#or a practice drabble?

[spurbleu]

jus been thinking about a reader who isn’t used to spending much money/grew up cheaper who is dating price.

because he’s absolutely the type to spoil you, and you are just baffled because £2,000 for a necklace is ridiculous. you only like it, not love it. and ‘sides, he shouldn’t be spending that much on a piece of jewelry.

but it made you stutter your steps when you saw it in the window. made you pause before answering him when he asked, “y’like that dove?” half-mindedly responding “mhm…” it all only solidified his assumption you were smitten.

course, when he started towards to the door your hands found fluttering purchase on his shirt, shaking your head, hissing,

“absolutely not. way to expensive.”

“nothing is too expensive if it’s f-“

“John.”

you could find one just like it at a flea market, a reassurance that didn’t seem to do much for John, but you were unbothered. you had a good eye for those things. so it was forgotten.

until, you’re bidding a sappy goodbye at the airport before his flight, and he slips something into your back pocket, taps your bum and winks.

“keep it safe.”

you leave your fury with it in your back pocket until you get home, ripping the box open to reveal, sneaky bastard, the necklace.

[suguwu]

"who are those for?" you ask, nodding towards the flowers cradled in nanami's arms. the bouquet is artfully wrapped, looped with ribbon to keep the stems from spilling out, each bloom nodding under its own lush weight.

he blinks, barely visible behind his glasses.

"you," he says.

you laugh.

nanami doesn't.

your laughter fades away, a star beneath the morning sun. "wait," you say, putting down your book. "really?"

he nods stiffly.

"i just didn't think you were the type," you say.

"i'm not."

"but—"

"but for you," nanami says mildly, "i can be."

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, established relationship, pure fluff, toge mentioned!

yuuta does not have to spend any time getting ready in the mornings.

brush teeth, brush hair, style hair if it's really messy: that's all for him. he also gets up far before you, chucking when you whine as he slips out of bed for maybe twenty minutes.

he sits on the edge of your shared bed as you frantically speed around your room trying to rush your process. he’s smiling and blushing the most beautiful pink you’ve ever seen while you're grumbling about how he should've woken you up. truthfully, he should've, but then you'd just be mad that he didn't let you sleep in. lose-lose, he thinks.

he follows you when you disappear into the bathroom.

he watches how you purse your lips together and knit your brows as you apply your lip combo, how you flick your wrist to put on eyeliner with practiced ease, how you speed through the makeup process as you don't have extra time (hint hint: you do). he thinks you're beautiful without makeup, an absolute marvel of a woman who he’s racing to get down on one knee for, but he also thinks you're so talented—makeup’s an art form after all, and you are the painting and the painter.

he places a sweet hand on your shoulder when you wince while brushing your hair, a particularly annoying sleep-induced tangle tugging on your scalp.

he follows you like a lost dog when you speed walk back into the bedroom. he grins when you pause while grabbing your phone for the first time that morning.

6:00, the time read. you didn't have anywhere to be until 8:30. yuuta had told you you were about to be late when he shook you awake. he bites down a giggle when you stick the mental puzzle pieces together.

you snap around with amusement and exasperation written all over your face. you push gently on yuuta’s chest, it's mot meant to hurt him (not like you could anyway), just to get his attention. “okkotsu!”

shit, the last name? he’s done it now.

“what?” he smiles with an almost too convincing faux innocence.

truth is, yuuta had been gushing to inumaki about you a little too much yesterday. he was complaining on and on, all while inumaki nodded lazily, about how he never gets the chance to see you in the mornings, how you never get up on time, how when you are awake you're getting ready and then you have to go. he wasn't mad at you—he never is and never will be—just a little sad he didn't get an extended glimpse of you before heading to school. his friend scribbled down on a notepad, “just wake her up earlier dude.”

“she doesn't like to be woken up too early,” he pouted, “and, if i did, she’d just spend the whole time getting ready.” he felt at a loss, defeated, and inumaki pondered for a moment.

“tell her that it's a different time than it is when you wake he up. make her think she’s about to be late,” he wrote, holding up the notebook for yuuta.

why didn't he think of that?

“you know what!” you laugh a little.

he laughs right along side you, the sweet sweet sound filling your ears and making your heart swell even with the annoyance inside you. “i just wanted to see you more in the morning,” he admits, grabbing one of your hands and holding it between both of his.

you can't stay mad at him. even when you want to say something about how that's mean, how he should've just gotten you up normally, but yuuta’s just too cute.

you follow him back into bed with a small, begrudging smile. he envelops you in his arms. so warm, like yourown personal heater. you nuzzle against him, careful to not ruin your sloppy makeup job. he rubs your back with his big hands, almost falling back asleep as he holds you.

you could get used to this if you didn't have to wake up early.

[nariism]

wriothesley isn't one for grand displays of affection, whether it be through his actions or his words.

to the public eye, the two of you are nothing more than co-workers who take their lunch break at the same time. two people who have something to discuss at 3:00 pm every day (which is coincidentally the time for his tea break, as many have pointed out).

you're the first one at his door with piles of paperwork when the morning shift starts. you're the last one out of his office at the end of the day.

to the rest of the fortress, your relationship is superficial—a rumour passed on from old inmates to new ones that the warden and his assistant are secretly married.

it's always laughed off the same way: why would they ever have a reason to keep that a secret?

it's become a sort of inside joke between the two of you since the silly rumour started floating around.

"i overheard some people in the cafeteria talking about us again."

"did you say anything to them?"

you smile, placing down two boxes of welfare meals on the desk. "why would i? it's more fun to let them believe what they want."

"it doesn't bother you?" wriothesley watches you from the corner of his eye as you open them, grimacing at your meal and your bad luck.

"not really," you say, looking at him curiously. "does it bother you?"

he snorts, uncrossing his arms so he can gather you into his arms for the first time since you dropped off papers in the morning.

"nah," he hums, burying his face into the crook of your neck—the place where he seeks solace first when holding you.

"you're crushing me," you laugh, allowing him to press you into the desk with his arms squeezing you terribly tight. you wheeze dramatically and he pulls away with a grumble.

"come on, let me have this. i haven't seen you since your shift started."

"that was only a few hours ago..."

he pouts. "so you didn't miss me?"

"i didn't say that." you pinch his nose and he engulfs you again under his weight, scooping you closer to him with his arms around your waist this time.

"imagine if one of your guards saw us like this. what would happen to this grand mystery surrounding our relationship?" you sigh, hopping up onto the desk while he slots himself comfortably between your legs.

wriothesley can only chuckle. "then you would owe me three hundred coupons."

"seriously? you still remember that bet?" it was made ages ago, after all. a wager that no one would find out the truth before the end of the year.

"aw, don't be such a poor sport. three hundred coupons is nothing. need i remind you that you're married to the warden?"

"no," you breathe, holding him by the cheeks so you can press your lips to the corner of his mouth. "i don't know where you heard that false rumour, by the way. did an inmate tell you?"

your teasing makes him roll his eyes. he tackles you into a hug again. "oh hush already."

turns out that some rumours really are true.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms

[irishmammonagenda]

You pout, arms crossed up against your chest, staring at your boyfriend who currently has his eyes fixated on the game on his PC, mouse and keys being clicked rapidly while the otaku sits cross legged on his desk chair, tongue sticking out in anticipation as he progresses with the battle.

You shift in the bean bag that you made yourself at home on, having long set you DDD down, finding that it had completely lost its entertainment value. Call you a spoilt brat, more millte than the ten year old's in makeup aisles at supermarkets, but you wanted your boyfriend's attention God Dammit! And you wanted it now!

The Avatar of Envy pays you no mind as he continues playing his game, having probably forgotten you were in the room. Well you had been here for hours quietly on your DDD. It was fair, you supposed, though as he starts singing the praises of a certain Ruri-chan, the only thing you could feel was your boyfriend's sin.

That seemed to remind Leviathan of your existence. You huff. He reaches a checkpoint and turns around, jumping when he sees you. "O-oh! S-sorry! M-MC...I-i forgot you were there!" He says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his face turns a red that brings out the purple of his hair.

"You should be sorry...." You sulk, sinking further into your seat, Levi flatlines, eyes widening as he nearly falls off his own chair.

"I-I am! I just got so into the game! And you were so quiet...and I-" He rambles apology upon apology as he stumbles clumsily closer to you, finally reaching within inches of you but hesitating. Something along the lines of 'How could they want a pathetic otaku like me anywhere near them right now?!' no doubt going through his head.

You scrunch your nose up, quickly closing the distance with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. Simple. Leviathan still flatlines, if he was an android he would've stopped working. You grin, giving him another kiss, just as soft but a little less chaste, he blubbers something in his flustered blushy state, demon form popping out. While your pretty boyfriend was normally shy, his instincts were not, while he hid his face and sparkling eyes from you in his awe, his tail wrapped around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to you, something you gladly accepted as you took Levi's hands away from his face and gave him another kiss, he might as well have been the Avatar of Greed with how greedily he was kissing you back.

Holy fuck, you love your boyfriend.

[writingfreezer]

you had been curious about his horns and tail, and dan heng was kind enough to let you touch them. what he didn’t anticipate was how intense the whole situation was about to become.

as your fingers delicately gracing his tail had slowly moved up to his base, his self-control had faltered with it. even though his tail was made out of mostly water, you somehow had found a way to squeeze around it to make dan heng shiver from the contact. you could see how he was biting his lower lip in order to keep the slutty moans that wanted to spill from his mouth to himself.

”does this feel good, babe?” you asked, voice sultry. your inner cheek was almost bleeding with how much you had bitten it in order to keep yourself from smirking at the sight in front of you. dan heng, the usually composed and quick-witted member of the astral express, had been reduced down to a pleading mess.

dan heng opened his mouth to speak but right before he was about to respond, your fingers curled and started scratching the base of his tail. the action made his back arch and he let out a high gasp that soon turned into a drawn-out moan. his eyes lulled to the back of his head and he flooped his head down on your shoulder.

panting, he tried to speak in his usual tone, ”plea- hah…. please, just, um… c-continue, please….” was all he could muster. the absolute desperation in his voice made a shiver run up your spine, and now both of you were biting your lips.

”oh? you like getting touched like this?” the answer was obvious enough that dan heng just settled for letting out a series of quiet moans. his forehead was still planted to your shoulder as he panted, and you snaked your free arm up to pull him close. he quickly pulled you into an embrace, snaking his tail around your waist, earning a soft chuckle out of you. his grip was tight, but not hurting. just perfect.

slowly, your hand left his back in favor of finding purchase at the hem of his pants. you tugged gently at it, giving him a warning, before diving your fingers under the fabric.

dan heng gasped and whimpered at what was to come. his hand moved down to hold your wrist as your fingers moved down, and more down, until you found the hem of his underwear. your scratching increased in pressure as your fingers dived under the next layer of fabric to meet his warm skin.

”please, be ge-” dan heng was cut off by a deep moan as your hand grabbed his cock and started pumping it without warning. this, combined with the scratching, made dan heng louder than he ever has been. it was a surprise no one on the express came barging in.

”i am gentle, now hush. let me take care of you…” you cooed softly into his ear as your pace on his hard appendage quickened. dan heng’s moans increased in pitch and his back arched into your chest, his grip on you tightening as much as he could. you could even feel his tail squeezing your waist, but that was irrelevant now.

as the vidyadhara in front of you continued to moan and plead, you couldn’t help but smirk. seeing dan heng so submissive kindled something inside of you, something that had never been kindled before in the span of your relationship. perhaps you should do this more often.

[loveshotzz]

12 -mutual masturbation while camping in a tent. 

maybe tough girl finally gets to go on the annual camping trip :)

A/N:Thank you for your request angel, the way I had to write this immediately. I love this, I love you and I love them. 💗 this request comes from my completed series All I Really Want Is You but can be read as a stand alone. All you need to know is he calls you Tough Girl, you’ve been dating a year and he’s got a dog named Bandit.

wc: 2k

warnings: 18+, established relationship, age gap (reader is 30 and Steve is 42) slight somno I guess? reader is touching herself but not him, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, semi public.

AIRWIY!older!steve x fem! reader

The birds chirping stirs you first, the sunlight leaking through the half opened flap at the front of the tent, second. Eyes shifting behind closed lids that aren’t ready to open yet, the soft sound of Steve’s slumbered breathing next to you brings the beginning of a smile tugging up at the corners of your lips. The clinking of metal from Bandit’s leash outside is what finally gets you to open your eyes. You’d heard Steve in a daze take him out to pee before letting him bring in the sunrise outside the tent, quickly realizing this was the dog’s favorite part of these getaways.

The air mattress makes a noise that has you cringing when you roll over on the spread out sleeping bags to get a better look at him, the fresh humidity making your skin stick to it. You can’t stop that sigh that slips past your lips at the sight as he takes up room on his back. His permanent bed head is even messier than normal from a night under the stars with your hands in his hair and the stubble that lines his jaw rubbing the inside of your thighs raw. Rejuvenated after a shower that washed off the first two days of the trip.

The streaks of gray that sprinkle through his honey locks stand out even more in the daylight. The crows feet and laugh lines that you’d like to think got deeper in his first year with you are smoothed out in his sleep. You can’t help but wonder what he’s dreaming about, secretly hoping it’s you and not just the morning that has the blood rushing south.

His chest is bare, the dark thatch of hair in the middle looking soft in the warm light, the moles and freckles that dot his tan skin beg to be kissed, just like the sun had the pleasure of doing all weekend. One leg is kicked out of the covers, revealing a low hanging pair of black mesh shorts giving you a peek at the faint hint of a tan line from your days hiking down to the lake. A big hand lays spread across his stomach while the other looks like it got halfway across the small space between you on the search for yours before he fell back asleep.   

Your thighs press together in your small sleep shorts, searching for some kind of friction that you know won’t be enough for the low simmer that’s already started deep in your gut. Why did he always have to look so good? 

Steve licks his full lips, and you can’t help the way your hand starts to wander towards the ache between your legs that’s begging for attention. Fighting with your self control, your nerves ring in your ears and you swear the birds outside get louder when the tips of your fingers start to play with your waist band. 

You freeze when he grunts, blunt nails scratching his stomach making the muscles in his pecs flex. The slight pinch of his brows when something happens in his dream is enough for you to push past the elastic, your fingertips meeting your already dripping folds with a shaky breath through your nose.

Your hips roll, your pointer and index finger spreading your lips apart before the pads of them catch your bundle of nerves when you drag them back up with enough pressure to make you whimper. They don’t feel as good as his, and your heavy lidded gaze focuses on his hand spread across his stomach as you add a third finger to try and mimic the feeling. It’s almost enough and it makes you have to bite your lip to keep quiet, the sound of how wet you already are is almost enough to compete with the growing sounds of the woods coming alive.

“Fuck - honey,” Steve’s voice startles you, thick with sleep and the unmistakable gravel of want, “Why didn’t you wake me up if you needed me so bad huh?”

Your eyes meet his, and all you can do is whine in response when you see all the colors usually inside of them first thing in the morning are gone. The bright greens and gold specks are replaced with something dark and hungry, jaw a little slack while his own hand reaches down, squeezing his now fully hard length over his shorts to relieve some of the throb.  

“You know I’d never say no to you,” He whispers, his own hips rocking into his palm. You start to push two fingers in, your greedy walls fluttering despite the embarrassment of being caught making heat rise to your cheeks.  “What’s got you so worked up baby?”

He pushes his shorts half way down his hairy thighs, the full thickness of his cock smacking against the dark trail on his stomach. Already leaking, the fat tip of him looks angry as he wraps his fingers around the base, the pad of his thumb swiping over the top making him shudder. He pumps once, twice before rolling over on his side, kicking his shorts all the way off along with the blanket exposing you both to the morning air.

“Come on, don’t be shy now.” He’s closer like this, your noses almost touching and you can smell last night's bonfire still lingering. His eyes roam your body while his wrist sets a slow pace watching your nipples pebble under the thin fabric of your tank when a light breeze ruffles the walls of your tent. 

“Y-you - you just looked so good.” Your confession sounds pathetic, but it makes his eyes squeeze shut and a deep breath exhale through his nose, cock twitching in his big hand before he opens them again. 

He leans in so his lips ghost against yours, the tip of his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom one before licking into your mouth to steal your breath with the kind of kiss that was usually reserved for late nights after a couple of bottles of wine. 

“Take your shorts off, be good for me and let me see honey.” He pants, already wrecked, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before shifting to sit up, the air mattress making you bounce with the redistribution of his weight giving him the perfect view down every curve and dip of your body. 

Listening to him, you feel more exposed than ever with your legs spread wide despite no one being around. Steve groans at the visual of you like this, the motions of his wrist getting quicker while his free hand reaches down to pull up your tank by the hem, the soft fat of your breasts spilling out for his hungry eyes. It feels dirty and new, touching yourself like this for him and it only adds to the growing slick between your thighs.

“God, I’m so lucky - can’t believe you're mine. Wakin’ up to you like this? So damn pretty, baby - shit.” He groans, already babbling, squeezing hard at the base of his cock when he sees your arousal gleam in the sunlight every time you pull your fingers out, drunk off watching them disappear again.

“I want you all the fucking time, Steve.” You whine hips pushing up when you add a third one, back arching when he tweaks one of your nipples.

“Yeah?” He asks before spitting into his hand, the slick sounds of his palm working his length even harder blending in with the messy way your walls suck you in. “Tell me about it.”

You nod, completely gone by hearing him talk to you like this, curving your fingers just right to hit the spot that makes you keen. A strangled noise leaving his throat when he clocks the way your thighs start to shake, your mind racing with thoughts of him. He needs you to come soon, and when he sees the pad of your thumb start to rub messy circles on your puffy clit he knows he doesn’t have to hold off for very long.

“You’re just so sexy all the time,” it’s your turn to babble and the breathy laugh that leaves him makes you clamp around your fingers even tighter despite wishing you could roll your eyes, “Those fucking running shorts, your suits, god I want you to bend me over your desk so bad. I think about it all the - ohhhh- a lot.” 

“Jesus - baby, m’gonna have you meet me for lunch when we get back, god wear that short little dress, yeah? I’ll give you what you want, shit - anything you want.” He stutters feeling himself start to get close, your confessions bringing him to the edge. 

“I - mmm- I won’t wear any underwear.” You giggle before your mouth falls open, the band inside of you dangerously close to snapping at the thought of him behind his desk and the predatory way he’d watch the sway of your hips knowing you’re bare and already soaked for him underneath. 

“Dirty girl,” He moans and you hear the back of his head slide against the tent, “my dirty girl.”

Looking up, your eyes roam the way his chest heaves the closer he gets to his climax, sweat beading and starting to drip down his neck where the veins protrude. His gaze is heavy and hot, and it doesn’t leave you, it begs you to fall apart for him. He watches how your eyes glaze over, completely wrecked at the sight of him and the corner of his mouth turns up.

“Gonna be good and come for me now?” It’s soft when he asks despite how filthy the sounds echoing in the tent are, and when you nod with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, his grin widens. “Of course you are, always so good, so sweet.”

The last part comes out strained, his cock twitching catching the way your thighs start to shut when the drag of your fingers in your cunt becomes deliberate. You were close. The hand that he’s kept on the dough of your breast reaches down to pull your knees apart tutting under his breath.

“I wanna see it, let me have it, come on baby.”

His words are enough for you to push your head back into the pillow, your leg fighting against his firm grip to shut as the rubber band finally snaps. His name falls from lips long and drawn out, a high pitch whine that turns into a gasp and a shuddered loud moan when he pushes your hand away to replace it with his. Thick fingers collect everything you give him, pulling even more from you when he dips inside to hit the spot you could barely reach, praising you as you come even harder.

The feeling of your velvet walls squeezing tight around him brings Steve over the edge, gasping your name with a guttural groan that vibrates from his chest as he spills across his thighs and stomach. Chest heaving from the force of it, the visual of you spread out and falling apart for him makes him see white with his release.

The only sounds are your labored breathing, and a forest that’s come alive in the daylight.  You hear Bandit shuffle around to move to another spot following the moving sun as it gets higher in the sky, warming the tent more. Steve is gentle when he pulls out of you, bending down to kiss your sweaty forehead before grabbing his basketball shorts. He chuckles, wiping himself down feeling like a teenager again with nothing else around to clean himself up, your breathy giggle making his teeth shine in a wide grin before he lays himself back down. 

There’s zero hesitation to pull you to his chest despite the growing stickiness with the heat, peppering kisses across your face before collecting your lips in something a little sweeter.

“Morning, tough girl.” 

[cod-dump]

In your teen!ghost au, what’s is Price and Nik’s relationship? Married, dating? Also, did they get together before or after Price got Simon?

They're dating! Nik was the one who brought Simon to Price when he was before he was adopted and he just never left. He grew attached to Simon in the short period he knew him and later fell for Price. He started out living his SUV, hanging around the area, before Price started letting him stay in the house. Now he pays most of the bills (because he loves taking care of Price), sleeps with Price, and takes care of the kids and house when Price is away for work. He's a stray cat that was fed once and then never left.

[skynapple]

{Based on a conversation between me and b @caisjunlis}

"Is your boyfriend joining us?"

"My... what?"

The term had come up, once or twice, the young huntress couldn't possibly imagine why. As if on queue, the subject in question walked over and put his head on her shoulder from behind, having no concept of the conversation.

"Hmm?" Xavier hunmed sleepily, "What are you guys talking about?"

Their coworkers all looked delighted suddenly. "Oh good! Xavier, we're having a picnic on our lunch break. Sort of. We're going to eat outside on the grass, it's BYOB. You're coming with her right?"

A soft smile came to his lips. "Pretty sure food is her middle name." Lifting his head he looked at her tenderly. "Should I go home and cook something for us?"

Compete horror filled her gaze. "No, no! Not necessary! I'm ordering delivery as we speak! We'll see you guys!" Phone in one hand, his in her other, she stalked away in the other direction.

To her coworkers, it was no question they were in a relationship. So much so, that any notion they weren't together could warrant at least 5 or 6 eyewitness accounts complete with aa plethora of evidence, from colleagues who lived in their same apartment complex, to receipts on social media. Even to the outside ear, the use of the word "home" as if they lived in the very same air, not merely the same general building or area. Any other response to denial was met with the idea that maybe they thought they were keeping it secret, and badly so.

The rumors went from bad to worse, especially perpetrated by a nearby neighbor.

Xavier knew she would be home early that day, and was eager to see her. When he finally received word she arrived, he ran downstairs and through the door with such speed and ferocity in his gait that he'd sent the door slamming shut behind him with a mighty gust of wind, right into her arms, knocking them both over.

"Yeah, they're definitely fighting. Heard the door slam the other night. Couldn't hear what they were yelling about but their voices were loud."

Or other, sometimes suggestive situations turned out of innocent ones.

An issue with her lockpad sends her upstairs to stay with Xavier until security can fix it. The part needed won't be delivered for a week, so the whole time most of them believe she actually moved in with him (finally).

It was obvious to everyone else, except to them. Xavier didn't know that her thoughts swirled whenever he glanced her direction, he didn't know if her heart jumped in her chest the same way that his did at the mere mention of her. He only had the past to go off of, and the dark thoughts at night that made him wonder if all those times he was the one she pursued back then, if he would still be her star in this life too. And all the long, she might wonder just the same, that if this complete mystery of a man who was totally a monster when it came to fighting and duty to protect, and so soft in her arms, if he really, really saw her as someone special, too. For now, maybe colleagues who definitely spent the night cuddling, potentially in their sheets, was totally platonic. Sort of. Almost. To them only. For now.

[takami-takami]

"Marry me."

He’s hardly lucid enough to hear himself, but it's the first thing Vash whines when he sinks into your heat, allowing those baby blues to roll further into his head than his toes can curl against his soles. 

"Marry me, marry me."

It takes some strain for you to hear those words over the incessant creaking of the dingy hotel bedframe below; but perhaps you should be grateful for moments like this. A life of sandstorms, drought, and scarcity follows the typhoon himself; and strays like you both— vagabonds, more like— are rarely afforded the luxury to settle and lap their fill.

It’s not your fault you ended up swept into bed, spread yet again beneath your dearest friend. He just looks so unbearably pretty like this. The waves of viridian lights that dust the night sky drip in through the window beside him, illuminating his face and sharply contrasting against the flush that creeps down his neck.

Jaw slack, eyes wide, and palms clutching the sheets on either side of your head; you never stood a chance at saying no to him.

"Jumping straight to marriage, huh." You twirl a blonde strand, wrapped around your finger. "That desperate? Aww, puppy," you croon with sympathy, and Vash buries himself at the sound of it. You’re aware it’s an attempt to hide when he shudders into your neck like this, bleeding insecurity alongside arousal; but it’s easy to forget the pangs in your chest when his hand paws between your thighs with a whimper, desperate to be of service to you.

"Please don't say it like that, miss," he huffs. "You'll make me— you know I'll— oh," he gives up halfway through the sentence and squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees scorching, hot white. It's desperate, the way he grits his teeth, frantic to hold himself back.

Such a polite boy.

His pace picks up once more to the rhythm of the mattress, huffing with each indulgent stroke. The thick of it stretches you full; and judging by the stutter of his hips, Vash's restraint has been wound tight enough to snap.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he babbles, a mumbled apology lining each thrust, clipped wet in his watering mouth. "Feels so good." A shake of his head, a moan from his throat. "Don't think I got it in me to last, I'm real sorry—"

"It's okay," you soothe. "I gotcha. Let go."

And your words of permission wring the pleasure from him, sucking the air from his lungs. When his hips finally stall, it's with his teeth buried deep in your skin and a hiccup rising in his throat.

There’s an uncertainty in his pout once you both find your breaths. He chews one cheek and looks toward the open window when he whispers, low enough for no one but you to hear. 

“I meant what I said, you know.”

"Yeah, I know." Your palm rests against his heated cheek. When he leans into it like a stray dog might burrow into a warm bed, it's with his eyes fluttered shut.

"Someday, pretty boy." You kiss the mark beneath his left eye, smiling at the scrunch of his nose. "Next time, I expect a ring." 

[lalacliffthorne]

just a sweet little modern!roommate!Azriel drabble to pull your heartstrings and make you feel all the feels.

“What are you doing?”

The rough voice, quiet and hoarse with sleep, made me jump, and I almost squeaked, my head whipping up as my eyes widened, and my heart jumped into my throat, only this time not because I was startled.

Azriel was standing in the door, squinting into the light of the small lamp next to the couch. His brows were drawn together, his eyes looking like honey in the warm sheen as he ran a hand through his rumpled dark hair, and my breath hitched softly.

It really was unfair that someone could look this good in just a hoodie and pyjama pants.

Blinking, I turned my gaze back towards my laptop, breathing out as I rubbed my eyes that were burning a little.

“I'm going over my paper; I don't know, it's just not how I want it to be.” I dragged a hand down the side of my face, propping my elbow onto my knee as I stared tiredly at the screen.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Azriel move, his steps soundless as he slowly started to walk past the couch.

“It's almost 2 am.” His quiet, still raspy voice made my skin tingle, something rushing in my stomach when his brows furrowed further, and I exhaled softly.

“I know, I just –“

Azriel crouched down next to me, and the rest of the sentence I wasn't even sure I could've formed got stuck in my throat when he stared at me, eyes tired, the little golden specks in his iris shimmering in the warm light as they dragged over my face.

Breathing out, Azriel ran a hand over his face, turning his head to stare at the screen. The blueish light made the line of his jaw look even sharper than usual, his face all angles and soft looking lips.

“You know, you might be more likely to figure it out when you're not almost falling asleep on the spot anymore.” His low, quiet voice heavy with sleep made my heart skip, but not as much as the way his arm pressed against the side of my thigh when he shifted on the spot, leaning against the couch as he stared at me tiredly, eyes soft.

“You know, that is kinda rich coming from you.” I tried to suppress the urge to rub over my eyes again as I stared at the screen, and Azriel huffed, but it looked like his lips quirked a little as his eyes dragged over my face.

“Maybe, but I'm not the one who needs nine hours of sleep a day to function properly.” There was a teasing tilt to his deep voice that almost made me whimper, the urge to just flop sideways and into him almost unbearable. But I reigned myself in.

I really needed to figure out how get a hold of myself when it came to him, or one of these days, I wouldn't think and do something stupid.

I grimaced half-heartedly at him, earning me a curve of his lips that made something in my chest tumble gently like even my heart was too tired to react like it usually did when it came to Azriel.

Silence settled over the living room again as I stared at the laptop, my fingers moving over the mousepad as I forced my eyes to not droop and Azriel watched me tiredly, his gaze moving towards the laptop and back towards me. Then he shifted, and I parted my lips when he reached out and carefully slipped the laptop out from under my hand.

“What –“

Azriel placed the device on the couch next to me, saving my work before turning it off and closing it, and I just stared at him, feeling tiredness wash over me.

“What are you doing?”

Azriel pushed himself to his feet heavily before leaning down, and my heart skipped softly when his warm, rough fingers wrapped around mine, squeezing as he tugged me to my feet.

“I'm getting you to bed.”

I breathed out. Now that the laptop was shut, tiredness suddenly washed over me, and I blamed it on the fact that suddenly my whole body seemed to be shutting down that I mumbled without any sort of hesitation: “Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?”

Azriel huffed, but his lips were curving upwards lightly when he gently pulled me past the couch before turning me around, his warm hands pressing onto my shoulders and beginning to push me towards the door, switching off the lamp in passing.

“You know you don't actually have to walk me, right?” Tipping my head back and resting it against his chest, only because it suddenly felt as heavy as my eyelids, I blinked up at Azriel, and one corner of his lips rose as he looked down at me, his face even upside down the most beautiful thing in the world.

“And risk you just turning around and sneaking back?”

I grumbled softly before forcing my head away from his chest, and Azriel opened the door to the bathroom, gently guiding me over the threshold and turning on the lights. Breathing out, I rubbed my eyes and trudged over to the sink, Azriel's hands slipping off my shoulders. My heart skipped softly when he stepped into the bathroom as well, closing the door.

“You don't have to stay, you know.” I sent him a soft, teasing smile as I sluggishly reached for my cleansing milk, and Azriel moved past me, his arm brushing against my back before he plopped onto the closed toilet lid and leaned back until he was slouched against the wall.

“I know.”

I stared at him in the mirror for a second, and something started gently fluttering against my ribs when he just stared back, sleepy and calm.

Breathing out, I started my evening routine, my movements slightly sluggish from tiredness, my eyes drooping a little. I could feel Azriel's gaze, never leaving me as I cleansed my face and put on toner and cremes. He didn't even look away when my eyes caught his in the mirror, just staring back, quiet and clearly tired, causing my heart to skip gently.

Taking my toothbrush and the toothpaste, I raised my head when I heard the rustle of clothes, and Azriel got to his feet.

Something tightened a little in my chest. The next second, I cursed myself for it; because the poor guy was up at 2 in the morning because of me and I felt sad because he had decided that he had seen enough to know that I was almost falling asleep on my feet and that he didn't have to worry about me going back to work instead of going to sleep –

My eyes darted up when fingers brushed over my hair, and my heart stumbled, staggering at the sight in the mirror of Azriel right behind me, so close his chest was almost pressing against my shoulders, towering over me and looking so beautifully soft in the warm light that I almost missed him reaching for my brush.

My breath hitched.

“Az, you don't –“

“If you keep going at this pace, we'll still be here by the time the sun comes up,”, Azriel mumbled, but there was no heat behind his words, his lips curved far enough for the hint of a crease to form in his cheek when he carefully pulled the ties out of my braids. “Just brush your teeth. I got you.”

I stared at him, stared as something rose in my chest and I felt pressure behind my eyes, my breath faltering.

Suddenly I felt the urge to burst into tears.

Somehow, I tore my gaze away from Azriel's face, trying to swallow against the tightness in my throat and dropping my head as he started to carefully undo my braids. His fingers ran through my hair, gently untangling any formed knots, and I had to keep myself from squeezing my eyes shut.

By the time I finished brushing my teeth, Azriel had combed through my hair, mumbling soft apologies whenever the brush was tugging at a knot. Leaning past me to place it back on the shelf, my heart staggering when his chest pressed against my back and I could feel the warmth of his body seeping through his hoodie, he straightened back up, gently plucking at a strand of hair falling onto my shoulder.

“Ready?”, he mumbled, his voice quiet, and I nodded, because I was sure my own would break if I tried to reply.

Azriel took a step back, and I turned around, moving past him. He followed me as I dragged myself down the hall and into my room. The curtains were already drawn, and my bed looked so inviting and comforting that I just stripped out of my joggers, leaving them on the floor where I had stepped out of them before plopping onto the mattress.

There was a soft, deep chuckle, and my blanket was tugged out from under me, thrown over my body. My heart staggered gently, and when I laboriously turned around, eyes already beginning to close like they had just waited for this, Azriel crouched down next to my bed, tucking the blanket around my shoulders as I snuggled into my pillow, cracking open one eye to stare at him tiredly.

“Thank you,”, I whispered softly, and one corner of Azriel's lips rose, his eyes twinkling softly in the half light coming from the hall. Then he reached out, and something stuttered in my chest when he gently pulled the hood of my sweatshirt out from where it was half tucked under the blanket, easing the strain on my throat. He carefully straightened it, then he pulled his hand back, and his thumb brushed over my cheek.

“Do I have to stay here and make sure you're not jumping out of bed in ten minutes because you had an idea?”

My breath hitched, and I blamed it on being tired and without a filter and him just being too beautiful that I mumbled: “Yes.”

For a second, I expected Azriel to chuckle and wish me a good night, to get up and leave. Maybe I even wished for it, because what on earth had I been thinking –

Azriel's eyes dragged over mine. Then he blinked and gently nudged my side. “Scoot.”

I stared at him, stared as my heart suddenly thumped against my ribs. But Azriel just pushed himself to his feet and moved over to the door, closing it carefully. Then his dark shape returned to the bed, and feeling my breath hitch, I shuffled back, something beginning to rise and flutter violently in my chest as I made space. A second later, the mattress dipped as Azriel sat down and tugged up my blanket to move under it. I held onto it so it wouldn't slip away from me when he turned to lay down on his side, breathing out comfortably, and his warmth washed over me, mixed with a wave of his cologne as I could feel his body settle only inches away from mine, big and warm and solid and causing my heart to tremble in my chest. Then it stopped.

Simply stilled in my chest when Azriel slid an arm around my waist and tugged me forward until we were chest to chest, legs pressed together and his hand slipping up my back so he could wrap his arm around me and tuck me into his chest.

I dug my fingers into the soft material of his hoodie, his scent filling my lungs as I tried to keep my breathing even and my sleepmuddled mind could only focus on him. Him and his solid chest and delicious scent and even breathing and heavy arm draped over me, and something fluttered in my chest as warmth washed over me and all the tension melted out of my body. My shoulders sagged, hunching forward into his chest, and my fingers uncurled, arms relaxing as my hand slipped over his chest until it rested over his heart and I buried myself in his chest.

Breathing out, I felt my eyes slowly drop close, and Azriel's thumb started to steadily brush over my back. His nose nudged against the top of my head, then he mumbled, his quiet voice rumbling in the silent room: “Why's your mattress so fucking comfy?”

“Rhys bought a new one before I moved in.” My lips barely moved with my soft muttered words, my eyes already closed as I could feel sleep slowly take over my body. “Maybe he just likes me better.”

Azriel gently flicked the back of my head, and I smiled into his hoodie, slow and wide as something skipped against my ribs, and I thought I could feel Azriel's lips curve. Then he rested his chin on my head, drawing me closer, and sleep washed over me, gently pulling me away.

[collectivecloseness]

(Nsfw) ok but do u have a hc at all on who’s better at going down on a lady, Steve Harrington or Eddie Munson?

Okay but I absolutely do for sure and I have thought this for the longest time.

(Cw: 18+)

Steve I think didn’t even know that was a thing at first, back in his king Steve days. He was all about missionary, or blowjobs, or other more common stuff he’d hear about, not that he was a selfish lover or anything. Sure he’d touch girls down there, of course he would, but the clit? Who knows where that is, he’d trust they’ll say/moan something if he finds it. Not to say he doesn’t learn though.

Absolutely not. As Steve becomes a better person, but also gains more experience, he hears about this for the first time and he wants the girls he’s with to feel happy and enjoy it and make sure they cum as well (not faking it which he’s trying to distinguish for sure now) but at least feeling safe and enjoying it. It is important to him that his partners are enjoying everything just as much as he is, even very early on before he’d learned more. As long as they’re happy, satisfied, and safe, Steve can end it happy as well.

But Steve’s knowledge comes in at a pretty normal time for a guy in Hawkins in the 80’s, and he’s definitely a lot a lot more willing to try it. Firstly asking a girl he trusts how to do it, then he found a book he could get without anyone recognising him, to read and keep hidden deep under his bed. As well as as time goes on, checking out some more tapes from the back adults only section of Family Video, so he can check what it’s ‘supposed’ to be like from other angles, not just when he’s looking up buried between thighs.

So at first, probably until he gets a long term partner who will work him though it, rather than a quick hookup, which they at least leave highly satisfied from and will tell other girls considering a date with the previous king of Hawkins High that it’s definitely worth a shot, at first Steve’s techniques are more just that; techniques. Things he’s read about and heard, like tongue here there diagonal short then fast, or the alphabet method, or following step by step something from his book that could be misconstrued as a ddr pattern or something.

Mostly Steve’s very focused on doing it right, and that is for the pleasure of his partners. But he does have to be taught by a girl he trusts where the clit exactly is at first, or more so, how to know if he’s touching it correctly. Shocked that it ranges from about 60-80% of sex without using the clitoris doesn’t end in orgasm for girls (although in Steve’s defence, that stat is much much lower with him, again, an unselfish lover even in the beginning, and also, he’s still Steve Harrington). He’s still a bit flustered trying to figure things out without being gentlemanly vague, but Steve really does care about your experience a lot.

And if you’re his partner, damn. Steve becomes such a good boy trying to ask you every single time he’s down there if what he’s doing is right, if you’re still okay, if he should change up, if he’s hurting you, if you finished, if you can handle round four - because holy shit girls can handle a lot more than even big boy Steve Harrington thought. He’s genuinely very considerate and sweet, caring a lot about your experience, and he will shut up and just get on with it and try and listen to your body, because he doesn’t want to stop if you’re feeling good; you go through some ideas with him, like thigh tapping signals.

But Steve will totter to you and ask you with his hand out if you two can go practice again, pretty please?

Steve may not have been the best student in high school, but he definitely wants to do some research in this field, and he is more than happy to perform some experiments. It’s called growing <3. He won’t ask you too much, and he won’t bother you with it, but he will come ask you in very sweet ways, like laying his head on your lap, or getting on his knees, or sucking into your neck just the same way he does your cunt. Or if you two are beginning to have sex, he’ll ask if you’d like him to do that first. And then he might want to do it afterwards as well. Especially if you would like to go for another round (Steve is not a one and done guy). Again, he’s learning all about the female body and experience so much :)

Steve is also... big. So it definitely does help, if he’s getting on his knees or tummy before you two make love <3. Although to be honest, not that you need it much anyway considering Steve gets you wet so easily. You remember Steve playing with your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you, before making out for a while, when you two decided to go to the bedroom. And when Steve undressed you, like a gentleman, and went to add more foreplay, and saw how soaked you were, he actually fucking laughed, like an adorable loving dork, and said out loud “Wow.” To be honest, it only helped you want him more.

Then again Steve eating you out after he’s cum in you slightly works against his breeding kink, although it’s not too much of an issue because Steve still throughly enjoys it. He also likes being able to be a little messy and dirty and free with you, and he also likes cleaning you up and helping you out once again, it works in so many ways to be honest. Not to mention the obvious, Steve likes going down on you, he wants to do it again, and also doing so after you two had made love was kinda hot. One time he had tears in his sweet brown eyes while licking out his cum, which took a minute to get to because Steve had fucked it deep in you, but when you promised he could fill you up again after he finished cleaning you up here, because he’d been so lovely today, you swear you saw his heart burst, just from the sparkles in his caramel eyes.

You’re definitely expanding Steve to lots of new intimate and interesting things to do with sex. Not that he was boring beforehand, but he didn’t want to risk going with something he wasn’t sure if he wasn’t good at, and he didn’t really get into another relationship until you, or really trust the other enough to be vulnerable and think within himself about his own explorations. He didn’t really think or get to physically explore about himself too much until you really. And you definitely helped him feel more open to do some introspection on himself, even at some surface level stuff to do with vulnerabilities and sex/love making things.

Steve does however figure this out very early days, probably with Nancy because he did love her, but it’s not something he really let himself indulge in or mind wonder about, until you. And that’s the fact he loves sucking on some boobies <3. Actually makes him feel incredibly calm and happy and like he can just shut down from being big protector Harrington, and just be Stevie in love and being taken care of, by taking care of.

Absolutely loves just settling his head down and softly holding you and mouthing around your boobs with the comfort of knowing that’s all he’s got to do right now, and it’s making you happy too. So to realise he can suck on something else of yours? That tastes of you even more, and makes you extremely happy too? Steve can bob those lovely cheeks around three different things and not accidentally overstimulate you, and really let his mind soften into loving and affectionate time with you, his love <333

Steve is a good guy and he is learning a lot. Happily doing so, he wants to be a good enough person for you, but also, hell yeah Steve Harrington is loving this too! Why don’t all guys like eating out their girlfriends?

Eddie is bouncing off all four walls if he doesn’t eat pussy soon.

Actually one of the first things he wants to do sexually. Yeah the first time he has sex he’s trying not to cream his pants but he’s also so desperate to please. But also to taste... to experience all that loveliness. The first time he does it it’s not only to please, but to try and prove he’s good, he likes them, to try and make himself good enough so they don’t leave, but he very quickly realises they all will. Well until you that is. Although Eddie Munson does go through a little bit of a slutty era before that - I mean, he was doomed by having that slutty, slutty waist.

After the first girl or two it’s mostly about pleasing his lovely lady acquaintances. But also a little bit of pride knowing their jock boy toys will never be as good as him, and those girls will know it, and never be able to feel the same with them after. He hopes it frees his good old friends, get them some real partners. And yeah, to give them one hell of a lifetime ride.

The all encompassing warmth and smell and taste and sounds and feel of you is something Eddie craves constantly. It’s like his safe place. That and it really helps with his oral fixation. And the man is obsessed. He will not be leaving you for hours. He’s biting all up your arm, big chomps over and over, beforehand, licking at you randomly, pretending he’s so sweet to kiss your cheek but actually poking it with the tip of his tongue. These aren’t even always precursors to Eddie’s meal of the day, he is just like that.

He wants to bury himself there and breathe you only. Why should Eddie care about o2 or whatever that bitches name is, they didn’t help him pass chemistry. The only chemistry Eddie cares about is between you and him... You push his face away in retaliation at that awful flirting. But Eddie is pouncing right back, laugh roaring, and biting down over your pelvis, which gets you to push him away again, this time with a laughing shriek. He’s just eager, he won’t bite where it hurts, but like, if you’re gonna be running your hands through his hair as you’re calling his name, he’s going to surprise lick your fingers occasionally. Or bite. Maybe suck on something a little. Your thighs and boobs are constantly getting apology smooches for Eddie being very bad and biting down on them.

He wants to live smothered in your love for him, the physical show all around him that you love him right now and are not leaving and he’s making you feel good in this moment, but also it’s you, encompassing him. Everything about you is safety and security and love for him. It’s another reason Eddie will absolutely bury his face in your boobies too </3

And when you finally let him indulge his oral fixation down there, three hours later - with breaks and water and checking in on you in between - his arms are wrapped around your thighs and he’s scooching forwards as you pull your legs, and therefore him, up the bed, with the biggest and ‘wettest’ pout on his face, begging you he just needs to be in there for a little more time. Please say you can go another round? He’s desperate. He’ll do anything baby, he just wants to worship you some more.

Eddie sometimes headbutts face first into your boobs and swears he will starve without tasting your pretty pussy. You’re more worried he’s going to fucking drown.

Eddie will happily get smothered to death though if it means drinking everything up. One of the only times you saw Eddie frown in bed (or anywhere you two were fucking) was when you were sitting on his face, and kept pulling back because you were worried you would hurt him. Eddie was stubbornly telling you that he could take it, you were fine, and you were wrong; and you swear he was going to use your body as an unwilling weapon to kill himself, because he was pulling you back down on his face so determinedly, you weren’t sure you could move from his grip pulling you down if you even wanted - you definitely did not want. Not when it was Eddie fucking Munson whose face you were riding.

Another excellent point in his favour, Eddie is wild. Very passionate. Extremely intuitive and very well versed/knowledgable. So he’s a god at eating out.

Changes up nearly every single time because he knows how to go with the flow and read you so well. It’s not just experience or anything Eddie is very well tuned to what you like and don’t, and he can pick up on you easily. Eating out just comes so so naturally to him it’s insane. And the fact he just goes ballistic down on you, absolutely feral for you, makes things even more sensational. He’ll eat you out in every which way possible. Staring up at you with those big fucking dark brown eyes. Those pretty thick lips glistening and swollen.

And when looking into his deep doe eyes is what makes you finally cum over his tongue, Eddie is chuckling breathily in that sweet voice into your cunt, and you’re cumming harder. The noises he makes too, little hums he doesn’t even know he’s sounding, he’s just enjoying himself that much, the sloppy eager sounds as he laps and sucks and kisses and eats at you, and then the fucking moans and swears and whines and groans and whimpers, and all the sweet suave words he tells you each time. When they’re sounded while his mouth is around you, the vibrations make you go crazy, something Eddie absolutely knows.

One time he winked to you after his laugh into your crotch made your eyes roll into your skull, and when he sweetly batted his eyelashes into your sensitive nipped thighs, just to make you feel even more, he really got his hair knotted into, and tugged further into your ‘embrace’.

Eddie will use any part of his face, ride his nose, or he’ll nuzzle it, tickling your thighs or belly with his eyelashes, scraping his teeth down them, using his lips to kiss and suck and mouth and vibrate on you, not to mention whatever ungodly power was given to Eddie’s tongue. Holy fuck Eddie’s tongue must have been blessed or something. His whole face is rubbing against you, he’s utilising it all, and Eddie wants his face covered in your cum, to the point it’s streaming down his neck and dripping onto his chest tattoo <3

And he’ll leave sessions having not had you take care of him once, all he wanted to do was go down on you. Get that taste, and make you feel so good. It makes him feel good too, even if not in that way, it just really does. Sometimes eating you out for a while is really all Eddie wants. Either for as long as he can get, or even a quick session before one of you has to go. He once joked that even with his life, it was the only addiction he has. Although you swear you watch him go through withdrawal. You’d say kinda regularly actually, but you two are going at it enough it doesn’t get to be too much of a problem <3.

It surprised you a little when you first dated him, that sometimes Eddie would ask you if you two could do that, and then that’s all that’d happen, unless you initiated further. When Eddie said that that shouldn’t be surprising, goddamn he did make you fall for him even more. You tell him he has a blessed tongue in many ways, although Eddie is very aware of that.

Sometimes sure he’ll rub one or multiple out under you, or buck against his mattress as he does so. One time even using your leg, because you were stood at the bathroom sink and he just had to have a taste of you before he could sleep. Trust me, eating you out is well more than enough to get Eddie Munson off. Sometimes all Eddie is focused on is pussy and he’s absolutely enjoying himself extremely, being touched himself or not. After all, he is getting to do one of his favourite all time things with you.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Shidou loves summer festivals. The streets are lightened by chochin and the overall happiness coming from each booth.

He also loves wearing his shocking pink haori and black nagagi, while enjoying a popsicle and fanning himself with his embroidered soft pink fan. Shidou arrived way earlier to the date, excitement over the moon, that soon waned when he understood that he had to wait for another hour. That's why he is now leaning on a wooden bench while his pink irises dart arounds, full of curiosity for what could possibly happen around them, some blonde and pink strands already sticking to his face due to sweat.

"Hey Shidou!" Ahhh, it's you. The person that never leaves his mind, not even when Shidou falls asleep. The same person that told him more than once that he has no chance with them, but however, go out with him because they hate being alone.

The blonde has to be honest, when his obession over you started he may have "investigated" your life, found out about your strenghts and more importantly your weaknesses, like your friends all getting a partner and leaving you more or less always alone.

You take small steps, the wooden sandal and tight cloth don't give you much leg movement. You stop right in front of him, in between his wide open legs looking down on him.

His irises take you in immediately, absorbing every detail of your body, every little different shade the lights and the moon paints on your face.

"No words from you? What happened? Is all your blood gone to your dick for how good I look?" You chuckle, and finally, Shidou breaks from his daze, popsicle breaking and luckily ending on the bench instead of on his haori.

He looks up at you again, after brushing to the ground what remained of the popsicle. The patter of your yukata is so cute and so you; the love you harbor for bunnies evident in the embroideries of the yukata you are wearing, the gold moon, made with gold lamè enlighten your entire figure.

"So, aren't I beautiful?" You smile down at him, your right hand gently scratching the back of his head, where blonde babyhair escaped the gel he so like to use.

"You look divine." He groans, lips soon forming a smile that show his shiny teeth. There is no weird undertone in his voice, and Shidou notices the surprise on your face, already so used to his wicked mind. But you also know he has no filter, so he must be saying the truth.

There is no other word to describe you, small hair framing your face, light makeup enhancing your features with an elegance, so different from the graphic eyeliner he loves so much to wear, that takes his breath away.

"Oh-" You gasp when you feel his strong hands sliding from the back of your knees to your thighs, groping the fat protected under the cloth. Shidou feels his mouth watering, fingers still digging into your fat, but his eyes never leave yours, trying to capture your every expression like a camera.

Your hand grips the base of his head before relaxing again, understanding he won't move his hands an inch more. His hands open, caressing the back of your yukata, now full of wrinkles for how tightly he held it.

You look relaxed, and he feels like groping again your thighs, imagining how soft they must look without all that stuff covering them. Shidou breaks eyes contact for a moment, head more or less at the level of the apex of your leg.

He'd love to have his head crushed between them, cheeks squeezed by the warm fa-

"Can we go Shidou? Or you wanna feel the quality of my yukata some more?" He finally breaks from his daze, again, to look back at you. He sees the reflection of his face in your irises; a fucking idiot. A child that just discovered a room full of candies and chocolate, that's how he'd describe his face right now. The blonde gulp down loudly, saliva accumulating each time he just glance at you.

You take one of his hand to pull him up from the bench, and Shidou let you do that, body maneuverable like a doll.

"You'd be better than any candy" He mutters, voice guttural. The hand that was still laying on your thigh now is positioned on your back, not too low, stroking your spine without touching the cute bow of your white obi.

"You want to eat candies? I saw one booth with them while coming here, let's go there!" You smile at him, fingers now laced together to pull him towards the centre of the festival.

He gulps again, his heart skip again a beat after seeing your smile.

Something is changing.

[drabbles-of-writing]

People liked the Golden Guard memes so you know what. I have an addiction to making memes. I made more

I know they all adored Flapjack. I also know they are giving him lots of treats and pets in the ghost realm I’ve decided

1, 3, 4, 5, 6

[fbfh]

omg i love painting my nails but i always end up chiping them because of ✨️ anxiety ✨️

RODRICK THINKS THAT'S THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER. There's tons of girls at your school with perfect manicures, but he likes the way yours chip as you use your hands, as you play his drums and help him study and pick at them. It looks more organic. It's like a comfy worn in pair of jeans, and he thinks it makes your hands look so pretty. plus it's an easy way for him to moniter how bad your anxiety has been recently. If you call him instead of texting because your nails are drying and by the end of the next day they're almost bare again, he knows to stay extra close to you. He knows to send you playlists and extra I love you texts throughout the day. He drives a little slower when you go places in his van and parks a little more carefully, and if you even look like you might want to talk, he's already so down. He'll blast your favorite album in an empty parking lot so you know no one can possibly overhear you, and lets you spill your guts. He'll hug you if you want, or kiss you, or just be a shoulder to cry on (literally and figuratively) and if you have any breathing exercises or coping strategies, he knows them like the back of his hand. He's always down to repeat affirmations to you and hype you up and ask what would Billie Joe Armstrong or Gerard Way do. He kisses the back of your hand while you drive and lets you pick the music and keeps the seat pushed all the way up for you, he'll stay up late texting you, even wake up from a dead sleep bc he has your ringtone and text tone set to the loudest one, just in case you need him. He knows people think he's a loser or a screw up, but the two things he's never going to half ass are music and being there for you. in spite of what people might think, he's a really good fucking boyfriend.

[taurus-caeli]

This Novel...Isn't Doing Well (A SAGAU drabble)

“Why isn’t my latest series selling well? You’d think my audience would give it a chance after reading Onibudou…!”

You took a sip of rainbow aster. “It’s because it’s unfamiliar. The market sells what’s currently popular. Those that go off the beaten path will face more trials compared to the rest.”

“...I’m sorry Your Grace, but you lost me after ‘trials’.”

“My point is: It’ll be generally difficult to sell an original creation if the audience isn’t familiar with them. So you have to slowly introduce them first until the audience does!”

“After this, I’ll help you with that part.”