#or rather it's hard to write him without making him either too soft or too gross

[criscura]

I want to get to the good part of this blastvoid thing I'm writing but i do NOT want to write the part before it and I'm procrastinating so fucking hard

Like i know what i want and it'll be satisfying but it's like the reverse of eating beef jerky, where this is the tough gross part you just need to swallow before getting to the fucking SPPIUCCE

[roosterforme]

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Although Bradley wasn't usually one for big gestures, he supposed he was when it came to you. Now he wanted the wife and the wedding and the honeymoon and all of it. Preferably sooner than later.

Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, 18+

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley had never been a big gesture kind of guy. He never really saw the point in it. He always figured it was easier to tell how much someone cared about you through their day-to-day interactions instead of the occasional over the top displays. 

He knew Natasha had his back by the way she simply helped him prepare for tonight by taking you out for drinks without asking too many questions. And he hoped she knew that the steady friendship he built with her was strong even though their birthday steak dinners and weekend morning runs weren't flashy. He felt similarly about Maverick, thankful that he knew where he stood with him once again without having to prove it.

But Bradley wanted you to know that he was going to love you forever by the way he treated you when you were alone together, and by the way he couldn't help but occasionally show off his romantic side. He knew you didn't need words written in the sky when he would prefer to pour his heart out to you in letters and emails, but he didn't want to simply propose by handing you his mother's ring either.

That's why he got your students to fold up the paper planes. Because he just couldn't help but both ask you to marry him and show you how much those letters changed his life at the same time.

"Bradley?" Your voice was breathy as he watched your eyes flick to the wall and then back to his face. "Paper planes?"

He smiled. "It's all the letters you and your class sent to me. You know... when you were looking for a Naval aviator to write back and answer a few questions? I guess a few questions turned into a lot more than that. And a simple correspondence with a gorgeous fourth grade teacher soon made me realize that you're the woman of my dreams. My pen pals changed my whole life." He gestured toward the wall. "Your students helped me fold them up yesterday."

"They did?" you whispered as he closed the distance to you before getting down on one knee.

"They did," he confirmed, looking up at your beautiful face as tears filled your eyes. "I love you. And I have something for you, Gorgeous." He swallowed hard. "It was my mom's." He held up the engagement ring that he remembered from his childhood but thought had been long ago buried with Carole. "I want you to have it. Unless you don't like it. It's from 1984, and it's definitely vintage, so I won't be upset if you tell me you'd rather have something more modern. Maverick was holding onto her engagement ring for safekeeping." He knew he was rambling, but now that it was time to say the most important words, his nerves were taking over. "I had no idea until he heard me talking about how desperately I want to marry you."

"Bradley," you gasped, chest rising and falling rapidly with emotion as a tear streaked down your cheek. "Are you serious?"

He was serious. He was in love. He wanted this forever. "Will you marry me?"

You didn't make him wait long to see your beautiful smile and hear your calming voice. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you, Bradley."

You started to drop down to your knees, and he caught you along the way as your lips met his. He could feel you everywhere. Your arms around his neck were familiar, and so was your soft laughter and your kisses. But your words promising forever were new.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he swore between kisses. "I fucking love you, Baby."

"I love you, too," you whispered, cupping his face in both of your hands and kissing him. 

Bradley realized he was holding the ring tight in his hand and loosened his grip so you could really take a look. "Let me put it on your finger? Make it official?"

You nodded in excitement, and then Bradley had to blindly slide it into place as you kissed him relentlessly.

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Each of the paper planes taped to the wall was familiar to you. After so many months, you could tell which of your students had written the notes based on the handwriting. As you ran your fingers along the letters, you recognized your own handwriting there as well. The flickering candle light shone on the paper planes as well as the ring on your finger.

This was all so romantic. You never dreamed you'd be so thoroughly loved, but here you were with Bradley's lips on the side of your neck as he stood behind you, letting you inspect the message he hung up on the wall.

MARRY ME?

"In an abundance of detail, please explain to me how you managed to get my students to fold all of these up during Career Day without me noticing."

His deep rumble of laughter sent goosebumps along your skin. "You have to know by now who my regular accomplice is."

You spun around in his arms and kissed him as his big hands settled low on your hips. "Natasha can't be trusted," you whispered, gently running your fingers through his hair. "She's too loyal to you. But I know your strategy now."

"That's okay. I don't need her to be sneaky on my behalf anymore. Proposing to you was my main objective."

"Bradley," you whispered, smiling so much your face hurt. You examined the ring as you dragged your fingers through his hair. Part of you was still surprised by how the evening turned out, but he had been promising you from the very start that he was serious about you. "Bradley, you just gave me your mom's ring."

"Yeah," he grunted, running his nose along your cheek and ear. His breath was warm against your skin as he said, "We can pick out something else if you don't like it. The diamond is pretty small, because my parents got married when they were twenty-four. I think that's all my dad could afford, and-"

You silenced him with your lips on his. "It's perfect. Like you. I don't want anything else. Or anyone else."

Those big hands were on your butt now, and his body was snug up against yours as he kissed you so hard, you moaned. The living room smelled like all of the different candles at one time, and the lighting was kind of magical. And you realized you were engaged to the man you started to fall in love with before you even kissed him for the first time.

As soon as you took one small step toward the bedroom, Bradley followed your lead. You could tell he was excited as he scooped you up into his arms, and you kept yourself snug against him as he grew harder for you. Just as you ran your lips along his scars while he carried you through the bedroom doorway, his stomach growled so loudly, you started to laugh.

"You didn't eat dinner," you whispered, kissing him softly, trying to hold back the desire you felt.

"Baby, I have a whole plan," he replied, all smiles as you nipped at his lips until you landed on your back on the bed. "Dinner at Salvatore's is happening, but not until I fuck my fiancée."

You whined softly as he dragged your leggings slowly down, and you arched your back so he could remove your shirt. Then you watched him struggle to get undressed with his erection as you touched yourself. "You're taking me out for an engagement dinner?" you asked, running your fingers between your breasts and down your belly. He stumbled out of his jeans, eyes fixed on your body as you circled your clit with your middle finger.

"Well... maybe not," he grunted. "I should have thought this through a little better. Now I just want to keep you in bed."

The words were taken from your mouth and turned into a moan as he spread your legs apart and kissed you where you were touching yourself. "Bradley." Your fingers went to his hair as he teased and kissed his way up your body, letting you taste yourself on his lips and mustache.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he crooned, guiding the tip of his cock through your wetness until you were clenching with need. When you were ready for him, all you had to do was roll your hips up. When you were ready for more, he filled you up and didn't stop until you came.

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"I should probably just try to get us a standing reservation," Bradley murmured, making you laugh as you were led to your table at Salvatore's. The two of you just finished a bottle of the overpriced wine you liked so much at the bar, and now you were looking up at him like you'd rather just go back home for round two of engagement sex instead of dinner. But he knew he wouldn't make it to that point until he ate something.

"Don't look at me like that," he whispered, grinning as you sat down when the waiter pulled out your chair.

As soon as you and he were both seated, you asked, "How exactly would you like me to look at my future husband?"

Your words left him a little breathless as he reached for your left hand which now displayed the ring that told everyone else you were going to be his wife. He couldn't stop touching you, and you were just as bad as your legs tangled with his beneath the table. "Maybe we should have made sandwiches at home."

Even mentioning food out loud made his stomach growl louder as he inhaled the delicious scent of pasta. "We'll be back home soon," you told him. "In the meantime, while we take a break from our engagement sex marathon, why don't we talk about our summer wedding?"

Bradley nodded as he laced his fingers with yours. "You know, I always wanted to try running a marathon, but I think I like this type even better."

"You can use the sex marathon as part of your training regimen."

The smile on his lips wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Maybe it was the same smile that had been there since the first time he looked at your photo. "Are you really going to agree to a summer wedding?"

"You told my students that's what you wanted," you replied immediately. 

"I owe your kiddos so much. If they didn't think I was cool as hell, I'd have gotten nowhere with their teacher. We should invite them to our wedding."

You laughed as Bradley waved down the waiter and ordered three entrees. He was still holding your hand as he told the guy, "And you may as well just bring some to-go containers out along with the food. We've been engaged for about two hours, so I'm getting a little antsy to get back home again. I'm sure you can understand."

"Congratulations," he murmured as you cradled your forehead in your right hand.

"Bradley," you half groaned and half laughed.

"What?" he replied, downing half of his glass of water. "He took one look at you and knows exactly why I can't wait to go home. Now can we talk more about wedding plans?"

You looked beyond amused and very pleased with yourself as you asked, "Do you really want a summer wedding?"

"Absolutely, Gorgeous Girl," he confirmed. "This year. Please don't make me wait."

You bit your lip for a few seconds before you said, "It's already February. That doesn't give us a lot of time. Unless..." Then the waiter returned with some bread, and you asked him, "Do you have a catering menu?"

He nodded. "I'll bring one out with your food and the containers."

Now you were the one tugging on Bradley's hand. "I have a great idea! What if we don't really have a wedding at all?"

His face fell as his lips parted silently. None of this really mattered before he met you, but now that he was here, he could clearly picture the day in his mind. "Baby, I want us to have a wedding day. A white dress and my uniform and flowers and wedding photos and all that shit."

"Bradley," you whispered, wrenching your hand free so you could drag your chair closer to his at the small table. Your palm was on his cheek, tilting his face so you could kiss him while you stroked his scars. "I didn't mean it like that." You kissed him again. "You give me these butterflies, and I swear I can't handle it," you whispered, running your nose along the side of his. "What if we have a simple wedding where we can invite my students? We can still do the dress and the uniform and as many photos as we want. But I think I know the best spot where we can have it all. And then we could go big on our honeymoon."

The wedding, the fourth graders, the honeymoon, the wife. Now he was smiling again. "Tell me more, Gorgeous. In an abundance of detail."

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If anyone saw the two of you, it would have been comical. It was dark out, and you were holding the bag of food containers and trying to unlock the door while Bradley held onto you.

"I think it's a little bit early to be carrying me into the house like this. Pretty sure that's for after the wedding."

"You can't blame me for being excited."

You pushed the door open, and even in the nearly dark house, you could still see the paper airplanes on the wall spelling out his proposal. "Are we keeping that romantic display where it is?" you asked as Bradley took you to the kitchen.

He glanced back over his shoulder. "For now. But I don't want them to get faded or anything like that. I'll flatten the letters out again eventually and find somewhere to store them."

You gasped as you unpacked the food containers and found something at the bottom of the bag. "They gave us an entire cheesecake!" It said Congratulations written in chocolate, and you bounced around in place as Bradley's arm wrapped around you. "That was so sweet of them."

He chuckled and whispered, "They know what they're doing. They have a loyal customer in my wife who always orders the expensive wine."

His fingertips brushed your neck before you felt his mustache there. "You already know I ordered it by accident the first time," you gasped as he sucked gently on the sensitive spot below your ear. "And I'm not your wife yet."

"Based on our tentative plans, you will be in a few short months," he murmured. "Now why don't we put the food away and go back to bed until Monday morning?"

"Monday morning?" you moaned. "You feeling ambitious?"

Bradley practically threw the food into the refrigerator. "My belly is full, you look hot, we're getting married, and we can take a break for cheesecake in a few hours. So yes, I'm feeling very ambitious, Gorgeous."

Your smile was coy, and your voice was low. "A few hours without a break?"

Bradley kissed your parted lips before tasting your tongue. "I want to get some practice in before our honeymoon. Isn't Paris the city of sex?" he asked with a smirk.

"The city of love!" you said, bursting into laughter as he hauled you toward the bedroom again.

"We'll make it both. I want to practice both."

It was always both when you were with him. He was sexy and sweet, his voice close to your ear as you had each other for the third time today. You already knew that all it took was the diamond on your finger to make you go a little wilder for each other. A deployment that ended with an engagement ring? You never wanted this feeling to stop.

The diamond sparkled on your finger as you tugged at his hair. He was so methodical with you. There was a sweet precision to everything he did which felt like the embodiment of his written letters. His voice was familiar and raw with emotion next to your ear as he filled you in every way. His lips were everywhere, praising you and drawing out your orgasm. Calling you the love of his life. 

"I need this forever, Gorgeous," he panted, fucking you harder. "I need you."

You were clinging to him, kissing his scars as you came. Then the two of you snuggled in bed and discussed your plans for the perfect wedding. 

Although there were more breaks for food and the cheesecake, he did in fact keep you very busy until Monday morning. You went to work exhausted, but you made a quick stop to ask your school administrator if your wedding idea was even feasible. The answer surprised you. Then you got yourself settled in your classroom where eighteen kids soon arrived, and Violet set off a ripple effect as soon as she gasped and asked, "Did Lieutenant Bradshaw give you a wedding ring?"

Jayden and Nia both came running over to your desk to see it. Henry shouted, "She got married! Knew it!" Jackie screamed into her hands about how the magical paper planes worked, and you had to stand and try to calm everyone down.

"I didn't get married! Yet. But Lieutenant Bradshaw asked me to marry him this summer, and I said yes, so I guess the magical paper airplanes did work."

Your classroom erupted into cheers and shouting as you smiled. Thank goodness you went out on a limb and decided to write to a US Naval Aviator. Thank goodness it was Bradley who answered. 

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Wedding and honeymoon up next? Then the epilogue? We're almost there! Anyone think they know where they'll have their wedding? Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 28

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[luveline]

hiii can you possibly write a poly!marauders x reader who is way too much like sirius 😭 i’m so so so similar to him it’s literally scary and we have the same birthday too??? same everything it’s crazy i think it would be so funny to watch them navigate through Two siriuses 😭

thank you for your request <3 fem!reader

Remus has been in love with Sirius since they were fourteen years old, so falling for you was easy. It was practically already done. 

You’re sitting by the window with a tape player in your lap and headphones over your ears. Pretty mouth turned down, eyes lined with a smudged kohl, you look lovely when you sulk. Remus can’t stand to leave you alone. 

He gives you a moment's peace, of course, but with James and Sirius entangled in a dinner-making argument and nothing left to do, he’s almost forced to sit beside you in the window seat. There isn’t much room, bless, but you don’t argue, leaning back into his arm and continuing your staring out the window. 

“You okay?” he asks. He knows the music isn’t too loud. You loathe being snuck up on. 

“Am I okay?” you ask, turning your head gently to the side, meeting his eyes through the fence of your lashes. Mascara lengthens them, has their ends kissing your brow as you widen your eyes slowly, playfully. 

“Sitting all by yourself.” 

“I’m not,” you say, the corners of your lips curling into a pleased half-smirk. You’ve too much affection about you to be truly smug. 

“But you were.” He moves the headphones off of your ears slowly. 

It’s a good thing Remus is such a flirt. You’d be hard to keep up with otherwise. He does wonder how James survives it; you and Sirius will flirt brazenly, almost darkly, a seduction in the smallest of things. Picking lint off of his shirt, wiping coffee foam from his lip. And Remus is quieter, not as shy as some might think him but without the darling charm (well, unless he wants it). 

You hold his gaze. “I knew you’d come and keep me company, Remus… that’s what you’re doing, right?” 

He laughs in your face, which isn’t to stay he’s laughing at you. He just can’t not laugh. You’re nerve wracking and sweet and his to flirt with. Plus, you hear him laughing and the majority of your facade melts away as you laugh yourself, the tip of your nose bumping against his sleeve. “Jerk,” you say. 

You and Sirius are different in some ways, of course. Sirius can’t stand having air blown in his ear and you love it, shivering with delight as you curl into his arm. 

“Hello. What’s going on here?” 

James is climbing onto the window seat before either of you can tell him not to. There’s absolutely no room for him nor his muscly arms, his shirt getting caught on your knee and rising, an unreadable mess of limbs and fabric. A tan hand uses Remus as a lift. James straddles your lap, bringing his face up to smile at you lovingly. “Hello, lovely.” 

“James, this is rather selfish of you,” you say. “Me and Remus were having a cuddle.” 

“He had you all last night.” 

“That’s not true. Sirius shared me with him. I was like a cherry pit.” 

James makes a horrified, undignified shriek like you’ve jabbed him in the gut. “What the fuck.” 

“You know full well I didn’t, Jamie, on account of my being the big spoon to your little one.” Sirius arrives, and announces his disgust with a wrinkle of the nose. “I can’t believe I’ve just said that out loud. Domesticity is becoming too much.” 

James is a tall, tall guy, and he’s not skinny either. Remus gives up his seat before he’s pushed from it, and at least finds a new embrace in Sirius’ space, a hand behind his back, ringed fingers ghosting against his spine. 

“Aw, Remus, what are you doing? …Come back,” James whines. 

You laugh again. “You’ve stolen all the room.” 

“Can I be blamed?” 

Sirius wraps his arm around Remus' waist. One moment he’s being hugged, the next kissed, silky soft kisses pressed to his jaw as Sirius murmurs, “You could’ve stood your ground.” 

But then Sirius wouldn’t be kissing him.

“Forget him,” Sirius advises, his lips parting over a soft spot near threateningly. “Who needs him? You have me.” 

“It wasn’t like that!” James insists. “I just missed her when I was in the kitchen.” 

“And I missed you, Jamie,” you murmur. 

Sirius scoffs, to Remus’ delight. “What’s funny?” Sirius asks, pulling Remus’ head back by the hair, not rough or anything but intimate enough of a move that Remus probably has hearts for eyes as he answers. 

“She sounds exactly like you, you realise?” 

Sirius narrows his grey eyes. “Well, it’s not a bad way to sound.” 

Remus has had enough of him, really, the flirting is fun but he misses his boyfriend, especially if James is going to steal the cuddle with you Remus had been aiming for. “I want some herbal tea,” he says, sewing his arms over Sirius’ shoulders, as much love in his touch and gaze as he can possibly fit. “Do you want some? I’ll make it for us.” 

In the same moment, James is holding your cheek and asking what you’d like for dinner, whatever you want, honey, so close you can smell his aftershave lingering from the morning and the minty cherry hybrid smell of his favourite chewing gum. His weight rests on your hip. Remus can see you heating up from over Sirius’ sharp shoulder.

You and Sirius are also very alike in that you both fluster at being treated with care. Immediate melting. Cheeks hot to the touch. 

“I don’t mind, Jamie,” you mumble. 

“I’d love some,” Sirius says, ever so slightly hoarse. 

[pomefioredove]

Hi uh—I would like to request platonic hcs for Diasomnia and any of your favorites with a very young Yuu? Like, not a child, but not college age either (so like 13-15 maybe). The reader is very quiet and gets overstimulated easily, but they can be very sweet—they just show their affection through actions rather than words (like giving someone a pretty rock because it reminded them of that person, without really thinking about it). Recently, my older brother passed away, and your writing has helped me lots! I hope this request wasn’t too much—apologies if it was!

thank you so much for doing what you do, it genuinely makes me happier :)

hi anon, I'm very sorry to hear about your loss, take care <3 I hope this helps

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ brotherly

summary: young yuu type of post: headcanons characters: diasomnia (malleus, sebek, silver, lilia) additional info: platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

Malleus just absolutely treasures you

(dragon pun intended)

it's not strange for him to feel protective of his loved ones, but even so...

call it what you will, paternal, brotherly, either way he sees you as family

and he doesn't take such labels lightly!

he definitely has a little space in his room where he keeps everything you give him

and he's quite reciprocal, too

be it the finest jewels from Briar Valley or a glass bead he found on a walk

he quite likes spending time with you, too

let him into Ramshackle and he'll never leave

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Sebek is, as always, a little distant at first

...he can be a little hard to get close to, that's all

but once he's deemed you worthy of his friendship, you will never get rid of him

he's loyal to the core

the kind of guy to start crying because he loves his friends so much

so, you're definitely safe with him

he teaches himself how to recognize sensory overload so he can get you out of uncomfortable situations faster

he keeps the things you give him on his person as good luck charms!

actually a sweetie, 10/10 no notes

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though, out of the four, I see you and Silver being the closest

he can be a little... awkward at times

but he's got a soft spot for the meek and quiet

and he knows how overwhelming a place like this can be, especially for you

he knows what it's like to feel out of place

his friendship is full of comfortable silences and moments of peace

any time you feel overstimulated, or sad, or even just feel icky, he's got somewhere quiet you can hide away in

he's a sweetheart <3

he's just as protective as Malleus is, in a way

though he's more likely to teach you how to wield a sword and defend yourself

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the creaky old man himself!

much like Malleus, Lilia keeps everything you give him

unlike Malleus, it's... everywhere

all over his room, hidden in his pockets, he swears Grim ate one of the pretty rocks you gave him...

he cherishes the little gifts no less, though

and he'll often pass down some of his own old knick-knacks to you

(half of them have some kind of curse he forgot about. Silver deals with it)

he's basically adopted you at this point

Lilia has a soft spot for children, after all

and he's been getting oh-so nostalgic over Silver's youth, lately...

he probably makes everyone take terrible embarrassing photos together now that the family is complete

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃Seventeen and spotting their S/O during a concert❃

A/N: sooo like a lot of you I will be going to Lollapalooza in Berlin in September to see Seventeen. I am very excited to get the chance to see them live after having been a carat for such an incredibly long time. Anyway, hopefully, I will see some of you there! Let’s have a great time together and be extra loud for the boys!

To celebrate Seventeen’s acknowledgement of the European continent, here is a small prompt about them spotting their S/O during their concert. This prompt might be a little short as I am slowly getting back into writing and creating 13 different reactions takes a lot of time so bear with me as I find my footing again!

 Scoups/Seungcheol:

❀ Coups will be all smiles the moment he spots you in the crowd. You had kept it secret from him that you would be attending, and now it finally makes sense to him why you had been so weird when he asked you what you were going to be doing tonight whilst he was gone.

❀ He tries not to draw too much attention to you being there, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. However, he is having a difficult time not glancing in your direction and subconsciously wanders near to where you are sitting whenever they are not dancing.

❀ The moment he sees you are cold, he makes sure to hand over his hoodie to you. For good measure, he donates his bucket hat as well; what if your ears get cold? You know what, he is going to ask the staff to hand you some hot packs, just in case.

❀ He goes hard on the sexy parts of the songs, giving it his all. He wants to impress you; you better bring some holy water.

Jeonghan

❀ At first, you might assume that Jeonghan is completely unaware that you are in the crowd, watching him perform. There is nothing to indicate that he has noticed you as he continues to perform as he normally would, cool on the outside.

❀ However, in actuality, Jeonghan spotted you almost immediately and is absolutely thrilled to see you; he is just more subtle with it than some of the other members. Throughout the concert, he tries to communicate his excitement mainly through small gestures, only noticeable to those who know him well. For instance, he will walk past your spot, giving you a cheeky wink or be a bit more energetic with the members.  

❀ He also starts teasing you by making obscure inside jokes and references to funny stories during talking segments, subtly mentioning some of your embarrassing moments he witnessed.

❀ He will try to convince Seungkwan to force you to sing the Aju Nice high note for his own enjoyment, laughing when you fail.

Joshua

❀ Joshua always felt apprehensive about inviting you to his concerts, not because he didn't want you there but because he didn't want to pressure you into attending. So when you decide to surprise him by attending without telling him, he turns all mushy.

❀ He sends you small, soft smiles throughout the concert. The smiling doesn’t cease during the performances either; Joshua keeps smiling even during songs where smiling doesn't really fit the concept, as he is supposed to be all sexy and mysterious.

❀ During the vocal ballads, he seeks you out in the crowd again. Throughout the song, he makes eye contact with you, expressing his love for you through the lyrics of the song.

❀ When he is asked to sing a song he recently has been listening to during one of the talking segments, he will make sure to sing a snippet of your favourite song.  

Jun

❀ Jun is so focused during the concert that he doesn't initially notice you in the crowd. The other members have to point it out to him; Seungkwan gently nudges him during one of the talking segments, bringing your presence to his awareness.

❀ Rather than getting smiley or more energetic, Jun, instead, gets a bit shy when he makes eye contact with you. He suddenly regrets all the weird stuff his members made him do during the talking segments of the concert.

❀ Once he eases up, though, his happiness at seeing you outweighs his shyness. The members notice he is extra energized during the concert, continuously bouncing around the stage during the Aju Nice encore.

❀ Somewhere during the concert, DK and Hoshi convince him to wave in your direction. Thus, you get the cutest, most bashful tiny wave, followed by him hiding behind a laughing Mingyu.

Hoshi/Soonyoung

❀ Okay, where the other members would probably keep their relationships private for as long as possible, Hoshi probably would not be able to keep your relationship secret for long. This man is the king of spoilers, and if fans weren't aware of him being in a relationship before the concert, they for sure know about it after.

❀ He is another member who initially doesn't notice that you are there until another member points it out. Woozi didn't even intend to bring it to Hoshi's awareness; he had merely noted that you had seemed to enjoy their performance of Hot, making Hoshi realize you had been there all along.

❀ His energy explodes the moment he spots you in the crowd. Everything is cranked to the max; he is performing at 200% and is running across the stage as if his life depends on it. Hoshi wants to make you laugh, regularly checking whether his unhinged joke or skit landed by glancing in your direction.

❀ Throughout the concert, he sends exaggerated gestures your way. He continuously is horanghae-ing in your direction and blowing kisses, not bothered in the slightest that technically he should be keeping your relationship on the down low.

Wonwoo

❀ Chances are that this man is too blind to spot you in the crowd. Wonwoo has admitted that he never wears contact lenses on stage and, thus, cannot see anything or anyone in front of him. Consequently, if it hadn't been for Mingyu pointing you out to him, Wonwoo would never have known you had attended the concert.

❀ As a result, he momentarily puts in contact lenses just so that he can see your smile. However, rather than feeling energized by your presence, he is another member who gets painfully shy upon spotting you.

❀ Whenever his eyes meet yours, he freezes for a second, giving you a tiny smile and the tiniest nod before quickly looking away. He has been having trouble focusing on anything but you; his eyes keep seeking you out whenever they have a talking segment, not listening to a single word his members are saying.

❀ Wonwoo, at some point, seriously considers removing his contact lenses, especially when Mingyu notices why his friend is getting so flustered and distracted, teasing him about it.

Woozi/Jihoon

❀ Woozi has the best poker face, for the most part. Although you can tell by the small smile that graces his face throughout the performances that he has noticed you, he mostly seems unaffected by your presence.

❀ The other members, however, do not let him get off all that easily. Throughout the concert, they tease him, bringing up inside jokes between the two of you or teasingly commending him on his well-written romantic lyrics. His lyrics are so ingenious, wherever did he get the inspiration from?

❀ Due to all the teasing comments about him being a romantic guy and making romantic songs, he gets a bit shy when singing his ballads. Most of his love songs were written about you, and he can't help but avoid your gaze as he feels the burning, knowing stares of his fellow vocal unit members. Woozi feels a bit too embarrassed at saying his poetic love confessions out loud in such a public space.

❀ Still, his shyness does not keep him from wandering to the area where you are sitting, checking whether you are having a good time and ensuring that you know he appreciates you attending the concert by giving you a small smile and wave.

DK/Seokmin

❀ DK is so oblivious to you being there; it isn't that he hasn't seen you, but he hasn't noticed it is actually you. He even pointed you out to Minghao, remarking that he had found your body double. Of course, Minghao scolded him for not being able to recognize his own partner.

❀ When it finally dawns on him that you took the time to attend their concert, he starts to tear up. One of his speeches leaves you sobbing, too. DK is so incredibly sincere, tearfully thanking everyone who has come to support him and remarking that without their encouragements, he wouldn’t have been able to perform as well as he did. Although he is deliberately keeping his speech vague, you know he is talking about you.

❀ Nevertheless, DK is not the most subtle about his excitement about you being there. He will regularly enthusiastically wave in your direction. Ultimately, Coups has to step in as it is becoming rather suspicious that DK seems to continuously be playfully interacting with only a select group of Carats. From then on, DK has to follow a simple rule: one interaction with you equals two waves to Carats on the other side of the stadium.

❀ As he wants to commemorate the first time you attended his concert, he will save a piece of confetti for you as a memento.

Mingyu

❀ Mingyu has been begging you for ages to attend one of his concerts. Unfortunately, your schedule never lined up with the concert dates; even worse, you couldn't cancel your already-made plans, much to your shared disappointment. Thus, when the stars aligned and you finally had the time to go, Mingyu was absolutely over the moon.

❀ Mingyu is noticeably more energetic and giggly throughout the concert. He keeps glancing in your direction, breaking out in a massive smile whenever your eyes meet. Whenever he is able to walk around the stage, he ends up in front of you, giving you a pout when he notices you watching another member. Poor Coups has a field day reminding Mingyu not to make his affection for you so apparent to the fans.

❀ He is on a whole different level during the sexy songs; his shirt accidentally keeps getting drenched, and an overenthusiastic DK keeps trying to lift it 'just because', knowing you would appreciate it.

❀ Mingyu has told every single member that you are there, at least twice. They have tried to hush him, but in his excitement, he keeps nudging them and pointing over at you. He is lucky the microphones haven’t picked up his yapping.

The8/Minghao

❀ He knew you were coming to the concert and had been trying to dissuade you from doing so. It simply didn't make sense to him why you wanted to attend. Why waste that much money on tickets when he could invite you to the dance practices or give you a mini concert at home for free?

❀ On the inside, he is incredibly happy that you chose to attend the concert. Minghao briefly mentions it in passing to Jun, unable to hide the soft smile that keeps appearing whenever he does as much as think about you being there.

❀ He is very giggly throughout the concert. To both Carats' and Seventeen's surprise, Minghao keeps laughing at Hoshi's unhinged jokes, even forgetting about his anti-horanghae agenda.

❀ Fans keep thinking he meditated that day because he somehow is very patient with his members' crazy and embarrassing behaviour. In reality, he is too distracted looking at you to actively notice half of the stuff his members are pulling during the talking segments of the concert.

❀ Minghao absolutely refuses to join in on their idiocy, however. He does not want to do anything embarrassing in front of you, even if it would make you laugh.

Seungkwan

❀ It is noticeable to everyone around him that he is so incredibly happy that you were able to attend his concert. Mind you, you have attended his concerts before, but every time you do, Seungkwan treats it like it is the first time you are watching him perform. He has brought it up to every single staff member, excitedly telling them this is going to be the best concert yet because you are there to support him.

❀ He is pulling more shenanigans than usual. His sole goal during the concert is to make you laugh until you cry, and thus, he has pulled out all the stops, imitating every celebrity under the sun. Their concert almost feels like a Going Seventeen episode with Seungkwan as the MC.

❀ During the concert, Seungkwan is flaunting his dance and singing skills. He is adding a riff here and there and putting even more emotion behind the words he is singing. If possible, he will convince the members to let him have his Sexy Seungkwan moment.

❀ At some point during the concert, he will 100% go up to you, just to make you do something crazy. I hope you practised your Aju Nice high note and warmed up for your dance solo.

Vernon

❀ Vernon keeps quiet about you being at the concert; he spotted you almost immediately but will not mention it to any of the members. Seungkwan is downright offended when Vernon mentions it after the concert has ended, scolding him that he should have told them you were there. Vernon wants you to enjoy the concert without all the stuff he knows the members would pull once they realize you are in attendance.

❀ During the concert, you feel like you are on The Office. Whenever one of the members does something stupid or embarrassing, Vernon will make direct eye contact with you, pulling a meme face to silently communicate his tortured feelings at having to witness it.  

❀ Vernon isn't one to go over to your area and give you a wave or a smile, wanting you to enjoy a normal concert-going experience. At most, he will briefly meet your eyes during a meaningful line.

❀ He is not paying any attention to his members during talking segments, zoning out to blatantly stare at you. When they scold him backstage, he 1000% uses you as his excuse.

Dino/Chan

❀ You hadn't told Dino that you would be attending their upcoming concert, mostly because you knew that if you did, his perfectionism would get the better of him. Dino would practice deep into the night, wanting to give you the best performance imaginable, and, thus, not telling him, was your way of preventing your boyfriend from overworking himself.

❀ Still, the moment he notices you in the crowd, he goes on a mission to prove himself. Gone is the cute maknae; he has cranked up his stage presence to 5000% and will not accept a single mistake.

❀ Throughout the concert, Dino keeps glancing in your direction to gauge your reaction whenever he has executed a difficult or sexy dance move.

❀ Although he loves making you laugh, Dino feels torn between making a fool out of himself or being the cool, sexy guy. Still, after some encouragement from his members, he will join them in their skits, bringing out his famous characters. Seeing your laughter at his ridiculousness boosts his confidence tenfold.

❀ Despite his members' pushiness, he is way too shy to actually go over to where you are sitting or wave at you. Instead, he jealously stares at you from afar as the other members interact with you.

Masterlist

[sim0nril3y]

Babyy can write a Ghost with praise kink?? the man wants to receive compliments yk, maybe the reader teasing him during the day, without realizing

Note: ooooh, you are sooooooo right he would totally have a praise kink and Simon deserves to be praised! Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, teasing, praise kink, handjob (m receiving), canon-typical swearing.

There was something peculiar that you had noticed recently. It was exceptionally subtle, almost so subtle that you could have easily missed it or convince yourself that you were imagining things, but there were little moments, little times when you would say something and Simon would blush. It was almost outrageous to think about, but you think these little moments would come whenever you complimented him, either over something rather mundane or something a little more risqué.

This was when you began to think… maybe Simon liked compliments, though he would never say those words aloud. Then another thing hit you Simon loved doing things for you, adoring to being able to make you smile and make your life easier. Maybe subconsciously he was trying to get compliments, maybe secretly he liked being praised… then your mind went further into a sinful little hole, maybe he had a praise kink, very secretly, way deep down so far that even he didn’t realise it.

This was a theory you would need to test…

Like the blushing, you would be subtle at first too. In the morning, he would place your favourite mug that contained of warm milky tea in front of you on the coffee table, you’d accept it into your hands and sip on it. A low hum would fall from your lips, looking towards him with a comforting smile. “You make the best tea, Simon~” You coo with a delicate smile and then take another sip.

Casually you flit your gaze towards him and there it was… his cheeks warmed, going that soft pink colour before he would quip back. “Y’only say that so I keep making teas for you…” As quick as the pinkness was there it was gone and you followed with a little shrug. You were in for real trouble if he knew the real reason that you were complimenting him on his tea making. “Maybe~” You retorted with ease and then settled back into the sofa happily.

That evening you were hungrily eating the food that he had prepared, glancing across at him as he drank back his wine and then you mewled softly. “Wow… I swear, no one fills me up like you do.” It seemed like he gulped a little too hard, having to clear his throat and giving you a challenging gaze. “I mean, with food…” Then hungrily taking another bite, making sure to look Simon in the eye as you chewed happily. “You’re the best bloody chef around.”

“Not a chef.” He reminded you then, hand moving suspiciously beneath the table, between his legs, almost as if he was adjusting himself. “Could’ve fooled me.” You replied, taking another bite then and humming again. “I’ve never had chicken this juicy before…” Then moaning, his cheeks were beat red and he cleared his throat, hand remaining under the table as he took another large gulp of wine. “That’s because you burn everything.” Simon responded attempting to keep his voice even.

A giggle shot from your lips as you shrugged. “Maybe…”

There were times when Simon wouldn’t want to head out of the house to go to the gym, he had a set of weights he kept in the bedroom, neatly tucked away and sometimes when he felt like he needed it he’d get them out and do some bicep curls before bed. Perched on the bed you hummed lowly, admiring the way that his thick muscle strained with each curl. “Your arms are so fucking big…”

Without his shirt on it was easy to see the way the blush began to crawl up his throat, sat away from you on the edge of the bed and trying to ignore you and muttering his count under his breath. “You’re just so dedicated to your body…” You whisper, crawling over to be knelt behind him, ghosting your hands over his arms and up to his shoulders, daintily stroking his skin. “My big, handsome man~” You whisper into his ear causing him to mutter out a gently. “Fuckin’ hell…”

You giggled as your lips found his throat, pressing gentle kisses to the flesh as you knelt behind him. By now Simon had ceased his curls, allowing the weight to touch the ground away from causing any harm as he leant back a little into your touch. Your hands slipped under his arms and caressed his taut stomach muscles, humming as you nipped at his shoulder and then kissed the area soothingly. “You take care of me so fucking well…” You whisper into his ear, nipping the lobe. “Are you going to let me take care of you now, Si?”

“Fuck… yes…” Simon breathed, leaning his head back into your shoulder. “Good.” You whispered, in a sinful moment spitting into your hand and then sliding it into his sweats and clasping your hand around his painfully hard erection. “You’re so fuckin’ hard…” Beginning to slowly massage your hand up and down his length. “So fuckin’ big too…” You whisper into Simon’s ear, making sure he heard. “So big… so big I didn’t think you’d fit into my pussy at first.”

A low groan pulled from his throat. “I’d have made it fit…” He grumbled lowly and you giggled breathlessly. “I know you would have… God, you always make me feel so good, Simon. I wanna make you feel good now. I wanna make you cum, baby.” You whimper at him as he hisses arching gently against you. “That’s it…” You affirm gently. “Just give yourself to me.” You nip at his earlobe again, naughtily suckling a mark onto his throat. “Everyone is gonna know what you’ve been up to, naughty boy~” You giggled, kissing the mark over and over.

“Don’t care. Don’t fuckin’ care.” Simon let out a low groan. “Don’t care… cause they’ll know… know you gave it to me…” He choked out a moan and you almost beamed in happiness. “That’s right… they’ll know that you’re mine and I’m yours.” Nuzzling into his throat, cock pulled from his sweats now to jerk at a faster pace, those dark eyes stayed wholly focused on your hand working him expertly. “Look at you…” You whimpered at him. “So fuckin’ huge… lookin’ like you’re gonna burst…”

A second later his head tilted back, a short groan pulling him his throat as he shot his load up his stomach and chest. Languidly you jerked him until his moans began breathy and pained, only then stopping and holding him in your warm hand. “You did so well…” You breathed into his ear, giggling gently and then adding. “Thank you~”

Masterlist | Ask | 04-12-2023

[loverslantern]

Mirror- Dean Winchester x f! reader oneshot

Description: Reader doesn’t feel pretty so Dean tries to show her what he sees in the way he knows best: praise.

Warnings: It’s hot and heavy in here, inherently sexual but nothing happens, manhandling?, praise

Word count: 2k

Note: This is not only my first time writing something like this but also my first time writing something not related to The Hunter and The Witch series so please leave feedback!

  I catch my reflection on the screen of my laptop and groan. My face looks weird today. It’s just one of those days where I just couldn’t feel…pretty or nice or any other adjective. It shouldn’t matter now when I’m alone in my motel room and researching for the next hunt. There’s no one to impress in the desolate room other than the four beige walls and a creaky bed. 

  It shouldn’t matter. To be fair it shouldn’t matter in general when beauty is an objective concept, and yet it does. I do not know the psychology behind it, maybe it’s a biological thing as animals would choose the mate that’s more appealing or strong to have offspring that can survive. I shake my head, ridding myself of the thought. This would just spiral into a psychological analysis that would only make me think of it further rather than ignore it. 

  It’s an obsessive thing, isn’t it?

  Either way, I don’t like the way I look today. I couldn’t get my hair to look just right this morning and I tried so many up-do’s that my arms got sore. It still didn’t look right, so I left it down. 

  And my face just looks wrong. Maybe my eyes are too big or too small in proportion to the rest of my face. Or, maybe my jawline is too soft, perhaps I’m not rough enough. Perhaps I’m too rough. Somehow, every possible thing feels true. 

  I groan again, leaning my head back against the headboard of the bed, and squeeze my eyes shut as if it will get rid of it all. I’m meant to be focused on research. It was supposed to help. But stupid screens and their stupid reflections.

  The jingle of keys forces my eyes open, my eyes landing on my door as it clicks open. “Hey, sweetheart,” Dean greets, casually inviting himself in. 

  “Hi,” I breathe. I suppose the consequence of giving someone a spare key is that they will use said key. But, I’m not that bad of a thing considering it’s Dean who’s walking in. “I’m gonna head to a bar, you in?”

  “Eh,” I answer. “You go ahead. ‘Not feeling it tonight.”

  He eyes me for a moment, squinting just slightly. “Not even as an excuse to dress up and listen to music?” he pushes. “‘My treat.” Of course, his treat meant a fake card or money he got from hustling. But, god the way he smiles and holds his hands up as he tries to convince me is cuter than it should be. “Sorry, Dean,” I say despite the sight, “Just not feeling it.”

  His shoulders and smile drop, “Come on I’ll buy you as much (favorite drink) as you want.”

  “You can go without me you know?” I point out as he saunters over to the bed and plops himself down. “We both know you’re gonna be leaving with some random girl anyway.” 

  He rolls his eyes as he leans back on his elbows, his black shirt flexing against his muscles. He knows I’m right. “I thought Sam was the nerd,” he comments, ignoring what I said by lifting my laptop off my lap and discarding it in the empty space next to him. “Why don’t you wanna go out? ‘You feeling okay?” he asks and for a moment as his eyes scan my face, I can see the concern pass through them. 

  “Oh, I’m fine,” I insist, trying to be as convincing as possible. Yet, he sees right through me, giving me a pointed look. He’s hard to lie to. I break, shaking my head, “Fine. I just…I don’t feel pretty today so I don’t really wanna go out.”

  His eyebrows raise, his lips parting a bit as if that’s the last thing he expected me to say. “You?”

  My eyebrows furrow, head tilting in confusion, “….Yeah….” Who else?

  He studies my face again and I worry he’ll see what I’m seeing. He’ll see I’m not pretty. His features soften regardless. “Come with me,” he announces, gesturing a hand to follow as he gets up from the bed. I don’t listen, giving him a confused and cautious look. “Come on,” he insists, his voice firm. 

  I hold back my sigh as I stand from the bed. I almost didn’t want to know what he had in store. But, he doesn’t leave me with much choice but to turn back as he takes hold of my hand. His hand is big and warm as it envelopes mine, butterflies erupting in my gut at the simple touch.

  He leads me into the bathroom, his hand leaving mine to travel up my arms and to my shoulders, positioning me in front of the mirror. My hips press against the sink, his hands on my upper arms and his body close behind mine. He nearly looms over me with his tall stature, his head and eyes tilted a little down as he uses the mirror to meet my eyes. “Don’t look at me. Look at yourself,” he directs. But my eyes linger on him, on his pretty green eyes, sharp sculptured jaw, and his straight nose. His fingers tap against the skin of my upper arm, “Come on,” he encourages, his voice a little gravely. 

  I give in. He makes it so easy to give in. I pull my eyes from him and land on myself. A frown pulls on my lips as my eyes jump around my features, even my frown looks wrong. He squeezes my arms, gaining my attention back in the same second my gut lurches. “Uh-uh,” he hums. “Eyes back on you, baby.”

  Jesus. 

  Again, I force my eyes away and I can feel his burning gaze on me. “What do you see?” he asks. I scuff and roll my eyes, “Dean, I’m not—“

  His hands rub up and down my upper arms. “Just—what do you see?”

  I bite on my bottom lip. I look unamused. That’s what I’m seeing. I sigh, trying to humor him. “Myself,” I answer plainly.

  He tuts, “Not what I meant, sweetheart. What do you see that you don’t like?”

  Everything. That seems like an appropriate answer. But I can’t just say that and I don’t. I hardly want to share what I feel when it’s hard to put words to it. “How about this?” he says, his head dipping down to occupy the space by my neck, putting himself closer to my level than far above me. “I like your smile,” he admits, his voice so soft it’s like a rough whisper. “I like when you smile at me…” he squeezes my arms, “like I’m damn important.”

  “You ar—“

  “Uh-uh,” he hums again. “This is about you, baby.” 

  One of his hands drifts upwards, the muscles in his forearm flexing. The sight is nearly intoxicating as I watch it move in the mirror, resting at the base of my neck as he stands to his height again. His thumb brushes back and forth against my collarbone, his eyes downturned to his movements. “Keep watching yourself,” he reminds me. I hadn’t realized I was watching him but could you blame me?

  He presses me back against him, his body solid and warm. I wonder if he can feel the increase in my heart rate. “And your skin…always so smooth. Hardly any scars.” He presses down on the base of my neck, encouraging my head to lean back against his chest. My breath hitches.

  “Shows how careful you are, yeah?” I can almost feel his warm breath as clearly as I can feel my heart beating against my ribs. “You a careful girl?” His gaze is burning as it travels down me. “Yeah…” he drawls, eyes traveling back up. “You are.” His thumb taps once against my collarbone, reminding me to keep my eyes on myself which seems like an impossible feat now. “There you go,” he praises, his voice low. 

My skin feels warm. My everything feels warm as if I am a furnace with the sole purpose of burning and he stokes the fire, poking at it, adding wood to keep it going. 

“Those eyes,” he mumbles, and I can feel the rumble in his chest as the words protrude from his lips. “‘Damn pretty eyes. Then you give me that look…fuck.”

  My eyes flick to his, something burning deep within my gut. He doesn’t scorn me for looking away from myself. “Yeah…” he whispers, eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “That look right there. Eyes all big, your lips parted just a little.” His hand drifts up from my neck, gracing my jaw. His thumb presses on my bottom lip. “So pretty…” he mumbles. “‘Don’t know what you aren’t seeing. Can you look at yourself again baby?” 

  I do as told and my knees feel wobbly with the heat that pools within. It’s the sight of him rather than me. The sight of him practically playing with me. “Want you to know how pretty you are,” he mumbles. “How good you are. God, you’re so good.”

  His thumb is a little wet as it slips from my lip onto my chin and my neck. His lidded eyes watch the slight mess he makes, his breath a little shallower. He hums, his chest rumbling with it. “Do you know what I think?” he asks.

  “What?” I answer the single word sounding like a sigh. My eyes drop to my lips in the mirror, my bottom lip coated in a thin layer of my own saliva like a coat of lip gloss. My breasts press against my tank top, seemingly wanting to spill over with each shallow breath. The soft swells of skin peeking from the neckline. His hands drop to my hips, pushing me forward until they’re pressing into the sink with a force that knocks me forward a little, a gasp escaping my lips. I grip the sides of the sink to catch myself. His fingers press into my hips as he holds me firmly. His body looms over me as his eyes take in my bent-over form. Those stunning green eyes that usually resemble the greenery of a forest when the sun is shining through the canopy of leaves just right, now a darkened green like the parts of the forest the sun can’t reach. 

  His hands massage my hips roughly, pushing them forward before drawing them back. His eyes are downturned to the movement, his mouth parted a little in the same manner mine is. My breath is quicker, and my heart is pounding in my chest like it’s trying to escape the space behind my ribs. “What’d I say about keeping your eyes on yourself?” He says roughly despite his own distraction. I swallow roughly, forcing my eyes back on myself for the umpteenth time.   

  He continues his actions, eyes burning into my hips and my ass like nothing else matters. “I think…” he starts, circling back to answer the question he asked me before, one I forgot about. “I think it should be sinful,” the word is like a purr coming from his lips, “to look this good. To be so fucking pretty.” It should be ironic coming from him but why would he go through all this trouble, all this guiding, pushing, pressing to convince me of something he didn’t believe in? And I can see it. I can see it, through the fog of a bad day, exactly what he’s seeing, or at least part of it. 

  “Are you seeing it?” he asks in a low voice as if he saw the change in my eyes. “Yeah,” I breathe, nodding, “Yes, I see it.”

  “Good,” he answers firmly, and yet I can hear the cocky smile that no doubt threatens his lips. Then, his hand circles around the back of my neck, tangling into my hair. He squeezes just once before he’s guiding me up, straightening me out ‘till I’m standing straight again. I spin in his hold, his large hands immediately going to my hips to keep me pressed into the sink. His eyes meet mine, something written in his irises that I can’t decipher. Then, they drop to my lips and then to my chest, that cocky smile finally making its appearance as his eyes drag back up to my lips. “Where’d you learn that?” I ask.

  His smile widens as he answers, “You don’t wanna know.”

[sea-owl]

I was just thinking about the whole Debling vs Colin thing and I kinda wanted to point this out.

Debling and Colin are actually both perfect for Penelope but different sides to her.

Debling is Lady Whistledown's perfect match while Colin is Penelope's perfect match.

Debling has work he leaves for years to do, passions that take up more of his heart than any living human would. He left behind his own family who he says never understood him but that's all we know. He wants a wife to take care of the estate and the home front. He doesn't read Whistledown, meaning he won't ever see any similarities between Penelope's writing and Lady Whistledown's. If Penelope was truly Lady Whistledown all the time like the switch was flipped and never turned off, then this is a perfect life for her. On her own, left alone, and can run her business without interference. If she wants, she can fudge the numbers a little bit to hide some of her own money away in the estate. She'll have children one day that she'll love. She will be secured. She will also continue the status quo of her life before of being alone in her own home, and I would make the argument becoming more like Portia as time would go on. Now, don't get me wrong. Debling is a good man, but he is also Lord Featherington in a different font. Penelope already knows what life with Lord Debling would look like she's seen it in her parents' marriage, in her father. Lord Featherington put his own passions before his family as well, and while he never physically left, that man completely dissociated around his family. Again this type of life would be perfect for Lady Whistledown but Penelope rightfully so hesitates.

Colin, on the other hand, while he has his own passions, will still put someone he loves first. He's willing to be there to support them if they need it. He has a close bond with his family and wants to open that bond to any potential spouse that may be folded in. Once he knows his feelings, he's not afraid to show them. He's affectionate and sensitive to others. He also I noticed forgives rather quickly meaning he has the ability to see from someone else's perspective. This is someone Penelope has dreamed of for years, and frankly kind of needs. She's been emotionally starved of affection and never has seen or heard acts of love outside the few she's had from the Bridgertons. She was raised on tough love and never really shown softness before. Colin can give her that softness, that love, and happiness. But Colin is also a horrible match for Lady Whistledown. He is always in Penelope's business and space, and if not him, another member of his family would be. All in good faith, they watch out for one another, but it would make Penelope's absence a lot more noticeable. Penelope will also be shoved in the spotlight as well marrying in and while she has craved the potential change it makes her work much harder. His disdain for Whistledown as well has been well spoken to others. He also potentially has the clues to piece together Penelope's identity. He has her letters and Lasy Whistledown is not hard to get either. If Penelope accidentally made any mistakes in either writings, like similar phrasing or she reused something from his letters in Whistledown he could clue it together. He will most likely be angry at first but I also think given time to cool off he be willing to hear her out. He's already shown he's not afraid to fight for her so what's one more round?

And the funny thing is Colin has the potential to be Lady Whistledown's match as well. He's a good writer and has been shown to engage in gossip, too. He moves fluidly around the ton, charming them and easily communicating with them. His strengths compliment can help boost where Penelope has a weakness. They can very easily become true partners, Lord and Lady Whistledown. We first just have to get Colin to warm up to the idea.

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 5 - Dry Humping

Lt's turn now! >:3 Sorry for the wait for all my Ghost lovers lol. Enjoy!~

Warning! This piece does involve a few drops of degradation! Please be warned before reading! Thank you!

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To say the mission went well…wasn’t exactly true. A few more things exploded than need be and your target nearly escaped right through your fingers. But Ghost had your back as he always did, making sure the mission went off without too many hitches. 

The only problem now that you were back at base now was the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You were doing this weird power walk that you did when you were on a mission through the halls of base. You remember hearing “Where’s the fire mate?” from Soap as you passed him, but gave him no response. 

Your feet didn’t stop until you made it to Ghost’s office, rapping your whitening knuckles on the door three times. “Permission to enter Lieutenant,” you said, voice clipped and rushed.

A heavy sigh before you heard, “Permission granted.” from the other side. You quickly slipped into the masked man’s office, shutting the door nearly silently. You shut the blinds to ensure whatever went on in that room going forward, was entirely hidden.

Ghost didn’t miss your actions, but kept silent, trying so hard to actually finish his paperwork for once. It was a rare occurrence these days, with back to back missions keeping his plate rather full. Yet he knew, oh this man knew that you weren’t here to help, but to fully distract him. It was a war in his mind on whether or not he’d let you.

Before he could make a decision, you were in his lap, straddling his hips. “Adrenaline’s still pumping boss,” you advise him. Yours and Ghost’s relationship had fairly recently taken on a more physical tone, so the contact wasn’t entirely unwelcome or unexpected. 

“Take it out in the training room,” Ghost tells you bluntly. “I need to get this work done.” Now, if you had heard this before you starting worming your way closer to the stressed lieutenant, you would’ve thought he was genuinely frustrated with you. But no, this was Simon’s way of telling you “keep pushing and you’ll either regret it or I’ll make it worth your while”.

You wrap you arms around his neck and hug your body close, letting your eager sex come in contact with his clothed one. “Please Si~” you whine, voice low and in his ear. You hear the pen stop writing and his member twitch, but otherwise Ghost doesn’t react. “C’mon, a little distraction won’t hurt that much.”

Before you get a verbal response, you’re being pulled back by the collar of your shirt. “If you’re so desperate to get off,” Simon growls, masked face inches from yours. “Why do you prove how bad you need it? Get yourself off on my thigh like a good whore.”

Your face flushed a bright pink at his demand, but you got the assignment quickly. You used your knee to nudge Ghost’s legs apart so you could sit your sex fully on his thick thigh. Just that little friction left you whimpering for more. “C-can I move, Sir?” you asked, voice now soft so he could focus. 

“Go on,” he told you, eyes never leaving the work in front of him. You don’t waste any time, slowly beginning to rock yourself forward, dragging your sex along his thigh. You sigh in relief at the pleasure that courses through you, even through the durable fabric of your regulation cargo pants. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” Simon hums, still not turning his burning brown eyes to watch you. “Always making such beautiful noises for me.” You whimpered a little louder now at his praise, trying to keep yourself from falling apart immediately.

“I’ll bet you just can’t wait for me to be done with this paperwork can you?” The man says, this time sounding more like a growl than his usual teasing hum. “Can’t wait to feel my thick cock inside you huh? Pinned to the bed and nowhere to go but where I tell you.”

“S-Simon–” you gasp, hips rocking harder and faster with each word that he spoke. It took some coaxing from you to even get Ghost to speak up in bed. He wasn’t exactly sure how to even commence dirty talk until you gave him a bit of teachings on what you liked. After that it felt like you couldn’t get him to shut up, not that you were complaining of course. 

“What love?” He asks, so mischievously it hurt. “Can’t handle a little dirty talk? Don’t lie to me slut, I know you love it. Almost as much as being face down in your cot.”

Your nails were practically digging into the back of his t-shirt now, your sex making an absolute mess beneath the fabric of your uniform. “G-gonna come, please–” Your mind was so fuzzy, you nearly forgot to let him know of your impeding orgasm. 

“Go on love,” Ghost tells you. In a move you hadn’t expected in the least, you hear fabric moving and then a bruise being sucked into your neck. “Make a mess for your lieutenant.” 

Something about the way Ghost’s growl was unfiltered and the sudden contact had your peak practically punching you in the gut as you doubled over with a loud moan. Your sex pulsed against the inside of your underwear and uniform pants. You hid your face as best you could against Simon’s neck whining loudly as you finally finished. 

You nearly went limp before strong hands caught you to hold you steady against Ghost’s chest. “That’s it love, good job,” he praises, rubbing your back. “D’you need water? Anything?” That was another learned thing that the lieutenant picked up on quickly; aftercare. He had no clue what it was previously until you walked him through it after a particularly nasty subdrop. 

You shake your head, finally starting to calm down. “Thank you Si,” you mumble against the fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t thank me yet sweetheart,” the blonde chuckled softly.  “You’re still getting punished for interrupting me.” Your eyes went wide as Ghost continued on writing his reports calmly as if nothing happened.

Well…not the worst way to end a mission you supposed.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔾𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello! Could I request Argenti, Welt, Dan Heng, and Aventurine with a s/o who loves making them gifts?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hii! I don't write for Argenti or Aventurine so I just did the other two! But I think it turned out alright anyway so I hope you like it too!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Welt immidietly liked how instead of buying a gift, you make it on your own!

✧ he'll probably try learning how to make handmade gifts himself so you could have a fair exchange between each other

✧ he doesn't mind giving gifts without occasion... in fact, it only adds to the meaning! He'll do his best to now instead of giving you bought flowers, to either give you origami ones or ones he collected himself

✧ you can already tell her takes your little gift giving quite seriously...

✧ his reaction to your gifts is always rather similar! He'll smile softly and thank you properly~ He'll also kiss your palm if his hands won't be busy

"It's absolutely stunning... Almost as stunning as you, dearest~ Thank you for this gift. I promise I'll take good care of it~"

✧ maybe he doesn't have dedicated shelf for your gifts... but he still keeps them safe!

✧ he just prefers to store your gifts in places he visits often. Just so he can have a quick glance at gift from his lover followed by soft smile as he remembers when and how you gave it to him~

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@vodka-glrl - come get your grandpa father of the express!

✧ honestly, Dan Heng always found hand made gifts slightly more meaningful than just bought ones

✧ so when his partner turns out to be the type to make those, it'll be rather hard for him to hide the gentle smile every time he receives one

✧ he's not used to being spoiled with gifts though, so if you're gonna give him those on daily basis and not just on holidays, he'll definitely have hard time getting used...

✧ it's not like he's mad though! He appreciates every gift he ever got from you and even has special shelf dedicated to only your gifts~

✧ you won't be able to read his happiness from his face or words usually though... he usually replies with simple "thank you", and it's pretty rare to see him smiling noticably

✧ but if you ever think he didn't like your gift because of your behavior, he'll turn by 180° and explain how much it actually matters to him

"That's not what I meant... I love it. It's great gift. I'll make sure to cherish it every time I wake up, I swear. It's amazing..."

✧ he'll be blushing like crazy after the speech though so please spare him and don't tease him about it...

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

[luvcozy]

Kokushibo x Shy! Easily Flustered! Human! Reader

@opheliasadventures1 :- Kokushibo with a shy and easily flustered human reader!>:3

(Bonus points if kokushibo switched sides and is a good demon now!)

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A/n :- I decided to give two little end bits of him remaining bad and the reader turning with him and him turning into a good boi, I also had maybe WAY too much fun writing this seeing as I worked on it for like 7 hours with a headache so please do enjoy lol, ik I did ❤️‍🔥

Warnings :- Some small manipulation in 'you turn bad for him', you have a wide array of knowledge in flowers, language, gender neutral reader, no use of Y/n, mentions of blood

His Moon

Genuinely a mystery to how you got with this guy

Hell even Akaza when he met you was more concerned you were there against your will

Oh the stunned look when you were just all smiles (nervous ones at that) at them

You and Kokushibo had an interesting relationship to say the least

He was quite the bold character and had a sharp tongue to follow his demeanor

You on the other hand were just quiet and shy, soft spoken even, a sharp contrast to the Upper Moon

You quiet nature tho is something he very much enjoys

It lets him sit and think while he waits for the sun to rest for the night

Often during the days he sticks to just 1 or 2 rooms that are blacked out for him

When you step into either the rooms he could be in you often have a book in hand and a red face when his eyes meet yours

That just leads to you sitting in his lap and reading while he meditates

He'll help where he can around your home as well, he's not home often but when he is, he helps and talks with you about his outings

You're no stranger as to what he does, I mean come on- he was demonic looking from when ya first met him so it's hard to say that you wouldn't know what he does

As long as you don't have to hear or watch any of it your fine

Another thing he likes about you

One time after WEEKS of working up the courage you asked him if you could play with his hair

Not in a braiding manor but rather just run your hands through his hair

He said no

But when he sees your defeated face he would sigh sharply and make the smallest gesture for you to come over and do so

When you do get to play with his hair the first time it's surprisingly soft

Who said demons couldn't care for their hair?

He may be a demon but he's not a barbaric one, he bathes and washes his hair

Once he sees how much you enjoy messing with his hair and he realizes how good it feels he lets you do it more often

When he wants you to play with his hair he won't outwardly say for you to do so but there will be signs that he wants you too

They won't be overly obvious so pay attention or you'll have a sour Koku on your hands to deal with

The one time you saw something irk him was when you and him were having a rather soft moment together

You were sitting in his lap facing him while his face was tucked away in your neck as you were gently scratching his scalp when a certain pot rolling noise was heard and a boisterous laugh followed it

"Oh! Seems I've happened to interrupt something, hmm?~"

Gyokko was a needle thread away from remembering how it felt to be a scared little human while fearing the close call with death

First time you got to meet the other upper six was purely by accident on Nakime's part

While strumming to summon Kokushibo to the Infinity Fortress you were dropped in his normal spot right on top of him without warning

How you were summoned at the same time as him was beyond his thought process at the moment

He's still reeling from you landing on top of him with a petrified look

You were sat closely to his side while your demon boyfriend was scolding Nakime on summoning you there

His smallest sliver of fear was warranted when you were next to him one second and the next you weren't

The other 5 Upper Moons were suddenly lined in front of you as your face was pale and frozen with fear

"How adorable!!! Kokushibo never disappoints when he's out, this one's adorable!!"

Before a Rainbow eyed demon could even grab you or lay a touch on you his hand was sliced all the way up his arm and his head was cut off in fours

You didn't need to look around to know who did it to him, as the blonde demons head and arm was regenerating even he was quiet

You went to scoot back and away only to be stopped by a pair of legs

Behind you was Kokushibo with a warning in his eyes as he looked at all the demons

Tense as it was Gyokko was the one to try and break the awkwardness by explaining who you were

Yeah- he was sent flying into one of the many distorted building rooms around you

After that and a defeated Upper 5 is what led to you meeting the other demons he disliked and worked with

Hantengu took to you quicker with your soft and sweet nature that surrounded you

He always was calling you 'too sweet for this world' or 'how can something so sweet exist in such a twisted world'

Akaza got along with you cause you seemed to remind him of someone, even though he can't recall that person, and the fact that he's the only demon there that wouldn't kill you in a flash

He was more like a protective sibling if anything, that and you rather enjoyed one another's company once the awkwardness was passed

You already knew Gyokko when he had interrupted a private moment between you and Kokushibo, he was odd to say the least, him and his weird fish abilities

If anything you and him just exsist around one another, and artist quarrel is what you could call it

Gyutaro and Daki were on a whole different realm of getting along with you, they were indifferent about you

I mean- they did watch basically their savor almost get mutilated by Upper Moon 1

When they did take to you tho it was more like a mother figure than anything, after Daki got over her 'prettier than thou' complex

Gyutaro was just enjoying watching you and his sister talk and do one another's hair and makeup (you both dragged him into getting his hair done with you too)

Douma was the last one to even be let around you and only when Akaza or Kokushibo was around you with him

He was- odd to you to say the least, always so smiley and oddly gleeful when he would say something morbid with a smile or growing grin about it

You were never left alone around him, he always spoke about how sweet you smelled and how delectable you would be and that's probably why Kokushibo was with you

His head was promptly sent off his shoulders by an irritated Akaza

After that you don't need to worry your head about it, Akaza and Nakime (after she had apologized to you) reassured you that Kokushibo was with you for you, not for entertainment or food

Muzan...

He was cordial with you if anything, yes while you were with his best demon behind his back he talked with Kokushibo on it a different day

He really only tolerated you till you offered him one of you flower identification books and some of your notes on them

You knew the flower he was looking for and were promptly obsessed with it's beauty yourself

After that it led to you and him talking about the different flowers he could try for his 'Science experiment' as he called it

You were made away in the ranks of the 12 Kizuki to not be messed with or toyed with by Muzan personally, he can't have his 'assistant' getting killed on him

Overall after that your home some rare nights had one of the other demons in it hanging out with you or chatting and helping you out while you lover was away

Douma and Gyokko were the only ones that never came over, Douma would if he could convince one of the others to go with him, he likes your character and how you fidget when you speak, that's his only reason to see you really

Muzan when visiting was an utter gentleman tho, he'd help where he could so you both could sit and talk about some of your research and his about what certain flowers could be good for

Nights that Kokushibo was there no other demon would be around, he likes his time between the two of you to remain private, he doesn't need the whole Kizuki to see him being a rare side of himself with you, even Muzan respected that

You turn him good...

It was more of his biggest scare he's had in all his years of being a demon that he shared with Muzan and that was the encounter with the boy that wore Hanafuda earrings

He would have been dead if you hadn't pulled the stupid stunt of jumping in front of him to stop the younger boy from cutting his head off

How you didn't was beyond you, cause when he seized his technique you fell back with a shaky form and white face

Before the Red head and his friends and sister could say anything about it, Kokushibo had you standing and hands roughly planted on your shoulders yelling at you about how stupid you were for doing that

Leaving those stunned around you two as the 2nd most feared demon was yelling at you about being reckless and careless about yourself

Shook them even more and Kokushibo when you slapped him across his face

"Me?! RECKLESS?!?! You're the one out here fighting these pillars and slayers, from what I just saw your the reckless one here! What was your plan! You can live several lifetimes over and choose to almost throw everything we built up and out the window for a selfish- a selfish piece of shit!! I don't think you knew what you signed up for when we got together! I love you and I'm not walking the rest of this world without you anymore! Demon or not you can die just as I can, I don't want you to just throw away our years like that... My heart could never take that.."

From there... Things were a blurring whirlwind of changes

One big one being you and Tanjiro having to stop every other pillar (and former Tengen) from trying to murder him

His change of heart was something that left him with little words to say to anyone or say anything for days on end, even with Sanemi trying his damnedest to not murder Kokushibo where he stands

The only pillar that had helped you with trying to change Kokushibo back to human when you brought it up was Shinobu, Tanjiro, the kindest soul you've met here, helped as well, even Mitsuri was eventually on board cause of it being such a true act of love

You had actually succeeded after some years of working with them and Kokushibo helping take care of the three young pillars and some of the other older pillars themselves

It was painful when none of the other demons wished to change and you had to hear about their deaths

Kokushibo knew it affected you and at night when you would cry about losing some of the good ones he would hold you close, cradle you gently till you would either settle down after a bit or fall asleep

When the time to take the reverser you and Shinobu made it changed his appearance entirely flakes fell off of his face and arms like whisps of fall leaves

His skin tone a human color again and his 6 eyes now only two with a vibrant red color filling them as he was tackled into a hug by you laughing a crying

He sat up with you clung around him as he smiled and patted your head with a small chuckle of his own while sharing a warmed look

His first steps outside was a mental struggle on him, he's not been in the sun for years an years and now he's about to step into the thing he despised

When he stepped into the sun without bursting into flames he merely looked back at you with a small smile and held his hand out for you, you ended up just taking a walk around the butterfly mansion and was even found sharing a nap in the sun

Though fixing and making his sleep schedule regular again was a hassle in the making but it led to some fun moments

Overall when it came to the final days of defeating Muzan Kokushibo was a big help and even trained the newest 3 pillars there, even if it was beyond training with the others, it did good

When peace was finally successful between it all and Muzan gone it was really the greatest coming years for you and Kokushibo

Your own home, land, still getting up early and training for Kokushibo, old habits die hard, delicious meals throughout the day, enjoying tea again, even starting your own chapter when you decided to finally have your own kids adopted or biological

It didn't matter, you had a true life with someone you call your lifetime partner, your forever soulmate, no matter what ❤️

You turn bad for him...

The more and more you hung out with the upper ranks and some of the lower ranks the more you started considering them friends and family to you

It was odd for Kokushibo, but nonetheless you were happy so he left it alone with some warnings in tow he gave you about getting close to them

You listened, you always did, especially when visiting the others in the fortress when he wasn't around

Times like that Nakime and Akaza would watch you carefully in his absence

Only ones they knew that Kokushibo dislikes around you is Gyokko, Douma, Enmu, and sometimes Rui

They were the only ones that he would draw a line with

And speaking of which the more you stayed and helped and your bond with Kokushibo grew

The one thing that scared you into making such a big decision is when your home was invaded by a Slayer, a not so friendly one at that

He was onto you 'hiding a demon' in your home and it resulted in you being cut along your side when you kept denying and shakily standing your ground against him

Just as you hit the floor, holding your side the slayer in front of you sprayed blood from his shoulder then pierced with a blade littered with eyes on it and behind him, a very pissed off Kokushibo

Once the slayer was dealt with Kokushibo was quick to make his way to you and take you to the kitchen to wrap your wound

It wasn't anything threateningly deep so he was able to patch you without anything severe

You didn't say anything while he gently tended to your bandages before you made him stop in his tracks

"..I want to be a demon.."

"No, you don't"

"And why can't I?"

"Do you enjoy the sun?"

"I do at times."

"Do you like your flowers?"

"Yes, you know that."

"Do you like being human.."

"I- what does that have to-"

"Do you cherish your humanity?"

"..."

"...Only... Only when you decide to leave what makes you human behind.. Will I turn you into a Demon and I will be sure to tell Muzan that too."

Kokushibo doesn't understand why you want to suddenly become a demon

Was it to protect yourself? No, you can protect yourself fine thanks to him teaching you

Over the course of a few days you and Kokushibo were rather... Distant

He didn't understand it, why give up one of the things he loves about you, you know this

But why is he also so conflicted? He used to entertain the idea of you both being demons a lot when you first initially had settled in with one another

It's weird for him rn, he likes that your human and can enjoy most things he can't, on the other, he knows that if you were to become a demon he would be able to worry a whole lot less about your well-being and you would be even more able to protect yourself

Eventually... You two are sitting on your back deck looking over the nights silvery cast that was set over the ground

Neither of you said anything, even when you climbed into his lap and had a hearty sigh expel from your chest

"I just... Even if it was a minor attack for you, I can't fight slayers, or demons, I'm not strong enough to wield a blade and without that, I can't fight them."

"I am aware of this, I have offered you plenty of times to learn different weaponry that can be specially curated into a weapon for you by a blacksmith. Was the offer not appealing enough?"

"It was... Very appealing...but there's a lot more at risk of becoming part of the corps than turning. You can recover from things that we can't, no matter the best doctors or medicines. I am also aware of the risks of becoming a demon..though there are far less cons that show their differences too."

Kokushibo rose an eyebrow as he shifted you in his lap, he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him

Even when he did this you avoided his gaze....you never spoke this much or sounded almost as passionate as you have unless.... There was another reason...

"Speak with your chest, I know that there's another reason as to why you want to change. So tell me what it is."

You looked to meet his gaze for a split second, locking with his middle set of eyes before you grabbed his hand on your chin. You moved the hand to your chest over your heart while you leaned against his chest

"You..."

"Elaborate.."

You took a deep breath again and looked around your yard before shutting your eyes

"You had said and I had agreed back when we first made our promises... That even if I were to die and you go on living, you wouldn't love another soul, nor turn your back on my aging body."

"I did, and I will honor those promises for as long as I am here and continue to do so since the day I made them. Is that your point?"

"My point... Is that I don't want to leave you eternally alone. I would rather be a demon and lose my humanity just so we can be together for as long as we both live, that is my point."

For the entire time you've been here like this, after the passing seconds of what you said hung in the air for him to mull over

And then... He smiled

"Then listen to me well My Moon.."

He removed his hand from your grasp and took his blade out, running it along his wrist in a slow fluid motion as his blood began to run and drip to the wood floor below you

"If you choose not to ingest my blood, I will remain. I am a man of my word and my promises to you will never be empty or forgotten. However... Do you choose to ingest my blood, what you said before that you 'Don't want to leave me eternally alone" will become your promise to me that I will expect you to honor, do you understand My Moon?"

He held his arm up to your eye level as it continued to drip and stain both of your clothes as he held it.

You looked at his arm watching each drop of blood drip from his arm

You looked back at him and his expression, a soft smile was spread across his face, but all of his eyes showed a waiting fury for what your decision would be

No matter the choice... he would be at your side

You moved and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you turned and gently took his arm closer looking at the cut with your final decision

"Till Death Do Us Part"

You moved the cut to your mouth and slowly with a bit of a sour look on your face as the tangy metallic taste flooded your mouth and soon your entire body

Before you could scream or yell in paint and thrash about, Kokushibo clasped a hand over you mouth to muffle any noise you made

His other arm thrown around your waist pinning you back against him and pinning your arms at your sides

You squirmed, shook, thrashed, and screamed against his hold and hand while he just held you like it was nothing

He smiled while watching you, his eyes softening a bit while he looked up at the moon and forced your head against his shoulder to make you look at it as well

"Till Death Do Us Part, Forever One"

[luveline]

Would you write a fic with either Eddie or spencer about reader being ghosted by someone they genuinely thought was into them (not speaking from personal recent experience or anything😅🥲) but they’re in love with reader and comforts them?

“I thought we had a nice connection,” you mumble dejectedly. 

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “A connection? With him? He was five foot three.” 

“Eddie, that’s not nice. I don’t care how tall he was.” Your voice disappears into the cushion you’ve decided to lay face down on, your back a shuddering slope he wants to reach out and touch. “I don’t care about that. Much. What’s important was that he–” You lift your flushed head, eyes rimmed with teary wetness. “He was so nice to me, and he didn’t pressure me into anything, and he brought me flowers without me having to ask. He was nice.” 

“Your standards are so, so low,” Eddie says. 

You grumble and force your face back into the pillow. Eddie should be nicer. He wants you to feel better, and he hates seeing you upset, but if you’re sure that guy was your soulmate Eddie’s selfish enough to wish he’d stay gone. “Hey,” he says, finally putting his hand on your back, though the touch is for you rather than him. He loves you as your friend just as much as he wants to be more than that, and he doesn’t have any intent now but to get you smiling as he bends down to talk near your ear. “It’s okay. You didn’t need that guy, just like you don’t need any guy. You have me. I love you to pieces.” 

“I know, Eddie,” you say softly. “Just sometimes I want more, you know? I love you too, but I want a partner, I want a lot of things… I really liked him.” 

Eddie can picture the heartbreak quite clearly. “You want the picket fence, right?” 

“What?” 

You again raise your head. Eddie meets your eyes with a hesitant smile. “You want the white picket fence. The little two story house with a wrap around porch, or a backyard big enough for the kids to play in, the kids to play in it.” He licks his lips. “Or not. You don’t have to have kids, right? Anything would be enough if it was just you and…” 

You frown unhappily, and Eddie thinks shit, I’m making it worse, but you say, “I always thought you’d wanna live in an RV, travelling the country. You want a picket fence?”

Eddie shrugs self consciously. “Sure. I also want a games room and a five thousand dollar loan.” 

You look at him long and hard. “You've always said that stuff is dumb.” 

“It is dumb. Seeing you all torn up over some jagoff who probably can’t tell his hand from his dick is stupid.” You laugh and turn your head to lay back down again, cheek pressed to soft velvet. “That’s stupid, babe. Let’s give up on stupid things and– and stop crying over boys who don’t deserve you.” He can’t stop himself, says it too hotly, “He didn’t deserve you.” 

You're hard to read, still as a statue with your hands pressed under your heart, but at least you aren’t crying anymore. You nod against the pillow. “Okay,” you say hoarsely. 

He flushes white hot. “Okay. Good… That was exhausting.” 

You roll your eyes at his complaining and he pats himself on the back, sure he’s gotten away with it again. He completely misses the strange looks you give him from the corner of your eye, too focused on giving you the world's best, totally not too friendliest back rub. 

[yourstrulyrika]

idek if this makes sense but leon x fem reader and like, reader has a voice kink? istg leon has the loveliest voice ever 😰😰 so like leon sweet talking reader with that sexy ass voice of his sjdjekjfksk love your writing btw it always hits the spot 😈

sorry nonnie for making you wait so long ong. like actually so sorry :( anyway here’s the fic!! i love leon’s voice so i TOTALLY GET U. i’m on a small break and my writing prolly sucks even more than usual but that doesn’t mean i won’t write when i feel like it. anw still working on the theme but yeah this takes time cuz i have a lot of things to do;; hope you forgive me

as always, no warnings!! fem!reader

btw guys don’t you think they look the same

it’s just the way he’s talking to you, using that tone only around you. you’ll never see him use this tone around anyone else. the soft, smoky tone that makes you shiver pleasantly under him. it’s reserved for you.

you think Leon doesn’t see the way you get weak in your knees when he speaks to you, lowering his voice on purpose. you try to hide it, but it’s just so obvious he has to hide his grin that’s forming on his face. it’s cute, he thinks. he likes to tease you with it, too. not directly calling you out, but rather speaking with that voice on purpose to see your reaction. that’s also how he figured out you have a voice kink. Leon is a quick learner, after all.

he’s speaking, sultry voice filling your ears as he makes love with you into oblivion. hands intertwined together, his lips next to your ear, muttering sweet nothings to you that make you clench around him as he thrusts into you, all the way to your cervix, nudging that sweet spot deep in your guts.

“Goddamn, you make the sweetest noises, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands gripping your hips, hard enough to bruise. you don’t even have to say anything, he talks you through it most of the time. your brain turns into a mush with the way he’s filling you up.

“Pussy so good I never want to pull out, you know? Fucking love it,” his voice begins to turn breathy, a small hint he’s growing close. and it’s true. he’s actually really quick to drown pussydrunk on you. drunk on you, too. you’re his weakness, whenever he’s balls deep in you or outside sex. if he could, he’d never pull out, make you cockwarm him forever because your gummy walls just feel too good. his heavy balls slap against your ass, the skin slapping noise filling your bedroom.

he folds you so you’re in mating press, but he makes sure he’s always near your ear so he can keep talking you through your orgasm, husky voice filling your senses and making you forget about everything.

“My pretty princess, always taking me so well. Come on, need this pussy to cream around my cock, goddamn,” whenever Leon gets close, he always makes sure you cum first. he gets especially talkative when he’s about to cum, it’s his habit. he either needs to talk or have his mouth busy munching on your clit, no in between.

“Gonna cum in you, fill you up till I’m empty. Gonna stuff you full, make sure nothing spills out. Keep milking me dry, I love it ‘s much.” his thrusts start to grow faster when he feels you clamp around him, feeling proud of himself that his voice does work on you. it’s an ego boost really, his dearest loving his voice, his voice making his darling so eager for him. every time your walls clench around him, he growls, his mind turning hazy. at one point he’s on autopilot, pumping you full of him without even thinking straight. how can he think when he has the best pussy around his dick? especially with the way you’re gripping him so tight and the way you’re so warm, he can’t help himself.

you can’t help yourself, too. Leon’s always making sure you hear him even when the skin clapping and sounds of your walls sucking him in fill the room. your hand is around his neck while the other one holds his, a habit of yours. you always hold hands during sex, it’s Leon’s way of affection. he needs to hold onto you, loves you too much to ever be away from you even if it’s a damn centimetre. his cock is moving in and out of you, filling you to the brim, desperate to make you cum. he’s close, so damn close, throbbing so much you can feel it inside you. it makes you cum, because his head constantly keeps nudging the sweet spot that makes you see stars. your nails dig into his skin, and he moans, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, such a good girl, taking me so well, you were made for me.” he would talk more if it wasn’t for his orgasm hitting him out of nowhere, too. white, pearly semen filling you full of him, making you feel nice and full. he doesn’t pull out, though. he’s absolutely pussydrunk, so don’t think he’s gonna stop.

and you’re right, because not even ten minutes after, he starts to lazily move his hips again.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Hi , its me again , do you think you could write a oneshot or sm about toby ? , like something about toby and the reader fucking while coverd blood during a mission? Like just the smuttiest smut you can make ?

BLOOD - "TICCI" TOBY

Fandom: Creepypasta

Word Count: 1,100

Plot: After the brutal slaying of your victims, Toby can't help but have you.

Warnings: SMUT, blood, oral (male receiving), dubcon, praise

His brown eyes were almost piercing as he looked you up and down. He had that smirk on, the one he wore when he saw something he liked. That something? Well tonight that would be you. The mission had been quite successful, especially for your first one working together. You’d heard Toby had been difficult to work with so you weren't expecting it to go great. You two only hung out when there was a group, so that wasn't exactly often. You'd gotten along for the most part, you'd always thought he was rather annoying but you'd put it aside for tonight.

“C-come c-closer pretty.” His deep voice sang as he moved his blood splattered goggles to the top of his head. You scoffed as you took a step towards the killer, not exactly in the mood for games. You just murdered a whole family after all. It was if you showered in blood with the way he killed the father.

He pulled you the rest of the way to him, his arm snaking around your waist as he whispered a “good girl” against your neck. Toby inhaled your sweet smell mixed with the iron of the dark blood that covered you both, slowly leaving a kiss on the soft flesh.

“Toby what the fuck!“ You tried to push the man off, reminding him that you barely know him and you’re still in the neighborhood, possibly for the eyes of anyone who happened to be near by.

He hummed and continued on, not moving an inch from your push, and certainly not caring about your current location. “W-w-who cares angel? I-it’s nice ‘n late.” He harshly nipped your neck, grabbing your wrist when you went to smack him. "Don't be r-rude. I've waited t-to be alone for sooooooo lo-ong. I've been patient." He growled against your neck. “You know y-you want me t-too.”

“You're fucking crazy.“ You hissed.

A sharp pain shot up your spine as he slammed you against the tree behind the pretty suburban house, biting your neck and slipping his hands under your heavy layers of clothing.

“I'll t-take you whether you wa-ant it or n-not.” He mumbled as he kneaded your soft flesh.

You felt your heart begin to beat against your chest. Were you... Nervous? You didn't really have much of a choice, he made that quite clear. Risk the mission and your life by calling for help, or let him have his way. He certainly wasn't unattractive...

Without giving you any longer he grabbed your hand harshly and drug you back inside the house you’d just left. It wasn't long before he propped you up against the kitchen counter, continuing to ravage your body as he wanted, slipping his hand down your pants and making quick work of your clit.

"Come on Toby- Please-" You begged, half hoping he'd let you go even though his fingers worked absolute wonders.

"Oh angel, y-you're soaked. Y-you really want me t-t-too." He smiled deviously as he continued. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. You thought you didn't want him... But your body was betraying you.

"Toby- Oh fuck!" You buried your head in the mans chest as you came. Your heavy orgasm rocking your body and your slick covering his fingers.

"Mmmm... That's rrright pretty. I-I'm not done with y-you yet either." He removed his hand from your pants and slowly licked his fingers, making sure to give you a nice little show which you thoroughly enjoyed even if you refused to show it.

He placed his hands on your blood covered chest, pulling your shirt down so he could smear it across your beautiful skin, rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger. The red contrasted so well, it made him so painfully hard as he looked you over. Your beautiful tits smeared with blood, moaning from his touch.

Toby wasted no time bending you over the counter and pulling down your pants. You hear the clink of his belt as he undid it, unzipping his pants and letting them fall. Your heart raced in anticipation, it was so loud in your ears you worried he could hear it. He lets out a chuckle as he looks you over once more. He'd thought about this moment for a while.

He'd wanted you.

So. Damn. Bad.

Now was his chance. He pushed in, giving you no time to adjust as he bottomed out. He was all deep groans as he thrusted. You were so warm, so soft, so wet. It was everything he'd imagined from you. His cock was soaked with your juices, making wet slapping sounds as he ruthlessly fucked into you. He loved how lewd this was. Fucking against their victim's white marble counter, smearing blood against it as he thrusted harshly into you. The family dead into the living room in front of you. Your high pitched moans were like music to his ears. There was no reason to be quiet now and the both of you knew it.

"F-fuck you feel s-s-so damn good!" He moaned as he groped your boobs, smearing the blood further than he had previously.

You gripped the counter harshly as he ruined you, giving all of yourself to him with no more complaint. It wasn't long before you let go once again, covering his cock with your juices, falling limp against the counter as he continued. Soon enough he pulled out, leaving you feeling desperately empty as he turned you around, forcing you to your knees.

"I-I'm close Y/N, finish me o-off." He smirked, practically shoving his dick in your mouth. He let you do the rest with his hand in your hair, moaning loudly as you did.

It was only a matter of seconds before he came, pressing your head down so your nose touched his lower abdomen and his cock was buried deep inside your mouth. You dug your nails into his pale thighs with tears escaping your eyes. You swallowed obediently, hoping he'd quit suffocating you if you did. The proxy pulled you off by your hair, admiring how pathetic you looked. Your nose ran, tears falling down your pretty cheeks, on your knees, and your hair a mess from his hands.

"M-my pretty g-girl~" He hummed as he wiped your lip, picking you up and placing you on the counter. "Let's go h-home and take a s-shower huh?" He pulled up his pants, securing his belt before helping you with a smirk. Wiping your extra tears before picking you up in his slender but strong arms and leaving your bloody crime scene.

Okay this took forever but I'm proud of it. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for your asks, I love seeing them 🖤🖤

[your-nanas-house]

could you write some hot neil sex in his office after you two have been flirting for months and to finally happens!?! please and thank you!

Yes, please....? I can 💯

Han(d) Solo and Princess Organa

◇ Pairing: Neil Lewis x fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, lame jokes, star wars roleplay, flirting, pathetic and sub!Neil, degradation (she calls him nerd etc.)

◇ Summary: After Y/n finds a poster of her in Neil's office she decides to punish him with an improvised star wars roleplay.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

"Kinky nerd—" her voice echoed in the room, her eyes focused on a personalized poster of her dressed as slave Leia Organa, which was hidden behind the office door of the video store 'Gumshoe Video'.

Her gaze trailed slowly along her curves, studying herself with an impressed expression

"Well damn... at least he has taste" she murmured before starting to snoop around, opening some boxes to find the exact costume she had in that photo. Right at that moment the door swang open and Neil walked in with another box filled with movies.

"Well, well, well... my admirer finally arrived, hm?" The young woman teased, watching the video store owner with an amused smile, not bothered by the fact that he just caught her in his office.

They had been pinning over each other since months now, letting flirty comments or jokes slip during conversations added to the casual touches here and there. Months and neither of them tried to do the first move or at least ease up the sexual tension that couldn't be unnoticed even by strangers.

"I saw the poster you have on the door, you kinky nerd. I don't even wanna know how or when you did that, but I want a copy" she commented, hitting the topic without beating around the bush. "I don't get why I have to be Leia though, I would look stunning as Han Solo as well" she added while studying the photo, earning an embarassed chuckle from Neil.

"Don't you agree?" The young woman murmured out, stepping closer to her friend, taking him in hungrily

"I think you need to be punished for it, don't you agree? Having a poster of me... making me look like a pinup girl themed star wars.... and not even telling me" her fingers brushed Neil's nape moving in his hair to get a good hold and pull his head back enough to let her speak directly in his ear

"Don't whine, I barely touched you, nerd. You're lucky I'm a fan too so I will do things correctly and not like on some cheap pornhub movie where they make characters like Darth Vader fuck Leia... no, no, love. Put the costume on for me, please. Han Solo is waiting" her tone got firmer and harsher, and she finally let go of the young man before sitting on the desk chair waiting patiently.

As soon as she let go, Neil grabbed quickly the top of the costume, examining it carefully as thoughts filled his head. He could either refuse and don't embarass himself but that way don't get pussy or he could embarass himself and get pussy. It honestly wasn't such a hard decision, took him not even a minute, and he had on the full outfit.

"You honestly look amazing in it" Y/n's teasing voice broke the silence. She had an amused smile on her face as she watched him lazily.

"Shut up.." Neil murmured as his face heated up in embarrassment, his cock already rock hard pressed against the soft fabric of the skirt.

As silence filled the room again, he started to shift awkwardly on his place, not daring to look up and meet her gaze, opting rather to fix and play with the collar at his neck and the golden plastic chain.

He could see from the corner of his eyes her movements and how her hand reached for the chair herself, tugging him closer

"Getting all shy now, nerd?" Her voice mocked him, making his cock harden painfully even more. Fuck it was embarrassing with his dick creating a damn tent and wetting the fabric of the skirt.

"Look at me" Y/n's voice came out softer, her gaze studying him carefully to be sure he was actually into the punishment she had improvised. When she finally found the answer, her hand moved across his stomach teasingly, her eyes following her path as Neil kept whining and shivering pathetically, begging her to do something

"Hush, love. It's supposed to be a punishment... and since you are Princess Organa and I'm Han Solo... guess I can just give you a handjob... you know... Hand Solo" she joked, cringing herself at her pathetic attempt, not that the young man minded since he was still whimpering and humping her palm.

As Neil's pleads continued, increasing, her hand wandered under the fabric, caressing his pale thighs till she finally reached his leaking cock.

"Please, Y/n. Don't tease" the owner of Gumshoe Video nearly cried out, spitting in his friend's hand when she asked and shuttering as soon as it wrapped back around his throbbing length.

He was already sweating, his hips thrusting forward to meet her fast pumps as he lazily looked at her aroused form. His breath was heavy, and his heart was beating fast just like hers.

"Fuck, fuck... I'm so close, please" a strangled moan left his throat as his hands held into his desk when his powerful orgasm hit his whole body like a train. White cum got shoot on the fabric of the costume wetting it all over and Y/n's hand, which was still pumping him, started a lazier rythm as she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together

"So pretty, Neil" the young woman praised softly, looking at him with a softer gaze after she started to clean him up carefully

"Did so good for me, yeah? Such a good boy" her compliments and praised continued till she finished her task and someone knocked at the office door searching Neil.

The shop was still open after all.

[hxrukii]

could you write something fluffy for che’nya? there’s never enough content for him!

thank you :-)

❝Autumn is all about falling: falling leaves, falling temperatures, and falling in love.❞

╭・๑ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︰ʚ Yuu raking up leaves, and Che'nya jumping onto them.‧₊˚✦

‧₊˚↷ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)┊❝ Che'nya/Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker ❞ ⸜⸜*

↷︰ʚ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ‧₊˚✦ Sorry it took me some time to answer this request, I was trying so hard to find a prompt that would fit Che'nya's personality. Yuu can be read as reader/Y/N, this takes place one year after Yuu arrived at NRC.

╰・𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ‧₊˚꒰ none, just pure fluff. ɞ‧✦

It was a normal autumn day for Yuu, or at least, as normal as it can be in a place like Night Raven College. It was surprisingly a rather calm day, it seemed that their fellow first years, namely Grim, Ace and Deuce managed to go by one day without getting into trouble, which admittedly shocked Yuu but they were grateful for it.

Yuu was outside of Ramshackle, raking up the fallen leaves, while Grim was either resting in their room or lounge, or doing who-knows-what with the Ramshackle ghost, to whom Yuu and Grim had gotten rather close too.

Once they were finished grouping up one pile of leaves, Yuu felt a presence behind them, turning around to be met with the nobody. They were confused to say the least, but shrugged it off going to pile up another set of leaves. At least that's what the plan was, until a certain purple cat beast-man appeared out of nowhere with a teasing grin, giving them a kiss on the forehead and jumping into the pile of leaves they so painstakingly raked up together.

"Che'nya!" Yuu exclaimed they exclaimed, pouting, only to be met with a joyful laugh. Shaking their head, they knew that they could never be mad at their Cheshire Cat look alike of a boyfriend. "Pawdon me love." Che'nya had said with a laugh in his voice. Yuu could only shake their head at their lover's antics. "What are you doing?" They asked. "I was feline a bit lonely." Che'nya replied, ever the dramatic one, making Yuu chuckle.

One second they were laughing at their boyfriend antics, the next they somehow found themselves in said boyfriend's arms on a pile of fallen leaves. Yuu's boyfriend sighed in contentment. "This is purrfect." Che'nya said, Yuu could've sworn that he was actually purring. "Che'nya! I have to finish raking up the leaves!" Yuu complained, though they didn't put much effort into escaping from Che'nya's grasp.

"Fur-get about it! I want my cuddles meow!" Che'nya whined, grasping them tighter, making Yuu sigh in fondness. "Fine, but you.ll have to help me rake up the leaves later!" They said, with a soft but stern tone, their order was met with a more relaxed "fine, fine.", to which they smiled. They supposed that they could always forbid Che'nya of cuddles if he didn't keep his promise.

After a few minutes of basking in the soft autumn sunshine, they heard Che'nya whisper out a soft "I loaf you." To which they replied, with the same amount of love, dare they say even more love. "I loaf you too." As both of them were ready to dose off, Yuu thought that maybe resting with their boyfriend in a soft pile of red, yellow, orange and brown wasn't so bad.

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