#or to be staring up at them unable to stop smiling and giggling in anticipation

[delugyu]

kinda need a dilf soobin fic after seeing this tweet im literally sooo needy for him and soobin and impregnation kink go hand in hand hell yeah

https://x.com/twelve05cm/status/1909199625203986476?s=46&t=U4fjq0fKz8UIHAp0_D907w

dilf soobin is something so special to me

(wc: 2.8k / warnings: marriage au, breeding kink, tons of body worship, oral (f rec.), so much kissing, unprotected sex)

soobin has been wanting to become a dad for a while. you’ve been married for a year now, and the rate at which he’s mentioned having kids has only increased over the past few months. you usually laugh it off and tell him you’re not quite ready, but right now, watching him goof around with your friend’s two daughters… you’ll admit, your womb feels a little empty.

there’s something so pure in his eyes when he looks at these kids. he’s like a gentle giant, treating them so carefully and talking to them so patiently. your heart soars when you watch the girls lean into soobin, little arms wrapping around his big body. the sight is so cute that you can’t stop staring.

your friend takes notice of your staring. “baby fever?” she asks with a knowing grin on her face. you turn to her with a guilty smile. she continues, “i could smell it off you from a mile away.”

“isn’t it so cute?” you say, watching as one of your friend’s daughters play with soobin’s hair. the other stays attached to soobin’s hip, entertained just by chasing soobin’s hand that he playfully pulls from her tiny one.

“it is,” your friend agrees. “you two would be amazing parents.” her statement almost makes you tear up. you can picture it so clearly: standing in your yard with soobin, watching your child run around in the grass. you really want that some day. in fact—

“i kind of want to start a family,” you tell soobin once you get back home and in your bedroom. he blinks at you, standing dumbly for a moment like he hasn’t processed your words. you walk toward him, unable to contain your excitement. you’re so giddy about finally feeling ready to give soobin what he’d always dreamed of.

his starstruck face is so funny. you cup his cheeks and give him a short, sweet kiss. his eyes scan yours like he needs to know that this moment is actually real. you kiss him once more to prove it.

“soobin,” you say, thumbs rubbing the apple of his cheeks. “i’m really ready now.”

he kisses you like he can’t hold himself back, hands clutching onto your waist to pull your body into his. it’s hard to kiss him when the two of you are smiling so widely and giggling so much. your hands shift to his shoulders, caressing him lovingly. there’s a slight buzz in your body from all the anticipation.

“baby,” he says, pulling away from the kiss to look you in the eye once more. “are you sure?” he gently guides you backward onto the bed, laying you down like you’re fragile and precious.

“i’m really sure. i want to give you a child, and i want to be a good mom, and i want to make you a dad. i want a family of our own.” your words are so sincere that it almost chokes you up. soobin stares at you with such love and adoration in his eyes that it would be impossible to not want to give everything to him—your heart, your body, your life, your future.

he takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth. he kisses your ring finger, right over your wedding band, and it feels like falling in love all over again. it feels like the start of the rest of your life.

“i love you so much,” he says, devotion dripping off his words. his hands pull your skirt off slowly while his lips find yours. his touch runs along your thighs, feeling up and attending to all your flesh. he parts from the kiss to pull your shirt over your head, then strips you of your bra. you sigh out when he wraps his lips around your nipple, threading your fingers through his hair.

“i love you too,” you breathe out, hips rolling up into his. his hands eat up every inch of your skin as his mouth worships you. “so much. more than you could ever know,” you add. his hand travels down between your thighs, rubbing at the junction and pulling a moan from you.

his tongue flicks across your nipple before he pulls away, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to your skin. the hand that’s not pleasuring your center moves to cup and squeeze your breasts, watching your reactions diligently. he circles his thumb around your pebbled bud and smiles fondly when it makes you keen. he pinches your nipple, then soothes it, then brings his other hand up from your core so he can focus on both your mounds.

he massages your tits with careful hands, slender fingers so skillful and attuned to your pleasure. he knows everything there is to know about you, including what gets you the wettest. he’s toying with your body in the exact ways he’s learned works best over the years, and it’s effective. you can’t control the way your back arches into the feeling, gasping and clutching onto the bed sheets.

“my pretty wife,” he praises, leaning down to place a kiss over your heart. he continues to pepper kisses across your chest and collarbones, keeping his mouth and fingers busy with spoiling you. “i want to be with you forever.”

“mhm,” you hum, but it sounds much more like a moan than an earnest agreement. your mouth drops open, hips grinding desperately into the air in search of some relief for the pressure between your legs. he notices and takes pity on you, returning one of his hands to your clothed slit. he runs a finger over your folds, and your legs shake at the sensation. he rubs tight circles over your clit, unhurried and focused. your hips continue to jerk up, chasing the relief soobin provides you.

“my pretty baby’s feeling good?” he asks, pinching and tugging at your nipples, making sure to give both your breasts attention. you nod feverishly, making him hum in satisfaction. “yeah, gotta keep you happy. gotta keep you wet, right? keep this little cunt nice and wet.” he presses his finger down on your clit and runs it through your folds as if to prove his point, stopping at your entrance to feel the arousal seeping through the thin material of your panties.

he pulls your panties to the side and holds your hips up a bit so he can watch your cunt ooze out. he runs his hands down your thighs soothingly, caressing the flesh as your pussy continues to leak. he licks a stripe up your neck, greedy hands moving to your waist, then your breasts, your arms, your hands. he intertwines his fingers with yours and holds them at either side of your head, mouth meeting yours again for a searing kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, licking desperately into you while you grind against him.

your body keeps jolting, so incredibly on edge, feeling like you need almost nothing to push you over. you’re so worked up that you feel insane. your hands tighten their grip on soobin’s, desperate to take in as much of him as you can.

“i really need you,” you whine as you disconnect from his hot lips, stomach muscles clenching from how close you already feel. “hurts so bad, soobin. please, baby.”

he coos at you and kisses your cheek. he trails his kisses from your cheek back to your mouth, licking your bottom lip with need. you open your mouth readily, letting him tangle his tongue with yours again. you feel pathetic with how much you’re whining and moaning, and more so when you realize how bad you’re trembling.

soobin attaches his mouth to your throat, sucking and nipping at your skin eagerly. his hands stay in yours, not loosening his grip even as he continues trailing his tongue down. he coats you in his kisses, loving every inch of your skin that he can. his tongue laves over your navel, kissing all over your stomach and biting your waist.

“soobin, please,” you beg yet again. he looks up at you from where he now rests between your legs, keeping eye contact as he runs his tongue over your cunt. your hands release from his as they fly to your tits, playing with yourself as soobin tends to your slit.

his tongue dives into your hole, nose pressed against your clit as he curls the muscle up inside you. you cry out, and soobin has to hold your legs apart to keep them from dancing around everywhere. he moans as he licks further into you, movements desperate as he shuts his eyes to focus on working his tongue inside you.

“so close..!” you yelp out, clutching onto strands of his hair as you pull his face closer to you. he groans at that, and the vibrations leave your body jolting. “nngh—gonna cum on your face, baby.”

his hungry slurps and moans serve as encouragement for you to grind harder against his face. you’re nearly seeing stars when he starts flicking his tongue around, riding his face in a sloppy rhythm as your high starts crashing over you.

“fuck, soobin, that’s it! god, right fucking there,” you moan. he presses his face as close to you as he can possibly get, and his fingers sink deep into your thighs with his effort to hold you open. he laps up all the cum that pools out of you, aching for as much of it as he can get.

he pulls away once your body stills, licking his lips as his eyes run down your body. “you’re so hot,” he says, coming up to steal a kiss from you. your hands clumsily try to peel his shirt off of him, and he decides to have mercy and help you out after a minute of struggling. you’re still shaky, so getting soobin out of his clothes is a bit of a hard task.

you bite down on your lip as you watch soobin take off his pants and boxers. his cock is rock hard and weeping, and your mouth pools with saliva at the sight. you grab onto his shaft, pumping him slowly, but he grabs your wrist to stop your movements. you blink up at him in question.

“gonna cum too soon if you do that,” he explains. his hand runs over your lower stomach, pressing down where your womb is. “need to spill myself deep in here.” he presses his palm down harder, and your legs clamp shut at the unexpected pleasure.

he pries your legs back open and directs his tip to your sopping entrance. his eyes are lustful and unfocused as he hovers his face over yours. “fuck me,” you plead pathetically.

“i’ll fuck you,” he agrees. he starts pushing himself in.

“give me a baby,” you add, parting your legs a little wider in invitation, even as he’s already sheathing himself inside you. his hips push much further into you at your raunchy words.

“i’m going to,” he promises. his eyes are dark, and he doesn’t look away for a second. you bask in the intensity of the moment, letting the sensuality consume you. “you’ll be a mommy. you’ll make me so happy.”

he grinds his pelvis against you when he bottoms out, letting you squirm and gasp beneath him. his hand find your clit, rubbing messily over it like he’s already trying to get you to cum. you widen your eyes and grasp onto his wrist, but he doesn’t stop.

“s-soobin,” you moan.

“just give me another orgasm, baby,” he says, starting to fuck you now. his pace quickly turns relentless and sloppy, trying to bring you over the edge.

your eyes roll back as he hammers into you, angling his hips up until he hits a spot that makes you cry. “fuck! there!” you sob, clutching onto soobin for dear life.

“yeah? here?” he asks, breathless, hitting the spot again. your answer comes in the form of a broken moan, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes. “right there, huh, baby… feels so good, i know.” his voice is so soft but deep and sexy. matters are only made worse when he presses against your lower stomach again, making your legs kick out.

“i’m gonna cum,” you warn, and soobin doubles his efforts to get you there.

“yeah, let me feel it, pretty. promise i’ll give you a baby right after,” he rambles, placing a hundred wet kisses onto your neck and shoulders. your walls clamp down over him, and your legs tighten around soobin’s waist as you cum. he sings praises against your skin, voice all gravelly and dark. it makes you shiver.

what’s more exciting is the rush you feel right after you cum. every inch of your body is alight, extra sensitive, extra receptive, all because you know what comes next. soobin smiles down at you, so fond and adoring that you can’t help but steal one of his hands to take in your own.

“take it from me,” you whisper. “my womb is yours. just like my heart, just like my soul.” soobin’s hand flattens out over your stomach. he stares at you like he’s never longed for something more in his life.

“i’ll give you the world,” soobin whispers back, sealing his promise with a kiss on your lips. he slowly starts fucking you again, taking his time. “you gave me everything. let me be the best man you could ask for.”

and he is. he’s such a good husband that you wonder how you could have gotten so lucky in this life. he loves you more than you thought was ever possible, and you never question his devotion. he’s the only man you’d ever want this with. you want all of yourself to be his, just as all of him is yours.

“i love you,” you declare as you place your palm over his beating heart. his pace hastens at your words, as if you’ve activated something inside him. his thrusts are deep and purposeful, and you’ve never felt more connected to him than you do now.

“you’ll take all of me,” he says, getting lost in the moment. you want him to fall into the feeling, to succumb to his instincts and claim your body for good. “you’ll carry my baby like a good wife.”

you whine at his words and the roughness of his voice. “i will,” you agree.

“and i’ll keep you nice and full,” soobin continues, jackhammering into you now. your eyes shut as you allow him to take you as he pleases, feeling ecstasy fill your veins at the promise of carrying soobin’s child.

“need to feel you cum in me,” you plead, grabbing onto him desperately.

“yeah? i’ll drain myself inside you. plug you up real good so nothing goes to waste.” he’s frantic now, hands squeezing your flesh as he chases his high. your head spins, needing him to release inside you already.

“do it, need it..!” he doesn’t leave you waiting long, bottoming out and spilling inside your warm walls with a harsh slam.

“fuck, baby… stay still for me, keep it all in,” he groans, hands running all over your body like he can’t decide what to pay attention to. he ends up settling on your hips, pulling you flush against him so that there’s no chance of any of his seed escaping you. he’s breathing heavily on top of you, so hard that you’re a little concerned.

“binnie?” you ask, making sure he’s okay. he lifts his head toward you and smiles a little, eyes softening as his climax fades.

“baby?” he answers with a cute giggle. he kisses your jaw, pulling away with a loud smooching sound. you can’t help but laugh at his endearing antics. “i can’t tell you how happy i am.”

“you don’t have to. i can see it all over your face,” you say, running a hand through his sweaty hair. you stare at him in silent admiration for a few seconds, letting the butterflies swarm in your stomach. “i’m excited too.”

soobin rests his head on your chest. “i can feel your heartbeat,” he comments.

“mhm, just for you.” you close your eyes and let the bliss of the moment ease you toward sleep. you feel soobin intertwine his hand in yours once again.

“you’re gonna be a mommy~” soobin says, all dorky and giddy.

“and you’ll be the best dad ever,” you add. you run a hand down his back in the way you know gets him tired. “now let’s rest.”

you drift off imagining that not-so-far-away world where you and soobin watch your kid run wild in the yard. you don’t think you stop smiling even when you sleep.

[ticklingmesoftly]

When you're play-wrestling or in a tickle fight and you're doing okay and fighting them off and then they pin your arm or your leg or your ankle and you try to get away but you can't and they realize it as soon as you do and they do that cocky laugh and smirk and say something about you being trapped and you know you're fucked and you get that instant feeling of dread and your eyes widen and you immediately start begging "no no no, waitwaitwait, please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- " and you're already giggling and it's coming and you can't stop it and AGHHHHHH.

... just saying I'm totally normal about it. 🫠

[bbystark]

♡ simon is a bad stalker part 4 ♡

badstalker!simon x reader series - pt one two three

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summary: the date you've been waiting for dreading.

a/n: so i did the thing again where i dissapeared lol but IM BACK plz enjoy my offering

you get home safely, with soap, and you don't say a singular word. just kind of dumbly stare out the window and then at him when he helps you out of the car and into your house.

you can't stop thinking about ghost, and the fact that you quite literally cornered yourself into going on a date with your stalker

you really chalk it up to having some type of third response to danger, fight, flight or say the most ridiculous thing you possibly can. obviously you chose the third.

you go to bed that night with your cat in your arms, as if they can protect you from you're own stupid decision. you're shivering no matter how warm you try to get, and your cat throws you irritated side eyes.

you wake up with no sign of ghost. no calls, no texts, no emails. you try not to think about if he was in the house while you slept, like he had been before.

you try to have a normal day, but you're plagued with anxiety and anticipation

you decide to go outside, walk to the little coffee shop that's nearby to get fresh air and be somewhere you knew ghost hadn't been

you spend a few hours out, window shopping and trying to clear your head. you head back when the sun starts to go down, not keen on being out after dark.

what you come back to is almost comical.

you stumble through the door, eyes snapping to the huge figure in your kitchen. he turns around suddenly, and your cat is in his arms, rubbing her face against his mask. you only see it for half a second before he's setting them on the counter faster than you can blink. your cat lets out an irritated meow, and somehow even through the mask, ghost looks guilty

you laugh, you honest to god laugh. "oh my god. you fucking traitor." you whisper at your cat, trying to suppress your giggles. yeah, add this to the list of danger responses.

ghost straightens, and then you notice your surroundings. there's roses in a vase on your table, and he's cooking, there's at least 3 different pans and it smells incredible and you're dumbfounded. you stare at him, unable to say anything.

"welcome to your date love." he turns back to the stove, and you're grateful, because you feel like you can't move while he's looking. like one wrong move will make him snap and your worst nightmares will come true. you keep reminding yourself that nothing has happened before, and you take a seat in the chair at the table closest to the door.

"um, the roses are nice." you can see him cooking at this angle. "glad you like 'em. dinner will be done in a few." he doesn't turn around. he doesn't know how this will go, he's expecting you to run out at any moment, screaming bloody murder. he's trying to help you feel safe by turning his back, giving you the upper hand (or at least the illusion of the upper hand).

underneath that worry though, ghost was thriving in this scenario. it was like watching all of his fantasies come true, he couldn't help but preen under your compliment, and the ability to show you he can provide

you're still a little in shock. you don't say anything as ghost serves you dinner, your favorite, not surprising. you watch as he rolls up his mask, and takes a bite. it still doesn't convince you of the possibility of it being drugged.

"it's alright dove, not 'ere to hurt you, just 'ere to give you the date i promised." as he says it, your cat jumps onto the table, knocking over a glass of water. ghost stands, and looks down to find all the water had made it directly into his lap.

you find yourself laughing for the second time of the night. here your stalker is, looking like he peed himself. he chuckles himself, and you have to look away when you see his lopsided smile. you stand and grab a towel, temporarily forgetting the situation you were in. it was way too easy to see this as a real first date, awkward parts and all.

"thanks." he sits back down, clearing his throat. the proximity to you was intoxicating, but he was still worried about running you off.

you sit back down too, and take and slowly take a bite of the food. it's delicious, and you still can't believe the absurdity of the situation. "this is really great ghost. really." your voice is small, and music to his ears.

"thank you. m'sorry about breaking in. swear 'm just trying to make your life easier."

you decide to start testing boundaries, as one would. "maybe, since this is going... okay, you can stop coming in when i don't know? like maybe we can just keep doing this every once in a while?" damage control is all you can think of.

ghost thinks for a moment. "i dunno about that one love. how 'bout i give you a heads up when i do come in?"

"no more coming in here while i'm sleeping. and you still have to tell me when you're in my house."

"alright," he crosses his arm and leans back on the chair. do you hate how big he is because you're scared, or because you secretly like it? "i tell you when i come over, and no more coming in at night. but you 'ave to promise me one date a week."

you can't believe you're negotiating with this man. "okay." you concede.

he smiles and pulls his mask back down. he makes his way over to you, stroking your hair for half a second before clearing your plate. "look at us. arguing like a proper old couple already. "

as he does the dishes, you ask him more questions. he's answers as truthfully as he can, leaving out details here and there. no need to startle you.

you learn he was in the military, that the two men are some of the only people he's close with, that he trusts. besides you, of course. you feel like he throws that in to tell you to be wary of using this information against him.

from what you can tell, this is just a severely damaged man. the actions he was taking against you was just his reaction to loneliness, and his need to provide.

against your will, you feel the need to help him fill that hole. the need to tread lightly dissipates by the minute, and against your better judgement, you find yourself enjoying his company. and hey, he made dinner and did the dishes. that has to speak to his character somehow

later, he grabs your hand and runs rough fingers over your soft knuckles. promises he'll call, and then leaves.

and you're left alone, forced to do what you've done a lot lately; ponder your life decisions, and think about the large, surprisingly harmless stalker of yours..

[specshroom]

★ - Some assistance

You and your boyfriend are lounging on the couch in the living room, winding down after a long day. He's drinking his evening tea and reading while you unsuccessfully distract yourself by flicking through channels on the TV. You decide to just come out and ask what you've been meaning to ask for awhile now.

"Kento? Do you think you could make me squirt?"

This poor man chokes on his tea and almost messes it on his home shirt. He just looks at you with a face that says "Why would you ask me something like that so suddenly?" You just look at him deadpan waiting for his response. He clears his throat and composes himself, realising it was a somewhat serious question and his girlfriend (soon to be fiancé, hopefully) wasn't just playing some dumb joke. 

"Well... I'm sure I could try, Y/n. But why bring that up so out of the blue, if you mind me asking."

He responds, as polite as always. He makes you feel so safe in his presence it's almost supernatural.

"Uh... I've just been thinking about it for awhile, I guess." He places his mug on the coffee table, the one that says "Live, Laugh, Love" in exaggerated curly font, courtesy of Gojo. He doesn't know why you insist on making his tea in that mug but he drinks it every time anyway. He brings your legs into his lap and lightly massages them silently asking you to continue. 

"I'm just curious to see if I can is all. Whenever I've tried to do it myself, I always just get too sensitive and stop, but... If I had someone else do it, I think I might actually be able to."

You explain this to him almost like a scientist explains their hypothesis, like you've thought about it for awhile. He rubs under your shins and thinks for a bit. he would very much like to be the one to make you squirt and he's confident in his abilities but he also doesn't want you to be upset if you end up not being able to do it.

"I also just think it would be really hot if you made me squirt." 

That breaks him out of his thoughts with a disbelieving huff. 

"The problem is that when I get sensitive I'm gonna be yelling for you to stop out of second nature. But you can't stop Kento, you have to keep going until I either squirt or say the safe word. Can you do that, Baby?" Nanami looks up at your serious face, you really have thought about this quite a bit. He nods his head, sealing the deal. You just stare at eachother for a moment longer, the TV still going in the back. You break out in a smile, unable to keep the semi-serious atmosphere. 

"Can- can we do it now?" You ask the man on the opposite end of the couch while you try and stifle a giggle. 

Nanami smiles and pulls you closer to him by your legs. You yelp as you get yanked into his lap where he attacks your neck with kisses. He hoists you up and starts walking to the bedroom. Once he sets you onto your shared bed, you start removing your shirt and shorts while he rummages in the cupboard for a towel that he puts down on the bed before undressing himself.

You're almost shaking with excitement and anticipation. Nanami sits against the headboard in nothing but his boxers, placing the towel on the bed in front of him. He watches as you turn to him with that sultry look in your eyes. You crawl your way up the bed on all fours until you're right between his muscular thighs. Your hands glide up his thighs and waist, you kiss him with need and he reciprocates. You break the connection to feel yourself up infront of him and sensually take off your bra. You present yourself to him and kiss him again before turning around and pressing your back to his chest. 

His hands go to your waist to gently squeeze and rub there. You spare no flare when taking off your panties and you adjust yourself so that both your legs are wide open, slightly bent and his stronger ones are over yours, forcing them to stay open.

"Put your legs like this so that it stops me from closing mine when it gets too sensitive." 

You say as you help him into the position you want. Nanami chuckles and bends down to say lowly into your ear.

"You really have thought this whole thing through, huh?" 

You flush and nod your head as his hand moves down your body to where you want him the most. His touch is gentle at first, lightly stroking down your clit and lips, gathering wetness with his fingers. He starts to work his finger into you and gently rubs your clit with the other hand, coaxing you to melt into his touch. You start moaning and groaning with the pleasure your wonderful boyfriend is giving you. 

With both his hands working on your pussy so diligently, it's no wonder your first orgasm washes over you pretty quickly. Nanami keeps going at the same steady pace after you cum and it's the first out of the ordinary occurrence in this session. You usually would get a grace period after you cum to come down from the high but you and Nanami have a goal. The fact that you get no chance to come down at all is fucking with your brain and the fucked out feeling is just multiplying every second his strong hands play with your pussy. 

Nanami lays back a bit, forcing you to also lay back and expose yourself a bit more as you begin to writhe and squirm. One hand is still diligently circling your clit as he works his two middle fingers into you, slamming into that perfect spot inside you over and over and over again. You get louder and more frantic as the second orgasm hits you. Your head falls back on Nanamis chest as you groan his name. 

"Uuuuh Fuck! Feels so good Kento, soo good, so good, s' good, s' good, s' gud." You mumble and moan to him. Your second orgasm hits you full force and the pleasure doesn't stop or slow down, in fact it only gets more intense. He doesn't even slow down despite you're kicking legs and bucking hips.

Nanami eventually brings you to a third orgasm, now things really start to feel sensitive and your whines and cries of overstimulation get louder but the man doesn't tire. He keeps going, mumbling things like "Cmon, cmon Love." And "You can do it Darling". 

Before you know it the fourth wave hits you like a train, this is where you get frantically desperate as you realize he isnt even slowing down. You're now actively trying to get out of his iron hold, trying to close your legs just a little but his strong thighs keep you open for him. You're squirming and struggling and crying out.

"Wait wait wait wait!".

Your pussy is so raw and sensitive, you almost beg him to slow down but the man is going even stronger now. He's more precise with his movements, touching all the right spots with just the right amount of force to make you weep. 

"Wait Ken! It's sensitive, stoooop stopstopstop!" You hands go to his to try and make him slow down a little but Nanami isn't having any of that. You set out a goal for yourself and clear rules. He is going to make sure you reach your goals like the good partner he is.

He cages your arms against your chest with one arm hugged around you while the other still goes at your clit, rubbing frantic but deliberate circles into the pink flesh with his callous palm. The wet slick sounds of your pussy being bullied by the man you love are drowned out by the sounds coming from your mouth.

You're screaming now, legs shaking and kicking, not nearly strong enough to budge against Nanami's thick thighs forcing them wide open. Your entire body begins convulsing and spasming, you swear you feel like you're going to pee but you don't even have the mind to be concerned about that. You can only scream an intelligible jumble of pleas at this point as your nails dig into his arm. 

"Cmon Honey, just one more f'me, your doing so well."

The praise makes you go even dumber as you're quickly brought to the end of your rope. The last strand snaps and a tidel wave of violent hot pleasure comes crashing down on your entire being. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your screams turn to silent hiccups and overwhelmed chokes.

Your body convulses violently and your back arches off Nanamis chest as he holds you tightly to his chest. It's by far the most intense orgasm of your life and you don't even register the jet of clear liquid shooting out from you untill you hear Nanamis loud groan at the sight.

"There you go, that's my girl."

You're brought back to earth and let out a long groan as Nanami presses up on the hood of your clit to force more squirt out of you, the feeling is even more euphoric than you thought it could ever be. 

Nanami pats your pussy, making sure he gets every last drop out as your wetness trickles down your pussy and ass onto the towel Nanami set down, which was definitely not enough to keep the bed dry. You drop your body completely limp onto Nanamis chest as you both catch your breath.

Nanami releases your arms and your hand immediately goes to cup your swollen, abused pussy with a whine. Nanami chuckles and runs his hands down your back and around your waist, soothing you, bringing you down gently while mumbling little praises. You curl up on top of him and dig your face into his neck with another small whine. 

"Love you s'much." You mumble into his hot skin. He chuckles at you once again. 

"I love you too, Baby."

-★

[bisayawa]

freckles & blades & helping hands

✎___ husband!diluc × spouse!reader

✎___ a/n: domestic fluff (literally just a soft scene of diluc shaving his scruff), i aged diluc up a bit i think. use of the pet name honey. somewhat inspired by @/mmmairon's art of beefy, gentle, kind diluc :> 730~ words, not proofread; art by ary scheffer.

"do you need any help?"

legs swinging on the counter top, you lean in & stare, eyes glazing over the handsome lines of your husband's face on the mirror. he has a few crow's feet near his temples. whenever you point it out, he'll always say the wrinkles are evidence of you, you who make him smile & laugh & chuckle until his stomach hurts. it's evidence of a life laughter, he'd say.

the sharp stipple of the razor cuts through the silence.

"no, honey," he says, turning his head & angling the blade to the scruff on his jaw. "it's alright."

the words are spoken softly. it was jarring a few years ago, hearing words of buttercream & sweetness come from a man such as diluc, hulking, dignified, broad-shouldered, almost always with a dour expression on his face.

there was a handsomeness to the gloom before. the sharpness of brows, the bite of his frowns, the particular wrinkle when he scrunches his nose... but you have to admit, the allure is multiplied tenfold when he's all honeyed & dewy-eyed, softer than a cloud.

"i could do it for you, you know?"

his eyes never leave the mirror.

"i still don't understand this... fixation you have," he angles his face in an almost-quarter turn. "i'm just shaving, hon. it's no event you have to witness."

"of course, it is." you lean a little closer. "it's like an unveiling. my husband is showing his true face, one without scruff or stubble."

"an unveiling― ?" his shoulders shake & he puts down the razor for a few moments, small bouts of giggles floating through the room.

he rights himself.

"behave. i'm never gonna finished in time." his stern voice is all for show. he's smiling as he says the words.

a beat passes.

"but isn't it though? they'll finally see all your face. happy wrinkles & all."

he's struggling to fix his lip into a line, unable to stop it from curling into a smile. he's repeating your last few words, mouthing them out as he brings down the razor.

the silence after then is sweet, filled with curious looks towards his face filled with foam & other little chuckles.

"so..." your voice cuts through.

"so...?"

"could i do it for you?"

he taps the razor on the marble sink, shucking hair & foam off the blade.

"you don't know how..." another swipe of the razor.

"you could teach me." tap tap.

"i've..." swipe. "already started." tap

"just the basics." swipe. "an impromptu lesson, yeah? against the grain & all that?"

"it's with the grain, honey."

"right, yeah... i knew that... so are you gonna teach me?"

"hm..."

"oh? usually it's a big, disapproving hrrrnn..."

"you've catalogued my grousing?"

"yup yup, because i am a good spouse who tends to the needs of my husband."

he laughs at that, quietly. another wrinkle on his temple.

"alright, alright... here..."

he gives the razor, grasping it in your hand. he's gentle, careful, righting your hold of the blade.

"okay... here's how it should be..." he guides your hand towards his cheek, speaking in soft murmurs. "just like how my father taught me. listen."

he pulls down, a swipe against his face. hair & foam give way for his pale skin.

"there. let the blade do the work, honey. don't push too harshly."

he makes another swipe, his hand still guiding yours.

"here, just like this." swipe swipe swipe. "you wanna try?"

your small palm finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. brows furrow in concentration as the razor anticipates the next swipe.

"careful, honey, okay?" the warmth of his hand leaves. "i trust you."

shaking fingers steel themselves. the blade goes still before landing on the softness of his skin. it coasts across his jaw, cold metal kissing warm flesh. the line is carved against the shaving foam, no longer obscuring his face.

the swipe is finished. the trust was not betrayed. the result of your work is there upon the blade, as patches of coarse hair & crisp shaving foam.

"how was that?" you murmur.

"wonderful." he's staring into your eyes, not at the razor like you expected. "would you like to keep going?"

"yes, please." you poke at his newly shaven jaw. "i've never noticed your little freckle here."

"i have a few." he pinches your nose. "let's keep going. maybe we can find a few more."

[lustfulslxt]

Okay could I request a Matt X Chris’s bsf! Reader. Like Chris knows his bestie has it BAD for his brother and he tries to set them up

Divulgence- Matt Sturniolo

warnings : idk, corny dad jokes that i legit died laughing over lmaoo

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“What did the blanket say as it fell off the bed?” Chris asks, hardly able to hold in his giggles. “Oh sheet!”

Matt and I simultaneously burst into laughter, dramatically falling into one another as we struggle to catch our breaths. Chris starts rolling on the floor, his screams sounding throughout the house as he flails his limbs.

“What do you call a man with a rubber toe?” Matt asks, a goofy grin spread over his lips. “Roberto.”

I can’t help but repeatedly hit the couch as my laughter starts up again, completely amused at their corny jokes. Chris is back up for just a second, grabbing onto Matt’s shoulders before falling back to the ground, his face bright red due to the amount of laughter constricting his breath. After a few more minutes of silly giggles, both boys look at me expectantly.

I pause, thinking for a second, before I start snickering to myself. “What happens when you slap Dwayne Johnson on the butt? You hit rock bottom.”

Once again, the three of us are doubling over, unable to contain the joyous sounds coming from our mouths. Tears streaming down our faces, all of us feeling hot with the excessive laughter.

“Wait! Wait!” Matt shouts, attempting to catch his breath before continuing, “Why should you never fight a dinosaur?”

Me and Chris share a look with smiles on our faces, anticipating the punchline.

“Because you’ll get jurasskicked!” Matt exclaims, his voice booming as he starts howling.

Chris and I lose it, our screams echoing around the living room. My body shakes with giggles pouring out of me, left and right. I fall onto Matt’s lap, my head landing on his thighs, slowly calming down. I haven’t laughed this hard in a while, my breath is still erratic. His hands find their way into my hair, brushing it out of my face and wiping the tears from my cheeks. I make eye contact with Chris, who smirks at me as my face flushes pink.

Matt’s left arms falls over my side, his right hand still running through my hair, sending shivers down my body. Chris watches us, his smirk growing wider before sending me a quick wink, causing my cheeks to burn brighter. I turn my head to look up at Matt and realize he’s already looking at me. After he notices he’s been caught staring at me, he awkwardly looks away, a faint blush fanning his face.

“Hey, Y/N. Follow me real quick, I’ve got something to show you.” Chris calls out, beckoning me to follow him as he walks off in the direction of his room.

I give Matt a smile, patting his leg, standing up from him and following Chris. Upon walking into his room, he shuts the door and turns to me with a devilish grin on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, a small smile on my lips as I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“When are you going to tell him?” He asks.

My smile fades, a frown taking its place. “Why are you so insistent on me telling him?”

“Because you’re completely head over heels for him.” Chris points out

“That’s beside the point.” I mutter, dismissively.

“Y/N, I love you. You’re my best friend, but be so fucking for real.” He stares at me, his face giving off that he’s fed up.

“What?!” I exclaim, falling back on his bed.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” He crosses his arms.

I shoot back up, immediately glaring at him, “You wouldn’t!”

He gives me a look and makes a move for his door, prompting me to sprint over to him, jumping on his back.

“Christoper Owen, stop it right now!” I shout, attempting and failing to get him to stop.

He ignores me, walking out of his room and up the stairs, me still on his back. He rounds the corner, entering the kitchen and heading straight for the living room that Matt still resides in.

“Seriously, kid. Knock it the fuck off.” I groan, hitting his back, though it was no use as he’s intent on getting me to spill my feelings for his brother.

Hearing my voice, Matt turns his head and widens his eyes at us, not expecting to see me yanking back on Chris, despite my futile attempts to do literally anything. Chris shakes me off his back, effortlessly, then turns to Matt.

“Follow me real quick, I want to show you something.” Chris says to him, just as he did to me five minutes ago.

I roll my eyes, “Chris, I swear to God.”

He holds his hand out to me, silently telling me to shut up, before waving his hand to Matt, ushering him back in the direction of his room. Matt, obviously confused, obliges anyways and heads downstairs with Chris in suit.

I sit back on the couch, anxiety building in my stomach, my nerves shot. I can’t help the slight tremble in my hands and the bouncing of my foot as I think of the worst.

Chris is my best friend, we’ve been friends for four years, and I’ve probably been in love with Matt for half that time. I never planned on telling him, as I was sure my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I cherished Matt and I’s friendship, and I didn’t want to jeopardize the dynamic. Sure, I, so badly, wanted to be with him and it hurt knowing that everything between us would only ever be platonic, but I’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

Matt has always been so great to me. He’s so kind and loving, incredibly thoughtful, and we just click. I couldn’t help but fall for him and his pretty face, and I feel like an idiot for it. I can’t wrap my head around why I would let myself fall for him when it’s not necessarily the best of circumstances.

I don’t think Chris would intentionally fuck things up between us, but me not knowing what was being said between the two made me feel sick to my stomach. I‘ve always been an anxious person, but especially at times like this. My nerves are racked, and I can’t help the pit of anxiety and anticipation brewing in my stomach.

Before I can continue to dwell on my thoughts, Matt rounds the corner and makes his way to the couch opposite of me. He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t even spare me a glance. With a frown, I look back to the direction he came from, waiting for Chris to emerge, but he doesn’t. It hits me very clearly, as I now realize that Chris divulged my secret with him.

I can’t help the downward turn of my lips, my frown becoming more prominent. I can practically see the new awkwardness and tension that will be riddled throughout our friendship, making things slowly fall apart. I let out a loud breath, closing my eyes, and sighing as I throw my head back against the back of the couch. It feels like there’s a new weight on my shoulder, and I have no idea how to release it.

Suddenly, the seat next to me dips and I can feel a warm presence beside me. I don’t have to open my eyes to know that it’s Matt, I know his cologne like it’s oxygen. I slowly turn my head towards his direction, then open my eyes, immediately coming face to face with him. He stares at me for a moment, and I can’t read his facial expression, so I get a little nervous.

“Um.” He begins, pausing for a moment, before continuing, “Would you, maybe, want to go out? Like on a date? With me? Like not right now, but sometime? Whenever. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. It doesn’t have to be weird or anything, we can forget this ever happened. Like it’s totally okay, honest. Please say something, so I don’t keep rambling like an idiot.”

I can’t help the soft giggles that left my mouth, amused by his stammering. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

His eyes widen and his mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape, “Like a date date?”

My smile grows, “Yes, Matt, a date date.”

“Wow. Nice.” He smiles back, letting out a breath. “I can’t lie, I was a bit worried you’d say no. Actually, a lot worried. Chris had to convince me to even say anything.”

“Is that what that was about?” I question, furrowing my eyebrows as I motion downstairs to Chris’ room.

He nods, “Yeah, he was basically telling me I need to stop being a pussy and just tell you how I feel.”

“Hmm. He led me to believe he was telling you about my feelings for you. I was straight up dying in here, like ready to throw up everything I’ve digested in the last 24 hours.” I admit.

He lets out a chuckle and scoots closer, placing his arm around me on the back of the couch. “So, how about you tell me about your feelings for me.”

A loud laugh escapes my mouth as I push his face away, him laughing in return as I say, “Maybe on this date you speak of.”

“Fair enough.” He shrugs, pulling me back into him.

He leans his head on my shoulder for a moment before turning it to look at me. When I turn my head in his direction, I notice our faces are only inches apart, causing me to slightly gasp. I can see his eyes flicker from mine to my lips and back, I knew what he wanted.

“Would you be upset if I asked to kiss you?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.

My tongue runs over my lips, subconsciously wetting them as I shake my head from side to side, watching him watch my every move. He slowly inches closer, before his soft pink lips meet mine for the first time. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds, before he pulled away to look at me. After taking in my reaction, he comes back in, pressing his mouth to mine. This one, being slower and longer, more passionate. After a minute, I pull back with a smile on my face as I took a deep breath.

“Give me like two minutes, and I’ll be right back.” I state, before taking off towards Chris’ room.

I quickly make my way down the stairs, and swiftly enter his room. Noticing he’s chilling on his bed, I run over to him and engulf him in a big hug. He’s surprised, but returns it nevertheless.

“You good?” He asks in a chuckle.

“Yes. I just wanna say you’re a great best friend and I love you so much. Thanks for keeping my secret, and I’m sorry I doubted you for a moment. And thanks for talking some sense into this kid.”

“Of course, I’d do anything for you.” He smiles, rubbing my back. “Now go back up there and spend some much deserved time with him. Love you, kid.”

With a giggle, I run back upstairs, leaving Chris to continue playing games on his phone. Once I make it in the kitchen, I stop for a moment and stare at Matt. He’s so pretty, I truly love everything about him. His eyes meet mine, a smile instantly pulling to his face. He nods his head at me, beckoning me to come join him once again. So I do.

“Hi.” I smile brightly at him, laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, like earlier in the night.

“Hi.” He smiles back at me, running his hand through my hair as his other arm goes around me, pulling me closer into him.

“So, about that date.” I say, bringing my lips into my mouth to keep myself from cheesing embarrassingly hard.

The laugh he lets out ruins my attempt, as I can’t help but stare in awe at him. He’s truly everything, and I can’t be more happy that I get to indulge in that now.

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a/n : ugh here you go! sorry i feel like this request was forever ago. it is a bit rushed, but only bc i had it all damn near finished and it didn’t save, so i lost basically the whole thing. i’ll do better next time, enjoy. send in reqs! xx

[iliketangerines]

lord please may i request tomas getting pegged by afab (not female) reader 🙏 mostly after they been teasing him (prob by wearing the strap under their clothes 👽) bc i just love a little frustration. i need him carnally

frustrated pleas

a/n: i lowkey forgot how to write for a moment, and i was just giving my computer the lead paint stare for a hot minute

pairing: tomas vrbada x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pegging, blowjobs, overstimulation, praise kink

you walked up to Tomas, hugging him from behind, and he let out a soft chuckle as he felt your familiar hands wrap around his slim waist

he was at one of Johnny’s parties, something to celebrate one of his movies getting an award, but you couldn’t really care, not when Tomas looked to handsome

he was gorgeous tonight, face free of stress and smiling bright, and he turned around in your hold to wrap his arms around your neck and sway to the music

it wasn’t really slow dancing music, no the beat was loud and obnoxious and fast-paced, but still, the both of you swayed slowly as he smiled softly at you underneath the blinking lights

you rest your head on his shoulder, turning your head to leave lazy open-mouthed kisses on his neck, and Tomas grows warm underneath you but welcomes the kisses

for a second, it’s just you and him in the room, holding onto each other gently, and then you pull away and give him another kiss before leaning in and saying you have a surprise for him when you both get back home, grinding your hips into his

you’re sure he can feel how the strap bulges in your loose bottoms, and how it presses against his thigh thick and heavy

he looks at you with wide eyes and then it crinkles into that familiar smirk of his as he whispers to you that he can’t wait

you let go of him, fingers lingering for just a moment on his hand before you disappear into the crowd once more to give your greetings

for Tomas, it feels like hours have passed, but the clock only says a few minutes have gone by

he can’t stop thinking about the promise you gave him earlier, and he shifts uncomfortably in his spot as he thinks of you pressing against him

hoping that the dim lights hide his flushed face, he converses with the others at the party and laughs at their jokes and dances alongside them

after about an hour, you find Tomas again, sipping on his drink in the corner and watching the crowd go wild as Johnny sprays champagne all over them

he spots you and perks up, eyes lighting up and shoulders straightening at the sight of you, and you smile a bit to yourself as you walk over to him

you give him a quick kiss on the lips, asking if he’s ready to go, and he lets out a relieved sigh and says that he thought you would never ask

the both of you give a quick goodbye to a plastered Johnny, a somewhat sober Kenshi helping him stand up, and the two of you leave quickly

the ride is quiet as you drive, one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing Tomas’s thigh, and he clenches his fists in anticipation

finally, you see the familiar entrance of your hotel pop up, and you park as quickly as possible before dragging Tomas out of his seat and into the lobby

the both of you are laughing and giggling, face flushed and eyes filled with something heady, as you push the elevator button

you stumble into the elevator, too excited to get him back to bed, and Tomas fumbled in with you

neither of you can wait, and you press Tomas into the elevator wall and kiss him, grinding your hips into his hardening cock

he groans against your mouth, having missed the taste of your lips, and his hands can’t stop tracing you, unsure of where to put his hands

he wants to put them everywhere on you, unable to get enough of your skin, and you can’t seem to decide either with how your lips travel from his lips to his neck back to his lips

your hands are gripping onto the collar of his button-up shirt, and he whines into your mouth as he feels your thick strap pressing firmly into his thigh

the doors ding open, and you quickly pull away, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him through the hallways

you almost drop the keycard in your hurry to get back to the hotel room, but finally, you enter and close the door behind you

Tomas can’t seem to wait either, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you in close as he smashes his lips against you

it’s a treacherous journey, walking to the bed when your eyes are too focused on drinking each other in, but eventually you both fall into the bed, the sheets pluming around you

the neither of you notice as you take off his shirt, kissing the lengths of exposed skin and humming into his skin

Tomas moans low, hands dripping onto your shirt and bunching it up between his fingers as he watches you through lidded-eyes

you don’t relent in your kisses as you slide lower and lower, kissing his chest then his stomach, and you unbuckle his pants and slide them off of him

you can see how his cock pushes against his underwear, begging to be freed, and you obey, pulling his underwear down

his cock slaps proudly against his stomach, tip flushed and leaking pre-cum, and you tease him a bit, saying that he’s already so eager

Tomas, somehow turning even redder, just bites his lip, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him as you finish undressing him

you’re still fully dressed, but you don’t seem to care as you lean between his spread legs and press a soft kiss to the tip of his dick

it has Tomas stifling a small moan as you start slow, just licking the length and slowly pumping your hand around him, and you swipe your thumb on the tip to spread the pre-cum along the shaft

it’s slow, purposeful with how you tease him, and he can’t help it as his hips buck up into your hands, looking for more friction

you look up at him with a teasing smirk and finally wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it and pressing your tongue into the slit as your hands continue their slow torturous pace

Tomas fists the sheets, whimpering as he watches your lips stretch around the length and slowly bob lower and lower

you keep a steady pace, his cock heavy and hot against your tongue, and you’re sure there’s tears in your eyes as you try to control your breathing

but the sound of his small whines and moans kept you going until he hit the back of your throat, and you refrain from gagging as you keep on going

one of your hands go down, massaging his balls, and Tomas keens, his hips bucking unexpectedly into your mouth, causing you to pull off and cough

he apologizes, hands going to your head to cradle your face and make sure you were okay

your lips are shiny and coated in spit, and you look up at him with wide eyes, placing your hands over his and reassuring him it was all okay

besides, it was his turn now, and you stand back up and sit on the bed, pulling off your bottoms in one swift motion and revealing the thick strap that sat between your legs

Tomas gets off the bed, falling to his knees slowly, and you spread your thighs a little wider to allow him better access

his shoulders still manage to spread your legs even wider as he shuffles toward you, and he looks up at you with wide eyes before concentrating on the task in front of him

he places his mouth on the tip, suckling on it gently, and you bring your hand up and hold onto his hair, nothing too tight or rough, just holding it there as he slowly took your length

it’s a slow process, him concentrating on how his breath moves through his nose as he took you deeper and deeper into his throat

but as he looks up at you, with that pleased smile on your face and those gentle coos telling him he was doing so well for you, it was all worth it

he whines around your strap, the steady sound of him bobbing his head up and down further and further into his nose was buried into your pelvis had him grinding into the sheets for more friction on his weeping cock

so desperately did he want you, need you in him, and you pet his hair gently as his vision blurs with tears and as he keeps your strap buried deep in his throat

finally, you gently tug on his hair and pull up his head, and he gasps for air, face a mess as drool drips down his lips and his eyes are wet with tears

he asks you please in a hoarse voice, and you oblige, pulling him up to kiss you

you’re so sweet and beautiful, and he can still taste himself on your tongue, pressing his own further into you to try and taste you more

he really couldn’t get enough of you

finally, you pull away, breathing heavily, and then you tell him to get on his knees

Tomas quickly follows your orders, getting on his hands and knees for you, but then you press your hand firmly between his shoulder blades and push him down

he relaxes his arms and sinks his face into the sheets, back in a deep arch, and you praise him, telling him he was a good boy

he can see you getting off the bed and rummaging through the drawer for some lube, and you come back and disappear from his vision again

he wiggles a little bit, impatient and pleads with you, but you just give his ass a playful squeeze and tell him to have patience

he can hear you open the bottle cap and then close it after a moment, and then he whimpers as he feels the coldness of it spread on his hole

you shush him, murmuring for him to relax and be good, and you just trace the rim of his hole for a few seconds, getting him used to the feeling

Tomas takes in a few deep breaths, thick fingers gripping onto the sheets and tries to empty his mind, and you hum in content, finally pushing a finger in

he moans quietly at the feeling of you slowly thrusting your finger in and out, and he rocks his hips backward to get you to go deeper

you just keep going at the slow pace as you slip in another finger, spreading your fingers to really stretch him out for you, and Tomas lets out a choked moan at the feeling

your fingers are slow, careful, prodding around inside of him and looking for something specific, and then a shock of pleasure shoots up his spine, making him shiver

he moans into the sheets as you laugh and repeatedly bump your fingers into that spot, listening to his pitiful whines and whimpers

his hips can’t stop moving back on your fingers, unable to stop chasing the pleasure, and he lets out a frustrated plea as you retract your fingers

he’s so desperate for you, and you tell him soon as he hears the bottle cap open again

the slick sound of you applying lube to your strap has Tomas squirming in excitement, and when he finally feel the tips rest against his entrance, he bucks his hips backward excitedly

but your tight grip on him keeps him going far, and you tell him you need to go slow, to avoid hurting him

Tomas whines, smushing his nose into the sheets, but he listens to you, not wanting to disappoint

you push in slowly, letting him adjust for every inch, and by the time you’ve bottomed out, Tomas is breathless and crying

he felt so full and exhausted, like he’s run a marathon, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to use his arms to support himself because he surely would’ve collapsed by now

but you’re slow, rubbing your hand against his lower back and his ass and soothing him

Tomas breathes, telling his body to relax, and finally he does, starting to whine and move his hips to get you to fuck into him

you chuckle but oblige, hips thrusting in and out of him at a slow pace at first, and your slick hand goes to wrap around his cock, pumping it slowly

the sensation of you fucking into him while your hand wrapped around him had Tomas gasping and moaning out your name, crying out for more

and you were never one to disappoint your lover, and so you quickened your hips, setting a brutal pace as you matched it with your hand

it was all so much the pleasure, your moans of pleasure and the praises you showered him with, and Tomas hiccuped as he came in your hand so quickly

it felt like forever as he kept on cumming, staining the sheets with his release and you pumping him for the entirety of it

your hips never stop moving, and you adjust your position, making his head reel with pleasure as the tip bullies his prostate

you coo at him, rubbing his cock back to full standing, and Tomas cries out as the overstimulation set in for him

but still, even the pain was pleasurable and he found himself rocking his hips back onto yours, needing you deeper than you were

you just kept one hand on his cock and another on his hip to steady him as you fucked into him, whispering for him to cum again for you, to be a good boy

Tomas let the tears slip from his eyes as he came with a loud keen, cum only pathetically spurting out to join the stain on the sheets

it’s much shorter than before, but still you praise him all the same, telling him he did so good, and you slow your movements until you’ve stopped

slowly, you pull out of him, rubbing his backside and tilting him to lay on his side and relax, and he feels so tired

you lean down to give him a quick kiss on the side of his temple, telling him to let you take care of everything

he nodded, staring at you through bleary eyes as he watches you clean everything up, wiping up the stain as best you can with some tissues and cleaning yourself and the strap up

but finally you cuddle into his warmth, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and he wraps his arm around your waist and draws you in close

you nuzzle into his chest and tell him he did so well, and he hums, thanking you in a tired voice before he drifted off to sleep

[sapphichotmess]

All I Do Is Dream of You

Ellie Williams x plus size!f!reader (not really specified, but that’s what I write)

Name inspired by Dodie’s song All I Do Is Dream of You

Even though this is not 18+, I am an 18+ blog, mdni

continuation of this

Warnings/Tags: horrendous writing with very little dialogue (bc idk how to human), fluff, reader wears makeup, reader is able-bodied, reader is right-handed

PLS COMMENT & RB FOR ME PLS

thanks for reading this for me babe @les4elliewilliams u deserve to be fucked so good <3

It has been several days since you were literally knocked off of your feet by one Ellie Williams. And every day since then has been better than the last. You two have been texting non-stop, giddily giggling into your phones with warm cheeks at all hours of the day. 

All it took was one meeting, and you were utterly captivated by the adorably dog-like auburn-haired woman, her presence—even if only by phone—filling your heart with a warmth you couldn't explain. 

You can’t get the woman out of your head, always seeing her pale green eyes piercing into you when you close yours. And don’t get you started on her adorable smile, her lips quirking up and parting, showcasing a slight bit of white teeth. You groan, staring into the mirror on your desk, right hand holding eyeliner up though doing nothing to put any on. All you can think of is the way her cheeks flushed adorably, highlighting the smattering of freckles on her face. You want to trace them—learn the pattern to a T. Learn everything about her, really. 

Your daydreaming is disrupted by the buzzing of your phone which is sat face-down on your bedspread, music blaring from it’s tiny-but-mighty speakers. You drop the eyeliner you were using to make the wing on your eye, drawing a black line down your cheek in your haste. Socked feet making gentle thudding on the hardwood floor, you reach your bed in record time. With your heart racing, you swiftly pick up your phone and flip it over to see the notification. It's another message from Ellie; the sight of her name sends a wave of excitement through you, your heart dropping from your chest out of your ass and a warm flush tickling your cheeks. With trembling fingers, you open the message, eager to see what she has to say. 

Ellie's message pops up on your screen, and you can't help but grin as you read her words:

heyyy you! just wanted to say hi and see how your day is going. i've been thinking about you bunches today. craving one of those bomb cupcakes you whip up... you know, those red ones with the fucking insane frosting? the one i had the other day?

Not bothering to wait more than a few seconds, you quickly type out a response, unable to hide your own excitement:

hi ellie! literally made my day hearing from you fr ❤️ 

you send one text, instantly starting on another:

oh, the red velvet ones? i won’t be making those in the shop for a bit… BUT i can totally open the bakery on an off day and make a batch for you?

Happy with your words, you go to sit down your phone again, butterflies swooping around aggressively in your stomach, but before you do, it’s vibrating in your hand. 

It was Ellie reacting to your first message with a heart. She must have been waiting for your reply—or you were being a horrible loser and texting back too fast. Shaking your head at that thought, you watch as the texting bubble appears, heart racing as you wait for her reply. 

You can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of Ellie's response. Was she as eager to continue the conversation as you were? Or perhaps she had something else in mind? With bated breath, you wait for her message to come through, the seconds feeling like an eternity as your mind races with all the possibilities of what she might say. The anticipation only adds to the butterflies swirling in your stomach, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Finally, Ellie's response comes through, and you eagerly read her message:

DUDE, no way! opening the bakery just for us? that's fucking awesome! i'm so down to hang out with you, especially if it means i get to devour those bomb-ass cupcakes. hit me up whenever you're free!

A grin spreads across your face as you read her words, your heart soaring with happiness. It seems Ellie is just as excited about the idea as you are, and the thought of spending time together fills you with warmth. It would be the first time you guys would meet face-to-face since your first encounter. 

Fuck you couldn't wait to bask in the magnificence of her; her being in your space, filling her lungs with the very same air you breathe. 

You are in trouble if these thoughts are an indication of anything. 

Quickly typing out your reply, you suggest a few possible dates and times for your cupcake date, hoping that one of them will work for both of you. Positively beaming, eyes glimmering with youthful mirth, you finally set down your phone and turn on your sock-clad heels to head back toward your vanity. You make it halfway before you remember what day it is.

The bakery is closed. 

You could see Ellie today. 

Then, you’re slipping against the hardwood, trying to get back to the bed as quick as possible. You finally get your footing after sliding around and almost ending up on your ass, practically flying toward your bed and divebombing onto the soft mattress. Your phone bounces with the impact as you scramble to get to your knees and grab it from mid-air. Somehow, you end up on your back with your phone smashed onto your nose. 

Ouch. That's definitely going to leave a mark.

You grab your phone, scrubbing a hand at your sore nose. After the shock of the hit has left, you regain your urgentness, unlocking your phone, bringing up the messages app, and clicking on your and Ellie’s chat. 

Your fingers move at what seems like the speed of light as you type out a new message: 

so, um, funny thing... i was thinking, and why wait for your cupcakes when you could have them today? how about you swing by the bakery this afternoon?

Thinking for a second, you quickly send a second text:

we can even bake them together! how does that sound?

Nausea creeps up on you as you wait, heart racing and dry eyes staring at your messages to Ellie for several minutes without a text bubble. 

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, a bubble appears on the screen, only to disappear just as quickly. This pattern repeats a few times, leaving you on edge.

But then, finally, Ellie's response lights up your screen:

i'm so down for a baking session at the bakery. what time should i be there? 

A wave of relief washes over you as you read Ellie's enthusiastic reply—though you are confused as to why it took her so long to come up with this response. With a wide grin, you quickly type back the details, feeling excitement building in the pit of your stomach. 

Finally having that done, you put your phone back on the bed—hopefully for the last time for a while. Then, you finally sit back down at your vanity, ready to finish your makeup for the day. When you look in the mirror, your smile falters and your mouth hangs open in disbelief. 

There is a long, thick black line running across your cheek. 

“Fuck.” 

***

You’re just setting up everything you need for red velvet cupcakes when you hear the front doorbell ring. Your head snaps up so fast you’re surprised you don’t break your neck. However, any pain is worth seeing Ellie walk into your bakery looking so damn fine. 

The olive-skinned girl is wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her ass nicely, a grey t-shirt, and a burnt-red flannel that looks well-loved with tearing seams and fading colors. Her shoulder-length auburn hair is pulled into a half-up, half-down look, with some stray hairs framing her face. Your hands itch to push them behind her ears, even standing at the distance you are. 

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you set the pan you had in your hands onto the counter with a clatter, causing Ellie to start. Making your way towards the front of the store where Ellie stands with hands in her pockets, you call out her name.  

"Ellie!" You greet her with a wide grin, unable to contain your excitement at seeing her—even if it was planned just short of an hour ago. 

“Ah, uh… Hey!” the freckled girl stutters out. “I… it’s good to see you?” 

“Was that a question?” you ask, hiding your smile behind your hand. 

“Uh, no?” Ellie says before realizing that she phrased her response as a question, too. “I mean, no. No, it wasn’t a question. I, um, I am excited to see you.” 

You can't help but find Ellie's nervousness adorable as she stumbles over her words. Suppressing a giggle, you offer her a reassuring smile, eyes crinkling on the edges. "Well, I'm excited to see you too," you reply warmly, noting the faint blush creeping up on her cheeks.

As Ellie's gaze drifts somewhere behind you and she nervously swipes her hand over her nose, you realize just how nervous she must be feeling. Wanting to ease her discomfort, you gently reach out and place a hand on her arm—holy shit, you didn’t realize she was strong, but you can feel her muscles under her flannel. "Hey, it's okay. No need to be nervous," you say softly, trying to ignore your thoughts about what she could do with that strength. "We're just here to have fun and bake some delicious cupcakes together."

Ellie’s green eyes finally meet yours again, though a crease forms between her eyebrows as she does. “I just, ah… you’re, like, stupidly pretty. And, you know, it’s really distracting.” Ellie's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as she confesses, her final words coming out in a rush.

Your heart skips a beat at Ellie's unexpected compliment, and a warm flush of pleasure spreads through you. "Wow, thank you," you reply. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise at your compliment, her right hand coming back up to shuffle across her nose. “Ah, thank you?” 

Giggling at her utter lack of words or charm, you grab her hand as it falls from in front of her face. “C’mon! We have so much to do. I’m so excited to teach you how to bake!” you say in a high-pitched voice, obviously excited. 

Pulling her by the—fucking giant—hand to the back of the bakery where you do all the… well, baking, you continue, “I’m almost done setting up everything for us. There are a few ingredients I have to pull out since I wasn’t gonna be using them, but it shouldn’t be too long until we can start.” 

“I—oh,” Ellie lets out a strangled breath as she is suddenly dragged by you into the back room. “That’s okay. I’m just, uh, really excited for the cupcakes.” 

As you lead Ellie towards the back of the bakery, you can't help but chuckle at her adorable awkwardness. "Don't worry, I promise it'll be fun," you reassure her, looking behind you with a warm smile. "And don't worry about being nervous. Baking is all about having a good time and enjoying the process."

Ellie nods once, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be great," she says, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Reaching the back room, you release Ellie's hand and gesture towards the kitchen area. "Here we are," you say, motioning for her to take a seat on one of the chairs you pulled back here from the dining room. "Make yourself comfortable while I grab the rest of the ingredients."

As you rummage through the cabinets and pull out the remaining ingredients needed for the cupcakes, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of teaching Ellie how to bake. Getting to spend any time with the adorably awkward, puppy-like freckle-faced girl was a blessing, but getting to do your favorite thing with her? It’s a dream come true. 

Returning to the counter with an armful of ingredients, you grin at Ellie. "Alright, let's get started," you say eagerly. “First up, we have to… turn on the oven,” you stumble in the middle of your sentence as you get lost looking at Ellie’s tanned face, trying to memorize the placement of her paint-splattered freckles so that you could imagine her going do—that isn’t what today is about.

Ellie nods once, standing to her feet. “Sounds easy enough.” 

As Ellie stands up, hands on her knees to help her get up, you can't help but admire the way her eyes sparkle with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she looks at you. Holy shit, she’s looking at you. "Great!" you exclaim, shaking off your momentary distraction—for the hundredth time—and focusing on the task at hand. "Let's get this show on the road."

Together, you and the freckle-faced girl move towards the oven, your hands brushing against each other as you reach for the knob. Heat crawling up your neck and over the apples of your cheeks, you quickly move your hand and turn the knob to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, the soft hum of the oven heating up filling the air.

Still hot in the face, you turn toward Ellie, "Okay, next step, cupcake pans," you say, gesturing toward the neatly lined trays on the counter. With Ellie by your side, arms brushing, you grab the pans and place them on the counter, ready to put the liners in. 

As you work, you steal glances at Ellie, admiring her focused expression as she carefully places each cupcake liner in its designated spot like it’s some kind of science experiment that could go wrong. Her tongue slightly sticking out of her plump lips in concentration is definitely cuter than it should be. 

What you weren’t ready for was to have the auburn-haired girl turn her head and look at you as you distractedly stared at her, unable to shake the image of her soft, freckled cheeks, long, slender fingers, and strong arms from your mind. 

Caught off guard by Ellie's piercing green gaze, you feel your heart skip a beat as you quickly avert your eyes. Clearing your throat, you focus on the task at hand, determined to maintain composure.

"Um, so, uh, yeah," you stammer, trying to regain your train of thought. "Looks like we're all set with the cupcake pans." You can practically feel the heat radiating from your cheeks as you turn back to the task, hoping to distract yourself from the intensity of Ellie's gaze.

With a shaky hand, you reach for the extra cupcake liners, trying to steady your nerves as you carefully place them back in a stack, ready for you to put away later. 

When you're done—and your hands aren’t shaking anymore—you finally drag your gaze back to Ellie. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize she is still looking at you. Her green gaze—what you can only describe as a moss-covered forest bathed in warm, sparkling sunlight—feels like taking a knife to the heart, her head tilt—so dog-like—a sucker punch to the gut. You want her eyes on you forever—to bask in the warmth of her eyes and bathe in the depths of her soul—you realize as your heart tries to beat out of your chest. 

Somehow, you find it within yourself to tear your eyes away from Ellie’s; it’s one of the hardest things you’ve ever done, and you run a bakery by yourself. Clearing your throat and staring at the prepped pans, you say, “Ah, um, we can start making the batter now, I guess.” 

Ellie doesn’t hold in her laugh at your obvious discomfort, her melodic laughter filling the room with a warmth that soothes your frayed nerves. Despite the embarrassment of being caught in a moment of vulnerability, you can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you at the sound of her laughter.

"Yeah, let's get started on that batter," Ellie says, her voice laced with amusement as she reaches for the ingredients on the counter. “What do we start with, pretty girl?”

“I–uh, holy shit…”

The freckled girl laughs even harder at your stunned expression, mouth hanging open and eyebrows raised. “Close your mouth, or you’ll catch flies,” she says, lips quirked up as she nudges your chin with her hand. 

Her hand on you gets your mind racing in all different directions before you remember where you are. Snapping your gaping mouth shut, teeth clacking together, you gather yourself. “Uh yeah… we have to, ah… start with the dry ingredients.” 

Ellie hums a “Mhmm” out, mouth still curved in a cocky smile as she tilts her head again—her stupidly pretty auburn hair catching the midday light filtering in from the window—leaning her hip against the counter. 

“We have to shift the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking powder, and baking soda together into… this large bowl.” you point at every ingredient when you name them, picking up the stainless steel bowl when you find it.

“Sounds easy enough.” 

This time, it’s you who hums an answer as you put the bowl down and grab the ingredients to start measuring. “If I measure, would you shift, Ellie?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” she gives you a little salute. 

So, as you hand over every measured dry ingredient, Ellie shifts it into the bowl. Her tongue makes another appearance as she focuses on getting every ingredient into the bowl with no spillage, causing you to overfill the ¼ teaspoon of baking soda. You quickly get the right amount into the teaspoon and clean up your mess, wiping your hands on your apron. 

“Okay, now that’s done, we have to add the salt and whisk everything together.” 

Ellie reaches for the salt, adding it to the bowl as you grab the whisk. She slides the bowl over to you, watching intently as you whisk. It’s one of the most mundane, boring parts of the baking process, yet she looks so entranced by the whisk circling the bowl, mixing the ingredients together. 

Once everything is thoroughly mixed, you tap the whisk on the bowl and set it aside, putting your hands on your hips and turning towards the girl leaning casually on your counter. “Can I trust you with a knife?” 

“Wh–I–Yes!” She splutters, eyebrows raised. 

Giggling quietly to yourself, hand over your mouth, you shake your head. Dropping your hand, you say, “Sorry, I just had to ask. I need you to cut the butter if you could, please.”

“How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes, hmm?” 

This time, it’s you who splutters, caught off guard. Instead of deigning the tease with a response, you turn your back to Ellie, hiding your burning face and grabbing the stand mixer you equipped with a paddle attachment. When that’s set up, and you can feel the burning embarrassment leave your face, you turn to Ellie, who is wielding a knife, cutting the room-temperature butter into uneven pieces. 

“Babe, it’s gotta be more uniform than that.”

Ellie’s head snaps up, eyebrows furrowed, pupils blown wide, and knife almost cutting into her fingers. “Wh–what did you just call me?”

Caught in a moment of panic, you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to come up with a plausible explanation. The air feels thick with tension, every second stretching out into an eternity as you search for the right words to say. You hadn’t even realized you said it; it came so naturally, calling the auburn-haired girl babe. “I… nothing, nothing at all,” you spit out quickly, eyes going wide. 

“Nah-uh, you called me ‘babe.’” A loud clattering sound makes you startle, your eyes moving from Ellie’s piercing greens to the knife that just hit the countertop. 

"I… I didn't mean to," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. "It just… slipped out."

Ellie's gaze remains fixed on you, you can feel it like a weight on your skin, pinning you in place as you struggle to regain your composure.

“Look at me,” she demands. You follow her directions immediately, your gaze taking in her expression. She looked almost dazed with a quizzical brow as she scratched her head.

"I'm sorry," you continue, your words tumbling out in a rush. "It was just a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean anything by it, I swear."

For a moment, the silence hangs heavy between you, broken only by the sound of your own rapid breathing. And then, without warning, Ellie's features soften, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's okay," she says softly, her voice like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. 

As Ellie's soft smile spreads across her face, her pearly whites making an appearance, a sense of relief washes over you like a warm embrace. Your shoulders drop from where they had taken a place beside your ears, and tension leaks out of you like butter in a baking croissant. The weight that had been pressing down on you lifted away like a heavy fog dispersing in the morning sun.

"Thanks," you murmur, gratitude lacing your words as you meet Ellie's gaze once more. Her eyes hold a warmth that makes your heart flutter, a silent reassurance that everything is okay between you.

With a playful glint in her eye, Ellie leans closer, her voice a soft whisper falling from her plump lips that sends shivers down your spine. "You know," she says, her tone teasing, "I don't mind being called babe."

Your heart skips a beat at her words.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you lean in, unable to resist the magnetic pull of Ellie's presence. "Good to know," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'll try to remember that for next time."

As the last of the tension melts away like butter as it’s baked into the delicious treats you make, you and Ellie dive into the joyful task of baking red velvet cupcakes together. With each step of the recipe, you find yourselves falling into a comfortable rhythm, working seamlessly together as if you've been doing this for years.

The scent of cocoa and vanilla fills the air as you and Ellie chat and laugh, exchanging stories and getting to know each other on a deeper level. From childhood memories to dreams for the future, you two open your hearts and minds to each other. 

As the cupcakes bake in the oven, you steal glances at Ellie, admiring the way her eyes light up when she talks about her passions and the infectious laughter that bubbles up from within her. 

And when the cupcakes are finally cooled and ready, their red tops gleaming with perfection, you and Ellie decorate the cupcakes with swirls of cream cheese frosting and a sprinkle of red velvet crumbs together, playfully bumping shoulders and laughing at Ellie’s attempts at decorating. 

As you sit down to enjoy the fruits of your labor, savoring each bite of the moist, decadent cupcakes, you realize that this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship—and perhaps something more. 

[bugstuff4ever]

“And that bright star near the horizon is the arm of The Archer,” Legolas declared, leaning so close to Gimli that their cheeks practically touched, extending his elegant hand toward the night sky. Gimli nodded absently, not quite keeping up with the elf’s eager explanation of the constellations, instead finding himself distracted by the proximity of his companion.

For optimal star viewing, the pair had stolen away from the fire where the fellowship had gathered for the evening and discovered a more secluded place to set up. Gimli had made himself cozy atop a rock, and Legolas was perched on his knees beside him, bringing them eye to eye with one another. The dwarf smiled fondly as Legolas gushed on about the various constellations, shifting slightly as a warm sensation churned through his belly. Gimli was well aware of his crush on the Mirkwood Prince—he’d been smitten ever since the Council of Elrond—but he’d never had the chance to enjoy the finer details of the elf from such a close distance. He could feel his heartbeat begin to pick up as his eyes wandered freely over Legolas’s body. Gimli had never before noticed the sheen of his golden hair, the way it seemed to glow even in the dark of night. He’d never admired the definition of Legolas’s collarbone, which protruded ever so slightly from the deep neckline of his evening shirt. He hadn’t been given the chance to discover the pink hue of the elven lips, which looked particularly enticing bathed in the ethereal light of—

“Master Dwarf, are you listening to me?” Gimli jerked backward in surprise, blushing fiercely.

“My apologies, I s-seemed to have lost my focus,” he sputtered, painfully aware that his companion had most definitely noticed his staring. They gazed at each other wide-eyed and shy, uncertain of what would come next. The seconds stretched on into eternity. Legolas’s ears flushed a deep scarlet, and he took a shaky breath before uttering his next words so softly that Gimli had to strain to hear them.

“Do you like what you see?” The dwarf’s eyebrows shot up as a swooping sensation passed through him. Was the elf flirting with him? Gimli swallowed, summoning all the charisma and charm he could muster.

“There are many beautiful stars in the night sky tonight, but none more fair than you, my prince.” The blonde let out a surprised giggle, threading his fingers through his hair as he digested the implication of Gimli’s words. He parted his lips to speak, then closed them again, searching for the proper response. His eyes softened, and he leaned towards Gimli as though he were about to confess a secret.

“You make my heart thunder within my chest,” he whispered, his mouth near enough to the dwarf to send shivers down his spine. Unable to stop himself, Gimli’s focus shifted once again to the alluring pink lips that smiled so sweetly at him. Legolas watched him, eyes flicking between meeting his gaze and the dwarven mouth. Ever so slowly, they leaned in. When they were just a hair's width apart, Legolas froze and tensed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I must confess that I have never done this before,” he murmured so close to him that Gimli could taste his breath. “Will you teach me?”

Gimli's breath hitched at the elf's words, his heart pounding. Slowly, he raised a calloused hand to cup the side of the elf's face, his thumb gently brushing against the soft skin. Legolas leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet Gimli's gaze, filled with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

"There's nothing to it, lad," Gimli whispered, his voice rough but tender. "Just follow your heart, and let it guide you."

With that, he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tentative, gentle kiss. Legolas responded hesitantly at first, but as the moments passed, he grew bolder, his lips moving against Gimli's with increasing confidence. The warmth of the elf's mouth, the softness of his lips, it was everything Gimli had imagined and more. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, the night air filled with an electric charge as they lost themselves in each other.

Legolas’s lips were like the softest velvet, tasting faintly of the sweet wine they had shared earlier. Gimli felt a rush of sensations he had never experienced before, a thrilling mix of nervous excitement and profound tenderness. The elf’s hands, delicate yet strong, found their way to the broad dwarven shoulders, pulling him closer as if afraid to let go. Gimli’s fingers threaded through the silky strands of Legolas’s hair, marveling at it’s smoothness. Time stood still as they melted into each other.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they shared a quiet moment of intimacy. Gimli could see the stars reflected in Legolas's eyes, and for the first time, he understood the elf's fascination with them. They were a beautiful, warm, and infinite, just like the bond that was beginning to grow between them.

[creative-kny-fics]

I can request? So... Lee Giyuu and Ler Tanjiro and Urokidaki? Pliss

Sure! This might be set after the final battle, so there might be some sad scenes-...

Lers: Tanjiro Kamado and Sakonji Urokodaki

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

'Hey! It's Tomioka-San! Oooh and Urokodaki-San is here too! Let's go Nezuko!', they both ran, shouting their names to get their attention, and they succeeded as Giyuu pointed at them both as they ran towards them.

Nezuko hugged Urokodaki, it was not surprising that she missed him, since he took care of her and her brother, while Tanjiro approached Tomioka. 'Tomioka-San! You cut your hair!'

'Yes, I did... Well... It would have been a bit complicated to comb and tie my hair with one arm, so I decided to cut it... Hehehe', he smiled.

Tanjiro and Nezuko were happy, they both took their elders to their room, Inosuke and Zenitsu weren't there, so they decided to talk a little in there.

'Ummm...Tanjiro, you've been staring at me for the last 7 minutes, is there something wrong?', Tanjiro denied. 'Maybe he's trying to get used to seeing you with shorter hair. Or maybe he's admiring your natural beauty Giyuu...'

Tanjiro was about to nod, it was both reasons but he stopped when Giyuu responded. 'Urokodaki-San... I appreciate the compliment but... I don't think I have a natural beauty...'

'Nonsense, you have always been a very tender and cheerful child, I have no doubt about that,' Giyuu again denied and looked to other side

Urokodaki sighed, it was not the first time that Giyuu put himself down, he thought that the haircut meant the beginning of a change, but apparently he was wrong.

'Well then, it looks like I need to apply my old methods...', Giyuu looked at him and started to giggle as he looked at Tanjiro. 'Ehehehe... Look at the time, I think visiting hours are over...'

'Of course not! Come on Giyuu-San! Come here!'

Tanjiro got up and sat Giyuu on his bed, there was no need to make as much effort as before, was there a possibility that that would be what Giyuu wanted? His red cheeks and nervous smile while watching them both move their fingers were what gave them the answer, it was so cute!

'Giyuu-San! We're not doing anything and you're already laughing hahahaha!'

'I know how! Sohohorry!', covered his blushing face with his haori.

'He's always been like this, he's unable to control it, I'm surprised that for a long time he managed to hide his emotion, and so you say you don't have something attractive, Giyuu?'

Giyuu shook his head, he didn't know which was worse, the anticipation or the "teasing" of his sensei and his friend. Tanjiro touched under his ribs and laughed when Giyuu squealed. 'If yohohohou aharehehe gohohoing to ehehehehe do it, do it ahahahahat ahahahahaha once! Buhuhut dohohon't tehahasehehe mehehe!'

'No ​​one is doing it, but if that's what you want...', Urokodaki began to pet Giyuu's neck, as if he were a puppy.

Giyuu didn't even try to shrug his shoulders or wrinkle his neck, what he tried was to keep his neck raised.

His efforts increased when Tanjiro began to use one of his fingers to run up and down his ribs, he didn't press too hard or too gently, but it was enough to make the raven-haired man laugh.

'Okahahahay! Plehasehehe! I ahahaha chahahangehehed my mhmhmh mihihind! Tahahanjiro! Urohokodahaki-Sahahan!'

'We will stop if you admit that you have a unique beauty', Giyuu tried to protest but he couldn't do it, he was "trapped".

Although he didn't seem to want that to stop anytime soon either, he was simply enjoying the situation and they both realized it.

'Awwww Giyuu-San! I thought you didn't like tickles but you are enjoying this! And don't try to deny it!'

'I dohohohon't! Yohohou knohohow ihihihit!'

'He's just a little shy... Well Giyuu? Are you ready to admit it?'

Again, Giyuu shook his head, but this time, Urokodaki knew the reason. He motioned for Tanjiro to stop and he agreed.

Giyuu gasped and looked at both of them, he knew it was a trick, but he still fell for it. 'W-why did they stop...?'

'Why do you think?', Giyuu's face turned completely red and he covered it, leaning back while pouting.

"I never asked you to stop..." was the last thing Giyuu mentioned before laughing again, maybe they should change their condition or maybe not...?

[fromduck]

Mrs. Afton’s Daily Life: TWO

Warnings: Unedited

Free Accounting Classes at the local Community College. 

(Mondays and Thursdays)

9:00 a.m - 1:00 p.m

Class starts September 05, 1979 and ends May 10, 1980

ALL OUR WELCOME

You stare at one of the flyers near the checkout lane of the grocery. E/C eyes glance at the calendar placed in front of the checkout lane. The date displayed in big bold red letters is “August 25, 1979”. 

‘It hasn’t started yet…’ you think to yourself hopefully, biting on your bottom lip. 

After dropping off both your sons at school, you stopped by the grocery store to buy the food for the week. 

Being the big man that he was, William often ate more than the rest of your tiny family. It wasn’t his fault but food often finished quickly and trips to the grocery were frequent. Not to mention, you also had to feed three growing children that were going to eat more as they grew older. As you both waited in line, you were playing with your little baby.

Dangling your car and house keys in front of her face as she watched, mesmerized by the shiny object. She would grab onto them and you’d have to stop the sweet girl from putting them in her mouth. 

Then you saw the flyer. All your attention zeroed in on its contents. 

Your children’s school didn’t start till 8:30 am and you usually picked them up around 2:30 pm. On Fridays they would get out at 12:30 pm. If you scheduled your time right, you could still do your duties as a housewife and mother. It all just depended on great planning. 

Your teeth dig into your plump lip, anticipation rolling off of you in waves. 

After dropping them off, you could probably drop Elizabeth off with the sweet old lady a couple blocks down the street. Then you’d be gone in the accounting class. Back in college you were interested in majoring in anything business-related but were unable to explore more because of your expulsion. 

Elizabeth looks at you curiously, wondering why her mom stopped paying her attention. 

One of her chubby hands curls itself around your manicured fingers. The tight baby grip, snapping you away from a hopeful dream. William wouldn’t approve of it and taking care of two children and a baby would definitely make being a student difficult. And you nearly spent a decade outside of any colleges, surely adjusting back into the student rhythm would be difficult. 

‘Difficult but not impossible,’ an encouraging voice says in the back of your head. 

“Honey, would you like a bag with that?” The middle aged woman asks you behind the counter. Her kind eyes noticed how you glanced at the college advertisement. 

“Are you considering joining?” She smiles at you kindly, your cheeks flush in embarrassment at being caught. 

“O-oh. I don’t know…it definitely seems advantageous plus it’s free..”

Her honey brown eyes glint in excitement,  

“You definitely should! I’m one of the assistant teachers by the way. Despite being free, the material being taught is the same as any other colleges. The professor is a very kind man that is excellent in teaching. There are also many other free classes available that haven’t started yet, if you’re interested!” The blonde woman’s grin widens as unwillingly the corners of your mouth start to lift. 

“There is..?” You say with awe, e/c eyes sparkling. Chuckling at your amazed expressions, she hands you a flier. 

“Yup! If you’d like I can help you sign up. My name’s Donna by the way.” She offers you a handshake. You accept her hand feeling the soft wrinkly skin of her hand. 

“Y/N. Y/N Afton.” 

Her eyebrows raise to her forehead, “say you wouldn’t be related to that grumpy man William Afton? One of the co-owners at Freddy’s?”

Embarrassed you shake your head, it seems William's unpleasant character was commonly known. 

“I wouldn’t say we're related. He’s my husband.” 

Like the woman from the school her eyes flash with pity before they brighten up again. 

“Oh~? Well isn't he a lucky fella?” You giggle at her praise, feeling bashful of being praised by an older woman.  

She then turns her attention to Elizabeth with a coo, “and who might you be?~”

The baby babbles at her, big e/c eyes zeroed in on the red nail polish of her long nails, making grabby hands at it. 

“This is Elizabeth. She’s only a year old but she’s quite active for her age.” You say playing with one of the bows in her hair.

“Aww~! I remember when my Susie was that age. I wish they stayed that small forever instead of growing up quickly. Now my little girl is starting kindergarten!” 

Smiling at the woman you let out a carefree laugh, “you and me both!”

Both you and Donna exchange numbers, she talks to you more about the accounting class and her daughter as she packs your groceries. When she’s finished you both settle on meeting up soon at the community college so that she can help you sign up. 

By the time you leave the store, you’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. 

Elizabeth, also influenced by your good behavior, claps her small hands at you. Grinning at her, you lean in to press a big fat kiss on her cheek that makes her squeal. 

While you pack the groceries by the truck of your car, you make sure to hide the flier in your purse. Taking extra measures to fold it into a small square and burying it at the bottom of your bag.

Once satisfied, you buckle in Elizabeth and drive back home. Singing along to Abba, “Dancing Queen,” while Elizabeth continued to clap her hands at her mothers singing. 

For the first time in almost a decade, you felt more alive. As if that once ambitious eighteen-year-old girl with big plans for her life never died the day you were expelled. She was always there, waiting for you to get back on track. 

[dark-elf-writes]

Grover, Thalia and Percy take Annabeth to the Hover Dam post last Olympian

It goes as well as you’d think

Annabeth hated her friends.

Okay that was probably false. She adored Grover and Thalia and had been head over heels in love with Percy Jackson since she was twelve, but in this moment there was nothing she wanted more than to strangle all three of them. Not a completely alien feeling she would admit but usually it was contained to the two boys with Thalia being there to share in her suffering. This time however, Thalia was right there with the boys, her face — normally with the slight glow and otherness of immortality — turning a dark red as she giggled helplessly into Percy’s shaking shoulder.

It had started well enough. A promise the three of them had apparently made while on the road to find her after she was taken captive and had been unable to follow through on until the constant fighting had wound down. A trip to one of Annabeth favorite architectural marvels in the United States that she had unfortunately missed the last time their quests dragged them through the area. But while Annabeth had been planning what to do after she had bored Percy and Grover to tears with her endless supply of trivia and facts on the dam she hadn’t anticipated… this.

Grover bleated out another laugh, gripping his stomach as he looked up to Thalia and Percy who were leaning on each other through their giggles.

“Show me the dam snack bar.”

Percy nearly screeched a laugh leaning so heavily back on Thalia that the two of them nearly tumbled. Thalia who had never been the most tactile person with anyone other than Annabeth and Luke even before she became a hunter clung to Percy as she laughed so hard she was silent but for occasional gasps of air.

Her friends had lost their minds. There was no other reason for it. She was going to have to explain to Poseidon, Zeus, Artemis and perhaps worst of all Juniper and Sally Jackson that the three of them had just snapped. Not to mention people were staring at them, judgmental looks and disappointed head shakes as they grumbled about “kids these days”. Drawing this much attention was practically begging for the four of them to be jumped by monsters, particularly when two children of the big three were so incapacitated by their laughter that they could barely stay in their feet much less swing a weapon.

“What is your guy’s problem?” Annabeth hissed between her teeth, eyes narrowed.

She could probably get away with kicking Percy’s leg out from under him and a light shove to Grover, sending all three of them to the floor without catching the attention of any concerned citizens who would call the cops. Maybe then they would all stop giggling like children.

Thalia gasped something that might have been Annabeth’s name, or perhaps was a plea for oxygen. Grover was bent double, not even able to look at her as he bleated another laugh. And Percy…

Percy looked at her with mirth shining in his eyes and tears streaming down his red cheeks.

He had never looked more handsome than he did right now. The picture of joyful youth. All wild hair and bright laughter. The kind of thing that made her fingers itch to be able to draw up more than building my plans.

He smiled at her with devotion in his face, worship, like she was the goddess and not her mother. (Or knowing Percy like she was better than a goddess.) it was almost enough to make her ignore his words.

“I’m sorry Annabeth,” He gasped out between laughs. “We have a dam problem.”

It turned out she didn’t have to push any of them over, all three of them fell in a tangle of graceless limbs and shrieks of laughter.

She hated them.

She hung her head in defeat and huffed out a Fon laugh of her own.

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 5 - Tease/Ghost Tickles

hello everyone :D i am back with another (very very very late) fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!!!! wooooo!!!

this is for day 5’s prompt which is teases/ghost tickles!! make sure you check out the original post here, and make sure you show sleepy your love and support for putting this week together in the first place!!!

this one isn’t too crazy or anything, but i experimented a little bit with the formatting in docs and then had to try something different here, and i’ve never done anything quite like this before so i think it’s pretty cool :D hope everyone enjoys!!

orange text is sapnap’s messages, green text is dream’s messages

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 1.8k words

enjoy :)

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Dream’s phone screen lit up from where it laid flat on his nightstand, catching his eye as he turned away from the mini fridge he’d walked across the room to grab a bottle of water from. He twisted the lid off the bottle, picking up the phone as he took a sip, seeing that the notification had been a text from Sapnap.

hey

are you super crazy busy rn

Dream smiled, always endeared by Sapnap’s word choice, taking another sip before putting the bottle down and typing out a response.

not rly

i put all the video stuff in files but it’s too late to start editing so i’m just gonna do it tomorrow

why?

Dream sat down on the edge of his bed, placing his phone on the pillow beside him and twisting to his left, then to his right, stretching his back. He watched a new text come in, followed by more typing bubbles.

i just had a really dumb stressful meeting and i’m fucking frustrated

not like mad i just feel like i have so much pent up energy

and i really wanna come tickle you

Dream felt his stomach flip as he read the words, cold water bottle resting against his thigh and sending a chill up his spine. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, and he blinked in disbelief at his phone screen as he read the message over and over again. After almost a full minute, he formed a response.

……what

Very eloquent, if you ask him.

i want to tickle you

you should let me

Dream felt his stomach flip again, warmth spreading through his chest and nerves settling in his throat. He swallowed harshly, taking in a breath and drinking more of his water as he quickly tapped out another text.

why???

to get the energy out

???????

Dream stared at his phone, in complete disbelief and confusion at the words before him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unable to tell if it was from fear, anticipation, excitement, or embarrassment. He chuckled to himself, nerves sending electric shocks through his veins, making the tips of his fingers tingle as he shook the feeling out. He watched those three bubbles pop up again, and he pushed himself back further on his bed to sit cross-legged as a response came in.

cmoooonnnn

you know you love it

i do not!

shut up!!

don’t lie

i’m sure you’re loving this too

i’m sure you’re already getting goosebumps

sapnap

and you can feel the excitement already running through you

sapnap.

and the nerves too huh

oh i’m sure you already have those nervous giggles don’t you aww :((

sapnap!

Dream took in a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling above him and exhaling slowly. His chest felt tight, and he shook out his tingling hands before pressing his knuckles against his cheeks to check their temperature– to his dismay, they were already burning hot, though he could feel that before he even touched them. A surge of warmth quickly spread through his whole body, the tingles in his hands growing stronger with the quickly forming butterflies in his stomach.

yes cutie?

stop it

please

but i don’t wanna :(

Dream couldn’t help but chuckle at the response, always entertained by Sapnap’s form of teasing, biting his lip to stop more giggles from falling, a soft whine escaping instead.

you can’t just

god sap

you can’t do that

but it’s so funnnn to mess with you

and you’re so cute :((

shut UP oh my god

so can i please come tickle you??

pleeeease :(

Dream would be lying if he said he didn’t hesitate.

He scoffed, squirming where he sat, uncrossing his legs just to cross them the other way, rubbing his palm over his knee and pressing his fingertips into the material of his pajama pants. His toes curled underneath him, and he switched between sitting straight up and leaning over to look down at his phone screen.

no!!

shut up no you cannot

fuck off

dreamie :(

wait

i know how to convince you :)

Dream watched in fear as the three bubbles disappeared, waiting approximately three seconds in stunned silence before he realized what that implied.

what

what are you doing

what does that mean what are you gonna do

sap please

whatever it is just

don’t do it

“Fuck…” He whispered to himself when he received no response, looking around anxiously, his entire body tense as he waited to hear the tell-tale sounds of footsteps approaching his bedroom door. He waited, and waited… and waited…

But they never came.

He glanced down at his phone, just as a new message came in.

A voice memo. It was a voice memo.

He was fucked.

no

i’m not listening to that

yes you are

sapnap.

play it <3

Dream whined again, breaking off into a groan as he shook his head and rubbed his palms against his thighs. He took in another breath, falling into the nervous giggles that Sapnap predicted so accurately, dropping his head into his hands and peeking through his fingers as he shakily pressed play. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his hand, lowering his phone volume and holding the speaker up close to his ear so he could hear.

“Alright, handsome, here’s how this is gonna work,” Sapnap’s voice played through the audio, nonchalant as he spoke, but his tone was still stern and matter of fact.

“Oh, god,” Dream groaned, curling in on himself more, biting his lip as he pulled his knees up to hide his face there instead.

“I’m gonna send you this, and then I’m gonna head up to your room, and by the time I get up there, I can promise you’ll be begging me to tickle you.”

“Oh my god…” Dream said with a gasp, covering his mouth with his hand, his entire body buzzing with anticipation, curling his toes against the sheets below him once more. His phone went silent, after a small chuckle from Sapnap came through, and he turned it around to see that the audio had ended. His hands shook as he went to type out another response, his fingers unsure of their own words.

this is stupid

i hate you

leave me alone

Just as he sent those, another voice memo came through, slightly longer this time. Dream whimpered, a pout spreading across his face against his own will, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling above him. He could feel the tingling sensation spreading further through his body, through his chest and arms and legs, making it nearly impossible to bite his lip hard enough to hold in his giggles. He covered his face with his hands and threw his head back, trying to regulate his breathing enough to calm his nerves down.

Needless to say, it didn’t work very well.

no more

please

you can’t do this

listen to it dreamie

it’s okay

Dream groaned again, assuming the same hiding position as he hit play on the new voice memo.

“I’m sure you’re already feeling those ghost tickles too,” Sapnap teased through the audio, and Dream gasped and shook his head at how well Sapnap knew how he felt, curls swaying against his forehead. “I’m sure they’re swirling all around your tummy right now, that’s where they always get you most, huh?”

“St–“ Dream stuttered to himself, turning his head away from his phone as if Sapnap was already in the room with him, teasing him in person instead.

“Now, like I said before, I’m gonna come to your room, and– y’know what? I’ll actually be nice, because I really do just wanna wind down and get all cozy and giggly with you, and I know you love that stuff too–“

“Fuck,” Dream whispered as Sapnap spoke, feeling the warmth spread through his chest and across his face once again, the fluttery feeling in his tummy growing even stronger.

He had to admit, it did sound nice after all this.

“–so I won’t even make you ask… I am gonna tease you to no end still, though, but you knew that already,” Sapnap said with a small giggle, and Dream couldn’t help but giggle as well. “Anyway, hope you’re prepared, because by the time you’re done listening to this I’m probably already on my way.”

“Wh–!” Dream yelped, whipping his phone around to see the audio end, and he stared at his bedroom door for a few seconds in fear. He scoffed in fake offense, rolling his eyes and typing out a message.

you’re ridiculous

you know that, right?

Instead of a response, the top Dream’s phone screen lit up with Sapnap’s contact information, the photo of Sapnap and Patches he had set as his photo staring back at him.

Sapnap was calling him now.

He let it ring for a few seconds, tapping the banner to bring the call full screen, before hitting accept and slowly raising the phone to his ear.

“…Hello?” Dream began, voice quiet and nervous.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Sapnap said, voice overly chipper and enthusiastic. Dream swallowed against the lump in his throat when he heard a door close on the other end of the call. “How are you feeling?”

“Sapnap…” Dream mumbled, anxiously twirling the drawstring of his pajama pants around his pointer finger, looking off to the side to try to compose himself.

“What’s wrong, Dreamie?” Sapnap asked softly, as if he was speaking to a scared animal, and Dream would be lying if he said the tone didn’t help him relax, at least a tiny bit.

“You know…”

“Awww, honey,” Sapnap cooed, making Dream groan and cover his face with his free hand. “Are you nervous?”

“Mhm…” Dream nodded, even though no one was there to see it.

“Aw, Dream,” Sapnap cooed more, and Dream could practically hear the pout on his face, making him groan again. “It’ll be okay, you know I’ll be nice to you, right?”

“I do, but still,” Dream explained, switching his focus to picking at a thread on his comforter that had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

“Yeah, I know, you’re just wound up, huh?”

“Mhm,” Dream replied without thinking, making Sapnap chuckle on the other end.

“It’s okay, Dream. You don’t have to wait much longer.

“Wh…” Dream began, looking up at his door as he heard the long awaited footsteps growing closer and closer. “Why– why do you say that?”

“Take a wild guess,” Sapnap replied, and before Dream had the chance to entertain the idea, there was a knock at his bedroom door, making him gasp and squeal and the pit in his stomach feel like it had dropped ten stories. He couldn’t hold in his giggles anymore, gripping his phone tighter as the door opened and Sapnap walked in, a thrilled smile on his face as he continued laughing along with Dream. “There’s my baby boy.”

“Noho, go away!” Dream shook his head, placing one hand over his stomach as he felt the ghost tickles running rampant over his skin. He watched as Sapnap smiled sweetly at him, ending their call and placing his phone in his pocket.

“Alright,” He began. “Let’s get started.”

[aalissy]

Upside down Kiss

This was a really fun chapter to write hehehhe. Mainly bc I loveeee getting to write Ladrien kisses <3. Lemme know what you think of this chapter :)

AO3

Ladybug hovered with the use of her yo-yo by the window outside Adrien’s room, her heart racing with the anticipation of seeing him. It had become a comforting routine, checking in on him after patrol. She peeked inside and saw Adrien sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. His blond hair fell into his eyes, making him look even more endearing.

Knocking gently on the glass window, she caught his attention. Adrien looked up, his face lighting up with a smile that made her heart flutter. He quickly got up and opened the door, the warmth of his room inviting her in.

"Ladybug! What a surprise," he greeted, stepping aside to let her enter.

"Hey, Adrien," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady and casual. She didn’t want to seem too eager after all. "I was just passing by and thought I'd check in on you. How are you?"

Adrien sighed, a small frown appearing on his face. "I'm okay, just a bit tired."

Ladybug’s heart ached for him. She knew how demanding his life was, balancing school, modeling, and a million other hobbies his father forced him into. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Not really. But I’m glad you’re here. Want to join me? I’m watching Spider-Man."

Her eyes lit up. "Sure, I’d love to."

They settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they watched the movie. Ladybug’s attention drifted between the screen and Adrien, her heart swelling with affection every time he laughed or gasped at the action scenes.

As the iconic upside-down kiss scene played, Adrien sighed wistfully. "I wish I could be kissed like that," he murmured, almost to himself.

Ladybug’s heart skipped a beat, her cheeks burning. She fidgeted with her fingers unable to stop images of them doing the trademark kiss from flooding her mind. It’d be so easy. And so good.  

“D-do...,” she coughed, clearing her throat as her cheeks burned even brighter. “D-do you?”

His head jerked over to her and even his own cheeks looked red. Why did he have to look so cute all of the time?

Adrien tore a hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze as he suddenly looked shy. “D-doesn’t everyone? I-I mean... don’t you?”

Ladybug was struck speechless and finally, she was met with a pair of wide, panicked eyes as he waved his hands out reassuringly. “I-I mean not that you have to... I-I didn’t mean to imply.”

“No, it’s alright Adrien.” She giggled, shaking her head. She grabbed his hands in hers, squeezing them in hers. “I-I do want to have a kiss like that too. L-like you said, everyone wants to try it, right?”

“R-right.” He gave her a shaky nod before turning to stare steadfastly back at the movie. Ladybug did the same, feeling dizzy as she sucked in a deep breath of fresh air.

Then, very softly, over the movie, she heard in a voice barely above a whisper, “Do you… do you want to try?"

Her eyes widened as a deep red flush spread across her cheeks. Adrien wanted... to try the kiss... with her? Was she dreaming? Because, if she was, she prayed she would never wake up. "You mean...?"

He nodded, causing Ladybug’s heart to pound loudly in her chest. "It... it may be silly, but… I want to try. I-If it’s alright with you, of course. If... if not, j-just pretend I never said anything."

She swallowed hard but nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice soft and filled with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Ladybug quickly stood up before she could panic and leave. She wanted to do this! Standing herself up on the back of the couch, she threw her yoyo to the ceiling, securing it firmly, and then hung upside down, her face inches from Adrien's. His green eyes were wide with surprise, but he didn’t move.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, both of them blushing furiously. Then, slowly, Adrien leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. The world seemed to slow as their lips met, a gentle brush that sent sparks through her entire being.

Hanging upside down, Ladybug felt an exhilarating mix of emotions. The kiss was sweet and tender, yet filled with a passion that made her heart race. She could feel Adrien's hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face, deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Ladybug’s cheeks burned, and she could see the blush spreading across Adrien’s face as well.

"Wow," Adrien murmured, his eyes still closed. "That was… incredible."

Ladybug smiled, righting herself and retracting her yoyo. "I’m glad you liked it. I-I thought so too."

His gaze met hers, and there was a newfound intensity in his eyes. "Ladybug, I…"

Adrien's voice trailed off as he stared into her eyes, the words seemingly caught in his throat. Ladybug felt her heart pound louder, each beat echoing the rush of emotions coursing through her.

"Yes?" she prompted gently, hoping to encourage him.

Adrien took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "I-I... I've had feelings for you for a long time. Seeing you tonight, being with you like this, it just made everything clearer. I... I love you, Ladybug."

Ladybug's breath caught in her throat. The world seemed to spin around her, and she felt like she was floating. Adrien, the boy she had admired and cared for deeply, was confessing his love to her. She took a step closer to him, her heart full to bursting.

"Adrien, I... I love you too," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've loved you for so long. I was just scared to tell you."

His face lit up with a radiant smile, one that made Ladybug's heart soar. He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

They stood there, basking in the glow of their mutual confession, the movie forgotten in the background. Ladybug felt an overwhelming sense of relief and joy. All the moments of doubt and fear melted away, replaced by a warmth that filled her entire being.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" Adrien asked softly, his eyes full of affection.

"Of course," Ladybug replied, her smile matching his. "I'd like that."

They settled back on the couch, this time closer than before. Adrien wrapped an arm around her, and Ladybug rested her head on his shoulder. The movie continued to play, but they were more focused on each other, whispering sweet words and sharing shy glances.

As the night wore on, they talked about everything and nothing, their hearts open and unguarded. Ladybug felt a sense of contentment she had never known before. Being with Adrien, knowing he felt the same way about her, made everything else fade into the background.

Eventually, as the moon slowly rose in the sky, she realized that she had to get back home soon. Ladybug sighed, reluctant to leave this perfect moment. Adrien noticed her hesitation and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You have to go, don't you?" he asked a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Yeah," Ladybug replied, her own voice tinged with regret. "But I'll be back. I promise."

Adrien nodded, his smile still warm and reassuring. "I'll be waiting."

With one last, lingering kiss, Ladybug stood up and made her way to the balcony. She glanced back at Adrien, her heart swelling with love and hope. "Goodnight, Adrien."

"Goodnight, Ladybug," he replied, his eyes shining with emotion.

With a final wave, Ladybug leaped off the balcony and into the night, her heart soaring higher than ever before. As she swung through the city, she couldn't help but touch her lips, still tingling from the kiss. Tonight had been a turning point, a moment she would cherish forever.

She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she and Adrien would face them together. And that thought filled her with a sense of peace and happiness that she had never known before.

[dogma1999]

WIP Wednesday Or As I Like to Call It, Thursday

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to share some WIP stuff even though it's not Wednesday. That's okay, it didn't feel like a Wednesday anyways. Have some stuff from my Driver/Bianca fic I'm working on.

The two continue to sit there together, sharing earbuds as more of Deftones’ discography plays for them. Driver is quiet, always is, always has been, but so is Bianca, he notes. Her eyes don’t stray from her educational materials, except for the occasional darting glance to him, and she doesn’t speak. The most noise she’ll make is humming along to the music, which Driver actually enjoys and finds endearing. He scans her textbook as she does, though he doesn’t understand much of what it says. He finds himself focusing more on her, from the obvious physical traits to the smallest of details. 

A double Dolly Parton beauty mark adjacent to the corner of her lips. The way her hands tremble ever so slightly, even while she writes. Her handwriting itself, girly and almost script-like but still a mix of print and cursive. The way her thick, dark eyebrows emote as she reads and thinks. Her lips’ corners twitching into a small smile when a song she particularly enjoys begins to play– he notes the name, “Engine No. 9.” 

French tipped nails tapping gently to the song, but not the drums, as one may expect– no, Bianca taps out the bass part, in a line like the neck of the instrument would be. Driver himself is attentive of bass parts in songs, and silently appreciates her knowledge of them. Is she a bassist, he wonders, his imagination beginning to wander to thoughts of Bianca sitting and playing, her delicate fingers plucking at the strings. Or, perhaps, she plays with a pick…

His fantasy is cut short when Bianca looks at her watch, and sighs softly. She flips the textbook and her notebook shut, sticking the pen in the spot she intends to pick back up on, then takes both earbuds into her hands with a yank and pockets them and the phone, and begins to get up. Driver instinctively reaches out and grabs her by the arm, to which Bianca responds with a small gasp, but she doesn’t fight him.

“What are you…” she asks nervously, big brown eyes wide in anticipation, not fear.

“I…” He begins to stammer, releasing his grip on her arm, “…where are you going?” 

Bianca tilts her head at him, still unsure how to feel about the way he’d just grabbed her. “Well, I have work soon. I was going to catch a bus, I need to go. It was nice meeting you and listening to music together, though.”

Driver gets up and stands beside her, or, rather, over her, and shoves his hands in his pockets. He stares at her for a moment, and she’s caught in his icy gaze, unable to take another step closer to the bus stop.

“I can drive you,” he says with a ghost of a smile on his face, hoping she would accept his offer.

Bianca giggles and tucks a blonde lock behind her ear. “Sure, why not. You are Driver, after all.”

He nods, his smile widening. “Okay. My car’s over here.”

Bianca follows the mysterious man to the side of the road where a bluish grey Chevy Malibu is parked. Driver unlocks the passenger door and holds it open for her, and Bianca slides into the car. She clutches her books against her chest, not bothering to put on a seatbelt, and Driver shuts the door behind her. He then gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car. A loud, powerful engine springs to life and startles Bianca slightly, but she recovers quickly. Driver takes notes of her surprised little gasp, the way her lips part ever so slightly, how her eyes widen just a bit more than normal. 

“Where’s work?” Driver asks before pulling his car out of its spot. He knows every location in this city, so even just a name will tell him where to go.

“Saint Christopher’s hospital,” Bianca answers. “It’s at–”

“I know where it is,” Driver cuts her off. He then whips out of his parking spot and onto the road, accelerating quicker than any car Bianca had ever been in.

As they drive to the hospital, Bianca smiles. “I really love your car,” she tells Driver. “I’m such a fan of these older model muscle cars. I’m partial to the ‘69 Chevelle myself.”

This puts a grin on Driver’s face. “You like the Chevelle? It shares a common ancestor with this car, did you know that?”

Bianca nods. “Yeah. I love the Malibu as well. A shame what modern models have turned into. They don’t have the style or power of one like this.”

Driver’s grin is now so wide it's showing teeth. “Yeah.”

They soon reach the hospital, what with Driver’s knowledge of LA’s every location and the speed of his car. He screeches to a halt at the front entrance, and Bianca bounces back and forward in the seat at the sudden stop. 

She laughs, an exhilarated, amused laugh, and readies herself to exit. “Thanks for the ride, Driver. I’m glad I met you.”

As she steps out and shuts the door, Driver nods in response to her, clearly meaning he feels the same. He watches attentively as the blonde bounds into her workplace, her hair bouncing as she practically skips into the door. She walks on her toes, he notices. How cute.

[sllverchariot]

Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Three

You're a bright eyed and ambitious Anthropology student, just setting off for the international vacation of your dreams. Just days into your trip, however, you encounter a devious and charming man who would set into motion a string of events that would change your life forever, for better or for worse ♡ word count - 2.2k ♡ warnings - some brief mentions of previous trauma/emotional abuse/manipulation/cheating ♡ notes - this is crossposted on ao3 under the same username as here. there are currently eight chapters written and posted over there so i'll be working on posting them here as well. this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. enjoy!!!

Although the journey to your next destination was certainly longer than you originally anticipated, with a few stops in between for errands, the drive truly felt like forever as one of your new companions chattered incessantly in your ear. 

It was never ending flirting, rambling, you started to go stir crazy trapped in the leather seat of the taxi. 

You kept your cool, smiling and nodding along, even throwing in the occasional laugh to appease your new “friend”, although you grew more irritated with every passing minute. The occasional brushing of your arm, grabbing of your hand, the suggestive looks. 

You couldn’t say you were surprised by this development, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Your hopeless romantic heart beating faster with every eloquent pick-up line, only for it to be broken when your cynical brain caught up. 

You were in a silent battle between head and heart, but eventually your head would win the war as the relentless poking and prodding from the Frenchman pushed you to your limit. 

As you were getting ready to say something, to tell him to lay off a little bit, the taxi slowed to a stop, outside a gorgeous, ornate hotel. You stared for a moment, before the gentlemen in the backseat urged you out of the vehicle. 

You climbed out, gathering your few belongings, and stood on the pavement, awaiting the rest of your group.

You all filed inside, leaving Mr. Joestar to pay the taxi driver. When you arrived inside the building, you were a little awestruck by the gorgeous architecture, imagining what it would be like if you’d been able to stay at a place like this on your solo trip. As you drifted into your daydream, a familiar figure appeared beside you.

”Ah, what a gorgeous establishment we’re staying it. Perfectly suited to the needs of someone such as myself. Wouldn’t you agree, madame?” He leaned in, dropping his voice only slightly quieter than normal, “Wouldn’t you like to spend a night together here with moi? I’m sure the beds are plenty big enough for two.” He purred, and you fought back a roll of the eyes. 

“I actually think I’d prefer my own room, if possible.” You muttered. When Mr. Joestar was finished taking care of things with the taxi driver, he strolled inside and up to the hotel clerk. 

The rest of your group sat a few feet away in the lounge, and you elected to join them, hoping for a reprieve from the excessive flirting of the Frenchman. You sat in a small cushioned chair, peeping in on the chatter between the others. You watched from a distance as the conversation between Mr. Joestar and the receptionist grew more heated. 

While you awkwardly fiddled with the hem of your dress, not wanting to invite yourself to someone else’s conversation, you wondered where Polnareff may have ended up, noticing things had grown quieter over the last few minutes. As you did a cursory glance around the room, you spotted him cozied up on a loveseat in the lobby with a beautiful young woman.

He seemed to be pulling out all the stops, while she giggled in response. You rolled your eyes, unable to hold it back this time, and scoffed lightly. Although it irritated you, you were grateful to know with certainty that he had a one track mind, just like every other man, and was only on the hunt for one thing. 

You took a deep breath, and turned your gaze elsewhere, just as Mr. Joestar walked up. He held only three room keys in his hands, and you sighed. You knew what this meant, and knew it would be an awkward night regardless of who you ended up rooming with. 

“There weren’t enough single rooms left for tonight, so we’re gonna have to double up.” He explained, and held back a sigh. 

“Jotaro and I can share a room.” Chimed Kakyoin. “It makes sense, since we’re both students.” 

“Avdol and I will share since we have some things to discuss about the next leg of our journey.” Stated Mr. Joestar, and your heart dropped into your stomach. You took a deep breath, and the old man seemed to notice your dejected expression. “Don’t worry (Y/N), Polnareff is all bark and no bite. If he gives you any trouble, Avdol and I will just be a floor below.” You forced a smile and a nod, not wanting to come off as ungrateful. 

After a bit of back and forth, the six of you piled into the elevator, for a painfully awkward ride. Floor by floor, the rest of your group disembarked, leaving just you and Polnareff alone in the elevator. 

“Ah, mademoiselle, I so look forward to spending this night together. I can only hope that every night on this journey is spent together as well.” He shifted closer to you. “You know, if you have a bad dream, you can always climb into my bed. I won’t hold it against you.” You stayed quiet. Before he could continue, the elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open. You nearly ran into the hallway, savoring the few brief moments where you could put some distance between the two of you.

You inspected the key in your hand, which read ‘707’. You turned a corner and spotted the corresponding room. You fiddled with the lock for a moment, before the door swung open to reveal what could only be described as your worst nightmare. 

The room was gorgeous, intentionally decorated to match the ornate architecture of the hotel. Intricate carpets, glowing white bedsheets, a desk in the corner, which atop sat complimentary water, coffee, and tea. By all accounts, it was a lovely room, far out of your realm of possibility in any other circumstances. 

However, there was one glaring issue. 

Alone in the middle of the room, sat the tragedy. 

One, singular, stand-alone, all-by-itself, bed. 

There was only one bed.

You swiftly pulled the door shut, the white haired man trailing behind you and catching up just as the door slammed. Your hand lingered on the doorknob, panicked beyond belief at the sight on the other side of the door. 

“What’s the matter? Why aren’t you going in?” questioned the Frenchman. You stumbled over your words as you replied. 

“We…. We can’t stay here…” You let out a sigh and let your head fall against the door with a quiet thud, fully aware that you had no other options. 

“What do you mean we can’t stay here? What’s wrong with it?” Polnareff questioned further, and you pulled your head away from the door, feeling utterly defeated. You fumbled with the key for a moment before the door swung open once again, revealing the tragedy inside. Although you were staring dead-eyed ahead, you could feel Polnareff’s smirk boring into your soul.

He waltzed inside the room while you just watched, and plopped down on the lush mattress. You slowly crept in after him, and he seemed to notice the solemn expression on your face, as he was quick to pipe up. “It’s a king sized bed! Plenty of room for two. I’m happy to sleep on the edge, although I’m sure we’ll be close by the time we fall asleep.” 

You shook your head and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. You knew you were being dramatic, but you had such a long day with all of the ridiculous events that unfolded and you were already so tired, that you weren’t sure how much more of his antics you’d be able to tolerate. 

“Oh madame, don’t look so blue! The universe intended for things to work out this way! I’ll be able to protect you better if we’re cuddled up together anyways. If you have a nightmare, I’ll be right there beside you.” He reached out and cupped his hand in yours, causing you to stand up and pull away. 

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You said flatly, and made haste to your destination. You shut and locked the door behind you, and took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. At least you would have a small window of reprieve from his ramblings. 

As you turned on the water to wash your face, an unfortunate realization hit you. In your impulsive decision to leave everything behind and accompany a group of random strangers on an international mission to kill a vampire, you had forgotten literally all of your things. They were still at your hotel, the one that you never checked out of. You shook your head, amazed at your lack of foresight, and tried to count your blessings that no one could take your things so long as you were still checked in. You would just have to worry about the bill later, and go out shopping for your essentials ASAP. 

By the time you finished in the bathroom, the room was almost fully cast in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of the TV Polnareff was watching. Despite spending a questionably long amount of time hiding in the bathroom, you eventually forced yourself to go out and brave the unfortunate sleeping arrangement that was waiting for you.

When Polnareff saw you emerge from the bathroom, he immediately sat up, patting the empty spot beside him. “Oh, I was waiting for you! I was getting so lonely out here by myself.” He leaned back slightly. “I kept the bed warm for you.” He smirked, and you could do nothing but shake your head. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, and grabbed your shoes out of the bathroom to place them at the front door. You could feel his eyes follow you as you moved throughout the room.

”Aren’t you going to climb in with me? We’ve got a big day tomorrow, we should get comfortable now. I was missing you, even for such a short time apart.” You placed your shoes beside the entrance, and turned back to face him. 

“Do you think you could give it a rest?” You asked, trying to sound as polite as possible while still being firm.

”Well, I doubt we’ll be getting much rest to-“

You cut him off before he had a chance to finish. “I’m serious! You need to lay off! I don’t know what I’m doing to make you think I’m interested but please, god, tell me and I’ll stop. I haven’t responded to your advances in the slightest but still, you persist! I guess I have to give you credit for being consistent.” You laughed sarcastically and shook your head. “I tried to bite my tongue and be respectful, because you all were gracious enough to not kill me and let me come along with you but at this point I’ll take my chances with Dio on my own. At least try to think with your brain and not your dick.” You spat, arms crossed and heart racing, but almost immediately you began to feel guilty as you watched his expression change. 

He looked like a kicked puppy, and suddenly you felt like the most evil person in the world. 

“I… Apologize for my behavior…” He stood up from the bed and turned away. “I’ll sleep on the floor and you can have the bed.” He quietly collected a pillow and blanket and began setting up on the floor, in a corner, as far away from you as possible. 

You felt another pang of guilt as you watched him and uncrossed your arms, still feeling absolutely terrible. “No, no, wait. I’ll sleep on the floor. I don’t mind. I’m the one who had a problem in the first place.” You walked over to him and reached for the pillow, but he had a firm grip. “I’m serious, I’ve been sleeping in shitty hotels since I left the states so it’s really not much different.”

”A lady should never sleep on the floor. You should get some rest.” 

“I really don’t mind. You and the others have been at this much longer than I have, so just give me the pillow and I’ll take the-“ 

“I don’t deserve to sleep in the bed.” Polnareff snapped, cutting you off and swiftly pulling the pillow out of your hand and tossing it on the ground. 

You stood in stunned silence for a moment, staring at the man in front of you, who now had his back turned as he prepared his makeshift bed. You thought you hurt his pride, but now you started to wonder if you had struck something deeper. Without another word, you retreated into the bathroom once again, hoping a shower would wash away some of the stress and awkwardness. The tension in the air of the bedroom thick enough to cut with a knife. 

-

When you stepped out of the bathroom again, all of the lights and TV had been turned off, and Polnareff was sleeping soundly on the floor. As you looked at the grown man curled up, another pang of guilt came.

You didn’t mean to truly hurt him, you just couldn’t take him hurting you anymore, regardless of his intentions. 

You crept into the bed as quietly as possible, and eventually managed to drift off to sleep.