#or a drabble or smth

[joocomics]

please expand on jungsu & jooyeon poly. what would the dynamics be like? i need to be involved.

i found my people 🫶🏼 i feel the need to start by saying y’all know i always say jooyeon is the least likely to agree to a threesome so to me he’s the least likely to end up in a poly too, BUT a girl can dream so let me pull out my notes!

i think poly with them could work surprisingly well (istg i’m trying my best not to be biased here). we see them bickering and basically being at their throats all the time, but the two of them have something that makes their bond really stable besides them just being capable of working efficiently well together already because of their positions in the band

jooyeon is spirited and outgoing, go with the flow type of person i might say, and jungsu is more composed, observant and soft spoken which balances jooyeon’s personality. one thing they have in common though is they’re both a little bit of hopeless romantics. neither of them has fwb tendencies, they’re searching for the one as cheesy as it may sound. which means they’re looking for a stable relationship that’s for the long run, and if they’re going to do poly they’ll do their best to work even better side by side including putting equal amount of efforts into this

jungsu is big on gestures, taking you out on dates (romantic and more adventurous), gifts and flowers, while jooyeon is a more stay at home for quality time type of boyfriend, big on physical touch and expressing his love through… his own language idek how to describe it, but one of the things he values the most is the way he can slow down with you. so you’re getting the best of both worlds when you’re hanging out separately, however when it’s the three of you jooyeon unlocks jungsu’s more chaotic side and that always makes it a fun time. no matter how silly they get they’re always very protective over you though. when you’re at the club or attending friends’ parties jooyeon always gets jealous first and jungsu is the one who has to calm him down, reassuring him everything’s fine so he can keep things under control - one jealous joo is already enough chaos, - but sometimes his overreacting can get to jungsu not gonna lie, and he ends up having to pretend he’s okay, but deep down he’s a little bit jealous now too, so you get two pretty men with intimidating stares all fixated on you throughout the whole night

actually… speaking of jealousy, what could end up being a lil problem, at the first stage of the relationship, because you’ll work it out eventually, is jooyeon being jealous on different occasions. we know how he can be, right? 🙄 he doesn’t want it to be like that, it’s not about lack of trust in you nor jungsu at all, he just can’t help but want to have you when he wants to have you yk? his want to have your attention on him is going to be evident in the bedroom too; in the way he talks possessively at you, and in the way his hands always go to your face, directing your eyes at him. if he’s not on the receiving side or feeling soft or lazy, he’s a condescending or just more vulgar dom while jungsu is the romantic one (every time) who always praises you on the filthy things jooyeon has you doing for them. jungsu is only rough through his touch (and dick) solely because he can’t control himself when he gets into it and jooyeon will always remind him that it’s okay because he knows you like it - since sex with him will be more nasty than with jungsu. “look at her, she can take it and more,” jooyeon will smirk whenever jungsu pants in your face through sweet apologetic pecks, “i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry…” because he overstimulated you to the point you got teary eyed…

this got longer than expected, can you tell i’ve been thinking about this? 😭

[sexlapis]

obsessed with the idea of nanami just putting you on his lap whenever he gets the chance 💭

watching tv? you’re on his lap watching whatever he’s watching. working at his desk in his office? you’re on his lap watching him scribbling all over random paper work you couldn’t care less about. you’re playing video games? you’re on his lap just because he wants to watch you play the game you like spending his money on. you’re on the phone? he’s putting you one his lap, so now you’re both on the phone. you’re doing work? yeah, you’re on his lap and his chin is looking over your shoulder to admire your writing. you just got back from work? he’s putting you in his lap and listening to you talk about your boss and annoying coworkers.

just nanami putting you on his lap whenever he wants to!

ps i made a little fic abt it <3

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

tiger!sukuna taking care of his kitty...

you squirm and twitch as his large, rough tongue runs up and down the juncture throat, the side of your neck, your jaw. your tiny hands push at his chest but it's of no use – he's just so much bigger and stronger than you. his tail sways from side to side and his ears keep twitching out of excitement; he can smell you, really smell you, and he can't stop grinning to himself – you keep trying to resist him while in reality... you love it.

his poor little kitty – overwhelmed by his need to simply take care of you:(((

the deep rumble, the low purr that reverberates through his chest is making you feel dizzy and you can't hold back the broken mewl that spills from your bitten lips. you feel his mean grin against your skin and it makes you try to push him off again. it doesn't work. when you try to fight him, fight his love for you – it only eggs him on further. his sharp nails dig into the soft meat of your waist as he lowers his hips, making you gasp when you feel his bulge rubbing against your heat.

claws sink into you and he's most certainly marks on your, oh, so sensitive skin; he uses his free hand to grab and turn your head to the other side as he licks and licks and licks – his saliva covers just about every inch of your neck and he just can't get enough. he holds your face in his big hands and he revels in the size difference... you're just so small compared to him:(( you don't even have a chance:(((

"stop... s'too much." you whine as you squirm under him. "'m clean now, kuna..."

that earns you a nip at your jaw.

he pushes you deeper into the mattress. he's nowhere even close to being done with you. he's only at your neck? what about the rest of your body? he'd rather have you crying from the suffocating weight of his overbearing love than to leave you like this – dirty and smelling like... well, not him. this is completely unacceptable!!!!

[buntanteen]

cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)

summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3

contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu

after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.

walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.

slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.

trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.

the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.

ames note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons

author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.

[luxbub]

rafe cameron x pouge!reader

cw: daddy kink, p in v, swearing, slight breeding kink, a tiny bit of overstimulation

Raised in poverty, you had quite the idea of what the life of a figure eight resident was.

Silk sheets, walk-in closets, at least five bedrooms, personal bathroom, maid, personal chef, clothes for every day of the week and what not. The thing you loved most though; the possession you heart yearned most for—a yatch.

A yatch where your husband could bend you over and fuck you straight down into the water underneath, until you passed out from lack of oxygen.

But those were just dreams, until they weren’t.

“Yeah—you like that, princess? You like my dick fucking babies into you?” Your pussy involuntary clenches at his words, as rafe doesn’t falter the relentless pace of his hips.

“M—more.” You barely manage to say with the constant bobbing of your head and rafe’s rough thrusts.

“Huh? W-what was that, princess? You want more of daddy’s cock?” Your tits keep on bouncing as rafe’s rough thrust quite literally are almost breaking the bed from how hard he is fucking you.

"Y-Yes, I- hmh", you sputter, and your wish is his command as he immediately hauls your leg up on his shlouder, nearly folding you in half.

The new change of angle is almost enough to drive you to your hundredth orgasm for the day, but when rafe drags his thumb over your clit—only two times needed, for your legs to start spasming again and for your head to roll back, gasping as another wave of pleasure hits you.

“S-shit, princess, i’m gonna cum.” You can only gape in response, as rafe’s continuous drilling into your hole drives you on the verge of overstimulation.

The involuntary clench of your pussy, makes enough for rafe to paint your walls white with his release, giving only a few more lazy thrusts until his stills inside of you.

[echo-riot]

✞⛧ Being Ambessa’s 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 girlfriend (headcannons) ✞⛧

• Ambessa doesn’t care about the gossip or whispers about your age gap; she’s fiercely unapologetic about your relationship.

• “Let them talk,” she says dismissively, her tone laced with confidence. “They’re just jealous they’ll never have what we do.”

• She adores your youthful energy and often teases you about how “adorably naive” you can be in certain situations.

• Ambessa is incredibly protective, especially when people make snide remarks. She’ll shut them down with a single glare—or a sharp retort if needed.

• She takes pride in teaching you things, whether it’s her favorite chess strategies, combat skills, or life lessons from her years of experience.

• Ambessa spoils you relentlessly to make up for any negativity you might face. Gifts, lavish trips, and surprises become the norm in your relationship.

• She adores showing you off at high-profile events, draping you in luxurious attire and keeping you close to her side as if to say, “Yes, she’s mine.”

• The way you admire her wisdom and strength secretly softens her, though she’d never admit it outright.

• Ambessa’s favorite moments are when you challenge her or bring a fresh perspective to her life. It reminds her why she fell for you in the first place.

• She enjoys teasing you about your inexperience in certain areas but always in a way that’s playful and affectionate.

• Ambessa’s leadership instincts kick in when she sees anyone try to take advantage of your youth. “You’ll regret underestimating her—or me.”

• Despite the age gap, she never treats you as anything less than an equal. Your voice and opinions hold just as much weight as hers.

• Ambessa is amused by your ability to bring out her softer, more playful side—something very few people ever get to see.

• She loves hearing your dreams and aspirations, always encouraging you to chase them. “The world is yours, darling. Take it.”

• When people question your relationship, Ambessa doesn’t bother justifying it. “Our love is none of their business.”

• You bring a sense of lightness and joy to her otherwise intense and calculated life, something she deeply values.

• Ambessa can’t help but be captivated by your youthful curiosity. She enjoys answering your questions about her life, career, and the world she’s built.

• She has no patience for anyone trying to undermine your intelligence or capabilities because of your age. “She’s smarter than you’ll ever be.”

• Ambessa takes her role as your partner seriously, ensuring you feel safe, loved, and supported in all aspects of your life.

• She often jokes about how much you keep her young at heart, though you know she secretly means it.

• Ambessa’s love for you is obvious in the way she looks at you—as if you’re the only thing that matters in the room.

• In private, she’ll sometimes confess her worries about the age gap, but your reassurances are all she needs to push those doubts aside.

• She makes an effort to learn about your interests, even if they’re completely foreign to her. It’s her way of showing how much she values you.

• Ambessa loves hearing your laughter, especially when she’s the one to cause it. She sees it as a sound worth protecting.

• When the two of you are alone, Ambessa drops her tough exterior entirely, letting her love for you shine through in soft touches and tender words.

• She sees your youth as a blessing, not a disadvantage. To her, it’s a chance to nurture something pure and beautiful in her otherwise hardened life.

• Ambessa has a habit of calling you pet names like “little one” or “darling,” often in a tone that’s both teasing and affectionate.

• She loves taking you on spontaneous adventures, just to see your face light up with excitement.

• If anyone dares to call your relationship “inappropriate,” Ambessa will coldly remind them who they’re dealing with: a woman who’s conquered armies and built empires.

• You’ve learned to keep up with her sharp wit and tongue, and she secretly delights in your quick comebacks.

• Ambessa enjoys spoiling you with decadent meals, often inviting you to dine with her in private, candlelit settings where she can lavish you with attention.

• She’s a natural at slipping into a protective role, always scanning the room to ensure you’re comfortable and safe.

• Ambessa has a soft spot for seeing you in oversized sweaters or robes when you’re lounging—it’s a reminder of how much younger and carefree you are compared to her.

• She frequently surprises you with handwritten letters, filled with poetic musings about her love for you, which you treasure deeply.

• When you get flustered or shy, Ambessa finds it utterly endearing and can’t help but smirk at your innocence.

• She secretly adores how you bring color and warmth into her often stoic and structured life, even if she pretends to be unaffected.

• Ambessa always notices when you’re uncomfortable in a situation, quickly diffusing any tension and whisking you away to somewhere more private.

• Despite her strong exterior, Ambessa allows herself to be vulnerable with you, sharing stories from her past that she’s never told anyone else.

• You’re the only one who can convince her to take breaks from her work or relax for a while. “Only because you asked so sweetly,” she says with a smirk.

• Ambessa can’t resist buying you jewelry, particularly pieces that remind her of you—delicate yet bold, just like her beloved.

• She loves running her fingers through your hair, especially when you’re lying together in the quiet moments of the night.

• You bring out Ambessa’s playful side; she’ll jokingly challenge you to games or competitions, knowing she’ll let you win just to see you gloat.

• Ambessa often comments on how lucky she is to have you, even if she doesn’t say it in front of others. “You’re the one thing in my life I’ll never take for granted.”

• When you’re upset, she doesn’t always know how to comfort you with words, but her actions speak volumes. Whether it’s holding you close or solving the problem for you, she ensures you feel loved.

• Ambessa can’t resist showing off her strength, often lifting you effortlessly just to see your surprised (and slightly flustered) reaction.

• She enjoys sharing quiet evenings with you, sipping wine by the fireplace as you discuss everything from history to your latest passions.

• Ambessa loves when you lean on her—both physically and emotionally—knowing that she’s your safe haven in a world that can be harsh.

• Whenever you’re apart, she sends you small tokens of her love, like pressed flowers or notes that remind you she’s always thinking of you.

• Ambessa is fiercely loyal, and she expects the same in return. The bond you share feels unshakable, despite the outside world’s judgment.

• You’ve managed to make her smile and laugh in ways she never thought possible, and she cherishes those moments more than she’ll ever admit.

• Despite her composed demeanor, Ambessa secretly enjoys when you surprise her with kisses or small gestures of affection.

• She always keeps her promises to you, whether it’s something as small as a date or as grand as a life-changing commitment.

• Ambessa doesn’t just love you for your youth—she loves you for the unique light and life you bring into her world, making it brighter and more beautiful every day.

•|||——————————————————————|||•

[saetiate]

cora! this event is such a cute idea :’) humbly requesting temperance with rin itoshi please. gn reader is fine!

itoshi rin x reader (gender neutral), wound-tending, fluff wc: 0.5k ❥ valentines event (requests still open!), co-written with @venustrvck a/n: AAAH i feel so nervous u r the first req i'm posting :')) THANK YOU SM for participating friend !!!

There's blood. More blood than he thought, down his face, down the sink. It trickles down the curve of white porcelain and coalesces at the bottom; rivers of blood conjoining into a lake.

There's a knock at the door. "Rin."

He ignores it. Who would want their partner to see them like this? Bleeding out his nose and his cheek. Weak, Sae would say. Lukewarm.

"If you don't open this door," the white lacquered wood separates you, a barrier he's put up on purpose, muffling your voice. "I'm going to break the door down."

Rin snorts. Like that's about to happen. He draws a stinging line down his cheek as he slides an alcohol-soaked cotton across the cut.

"You think I can't do it? Haven't you seen those videos where babies get stuck under cars and the mothers lift the car?"

The door swings open, his long arm catching it at the edge. Rin's hair is in his face, bangs clinging to his forehead with sweat. He's giving you the worst side-eye, bright blue shining in slits from behind his strands under the unforgiving bathroom light. "I'm not your baby."

You step into his space, too close for his comfort, not close enough for his needs. Let yourself into this part of him that he's been trying to hide from you. "You might as well be."

Rin busies himself with his reflection, making every attempt to ignore you, ignore the unfurling shame in his gut, despite your concerned face creeping through his side-view.

"How bad is it?"

Rin doesn't answer. You cup the uncut side of his face with one hand.

"I'm here for you. You can show me."

Warm hands enclose his own as you gingerly grasp the cotton pad; you take it away with gentle fingers. He doesn't turn. He doesn't look at you. Your voice turns into something gentle. "Let me do this for you."

He wants to hide. Wants to run away. That furrowed space between your brows is the last thing he wants to see. He can't do either of those things, so he closes his eyes.

And then all he knows is your warmth, your body pressed against his. There's the sound of shuffling, and a new, cool alcohol-dipped cotton ball is pressed to his cheek. He wants to hiss at the contact, but he bites the inside of his cheek instead. He's shown enough weakness to you today.

"It's okay, Rin." You say it almost knowingly, your hand moves to the back of his neck, bringing him down so you can better reach. "There's nothing wrong with letting someone else take care of you."

You think he mumbles your name.

"It's me, isn't it?" You're so close to him that your nose brushes against his. The cotton pad moves down over the abrasion on his jaw, clearing away the grime and leaving rough, red skin in its wake.

"It's just me, so you can show me if it hurts. No one else has to know."

It's like a cleansing of sorts, his body relaxing against the counter, leaning his face into your hands. A cleansing from the situation, from all the times he wasn't able to say what he needed. Don't you know that there are those who would take without remorse, what you give to him so freely?

This time, when you press against his wound, his hand tightens where it holds your waist.

[hanfourz]

— m.jh thought [✷]

🪼- this has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i had to get it out. (also making this into a longer drabble bc whew; so enjoy this little snippet ig)

warnings: suggestive towards the end, kissing

thinking abt college bsf!myungjae who has a massive crush on you. he doesn't even try to hide it, he's literally so obsessed with you. if someone is looking for jaehyun, they look for you first because wherever you are he follows not too far behind. you can't even fully recall how you two became best friends. you remember him coming into the cafe you worked at a lot with his friends, conveniently around the time you would start your shift. he was always really friendly and sweet, making conversation while he waited for his order to be finished. you remember watching him and his goofball friends bicker loudly in the middle of the coffee shop and when you'd accidentally let out a giggle he was the first to look your way. you remember him one day asking you when your shift was over and him telling you to find him in the library once you were done. since that day, you two have been practically inseparable.

finals were coming up and the two of you had decided to become study partners. terrible idea really because he didn't have a serious bone in his body. whenever he came to your dorm to "study", you two always ended up studying for maybe ten minutes max before yall were huddled up on the couch watching tv. you had to resort to studying alone once he'd left. bad decision number two was letting him convince you to come study at his dorm because his roommate would be out and you'd have "peace and quiet" (as if that was a thing around myung jaehyun). when you got there wearing a baggy tshirt and shorts, jaehyun visibly gulped. everyone but you was very aware of his crush on you and it was times like this that made it especially difficult for him. because how was he meant to act somewhat normal when you looked like that. he wasn't sure he wanted you to be aware of how he felt about you, too scared to lose you as a friend entirely.

jaehyun was even more touchy than usual, body pressed right up against yours as you two sat on his bed. touchiness wasn't uncharacteristic for him, he was like that with everyone but today it was much worse. you didn't really understand why he seemed to be attached to your hip today but you can't say you were complaining. you never minded jaehyuns clinginess, it was actually one of the things you came to rly love about him. once your (very short) study sesh was over, he offered to walk with you back to your dorm since it was dark out. you never turned down spending more time with him and you two headed to the elevator. as you walked you had started yapping to him about something going on with some friends from one of your other classes. he wasn't really paying attention though, hyper focused on the way your cut-neck shirt was falling dangerously low on your shoulder.

as soon as you two were in the elevator, jaehyun was extremely close to you again. when you looked up at him, you were shocked to see the way he was looking at you. and when his hands found the curve of your hips and he was asking to please kiss you, the puzzle pieces started to click in your head. truth is, you'd always found him devastatingly attractive but refused to entertain those thoughts, trying not to catch feelings for someone who was just supposed to be a friend. but you'd be stupid to deny him right now and you'd be a liar if you said you hadn't wanted to kiss him since that first day you saw him in that cafe. so you gave in, you let him kiss you breathless on that elevator and you invited him into your dorm when you realized that your roommate was out. you let him indulge in every lewd fantasy he'd had of you right on your very bed.

[helioswritings]

The kisses on your neck are frantic, almost desperate in their intensity. Your grip on Argenti’s hair hasn’t loosened, even as he bucks into you.

The dark corner you’re in isn’t near dark enough for what you’re doing, but you don’t think the knight has it in him to care, if his desperate whimpers are anything to go by. He’s oblivious to the world around him, his beautiful green eyes shut tight as he continues what he’s doing.

“Argenti—Argenti we can’t.”

He groans in slight annoyance, but pauses his assault on your neck. “It’s been months since I’ve had the pleasure of gazing upon you, please don’t deny me this.”

You laugh and cup his face, drawing him into a slow kiss. “I’d rather die than deny you anything, my love, but the fact of the matter is that we’re rather exposed.”

He looks around, realization dawning on him slowly. “You’re right. The only one who should see you like this is me.”

Argenti sets you on the ground delicately, his lips are swollen and his face is flushed, his pupils dilated so wide that the emerald green of his eyes are scarcely more than a thin ring of green around the black. You let him lead you to your apartment

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi never thought he could ever want someone so badly. he would kill to press his lips against giyuu’s, he would live every life if he got to see giyuu in each of them. he was on his knees, praying, wishing, hoping that he might just be enough for giyuu, might have a chance. he took back every time he teased obanai for his infatuation with mitsuri. he understood much more than he wished. this adoration — this pure, torturous want to be the one giyuu loved, to be the one in giyuu’s arms, to be anything for him because somehow, in some way, giyuu was everything for sanemi. he desperately needed him. he needed to be someone important in giyuu’s life. he needed to be in giyuu’s life. just giyuu and sanemi and nobody else.

[whosyuno]

nerd!jaehyun is unexpectedly whiny when he’s turned on. 

usually, he’s soft spoken, quiet and fades into the background of any gatherings he’s at. you’d expect it because he’s the typical nerd with no life, who only studies and barely knows any current pop culture references (the only ones he knows are from minimally six months back). 

yet, when he’s under you, he’s a mess and babbles on incoherently. 

“oh my- please,” he begs against your lips. 

his body shivers at your every touch and he looks so completely fucked out even though all you’ve done is makeout with him. his cheeks are flushed and he’s breathing heavily. it makes you wonder if he’s so sensitive because he’s so sexually repressed from studying 24/7 and, if so, it makes you want to bully him more, to tease out of him sides that not even he knew existed. 

“please what?” you tease, half-knowing that he's too fucked out to even give a proper answer.

and like you predict, he whines but nothing coherent comes out of it. his head is fuzzy from the blood rush and all rational thought completely leaves his mind. instead, his hips eagerly bucks against your clothed core. 

you don’t make his life any easier; your hips match his unsteady pace as you grind yourself down against his clothed bulge. even when separated by your clothes, you could feel his hard cock throbbing. you’d bet that he’s already made a mess in his boxer brief from his precum leaking out everywhere.

your movements draws out a needy moan out of his lips, as he wraps his arms around your waist and guides your hips so that it hits the very spot he likes. his lips part to make way for a sleuth of whimpers punctuated by his pleas and oh-oh my gods, fuck- i’m g’na cum. 

his hips go from proper clumsy thrusts into a series of shallow, messy ruts. he’s unable to think straight but he imagines how tight and warm your pussy would be around his virgin cock. he wonders of how your lips would feel around his cock - will you choke on it or will you take it like the campus slut you are?

these obscene images push his teetering orgasm past the edge. 

“fuck baby- oh my… wait! i’-m gonna cum,” his lips tremble in desperate pleasure as his hips meet yours in a shaky thrust before he cums in his pants. 

he drools and whines and whimpers like a puppy as he rides out his orgasm, all while still rutting against your hips and you can’t help but think he looks so beautiful coming undone under you. 

nerd!jaehyun is unexpectedly a dirty puppy for you. 

[lovesickeros]

☆ glimpse of divinity

{☆} characters lyney, neuvillette [ separate ] {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 0.8k

× neuvillette

The first time he sees you strolling the streets of Fontaine with a glint of wonder in your eyes, he thinks he must have finally lost it. He has to rub his eyes and check a few dozen times before he's certain that you are, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination conjured by a lack of sleep and overdose on caffeine.

..Though now that he gets a better look, it's not quite the same. Like a smudged painting, he thinks. Still, the uncanny resemblance to the visage of the Divine One has him lingering around the area just to stare a little longer, a deep, devoted sense of affection bristling beneath his skin.

And then you turn sharply on your heel, staring directly back at him, and he feels a sudden wave of embarrassment and something akin to shame.

Archons, he'd just made a fool of himself, hadn't he?

He quickly turns away, clearing his throat and hiding his embarrassment behind his hand. Though it does not seem to deter you, the soft tap of your shoes growing closer until you were peering up at him with wide eyes.

"..Hello." He offers awkwardly, a little too stiff and a little too formal, but you don't seem to mind in the slightest. He knows that your appearance, your vague similarities to the Divine One are mere coincidence, but it does not stop his heart from skipping a beat when you smile up at him. "I– apologize for being so uncouth and staring, it's just.."

His voice trails off into a breathy exhale, his hand twitching on his cane as if he wanted to reach out and touch you..but he restrains himself in time. He could not make a bigger fool of himself – he would never hear the end of it from lady Furina.

"You remind me of someone."

He decides, readjusting his hands on his cane as he bows his head for a moment is a show of genuineness, though it must look awkward with how stiff his body feels.

Yet he cannot help but want to get closer anyway, to hear the silky lilt of your voice grace his pointed ears. This is as close as he will ever get to the Divine..he is a weak man, he finds, as he offers a hand to you.

"I understand if this is a bit..forward, but would you mind joining me for tea?"

× lyney

He is a master magician – his entire work is built on keen misdirection and sleight of hand, but even he stumbles for a minute thinking he'd seen an illusion in your warm smile and striking features. Almost an exact copy of the Divine One, yet not quite..

Still, it's enough to pique his interest – enough, too, to give him the confidence to slip into your conversation with ease, all smiles and the slip of a card between his fingers.

"Hello, stranger – I don't think I've seen you in Fontaine before," He laughs, his hand reaching around to rest gently on your opposite shoulder, his voice a ghost of a whisper in your ear. "Say, could I interest you in a bit of magic?"

He perks up at the way you seem to light up like fireworks at his offer, a spark almost like recognition in your eyes he brushes aside – he's quite well known, after all.

"Good! Now, if I may just borrow your attention for a minute.." He grins, stepping around you and turning sharply to face you, his hand outstretched with a deck of cards in his hands, face down. "Let's start simple, shall we? I shan't overwhelm my audience – pick a card."

He holds the cards out again, his features twisted in something like awe, though he hides it well.

His heart flutters at the briefest of glances of your hand against his as you pluck a card from his hand, and he quickly retracts it, reshuffling the deck with a broad grin and a wink.

"Do your best to remember it! If you could return it to the deck.." The card is placed back in it's place amongst the rest, and the magic begins!

"Now then, let's see..hm," He hums for a long moment, the silence filled by the constant shuffle of cards until he suddenly plucks one from the deck, flipping it around for you to see. "Is this your card?"

He frowns when you shake your head, almost pouting, before he lights up again and steps forward.

"Ah! How foolish of me, I missed it..it's riiight here, see." He winks, reaching behind your ear..and pulls free a card from seemingly thin air. He flips it around for you to see again, and when you tell him it is, in fact, your card, he flips it around again.

And before you can see it, he's holding a rainbow rose between his fingers, his hand outstretched as he bows.

His eyes glint with a sort of wonder as he looks at your features, his smile widening a fraction.

"Well, dear stranger? Did you enjoy the show?"

[okkalo]

unfair questions

rindou x fem! reader

genre(s): fluff

“me or another girl, who are you choosing?” your question made rindou move his phone to the side to look at you with furrowed brows. he knew you liked to ask these questions that held consequences if he didn’t answer right. this one, however, was too easy for his liking.

“what the hell? you, obviously,” he answered, his lilac eyes scanning you suspiciously. you, however, just lay on his chest without giving any hints as to what your plan was.

“ok, but what if it’s a freaky friday situation?” you ask, resulting in rindou’s brows furrowing even further.

“what’s that?”

“like me and the girl swap bodies, so she’d have my body and i’d have hers,” you explained, watching as his head took the information in and tried to think of the best possible answer to appease you.

he opened his mouth but nothing came out as he began to realize there was no way he could answer this correctly. you couldn’t help but snort watching him struggle to come up with something, making him give you an upset look.

“stop,” he huffed, not liking being laughed at.

“stop what? answer the question,” you played innocent as you gave him a light nudge to gesture him to answer. he grumbled unrecognizable words at your continued act, moving his phone back to where it covered your presence resting on his chest.

“i hate these questions,” he mumbled, his thumb going back to scrolling through his phone.

“so, you would take the other girl instead?” you asked, voice accusatory—something he hated hearing since it was always associated with your dumb questions.

“i might if you keep asking me dumb questions,” he answered offhandedly, drawing an offended gasp from you. before you could even say something about it, however, rindou was quick to push the back of your head so that you were now smushed onto his chest. “stop trying to start drama; you’re worse than ran.”

he made sure to keep you pressed against his chest, despite your struggles to retaliate at him. though, could you really complain with such a breathtaking sight in front of you?

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[teddybeartoji]

imagine walking out of your room while trying to rid of the remaining sleep from your eyes when you see him.

roomie!suguru – in a baggy tank top and a pair of shorts, his hair in a low messy bun with sweat trickling from his temple. you're stopped in your tracks, lips parted at the glorious sight.

his eyes are closed, his breathing controlled as he sits in a deep stretch. you can see his biceps and his thigh muscles and his calves and... his ass. his hands are placed together in front of his chest and he looks so peaceful.

yoga.

he's doing yoga and you feel like you're about to faint.

you clear your throat and his purple eyes snap open; his lips tug into a sly smile, his canines flashing at you in the sunlight.

"morning."

his voice is syrupy, maybe way too so for the early hour. he moves his hands to his hips as he lowers himself deeper into the stretch, gaze glued onto you. he makes you nervous and you hate it – he's not even really doing anything! you feel small as he observes you, as he takes you apart. suguru thinks you look adorable; still sleepy with multiple pillow lines running over your cheek. you're fiddling with your own fingers, eyes flicking all over his body – from his exposed thigh to his hands to his face. you're not slick and he loves it.

"hi." suguru's smile stretches wider at your soft tone. "i'm gonna make coffee, do you– do you want some?"

he gives you a small nod, always amused by your desire to take care of others. he has seen it with others too; you always have extra sweets for whenever satoru comes by and you've started carrying around a small lighter just in case shoko ever forgets hers.

suguru takes in your faint little smile, your head cocking to the side as you mouth "ok" before disappearing into the kitchen. he switches his legs and sinks back into the stretch; he closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing again. he thinks about you in the kitchen, he thinks about you grabbing your mug and then his. he thinks about you placing them side by side. he hears your quiet steps and he hears you yawn. it's a perfect morning.

when he's finally done, he saunters into the kitchen while raising his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. you have to do a double take, his dark happy trail making you choke on your own saliva. he chuckles at your reaction, but makes no comment, focusing on the freshly brewed coffee instead. his shoulder bumps into yours as he leans over you, the warmth of his body engulfing you. he still smells so good and you want to be mad.

you take a second to admire him and the flush on his cheeks but almost jump when his eyes suddenly meet yours. he's so close. sharp teeth and a sweet smile, he gives your hip a squeeze; his touch burns and you're about to melt, but he doesn't let you. he doesn't let go when he leans even closer, his breath fanning your face as he whispers.

"thank you, sweetheart. smells so good."

you give him a little high-pitched sound as a reply and he tongues the side of his cheek. you're so fucking cute. he grabs the mugs with a small grin and places them on the table behind you before taking a seat. he taps on the wood, telling you to come and join him.

the sun swallows him with ease, illuminating his beautiful sweaty, tanned skin; his piercings flicker at you and the thought of kissing them settles in the back of your mind. birds continue chirping lovesongs (for you, they're singing for you) while trees dance against the blue cloudy background, the smell of coffee fills the peaceful air around you and it's comfortable. this is your new routine - he makes your heart tremble and you make his grow in size.

suguru hasn't felt like this in a long, long time – your attention is addicting; he loves it more than he wants to admit. satoru would never let him live it down but he just cannot stop thinking about you. warm hugs and silly jokes, he's grateful for choosing you as his roommate.

[notthesoup]

PAIRING stoner!vi x fem!reader

TYPE headcanons

GENRE fluff, angst (minor hurt/comfort)

SYNOPSIS what she’s like when she’s high

NOTES was debating if this should be headcanons or a oneshot, ended up with this. not beta read!

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She doesn’t mind the smell of cigars (it reminds her of Vander), but she prefers smoking cannabis. She doesn’t care too much about the specifics either (wouldn’t gaf about the strain type or the terpene profile), weed is weed and she’s smoking that shit fr 🙏

She typically only smokes socially, preferring to share a light high among friends.

She’s normally a brash, “act first think later” sort of person, but when she’s high she’s a tad more patient with things. This doesn’t account to much though, because even if she allows herself a few moments to think something through, she’ll still impulsively do it. “It’s a problem for future me,” she reasons. Unfortunately, the future is near, and she wakes up the next day with small random bruises she doesn’t remember getting.

When Vi is high she’s a lot goofier and carefree. Depending on how many hits she’s taken of the blunt, she’ll have trouble focussing her eyes during conversation. Because of this, she’ll squint at you when you’re talking, trying but failing to hold eye contact. She’ll be eagerly listening, then get distracted by the way your face is moving, and start giggling. You ask her what’s wrong, if there’s something on your face, and a memory of Mylo or Claggor hits her; she starts laughing her ass off. You let her indulge herself, content to sit and watch as she tries to explain, stuttering out sentences between wheezing. When that doesn’t work she tried collecting herself. After a minute or so her breathing evens out again, your expression still a blurry smile, and she says softly, “they would’ve liked you.” You know better than to ask in that moment, so with a chuckle, you nudge her shoulder with yours and nod.

Philosophers have nothinggg on Vi when she’s high. Sure, at the beginning of the smoke session she’s a chatterbox, but as the night progresses the conversation becomes more pensive (and slightly cynical). There can be a real sense of calm hopelessness, like standing in the eye of a hurricane and watching the storm swirl around you. Then the conversation would grow quiet for a minute, the two of you overlooking the buildings on the horizon.

Throughout the night, Vi will get sentimental like that sometimes. You find yourself wanting to comfort her during those times, but know she just needs someone to listen to her.

After realizing that neither of you had talked for what seems like an hour, she’d do something akin to what Vander would do, slapping her hands on her thighs and saying “what would you say about going for some drinks, eh?”

She’s more often than not lighthearted and boisterous though, the sadder moments few and far between. She likes making outlandish claims to get the conversation started, and waves her hands a lot in emphasis.

In moments of silence when she’s stuck on what to say, she always brings it back to zucchini and how she thinks they’re evil. Don’t worry, you don’t even have to ask, she’s already launching into her reasoning.

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[spideyhexx]

2 am thoughts with kit:

nsfw; fem!reader

Billy’s been sitting at the desk in your room for over an hour, rewriting some letter he’s trying to write to send to some judge but he keeps crumpling the paper, exasperated at his inability to come up with just the right words.

You try to help him do it but nothing was really working. Seeing he needed a break, you plop down to his thigh as he’s in the chair, your back to his front. Without a moment’s hesitation, his arms circle around you, his hands clasped in front of your stomach.

Your nightgown was the only thing on you since the clock was at midnight and Billy had promised he’d join you in bed a half hour ago.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming softly when you reach your hand to rub his head. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles, then presses his face down to your shoulder.

“Think you need a break,” you tell him, even though you told him that earlier and he didn’t listen.

Billy sighs, giving your shoulder a small kiss, squeezing you tight to him. “Just stay here for a little. I wanna get it done tonight.”

You want to argue with him that he can do it in the morning but his soft tone makes you bite back your words, opting to just settle against him.

You’re no stranger to the firmness of his thigh, especially with it right between your legs. You may have thought about that before deciding where you’d sit. And you think Billy knows that too. Because he bounces the leg that you’re sitting on. When you gasp, his arms tighten around you.

He inhales deeply, then lets the breath go, his one hand splaying on your lower stomach as he pretends to adjust you on him. But all it does is make you press more on him. He gives a kiss to your shoulder, then to your neck, his nose nuzzling to the skin there. “I know I should’ve came into bed by now,” he whispers to you, his lips still against your neck.

You pretend to shift under the guise of wanting to grind on him. “You know, huh?”

He scoffs. “Yeah. Could’ve been lovin’ on you….” he says, dropping his nose back to your shoulder and nudging you there.

“Let me?” He asks after you stay silent, his fingers reaching at the hem of your nightgown.

You nod.

It’s like clockwork the way he tugs your nightgown up and slips your underwear down. His movements make yours so smooth as he turns you in his lap, keeping you on his thigh. Billy sits up straighter, tugging your hips in an encouraging gesture so you’d move.

Your hands grip his shoulders, a breath falling from your lips as your grind yourself to his thigh, the roughness of his trousers against you is already so stimulating, it makes you press down harder.

He feels it, pressing his thigh up to you, “that it’s…fuck…thats my girl,” he mutters, his chin resting to the middle of your chest as he looks up at you.

You moan, tilting your head back, bucking your hips in a quicker motion. You know you’re messing his pants, but you have no shame in it, too focused on the pleasure coursing though you from merely rubbing up on him and his big hands guiding your hips along.

With your head tilted back and your eyes shut, you don’t get to see the look on Billy’s face. He’s watching you, mesmerized, his mouth parted like yours, his eyes a little glassy, but locked in on your face. He can’t stop watching you moan, feeling you grind his thigh like it’s his dick sends him into a spiral. It’s a complete daze, and he’s straining so hard against his zipper but he can’t focus on himself. He’s so obsessed with you. He’s so in love with you, and he’ll never get over the sight of you like this. You’re so reactive to him, every movement he makes, he hears a sound leave you and your face screw in pleasure and he’s in awe.

He wants to rip your nightgown down and get his mouth on your tits, but he can’t even do that. His gaze, enamored and full of admiration for his girl, for giving you pleasure, can’t be broken. All he can do is hold you tighter, make you move faster and press his thigh up to you, mumbling, “need you to come on me.”

Billy gets some sense knocked into him when you moan louder at his words and dig your nails to his shoulders. He leans his head up to kiss along your jaw and then back to your chin. He nips at your bottom lip as your lips part in another pretty moan, then captures your lips in a kiss with his tongue.

He feels your hips try to move faster, desperate and close, pressing down hard for as much friction as possible. You feel him groan to your lips, “fuck yeah, that’s it…I love you…want you…want you to come, okay?”

You nod, “mhm…love you too…ah…b-billy…,” your words trail off in a sharp breath, and he nods.

“I know, I know, just come for me,” he mumbles, his lips still to you.

A sharp moan leaves you as you let your orgasm take over your body, and Billy moans with you. His breath shuddering and matching the intensity of your own, you’re positive he’s finished in his pants but you don’t ask him, too caught up in your own labored breathing.

He rubs his hand to your back, giving your face little kisses until he sees you smile, and he returns it. “I think you should do the letter in the morning.”

“I think you’re right.”