#ok GOOD NIGHT i'm going home and going back to bed lol

[bright-haired-teacher]

omg so they do a little staff highlight in a weekly newsletter for all staff and the fun fact about this week's person? they graduated from this school in 2020.

[banquetwriter]

CAN YOU DO some johnnie smut with morning sex PLEASE

that would be so hot

୨୧ glory filled mornings ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ SMUT, unedited, wrote this when i had a fever so it doesn’t make sense lol

summary: ʚ johnnie wakes up with an embarrassing situation ɞ

Words: idk lol

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An: i’m so sorry u have been absent i’ve genuinely been going through the ringer and i promise i’m making my way through these requests!! also i will rewrite this at some point haha

It wasn't often that Johnnie indulged in hookups. Sure every so once in a while a pretty girl and him would leave a bar together. Nothing was ever that serious with him. He has been on a few dates but nothing ever went anywhere.

This was different. He had to admit you had piqued his interest since he met you at a party. Then again the next week he saw you again. You were one of Corry and Jake’s friends from their traphouse days.

You were so fucking pretty. The way you laughed at almost all of his jokes, even if they weren't funny. When you would lean in to make sure you heard everything he wanted to say. The way you would trace his tattoos whenever he would show you one of them. That's what led the two of you to cuddle in an Uber home.

The two of you drunkenly cuddled on your couch before you kicked him to your bed. Refusing to let a guest sleep on the couch. That's how he woke up to his head pounding and an unfortunate boner.

He felt the familiar feeling and looked down, revealing a small tent in his boxers. Probably from sleeping in a pretty girl's bed all night. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself.

He rubs his face with his hands as you suddenly enter the room. He quickly covers his body back up with your duvet. “Heyy good morning sleepy head,” you said smiling. You had a medicine bottle and a glass of water in your hands. “H-hey,” he said, feeling his heart beating out of his chest.

“Ugh god my head hurts so bad, I took some Tylenol and I hope that helps.” you absentmindedly said setting the bottle and water down on your bedside table. The pressure of the blanket pressing on his core was definitely not helping his boner, the sight of your short Beetlejuice sleep shorts was also not helping.

Your skin looked so damn soft, the pudge of your thighs spilling out as you sat down on the bed next to him. You were on your phone not even looking at him. It was truly embarrassing just how much his damn brain was fixated on you.

You hugged your knees to your chest scrolling around on your phone. Softly chewing on your nails, you notice that Johnnie has been staring at you for a prolonged amount of time. You lifted your head from your Doordash app to look at him.

He looked flushed, he had ripped his shirt off in the middle of the night so you could see how red his chest was. You quirked your head at him “Dude Johnnie you ok?” you ask, trying not to laugh a little.

“Um yeah I'm fine-” he muttered, scratching his head, his rings and necklaces clinking together. “Dude, tell me what's going on. You didn't blow chunks in my room did you?” you say with a disgusted face.

“No! No- I swear I didn't-” he said sitting up more. Unfortunately, he was cut off by your eyes dropping to his waist. When he sat up the blanket got just a little too low. Johnnie’s raging boner peeking through his skinny jeans was now in full view.

His eyes shoot up back at your face. He couldn't discern your facial expression at all. Your eyes were slightly wide but you didn't look disgusted or horrified or even mildly embarrassed.

Johnnie sure did. He felt like he was gonna die. Right there, right then, with a fat boner in a pretty girl's bedroom. His brain was slowly shutting down from anxiety. Unable to form an apology. Or any thoughts for that matter.

You felt a rush of confidence surge through your body as you stared at the raven-haired boy. “Oh?” you asked, turning your phone off, leaning forward getting closer to Johnnie.

He was surely having an aneurysm. Or maybe he was still drunk and this was just a bad dream. He could almost feel the heat radiating off of your skin. It was going to set him on fire. His head was pounding and he was tired, but at the same time, he hadn't ever felt more awake than he does now.

“I-I'm so sorry. I'm not trying to be some fucking creep. It just happens sometimes I promise it has nothing to do with you.” he stuttered putting his hand in between you and himself.

That was half true. Sometimes morning wood just happens for no reason, the untrue half was that it had NOTHING to do with you. Maybe Johnnie dreamt of you last night, maybe he didn't. All he knows is the scent of you was enough to drive him up the fucking walls.

“Awww really?” you asked in a fiend sad voice. You placed your right hand on one side of his body moving you closer to him. He felt like squealing or squirming or maybe both. This was a horrible situation to be in.

“Yes, I'm so sorry I will leave.” he prefaced trying to pin his body down onto the mattress as you moved closer to him. “There's no need for that, you said it yourself it's perfectly natural. You don't need to be embarrassed.” you purred out. Johnnie's skin was on fire, he could have cried from how hard he was in his jeans.

“I promise it's not about you,” he whispers, trying to save face. “It's not? You don't think I'm pretty Johnnie?” you ask with a pout. You continued to climb up the bed. Your body was so close to his now. Your arms were on either side of his head.

“No! It's not that I think you are beautiful-” he almost shouted at you. “Oh, you think I'm beautiful?” you whispered as you hovered over his neck. He let out a shaky breath as he watched your head dip down to his neck.

He felt like could explode as you slowly started to kiss up his neck. “This ok?” you murmured against his skin, your voice tickling his flesh. “Mhm!” he borderline whimpered out feeling your tongue and teeth grazing his hot skin.

You moved your legs to mimic your arms moving on either side of his body. Your body was on top of his, feeling his boner through his pants. It sends waves of heat to your core. Pressing your clothes clit on his hard-on slowly starting to rub up and down.

It was painful how hard he was. “Fuck please, let me take my pants off.” he moaned out his hands slinking up to your waist and under his shirt. You were quick to take his hands off of you and hold them above next to his head.

He whined out as your display of dominance, bucked his hips up into you. “Keep your hands there,” you whispered while sitting up. All of your weight was now on his crotch. The pressure sent him spinning. You slowly slid your hands on your body taking your shirt off.

He gasped looking at you. He never went after looks always personality but fuck you were so perfect for him. It was hard listening to your instructions. He wanted to grip your sides as you bounced up and down on him.

But he stayed put. You slowly pulled your shorts off as well, it's not like they left much to the imagination. Your dark panties found their way to his body again grinding down on him. His mound pressing into you. “Let me take my fucking pants off,” he whined, lifting his head a little bit.

“God, you are so impatient,” you murmur moving your head down, he sucked in with clenched teeth as you slowly started to pepper kisses along his chest. “Ah fuck.” he whined bucking his hips against you.

“Shush,” you whispered, you continued to suck and pull at his chest skin adorning his body with hickies that matched the ones on his neck. He threw his head back trying to feel any sort of release or pressure.

“Mm, fuck.” He whimpered again he squirmed more under you, his slim waist flexing beautifully. “Johnnie?” you asked moving up above him leaving his marked chest alone for now.

“Yeah?” He panted out, his head still feeling like a jackhammer was bouncing around his brain. “Take your pants off,” you whispered. Your voice was so quiet he didn't hear you at first. A pause between the two of you capturing desperation.

Once the words finally filled his brain he scooted away from you and off the bed hastily ripping the belt he had been wearing off. You flipped on your back, head hitting the pillow.

You hooked your fingers around your panties to pull them down. “No! Don't, I want to.” Johnnie said, holding his hand out. You smirked at him feeling your panties sticking to your body.

He fiddled with his jean button before finally being able to undo it. He yanked his pants and boxers down, his cock springing up and hitting his chest. He crawled up the bed, staring down at you.

You were breathing deeply, gazing into his eyes. Johnnie grabs the blanket, dropping it over himself. His hands find their way to your sides slowly caressing up and down. His head ducked down to your neck.

He returns the favor of the hickies nipping at your skin. Your nails find their way to his hair, scraping his scalp and encouraging him to continue. You moaned out slightly at the contact.

His arms moved to either side of your head, his back flexing to reach every part of you. This time your hips moved up to meet him. “Who is the impatient one now? Huh?” he asked, you could feel the smirk on his lips.

“It's still you.” you teased him, slowly grabbing a fistful of his hair. He whined slightly as you pulled him away from your neck. His dick was resting on top of your stomach. “Johnnie, I need you,” you stated slowly. “I need you to fuck me,” you said, your voice dripping dominance.

Johnnie couldn't help but obey. “Fuck yeah, ok,” he muttered sitting on his knees and moving his hands towards your sides. Finally pulling your panties from your dripping cunt. You spread your legs open for him, his hands pressing against your thigh to stabilize himself.

Hu pumped his cock a few times before lining himself in your entrance. He slowly pushed into you, whimpering feeling your tight walls around him. He leaned down, capturing your lips. He slowly pulled out of you and snapped his hips back in. You whimpered against him.

Your nails found his back, he slowly started to pump faster and faster inside you. You moaned against his mouth scratching down his back. Your long acrylic nails surely leave him bleeding.

He moans into your mouth as he starts to approach his climax. “Fuck fuck I can't hold on for much longer,” he whines. “Keep going, I'm so close,” you whine back to him. He grips the pillows behind your head as his hips snap against yours.

The coil snaps as your walls flutter around his member. Your eyes roll back as you mewl out for him. Your orgasm washes over you like a powerful wave, you squeezed him so tight you pulled his orgasm out of him.

His hips stuttered for a second before continuing to pump in and out of you as white ropes shot to your core. After a few seconds, he stood still before removing himself from you.

You feel him drop to your chest bringing the blanket up over himself and holding you. He snuggled his head into your chest not wanting this moment to be over.

Eventually, it had to be. So to Johnnie’s dismay, he rolled over on the other side of your bed. You giggle as he lets out a dramatic huff. “Mmm fuck.” he mumbles his headache returning. You rolled over as well smiling down at him.

“We should go shower now,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. “Mm later,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

The two of you sat with one another for a while. Just resting, tracing his tattoos. Eventually you moved to the bathroom, turning the warm water on. You stepped in letting the water heat your body.

The shower door opened and you turned around to see Johnnie stepping in after you.

[leondickrider]

relationship headcanons | leon s kennedy x gn!reader

💭 . . . hiii, so i moved to this account from my old account @movedoopsie so this an updated version of both of my old relationship headcanons posts and nsfw post (with some new bonus headcanons hehe) (‘. • ᵕ •. `)

before reading: fluff, suggestive, nsfw marked, some are sad bc i love making leon suffer ₍ᐡ｡っ ̫-｡ᐡ₎ not proofread | warnings: cursing, substance abuse mentioned | wc 2.1k

love with him kinda gives me and your mama by childish gambino but very much guns and roses by lana del rey 🎀

ONE THING I FORGOT TO MENTION IN MY ORIGINAL POSTS: television heaven by lana del rey is so re2make leon coded !!!! and maybe perhaps starry eyed... just maybe...

it's canon that he listens to rock (refer to re2r opening) but I'm sure he would listen to alternative and hip hop

btw, to the spotify playlist makers, he would never listen to mother mother he is quite literally born in the 70s

also i doubt he would actually listen to lana del rey, but if he did he would listen to ultraviolence ₍ᐢ.”⚇.”ᐢ₎

when he's frustrated, he'll mutter curses under his breath like it's so sexy and hot and pussy soddening or dick hardening (I don't have a dick idk how it works)

he loves when you wear long, flowy dresses or shirts, especially if they are in white. if you get it you get it

he would like white clothes on you since white typically represents like purity and cleanliness. and with all the stuff he's been through and it's just comforting

his favorite colors are blue and green tho

he's a good kisser 10/10

leon definitely replies with the driest things ever over text. like you could say "hey baby I love you <3 be careful at work" and he'll say "Ok love you." and he uses the period too

also replies with 👍, 👎, 😀 and 😍

when you are both going to sleep at the same time, he will scratch your back out of habit, even if he falls asleep you will feel his hand making circular motions on your back

he's the lightest sleeper ever. he wakes up if you shift in bed too fast, if you make any unusual sound, literally wakes up so easily and this leads to him being very sleepy :(

he would want 2 kids so they aren't lonely. he wouldn't ever want his kids to feel the loneliness he felt as an orphan

he's a girl dad but if he had a son then you already know that kid is going to be a carbon copy of his dad

sometimes he comes home really drunk and he leans all over you, kissing you all over and saying how much he loves you and stuff and then he cries and then falls asleep

when he goes fishing or hunting or camping he always drags you along for it even if you complain

he looks like he goes camping like every season as the vacation he so desperately asks for 24/7

he doesn't understand text abbreviations. he's like a victorian child. he says "LOL" and doesn't even know what it means. "leon I'm feeling really sick, bring me some soup please" "Ok LOL."

he also replies really slowly to texts sometimes, it's not even on purpose he is just has no clue how to iphone

during missions, he has those cute lil kitten sneezes (like in re4r) but at home this man forces them to be obnoxiously loud because it always makes you giggle

and his hearts melts a little every time you giggle. your laughter is like his favorite sound in the whole wide world

he gets home at unholy hours of the night usually, so he usually just goes to the bedroom, gives you a kiss on your forehead or cheek while you're asleep and takes a quick shower before sleeping

however on nights where you wait for him to get home he is taken by surprise when you fling yourself into his arms when he enters

when be walks in he'll be like "sono a casa..." really quietly

yeah he learned a little italian bc he's like a mafioso son basically so he decided "why not just learn italian and make my girlfriend swoon over it?" il mio king

he's incredibly insecure in relationships. he thinks you deserve better than him, somebody who can be there for you without fail and isn't heavily traumatized

when you're sick he will literally do everything for you, he doesn't let you do anything until you're better

even when you aren't sick he does everything, he justa bit more lenient

hero complex ofc, he loves being there to 'save you' even if it's just helping you get something off the top shelf or helping you zip up a dress or a shirt

always puts his bed by you in minecraft even tho he has no idea how to play :3

also, loves bear hugging you. but he also does those hugs where he lifts you up completely and spins you around a little

if you where in raccoon city with him he would do the spinning hug the second you were finally safe

when he's feeling really affectionate (usually when he's a lil tipsy) he'll tell you things like "sei tutto il mio mondo" and "sei la metà della mia mela" (this is so cute if you also love apples)

he's a heavyweight this man can handle his alcohol, so if you get drunk easy like me, then yea he's def got you covered

doesn't let anybody he doesn't trust near you when you're drunk

also, even when he's drunk he's very protective. he's actually more protective

he is really good at comforting you when you need it but often pushes you away when you need it :(

sometime he will disappear for long periods of times. and he cuts off all contact. but eventually you will get a call from somebody like chris, claire, etc. that leon was drinking and they were bringing him home

he goes through cycles of highs where he stops drinking and lows where he drinks excessively (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

sometimes he'll send you random selfies when he gets service or random texts like "Hi." and tbh it scared the shit out of you to just get a random Hi when he's in the middle of like the desert a few times

he isn't really good with physical affection, he'll give you awkward hugs and hold your hands but he's just very awkward in general so...

but if we're talking cute re2make leon then omfg hugs 24/7 he will not keep his hands off you

he isn't really into pda bc he's shy about it, he will hold your hand and maybe give you an awkward side hug but that's really it unless it's one of those special occasions lmfao

this is kind of random but when he's alone he likes to look at old pictures of you both and just reminisce on the past ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

re2make leon the typa guy to play just dance with you

maybe re4make if he's in love enough (he is)

his style is actually really good so he ALWAYS looks so good next to you (refer to casual leon model) 🐩

he sings in the shower sometimes

he likes to take showers with you since it's relaxing when you wash his hair since you have like soft hands and not his big thick meaty manly leather beefy hands

falls asleep with light piano music and rain audios in the background 😭

his instagram is basically a fanpage for you. always appreciating you!! "My s/o took this." "Date night night with s/o." "Imagine not having the prettiest bestest amazingest s/o ever."

he and ada are mutuals, this is his revenge for ghosting him lol

takes you on picnic dates a lot

for people with periods, he is like so good with helping you woth getting tampons/pads, getting medicine, etc etc

his ideal house with you would be one of those stereotypical white american family suburb houses (he's so american i'll never let him live down calling luis 'lewis' 😭)

he pledge allegiance to the flag he is a PATRIOT🇺🇸

he spoils the hell out of you !!!! you look at a dress twice? magically in your closet the next day. you look at a pretty necklace that costs more than a car? he already got it

government paycheck

when he was 21 he dreamed of having a really normal life with you. a normal house, normal cars, 2 kids, a dog, all these other totally normal things

he does not get the normal life lol

nsfw

he is very territorial, he definitely marks you up in spots that are very visible and harder to hide

he isn't really picky about what lingerie you wear but if you wear white sets with little blue or pink ribbons then you got your work cut out for you

he's very romantic during sex. on anniversaries he'll even get rose petals and candles in you're into that kinda stuff lol

had to buy a whole different phone just for videos/photos of you both because his phone has a ton of work things and he didn't want to risk accidentally sending the wrong picture to the wrong person

when he gets back from missions that were very stressful and got him pent up then sex is way rougher than usual

he is definitely into worshipping your body. he'll tell you how beautiful you are and kiss every inch if your skin that he can

sometime he'll also say some italian things to you while you do the deed like "sei molto bella"

when he's horny he'll tell you "mi ecciti così tanto"

although, italian bedroom talk is kinda cringe sometimes so he usually sticks to english

he is definitely very experienced, he's been with several women, usually one night stands. but we do also know he had a girlfriend before resi 2 so there's that

he would prefer sex stays in the bedroom, or the house at least

he probably gets pleasure from making you get pleasure. like just from eating you out he will... yea

as i said before, territorial 😊

one of his sexual fantasies is fucking you while he's on a mission but he probably wouldn't want to take that risk bc like zombies

it's not rare to have quickies in the mornings

he's big like maybe 6 or 7 inches? he may not have a könig bulge but he's absolutely packing

dirty talk. says things like "y'like that princess?" "that feel good?" "i know you like it baby" "you feel so girl pretty girl" "look at me lovie" when you close ur eyes

man is a freak (refer to THAT clip from death island)

however, sex with him is usually really vanilla simply because he is too tired from all these missions to be doing all that

when it's not vanilla he's a switch simply bc I know it. he'll let you take the reins from time to time, but he is always the one in control if we're being fr

also i'm pretty sure he's top leaning because like... the shit he's been through?? he'd want a little control over something and having control in bed makes him feel really powerful

he still likes to bottom tho lol

he also calls u mommy or daddy or master or mistress if u a freaky freak lol

loves brat taming!!!!!

he likes to hold your hand while having sex

enjoys morning sex lots, especially the morning after he returns from a mission. he's too exhausted the night of returning, so he wakes up early and fucks you

love love loves missionary bc he gets to look at your face and he can just look down to see him yk thrusting (goodbye i hate this word)

i will say tho sometimes he will say the most outlandish things like "i wanna pump so many babies into you that we repopulate raccoon city" but it's ok bc it's leon

loves white sets on you (refer to 8)

sooo good with after care!!! if you need something he will do it or get it. want a snack? he's grabbing it. want a nice warm bubble bath? he's running the water and grabbing the soap for bubbles

spoils you with aftercare tbh.... after him you really cannot ever get better aftercare

very vocal, lots of whimpers and whines coming from him

really good with his hands, I mean look at the way he handles guns. i'm sure his hands come in handy in more ways than just flipping a gun around

amazing with his tongue and mouth as well 🎀

he love love loves when u sit on his face !!!

when you give him head he likes to rub your scalp and he makes the most attractive noises ever

he owns a couple toys. he def owns a vibrator and a pair of handcuffs

he probably has no preference to if you're shaved or not when he's older

but when he's younger he prefers it shaved or trimmed cuz he lives between your legs and it gets a bit annoying getting hair in his mouth 😭

(i'm sorry if all the nsfw seems aimed towards afab people, I literally have no idea how to write for amab but i'm trying to spoil everybody...)

౨ৎ translations "sono a casa" i'm home; "il mio [re]" my king; "sei tutto il mio mondo" you are my whole world; "sei la metà della mia mela" you are half of my apple; "sei molto bella" you're very beautiful; "mi eciti così tanto" you're turning me on | please correct me if any of this is wrong since i rarely speak to my italian friends and family and i don't say these things to them. i had to research :)

reblogs and replies appreciated always <3

leon kennedy masterlist

[yorshie]

Hello! How are you? I hope you are doing well

Could you please do some Headcanons for tmnt (bayverse) x reader who has a huge problem with overheating? Like. Huge problem. Gets lightheaded, can’t sleep on “too warm” beds or places, Sometimes needs to lie on the cold ground or have ice packs on their face, legs, basically their whole self as an attempt of trying to cool down? And when they find out the boys skin is actually quite chilly they get more affectionate? Handsy? Of course w their consent, Legs get laced together, resting on their lap more often, both have crushes going on but reader is so bothered by how hot their skin is, all of the anxiety/bashfulness of approaching them is throw out of the window, and since winter is coming and the boys are coldblooded, a personal heater would be most welcomed (honestly a fair trade for everybody lol)

Hope that makes sense? (Honestly today is really bothering me cuz I’ve already used 3 ice packs and nothing is working 😭 i feel my face and legs are on fire and it’s so bothersome. I need some reassurance from some chilly boys fr) thank you and have a good day

Hello! I'm doing good, I hope you are doing better! I've been thinking about this ask for quite a bit, because I couldn't decide how exactly I was going to handle the turtles body heat, but I was totally enamored of imagining them being slightly cooler to reader's body heat, even though they do produce their own. Endothermic vs Ectothermic arguments went round and round, til I finally decided I was thinking about it waaaaayyyyy too deeply lol. So, thank you so much for sending this in, because it helped me Answer Some Questions for my personal writing lol. Going with the bayverse turtles run cooler than the average human body temp, but that they can withstand a range of temperatures because they still generate their own heat. So without further ado!

Bayverse turtles x GN reader, SFW - headcanons for nonspecific turtle

as always turtles are 24-25 in my writing

the first time he catches you lying on the floor in your home, surrounded by ziploc baggies of ice and an ice pack balanced on your nose, he almost snapped a picture at how goofy it looked. Then he noticed how red your skin was, how miserable you seemed, and he decided maybe it'd be better to check and see if you were ok

Upon finding out that, no, this was normal for you, that you were burning up despite how freezing cold your living room was, a small voice in the back of his head immediately reminded him that he ran COLD. He ignored it all through swapping your baggies out with fresh ice, of watching you roll to a new spot on the floor to find a new cool spot before his traitorous mouth opens up and he hears words that sound eerily like his own voice before he can reel the offer back in.

At first, you don't believe him. He's being sweet, sure, but the thought of touching or cuddling someone right now makes you want to commit murder. It takes him reaching out abruptly and placing his palm against your uncovered stomach for the fact to sink in that... oh my GOD HE"S COLD.

From that moment on, he is the designated cuddle buddy. In a pinch you'll make due with one of his brothers if you can convince them to stay still, but the first time he caught you draped over one of their shells you got the stink eye for three days straight, and when it came time for you to ask him once more to help you ended up being held more like a teddy bear.

Most of the time though, you sprawl across him on movie nights, cheek to his plastron, trying in vain to beat down blooming feelings when he rests his large, cool hands against your back and twines your legs together. Once or twice you're even embarrassed over it when it happens in front of his brothers, but at this point they just act like its normal. Just know, though, that your turtle has gotten ribbed over it privately, and there's a betting pool they've got going behind the two of yours' backs.

Come winter, you notice it's not just your turtle that's creeping in to cuddle now. With the weather turning, it seems the other three have realized that while they are a walking, talking ice pack for you, you are in fact a walking, talking furnace for them. Your turtle is definitely in the middle of the huddle, but don't be surprised to find yourself in the middle of a turtle pile anytime you come over. Don't worry, you're not the only human that gets wrangled into this. One time you got yoinked into the pile trying to coax your turtle out for some one on one cuddles and you found both Casey and April in the middle of the pile, both slightly squashed and unhappy about their turtle kidnapping.

All and all it's a revolving door of seeking each other out for heat and/or for cold, I'd give the betting pool a max of four months before it's being cashed out.

[ktsumu]

Idk what that other ask was asking for specifically but I would love you to share some SunaRin thoughts?

yes of course :3 here are some suna thoughts i’ve had as of late

sfw:

he documents a lot of your relationship — there’s an album in his phone for just you, and one for the both of you. one for just you because sometimes that’s all he wants to look at, one for the both of you because sometimes he can’t believe you’re his and he needs to have a wake up call

another reason he loves photo documentation is because it, in a way, immortalizes you both and it means a lot to him :3 i think he’s a very subtle guy too so you don’t really know these albums exist for a while

half of his phone storage is taken up because of you

has those couples widgets on his home screen but he likes the ones where you draw pictures back n forth ;^)

when you move into his place he lets you do whatever you want to it, very much ‘i want this to be your space too’ vibes

i feel like he carries things for you in his pocket / on his wrist when you go out, like a hair tie or anything else you tell him to

rubs your back when you can't sleep T^T this is self indulgent i don't care actually

also he loves movie nights / couch naps, like if you call for him and you can't immediately see him he's passed out on the couch 90% of the time

love of the couch is expanded upon slightly under the cut lol

i feel like he's a pretty good cook in the sense of very simple meals. like he takes something simple and spices it up with tricks that osamu taught him and is very proud of it. please kiss the cook

okay nsfw is under the cut if you wanted those thoughts too!!

nsfw:

was born to eat pussy

god put man on earth and said 'one of thy descendants will be suna rintaro. he shall be the chosen one'

great in bed in general, but heavy focus on the head game. the type to crave eating you out and do it for as long as you'll let him — he just rests his head against your thigh, laid on his stomach between your legs, and lazily eats you out til you push his head away (����ᯅ𖦹) i need him holy sh

licks his chin and lips after too because yeah.

favourite position i personally think is literally whatever you find is the best for u. like whatever YOU say gives you the best comfort/stimulation, is what he's gonna opt for

but, that being said, i think he loves cowgirl and lazy, modified doggy positions (like leapfrog, loves to add a pillow under your hips)

anything with you on top too because suna, laid back with one arm bent and relaxed behind his head, watching you ride him with your hands on his chest? he'd see the light i'm afraid

BUT but he can also be a big missionary enjoyer because i think he loves lazy, lovey morning sex and even more so when you start it really casually like....it gets to him ok

couch sex. he loves how intimate it feels and really fucks with it. won't elaborate a ton but it's common in your guys' domain

not a grunter not a moaner, a groaner ♡

breathing gets a quicker when he's close, it's his tell LOL

talks you through it. he does i don't care. he's so sweet, but also he doesn't completely 'overload' you or overdo it, lets you cum on your own and enjoy the high but he just ... guides you through it with little bits of encouragement <3 a dream he is

sunarin my husband i love you

[seredelgi]

Sweet Punishment- pt.2

fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin

pairing: Dom!Levi Ackerman x Sub!Fem!Reader, Levi Ackerman x You

summary: After Eren gets entrusted to Levi, you have a hard time adjusting to his late shifts and his change of behavior. You miss his touch and you miss the sex, but you want to be a good girl for him, so you try your hardest to repress your urges, until he busts you.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: dom!levi, dom!levi, sub!reader, smut, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, vulgar language, brief choking, degradation, dry humping (even though it's not very dry, if u know what i mean), praise kink, just a tiny bit, spit kink, I'm so sorry, but he turns me insane NO SPOILERS

word count: 3.5 k

a/n: ok so this was born bc I'm so not done with this man, and also I had a need to depict smut with him in that freaking white tee he's got on in s3 so yeah, enjoy.

Part 1

He’s been so stressed out lately. Things have changed a lot since Eren has turned out to be a Titan Shifter and has been entrusted to him. Levi comes back home so much later, so much more tired than he used to. You miss him like crazy, but you don’t wanna be a burden, too. He’s got so much in his mind, the last thing he needs is you acting like a baby and demanding more time from him.

This is what you get for being a soldier’s woman, after all. You knew this was part of it, you were already lucky enough to be with him regardless of his position. When you two met years ago he was cold, he was indifferent. It took months for him to admit that it was a facade, put up so that he wouldn’t get too attached. He ended up catching feelings anyway, and at that point, it was “better to keep you close and be able to protect you”- in his own words.

He likes his job. You know it and try to respect it, but you feel him slipping away recently, you feel him so distant and you really need him to make you feel loved. You miss his touch, his kisses, you miss being fucked. It’s been a while since you two last had sex, and being that the last time you tried to pleasure yourself you got taught a lesson, you were practically abstinent in every way. You spent endless days thinking about him, and you dreamed about sex practically every night.

But you can’t think to burden him with your flimsy desires when he’s got the fate of your people dawning down on his shoulders.

When he opens the door of the room that late evening he looks no different than he has in the last few weeks: cold, distant, absolutely worn out. He’s just got out of the shower, and he’s got that long-sleeved white t-shirt on that you love so much, but his black uniform trousers remind you that right now he doesn’t belong to you. You can see it in his eyes, two dark slits, probably still reliving the events of that day.

You’re on your bed, reading a new book as you wait for the oven alarm to go off. You’re starving, and by the looks of it, he is too.

He drags himself onto the bed, and you take a look at him while he takes hold of your book by the spine and closes it shut with one hand, putting it aside and crawling lazily on top of you, his face cradled in the curve of your neck, he huffs softly upon your skin.

It’s been a while since he’s dared to be this intimate with you, and even before that, he’s never allowed that to himself very often, always keeping everything inside, never asking for much. That’s what drove you to shut the hell up about your needs, you didn’t want him to think you’re weak.

You’re caught off guard by this sudden closeness, and you hum quietly into the silence that’s comfortingly surrounding you two right now. Your heart starts to pound a bit faster, but as he sweeps his hands underneath your shoulders to keep you closer you start to relax into his embrace. Who knows how long it’s gonna last, you better enjoy it.

You feel him breathe in your scent, and the kind of noise that he lets go after that takes your breath away and has your thighs squeeze together.

Keep it together, he’s just freaking tired.

“ You smell amazing” he purrs on your warm skin, sending shivers running down your spine as his fingers press ever so tenderly into your delicate flesh.

You chuckle nervously as you try not to focus on how low and husky his voice sounds right now, on how you can feel it reverberate from his chest through yours. He’s so warm, and that fucking white tee he’s got on is just too comfy not to feel the need to hold onto it desperately as you try to refrain from letting you get carried away with all of this.

“ You smell like you had to bark orders all day” you retort, keeping the conversation light even while you know the scent he’s emanating right now is enough to drive you wild.

“ Mhmm” he softly asserts, and his voice is so quiet that you think he’s probably dozing off, before you feel his delicate kiss pressing down on your shoulder, and you open your eyes wide.

It’s a chaste kiss, soft and gentle, and yet it gets your insides in a twirl to feel him press his lips on you while you’re wrapped against his body.

You hadn’t quite grasped how starved you were for him before realizing that one little kiss was enough to set your skin ablaze and have the cozy warmth in your lower abdomen starting to spread. It has never been that fast for you, never that immediate. You usually need some time to get in the right mood or some warming up to get ready. But right now you’re burning hot and desperate for him to keep touching and kissing you like that.

You can’t say that out loud tho, can’t be the whiny little girl that cries for attention as soon as she stops receiving it for a moment too long.

It doesn’t really matter tho, because just as his fingers press harder into your flesh he leaves another quiet kiss on it, and this time you can’t help but audibly moan, the sudden break of that cage of silence so unnerving that you bite your bottom lip, harshly dipping your teeth down on it as some sort of punishment for caving in so easily.

He pops his head up slowly, a kind of stunned expression painting his beautiful features. You feel your cheeks start to warm up underneath his scrutiny, his eyes finding yours big and full of lust.

“ You like this” he states.

You can’t tell if he’s amused by it. A few weeks prior you would’ve been sure that having you being ready for him so easily would’ve sent a proud spark glinting in his eyes, but right now his expression is as cold as it’s been all these past days spent longing for him, and you’re quite sure he must be kind of disappointed.

You shake your head no tentatively, wondering if you could ever look remotely believable as you find yourself hoping for.

His eyes narrow down on your features, on the crimson red of your cheeks, and your heavy breathing. Yeah, Levi might be tired, but he’s certainly not stupid.

He props up on his left hand anyway, letting his right one slowly slide underneath the sheer fabric of your sundress, along the length of your thigh, eliciting another soft whimper from you, and you feel so ashamed that you cover your mouth with your arm, your eyes languid with denial.

“ Then why you mewling like a cat in heat?” he sounds so stern that he almost feels displeased with you, and it kind of hurts to hear him talk to you like that.

Still, you feel the disconcerting need to be strong for him, to be good.

“ I’m just-” you pant, regaining focus, even though all that you really want is for his hand to travel further up your thigh “ a bit sensitive, must be the cycle”

You’re lying. You’re probably in the least fertile phase of it, but you can’t help it, you miss him too much, and having been forbidden to touch yourself, it’s been torture to resist the urges.

You doubt he’s bought it, yet his face is an inscrutable mask right now, and he looks down at you for a few more instants before he suddenly gets a hold of your wrists, pinning them down the mattress without much effort as you catch your breath.

He stares you down as if you were his prey, and honestly, too dizzy with arousal, too scared of letting him know the shameful truth of it, you’re less and less able to decipher his emotions, and somehow this only feeds your desire.

“ Spread your legs for me, then” he orders.

You hate to disobey him, but you’re too embarrassed of yourself to give him access to your sweet spot right now since you're sure he’s gonna find it already covered in your juices.

A glint of annoyance darkens his irises when you fail to comply. He huffs, his right knee slipping abruptly in between yours two, having you divaricating your legs wide within a few rough movements.

You muffle a protest, but it dies in your throat immediately as one of his hands lets go of your wrist and heads south, escaping underneath the skirt of your dress and reaching for your baby pink panties, feeling you out roughly through its fabric, finding it drenched.

“ Fuck-” his voice sounds hoarse from the shock of finding you like that already “ You’ve made a fucking mess”

You let out a quiet sob as you appraise his reaction, covering your eyes with the hand of yours he hasn’t gotten pinned down on the mattress anymore.

“ I’m sorry” you let out a shaky breath, unable to keep it all in any longer “ I’m sorry Levi, I just miss you so much”

You’ve held onto all that for weeks as he’s been burdening himself with who knows how much, and now it’s enough for him to touch you through your underwear to have you crumble like that. It’s kind of pathetic.

He stays quiet for a while, and you can only wonder what his face looks like as you keep your eyes shut against the back of your hand, not ready to see his harsh judgment of your weakness.

Then you feel his grip on your wrist loosen, and all his coldness and forcefulness melt into tender little kisses that he leaves down your neck as he reaches for your ear. He looks for your hand, sliding his fingers across the length of your arm and intertwining them with your own.

He uncovers your face to look at you, his expression still stern, but it doesn’t quite look like he’s judging you, more so than himself. You can see the cloud of guilt thundering in his eyes.

His lips are just a breath away from yours when he whispers down upon you:

“ Don’t cry” his tone is definitive, something like that, even if incredibly sweet, when said by him sounds like a precise instruction.

You sniff softly one last time before his lips press tenderly against yours.

He starts kissing you slowly, experimentally, giving you all the time you need to adjust from the previous harshness that he had addressed you to the sweetness that he’s promising you now. And even if reticent at first, you gradually start to melt against him, the feeling of his tongue slipping past your lips a welcomed revelation, one that you feel like saluting by filling his mouth with moans as he sets gently between your legs, his hardness aching against your core.

Gosh, you’ve missed this. You love the taste of him in your mouth so much that it’s almost exhilarating, the way he deepens the kiss at every little whimper you let out, the way your lips are glossy with his saliva when you part to catch your breath and ghost a little impulsive smile on his face.

You can’t help it now, you’re too high on the kiss he’s granted you, and you let your hips lounge up towards his, rutting softly against his erection, your fingers twisting in his locks, and you feel a blissful shiver cover you whole as he breaks the kiss to groan on your parted lips.

You want him so bad you feel like you’re losing control, and you love when he can’t help but be vocal about his arousal, so you’re compelled to continue grinding against him rhythmically, having him elicit all kinds of delicious noises on top of you as he kisses your lips with increasing passion.

Suddenly his right hand is at the base of your scalp, tugging harshly at your hair to have your head lean back enough to give himself better access to your exposed neck.

“ So fucking desperate ” he pants upon your skin “ how long have you been like this?”

“ Too long” you whine as you feel his lips tauntingly ghost above all the sensitive spots he knows so well, biting you tenderly at first, then starting to suck on your skin with euphoric compulsion. It’s the kind of sweet agony that has you sigh ecstatically and arch your back in response, the satisfaction of feeling his mark being imprinted upon you one that you find hard to rival.

When he’s done he leaves your neck pulsing in delight, and he starts grinding against you fiercely as his forehead comes to rest against yours.

“ Been waiting for me to set you free, huh?”

You nod faintly at that, eyes fluttering underneath the weight of your thriving desire, and you kiss his humid lips before looking for the zip of his black trousers, tired of having all those layers interpose between your sexes. You wanna feel his throbbing skin against your hole, wanna hear your juices mix as he rides you.

“ Such a good girl” he praises you, and that’s just too much.

As soon as his cock’s free of his boxers you press him down against you with a tug, his nakedness clashing down the wetness of your panties. He grunts, closing his eyes, reveling in the feeling of your drenched underwear starting to surround his hotness. The simple shift of pressure makes you roll your eyes, and he reaches for your jaw with his right hand to press his thumb on your lips, silently demanding access to your mouth. You open it up right away, and he slips inside, letting you suck on his finger once and then brushing your bottom lip downwards with it, keeping your mouth open beneath him.

“ Wider” he commands, and it’s so clear by the tone of his voice that he’s used to imparting orders, so confident in expecting them to be followed. And you sure as hell don’t wanna disappoint him.

So you open your mouth wider for him, sticking your tongue out as he continues riding you, your juices starting to soak your panties, creating enough lubrification for you to start getting extremely close to your relief.

“ My good girl” he hums quietly, and seeing him genuinely pleased with you puts your mind at ease. You don’t know exactly when it started, but you’d comply with anything he asks of you just so that he’ll utter those quiet little praises to you.

He spits in your mouth, and you’re honestly taken aback for a split second. You wouldn’t expect someone as composed as him to do something so raw just like that. But as soon as you feel the warm liquid on your tongue you’re quick to swallow what you manage, driven by your desire to make him proud. Some of it is still drooling down your bottom lip tho, and his eyes shimmer down on it, relishing in the sight of you, broken by the growing pleasure, completely at his mercy.

“ Fuck- You’re too hot like that” he breaths down upon you as he reaches between you two, looking for the spot where your panties are becoming so damn wet that you should probably feel embarrassed, but you’re way past that. Especially when you feel his erratic movements finally setting your pussy free, moving the fabric that was still covering it to the side just enough that you can feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and covered in pre-cum.

“ Ah-” you cry as you feel him finally pushing against your hole, every nerve ending of yours waiting for him to pierce through you and finally take you.

He slides inside of you with a gentleness that almost kills you, and you can quite literally feel every inch of his length fill your soaked pussy up like you’ve been dreaming about for days. You wanna feel him pick up the pace and quite simply ruin your cunt for good, but all it takes is one thrust of his inside of you, a simple gentle rub of his pelvis against your clit to bring you over the edge.

You start shuddering frantically against him, gripping at his shirt and crying his name so loud that you’re sure the walls could be shaking from it. You kiss his neck through your high, needing to feel him hiss against your ear in response, to bask in his scent, and to feel the flex of his muscles against your hot lips.

“ What's th- fucking 'cumming already?” he lets out, his voice broken by the shock of your pre-empted release “ my God, you're pathetic"

You nod dully, rolling your eyes as little jolts of pleasure unleash throughout your whole body, having you spasming silently against his torso as he picks up the pace, driven mad by the unexpected hunger that your orgasm has unleashed within him.

He’s thrusting so deep inside of you that you feel like he could break you in half, and yet you can’t stop moaning, can’t stop telling him how damn good he’s making you feel.

“ You’re so good at taking it-fuck” he resumes kissing your neck and biting you hard, leaving you sore and aching for more “ you’re made for this, made for me”

The idea has you rejoice, a proud kind of sentiment starting to engulf you as he smacks harder against your cervix, hitting that spot that has you babbling incoherently underneath his weight.

All that you’re feeling is thanks to your patience, you’ve been good and waited for him, and you’d do it for years if it meant being fucked like this was the prize.

You can’t help but nod, your head bobbing up and down under the heel of the merciless pace he’s been keeping up so steadily. You can practically feel every ounce of the frustration he’s held within him in the past few days being reversed in each thrust of his, in every grunt and spasm of his muscles as he pounds into you, and you’re so glad to be the one he vents upon.

You can feel him getting closer. He’s frantic, panting down on you, shoving inside of you with such force that you can’t even think straight anymore, the feeling of your aching pussy squeezing his cock inside of you the only thing you can focus on.

He rises above you to be able to get a hold of your neck, tightening his hand around your throat to make you look at him. You can’t think about what you may look like right now as you stare back into those dark grey irises you love so much. It’s too fucking embarrassing what this man is capable of reducing you to.

“ I’m gonna ‘cum inside of you”

It’s not a warning, it’s a statement.

You shift your weight back slightly to be able to open your legs wider as a reflex, eager to feel him finally releasing into you, but he grips your hips and dips his fingers harder into you, almost bruising your skin in the act.

“ Don’t- fuck, don’t move” he demands.

You don’t need to be told twice, so you stay put, looking up at him and contemplating the sight.

You love seeing him like this, sweaty and broken by pleasure, strands of soft raven hair cascading down his forehead, his shirt revealing just the faintest little hint of his muscles flexing underneath its clean fabric.

But his eyes are what you love the most, the kind of glare that can go from pure sweetness to downright threatening in a matter of seconds. Dark and dangerous.

You see them faltering before you hear his groans swamp the room and his warm seed spring into you, filling you up like you’ve longed so bad for these past few weeks, finally getting the love you were so badly burning for.

He crushes down upon you, a sudden need to feel you as close as possible, to have you press your usual gentle kisses across his face, on his lips, all while he holds you close and slowly regains his breath and usual composure.

When he slips out of you you feel your legs shake a little and you know you’ll need a full night of rest to recover from what he’s done to you, but it doesn’t really matter, ‘cause it was worth it.

He collapses aside from you, taking hold of your wrist and tugging you along to rest on top of him without saying a word. You chuckle faintly against his neck, not able to resist relishing this intimate feeling. You’ve finally got him all for yourself.

Until you hear the oven alarm go off.

[tw1l1te]

Song of Storms

LU Sky x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ minors please DO NOT INTERACT, some fluff, angst

Fem reader is implied. Not necassarily final promise!au, so intepret it as you will. This one is a bit short, but I like it lol

~

Sky was mentally exhausted. Flying out on night watch was his least favorite part of the day because it meant he had to leave you. It meant that he couldn't feel your warm body against his, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you dreamed of serenity. On top of that, it had started to storm about an hour ago, barely being able to see his gloved hands in front of his face.

He was supposed to be returning to Skyloft now, but he had no sense of direction as the rain pelted against his goggles, fogging up the lenses no matter how many time he'd wiped them off.

A large lightining strike lit up the expanse of the night sky, Skyloft's outline just barely being visible miles away. If he flew straightforward, he should be able to make it before he was struck by lighting.

Petting Crimson, he flew fast, wind whipping his hair around, rain drops pelting his face harder and harder. It felt like tiny needles falling on his face, but he had to come home. He needed to come home to you, or you'd kill him.

His fingertips on the brink of frostbite, he sighs in relief when he sees the Knight's Academy come into view. Despite having the option of living on the surface, he felt nostalgic of his life in the sky, no matter what memories it brought.

Landing on the wooden deck, he yelled out to the Nightguard about getting Crimson somewhere safe, already enthraled with the thought of seeing you. Giving his Loftwing one last pet, he ran off to the entrance of the academy, already in the process of stripping his gloves off of his hands.

He pants as he closes the door behind him, the raging storm echoing off the walls. The hallway was dark, only the faint glow of the sconces on the wall illuminating his path to you. His home.

Turning right, he sighs in happiness seeing his door, knowing you were just on the other side, waiting for him. Your knight.

He unlocks the door, quietly walking in and closing the door behind you. The room was dimly lit with a few candles, you hunched over on the bed, reading a book Sky bought you. You quickly shut the book, running into his arms, ignoring how cold and wet he was.

"Holy goddesses, Sky! I was so fucking worried-"

He shuts you up with a passionate kiss, his entire body tense from the night's treachery. He needed this. He needed you.

"Shh, it's ok my Flower. I'm here, I'm home. I'm not going anywhere, ok?"

You nod, placing your forehead against his, relishing in the domseticity. You knew he's have to leave again tomorrow night, but you wanted him until then. You allowed yourself to be selfish, just this once.

~

"Fu-ah! Sky, fuckfuckfuck!-" you moaned, head tossed back on the pillow. Sky was above you, hips slamming at an astounding pace. You thought tonight was gonna be more slow and intimate, though you weren't complaining. You were in heaven.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezin' around me jus' like that. I'm gonna fill you up so good. So, so good."

You clawed at his chest, needing something to hold on to as the living daylight was being fucked out of you. Instead, Sky grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, leaving nothing in between him and you.

"Gonna fill your little pussy up so good. Make you nice and full with my kid. You'd love that, wouldn't you princess?"

You whimper loudly, arching off the bed. Sky brings his mouth to one of your breasts, his tongue circling the swollen bud. You wrap your legs around his waist, stars in front of your eyes as the coil in your stomach tightens.

"Mmh- Link! Link I'm gonna fucking cum- Linklinklinklink-"

And you came, hard. Clamping around his cock, he practically growled into your ear, chasing your orgasm with his own release. He shot thick white ropes inside of your heat, kissing your neck as you both calmed down, him slowing down his thrusts inside of you.

He lays on top of you, kissing your face lightly. He coos in your ear, praising you and how good you felt. His hands never leave your body, pawing at the plush of your thighs and kissing the curve of your breasts.

He suddenly flips you over so your on his lap, cock still nestled deep in your heat. Hands on your hips, he mutters:

"Let's really make sure you get pregnant this time, Princess. I wanna hear you sing for me."

~

[givemea-dam-break]

Hmm ok.. To the “married but don’t know how”, I saw a fic where these two characters got drunk and got someone to officially make them married and they didn’t find out till they woke up the next day so I was thinking of that.

If it makes sense because I’m shit at explaining. But you could have Lockwood reveal to the reader instead.

a/n: i’ve had to age the characters up for this one (in the uk, you have to be 18 to legally marry now lol) but hopefully this is still alright! i'm so so sorry you've had to wait so long for this haha i had no idea how to go about this for ages. there are no 18+ themes in this, the characters have just been aged up for it to make sense.

warnings: mentions of drinking, language gn reader

How Could I Refuse? - Anthony Lockwood

This is perhaps the worst headache you've had in a while.

As soon as you open your eyes, you have to shut them again to save yourself from being blinded by the bright sunlight streaming through the gap in your curtains. It feels as if there is a little person in your head, knocking against your skull with the strongest hammer they could find. Groaning, you roll over in your bed, shoving your face into your pillow.

There's a cold feeling on one of your fingers, but you chalk it down to it going numb from how you're lying, so you only move it.

And get a glimpse of gold.

Frowning, you lift your head up just enough to look at your hand - your left one, at that - and blink once, twice, three times to make sure you're actually awake.

Whose ring is that on your finger?

It's one you've never seen before, a simple band of gold with a glittering sapphire inlaid in the centre. Truthfully, it's gorgeous, but you can't help but feel guilty. Whose ring did you nick, and why?

And what on God's green earth did you drink last night?

You remember going out with your friends - Lockwood, Lucy, and George - last night to celebrate Lucy's eighteenth, and you remember the bar Lockwood had dragged you all to after the meal you'd all shared. George had left early. He wasn't interested in drinking, and although you all felt bad, he didn't seem to mind too much and went home. After a while... well, that's where your memory goes blank.

A good cup of tea. That's all you need.

So, with dragging, heavy limbs, you roll out of bed and make the oh-so-long and arduous trek down to the kitchen.

Only Lucy is there, and she looks about as good as you feel. Her hair is still messy from getting up not long ago, and her head is resting on the table beside a half-empty glass of water, an open packet of painkillers, and a steaming mug of tea.

"Morning, Luce," you mumble, reaching into the cupboard for your mug.

"It's two in the afternoon," she grumbles. "I think. Maybe."

You squint at the clock on the wall. "No, you're right. God, what did we do last night? We couldn't have drank that much?"

"If this is what eighteen entails, I don't want it."

Patting her shoulder as you pass to reach into the fridge, you say, "It's not all bad. You can buy scissors now. Want a piece of cake? There's still some left in the fridge."

"Can't have cake for breakfast."

"Not breakfast. It's after lunch now."

With that, she looks up and grins, accepting the plate you've already gotten prepared for her. She gratefully takes it but pauses.

"Where'd you get that ring? Never seen it before."

"No clue." You lean back against the kitchen counter, sipping your tea and burning your tongue in the process. "Ow! Ugh - No, I don't know. Woke up with it on. I think I nicked it from someone."

While taking a bite of her birthday cake, she gestures for you to give her your hand. You comply, and she stares down at the band and its glittering stone with a frown. She opens her mouth to say something, but hiccups instead, which sends you both into a delirious fit of laughter. Honestly, what did you drink?

"I've no clue whose ring this is," she says, twisting it on your finger a little. "Looks old. Expensive. I suppose drunk you wanted to go for a vintage look."

"But, why's it on this finger?" You waggle your ring finger at her. "I'm not married."

"Maybe Lockwood will know? Out of all of us, he probably knows the most about vintage shit. Look at the sofa covers in the living room, for god's sake!"

"Lockwood will know what?"

Lucy turns and smiles. "Perfect! Just in time. We need your help."

Lockwood stands in the kitchen doorway, rubbing at his eyes yet still managing to look like his usual chipper self. Unlike you and Lucy, his hair isn't messy, nor does he look like he's been dragged to the deepest pits of hell and back. He's even wearing fresh clothes! You glance down at the tatty pyjamas you never bothered to change out of and flush.

"Help for what? Oh, (name), is the kettle still hot? Mind making me a brew, please?"

You slip your hand from Lucy's and make him a cup of tea and she explains the predicament, suddenly very animated compared to how she was five minutes ago.

"(name) nicked someone's ring while we were out last night," she says, and her voice holds a tone of scandal that makes you feel embarrassed. "We've no idea who it could belong to, or why they took it. But, get this, it's on their ring finger!"

Lockwood frowns, looking at your hand as you pass him his mug. For a moment, that's all he does - frown - but a second passes and suddenly he looks as if he's been told the juiciest gossip one could ever know. It's a look you've seen a lot, seeing as the only thing he reads are the gossip rags that show the latest news on Penelope Fittes, or a scandal between two millionaires that have nothing better to do with their life.

"Let me see that," he says.

You share a look with Lucy, but let him look nonetheless. If you weren't red already, the second his hand takes yours definitely makes your face heat up and turn pink. He's gentle as he takes it, turning your hand this way and that so he can get a good look at it. Then he pales.

"That's my mother's wedding ring."

He may as well have told you that you're a grave robber. The guilt that seeps into your skin is overwhelming, and you immediately tear the ring off, placing it on the thinking cloth just in front of him.

"I am so sorry. Fuck. I wasn't wearing that when we left, was I, Luce? Shit, I'm so, so sorry Lockwood. I don't even know how I ended up with it."

"I do," he murmurs. He won't look at you for a moment, his eyebrows creased with confusion. "I always keep it on me. It's like a good luck charm, I suppose."

You look back at Lucy. Something is dawning on her, and she's looking at you wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "Shit, guys."

"What do you mean, Shit, guys?" You glance between them. "What's going on?"

Lucy makes a face, sipping her tea. "You telling her, Lockwood, or am I?"

Lockwood is still staring at the ring, and it's making you nervous. "Lockwood?"

"Lucy?" he says.

"Lockwood," she replies.

"I..." He runs a hand over his face, picking up the ring and twirling it in his fingers. "(name), don't kill me."

"Why would I kill you? Lockwood, you're freaking me out."

"Believe it or not, I think we got married."

The laugh that leaves your mouth then is accidental, and you cover your mouth quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to - What?"

You're not sure if the pounding sound you can hear is your heartbeat or George performing some kind of Zumba routine up in his room. When did you place your mug down, or did Lockwood take it from your hands?

"Like - like how people get married in Vegas? What is it, eloping, or something? You're pulling my leg right now. Lucy, he's not making sense, is he?"

Lucy only stands, hiding a smile, and says, "I think I hear George shouting for me. I better go."

"Luce -"

But she's gone, taking her tea and her grin away with her. Leaving you with Lockwood, who can't seem to decide whether he should look at you or the ring.

"You don't know that we got married," you insist. "We were both drunk, and you could've just given me the ring for good luck. Right?"

"I don't think -" He pauses, and the silence is painful. You have to sit down and down two painkillers. "I wouldn't just give anyone this ring. Like I said, it was my mum's."

"But we're not married, right? There would have to be, like, legal certification for that."

He smiles ruefully. "Wouldn't be that terrible being married to me, would it?"

"Oh, no! No, no, it wouldn't. I mean, well, you know -"

"I've liked you for a while."

The words cut your ramble short, and you can only stare at him in shock. He's finally looking at you now, but there's something in his eyes that makes you feel inherently guilty for reacting the way you did.

It's not that it would be a bad thing in all reality. Hell, you'd love the possibility of being in a relationship with Lockwood after years of pining after him, but you can't remember any of last night after a few drinks at the bar. It's something you'd liked to have remembered, especially now with what he's admitted.

"Well, I'm not sure liked is the right word. Loved, more like."

It's a little hard to breathe. "Are you sure you're sober?"

"Pretty sure I am. What's that thing that some people say? Drunk words are sober thoughts? Whatever. But I do mean it, (name). I've loved you since the moment you tried to stab me on one of your first cases here."

"I thought you were a ghost," you say quietly.

He laughs softly. "Yes, I know. I'm just trying to say that this wasn't out of the blue. I'd been hoping to ask you out sometime soon, but it seems that I skipped a few bases. Hey, at least you didn't reject me."

And the way he looks at you then, so imploringly, you know he's practically begging you not to now.

Sheepishly, you say, "I wouldn't reject you. Well, not unless you made one of those grand public gestures you see in the movies. Those make me feel queasy."

The grin he dons at that moment is dazzling, and it takes you off guard for a second. He runs a hand through his neatly brushed hair, breathing a sigh of relief that makes you smile a little.

"You can keep the ring if you want," he says. Already, that infamous charm of his has returned. "Seeing as I apparently proposed and married you with it last night."

"How could I refuse?" you ask with a laugh.

Gently, he takes your hand in his once more, slipping the ring back onto the finger you found it on not even twenty minutes ago. His grin brightens at the sight, and he holds your hand for a few minutes longer, entwining your fingers with his.

"So, I guess we're together, now?"

He laughs. "I guess we are.

You squeeze his hand softly, eyes fixed on the glittering band on your finger, and say, "I love you, too, for what it's worth."

[dreamonseems]

Okay so heyy

Erling haaland angst like maybe he was at club while y/n was at home and she was scrolling Instagram and saw erling kissing some girl on someone's story.

You can finish it however you want butt I want haaland to get very emotional and start begging for forgiveness

Thanks you love<33

I'm Sorry

Erling Haaland X Reader

Summary: Erling goes partying with the team and puts himself in a bad situation.

Ok, so I'm not really an angst girl, but I tried my best. I hope this is to your liking. I think it turned out OK. I lowkey had a hard time writing this because I love him so much, I can't see him doing anything wrong, lol

Erling was away for a match, but he and Y/N had agreed to FaceTime before he went to bed. He missed her so much and couldn't wait to see her face again. As the call connected, he could see her smiling at him, her hair cascading down her shoulders.

"Hey, baby," he said, grinning at her.

"Hi, you," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "How was the game?"

"It was good," he said, a note of exhaustion in his voice. "We won, but it was a tough match."

"I'm glad you won," Y/N said, her eyes shining with pride. "You played so well."

Erling smiled at her, feeling his heart swell with love. "Thanks, babe. I couldn't have done it without you."

Y/N face softened, and she reached out to touch the screen. "I miss you so much," she said, her voice breaking slightly.

"I miss you too," he said, wishing he could reach through the screen and hold her. "But we'll be together soon."

They talked for a while longer, sharing stories and updates about their lives. As the call drew to a close, Erling felt a pang of sadness. He wished he could be with her, holding her close and feeling her warmth. But for now, he was grateful for the technology that allowed them to stay connected even when they were apart.

He hears a knock on his hotel room door. He pauses for a moment and then excuses himself to see who it is. When he opens the door, he sees a few of his teammates standing there, grinning.

"Hey, man! We're heading out to the bar to celebrate the win. You coming with us?" one of them asks.

Erling hesitates for a moment, looking back at Y/N on the screen. "I don't know," he says.

Y/N speaks up, "It's fine if you want to go with your team, Erling. Have a good time."

Erling nods, feeling relieved. "Okay, I'll go with you guys. Let me just finish up this call first."

He turns back to the screen and smiles at Y/N. "I'll call you later tonight, okay? Love you."

"Love you too," she says, blowing him a kiss.

As he hangs up the call, he feels grateful to have such a supportive partner. He quickly changes into more casual clothes and heads out with his teammates for a night of celebration.

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Erling was out with his team mates, and they were having a great time at the bar, taking shots and having fun. Suddenly, a group of girls approached them and started flirting with some of the guys. Erling was not interested in any of the girls, but one of them kept talking to him, and he was slowly trying to distance himself from the situation.

Just as he was about to leave, one of the girls slipped, and he caught her. He asked her if she was okay, and she replied that she was. Erling turned to his team mates and said that he was going back to the hotel.

but the rest of the group started pressuring him to stay and have more drinks with them. Feeling pressured, Erling gave in and drank a little too much. He found himself sitting alone in the corner of the bar.

The same girl he helped earlier sat beside him, thanking him again for his help. Erling replied that it was no problem, and the girl asked him for a picture. Erling leaned in for the photo, but the girl turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Erling was shocked and pulled away immediately, getting up and leaving.

He debated with himself whether he should tell Y/N or not about what happened, feeling guilty and afraid of losing her.

Unbeknownst to him, someone had snapped a photo of both incidents and sold it to the tabloids. The next day, when Erling arrived at the airport in England, he was greeted by paparazzi asking him questions about the photo. He was mortified when he checked his phone and saw an article with the photo, claiming that he had a mysterious affair.

When he arrived home, he found Victoria sitting on the stairs, her head in her hands, tears in her eyes.

"Please tell me it's not true...Erling, tell me it's not true!" she begged, throwing her phone towards him. Erling picked it up and saw the photo of him kissing the girl all over Instagram.

Erling's heart was racing as he rushed he got to his knees in front of her tears streaming down his eyes.

"Baby, no God, no," he said.

"I swear to you, I never cheated on you or did anything with that girl or any girl." He pleaded with her, even tears falling down his face.

She was in shock. She had never seen Erling cry before, let alone be this emotional. Erling told her the whole story about what happened in the bar, and Y/N listened in silence. After he was done, they sat there in silence for a while. Finally, Y/N Spoke.

"I've never seen you cry before," she said softly.

Erling took her hands, and she could feel him shaking. "I love you so, Y/N," he said. "Please believe me. I would never do anything to ruin our relationship. I'm truly scared that you believe those pictures are real and will leave me. I don't think I'll be able to live without you. I'm so sorry I shouldn't have put myself in that situation. I should have gone home when those girls came up to us. I promise I wont let that happen again please, please forgive I'm so fucking sorry!"

Y/N looked deep into his eyes and could tell that he was telling the truth and that he truly loved her. She pulled him into her arms, and they stayed there for what felt like hours, just holding each other.

Erling's manager was able to obtain the video surveillance from the bar that night, showing that Erling was innocent. Even the girl came out and said that the pictures were a misunderstanding. The articles were taken down, and everything went back to normal.

It was a rough experience, but it brought Erling and Y/N closer together, strengthening their bond and trust in each other.

[attic-club-sandwich]

hii! it’s me again, i loved the last simeon fix you made, your writing is so good! if it’s okay with you i wanted to ask how do you think the brothers would comfort a gn mc that has anxiety often? more like, physical anxiety like heart palpitations than emotional. thanks again for the last fic you made!!

Ahh hello! I'm so glad that you liked the Simeon fic!! I honestly loved writing it, he's so soft and gentle I was so glad someone requested him for the series 💞 So you are very welcome! lol

And Lucky for you I am the queen of anxiety and often think about this exact scenario lmao so to me, the brothers would be so supportive and understanding towards an MC who experiences the unfortunate physical (and emotional) symptoms of anxiety. Forgive me i went wild with this lol I based a lot of this off of my own experiences with anxiety and panic attacks. Also some techniques that i've either tried or heard work really well! I hope you like! Please feel free to send requests whenever you want! 💜

CW for general anxiety/depression, panic attacks, being sick (implied; very mild).

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @a-hidden-gem @otomefoxystar, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @meiloorun-tea, @temnuk0

Lucifer:

Lucifer has kept a close eye on you from Day 1 of your stay in the Devildom.

Therefore, when you aren't acting like your usual self, he notices.

You had come home from RAD that day and immediately went to your room, not saying a word. You usually hang out in the living room with him and his brothers after school.

Lucifer shoos his worried brothers away and beelines to your room, giving your door a soft knock.

When he enters, you are sat on your bed, knees to chest with your head buried between.

"MC, are you alright?"

At the sound of his voice, your shoulders begin to shake, and your breathing becomes gradually heavier.

You glance up at him and shake your head, clearly unable to speak at the moment as your breathing speeds up at an alarming pace.

Lucifer is by your side instantly, rubbing small circles onto your back as your chest heaves.

"Shh, my dear. I'm right here with you. Concentrate on your breathing. Deep and slow."

He understands this is a panic attack, as he has experienced his own. He has also spent countless times talking his brothers through theirs.

He knows all too well the feeling of helplessness as the irrational fear takes over your body.

Unfortunately, this was not an uncommon thing for him.

You take in deep, shuddering breaths, tears rolling down your cheeks as you try to focus on his touch.

"Thats it, MC, just like that. You're doing well."

Finally, after a few moments, your breathing slows back down to normal.

He continues to sit with you, his hand never leaving your back as you come down from the adrenaline of the attack.

"S-Sorry Luci..." you sob, wiping away your tears.

He shakes his head, pulling you into his chest.

"You have no reason to apologize. Let's go to my room for awhile, shall we?"

Of course he spends the rest of the evening focused on you.

He brings you dinner, runs you a bath, and tucks you into bed.

Lucifer never leaves your side.

He wishes he could just tuck you into his wings and hide you away from everything that would mean to do you harm.

Mammon

As the 2nd oldest, he also is used to comforting his younger siblings.

When the two of you are out at an unusually busy night at the casino, you begin to feel overwhelmed.

He doesn't notice at first, but when you run off mumbling something about "needing the bathroom", he immediately chases after you.

"Yo, MC! Are ya ok?" he asks from outside the bathroom door.

He can hear you coughing and he no longer hesitates to burst through the door.

You are sat on the floor in front of the toilet, hugging the bowl and looking very pale and sweaty.

He runs to you, placing his hand on your back.

Only then does he feel how hard you are trembling.

"M-Mammon...go away..." you choke out, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"No way in hell am I leavin' ya."

He helps you up, closing the toilet lid and plopping you down on top.

Your shoulders are heaving as you try to catch your breath.

He also notices how bad your hands are shaking as your fingers grasp at the hem of your shirt.

Shit, he thinks. They're havin' a panic attack?!

"s'okay, try to breathe, MC." he says, managing to keep his voice low and calm.

You nod, grasping hard at his hand.

He squeezes, his golden gaze focused intently on you.

"Keep breathin' and count to 5 with me, okay?"

You count together as you take slow, deep breaths in and out.

Eventually, your breathing begins to slow back down to normal.

When you can stand again, Mammon holds you steady and guides you out of the Casino.

"Let's go home for the night, the Great Mammon will take good care of ya."

Once you're home again, the exhaustion from the evening takes over and you find it hard to stay awake.

Thankfully, Mammon is there to help you into your pajamas and to get you settled into bed for the night.

He only leaves your side long enough to go grab you some snacks and water from the kitchen.

Mammon will always uphold his promise.

He is not leaving you anytime soon.

Leviathan:

If there's one thing you and Levi have in common, it's anxiety.

As you've grown closer, he has become very in tune with when you are feeling anxious.

He invited you to his room for a game night with everyone, but he immediately noticed something was off.

If he's being honest, he was barely concentrating on any of the games.

All he could focus on was you.

You lock eyes with him, and he can tell by the expression on your face and your body language that you are feeling overstimulated.

Which is understandable.

The sound of the brothers yelling overtop each other and the music from the game is usually enough to send him over the edge on a bad day.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see a text from you.

"Levi, I think I need to step out for a minute."

He glances up to see you are already heading out the door.

Of course, he follows you. He needs to check up on his Henry.

He finds you outside his room, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall

"MC? Are you going to be okay?"

You shake your head as your lip begins to tremble.

He sits down next to you as you begin to cry.

You lean your head into his shoulder as your hands wrap tightly around his arm.

"Hey, MC it's going to be okay. Remember what I told you before?"

Your breathing is growing heavier, and your heart is pounding hard in your chest.

"Focus on the things you can see, smell, and feel."

You nod, attempting to fight through the fog in your brain to focus on something. Anything.

Levi watches as you use the grounding techniques he taught you.

He wraps one arm around your back, pulling you gently into him as you finally begin to calm down again.

"You did great, MC! I'm proud of you."

You give him a small smile as he kisses the top of your head.

"T-Thank you Levi. I love you."

He blushes as he buries his face into your hair.

"Let's just hang out here for awhile. I was getting pretty overwhelmed too. A-And I love you too by the way!"

Satan:

Sometimes Satan's mood has a habit of rubbing off on you.

When he's particularly annoyed about something (that something usually being Lucifer), you also find yourself growing irritable.

One day, as he is going off about something that Lucifer had said that morning, you can't take it anymore.

You can feel the anxiety building in your chest, tense and heavy.

"Satan, shut up!" you explode, digging your fingers into your hair in frustration.

The Avatar of Wrath is taken aback by your outburst.

"M-MC? I-I'm sorry, i didn't mean..."

"J-Just stop! I-I can't.... take it....anymore..."

You almost seem as if you can't catch your breath.

Then He finally realizes you are beginning to panic.

"Oh, MC..." he breathes, rushing over to your side.

The two of you had been in the HOL library, and the book you were reading slides off of your lap.

Your hands are trembling, and your face is hot with anger.

But you don't even know why you're angry.

All you can do is cry.

Satan has learned a lot from his brothers when it comes to this kind of thing.

"Let's focus together, MC. We both need to take deep breaths. Are you ready?"

You aren't ready. You're pissed off, and you want him to know it.

But you breathe with him anyways.

It surprises you every time how quickly the brain fog dissipates after your breathing exercises.

The sensation of Satan's hand rubbing your arm also helps a little.

"That's it, MC. You're going to be just fine."

You nod, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the feeling of his fingers running up and down your skin.

"How about you listen to me read this book I'm currently reading? I think you'll like it."

You open one eye to look at him and he's grinning.

When Satan smiles, you can't stop yourself from smiling too.

Asmodeus

Asmo absolutely adores you.

Even the parts of you that you don't think should be adored.

You had a shopping spree planned at the Devildom Mall for the past week now, and today was finally the day.

The two of you had spent hours already going in and out of stores, and you had quite the haul to bring home.

However, by the end you were quite tired and it was getting busier and busier in the mall.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Asmo asks, noticing the shift in your normally bubbly disposition.

Your hands are beginning to shake as you exit the final store.

"I-I um, I-I think...I need to stop for a minute." You stutter, your mouth suddenly very dry.

Asmo guides you over to a bench to sit.

He notices your knee begins to bounce at a steady rate.

Your face is flushed.

And you definitely don't look like you're about to pass out.

"Woah, honey it's going to be okay! Just look at me."

You lock eyes with him, his concerned face looking back at you.

But he remains calm. He knows exactly what to do.

"That's it. Now let's take some deep breaths."

You inhale as you scan Asmo's face .

You exhale as you think about how pretty he is.

His charm doesn't work on you, yet he has such a calming presence and it's exactly what you need.

You take a few more breaths when you notice he's been holding your hands in his this whole time.

You feel bad thinking about how sweaty they are.

"Oh, MC, are you starting to feel better?"

You nod graciously, your eyes never leaving his.

You're afraid if you look away, you might start to panic again.

Asmo smiles at you as he helps you to your feet.

"Let's head home now, MC! I'm dying for a bath. Care to join me?"

Asmo runs you the warmest bath you can stand, and makes sure to add in his favorite lavender bath bomb to help soothe you.

He treats you like you're at his own personal spa.

Not only is he the Avatar of Lust, he's the king of self care.

Beelzebub

One thing about Beel is that he loves his family.

And you're part of his family now, so he feels it's important to protect you.

Even if it is your own head that you need protected from.

Beel is also one that's familiar with anxiety/panic attacks.

He's helped Belphie through them countless times since their fall into the Devildom.

So when he sees you with your head down in the RAD cafeteria, and food untouched, he's worried.

He heads your way and takes the seat next to you.

"MC, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

You nod, unable to lift your head to meet his gaze.

He notices how you are beginning to tremble; your shoulders shaking as the telltale sign that you're starting to cry.

His hand presses against your back, hoping he can somehow hold you together.

"MC... what happened?"

You finally glance up at him, tears running down your cheeks.

"I-I f-failed my stupid exam... L-Lucifer is g-gonna kill me..."

Beel's heart sinks.

Of course Lucifer wouldn't actually kill you.

And it's really not the end of the world to fail a test.

That's why there's make up exams.

But he knows you aren't thinking clearly right now.

And he can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest.

"MC. What did you buy for lunch?"

You hiccup, looking up at him in confusion.

"T-This isn't about lunch, Beel."

He nods, continuing to rub your back.

"They have the spicy rainbow pizza today. Did you try it?"

You shake your head, glancing at your tray of untouched food.

Beel picks up the slice and offers you a bite.

The pizza of course is spicy. Really spicy.

You cough, taking a drink of the soda you had abandoned.

You turned to yell at Beel when you realized you were starting to feel better.

"Are you feeling better? I heard foods with strong flavors can help ease off an attack."

You nod, unsure if you want to laugh or continue crying.

Afterwards, Beel takes you home for the day.

He is another one that refuses to eave your side until you're feeling better.

You insist you aren't hungry, but he suggests cuddling in a Twin Sandwich later that night.

Of course you can't resist his offer.

Especially since he's already carrying you bridal style to his bedroom.

Belphegor

Belphie is usually the one being consoled rather than the one doing the consoling.

He feels awkward sometimes when it comes to comforting his brothers.

He doesn't think that he's good at it.

But when you first come to him with a problem, it feels different.

The two of you had fallen asleep together in the attic one night after dinner.

At one point, you began to toss and turn, small whimpers escaping your lips.

Your erratic movements manage to wake Belphie from his deep sleep.

"Mm..MC..? You okay?"

He's still half asleep as he rubs his eyes.

Your breathing is heavy as you roll towards him, unable to escape whatever plagues your dreams.

As soon as Belphie realizes you are having a nightmare, he's shaking your shoulders trying to wake you up.

"Hey MC, wake up now okay?"

You cry out as you finally come back to consciousness, the haunting images already fading away from your mind.

But you can't stop the panic that begins to overwhelm you.

You begin to cry as Belphie stares wide eyed, unsure of what he should do.

The only thing he can manage to do is wrap you up in his arms.

"I'm here, MC...it's okay. I'll keep you safe."

Your forehead is slick with sweat as you try to shake the violent feeling of doom from your shoulders.

"B-Belphie, p-please don't l-leave..."

The Avatar of Sloth squeezes you tighter as he strokes the back of your head

The sensation of his fingers running through your hair is comforting.

It gives you something to focus on and hold on to.

"Shh, angel. Deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere. Now take deep breaths with me."

You rest your head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he takes deep breaths in and out.

You follow his lead, taking a few moments to focus on your breathing.

Belphie is patient with you as you come down from your panic.

"If you're up for it, let's go take a walk in the garden and look at the stars together. We'll be sure to have good dreams afterwards."

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes heavy with exhaustion.

But the feeling of the cool night air against your feverish skin and laying under the stars with Belphie is too good to pass up.

[connieisthesun]

Wildest Dreams (Conrad fisher x y/n)

You see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Sweaty bodies, the dizzying aroma of alcohol and a pounding remix of trending tiktok audios. It was nothing more or less than an infamous college party.

As a studious individual, I never usually partake in such fickle activities until my best friend Angelina begged me to go the night before as pay back from eating her last packet of instant noodles, what can I say, it was 2am and the hunger hit different!

Aside that as she was partying it up with some ran-do named Allen, Alex? - I didn't catch his name. I was standing in a corner to avoid the excessive grinding of drunken kids, unbeknownst to me a pair of sapphirical diamonds, piercing deeper than a lustful cesspool was the gleaming and most respectful eyes of you guessed it Conrad Fisher. The most sought out guy in college.

Lost in thought, I was quite rudely bumped into a deeply intertwined couple was making their way upstairs to conduct more "business." My legs entangled before me, I tripped and fell into the arms of the infamous fuckboy Jason.

"You don't have to hurt yourself to get my attention"

I quietly revolt in my mouth, who does this guy think he is?'

"Thank you, I was just leaving." I mumble.

"Leaving y/n darling, already? The party just started, why don't you be a good girl and lead the way upstairs." He whispers with fake innocence.

I could not believe he thought I would give my virginity to him, a guy who had the ego of the president but the looks of a furless moleskin rat!

Disgusted, I visibly grimace and attempt to break free of his grasp, before I could do so his hands began sliding its way up my thigh and his hand around my waist tightening ever so slightly. I am frightened, is this really happening?

"Jason!" called a distant figure who's silhouette was only visible to me.

Jason's breathing quickens with his distraughtful presence still looming over me, an air of vindicative energy fills the room.

"Leave her alone, she obviously doesn't want to fuck you or be seen 10 feet within you so leave her the fuck alone before I punch you shitless."

Gob-smacked by this behaviour, you rustle out of Jason's arm's to be met by the warm embrace of the one and only Conrad. Your heart pangs a little as he grips you assuredly.

"Look at me, are you ok? He exclaims.

You begin to speak before-

"I swear to God, just wait until I get my hands on him, hurting a sweet pretty thing like you."

"Conrad! I'm fine - thank you."

"Sorry for overreacting, do you want me to walk you to your apartment for safety y/n" He looks intimately in your eyes as he hopefully awaits a response.

"Yes sure, please. I don't want to have another encounter at a party again!"

"Tell me about it, all guys want these days is sex." You feel relieved that Conrad isn't a misogynistic brat though that's just the bare minmum. You engage in a meaningful conversation on the way home, talking about various topics before your arrive at your front door step.

"Thanks Conrad, it really means a lot to me that you care."

"No problem, I'm here if you need me y/n."

"Wait, how do you know my name, we've never formally met before."

"Lets just say a girl like you no matter the name is unforgettable." He offers a quick smile before muttering goodnight and leaving. As if in a delirious state you clutch your chest and make your way to your bed only to dream about the night you just had and the wildest possibilities of you and Conrad.

Thanks so much for reading! This is my first fic so go easy on me lol but honestly I had to feed you girlies as season 2 has come to a close and conrad fics are slowly disappearing. Let me know if you want a part 2, I'll make sure the parts are more longer and get into the backstory of both y/n and Conrad but for now see you later!

P.S -> I'll add you to my taglist for future content if you comment your name :)

[apollo-gate]

These RO asks are putting my brain right into the gutter lol. So here, nsfw. Relationship stage

So, ROs are quite busy, going on their usual work, maybe subduing bad guys or messing with the good guys, perhaps having an exhausting meeting or dealing with a bunch of irritating people/hanger-ons when their phone suddenly vibrates/rings.

MC sent them a message.

"What time are you coming home?"

With an attachment.

A ✨risque✨ picture of MC on the bed, with wet hair and a small towel enough to show off their toned skin.

RO reactions?

MY lord just imagine haveing a serius meeting than getting that kind of picture. AND THE MC IS HOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD BE LIKE DAMN....

Alice: You're asking for like pentup gym guy energy. Like she's ready to just punch and slap anybody in her way like seriously hope you don't get in her way. Alice will be ready to drop her clothes as soon as she sees the front door.

Helena: She be doing dance practice and honestly wouldn't be able to focus she would definitely go take a few pictures and send them and be like wait till i get home use these till I'm there in person

Lisa: she.... she gasp so loud that it would draw attention and would be red face and throw her phone into the wall or out the window then would have the panic over shit I just threw my phone.

Becca: this woman you just gave the cat her creme. you messed up. Becca would say that the punishment will be worse when she got home and the MC isn't ready. And yes Becca is getting the blindfold.

Daniella: She would go and get off to it anywhere she can because she already knows she gonna get it. Shes a lawyer so shell have the time.

Vanessa: Vanessa might shoot out an ice shard just a tiny one. the phone would be destroyed then the frustration of I only had 2 seconds of happiness. (Not like she keep a damn photos in her office)

Azalea: She would just stare. The girl would in the middle of the Embissy and just study Mcs body-like artwork. and have a little bit of drool too just lost in the body.

Kent: Man would be in the middle of an interrogation and break some poor dude's bones simply because he wants the Mc like ima be there soon.

Naamah: On one hand she is impressed. Why are you ending pictures where someone else can see them. She's gonna be taking you into the dark room. and at the same time going to erase the picture from existence. No one can ever see Mc but her.

Blaze: Would do two things run to you immediately to see if the Mc is in fact dressed like that then would message be there in 2 seconds. After all, ever he's doing isn't that important.

Zero would be doing some R&D project and just be like wow. He had to leave because he just ended up putting your name in the code or somehow making a really big mistake like the time he had the Ai say I love you over and over.

RF RO: She is pissed.. like blood and a few other things. but not you no. no harm will come to you. but she is rough. like really rough later that night.

Rune: Aish you're asking for a whip and a few other things. She sends some very dirty naughty texts and it's not at all like Rune would be turned on before she gets to you.

Rene: She be like extra quiet and the only one who would notice is Rune. Rene is a big pillow princess, so she would overthink what to say and even think if that is ok to send. But overall she gets home as fast as she can. Just expect a hard crushing kiss and a tall girl being very neddy.

Jade: She probably screws up a spell she is practicing. Might make a moan sound who knows. But all her acolytes will know someone has her attention.

Psyche would be bouncing off the walls staring at the clock like a child ready to get out of school. She might forget she has a truck and run or get stuck on the subway in her rush. Not her fault you sent her something unexpected.

Atargatis. would start her siren song and not realize it and the MC would be in a state of bliss till she walks in. Yeah, she got you back and you get a state of bliss and pleasure.

Atlas: she is teleporting like a jumping frog to buildings and crash into the bedroom and just do the best sexy pose of I'm here.

[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

omg omg omg ok i just had the most random idea - this may be a slightly long one but

what if y/n is a teacher/nun in the church, and takes care of matt while he stays there post explosion. they get closer and eventually date, and y/n ends up pregnant. maggie argues with both of them and accidentally lets slip that she doesn't want y/n to live the same life that she did - because the murdock boys are the same

and thats how matt finds out who his mother is and y/n comforts him (awww)

sidenote: i'm just gonna stop asking anonymously lol

Part One:

hope ur ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem reader Trigger Warning: if ur allergic to fluff then back away.

A teacher. You, a teacher?

Well, who could doubt it? you weren't that religious that you'd become a nun, but a teacher was a happy medium. Actually, you had never been to a church before, but you took the job offer when St.Agnes's was offering it... but truly you had always wanted to teach.

Teaching children was the equivalent to being the change. Truth was you were tired of complaining about the world, so you decided to do something about it.

You'd been a St.Agnes's for four years now. After getting your masters in education, you decided that staying in new york was the best option. Though, once you got you're first job-- thats when DareDevil decided to start playing around.

Your parents tried getting you to go back home, but-- what good were you going to do in (y/h/t)? teach the kids you grew up with and that's it? no. Yo New York you went and stayed

You hadn't prayed until He came to the church after the explosion. though, you didn't know it was a he because nobody every dared to mention his gender.

how would it feel? being blind and having no idea where you were at. It was a terrible two in one deal not a lot of people could deal with, especially for a group of older nuns who were ached and never had a day off.

today you allowed the kids to take the day off, along with the nuns, so it would just be you helping this mystery blind person for a day so that the sisters could get a rest.

It was what? five am when you walked in.

As you opened the door, the squeak woke Matt up, and so did you're footsteps. Though, he didn't recognize your scentl or the way you're weight shifted on the floorboards. his fiery vision was practically eliminated, so all he saw was a blank sheet of paper.

Once your eyes laid on him, you noticed that he was shirtless and sweating. He hadn't shaved in weeks, and his beard was nearly an inch long.

Your heart began to race as you got closer and laid your eyes on his tensed muscles. Though, you fixated your train of thought on the fact that he was sweating and obviously confused.

"Hello?" asked Matt as you got closer.

"Hi, yes, sorry-- are you hot? you're sweating."

"...I'm aware." said Matt with annoyance, "you're not Maggie."

"No, I am not." you firmly responded as you placed the bowl of water on the night stand, "Sister Maggie is taking a fast today from serving. Since you care so much, I am pleased to tell you that she will be back tomorrow."

"Thank god." whispered Matt with a sigh, "she doesnt give me a break."

"A break? who says I'm going to give you a break" you asked as you dipped the porcelain towel into the bowl of water.

"Your not?"

"why would I?" you asked as you sat on the wooden chair by his bed.

"Blind guy, just sitting here, what would you do with me?"

"Make you recite your times tables."

"intriguing." responded Matt as his de-focused eyes attempted to find your voice,

"why do you say that?" asked Matt as he felt you place the warm cloth over his chest.

"I'm a teacher, It's my job."

"you're a teacher." said Matt

As you stopped for a second, placing the cloth back into the water you asked, "you're surprised?"

"no, not surprised, just stunned."

"Stunned is a synonym for surprised."

as she squeezed the blood out of the rag, you looked over to Matt who was enjoying the argument, "I'm not stunned, surprised or astonished. Just, you don't sound like a teacher."

"well," you said as you placed the warm cloth back on his chest, and began to run it up his neck, "when you have to teach twenty five blind sixteen-year-olds how to read braille-- you learn to pick up on the attitude."

"you're a blind teacher?" asked Matt.

"you're full of questions."

"well, you're the teacher, so I'd expect you to have the answers."

Matt heard the muscles in your cheeks stretch as you replied in a lower tone, "To answer, you're question, yes. I am a blind teacher."

"what do you do?" asked Matt as he felt you press down on an area of his neck where he had stitches, "just braille?"

"everything." you responded as you removed the cloth and placed it on the side of the night stand, "chemistry, history, math, reading, writing-- social skills. Sometimes they teach me."

"they do?" asked Matt as he heard you open the drawer that was under the nightstand.

"well, --"

"Matthew, Matthew Murdock."

"Well, Matthew, I've never been blind. So, everyday I do get reminded how it feels to be blind. Like, I'd never thought a guy would dump his girlfriend just because she couldn't look at him."

his lips pressed into a fine line as you took out a black long sleeve from his drawer, you said, "I also get taught how some people are happy they can't see. I get to know the pleasure of somebody saying that they are happy they never have to see the face of their algebra 2 teacher again."

"i agree with that one." responded Matt with a laugh, "so," asked Matt as he heard you unfold the long sleeve, "what have I taught you teach?"

nicknames already?

"that you're not so different then my students."

[coraline-jones353]

Campsite Love, Pt 1

Summary: On a family trip to a campsite, you romanticize having a campsite love story. But this time it ends up coming true.

Henry Hart X f!reader

Warnings: Cussing

Coraline speaking: heyy guys, I had a scenario like this play out in my head before bed last night because I'm gonna be at a campsite this weekend so enjoy my hopeful thinking lol.

Also I think imma make this a mini series of 4 because I don't want it to be just one long story. So if y'all would be interested in that then go to the next part --->

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (still in the writing phase)

"Good morning!" My mom screams as she busts down my door at 7 am. Why do we have to leave so early, I think to myself as I turn away from the door as she throws open my black out curtains. "I'm up, I'm up." I say groaning and getting out of bed.

I walk into the bathroom and start to get ready for the day. After I've gotten dressed and what not I started double checking my bag for all the stuff I insist I need. I mentally do a checklist and decide I've got it all. After that I go help load everything up into the van. Then we have last minute bathroom time, grab any DVD's and snacks and get the hell in the car.

Since I'm the oldest under 18 I get the farthest back seat to myself so I can lay down and relax. I put my eye mask on, air pods in, and go back to sleep for a while.

I wake up with about an hour till we arrive at the campsite so I just play games on my phone and day dream. I start to let my mind wander to the what if's. Like what if I meet a cute guy and we actually hit it off. Maybe we'd go on a date and walk around at night together. Ooo or we could go to the playground and just swing for a bit, or maybe we can do the tye dye day and make matching clothes or make something for one another. There's just so many possibilities. And I think of them all as we pull into the campsite and to the cabin we will be staying in.

"Well this is our home for the next 4 days." My dad says as he starts to unload the van quickly since it's so hot outside. My mom said to unpack my stuff and just go have fun and maybe make some friends.

Worst idea ever I think to myself as I kick a rock down a path to the playground. I'm probably just gonna swing for a bit while listening to music and then just go back to the cabin. I hate making friends.

"Watch out!!" I hear three voices yell at me. I did indeed attempt to duck but I was not fast enough apparently. The basketball proceeded to hit my head as I scrunched up my face on impact.

"Ow" I groan rubbing my head and picking up the ball. I look up to hand it to the person that had the terrible shot and hit me. Just to see a teenager run up.

Gods was he hot. It felt like he was running in slow mow over to me.

Blonde hair, chocolatey brown eyes, chiseled jaw, and his shirt off. Holy shit I think he has a 6 pack.

"Hey, sorry about that my sister has bad aim." He apologizes as he seems to search me for further injuries. "Oh it's all good." I say still holding my head. Man I'm gonna need an ice pack later I think to myself.

"Is your head ok? We have ice packs I can give you from my cabin it's like maybe down the street from here." He says almost reading my mind. "Actually I will take you up on that because my head feels like it's throbbing and the ice will cool me down from this heat." I reply removing my hand from my head.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi Jalebi! How are you? I hope you’re doing well, I just saw your IPK edit on Instagram for its 13th anniversary and it’s so so good, really amazing.

My question is regarding consummation episode, like I have no doubt in my mind about whether they consummated or not but what really confuses me is the scene that’s followed by later on. Usually in any after consummation scene we see couple in the bed together cuddling but here Arnav and Khushi were in different places. And considering the fact that Khushi remembered all of it and then Arnav and Khushi also talked about it proves that it wasn’t their dream or imagination.

Then why they were shown in separate place? Is it because Arnav drove back home and dropped Khushi at Laxminagar so that their families don’t find out?

Hello Anon!

I'm doing well and thank you so much for loving my edit <3 (It's on instagram) I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME DOING IT :")

Lol you answered your question by yourself but this is my fav scene so here's a lengthy answer.

Ok, this is where our minds fill in. Cause even though TV shows things in far more detail than films do, sometimes they leave a gap where we can draw enough conclusion.

Off screen note: While I would've loved a post sex scene (which is also common in ITV), I do think they didn't have Barun for much time cause it was his birthday (I crack up every time I remember dude shot a consummation sequence for his birthday, lol insert Sanaya Nakuul laughing their heads off at this trivia), which means that apart from the vital consummation sequence, the rest of the episodes where filled with other characters and things they had to do. Which plot wise, imo, doesn't affect anything at all, it was cute seeing what the fam was upto.

I do think a few of us were like did it happen or not (pat on our backs for going yeah man let them make out pre marriage), but also there was a weird lot who was obsessed with thinking they are married so sex is ok or no they didn't have sex cause weren't married properly yet.

But yes, generally TV will have a sequence and I personally love after sex sequences cause it's just so warm and full of fuzzy feels.

Off screen note: Also, wtf was the editor thinking cutting out the shot where Arnav removes Khushi's waist chain? Sigh, that's sooo rude of them to cut.

But coming back to point before this gets too long, what happened was that Arnav-Khushi had great sex, and Arnav quietly dropped Khushi off to her home. He probably waited until she fell asleep and he sneaked out back because, lol, they are getting married in a few hours and the whole house would be up and it would be strange finding the groom in the bride's bed.

Lol.

NK would have a field day though.

So then we see that Khushi wakes up calling for Arnav, remembers she is back at home, thinks more about having had great first time sex and has an adorable moment of OMG I AM GETTING MARRIED TODAY.

Also, they do have the classic 'post sex talk' later in the day. Like the show does a fab job of showing that everything is going in a rush! Like everything is being done asap - and literally the only time Arnav and Khushi do get to chat is legit when they're dressing up.

They barely have the privacy to have a detailed conversation (I love that they TALK when it comes to sex) nor the time so it's just a sweet succinct conversation.

And it's probably my favorite scene in the show cause confident/mature Khushi and sensitive/vulnerable Arnav is my favorite combination.

Arnav's hesitation shows that honestly post sex they really didn't have time so they probably had to race home! Which is why he didn't get to aftercare much, didn't get to ask her how she's feeling. Perhaps he wanted to say more, reassure more. He knows what sex means to her - if just in case she felt pressured or had regrets or even the basic fact it was her first time, if she's feeling ok.

He corrects his question that if she's feeling ok after last night.

And that's what Khushi answers. She hears what he wants to say and not only says that she's fine but that she enjoyed it, literally enjoyed every minute of it and she can't wait to see him.

And Arnav lets out a sigh of relief.

It's one of my favorite scenes in the show. You know the ones which seal that the couple gets a happily ever after? This one.

Best,

Jalebi

P.S: Yes I love this scene. It gives me butterflies till date.

[jentledaisies]

Hi, I'm not sure if you are taking requests yet, but could I ask for what date night would look like with the mafia pinks? Thank you!

hey! yea all of the 'games' on my blog are now active! so yandere game and art club! mini-games too but i don't have the main page for that ready yet lol

ok so dates for the four girlies!! now this would rely a lot on both their yandere-type as well as how they just are personality-wise!

JISOO

Jisoo is honestly such a cool person when it comes when it comes to her personality, as we know. and as a yandere, she's reallyyyyy possessive over her S/O and wants to keep them all to herself.

a typical date with mafia!Jisoo would be an [AT HOME DATE] ! now, she'd go all out for it, of course, even if it's something small. she'd curate th home to be accommodating to home-dates with special fairy lights, extra cozy blankets/pillows, couches/beds that are extra soft and made for lounging (I'm talking ab that human-sized dog bed type shit) and many more. on home dinner dates she'd find a way to specially cook what you like (cook being used loosely because girly cannot be trusted in the kitchen) so maybe bringing in a chef behind you or finding a way to get your favorite food brought home, even if the restaurant doesn't do takeout.

(one notable instance being when she brought home the che from your favorite restaurant behind your back and jennie chewing her out for spending 1 billion won on that)

JENNIE

Jennie is a lot like Jisoo, but she's also kind of narcissistic and wants to show you off. she also lovesss to brag about her money, especially to you. (she thinks it proves to you that she can take care of you better than anyone else, and in her heart she thinks it'll keep you from leaving her)

Mafia!Jennie's typical date with her S/O would [PRIVATE EVENTS] ! She would rent out spaces and buildings and even entire strips of towns. You wanna go shopping? she'll rent out not one mall, but three! You want to go to the beach? she'll have city officials lying ab some disaster just for the two of you to be there. she loves doing things like that for you, and there's nothing she wouldn't try (and succeed) at renting for you. she'd buy it if she had no other choice.

ROSÉ

you thought jennie was narcissistic? mafia!rosé is eveennn worse my dear! she'll make you feel sooooo special on a date but let's all be very clear she's showing you the fuck off. ok you will be having a damn good time and her hand will remain on your waist. PDA? her best friend. she will make it every clear, only she's making you that happy.

ideal date with mafia!rosie would also be in familiar, lowlit places where she'd be most comfortable. typically it would be [BAR/PARTY DATES] where she'd feel comfortable showing you off in. she's reckless in her bragging, but she's not an idiot. she'll go to places she owns, with her guards and her protection.

LISA

lisa is a sweetheart at her core, all the dates revolve around you. of course, she'll take her own precautions to ensure that you're safe and you can't get hurt, but other than that she loves to do what you like best.

mafia!lisa's favorite date would be [CLASS DATES] ! which sounds weird but i mean like, pottery classes or baking classes. she loves learning how to do things you like, and will often take up many of the things the two of you learn as hobbies she continues. When you wanted to learn knitting and a month later she had made you one of those fluffy blankets. or when you wanted to learn to make macarons so she booked a month long baking course where the two of you learned many different french pastries (all of which she bakes for you. it's all very cozy and sweet t the point where it's tooth aching because she's got her arms around you and a smile on your face and everything is so loving.