tentatively soft sigh against him, releasing air you don't have along with the fraught tension in most of your body. All too quickly he’s pulling away, hands still cupping your cheeks and thumbs stroking over your skin. When he speaks it’s not quite a whisper, but secret-soft. 

“How could I not be so in love with you?” 

Suddenly you can feel the world turning underneath you. Or maybe you’re just dizzy from lack of oxygen. Either way it feels good. A drop of warmth makes a splash in your stomach and slowly spreads through every vein and capillary until you’re sure you’re glowing gold. 

“Really?”

“Of course really. I’m—” he takes a breath of his own, and you realize how difficult this must be after what happened the last time he professed his love for a girl. Your chest aches for him. His voice is low and solicitous, but it wavers slightly. “I should have told you sooner. I wanted to, but I was worried—I was worried the way I felt for you was… too much. I am so in love with you it scares me. I still don’t know what to say or how to act around you. When I’m gone, sometimes I imagine quitting my job, just so I can come home and see you sooner. When I have a gun in my hands, I start thinking about all the things I would do to keep you safe, or—or just because you asked me to. And if what you wanted was for me to leave you alone, I would have done that. If you wanted me to drop everything and everyone to be with you I would have done that. And I know you’d never ask those things of me. But any of them, I’d do in a heartbeat. Which is… it’s a little scary, huh?”

The final sentence is a nervous self-effacing chuckle, which you can match in sound only—one breathy attempt at a laugh from your slackened jaw. 

When that’s the only response you can manage, he clears his throat. 

“Too honest?”

You shake your head as if in a fog. 

“No. Not too honest. But I’m just… I’m trying not to cry again.”

He smooths over your hair fondly. His own eyes are shiny and full of wonder as he studies you for a short while, like you're doing something much more awe-inspiring than sniffling in the passenger seat of his car. Then one hand is dropped to your shoulder and the other braced against your seat back. Finally, he pulls back to a more reasonable distance with a shaky sigh. It’s a sound of relief. You want to hug him, and all the past hims who have ever been hurt by anyone. 

“You, um—you need to rehydrate. Do you have anything that will rebalance your electrolytes? If you don’t I can go to the store—”

“You don’t need to do that,” you assure him with a small, watery laugh, loosely grabbing the wrist that brushes your shoulder. 

“But you need to take care of yourself. And I know you haven’t been drinking enough water because you never do.”

There’s a lingering overwrought shakiness to his voice, but it’s still the most relaxed he’s sounded since he came home, and you realize that the worst is behind you. The storm that you’d been so sure you couldn’t weather is somehow clearing up. 

“I can’t believe we almost just broke up.”

He hangs his head, dropping it to the curve of your neck and groaning. 

“Don’t say that. Let’s not think about that right now. Just—” when he raises his head again, and shakes it slightly to get his hair out of his eyes, they’ve cleared, like he’s on a mission to change the subject. “Let’s go upstairs. Will you let me take care of you?”

You give him an exaggerated nod, still sniffing, and the smile that grows on his face is like seeing the sun rise above the ocean. You love his smile. You love him. 

Spencer kisses you on the cheek. 

“Okay. Let me lock the car and then we can go up.”

As soon as you get into your apartment and turn on the light Spencer goes to the kitchen. It’s a small unit, but antique and nice enough, though you prefer Spencer’s. There’s still some tension as you observe him filling a glass with water, kicking your boots off by the door—but not necessarily the bad kind. You’re not sure exactly what it is. 

“Where are you going?” He asks as you pass the kitchen area to turn on a standing lamp in the opposite corner of the room. 

“I don’t like the big light.” A warm glow emanates through stained glass as you flick it on. 

“I know that. I just didn’t realize it was a higher priority than your wellbeing.” His tone is sardonic but he’s already switching off the overhead lighting for you. You give him a wry smirk as you finally approach and take the proffered glass from his waiting hand. 

“Ambience over everything, baby.”

His brows pinch at the cavalier sentiment—you never call him baby, so you're sure he knows it’s a joke—and he shakes his head with a humorous little huff of air through his nose, watching as you drink deeply. Your hand is shaking. Spencer notices and covers it with both of his, taking the half empty glass with one and grabbing your hand with the other. 

“Adrenaline,” he murmurs, kissing your knuckles. “It’ll go away soon. Did you get enough?”

You nod, smiling small but genuinely. Emotionally exhausted or not, you’re happy. 

Spencer strays, not far, to set the glass on the counter. Then he turns to face you, bracing his palms on the ledge and just watching you for a moment with the kind of smile that makes you nervous in the best way.

He beckons you to him with nothing more than a quick tilt of his head, and you shuffle across the floor in your socks til you’re toe to toe. Without your shoes on, he feels much taller. Still he just watches you for a moment—not that you mind. Your view isn’t half-bad. The faint warm glow from the lamp casts shadows over his face, highlighting all the perfect angles, deep brown eyes framed by dark lashes, and lips that still make you feel like a girl with a crush when you look at him. His hair is getting long. You’re unreasonably glad you still get to look at him like this. 

“Hi,” you whisper—something about the intimate dark of the room feels like a place for secrets. 

“Hi, pretty.” Spencer tucks hair behind your ear, eyes soft wherever they focus on your face like if he even looks at you too sharply you might break. “Have I told you how much I missed you while I was gone?”

He knows he hasn’t.

“Even when I was being a heinous bitch?”

Spencer laughs and it makes you smile too. The way his smile changes the landscape of his whole face will never feel any less like observing a natural phenomenon. It’s unfair how beautiful he is, and how you’re keeping him all to yourself in the dark on the fourth floor of an apartment building in DC. 

“Even then. Not sure that’s the wording I would have used.”

“I missed you too,” you admit softly. 

He maps your face with wandering eyes like he’s done a hundred times. Vaguely you wonder if he sees the same kind of beauty in you that you see in him. If he sees landmarks in your flaws and stars beyond the observable universe in your eyes. 

Spencer sweeps your hair over your shoulder, fingertips grazing your neck. 

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs. 

Butterflies fill your stomach and you nod shyly, unsure of what would come out if you tried to speak.

His free hand settles on your lower back and brings you into him until you’re chest to chest. With his other on your jaw, he bows his head, and you angle yours up, allowing your eyes to flutter shut. 

Spencer kisses you so gently it aches in your chest, still cupping your face and stroking your cheek. You can’t help wrapping your arms around his middle—before he’s pulling away far too soon. 

And he’s laughing. 

“What were you drinking?”

You frown, flustered and trying to remember a time before his lips were on yours.

“Water.”

“Before that, baby. At the bar.”

You think back even further, head muddled even more by the endearment so that it takes you a moment to recall. 

“A Shirley Temple. Derek brought it to me. Why? Is that bad?”

“No,” he says, still smiling as his lips brush yours. “You’re perfect. You taste like candy. It’s cute.”

Oh. You feel warm as he presses another kiss to your lips—and this time you insist on him staying awhile. He’s happy to oblige. 

Spencer kisses you soft and careful at first, and then deeper, but still so slow, until you can’t help the way you’re bunching the fabric of his shirt between your fingers and rising on your toes to try and get impossibly closer. He kisses you the way you’ve been needing him to since he left, long and unhurried and sweet—and takes everything you give him, siphoning away all your leftover turmoil and angst until you’re weightless. You’re deprived of oxygen, you’re dizzy, and you don’t care at all. 

“I love you,” you breathe against him before he captures your lips again with a hum that flips your stomach, his hand rubbing over your hip. 

“Say it again,” he mutters against your mouth a second later, brushing hair away from your face. 

It comes out a little mumbled this time between kisses, but it comes out all the same. 

“Love you.”

He sighs into you—relief that mirrors your own. 

“I love you.”

It seems like the kind of thing that will never stop sounding perfect from his lips. 

A final deep kiss shortens into a series of smaller ones, and then he’s pulling away slowly, brushing the corner of your mouth affectionately. 

Both of you require a few deep breaths—a moment to let your sparkling eyes wildly chart each familiar curve and convex and shade and shadow of the other’s face—before either of you can speak. Spencer breaks the silence first. 

“I’m sorry.”

You frown, stirred from your brainless bliss by his unexpected apology. 

“For what?”

The fiery glow in his eyes dampens slightly. 

“For what I said at the bar.”

Oh.

That.

It feels like a lifetime away—memories seen through someone else’s eyes. Words like blows from a less familiar mouth. 

You look away. For a while, you’d forgotten about that. Ideally he wouldn’t have reminded you. 

At least he doesn’t make you look at him. He just strokes your hair, watching you examine the tiled counter. His voice is soft and soothing, like he’s appealing to a scared rabbit. Or maybe something angrier and with more teeth. 

“You’re not immature, or badly behaved, or thoughtless. I was having an emotional reaction, I got defensive, and I lashed out. It was unfair and unkind of me to throw those things back in your face when I know how much trust it takes for you to be vulnerable with me. There’s nothing I can say or do that will adequately make up for that, but I want you to understand that I didn’t say any of it because it was the truth. I said it because I didn’t understand how you were feeling and I was hurt. I was insecure and I acted juvenile. I am so, so sorry, honey. You don’t have to forgive me, but you do need to know that none of it is true.”

Once you bite your lip long enough to be sure you won’t cry again, you speak. 

“It’s okay,” you insist with a cheerfulness as natural as hard plastic, something in your chest twinging. “I was mean too. Like you said, we were both confused.”

“It is not. I made you cry.”

Sometimes you forget that he’s not like other people. He’ll never accept anything less than the barest truth. So you look back up at him and speak with a level of honesty that you hope satisfies him. 

“I forgive you. You didn’t mean it. And I have insurance because Derek said he and Emily would kick your ass if you’re mean to me again.”

You hear the sad humor in his voice. His hand runs up and down your back. 

“If I’m ever mean to you again, I personally invite you to kick my ass. And then let Derek and Emily have their turn.” He thumbs at your cheek, studying you in silence for a moment. “I can’t tell you how much I wish I could take it back.”

You stand up a little straighter. Spencer tracks you with his eyes, noting the way you smile slightly. 

“You’ll find a way to make it up to me.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” he admits, barely a whisper and the truth of it so heavy you can feel it too. 

But for tonight you can’t contend with more weight. 

“You know what you could do right now?”

The mischief in your tone is obvious, and he hesitates, like he’s not sure he wants to let you move on from this so quickly. But eventually he plays along, pressing his thumb into the dip of your back and speaks lowly, just as you’d hoped he would. 

“What’s that?”

You smile slyly. 

“You could kiss me again.”

“Hm… I don’t know, three times in one night? Sounds a little excessive.”

“Do you want to be forgiven or not?” You huff. He smiles lazily, already dipping his head to press his lips to yours. 

“I thought I was already forgiven.”

“Apologies can be retracted.”

“Ah.” His next words are mumbled as his lips ghost yours. “Well we wouldn’t want that.”

Spencer puts you out of your misery, not bothering to warm you up to it before he’s kissing you with a deep need. It’s still languid, and not hungry, exactly—it’s more like an aching, mind-numbing thirst. It’s all-consuming, overwhelming to have all of his burning focus pinpointed on you like this. Both hands come to cup your face and you wonder if he wants you in ways that he doesn’t entirely understand, just as you want him. You wonder if anything could possibly sate this desire to possess him completely and for him to possess you, to trade corporeal forms—or if it’s just something you’ll have to live with like a metaphysical itch you can’t scratch. As he forces you to tip your head back for him, using his height to his advantage, breathing deeply against you and attempting to push himself impossibly closer, you begin to think he understands exactly how you feel. 

As soon as you’d sensed he wanted it, your lips had parted for him. He knows he could have any part of you. He knows how eager you are to give yourself to him. You’ve done everything to prove it, and yet you’ve never needed him quite like you do ask he pushes off the counter and slowly backs you against the wall, protecting your head with a hand as the paintings rattle ever so slightly. You gasp into his mouth and he kisses you greedier still, but his hands don’t stray from your cheeks. 

Not until, that is, you hook your right leg around his left, and he catches it, fingers wrapping under the bend of your knee. 

Never in your life have you regretted picking jeans rather than a skirt more than you do right now. 

But to your disappointment, Spencer slows down to a halt—pulling his lips from yours like they’d been stuck by molasses until he’s far enough away to study you wildly, panting just as you are. His hair hangs over his smoldering eyes. He’s disheveled. It’s sexy. 

“What?” You whisper, voice surprisingly hoarse.

He looses a dry, abashed laugh. The flush he’s sporting is incredibly charming. 

“I’m supposed to be playing nice with you.”

Spencer says it like it’s a mild hindrance. Something frissons in your core. You smile a little wider as you continue to catch your breath, which seems to please him. 

“Playing nice?”

“Being gentle. I’m not supposed to push my favorite things against walls when they’re delicate.”

Your face heats at the way he speaks of you—if it weren’t Spencer, if you didn’t know he really doesn’t think of you as an object, you’d be pissed. But instead all you can think about is how good it feels when he calls you his. 

“According to who?”

His eyes dart between yours and then down to your lips several times before he averts them to the wall beside you with an intensity that could burn holes through the plaster. Is that how he looks at you?

“According to me. I think… god, you're going to hate me for this. But I think I need you to kick me out.”

You drop your leg at the same time as you do your heart. 

“What?”

“I know,” he says, over-apologetically, “I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let that escalate. But we can’t… do anything tonight.” Before you can protest, he rushes to explain himself. “It’s just that it’s been a long day. It’s been a long week, actually, and I doubt either of us have slept very much, and I think you’re really drained, and probably not thinking super clearly. I don’t think you’re in the best place for decision making.”

You look pointedly down to where he still has you pressed to the wall. 

“I think I’m in a great place.”

At that he steps back, but lets his hands find yours and pulls you away from the wall—just not quite as close as before. His nose bumps against yours as he speaks low and sweet. 

“I understand that you want me to stay right now. But it’s not a good idea to associate fighting with physical pleasure. That can set some really dangerous patterns.”

“We’re not fighting,” you plead, matching his tone as you look up at him with big eyes. His fingers lace with yours. 

“You’re right. Maybe fighting was the wrong word. But we had some pretty intense conversations today, didn’t we?”

Reluctantly you nod. 

“Right,” he agrees. “Same premise. We need to be able to have those conversations without getting distracted.”

In a last ditch attempt to get him to change his mind, you give him your best approximation of the imploring, wide-eyed gaze he sometimes uses on you. Something not entirely smile and not entirely smirk twists the corners of his mouth. When he ducks down to kiss you quickly, you reciprocate, but you lack the enthusiasm of earlier. 

“Hey.” 

“Hm,” you respond, dejectedly. 

“Don’t get all grumpy because I don’t put out.”

That puts a disgruntled little smile on your face as he probably knew it would. 

“I guess you just gave it up easy to all those other women.”

He grabs your chin and gives you a final peck. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never been with other women.”

“Mhm,” you grumble good-naturedly, pushing away from him and going to the door to undo the deadbolt. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

“Wow. I really must have overstayed my welcome if that’s the goodbye I get.”

You turn back around, brows raised. 

“Oh, I was prepared to be very welcoming. This is your doing.”

“Uh-huh. Come here.”

Happily you skitter back across the few feet of wooden flooring and wrap your arms tightly around him one more time, pressing your cheek to his chest. He’s ready, winding his arms over yours and rubbing your back. It’s eerily similar, you realize as he presses his face into the concave of your shoulder, to when he’d left on that most recent case. 

But at the same time—everything’s different. 

And you won’t make the same mistake twice. 

“Hey,” you smile, resting your head on his shoulder. Spencer pulls back to look at you, a similar grin on his face. 

“Hey what?”

“I remembered what I was gonna say.”

The grin widens. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. 

“Tell me.”

“I was going to tell you that I love you. And—I hope you’re not one of those people who’s uncomfortable being told that often. Because if that’s the case I’m really going to annoy you.”

“I’m not that kind of person,” he assures. “Tell me as often as you can.”

“But you should say it back. It’s more polite that way.”

“I love you,” he murmurs, in a voice more serious than your teasing tones had been but still soft and sweet around the edges. “You know, people talk about love as if it’s completely irrational and illogical. But with you… I think the world actually makes more sense than it used to. I understand things I never did before. You’ve taught me a lot.”

It’s like a lightshow in your stomach. You wonder if he has any idea the effect his casual musings have on you.

“You already knew everything.”

“Not everything,” Spencer whispers. “Not about the things that matter.”

And you’re fresh out of teases. All you can do is look up at him with big eyes again, in awe of the fact that you get to keep him after all. 

“Will you text me when you get home?” You request, voice reverent in the wake of an admission you could never hope to top. 

“I will. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod, because it doesn’t even matter if you had other plans tomorrow. They’re as good as cancelled. 

Spencer kisses your cheek, and you get the sense that things are still being left unfinished. There’s an unresolved tension that you can’t shake, even after all the apologies and kisses and sweet words. Still, he made a point with his talk about not mixing argument with pleasure, and you’d like to respect those wishes because you respect him—even if every atom of your being shakes with desire to keep him locked in your bedroom, hidden away from the world together, for as long as you can possibly manage. 

Eventually, you loosen your hold, and you let him go. He lingers at the door, hands in his pockets, just watching you and mirroring your small smile as you hold onto the counter with an iron grip to keep yourself in check. After he finally peels his gaze away from yours and silently closes the door behind him, you stand there, staring at the wood for at least a minute.

Once you manage to shake yourself from your revery with a deep breath, you grab your glass from earlier and stand in front of the sink, watching it fill with a white jet of water. It’d be a shame to admit it to him, but maybe Spencer is right. Maybe you do need time to emotionally digest today. After all—that was technically your first argument. It seems to have left you sort of wound up. Not in a bad way, per se—maybe you just need to take a shower, let the hot water roll over your shoulders and wash away the frenetic energy that clings to you. 

Still, something tells you that you won’t be getting much sleep tonight, even if you do take the world’s longest shower. You’re simply too high-strung. You wonder if having Spencer here would fix that or make it worse. But ultimately, he’d made the call that it was a bad idea for him to stay, and you’re generally inclined to trust his judgement. 

The thought makes you laugh into your cup as you drink. Even after the debacle that was the past week, you trust him to know what he’s doing. Maybe you need to rethink that, at least temporarily, until he’s had a chance to redeem himself. 

Just then, your front door is opening with absolutely zero warning and slamming shut again before you can finish whipping around. Your heart threatens to choke you and you almost drop your glass, clutching your chest. 

“Jesus, you—”

But the words die in your throat as Spencer storms toward you, shrugging his coat off with a white-hot chill in his eyes. It’s enough to freeze you in place, heart drumming against the confines of your ribs. 

“You really need to start locking that door,” he breathes, tossing his jacket on the counter before grabbing your face and crashing his lips into yours, palms pressed to your jaw and fingers pushing into your hair. You stand there, hands hovering in air before you gain the wherewithal to blindly set the glass down behind you. Your heart is pounding as you immediately submit to the kiss, whining softly against his lips and cautiously seeking stability in the fabric of his shirt. Spencer pulls away only briefly, allowing you to gasp for much-needed air. His brown eyes are like molten gold on you, pupils blown wide and wild as he scans your face, taking heavy breaths of his own. “Anyone could just walk in.”

-

part seven

[12thhouse-sun]

a bene placito

Gale x f!Tav

1.9k words

Explicit

AO3 Link

Tags: PWP, Cockwarming, Fluff, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand. Literally just smut.

banner from @saradika

“You’re chipper for a man who had not three, not four, but six glasses of port last night.”

“That is because I have a talented, beautiful, benevolent wife who will cast Lesser Restoration at a moment’s notice and I would be a boor if I did not show her my utmost gratitude.”

There is a slight chill to the room that sparks goosebumps all over her skin, but Poppy doesn’t complain due to her warm and very naked husband laying on top of her. Gale’s lips traverse her collarbone and shoulders, sucking and biting his way across. Both of his large hands cup a breast each, oh so gently kneading the soft flesh in the way he knows riles her up.

“I think you just liked my tits in that dress I wore last night and you’re sore that you didn’t get to do anything about it until now.”

That cheeky Dekarios smirk tugs at the corners of his lips but the words that come out don’t match the look. “My stars, you know better than anyone that I don’t need any reason to worship your body. Though, if I had to have one, that dress would certainly qualify.”

Said dress is draped over her dressing screen, peeled off late last night once all of their guests went home. Their annual Midwinter party was a rousing success, too successful even. Poppy had hoped to sneak away with Gale at some point in the evening, but the tasks of hosts never dwindles. As such they were busy socializing and tending to their guests long into the evening and once they were alone Gale was too drunk and both were too exhausted to do anything about it, crawling into bed and passing out expeditiously.

Now, with the clarity that comes with the immediacy of a Lesser Restoration-cured hangover and a good night’s sleep, her husband initiates what they both missed out on last night.

Gale’s hands move with purpose, one of them skating down her side and over her ass, squeezing a little before gripping her thigh and hooking it over his own. His hot arousal presses against her abdomen insistently, a wordless promise.

She rolls her hips in an attempt to get her to touch her where she wants to most. Gale’s hands and mouth have been distinctly nowhere near her core, the ever-loving tease that he is, and she is not above begging. Gale chuckles into her neck but doesn’t otherwise move, continuing instead to coax bruises to bloom on her skin with every hard suck and bite.

“Gale,” Poppy whines, trying to roll her hips into his again.

“Mmmm I am quite busy at the moment, my love,” he murmurs between each kiss. “Do you need something?”

“I need you to touch me you insufferable man,” she gasps right as the hand on her breast tugs on her nipple sharply.

“But I am touching you—is this not acceptable? You know I always strive to do whatever it takes to make you feel good.” His eyes finally meet hers and they’re black as night and that smirk is now fully-formed as he revels in his power.

“Taste me, finger me, fuck me, please—”

“As you wish.” Gale surges up and Poppy is left cold without him pressed against her. He sits back on his heels and his hands move in a familiar motion. Poppy feels a tingling behind her knees that almost makes her laugh as two mage hands push her legs back and spread them, fully exposing her to her lover.

It’s been five years since Baldur’s Gate. Five years since they found each other, caught each other. They’re no longer struggling for food on the road, no longer walking miles and miles a day or working their bodies fighting for their lives. Gale sits before her, delightfully soft and alive. Scars from difficult injuries are long-faded, the orb now just a faint suggestion of a shape, and even more gray hairs dot his beard and course through his brown locks. It’s been five years since they fell in love and Poppy finds these days that she has somehow fallen even more in love with him, and has become even more attracted to him.

His own hands now free to do what they please, they graze along the soft inside of her thighs, making her tremble. The cool air has turned her nipples to hardened buds. They have not escaped Gale’s notice. Leaning forward, he sucks one bejeweled nipple into his mouth as one of his hands begins rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves at her center.

Her body reacts faster than her mouth at his touch, her hips quivering at his attentions but it’s when he bites her breast that suddenly her orgasm no longer seems far away. Gale doesn’t stop, doesn’t stutter; his deft fingers keep working her as if nothing has changed.

Poppy’s breaths come in gasps now and her hands scrabble for purchase in his soft hair. The moan she summons from him warms her chest and fills her with satisfaction. He may be leading this dance but it’s always reassuring to see that she still affects him as much as he affects her.

“Gale,” she moans, high-pitched and wanting. He growls against her chest now, his free hand shooting up to tug on her hair, arching her head back to expose her neck to him. Gale lavs on her throat with abandon and now that he’s pushed farther up her body, the hard and weeping head of his cock nudges her thigh.

His hand on her clit caresses her folds, drawing out her pleasure until he slips two fingers into her center, making her cry out his name again.

“Quite ready for me, aren’t you?” he whispers huskily into her ear, beard tickling the shell.

“Fuck please, please Gale.” Poppy’s mind reels with pleasure as his fingers curl inside her over and over and over.

Just as quickly as he starts, his hand is gone and she cries out at their absence. Poppy is about to question him when instead his hand in her hair grabs her hand, settling it over her head. His free hand directs his length to her entrance and he sheaths himself inside her in one fluid motion.

Their collective groans is a song, a harmony they have long practiced. Settling between her legs, Gale’s hands slide up her arms to link with hers above her head and he kisses her deeply.

Gale lays there unmoving while his hard cock throbs inside of her and Poppy trembles with anticipation. He has effectively trapped her, locked hands above her head and legs spread wide as they are with his dual mage hands.

It’s as if he were made for her, as if they were meant for each other this whole time. Even though there was a point where Poppy thought they wasted years not acting upon something that clearly was meant to be, it was only properly meant to be as it came together. They’re meant for each other now until the end of their days.

He has mastered her, truly. Everything is effortless with him, including her orgasms. Time is an illusion when they fuck and this is no different, but in these moments where their bodies are practically one and locked in place as she is, it’s as if she’s reached another level of pleasure. Poppy loves being close to Gale and despite the sweat that forms between them she glows in the sensation. He hasn’t moved but suddenly the crash is there, waves of pleasure pulsing through her as his cock warms itself within her; the stretch of his cock and the press of him against her body are enough. He is always enough.

“Sweet hells,” Gale groans. “I will never tire of feeling your ecstasy around me. Every time serves as a reminder as to how lucky I am to be able to pleasure you.”

His hips start moving then at the peak of her overstimulation. It’s so good and too much and just right all at once. Gale’s favorite thing is to draw out their pleasure for as long as possible but he reveals himself and how far gone he is when he doesn’t measure his pace. Her wizard’s ruts into her relentlessly, hips pistoning against hers as if they were on a time limit.

“Fuck, fuck,” Poppy cries as he tugs her pleasure to the forefront once more.

“Are you going to come for me again? You sound so sweet when you sing for me. A song only I get to hear, something all for me.”

If it were warm enough to keep their windows open, there would be no denying to passers-by outside what is happening in this room. The vulgar sounds of their bodies slapping together and their mutual keens of rapture are explicit and undeniable.

“You astonish me,” he gasps as he fucks her. “I have lost count how often I’ve bedded you but each time feels like the first. It is a privilege to stand beside you and call myself yours, and a luxury to be the one you call home.”

How he manages to keep talking and find new things to say every time is the truly astonishing thing, but Poppy’s not one to converse or needle him when in this position. Gale is quite effective at trumping those desires, making room only for one desire between them.

“Come for me, come for me my love. I need to feel you fall apart again. Can you do that for me?”

Anything. She’d do anything for him. And the fact that he’s asking her to come? Not the first time but the second time today? It’s the easiest decision she’ll make all day. It’s not even a decision but rather an inevitability. He knows her too well and gods she wants to make him come his brains out too.

Their shared breath is hot where they pant into each other’s mouths. Gale’s hair drapes around her face and shuts the rest of the world out so she can only focus on him. His eyes are desperate and all-consuming and that pout has always been her weakness.

“Yes Gale yes!” Poppy cries, finding her peak and falling over the other side. Her hips thrash against his stuttering ones as he comes with her, hands clenching hers as if she were actually falling.

Sweat clings to her skin like her favorite dress, Gale more than willing to help her remove it. He licks at her salty skin between heaving breaths, making Poppy twitch and shake in the overstimulation.

Gale releases her hands and it’s an effort to lift them to drape over his own sweat-soaked back. His mouth doesn’t stop working, cleaning her neck and shoulders with his tongue.

“I think a bath would be easier, love,” Poppy pants, exhausted.

“That will have to wait, unfortunately. I am not quite done with you yet.”

Gale lifts himself up on one arm and cups her face with the other hand. His thumb pulls at her bottom lip and his eyes dance across her face. “Yes, I am nowhere near done with you.”

Poppy can feel his cock softening inside her but his face betrays his enduring arousal. “Whatever you want,” she hums. “Whatever you have in mind I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Indeed you will, my heart. Now roll over, I have not paid nearly enough attention to your derrière and I cannot abide by my temporary disregard any longer.”

@dr-demi-bee @lanafofana @spooky-lil-bee @feedthepheasants @waterdeep-weavemoss @crimson-and-lavender @pouroverpaloma @marlowethebard

[mitch-the-silly]

Hewwo! Just read "Aggroo of a Bleeding Heart" and it just made me crave more of Yandere Vox! May we please get a story of him preventing the reader from escaping? She also somehow is immune to his hypnosis so he'll have to try harder >:)

OF COURSEEE!!! Omg, I just LOVE Yandere Vox. I need him expeditiously-

Anyway, here! Here's your Yandere Vox! :DDD

As mentioned in other posts, reader is gender-neutral due to no specification on gender being made.

Yandere!Vox x gn!Reader

Imagine!!

"Hypnophobia"

You banged on the doors of your glorified enclosure: a five-star suite in the V-Tower. The door wouldn’t budge so you punched it out of spite. “Show yourself, coward!” You cried, looking directly at one of Vox’s cameras. You knew he was looking at you, he always was. Frustrated upon hearing no reply, you sat down on the floor, hugging your knees. You wanted to leave, and despite none of this being your fault, you couldn’t help but feel like you earned this. You fell for his bait hook, line, and sinker. He pampered you with gifts, gave you this place to stay, and just when you decided he was getting too close for comfort, he trapped you.

You sighed, getting up, sitting down on your bed, looking at your phone. You wanted to call a friend, but you found their contact was erased from your phone. Only Vox, Val, Velvette and a few friends that Vox knew had no intentions of getting you out of your prison remained saved in your contacts. “Oh, fuck you, Vox!” You yelled, “Only ten contacts in my phone! I know you did this, you sick bastard.” Your protest was met by silence again. Oh, how that ticked you. The way he silently observed you. Yeah, he was always watching but he was never brave enough to talk back to you. But you had a brilliant idea to get him to say something.

“You know, maybe if I had someone to talk to, I wouldn’t be so upset over my contacts. Maybe I wanna leave because there’s no one here to keep me company.” You whined.

The camera before you stayed silent for a bit, but then crackled into a voice, “You’re needy, aren’t you? Can’t conform to being a pretty little doll? I left you in your room, is that not enough for you?!” Vox complained over the camera’s speaker.

“Humans need interaction. If you really wanted me, you’d try to build a bond with me!” You spat back.

“So I do have to go over there and put you in your place.” He huffed. The noise stopped as the speaker cut off. You immediately assumed he’d ignored you, but you were promptly proved wrong.

From the camera zapped out a figure of the likeness of Vox. Later materializing, revealing to, in fact, be the man himself. “You know, you’d be more enjoyable to observe if you could just be still and sexy.” He huffed jokingly. “But I have to admit I like your spite; it adds a layer to your sexyness~” He cooed, moving closer to you, caressing your chin as he activated his hypnotic eye. If he couldn’t get you to listen by asking nicely, then maybe he could get what he wanted.

You jerked your face away from him, “You won’t even put the effort into asking me out for dinner, or even asking me out at all and you already want me to be your pretty little princess in a tower.” You spat, backing up from him, and sitting on the other side of your bed.

Vox huffed, you were one of those… his power didn’t work on you. He just hated having to try harder to appease people. “Fine then. I’ll ask you to go out with me. And if you want a dinner date you have a wonderful balcony. I could just organize a candlelit dinner.” He thought out loud.

“You’re still not taking me out of this room?” You retorted in disbelief.

“Oh, I’m not stupid, babe~ You just wanna leave. I’m not letting that happen.~” He chuckled, sitting next to you, holding your waist. “But just how do I get rid of that nasty attitude of yours?~” He cooed, taking your hand and kissing it.

You rolled your eyes, “You had me once. But you fucked it up by locking me in here when some random guy talked to me.”

“You smiled at him.”

“Am I not allowed to smile anymore?!” You replied in disbelief.

“It wasn’t a regular friendly smile, I could see the way you looked at him.” Vox scoffed.

“Ok, and? We’re not in a relationship. If you want me to keep to myself then make it official. Others won’t flirt with me either.” You suggested, a bit annoyed.

“Make it official? Oh, please! Don’t make me laugh! You know I can’t go out in public and freely say I have a thing for you! You’re more like… a dirty little secret~.” He chuckled.

“And why is that?” You complained, scooting away from him.

“Because think of the scandal! And while it would bring in a lot of money… I’m not gonna ridicule myself! My image and the image of the Vees has to be pristine, you know this, sweetheart~.” He explained, kissing your cheek afterwards.

You rolled your eyes, “What now then? You’re just gonna leave me here?”

“If you want someone to talk to, I’m a camera away, sugar~.” He chuckled, zapping away and into the camera where he came from.

You tried to run to catch him, but to no avail, “You fucking idiot! That sounded stupid!” You yelled at the camera. After which you sat back down on your bed. Maybe things would get better after this conversation. It was you he wanted after all.

[dirtysvthoughts]

i feel like chan would be into marathon sex. like, nothing too wild, just long long nights where you both come over and over again until you're incoherent from overstimulation

OH MY LORDDDDDDDDD BESTIE 😩 your ask has me crying through my legs, i need this and him immediately and expeditiously 🙃

i definitely feel chan would be into marathon sex, especially on those nights when he hasn’t seen you in a minute :( the minute he sees you, his hands are all over you and the two of you are making out like nobody’s business, tongues interacting intensely. and he wouldn’t just have sex in your bedroom. oh this man is fucking you in every area in your place.

he would fuck you on the couch first, having you sit down while he’s on his knees, between your legs, eating you out (not too fast, but not slow either). he would smirk as his tongue traces your folds, knowing he was making you feel good and because the whines you were letting out were so cute, yet so sexy. when you come all over his lips, he gladly cleans it up, never failing to mention repeatedly how good you taste and how beautiful you sound when you moan for him.

next stop would be the kitchen, this time he would lift you up and carry you, sitting you down on the counter as your mouth kisses his the side of his neck. your shorts and his shirt are somewhere in the living room, leaving him shirtless and you with your panties on covered by one of your oversized shirts. you press into him to feel his crotch on yours, and immediately a wet spot forms in your clothing. he notices and starts grinding, thrusts his hips into you. you can’t help but pull him in closer, wanting to feel chan’s dick press on the thin material of your underwear. this time though, it’s him who’s coming first, the dry humping enticing him more than he thought, a wet spot on his own boxers.

and for the grand finale (after fucking you against the wall, putting his dick in only halfway), chan takes you to your bedroom, both of you finally naked - nothing left to separate you from what you really want. he’s showering you with compliments and adoration, praising you for how well you’ve been taking him and how you waited so long for his dick. he pounds into you with intention, every thrust feels to sweet and has you nearly thrashing on the sheets for more. you can feel your stomach start to tighten, but before you can say anything, you come for the fourth time that night and your vision turns white.

after you come to, chan would give you a bit of a break, getting you a change of clothes and having you eat something if you were hungry. after a while, it’s you who asks him if you can sit on his lap, wanting to make out with him again, but also wanting to feel chan get hard.

and without question, he pulls you into his lap, you on top of him, his back on the headboard, hands on your ass, you two seemingly far from coming to a complete stopping point.

[abiiors]

VEEEEEEE, i messaged you a few days ago that i was at work and thinking many thoughts of ross and i am once again at work and thinking many thoughts of our big beautiful man…

IN PARTICULAR idk why this is the scenario on my mind but ROSS HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU 🤭🤭🤭 and being sosoooooo smitten and soft for you…. (gnawing at my enclosure) like in this scenario i keep thinking about, it’s ross waiting for you to show up to like an intimate gathering of friends and you’ve met the boys and everyone before through charli cause that’s bestie (need her expeditiously) and you and ross really hit it off!! his head is full of nothing but thoughts of you!! so he’s clearly distracted until you get there then he’s all smiles and laughs and gentle touches (need to be institutionalized) but ALSO until you get there he’s all impatient and antsy asking charli if you let her know what time you’d be there but he asks it more than once so everyone starts teasing him for having a crush and then they tease him even more once you get there cause his whole demeanor changes i’m thinking many normal thoughts 😍😍😍

OH MY GODDDDDDD ANON YOU'RE IN MY HEAD BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY A SLEEP SCENARIO FOR ME!!!! i love the whole dynamic of having a crush so much, it's just SO. SOFT. 😭😭

yes, absolutely, you've been introduced to their friend group through charli because she is the fucking coolest and makes an offhanded comment like "hmmm you know what now that you're single, there's someone i wanna introduce you to" (that someone being ross obv) and you do absolutely hit it off but maybe you're both a bit shy at first to ask each other out immediately. like you like each other a lot and worry that the other might not feel the same but oh lordddd he is so down bad.

he's quite good at hiding it though, or maybe he thinks he's quite good at hiding it 🤭 like he won't go up to charli and directly ask her when you're coming. he'd instead just casually be like "oh, thought your friend was coming too, isn't she?" all cool and aloof as if he doesn't care, he's just 'curious' but charli instantly clocks it and smirks at him like "well, aren't you curious!!! she's running a bit late don't worry. she'll be here in 15, i just got a text from her."

and he spends the next 15 minutes trying not to hover near the door so he can be the one to open it once the doorbell rings. anyway, he isn't the one to open it--george is. and you go around saying hello to people and hugging both george and charli before you shyly wave at ross and fix your hair a bit (self conscious, it was kinda windy outside and ross finds it so adorable that your hair is all unruly and messy in a very effortlessly sexy way)

charli immediately hooks her arm with yours and pulls you towards ross and goes "so ross is really good at making cocktails and you were saying how you were gasping for a good martini!" and then she sorta pushes you both together towards her home bar and says "go ahead, use whatever you like"

while your back is turned she also throws a wink at ross who rolls his eyes and mouths a silent thank you (she really is a good wingwoman) and well turns out he is really good at making cocktails. you even comment on it and he's like "come on i'll teach you." so you hold the shaker in your hands a bit unsure until you feel him right behind you and so close that you can almost feel the heat radiating off him. his cologne is mouth-wateringly good and you fucking want to turn around and pull him into a kiss.

he is no better tho--his heart is fucking hammering in his chest because he really does fancy you so much and you're so fucking close to him. so he does the second best thing which is wrapping his hand over yours under the guise of teaching you how to make a martini.

your hand is so small and soft in his and it's like the first time he's ever properly touched you so he feels like he's fucking sixteen again. no one is paying attention to the martini, you're both just busy blushing and being idiots in general. <3

[ayyy-pee]

You saying Kishibe call me is so fucking funny LMAO - thought I’d also hop in your inbox and let you know that your writing is great! It’s really impressive how you’re able to write so much consistently and have it just be that good I really don’t know how you do it. And if you’re taking requests I have a general drabble request for anything that has to do with Kishibe + squirting and an age gap - no worries if you aren’t though! :)

LMFAOOOOOOO no because i mean it. i need him to hit my line EXPEDITIOUSLY!!! thank you so much for reading and supporting and enjoying my work! that makes me so glad to hear!

i've literally never written squirting before. like i don't think yall understand. i've written smut like six times ever dlfkjdsk i'm a pretty new writer LMFAO so i hope this is ok!

** Reader is an adult but Kishibe is an ancient annoying grumpy old man!

This fucking old piece of shit. He was going to kill you. He was going to take everything from you and leave you limp and boneless across his desk.

“Shhhhh, I told you to keep it down,” his rough voice commands.

You bite down on your tongue hard, the sharp metallic taste of blood invading your senses. It’s quiet in the office, the end of the workday having sent everyone home…you hope. Somehow, a quick visit to Kishibe’s office ended with you on the edge of his desk with your legs spread wide, knuckles white with your tight grip and your superior hovering over you with his hand between your thighs.

You’ve been going at it for a while now, Kishibe continuously bringing you to your peak only to snatch it away when he feels your legs begin to shake around his hand, feels your walls clamp down on his fingers. He won’t let you cum until he’s ready. Until you’re a writhing puddle beneath him.

“Kishibe…please,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as he’s yanked yet another orgasm out of reach. “Please, please. I want to cum so bad, Kishibe. I need to cum.”

He hums quietly, pressing a kiss to your ear, the smell of liquor hot on his breath. “And that’s the problem with you up and coming devil hunters. So entitled,” he breathes against your skin.

Your eyes flutter closed as he curls his fingers inside of you, a quiet whimper leaving your lips.

“Should I let you cum?”

“Because…” you groan, half from pleasure and half from irritation because it doesn’t fucking matter. No answer is going to be the right one. He’s so damn frustrating…But the reward is worth the suffering.

It’s always like this with you and this old bastard. He’s such an asshole, scares everyone off when he comes stumbling down the halls at work. Drives you crazy when he orders you to do something you hate just so he can see you scowl and tell him to go fuck himself. Then when the halls are empty and it’s quiet in the building, you meet him in his office where he presses you against the floor to ceiling glass window that overlooks the Tokyo skyline…yanks your pants down and makes you cum so hard you see stars.

A sharp curl of Kishibe’s thick fingers makes you gasp loudly, his free hand coming up to shove three fingers past your lips. “Suck,” he orders. And you do as you’re told. He pumps his digits in and out of your hole, the lewd squelching sounds and your rapid breaths the only thing that can be heard. Kishibe presses a tender kiss to your forehead as you squeeze your eyes shut, the sudden display of affection making your heart race, making the coil in your stomach grow tighter.

“I keep telling you to be quiet and you just…” he curls the fingers in your cunt, making you whimper softly as they brush a particularly sensitive spot, “...don’t…” he pumps his digits in and out, in and out, “...listen.”

Kishibe sighs, pressing the fingers in your mouth down on your tongue and you inhale sharply, trying to fight off the urge to gag against his hand. Tears roll freely down your cheeks. His dark eyes stare down at you with no sympathy as you writhe against his hand. You close your eyes, biting back any moans that threaten to escape as Kishibe works his fingers inside of you.

“You want to cum?”

“Mhmm, please,” you hum, your begging muffled against his fingers as you nod enthusiastically. He angles his fingers so that they’re grazing against your g-spot and your muffled moan only makes Kishibe tap against that spot over and over again.

The coil gets tighter, the pooling in your belly gets hotter, your breathing gets harder. You feel your body shuddering. Your brows knit together, you’re almost there. As long as he doesn’t stop.

Eyes still closed, you feel Kishibe pull his thick fingers from the cavern of your mouth and you take a deep breath before you feel his large hand then wrap around your neck, pulling you towards him.

“Look at me,” Kishibe tells you. And you listen. Through watery eyes, you peer up at him. You’re not sure what you expect to see. Maybe his dead eyes still looking at you as though you’re worthless. Or maybe he’ll gaze at you lovingly like you sometimes hope he’ll do when he has you like this; give you something to show he cares about you as more than just his fuck buddy. 

But it’s neither of those. It’s a simple, sly smirk curling at the end of his lips that has you panting, has your thighs shaking, has you falling over the edge. Kishibe leans down, presses his forehead to yours as he fucks his fingers into your pussy and utters the words you’ve been dying to hear all night…“Cum.”

The coil in your belly snaps, your soft walls squeezing and clenching around Kishibe’s fingers as your release oozes from your cunt. And he’s still pumping, still curling, still abusing your g-spot. He has you shaking, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Kishibe watches you come undone before him. 

“Give me everything,” he grunts, pumping his digits into you faster, the obnoxious smacking sounds of his soaked palm slapping against your drenched cunt filling the space. And then your legs are shaking again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as yet another orgasm washes over you.

“Good girl,” he whispers, eyes drifting down to your pussy. He curls his fingers inside of you. “Another,” he demands.

You shake your head, panting, gasping for air as you try to catch your breath from back to back releases. You’re so sensitive. You can’t possibly cum again. 

“You can,” Kishibe tells you, as though he’s read your mind. “You can give me one more. I know you can.”

Then he gives you a taste of what you’ve always been looking for from him. He tightens his grip around your neck just a little, pulling you to him as he places a sweet, soft kiss to your lips. And you’re going over the edge again.

“Kishi–ohh–fuck, Kishibe I’m–”

Your walls clamp down on Kishibe’s fingers once more and this time you can’t stop the loud cry that rushes past your lips and straight into Kishibe’s mouth. You can’t stop the way your body convulses on the desk as your third orgasm tears through you and you definitely can’t stop the rush of liquid that shoots from your core, drenching the paperwork beneath your ass on the desk, Kishibe’s hand and the front of his pants.

There’s a momentary silence, save for your harsh breathing.

“Oh?” Is all Kishibe can muster as he stares down at the mess between you two. He looks just as surprised as you do, brows raised high on his forehead. He pulls his fingers from inside of you, a long string of your slick connecting you to each other until he wipes it off on his pants. He steps back, his gaze now examining the puddle on the floor and between your legs.

“Well…I guess it’s good the cleaning crew hasn’t come through yet.”

You can’t do anything but laugh, caught off guard by his sudden humor, but still too frazzled to do much more.

Kishibe hums, unbothered as he reaches into his pocket to take out his flask. He pops it open and throws his head back to take a swig…only to realize it’s empty. Grumbling, he puts it away and glances over at you, still spread wide for him on his desk.

“Fix yourself up while I get changed,” he says as he makes to leave. “I’ll wait for you downstairs. We can go for drinks.”

[dashielldeveron]

To cope with my flight home i crafted a little outfit for binding magic and other medievalisms shinsou 🧠🧠🧠,, (fun challenge because fun fact when you’re on the plane you have no internet!! So I had to only look at reference images I’d already saved (( so pls forgive if it’s not very historically accurate 😅😅😅😅ALSO PLS FORGIVE IF UGLY IT WAS A 9 HOUR FLIGHT OKK ILL DO HIM BETTER SOON I SWEARRRR))). Also a challenge because it’s the first time I’ve drawn shinsou not bf coded 😢😢. When crafting his little outfit I looked at other characters from media who have aura,, so I could get his intimidating vibe right ,mainly capitano and dainsleif from gi, but as a consequence I think I made him look too princely?? ig it could be fitting since he’s the heir but I wanted to make him more rugged. So just imagine this as his court outfit.

(Also the way I drew the hood hides like my favourite part of the design which is that it’s one of those like mask hood things which I think suits him as spy master!!)

the great thing about medievalisms is that they aren't historically accurate, by design! they're only inspired by the medieval period and aren't representative of the period itself! so it's cool and fun to have anarchronisms that are sexy, which this is!!!

he!!!!! he's not bf-coded!!! where's our boyfriend???? could he be buried inside this dark, brooding stranger???? i think him looking princely works out fine 👀 bc isn't he a king to us????? i fucken LOVE all the little decorative, jangly things that are so genshin-coded, bc that makes shinsou even MORE frustratingly talented: how can he fucking move silently all the time if he's draped in clangy metal??? how DARE he somehow mute all of that??? the SKILL the FRUSTRATION i want to yank him closer by that dangly belt and taunt him in his face that he's too much of a coward to kiss me. the SLEEVES the tails on his COAT paired with a CAPE at the same time; what a dramatic little bitch. those sleeves are fucken hot. dear God. i wish i had more coherent thoughts than "i wanna take that off of him," but here we are. spymaster shinsou hot. i like how you've captured his stupid expression of "i don't wanna be here, but i'm also going to pay So Much Attention bc i am teeming with both Bitterness and Affection." love him.

i bet he has some absolutely abominable outfits that aren't appealing at all that he does actual undercover work in. doesn't care about his appearance at all, but aizawa forces him to polish himself up for court appearances, so he has something elegant like this. maybe he feels like a collared cat in formal court clothing. idc he's sexy in it, so he needs to deal.

a beautiful man. a perfect man (well, not this early in the fic). our boyfriend. our arranged husband. our little bitch of a childhood friend. we're going to ruin him 💚💚💚 thaaaaaaaank you SO MUCH for another lovely drawing!!! i've been sitting on this ask for a few days bc i've been like, "oh god. how do i talk about this without just saying i Need him expeditiously." but y'know? i can just say that, too. i hope yer day is peaceful!!! xx.

[kamiversee]

MY FACE IS BEET RED AT WORK HELPPPPPPPPP

Kami!!!! 🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝 THANK YOU 🤝🤝 THANK YOU 🤝 🤝THANK YOU 🤝 🤝 omfg the Choso girlies are eating GOOOOOOOOOOOD with this chapter 😭 omfg and that Gojo wet dream blurb was too fucking good aaaaaAAAAAAA i miss that blue eyed beauty every day 🤍🤍🤍 ok yeah pls consider a filthy noncanon poly ending i need these two to ruin the reader expeditiously

my mind is so hazy from reading everything. oh my god. Choso was such a menace in this chapter 🥹 this is definitely what we needed after looking at all those deleted scenes you had for him. art majors are always hidden freaks so this was just *chef's kiss*

"The man had you ruined as someone else once had you before." KAMI I JUST ABOUT DIED!!!! YOU KNOW HOW OBSESSED I AM WITH THE SUKUNA CHAPTERS AJHKAJHDASD AS SOON AS I READ THAT HER HEAD WAS BEING PUSHED INTO THE BED MY MIND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF THEM 😭😭😭😭 every Choso fic/headcanon i've seen so far always makes him so subby not that i'm complaining but seeing this dominant and demeaning side of him was sooooo fucking good omg. that coupled with the cute aftercare seriously makes me contemplate on making this my favorite chapter 🥹

that part where you mentioned the night the reader first slept with him and how he had thoughts of doing other things with the keys... depending on how the sequel's going to go, i can't even imagine how some people are not going to let this go 😅 ALSO WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY SPOILED THE ALT ENDING??? i'm about to spend the remaining 7 hours at work scrolling and scheming omfg Kami pls

"You were his now, and he was yours. Nothing and no one would change that." this warmed my heart soooo much because i've had this weird anxiety that he'll eventually find out the details of the list. i just hope this statement will stay true!! maybe it's my paranoia but this also felt a bit ominous? idk i prob just need to renew my anxiety meds lmao

KAMI YOU COOKED FR

-☃️

Haha I love these sm, gimme kiss rn.

I do have the extra scene tht you & some others requested in mind so Ig I’m just curious if I should write both men dom with the reader or both subby with her since they’re both down terrible😭 Or even one dom & the other subby, IDK. But I am excited to write tht smut, TRUST.

It’s not an ending tho, just extra what if stuff !!

AND YES ART MAJORS ARE SECRETLY FREAKS !! Especially Choso bc like… look at him and tell me he’s not having horny thoughts abt his lover 24/7…

OH OH AND I HADDDD to reference Sukuna again, him and Choso do have their slight relation soooo I need to make a parallel or two ><

& as for Choso being dom… I once saw someone say how Choso would be the kinda’ guy to rage on video games based on how mad he gets in the anime & his facial expression… So like, with tht in mind for some reason I’ve just pictured Choso as the kind to only be subby when he’s still learning something in regards to sex or when he’s with someone knew & he’s just shy…

BUT ONCE THT MAN GETS COMFORTABLE? Oh yeah, its ONNN 😩🙏

Also, I didn’t explicitly say what’s gonna happen in the alt ending! I just kinda said what it’s gonna be… Like, y’know how a lot of chapters are ominous cliffhangers? Haha, imagine that but x10 ^.^

[b1mbodoll]

i can’t believe people think being a loser is a bad thing like …

my type is very much pathetic losers like it’s so hot ??? i fucking love losers i’m a loser !!

also can we talk about how silly loser is as a word/adjective. yea this guy never wins. he loses a lot. a loser. lol

sorry i’m writing an essay on gender performativity and interpellation i’m in analysis mode

love u gabi never stop writing loser!jake because he is so loser coded (all st peter’s boys are tbh… ive been burnt my first bf went there and he SUCKED not even a loser just a dick)

ok bye bye i gotta finish this!!!

love, 🔗

if ur a loser i Need you carnally, expeditiously and biblically. but people need to learn the difference betweet oh they’re a loser 😍😍😫🤤🤤🫣🤭 and oh. they’re a Loser 🤨😒😒🤕

ur so fucking right it’s absolutely hilarious like. Loser. idk i love it 😭

pls dont apologize baby ur brain is soooo sexy 😵‍💫 m like oh nooo im so dumb n ditzy m just a bimbo!!!! need u to be my tutor, i’ll do anythinggggggg haha u r soooo intelligent n hot n smart pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😞😞

love u more sweetheart, i promise i will nvr ever stop, just for u !!!! n im going to track ur ex down and Teach Him A Lesson. he will feel my wrath. he’s awful n i will Destroy Him… anyway yeah i love u most m lookin forward to ur next ask ilysm lets kiss

bye baby good luck with ur essay

[ashsd3ad]

# just a little drabble about suguru geto because brainrot hhh

fluff fluff fluff!!

just thinking ab going on a first date with suguru.

he’d be such a gentleman :((

first of all, he religiously follows the sidewalk rule. he needs you to be as far away as possible from the road, reckless drivers are a very real danger you know?

since it’s a first date there won’t be much pda involved BUT!! your hand will be in his so! fucking! fast! if you find yourselves in a large crowd. he’d keep you close to him and look down at you assuringly, as if he was saying “i got you”.

you try to open a door or pull out a chair for yourself? he will be personally offended. seriously, who do you take him for? ladies should never touch a door handle or pull out a chair for themselves, especially beautiful ones!!

all in all, suguru geto is and always will be a gentleman.

now, imagine you went on a few dates right?

things start getting more serious, real feelings start blooming on both sides.

the dates you guys go on change almost drastically.

first dates are a big deal to him, always striving for perfection. fancy dinners, buying expensive gifts for you, endless flowers, aaaaall the works. he wanted to live up to your standards you know?

but then, after the third or fourth date, maybe you suggest going on a picnic in the middle of nowhere, offering to come over to his house first to prepare the food, and he swears he can feel himself melting.

getou’s main love language is quality time, just basking in a loved one’s presence is a blessing for him, so you offering to do such a cute and intimate thing with him? man caught feels, expeditiously.

the day of the date finally rolls around and you head over to his house. while you help him make the food (even though he insisted you just relaxed on his couch and let him work) he’s all pink cheeks and bashful smiles.

you know, that smile of his. that closed eye smile that is probably contributing to the planet’s temperature rising for how warm it is??? yeah, that kind of smile.

the food is prepped, so it was time to head out. when you two finally get to where you’re having your lil picnic date, conversation just starts flowing so naturally: talking about everything and nothing, philosophical talks transforming into playful banter, chit chat becoming very personal questions. the both of you hadn’t realized how late it got, it was probably time to head back home.. or maybe not. not yet.

you two hadn’t shared your first kiss yet, sugu had said he wanted to take is slow and you respected that, so until you were sure he was 100% ready you weren’t going to make a move on him. you wanted him to move at his own pace and take it a step further whenever he felt ready.

little did you know that getou had been dying to kiss those lips of yours from the moment he first laid eyes on them, and finally, it happened.

kissing suguru for the first time, on a blanket in a flower field, felt like.. heaven.

yeah, if you had to describe it in one word heaven would surely be it.

his lips felt like heaven.

☆

| @ASHSD3AD ‘S WORK , DONT COPY OR TRANSLATE |

[clouisluvr]

part two to dating sean diaz headcannons maybe??

hi beautiful people❤️ i hope you’re all doing well, im sorry about how long this has taken it’s definitely overdue🫠 im gonna try and keep slowly making my way through requests so bare with me! hope you guys enjoy this <3 also please cutely pretend to not see any potential typos LMAOO

incoming summoning of all sean diaz lovers …

- sean is the type of boyfriend to buy you so many squishmallows but be pretend jealous at how many hugs you give them😭 jokingly says you probably love the squishmallows more than you love him but will still always buy you more when you see them together at costco trips

- a slow kiss enthusiast! sean prefers a more sensual and intimate make out sesh rather than a fast and rushed one, definitely has his hand cupped on your cheek, with the other resting on your thigh as his thumb gently rubs the skin there. will stop for a second to make deep eye contact with you and tell him he loves you before leaning back in😵‍💫 (i Fear i need him expeditiously..)

- if u have/want piercings he’d totally get them with you! cute matching septum/nose piercings methinks

- one of yalls fave things to do would be chatting shit ab bad tv LMAOO. like yall are always tuned into love island, too hot to handle etc. you both pretend it’s Insufferable but really you love hatewatching it (unfortunately daniel cannot watch with yall, esteban tells him its too inappropriate😭)

- MARIO KART MATCHES ALWAAYSS!!! after friday sleepovers yall will spend saturday mornings after breakfast playing! sean gives meeee… luigi or link main vibes? i think hes pretty good at it tbh, lowkey competitive but will happily throw the match the second you pout ab losing (unless ur an s tier mario kart player in which case yall will race against each other all day LMAO) oh and Ofc daniel plays with you guys but i think daniel would be absolutely HORRIBLEE at mario kart, everyone just lets him think hes good LMAOO

- in my last sean post i said that he prefers small displays of affection in public but in private he’s a lot more comfortable with touching you. nonstop cuddles, kisses every part of you he can see. loves for you to straddle or lay on top of him, will rest his hands on your hips or small of your back. likes for you to be kinda laid on top of him as yall laze around for a while, he basically uses you as a weighted blanket. sean loves doing nothing with you - sometimes just being quiet in your presence is perfect for him. unfortunately for sean its rare that he gets to be as affectionate as he wants with you because daniels alwaayss hovering around yall, and if not daniel, its esteban making sure his bedroom doors not closed😭

- esteban definitely works extremely hard and slightly struggles to make ends meet but would still wanna spoil sean and daniel -so any family trip he manages to save up for you are absolutely invited! sean would happily be a slightly cringe couple at disneyland with matching mickey ears, (not the kind of couples that cling to each other in the line for rides though LMAO). and every time daniels too short for a ride, sean will always always tease him and you have to give him a lil whack on the shoulder and then comfort daniel. when esteban (eventually) takes sean and daniel to see puerto lobos, he invites you along. you’re considered a part of the diaz family so esteban wants to share where he comes from with you and his sons :’) lots of long beach days with sean and daniel there!!! sean probably gets a lot of art inspiration from seeing you by the beach, probably having a playful water fight with daniel. he thinks you’re in your element when you’re being totally carefree. your joy is radiant for sean and inspires some of his greatest artworks :’)

- i think sean would need some reassurance from his partner. karen being an absentee mother has most likely given sean some abandonment issues so he’ll tend to feel anxious and insecure from time to time. genuine love and patience from his partner will help sean continue to open up and feel more secure in his relationship with you

- arguments with sean would be … a bit terrifying ill be real! the man is scary when he’s mad, i think he’d try his best to keep his emotions under control but frustrations get the better of us sometimes and he may end up saying something hurtful💔 he instantly feels guilty and apologises profusely but also understands saying ‘im sorry’ isnt always enough to take away the hurt caused. if you give him the silent treatment for a bit, i imagine he’d actually turn to daniel for advice! i think daniel would actually give weirdly helpful advice LMAO. he’d probably tell sean to start the conversation off by giving you something you like, like a choc-o-crisp. it sounds stupid at first but sean would probably attempt to bake you something (and fail horrendously) but seeing the effort he puts in to try and make things right is the perfect first step to resolving the argument :’) sean would definitely value communication in a relationship and wouldn’t want you to hold back about any potential problems!!

- you’d become a bit of a motif in seans artwork! he’d unintentionally draw some of your features or favourite interests in the background of his art, it becomes a sort of signature. you’re his muse!

- couples costumes for halloween are a must. for oct 2022 yall would show up to parties (and trick or treating with daniel) as miles morales and spider gwen!!

- i think the diaz family have a family game night every now and then that you obviously attend! they don’t hold back with you though, they will stack uno cards against you like crazy if you’re about to win😭 and daniel most definitely cheats at monopoly and takes extra money from the bank, to which sean always complains🤭

- during yours and seans early days of dating, he’d probably go out of his way to keep you from meeting his dad and daniel. not because hes ashamed of them.. more so he knows how embarrassing they can get and he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird. he’ll explain this to esteban after inevitably being badgered to bring you over for dinner one night, to which his dad will tell him that if you’re really right for sean and genuinely like him, you’ll accept his family too. besiiidees how ‘embarrassing’ can they really get? well .. i think your first time meeting seans family would be a bit disastrous. sean would insist on cooking dinner, i think he’d attempt lasagna but would leave it in the oven too long. as you arrive, daniel is probably in the midst of attempting another zombie costume project whilst sean and esteban freak out over the burnt lasagna now setting the smoke alarm off. once you arrive and knock on the door the muffled chaos from inside goes SILENT followed by the sound of some rushed movements and whispers. sean lets you in with a slightly panicked smile and despite the smell of smoke wafting into your nose, the ear piercing ringing of the smoke alarm harshly hitting your ears and the sight of his little brother drenched in what you hope is fake blood, you smile back at him and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and all of seans worries about you coming over are instantly soothed.

- seans the type of boyfriend to be totally down with a pamper session. he’ll happily let you play aesthetician with him, applying multiple face masks, plucking his brows, waxing his legs, shaving his face, doing his makeup etc. sean seems like the type to have relatively clear and healthy skin but he’s left glowing after yalls little spa sessions!

- lyla ADORES you. you guys are probably incredibly close friends (actually i think lyla most likely introduced you and sean) you and sean are aware of lyla’s fear of her and sean not being friends one day, so you both make an effort to not leave her out of things. you guys definitely go to concerts and new movies together and make a bunch of amazing memories.

- sean has a polaroid of you in the back of his phone case❤️ his lockscreens reserved for his dad and daniel!

- absolutely adores you borrowing his tshirts or hoodies… he loves seeing you in his clothes but more so loves how they always smell like you after you wear them. if you’re bigger than sean he’d love borrowing any cute graphic tees or hoodies you had too.

- i think sean would spend christmas eve with your family and you’d spend christmas day with his! sean would paint you the most beautiful portrait of a candid photo of you, alongside a personalised photo necklace (these are so so cool - you can place a customised photo inside of the necklace, and you see it once you look inside the heart pendant!!) it’s probably of a picture that esteban took of the two of you during your holiday in puerto lobos. its one of the most beautiful meaningful gifts he could have gotten you, and you wear the necklace every day.

- i think when sean falls for someone he doesnt fall fast but once he does fall, he falls VERYY deeply in love. you bring him so much happiness and he loves expressing that through big and small gestures. randomly surprising you with flowers during the week, suddenly being overwhelmed with a wave of songs that remind him of you prompting him to make you a mixtape, writing you love letters, absentmindedly finding himself doodling you on a post it note mid class and handing it to you. sean loves you with all his being and shows it to you every day.

[faiirytalcs]

She could only shake her head at that, never truly breaking away from the kiss as she did so. "Try if you want to but I'm very, very stubborn." Paz whispered against his lips, teeth digging into the bottom one only for a moment as though emphasizing the words and the promise she'd made. "And I'll stay awake all night." Dipper might have been determined to protect everyone in this town, even the entire world, but someone had to protect him, and she knew Mabel would do anything for him but with the two of them combined? Maybe they'd actually be able to. Her heart rate sped up exponentially as his hands traveled over her skin, thigh pulled higher over his hip. Even with the sun shining through her window as a reminder that they needed to get out of bed and start their days, Pacifica could not have cared less about that. She knew they couldn't stay here all day but for a little while longer? That was fine.

Pushing herself harder against him, the blonde was practically climbing on top of him as she kissed him back deeply, tongue sliding along his bottom lip before slipping inside of his mouth. There was no doubt in her mind that he meant it, that whatever this was that had grown between them was love because she couldn't imagine a feeling stronger than this. A soft moan left her lips as her hand moved to the back of his head, heat quickly ( expeditiously ) poured into her core, pussy clenching at the need she felt running through her veins. She moved her attention to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses over his skin down to his neck, tongue dragging over his skin, tasting the soft sheen of salt that covered it.

dipper hummed against the familiar warmth of her flesh, saying nothing as he pressed doting kisses to the ridge of her jaw, far too comfortable with the pulse of her heart beneath the thin skin just south of her ear. " okay , " her murmured, not believing her, knowing he wouldn't allow her to stay awake long enough to watch HIM sleep but not feeling the need to voice it. fingers kneaded the familiar warmth of her waist, etching hieroglyphics only he could decipher as he did so, teeth nipping at the lobe of her ear. " unless i tired you out enough to fall asleep first . . . "

his word were cut short by the pressing of her lips to his, warmth swelling in his chest as she did so, an almost child-like giddiness swelling between ribs as he grinned against the embrace. " i love you , " he echoed, meaning every syllable, feeling the words from his head to his toes as his touch wandered, grazing explorative fingers up the length of her spine as his other hand found the curve of her thigh, hoisting it higher above his hip bone. lips melded with hers, like they had been created for one another, tongue tracing the outline of her lower lip as he sank full into the embrace. " i love you , " he repeated against her mouth, more devoted this time around, etching vows into the skin of her back, kissing her with everything he had to offer.

[dreamersparacosm]

HII! austin tat is dry and looks so good bff. lmk if u wanna see a pic! i was hoping to get a blurb based of this prompt- ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ from fluff for austin!

speechless - austin butler

note ; bestie i think i speak for all the fans we NEED to see the tat expeditiously. this is a saga i must follow up on. pls update us with a picture <3 also love this prompt bc we love fluffy austin (my cuppycake gumdrop sweetie pie) also i apologize this got so long i fell into a literal black hole while writing it

warnings ; none except for like suggestive language at the end

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austin didn’t normally lose his train of thought. he didn’t usually find himself out of words to say, despite the shy traits of him that he acquired from his mother. he had always found things to say, even if they were conventionally wrong.

that all changed when he saw you in that red dress.

the wind had been knocked out of him, his stomach doing backflips as his grip on his champagne flute loosened enough for it to almost slip through his fingertips. his heart could be heard in his ears, blood rushing through his body at an increased speed. am i having a heart attack, he thought to himself idiotically. no, he was not, but his body and brain had convinced him otherwise.

your legs teased the outside world through the slit in your dress, your skin radiantly glowing as you spoke politely to the other guests. your lips, plump and pink, parted ever so slightly to speak. he was mesmerized, utterly speechless. if he was any ounce of a man, he would’ve waltzed right up to you and asked for your name. but, it was as if his mother had embodied him, his words no good anymore.

to think, he didn’t even want to be at the event. he had told his publicist earlier he would only stay for thirty minutes, to do his part. now, he couldn’t imagine leaving. he watched you from afar as you seemed to float above the crowd, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you would look in his direction.

but, you proceeded to speak to guest after guest, shaking hands with men that looked at you as if you were a delectable meal for the night. he turned around, looking for someone he could speak to so he wouldn’t appear to be a stalker. i am austin butler, he said to himself, i am successful.

no one in his line of sight seemed as interesting as you.

you had migrated to a different group, throwing your head back in laughter as you went along with the crowd’s jokes. he was trying to hide his interest, watching over the rim of his flute as he took another sip. and, just when he had thought all hope was lost, and that you would fade into another man’s arm tonight, you looked at him. it was one second, just enough for him to inhale the sharpest breath.

then, you did the unthinkable. you looked back at him.

fuck, fuck, fuck. what do i do? he tortured himself. somehow, everything escaped him. he settled for a feeble smile, and to his excitement, you returned it, raising your glass to him. he raised his as well, hoping that would be enough to beckon you over. he watched, heart thumping out of his chest, as you excused yourself from your conversation and began to make your way… towards him. he couldn’t even find enough air in the universe to breathe.

you weaved through the crowd, cheeks burning as you strolled up to him, as if you had been doing it your whole life. he thought he might pass away right there, and someone would have to scrape his body off the floor. he chugged the rest of his champagne, knowing he would probably need five more of those to make it through a conversation with you.

“hi,” you grinned at him, meeting his gentle eyes. “i’m [y/n]. i’m sorry, i don’t normally do this, but i saw you in that elvis movie and, honestly, i won’t lie, i’m a little starstruck right now.”

he was going to kiss baz luhrmann on the lips for casting him in that godforsaken film.

“u-uh, yeah, that’s me,” he smiled back at you, biting his lip as he normally did when he got anxious. “i’m austin. austin butler.”

you giggled, a harmony that made him almost melt to his knees. “right, yeah, i knew that. ‘cause, ya know, elvis and everything.”

“oh, yeah, of course,” he hoped he sounded nonchalant. “i’m sorry, i’m just really dumb.”

you laughed again, a real one, at that. he wondered why he even said that, but he just kept going, words falling from his lips. “this champagne sucks, doesn’t it?”

“worst i’ve ever tasted,” you agreed, eyes sparkling.

“won’t lie, though, i might need to get more to talk to you,” he finally found some kind of liquid courage, stuffed in between his dwindling dignity and his crippling anxiety.

you giggled, “that can’t be true. i’m sure you have girls come up to you all the time.”

“oh, god no,” he replied, and you laughed again as he realized he was basically admitting to you he hadn’t gotten laid in two years. “fuck, now i’m embarrassed.”

“no, no, don’t be,” you reassured. “i like the way you speak to me. finally, someone who isn’t staring at my boobs.”

“right,” he made a mental note to never, ever look at your plump, full breasts. a comfortable silence fell over you two, and it seemed as if you were hanging onto his next word. for some reason, he couldn’t spit out anything. he was too busy thinking of what color house you two would be living in one day.

“i —“

“i —“

“no, you first.”

“no, no, you first. i insist,” you continued to smile at him, pearly whites and all.

“right,” he scratched the nape of his neck, “honestly, i don’t think i was even going to say anything after that.”

you bit your lip, trying to contain the laughter. “oh, really?��

“really can’t speak today, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief, “must be how pretty you look.”

smooth, austin, smooth, he praised himself. and you chuckled once more, feeling a little bit like a schoolgirl with a crush. “stop, i don’t think so! you’re doing great,” you bashfully looked down at your feet, “and you look good too.”

“hey, this might be crazy, but would you wanna, like, get out of here and find some mcdonald’s?” he motioned towards the door, trying to read your face for any sort of inkling of what your answer would be. you wouldn’t have said no, but it was a possibility.

later, when all was said and done — he had already taken you to mcdonald’s and to your hotel, laying you down and lifting up your dress to nuzzle his face in between your thighs — he would remind himself to thank his publicist for making him go to the event.

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[kemakoshume]

drive-in movie date x haikyuu boyfriends [karasuno] ᵕ꒳ᵕ-☆

warnings ☆; 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ characters are of age. spicy. [daichi, suga, noya, tanaka, & asahi] fem/afab!reader

daichi:

actually would pay attention to the first 20% of the film. however, his hand is always on some part of your body. gripping your thigh, tracing figure-eights along your skin with the tips of his fingers, holding the nape of your neck to pull you into sweet kisses. he could tell you were at the edge of your seat waiting for him to just touch you already since you pulled into the lot, but nah, he'd make you wait. when he finally can't take it anymore once you start sucking little marks all over the side of his neck he'd make you transition stealthily to the back. he's highkey the type to eat you out during the whole middle section of the film, wanting to make sure you walk away from that night knowing that your pleasure is his priority. you'd get so turned on from his constant praise and how blissful he looks between your legs that you'd give him the best (and i do mean the BEST) sloppy toppy he's ever received in his entire life. the only reason you don't have sex sex is because he's parked a little too close to the ticketmaster's office for comfort, and there is someone in there. no car shaking for you but RIP your headboard once you're back home.

sugawara:

wouldn't give a FUCK. he's hopping into the middle seat in the back of his car expeditiously and taking you with him. pushing the front and passenger seat up at an angle so you have just enough space to lean your body over the center console and spread yourself open for him. you'd reverse cowboy his ass into the sunset. he'd get so turned on watching you bounce on his cock, taking all the control, that he'd start fucking into you with the tiny amount of leverage available in such a small space. the car next to you is full of stoners, they take videos of your car shaking but, aha, your windows are tinted.

asahi –

my sweet, special, sexy man. he's the makeout type. he'd hold your hand and tell you random facts he found on IMDB while researching the movie before your date. he'd hold your hand over the center console and pointedly ignore how his dick keeps twitching in his pants because holy SHIT your boobs look so good in that dress he bought you. what part of heaven did you descend from, you sexy goddess of a woman? he'd order concession stand snacks and catch popcorn in his mouth that you toss at him. he'd do the same to you with little candy treats and about 30% of them would end up in your bra. having to open the car door to shake them out and hearing a chorus of moans coming from the cracked windows of other cars would make you both die laughing. you'd make it through the whole movie with only a hickey and big ass smile on your face to show for it. it would be a night you'd remember for a long time.

noya –

that boy is grabbing a titty. idc if you have on a god damn turtle neck, your tits are going to find their way into that man's mouth. i don't make the rules. mommy kink who? titty sucking until you physically need his dick in you, where? who said that?

tanaka –

oh bestie you'd make it maybe, MAYBE, five minutes into the movie before he had his hand down your (metaphorical) pants. i could totally see tanaka being the edging type. he'd hyke up your skirt (because yeah, you knew this was going to happen, jeans weren't an option) and rub slow circles around your clit. everytime you closed your eyes for too long he'd stop, fisting the back of your hair and leaning over to whisper "pay attention baby or you'll miss the good part" into your ear because you're having trouble focusing (obviously). he wouldn't push for you to finish him off once you'd cum but you'd do it anyway. he'd be straining so hard against his jeans at that point it'd be cruel not to let him relieve himself. the ticket person totally notices the cum on your shirt when you're scanning your way out

[ushidoux]

Inversion Therapy aka a rushed and self-indulgent piece I wrote because my back hurts and I want my back blown out mhmm (~1.2k words)

NSFW, female parts

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“What’s wrong?”

Despite the fact that Ushijima naturally had an imposing presence - it’s hard to not notice him in a crowd - his footsteps are unexpectedly quiet which meant you hadn’t exactly noticed that he had entered the room. Your back was turned as you curled up in bed in a partially relaxed fetal position and his direct question, delivered in his typical rumbling baritone, ended up startling you.

“T-toshi?” You turned slowly to face him, trying to ignore the mild diffuse pain in your lower spine, the same pain that had a tendency to flare up with your periods although it had not yet officially started.

He stood on the side of the bed, watching you like a hawk, a slight downturn of his lips forming as he noticed the slight upturn of your eyebrows in distress.

“What hurts?” He rephrased, his voice a little bit softer as he eased himself into the bed besides you, carefully caressing the side of your face. 

“I.. my back, I think I pulled it or something yesterday? I’m not sure… ”

His hand shifted from your face to the small of your back beneath your nightshirt, rubbing softly. 

“Here?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you appreciated his touch. “It feels… tight right there, like I need to stretch but I can’t seem to get it to feel normal again.”

“Hm.”

He shifted to his knees, pushing you ever so slowly onto your belly, adjusting the soft pillow for you to rest your face on. Despite his palms rough with calluses, he was careful to touch your skin gently, pressing softly from the midline outwards repeatedly. 

“Does that feel better at all?”

You shook your head sadly no, and he frowned, kissing the small of your back, then straightening your legs.

“Relax a bit,” he murmured, kneading again at the same spots, just lateral to your spine, rubbing in soft circles to knead the muscles carefully. While his touch did help distract from the pain - he was so kind and diligent - something still felt wrong.

A silly thought came to mind.

Without moving or interrupting his movements, you called his name.

“Toshi?”

“Mm?” He murmured, his hands slowing and leaning over to kiss your neck.

“Do you think we can try-” you paused, knowing it sounded silly, but going for it anyway, “gravity?”

“Gravity?” he repeatedly, more question than statement.

You rolled over slowly, the sensation between throbbing and tightening in your back still ever-present. When you glanced up at him again, his eyebrows were raised, and it was funny enough how ridiculous what you were about to ask him to do would sound that you stifled a laugh. 

His look of confusion only intensified more as you shifted up to a sitting position. You took his hand, rubbing his palm with your thumb, a silly smile on your face.

“Can you hang me upside down?”

“What?” The way his eyebrows furrowed, it looked like his worry about your health was starting to worsen. “Do you want to see a doctor? You’re not making any sense.”

His hand was already slipping out of yours to get up and presumably call a hospital before you reached out to hold onto his arm with a whine.

“Just trust me I think it’ll help, and you’re my big, strong baby, right?” You pressed, holding tightly onto his bicep. You knew exactly the words to appeal to him, and the fact that you were using the doe eyes he loved so very much only helped.

“Fine.”

In moments, you’d gone from lying across the bed, flat on your belly and receiving a nice, relaxing massage to hanging by the ankles by your unnecessarily strong and tall boyfriend, and as the blood slowly began to rush to your head and the pressure on your spine decreased, you’d started to wonder why you hadn’t suggested this earlier.

“Baby, is this safe?”

“It’s inversion therapy,” you called back, your voice straining a little bit, but still with delight.

It’d been about a minute since you’d started hanging, and you were too busy sighing in satisfaction to acknowledge that this required a significant amount of upper body strength to maintain. But thankfully, he wasn’t concerned so much about that part, he was plenty capable, but rather the fact that you had grown quieter as seconds passed and he was worried you would pass out.

For you though, it was really just bliss to feel relief.

What you didn’t realize was that the moment he watched your shirt fall to reveal your bare breasts and the wide and soft shorts you were wearing fell aside to give him more of a glimpse of one of his favorite parts of you, he’d started to feel something less like the bliss you were feeling and a lot more like an anxious hunger.  

While your pain dissipated, the swell in his pants was starting to grow.

“Can I put you down?” He murmured suddenly, a mild discomfort in his voice.

He must have been getting hornier by the second because he found himself staring a little bit closer at the glimpse of your pussy lips he was getting from this view, and suddenly it wasn’t just a swell he was feeling down there, he was more than a little hard.

“If your arms are tired, it’s fine, baby, I don’t mind,” you replied back, none the wiser even though you were hoping he’d keep you like this just a little bit longer. His arms were rock steady, after all, so you weren’t exactly convinced he was tired.

How much longer could he stand, he wondered, watching the drop of your breasts like this without the ability to touch them? 

He took a step back to which you let out a squeak of protest.

“I’m just taking a seat, I’m not putting you down,” he communicated.

You hummed assent, and he sat at the edge of the bed, keeping his shoulders level so that your head wasn’t at risk of touching the ground.

A full minute passed and Ushijima was starting to sweat, until he suddenly broke.

“I.. think I’m done.”

Before you could reply ‘okay’, he was lifting you, anchoring your knees over his broad shoulders and readjusting you so that the upper half of you was flush against his belly held tightly with one arm, your cunt directly in his face - 

And you gasped, as he inhaled your scent, then pulled the fabric away from your slit as naturally as unwrapping a present before pressing his lips against your cunt.

The hot breath left a shudder down your spine, electrifying your senses and a soft curse left your throat followed by another quick gasp as he drew his tongue, wet and thick against your soft folds.

He paused.

“Is this okay? Does this hurt too much?”

Your head was spinning, but not because of the inversion at all, and now the blood was going back quite expeditiously from your cranium to your cunny.

“P-please continue.”

He did so with gusto, licking between folds, swishing against your clit and dipping into you while keeping your body flush against him. Between shudders, you found yourself reaching for his shirt, pulling up so that you could do something with your own mouth, but the waves of pleasure coursing through you with every stroke of the tongue was too much to allow you to concentrate.

“It… feels so good,” you moaned.

“You taste so good, my love,” he whispered back, again breathily, the air itself hitting your sensitive clit in wisps.

His hand clenched around the fat of an ass cheek as he devoured you and you came once, maybe twice, and all too quickly you forgot all about the back pain.