#or tackle him and kiss him all over his face until his lips hurt

[nandorisms]

How many times over the last 13 years do you think Nandor has had to fight his cuteness aggression when it comes to Guillermo?

[xazse]

Wolf!HybridGojo who constantly has to be told not to tackle you: his PuppyGirl!Hybrid and try to play fight with you, that he can’t be that rough with you regarding your size difference, he hates being told what to do.

Wolf!HybridGojo who can’t help but wrap you in a tight embrace in his lap and lick you everywhere, your face and neck are covered in saliva, no matter how much you whine and try to get away from his rough tongue he won’t let you up until he deems you clean enough.

Wolf!HybridGojo who finds it so easy to pin you down and hump his throbbing cock against your party-clad ass. You could be laying on the couch relaxing until you feel the cough sink and Satoru putting his full body weight on you. He usually sports no underwear so it feels ten times better when he’s grinding against you, even before he finally cums his pants are soaked with his precum, he produces a weird amount of it.

Wolf!HybridGojo who hates when you want Suguru’s attention, he hates when you leave his lap to crawl into Suguru’s lap, he hates when Suguru indulges you and scratches your ears and your tail. He can be heard on the other side of the couch huffing in frustration, he’ll reach over and pinch your tail because he knows it hurts you, That’s only happened twice and each time Suguru scolds and punishes Satoru.

Wolf!HybridGojo who can’t handle his heats, they get too strong to the point where he has to be locked in a room with Suguru, he can’t be near you in fear of hurting or losing control of himself. He’s whining the entire time in the room, his pocket-pussy toys don’t last long before he destroys the thing, Suguru jerking him off can only do so much, he just wants to be buried deep inside you but knows he can’t :(

Wolf!HybridGojo who just wants to attempt at letting you take him, so he begs and begs Suguru to let him have you or at least try, with some stubbornness he agrees but only if he’s in the room too.

He’s so damn excited when you’re being guided into the hot room by Suguru, his tail can’t stop wagging at the mere thought of you naked and all for him. Suguru had spent half the day prepping your little hole just for him. There’s dried tears on your face probably from the overstimulation you endured but you’re beaming when you finally get to see Satoru, you hug him tightly.

Hes so quick to kiss you, already trying to shove his tongue down your throat. He’s sucking on your tongue loudly and obnoxiously. He was hard before you even walked into the room but now he’s throbbing. In the midst of the kiss he’s using one hand to shrug down his pants snuggly sitting them under his balls. He moves you body closer to him, till his cock rests right inbetween the both of you and on your stomach, he begins stroking his pretty pale cock, his thick precum leaking in droves.

He pushes you on your back rather harshly: “Satoru” Suguru says through clenched teeth. He apologizes in a submissive tone: it clearly was an accident.

He places his hands under the back of your knees and pushes them till they rest on your chest. Your pussy is so small compared to him, but he loves that difference: it makes everything so much more hot. Looking closer he sees your pretty cunt is wet and shiny with your cum. he rubs his tip inbetween your folds gathering the cum and smearing it everywhere.

He pulls you lips apart and takes a minute to admire your hole, though Suguru stretched it it’s still gonna be a tight squeeze. He sees no need to wait anymore and begins sliding himself in, the first word that comes to mind is hot, how just a little past his tip its already warm and how you’re already sucking him in. He groans rather loudly mixed with your soft whines he drives him to want to stuff his full length in one go but he knows Suguru will get a different type of angry.

Wolf!HybridGojo who doesn’t stop fucking your wet sloppy cunt after one round, he keeps digging his cock deeper and deeper. The wet slapping sounds bounce off the walls and right into your ears. You can feel every vein on his cock when he throbs inside you,

[ashtavula]

I am dragging this out, but I love the kiss scenario. Okay, so, let me set the scene. The overblot gang overblots, and almost as soon as they come out of it their S/O would run over to them embrace them, and kiss them in pure relief and joy at them being okay. Reactions?

I am so sorry for taking a while to get to this ;~;

cw: spoilers for all the overblots under the cut

Overblotters react to you kissing them in the aftermath

Riddle:

-He feels like crying. Scratch that, he is crying. When you rush up to him, he immediately reaches out to you, and sobs into the crook of your neck. He blubbers out countless apologies, his words blurring together. Then, you kiss him. You can taste his tears, and he lets out a whimper, his knees buckling. You both crash to the ground, and he continues to cling to you, like a child seeking reassurance. Know that your presence is extremely comforting to him. and that he's more than grateful that you're there even in one of his darkest moments. Even as Ace begins to yell at him, he snuggles close to you, his tears staining your shirt.

Leona:

-You nearly knock him off his feet when you suddenly tackle him. He lets out a huff, and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "Easy, herbivore. No need for all that," he grumbles. Still, he lets you pull him into a kiss. As the others start declaring that they're going to wipe the floor with him in the spelldrive tournament, he takes their ribbing with ease. But you can feel the way he leans on you for support, and you can see that he's more exhausted than he's letting on. Later, he'll collapse on top of you, and sleep until well past the morning, cradling you in his arms.

Azul:

-When he comes to, the first thing he sees is your worried face hovering over him. You gasp, and immediately embrace him. Azul blinks, willing away the tears that are starting to form. You kiss him, and he lets out a muffled whine. He feels pathetic, but your affection is comforting, to say the least. You break away, only for Floyd and Jade to come in to ascertain if Azul truly was alright. Later, when you see the picture of him as a cute, chubby kid, he'll do his best to cover your eyes, and he'll blush when you coo over how adorable he was. Maybe...you don't actually mind how weak he used to be.

Jamil:

-He sighs, and rolls his eyes when you kiss him. "Being worried about someone like me, even after this... You really have no sense of self-preservation, huh?" Despite his harsh words, he holds you close, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm glad you don't," he mumbles, sagging against your body. When Kalim tries to hug him too, sobbing, Jamil pushes him away, and yells at him. But as he raises his voice, he still remains with you, even covering your ears to make sure he won't hurt you with his volume. When all of this is over, he'll worry about you changing your mind, and deciding that you can do better than a servant who's betrayed his master. For now, though, he's content to have you close, and maybe he'll give you a few more kisses in private to reward you for staying despite everything.

Vil:

-It's over. It's all over. He's shown you the absolute worst side of himself. The petty, jealous, downright ugly part of him hidden deep within his heart. He's fully expecting you to say it's over. So when you instead rush into his arms, crying out in concern for his well-being, he's uncharacteristically silent. He only recovers when you kiss him, showing him proof of your continued affection. He cups your cheek, idly stroking your skin, and he lets out a huff of laughter. He can still feel your kiss on his lips as Malleus repairs the stadium, and as he dances and sings on stage. When it's all over, he'll return to you, weary, but somehow happy. "Come, my little blossom. Stay with me for a while. After all, a queen is nothing without her loyal king."

Idia:

-He's shell shocked, for more reasons than one. Seeing Vil's wrinkled face, losing Ortho again, and now? Now, you're clinging to him and giving him kisses. He stutters over his words, his hair flaming up to a rather familiar pink as his hands flail. He's not sure if he's embarrassed about you kissing him in front of everyone else, or if he's just relieved to still be on the receiving end of your love. After a few moments of unceremonious floundering, he gives in, leaning into your embrace. He sighs deeply as the others start calling out for him to fix the system and seal the gate. Can't he just stay in your arms a little while longer?

Malleus:

-His arms are slow to wrap around you, but he tightens his grip when you tug him into a relieved kiss. He feels...oddly empty inside. He did all of this to keep Lilia, you, and everyone else with him forever. And he figured that this might have been the end. You'd seen just how possessive he could be, and how powerful he was. He wouldn't have blamed you if you'd been scared of him. But here you are, in his arms, right where you belong. Still loving him, despite the things he put you through. He pulls you closer, almost crushing you against his chest. "Don't leave me. Please..."

[flippinpancakes64]

the Cullens with a reader who can't show emotions and finally smiles after 10 years because of something cute the cullens did?

The Cullens when their SO finally smiles

I’m so terrible at making titles I’m sorry guys. Also for all of these scenarios I was envisioning that the reader is a vampire as well so do with that what you will

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He turned you years ago now

And he’s known you for even longer than that

And for all those years, you have never outwardly shown your emotions

The most he gets from you is a furrow of the brows or a slight frown

It frustrated him a LOT at first

He just felt like he could never get through to you

But over the years of reading your mind and picking up on your other cues as to what you’re feeling, he’s learned to be okay

The two of you are sitting in one of your classes in school

Your Spanish teacher is currently talking about basic vocab for the upcoming unit

You two weren’t paying attention, choosing instead to just look at each other, when the teacher calls Edward’s name

“Mr. Cullen, mind telling me what this is called?” She points to the whiteboard that was currently displaying a picture of a shirt

“Camisa.”

“Wrong.”

“What?”

The look on Edward’s face was priceless, a mix between betrayal, mortification, and confusion

“This is a t-shirt, the word is camiseta. I suggest paying more attention next time.”

You wished you had gotten a picture of the snarl on his face

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips as you giggled silently at Edward’s frustration

Instantly, all of his negative emotions were gone

You, the love of his life, the light of his world, the stone statue in his room, was smiling

He was in awe

He knew that he could never forget anything, his memory too perfect for that, but he still tried his best to commit your face to memory as best as he could

You noticed him staring and straightened your face out

He let it go until class was over, but as soon as the bell rang he grabbed you and pulled you into the hallway

“I always knew your face was capable of emotion”

“Nuh uh. My face is actually always permanently stuck like this”

“Liar”

Even if you never smile again, he can finally rest easy knowing what your gorgeous smile looks like

Even if it was at his expense

Alice:

She’s sort of used to not being able to pick up on emotions

Jasper’s always been more focused on not killing people, it’s not often that he’s comfortable enough to laugh

But then again, he shows discomfort on his face

You show nothing

Sure she was a little frustrated by it, but she got over it

Despite that, she loves you, and she loves everything about you

It’s not like this is a dealbreaker or anything

So life moves on

You were turned a couple of years ago by Carlisle, but you and Alice are only now getting married

You wanted to make sure that you could invite your human family without wanting to hurt them

And ten years was plenty time for that

You were currently standing back to back with Alice, the ends of her flowy dress were tickling your ankles

It was time for the first look, and you both were so excited

Carlisle and Esme stood nearby, Rosalie right in front of you two

“Okay, on the count of three, turn to look at each other. One, two, three”

You both whipped around

And before you stood the ethereal Alice

Dressed in a flowy dress with light purple accents, flowery clips in her short hair, and a huge smile on her face

She looked amazing

There were no words in your mind to describe her

So you just smiled

A big, toothy grin as you took in your future wife

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before you were almost tackled to the ground by Alice

“This is the best wedding gift I could have asked for!!! I saw in a vision that you gave me an amazing gift but I didn’t get to see what it was! Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Alice I didn’t get you a gift?”

You were so confused

“Of course you did, silly. This right here.”

And with that she kissed you right on your smiling mouth

Jasper:

He’s sort of similar to you

Whenever he’s out in public, he’s too focused on not letting his urges take over

He doesn’t usually smile at jokes, frown at problems, or just generally emote

But when he’s home and away from temptation, he becomes more himself

Only, you don’t change

You’re the same stonefaced self you always are

It’s not too hard for him to deal with, he can feel your emotions

He knows when you’re happy, sad, angry, scared, everything

But of course, he has always wondered what your smile might look like

If he could sleep, he would dream about it

But he never pushes you

It’s a nice, October day

The trees are orange, yellow, and red. The air smells like honey and hot cocoa, and Jasper’s taking you to a horseback riding farm

He wanted to connect to his roots, and prove to you that he was capable of riding a horse at one point

You were both set up with your own horse

Yours was named Princess because she always carried herself with a certain pride

Jasper’s was called Toothache cause he likes to hit people in the jaw

He insisted on taking the difficult one, he claimed over and over that he would be okay

You and Princess were quick buddies, galloping around the pen with ease

Jasper was still trying to get within five feet of Toothache

He decided to try approaching from behind, seeing if the element of surprise would work

But all that got him was a hoof straight to the jaw

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your throat, a quick, dry guffaw as you looked on in disbelief

Jasper was almost too preoccupied with his anger at the horse to notice, but he did

In an instant he was next to you, staring deeply into your face which was now lit up with laughter

“Horse be damned, we’re goin home, sugar”

He cuddled you the rest of the night

Rosalie:

She was and is very frustrated at your lack of emotion

She’s not asking you to smile 24/7

But once would be nice

The two of you were out and about

Carlisle needed some more supplies for his home clinic, but his schedule for the week wouldn’t allow him to go get them himself

So he wrote a list for whichever one of his kids wanted to go get them for him

You wanted to do it, and since Rosalie loves you, she decided to go to

That’s how you ended up standing under the awning of a RiteAid as the rain beat harshly against the ground

Originally, you guys were going to wait until the rain stopped to run out to Rosalie’s car

But it’s been 7 minutes (not that you were counting) and it only kept pouring

“Do you want to make a run for it?” You asked

“And get my hair wet? No thanks. We can wait, unless you’re in a rush?”

“No I’m good”

And so you kept waiting

As you were standing there, a car veered into the wet parking lot, tires squealing as it turned the sharp corners

It whipped past the front of the store… and splashed a huge puddle onto you and Rosalie

You stood there shocked for a moment, vaguely registering your newly wet socks, when you heard Rose shriek next to you

“I’m gonna kill that fucking asshole!”

Cue a complete meltdown

She’s yelling about the manner in which she will stalk him, slowly make him paranoid, skin him, and then leave his body for his family to find

All while looking like a wet rat

You can’t help but have a goofy smile on your face, your beautiful wife ranting angrily about some stupid teenager

“Are you laughing at me? I swear to god I’ll skin you too. This is unbelievable!”

Once she’s calmed down later she can’t believe that she missed a once in a lifetime opportunity because she was so angry

A couple kisses should calm her down though

Emmett:

He prides himself on being a pretty funny guy

He cracks jokes all the time

I mean, his speech at Bella and Edward’s wedding was full of jokes and innuendos

His ego gets a little bruised every time you don’t laugh at one of his jokes

He knows that you don’t laugh at anything, but still

He would LOVE to be the exception

But 10+ years and he’s started to lose hope about that

That doesn’t stop him from trying though

You two were walking in the mall, hopping from store to store as you bought everything and Emmett carried it all

Across the aisle, you see two people, a guy and a girl

The guy was wearing one of those alpha wolf t-shirts, the words “mess with the alpha, you get the roar” printed boldly on the back

The girl was wearing galaxy leggings, a shirt with a potato on it, and a cat ear headband

The guy took his fedora off of his head, holding it up so that it covered both his and his girlfriend’s faces while they kissed- for far too long, you might add

As you were standing in complete awe at the sight in front of you, you felt Emmett lean close to your ear

“Don’t wowwy kitten, daddy wiww pwotect you”

You lost it

You let out a loud laugh followed by giggles, doubling over as you clutched your middle

Now it was Emmett’s turn to stand there in shock

“Out of all of the carefully planned out, methodical jokes, pranks, and everything else, you laugh at a Daddy’s Kitten joke?????”

He doesn’t know whether to be happy or angry

Esme:

Again, she’s a little upset that you don’t show how you feel

Mostly she’s just worried that you’re gonna end up being emotionally constipated like Pre-Bella Edward

She does not want to deal with that again

Over the years, she’s gotten both more relaxed and more concerned

More relaxed because she’s come to realize that that’s just how you are

More concerned because you would really think that your SO would show some kind of emotion over the span of so many years

But whatever

She tries not to worry too much

Esme had recently joined a local book club with some of the other moms in their newest town

She loved her little group of friends, it gave her an excuse to leave the house

One of the girls had a birthday coming up, and Esme decided to bake her a cake

You’re sitting at the kitchen island, soft music playing from the radio as Esme floats around the room

All of the ingredients litter the counters, looking out of place in the normally empty kitchen

She’s humming as she’s whisking the eggs and milk together

You’re content just to watch her, making occasional small-talk in between phases of her concentrating

Hours later, it’s finally done

Nothing too extravagant, a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and delicate lettering of the woman’s name on top

Esme’s standing behind her creation with a huge smile on her face, pride obvious in her expression

Only she’s got something else on her face too

A little smear of the chocolate frosting right above her chin

You walk over to her, grabbing her face in your hands

She’s beaming at you, and you can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto your face as you wipe off the frosting

She stares at you for a moment with her mouth open, before she shoots you a loving gaze

“This suits you, darling, you should do it more”

And she kisses that smile right off

Carlisle:

He’s probably the least concerned

He’s met many people over his many years of life

No two people are exactly the same, and some people are really different

You don’t show emotion, that just makes you unique, it makes you you

So he’s not too worried

He questioned you briefly while you were still alive if you had depression or something like that

But after you said no, he let it up

Carlisle is sitting at his home desk, writing some papers for the clinic

He’s stressed, very visibly so

And you know exactly why

A new patient came in not too long ago, a young girl who he told you reminds him a lot of this girl he used to babysit when he was still alive

She’s incredibly ill and no one can figure out why

All of the tests show mixed results, the only concrete knowledge they have is that she’s dying

The dark circles under his eyes are prominent

He hasn’t gone hunting since the girl arrived by ambulance one night over two weeks ago

And before that he hadn’t hunted in a while

His skin is greying, his motions are visibly slower, his reactions more delayed

Even at this state, he’s in better condition than most humans, but this is not the man you know

Which is why you’re here with him

You’ve been trying to convince him to go hunting for a while, to just take a break and rest, but he won’t listen

So you’ve resorted to just hanging out with him

It’s better than nothing after all

But as you look over his shoulder to see what he’s writing, you find that you can’t make anything out

Various letters of English words are mixed in with Greek and Chinese characters, accent marks hover over letters, and the punctuation is all messed up

“Carlisle… is that a new language you made up?”

He stops for a second, sets his pen down, and really looks at what he’s been writing for the last 10 minutes

And then he just starts laughing

And you can’t help but smile too

“Are you finally gonna admit defeat and come relax for a little bit?”

He spins around to face you, fully taking in the smile on your face, before rising to place a kiss on your forehead

“Fine, let’s go cuddle”

Vampire! Bella:

She thinks you’re freaky

She’s always been a bad liar, so she can’t hold back reactions even if she wanted to

You can’t seem to react even if you wanted to

She thinks it’s so weird

She’s tried her hardest over the years to get something-anything out of you, but nada

She’s sort of given up by now

You two are out hunting

She insisted on running all the way to New Mexico to find a cougar, so off you went

You’re running through the trees, dodging branches and leaping over roots as you both follow on the tail of your prey

“Go that way, I’ll go this way, and we’ll trap it”

“Got it” you said, and veered off to the right

You managed to come up on the side of the cougar, pouncing on it and taking it down after a bit of a struggle

Only, you noticed Bella was nowhere to be seen

You left your now dead food behind to go searching for her

All it took was one call of her name for you to hear a response… very very far away

“Where the hell are you?”

“Down here!”

You looked down over the cliff’s edge to see Bella at the bottom

Dirt on her face, twigs in her hair, and her high heeled boots broken

You couldn’t help but laugh

“Really? That’s what it takes you fucking asshole? Me falling off a cliff? Oh, you’re so dead when I get up there!”

So naturally you make a run for it

[lynnimini]

₊⊹ 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 ₊⊹

description: fluff ⋆ headcanons

in which the members of boynextdoor are so obsessed with their lover and need their daily dose of kisses

pairings: bnd x gn!reader

words: 930

warnings: none

p. sungho

- your shoulders !

- sungho has really wide shoulders, so yours clearly pale in comparison…

- but he thinks they’re smaller and cuter and is always happy to leave a kiss to relieve some of your tension and stress :)

- he loves to just sit behind you while you do work on your laptop and kiss your shoulders

- sometimes he’ll massage them if he feels you’re getting too tense or uncomfortable and you always give him a grateful smile with a kiss

- he also loves resting his head on your shoulder to watch what you're doing

- he always silently hopes you play with his hair while he's resting on your shoulder

- it's one of his favorite ways to show affection when you're busy, but he loves to help you relax at the same time

l. riwoo

- your hands !

- riwoo would be such a sweet gentleman type boyfriend who proves that chivalry is NOT dead

- he would drive you places and open your door for you, kissing your hand as he helps you out of the car

- even at home, he would hold your hand while you guys did your separate activities and give it small kisses every now and then

- if he sees a little cut, bruise, or any kind of injury on your hands, you best believe he will give it kisses every minute of the day to help with your recovery

- how dare the world hurt his love? and even worse, the pretty hands he cherishes and loves to kiss so much??

- whenever you're laying in bed together and about to go to sleep for the night, riwoo would kiss each of your fingers and tell you that he loves you after each kiss

- he believes your hands hold such an important story: from when you two first held hands all the way to holding the key to your first apartment together :)

m. jaehyun

- your lips !

- i tried so hard to think of a place that isn’t the typical when you think of kissing someone, but lips just fit myungjae the best

- he would be so sweet, but so needy at the same time

- this boy would never be satisfied until he got a kiss on the lips from his lover

- it doesn’t matter if you gave him a million kisses on his forehead, he would still pout and wait patiently for a kiss on the lips

- sometimes you’d tease him and kiss him all over his face, but never his lips

- there’s no escaping jaehyun by that point.

- he would tackle you onto the nearest soft surface and threaten to tickle and bite you until he finally got a kiss, which you always gave because drastic times call for drastic measures

h. taesan

- your hands/wrists !

- i thought really hard about this one too and the palms of your hands just stood out to me

- i could see him laying on your lap and admiring the way you look so content in his hoodie while you eat popcorn and watch your guys’ favorite show

- your free hand would be resting on his cheek and he would tilt his head to the side to give your palm a long but soft kiss while staring at your pretty face

- god he could never get tired of seeing how lovely you look

- anyways if not your palm, the second closest thing would be the inside of your wrist

- if he sees indents on your wrist from a rubber band or bracelet squeezing too tight, he’ll be such a sweetheart and kiss the area

- he won’t stop kissing your wrists until he sees the circulation come back into your wrist, and then finally leaves one last kiss for good measure

k. leehan

- your back !

- this one was kind of random to me but it popped in my head and felt right, so we’re running with it

- leehan could sit for hours staring at his little fish tank with you

- as a result, you’ve fallen asleep multiple times in the chair next to leehan while watching all the fish and learning about them

- leehan always picks you up and brings you to lay on the couch after noticing you sleeping

- he would give you a back massage and smile at the way you happily stretched and sighed contently in your sleep at the feeling

- leehan would give you tons of kisses for your patience and willingness to get to know his little fishies

- also because he knew your back would hurt after you woke up because of your slouching posture

- it’s like a trade to leehan: spending time with the fish he loves so much = back massages and kisses for the one he loves more

k. woonhak

- your cheeks !

- even though woonhak’s really tall, it never stopped him from bending down and pressing giggly kisses to your cheeks at any time

- he just loves how plush and round your cheeks are that he has to press little kisses to them throughout the day

- his favorite time to kiss them is when you’re taking a nap on his chest with your cheek squishing up against him

- he just thinks you look adorable and will press light kisses to your face so he doesn’t wake you up

- most of all, he loves seeing the little smile and blush spread across your face every time he kisses you unexpectedly

- kissing your cheeks gets such a happy reaction from you, so that’s woonhak’s go to for whenever your sad: plant tons of little kisses on your cheeks

- without fail, you always smile and share a sweet kiss with woonhak, your happy pill :)

[steveseddie]

gold was the color of the leaves

steddie | rating: t | wc: 1,6k | cw: none | tags: steve pov, silly teenage boys, first kiss, fluff

for @steddie-spooktober day twenty two prompt “leaves”

read here on ao3

Steve wakes up when a leaf tickles his nose– or rather, when someone tickles his nose with a leaf. He scrunches it up, swatting the leaf away with his hand. 

He easily recognizes the snigger that follows so he’s not surprised to open his eyes and find Eddie leaning over him, one elbow propped up on the grass and a devilish grin stretching over his lips.  

Steve lifts his sunglasses to scowl at him. “Are you like, allergic to people relaxing?” He asks in a bitchy tone that only makes Eddie grin wider. 

“Deadly so, Stevie,” he says, long dark eyelashes fluttering as the hand that’s still holding the leaf rests against his forehead like he’s going to faint. “It was either annoying you or dying, and you don’t want me to die, do you?”

“I guess not,” Steve says with a long-suffering sigh, but either the fondness in his voice or the way his lips tick up prove that he doesn’t mean it because Eddie’s grin turns blinding, his dimples popping. Steve is glad he’s already lying down or his knees might’ve buckled at the sight and sent him rolling down the small hill they’re laying on.

“Besides,” Eddie says, tickling Steve’s cheek with the leaf, “you’re missing out on all the fun.”

“Napping is fun,” Steve points out, swatting Eddie’s hand away again. 

“Yeah, if you’re eighty!” Eddie snorts. “Are you an old man, Stevie?”

“Eddie, I’m younger than you,” Steve deadpans. 

“Maybe, but I have a young soul, Harrington–”

Steve smirks. “If by young you mean immature–”

Hand to his heart, Eddie gasps indignantly. “Hey!”

“Dude, you and the kids spent the last hour gathering leaves in piles and jumping on them,” Steve says amusedly. He spent the better part of that hour watching them tackle each other between shrieks of laughter, thankful for his sunglasses and how they let him stare at Eddie as much as he wanted without getting caught.

Eddie shrugs. “Hm, you may have a point.”

When he moves, something in Eddie’s hair catches Steve’s eye. A leaf– proof that he’d spent an hour being tackled and rolling on the floor before he decided to annoy him.

Steve’s fingers itch to reach out and pluck that leaf from Eddie’s hair, smooth the curls down, grab a hold of them and drag Eddie down–

Steve shakes those thoughts out of his head, balling his hands into fists to keep them from reaching out. In the silence that follows, Steve becomes aware of the sudden lack of yells and laughter around them. “Where are the little shitheads?”

“Wheeler sent them to wash their hands so they can have a snack,” Eddie says, pointing at the water fountain where the boys are cleaning up and at Max and El, walking arm in arm towards Nancy and Robin at the picnic table. 

“Not you?” Steve asks, head falling back against the blanket he’s using to lay on the grass. 

Eddie shakes his head. “Nope, I told her she’s not the boss of me,” he pauses, “then ran away before she could hit me with her book.” 

Steve snorts out a chuckle.

“Besides, I don’t want a snack. I got one right here,” Eddie says with a playful wink that turns Steve’s cheeks bright red. 

He ignores the heat creeping on his face. “I swear, Munson, if you try to bite me again–” he says, thinking about last week when Eddie said he was hungry and promptly sunk his teeth on Steve’s arm.

It didn’t hurt that bad– he was wearing a thick sweater after all. What did hurt was biting his tongue as hard as he could to keep a moan from slipping past his lips from Eddie biting him.

Eddie sniggers. “I won’t bite you, I promise,” he says innocently before he leers at Steve, his face hovering merely inches from Steve’s face. “Only if you ask.”

Steve grits his teeth together. “Shut up,” he quips, shoving Eddie off of him until they’re both lying on their backs, their sides pressed together. 

They fall into comfortable silence which Steve breaks with a loud yawn. 

Eddie’s head lolls to the side, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Tired, sweetheart?”

Steve’s stomach flips at the petname. He shrugs as casually as he can. “A little, I- uh, I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Nightmares?” Steve nods. Eddie grimaces apologetically, tugging some hair across his face. “Shit, I should’ve let you keep napping.”

Without giving it much thought, Steve curls his pinkie around Eddie’s. “No, it’s fine,” he says, waiting for Eddie to meet his gaze. When he does, his eyes are a little wide. Wistfully Steve wishes it’s because of their interlocked pinkies. “I don’t wanna miss out on all the fun just because I’m tired.”

Eddie's eyes sparkle and he props himself up on his elbow again, grinning at Steve. “Does that mean I can tackle you into a pile of leaves?”

“You forget I was a jock,” Steve says smugly. “I’d like to see you try.”

Eddie laughs, something between a snort and a giggle. He drops his head in Steve’s chest, making Steve’s heart stutter. 

From this angle, Steve spots another leaf trapped in the curls in the back of Eddie’s head, and this time he doesn’t stop himself from reaching for it. 

The moment Eddie feels Steve’s fingers in his hair, his head snaps up and Steve’s hand ends up cupping the back of Eddie’s neck. 

Their faces are close– so close that Steve can hear the way Eddie’s breath catches when he realizes the same thing.

“Eddie–” Steve starts, not sure if he’s going to apologize for touching his hair without permission or for the way his eyes keep darting down to Eddie’s lips in a way that he knows is fucking obvious. 

But before he can decide what to say, he hears Eddie make an impatient, needy noise in the back of his throat before he surges forward and presses his lips against Steve’s. 

He lets out a surprised yelp, thinking– holy shit, Eddie is kissing me!

The thought bounces against Steve’s skull like a ping-pong ball as he tries to get his brain working again. But before he can do that long enough to kiss Eddie back, he’s pulling away and out of Steve’s reach. Steve’s hand falls back to his side, empty except for the leaf that he plucked out of Eddie’s hair. 

“You uh– you had this in your hair,” Steve says dumbly, holding up the leaf. 

Eddie’s eyes dart to the leaf and his expression falls as he realizes that is why Steve’s hand ended up in his hair, not because Steve was making some kind of move.

“Shit,” he mutters, his doe-like gaze darting from the leaf to Steve’s mouth. That he just kissed. “Shit, fuck– I– shit.”

He scrambles to his feet, and in his haste, ends up stumbling and falling back on his ass– only to roll down the small hill. 

“Eddie!” 

Steve jumps to his feet and runs after him, careful not to trip and follow Eddie down the hill the same way.

He makes it to the bottom right after Eddie and his eyes dart over his starfished body, checking for injuries. 

“Christ, dude. Are you okay?”

Eddie groans, covering his face with his hands. “Did the fall kill me? Please say yes.”

Steve suppresses a snort. “I mean. It’s barely even a hill, so I don’t think that’s possible. You might end up with a bruise or two though.”

“Oh, you mean apart from the bruise to my ego?” 

“What?”

“You know,” Eddie gestures between himself and Steve with one hand, “because I kissed you and you didn’t want me to.” 

Steve puts his hands on his hips. “Who says I didn’t want you to?”

Eddie’s hands fall from his face, revealing his wide eyes and slack jaw. “You did?” He asks, voice going high-pitched.

“Yeah,” Steve says, a lopsided grin stretching over his lips. He knocks his Nike against Eddie’s leg. “I did, you just took me by surprise, s’all.”

Eddie lets out a tiny, startled, “Oh.”

Steve smirks. “Yeah so how about you get up so I can check you don’t have any cuts or bruises before I kiss you. Properly this time.”

Eddie squeaks and scrambles to his feet with as much grace as when he tumbled down the hill. Steve finds his eagerness fucking endearing. 

There are even more leaves trapped in Eddie’s curls now, and with an amused shake of his head, Steve plucks them out of his hair before checking for any bruises. 

Then, as promised, he leans in and kisses Eddie. The second kiss is also short and chaste and over too soon, but it’s good and Steve has to remind himself they’re in public in order to gather enough willpower to pull back. 

When he does, his brain is a little hazy and he completely misses the way Eddie’s expression shifts from dopey to mischievous so it catches him by surprise when Eddie tackles him into a pile of leaves, laughing maniacally. 

“Ha! Got ya!” Eddie whoops, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, hovering over Steve who wants nothing more than to kiss the stupid smug smile off his face. 

But he can hear the kids laughing at him and cheering for Eddie in the distance and there’s no way he can get away with kissing him even if Eddie’s hair falls like a curtain around them, offering a little cover.

So he grabs a handful of leaves and shoves them into Eddie’s grinning mouth instead.

He’ll save the kiss for later.

[angelltheninth]

Hello! Can you give us yandere headcanons for sung jinwoo?

Hell yes, I can. I've gotten yandere request for a few characters now, guess you guys really like them.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Tags: kind of fluff, yandere behavior, drugging, protectiveness, friends to lovers, teammates, forced kissing, cuddles, love confession, obsessives behavior, threats, love letters, awkwardness, yandere!Sung Jinwoo

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: He makes so many faces that make him prime yandere looking.

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo was a lot shyer before he got stronger but still spend as much time as possible around you, which wasn't that odd considering you've been friends for a really long time

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo changes a lot when he gets stronger, he gets a lot bolder with his advances and wants to scare away everyone who flirts with you, or he thinks they're flirting with you

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo is aggressive with his flirting, no longer keeping it to just a few words muttered under his breath but a bold declaration of his devotion to you and a vow to protect you, as more than a teammate

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo tells you he's going to clear the path ahead but he leaves a few monsters deliberately so he can swoop in and save you when things get bad for you

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo is sorry that you got hurt but it gave him the excuse to carry you back and and be your prince charming

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo looks after you until you get better and after that uses that as an excuse to never leave your side because clearly you need him to protect you

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo keeps sending love letters to your address, all signed of course so you know he's thinking of you always, even when you're not together, although if you moved in with him he could look after you even better

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo invites himself to your place and insists on staying over, not like you could kick him out even if you wanted to, he's much stronger than you now, you should just let him be your protector, forever

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo vows to be a good boyfriend, all he asks in return is your unconditional love, don't even think about anyone else, for their sake and yours, after all he is the best pick, there's no one better suited to you than him

Yandere!Sung Jinwoo tackles and restrains you when you try to push past him, he carries you to your bed and holds you against him, his lips landing hard against yours, a liquid flowing down your throat as your vision goes blurry and the last thing you hear is him saying how much he loves you

[luveline]

hi could you do james maybe massaging reader with persistent back pain? he'd be a total sweetheart about it

fem!reader

James is heavier than he looks. 

“I resent that,” he says after you’ve told him so breathlessly, shifting his weight off of your thighs as much as he possibly can. 

“No, you’re fine, just don’t press on my back,” you say. 

“I have to press on it. A bit.” He leans down, arms either side of you, your face hidden in the blankets beneath. “I’m not going to hurt you, yeah? If I do anything unbearable, all you need to do is tell me.” He smells nice, so close, the after effects of his macadamia oil shampoo. 

“I feel like I’m about to have major surgery.” 

“Don’t mind the scalpels.”

He begins with very gentle movements, almost like he’s going to turn you around and start kissing you. You laugh as he pushes your shirt up, but can’t find it in you to keep going when his lips press gentle and warm to the centre of your spine. You’ve been in a lot of pain recently and your boyfriend has yet to falter. It was his suggestion that he give you a massage, and his own volition to have researched how to do it. 

“I’m gonna use more pressure slowly,” he says, making palm-circles against your skin, “and it might hurt some, but if it’s too much, if it’s even a little over your threshold, I’ll stop.” 

“I’m not worried.” You can’t take his entire weight, but some pressure might be nice. “Just no tackles.” 

“No promises.” 

He gives a very nice, very soft massage for a time, the brunt of his palms pushing into your back and up to the line of your bra. He pushes just under it and murmurs about how cold you are, though his constant touching warms you soon enough. When he begins pressing, the pain twinges funny. It hurts in strange places and James chases into knots and stringy muscle with quiet dedication, the room a quiet sanctuary made of your shared breaths and his occasional kiss. 

You could fall asleep. Your eyes closed, arms crossed in front of you, weirdly close to him but not close enough. “Come hug me,” you say tiredly. 

“Is this doing anything besides putting you to sleep?”

You’re not totally sure. It feels nice regardless, and you’re glad for it when he ignores your demand to press his palm deep into the base of your spine. 

He slides from the small to the top, where he unclips your bra and presses both hands to your shoulders. “Pardon me.” 

“Not a gentleman. Didn’t even ask.” 

“What’s that?” he asks, working his thumb into a particularly sore muscle and drawing out a staggered sigh. “Oh,” —his joking falls away immediately— “that felt good?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, turning your face to the side. 

“Want me to do it again?” he asks earnestly. 

He massages until you’re sure his wrists are sore and you’ve discovered a new kind of nap, your back thoroughly worked over, aching and relieved at once. He climbs off of you and doesn’t say a thing about how his own back probably hurts from so long bent over you, peeling out of his shirt and nudging you across the bed to make room for him. He scoops you onto his chest, and for the first time in ages your back doesn’t twinge. 

“Thanks so much, James,” you say, eyes already heavy, face buried in his neck. 

He kisses the tip of your nose. You’re welcome. 

[justmeinadaze]

Inescapable Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warning with some notes: Warnings: Older (Early 30s) Prisoner Steddie & Young (Early 20s) Fem college student Y/N; Dom/Sub dynamics, SMUT, steddie get intimate, degrading (little boy, slut, etc), light choking and spanking, dirty talk, FLUFF, Y/N talks about Olivia.

ANGST *breathes it in like coffee*, Starts where the last chapter ended, father threatens all three, reader is smacked and threatened to never see them again, mentions of an arranged marriage, boys touch on their lives in prison and how they cope, some toxic behavior from the boys in regards to keeping the reader safe, guys are hurt and blood is mentioned, mentions of a rough birth but no real details are given (they're both fine <3), SLIGHT cliffhanger ending.

Word Count: 5474

Series here/Donate to me <3

“Here’s what’s going to happen.”, your father commands as he continues to glare their way. “You will stop speaking and all communications end today. If I catch even a single letter being sent her way, I will make you regret it. Am I being clear, boys?”

“We love her.”, Eddie answered causing your dad to roll his eyes as he rose to his feet.

“It seems what I’m saying isn’t sinking in.” Grabbing the metalhead’s hair, he roughly pressed his face down into the steel table making him grunt in pain as Steve pulled at his handcuffs to try and help to no avail. “All of that ends today. You will never see my daughter again or that baby. It’s my job to protect her and I’m not going to let you murder her like you did those other kids.”

“Dad, please.”, you beg. “I love them to.”

Your dad snickers slightly as he lets Eddie go before leaning against the wall and folding his arms. 

“Say your goodbyes now and just so you know she will be taken care of. Derek and I talked about it and after HIS baby is born, they will both get married and live happily ever after. Amen.”

Their eyes flick to you as the tears begin to flow again and you reach for their hands.

“I didn’t agree to that, I fucking swear. I love you both so much and I’ll always be here. I promise—” Tugging at your bicep, your father lifts you from your seat as you continue to try and cling to them. “NO! Dad, please! DON’T DO THIS!”

Guards come in to uncuff the boys as your dragged out of the room and into the hallway. Hearing your screams and pleading, awakes something primal in them both and all they can think about is getting to you. 

Steve elbows a guard in the face and shoves another out of the way as he runs down the hall but before he can reach you is tackled to the ground followed by Eddie who only got as far as outside the doorway. Feeling the same, you hit your dad’s chest hard enough for him to release you and you slide to the floor to be by their side. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Using all of his strength, one of Steve’s arms was freed and he reached out to pinch your cheeks, bringing your lips to his. 

“This isn’t over, honey. I promise. We’ll get to you.”

Eddie was able to wiggle out of the officers hold enough to wrap his arm around your neck and kiss your lips as well. 

“We love you, baby. Everything’s going to be ok.”

You began to sob harder when they were hit with something hard as you were lifted off the ground and carried out to your dad’s car. 

***

 As your father begins to drive away, you scream and kick at things in his truck until he pulls over to the side of the road. 

“Calm down right now and you listen to me, Y/N! I will not be the fucking embarrassment of this town. Do you fucking hear me?”

“You already crossed that bridge when you cheated on mom with the town slut in the back of your cruiser. I guess fucking criminals runs in the family.”, you spit. 

The sound of his palm hitting your cheek and your gasp that followed silenced you as you glared past him out the driver’s side window. 

“Listen to me and you listen good. You will stay away from those men or so help me God, Y/N, I will make sure they stay in there for the rest of their Goddamn lives. Do I make myself clear?” When you don’t answer he shouts, making you jump as he repeats his question. 

“Yes, sir.”, you grumble through gritted teeth. 

“You will marry Derek before the baby is born and then we will go back to all our normal routines like one big happy family.”

Folding your arms, you turn to lay your head against the glass as you continue to cry. 

####################

June 3rd, 1998

Steve’s nose scrunches in anger as he punches the boxing bag they keep in the gym of the prison. As he glances towards his friend, Eddie’s eyebrows raise in amusement. 

“Fuck off, Munson. Don’t give me that look.”

“I’m not looking at you in anyway, Harrington. I’m just…a little worried.”

“I know but what can we do trapped behind this fucking concrete wall.”, he grunts as he continues punching. 

“I meant I’m worried about you.”

Steve’s chest puffs out as he wipes the sweat from his forehead, ignoring his friend as he continues what he was doing. Abruptly, the metalhead takes hold of his arm and pulls him into the bathroom nearby. 

“You have to calm down.”, Eddie scolds.

“How the fuck can I be calm! It’s been a month with no word. No phone calls, letters, nothing. What if something happens to her or Olivia?!”

It was an automatic reaction, something both of them had done a few times over the years and more to calm the other. Taking ahold of Steve’s cheeks Eddie crashed his lips to his own, his fingers tangling in his hair before both men are panting as they rest their forehead against each other’s. 

“You think this doesn’t kill me to? But what can we do, Steve? We don’t have enough money to buy another night out.”

“We have enough to get to Canada.”

The metalhead’s eyes widen as he searches through his friends to see if he’s serious. 

“I thought we wanted to do this right? What life would she have?”, he whispers.

“What life would she have married to fucking Derek with her dad breathing down her neck?”

“Steve…I don’t know...”

“Munson! Harrington! Your lawyer is here to see you.”, a guard called sharply making them jump before quickly exiting the room. 

***

“Um, Bobby, where are we going?”, Eddie asks as they pass the interrogation rooms they usually meet with their lawyer in. 

The guard doesn’t say a word as he continues to lead them further down the hall and outside to a separate building they had never been to before. Both men brace, preparing for anything especially after the last few months they had before the man stops just outside of a cellblock door. 

It looked like every other one except this one had no window so people could peak in. 

“You have three hours to go over your case and anything else you may need.”, Bobby relays, looking around as he leans in to unhook their cuffs. “I told you guys I’m on your side. Three hours. Not one second longer.”

Their eyebrows furrowed as he opened the door but all confusion and worry evaporated when their eyes landed on you. 

Before you could say anything, you started to sob as you ran forward with Steve meeting you halfway as your arms wrapped around him. 

“I don’t…how…how are you here right now?”

“I had to come make sure you were ok.”, you hiccupped as you hugged Eddie next. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to you but my dad’s been a tyrant.”

Tilting you head back, the metalhead cupped your face as his thumbs tried to dry your eyes.

“He threatened to hurt you or keep you both in here longer and I was so scared.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry about that now. As long as nobody’s hurting you.” Ignoring him, you took hold of his thumb to bend his hand so you can place tender kisses on his palm. “Nobody’s hurting you right?”

Again, you didn’t answer and this time Steve intervened as he lightly but firmly gripped your jaw making you sigh.

“After we left you, my dad got mad when I told him he couldn’t stop me from loving you. Since then, his friends have been keeping an eye on me. Following me to school or back to my house. When I do my homework, sometimes they’ll show up to dig through my work to make sure I’m not writing you.”, you explain as you wipe your eyes and back away towards the bed. 

“My mom came down and tried to intervene but that didn’t go well. They fought and she couldn’t take it anymore so she went home. She offered to take me with her but I told her I couldn’t leave you.”

“Have you lost your mind?”, Steve scolded in a firm tone that had you sitting up straighter. “Take her offer and get out of here. You’d be safer and happier with her!”

Your anger fueled eyes glare his way. 

“I would NOT be happier. I would be just as miserable if not more because you wouldn’t be there!”

“We still won’t be there, sweetheart.”, Eddie sighs as he sits beside you and rubs your back. “We still have another 13years here but at least with your mom you could call and write.”

“No…no. Everyone else has abandoned you but I won’t.”, you declare making them swoon as he leans over kiss your cheek and Steve kneels in front of you taking your hands. 

When he rests his head against your stomach, he feels a little push causing him to jerk back as you giggle. 

“Yeah, she moves quite a bit now.” Taking both their hands, you place them where you felt her move and on cue she kicks her little feet against them. 

“Wow…”, Eddie breathes as his thumb rubs your skin. “Probably has a lot to say about all this. Don’t you, princess?”

Reaching into your bag, you hand them your new ultrasound and a big grin spreads across their faces as they take her in. 

“You see she has her little nose and these cute tiny hands.”, you beam as you point to things on the image. “Your, um, your uncle gave me a cassette of your band playing songs and Olivia just loves it. She wiggles around.”

The metalhead softly smiles your way before you both watch him stand and face the wall away from you. 

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m, um, I’m ok. I just need a minute.”, he chokes out causing you to rise and wrap your arms around him as you lean your head on his back. “I hate all this bullshit. We shouldn’t even be here! We did nothing wrong!”

You squeezed him tighter wishing you could take away his pain. This was the first time you were seeing this type of break but for Steve it was nothing new. They could hold things in pretty well until they couldn’t and that animosity would spill out, sometimes aggressively. 

“How can I help?”, you whisper.

“You can’t, Y/N. Not in your condition.”

“I’m pregnant, Steve, not broken.”, you giggle making both him chuckle with you. 

“Naw, baby girl, we know but sometimes in here our outlet is a bit different than what we did with you out there.”

“Come on, sweetheart. You’re a smart girl. Do you really need it spelled out?!”, Eddie snapped startling you as you let him go.

His dark eyes locked with yours and you could feel the other man’s practically boring into your skull as they waited for you to get to the realization on your own. 

“Oh.”, you squeaked in a little voice that had their heads tilting. “Is it…do you like it? I mean is it consensual?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question.”

“Hey.”, Steve growled towards his friend who exhaled through his nose as he looked away. “Yes, it’s consensual. We would never do anything to genuinely hurt the other. Like with you we have safe words and everything.”

“Is it intimacy or survival?”, you murmur, your tone getting smaller and smaller; you were dropping. 

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why?! So you can decide if you still love us or not?!”

The other man rose to his feet and suddenly took hold of Eddie’s throat. 

“Don’t talk to her that way. She’s trying to understand. Right, honey?”

“Yes, Daddy. I love you either way. I just want to know more. You never made any indication that—”

“We didn’t know if we could trust you.”, Steve responded before Eddie could. “It started as survival…needing someone to hold in the middle of the night when the lights go out. Needing to feel safe in a place that’s anything but. You touch yourself needing that release but after a while you want…NEED more.”

“People would make it into something it’s not.”, Eddie added. “Something dirty like the only reason we do this is because we’re in prison. It may be the reason it started but… us being rough with each other… it’s hard to explain and to be honest I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to.”, you coo as you press up to kiss his lips. “Do you want me to give you some alone time? If this is between you two I don’t want to intrude.”

The metalhead’s hair lightly swats at his face as he shakes his head. 

“What do you need from me, Sir?”

“I want you to watch.”

Nodding, you kiss him again before turning to do the same with Steve and waddling to a chair next to the bed. After smiling comfortingly your way, he turns his body to face his friend. 

“Soft, rough or rough, rough?” 

“Both, I think.”

“Ok, baby. Use me.”, the pretty boy smirks as he sarcastically takes a bow with his arms wide open. 

Gripping his cheeks, Eddie crashes their lips together and a little sigh leaves your own as you watch them mingle together. When Steve’s arms came back down, they wrapped around the other boy’s waist, lifting him off his feet to walk with him towards the bed. After pushing the metalhead onto the mattress, Steve yanks off the man’s sweats and underwear before taking his cock in his hand and taking him into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Steven.”, Eddie groaned as he moved the boy’s hair away from his face to watch him. “All the way down. I know you can fuckin’ take it.”

At the sound of his light gags, the metalhead tightened his grip in his soft locks and guided his head lower to take him deeper. 

“That’s it. Choke on it. Choke on my dick, dirty boy.” Chocolate eyes flick to you as he notices you squirm in your seat and place your hands between your legs hoping to ease the ache. “You like this, Y/N? Watching him struggle to take all of me down his tight little throat?”

“Y-Yes, Sir. Does he feel good?”

“Jesus, you’re asking a lot of stupid fucking questions today. You’ve felt his mouth, you know how amazing it is.”

“I…I didn’t.” Eddie blinks as he tugs on Steve’s head, allowing him to catch his breath. “I only felt your tongue that night.”

“We’re going to correct that right now. Come here, baby.” With his arm steadying you behind your back, you removed your pants and kicked them to the side. “Go ahead and rest your back against the pillows.”, he instructed and you followed as you watched him pull Steve to his feet to undress him. 

Falling onto the mattress, Steve slithered on his stomach between your legs and his palms gripped your thighs. 

“Fuck, you smell so good.”, the man whimpered breathily as he pressed his nose to the cloth against your core. “Tell us if you need stop at any point, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy.”

Moving your panties to the side, his tongue pressed against your clit and a cry caught in your throat as the width of it seemed to envelope you.

“Oh my g—“, you moan as he licked between your folds in long, slow strokes that had your eyes roll shut as your fingers run through his hair much softer than the other man’s. Steve hums against you and the vibration has your eyes searching for the cause, landing on Eddie pushing two of his digits inside of the boy in front of him. 

“I told you, sweetheart. His mouth is fucking heaven especially in this hell.” When Eddie grumbles his last sentence, his hand comes down hard on Steve’s ass making him grunt and flick his tongue faster against your nub.  “Come on, dirty boy. Make our girl cum. Make her cum so I can fuck you like the slut you are.”

His fingers dug into your skin as the obscene sound of slurping filled the room till you shuddered and came against his tongue. Eddie spanked him again as Steve pushed up onto one of his palms while his other rested above your mound as his thumb rubbed slow circles against your bundle of nerves.

Your eyes continuously took in the little features on his face as the metalhead spit directly into his hole and gradually slid his cock into his entrance. Steve licked his lips as his head fell but you quickly grabbed his chin to lift it back up. 

“You…you look so handsome like this, Daddy.”

“Fuck.”, he mewled as Eddie took hold of his waist and thrust his hips. 

He seemed almost lost in what he was doing as he roughly pounded into him with each grunt that fell from the pretty boy’s mouth bordering the line between pleasure and pain with your gentle caresses a stark contrast. 

In the middle of everything, Steve’s eyes abruptly snapped open and you saw that primal look you had seen in them both when your dad was pulling you away from them. Gripping your thighs again, he pushed them open flat against the bed and lobbed a huge glob of spit into your cunt before pumping two of his long, thick fingers inside of you. 

Your own eyes closed until you gasped at the feeling of a tongue against your clit immediately recognizing it wasn’t Steve but Eddie. Laying his chest onto the man’s back, he leaned his head against his shoulder as his mouth played with you.

“Fuck…I’ll never get over how…sweet she is. Don’t…Don’t stop fingering her, Steven! Or I swear to God.”, the metalhead growled through gritted teeth. “Make her cum again, little boy. That’s it…thrust those fingers so fucking deep. Shit—you’re just as tight as her.”

“More.”, you begged and Eddie obliged as he fell into you again to flick your nub with his tongue as he rolled his cock into the man beneath him. “I’m…”

As the ball dropped and they helped you through your orgasm, Steve offered his digits to his friend who eagerly licked them clean. Pushing back onto his knees, he chased their highs as you limply slid your body under the pretty boy and he rested his face in the nook of your neck. 

“How does he feel, Daddy?”

“Mmph—good.” Your lips delicately kissed his until you felt his face scrunch as his sweaty forehead fell against your skin. “Fuck, baby.”

At his shaky breath, one of his hands reached down to stroke his cock till you felt his release land on your thigh. Eddie’s palm took hold of the man’s throat as he pulled him closer to his chest and kissed him much softer than he had been. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much…for everything…sweetheart. Mmugh—fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Steve nodded and as he clung his arms around him, the metalhead grunted as he pounded his release into the boy beneath him. 

Their heavy pants filled the room as they stayed like that and you waited patiently for them to collect their bearings. 

Steve was the one to move first, crawling forward, and collecting you in his arms as his head hit the pillow. Eddie silently went to work cleaning his friend and then you before laying down in front of you so he could take your hand in his. 

“Thank you for trusting me enough to show me that. If you ever want to be intimate in front of me or without me…I don’t mind.”

The metalhead’s palm gently pets your head as he leans forward to kiss your forehead. When your eyes meet his, you notice a deep pain within them that breaks your heart. 

“We don’t really think too much about it but I do know that when I hear him cry at night I feel so helpless. When I hold him and kiss him, it makes me feel safe to. Like I have some control, you know?”

“Have you considered thinking about it?”

The metalhead knew what you meant, nodding as his fingers caressed your cheek. 

“We can’t in here. People exploit that.”

“Do they exploit that when it comes to me?”

“No…probably because they know we would fucking kill anyone that came after you or hurt you.”

His beautiful eyes darkened and Steve pushes up on his elbow to glance over your face. 

“Anyone?”

“Anyone, sweetheart. Any convict. Any Ex. Any…tyrant.”

You should be afraid…but you’re not.

You should be disgusted that they would kill someone for you…but you weren’t. 

You should hate men like them…but you didn’t.

Shaking your head, you curl yourself closer into the Steve’s chest as your arms reached for Eddie who scooted as close to your body as he could. 

“We’d never hurt you, Y/N. I hope you know that.”, the pretty boy whispered as he kissed your shoulder. 

“Or anyone else, unless you felt unsafe or in danger.”

A light knock doesn’t stir any of you as you continue to stare into those chocolate eyes in front of you. 

“Do you feel unsafe?”

“15 more minutes, guys.”, the guard informed you without opening the door. 

“No, Sir.”

“Do you trust us to protect you if you were in danger?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

It takes a couple more moments but when their eyes do finally soften, they lean in to hug you tightly and kiss your lips. 

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June 14th, 1998

“Munson! Harrington! Ya’ll have a visitor!”

Both men exchange a glance as they stand up from their beds and allow the guard to lead them towards the integration rooms. 

“She wouldn’t come this soon right?”, Steve whispered. 

“I don’t think so.”

The person leading them tugged their chain, signaling them to be quiet before heading outside to where they had yard time during the afternoons. Right now, it was pitch black as they had begun getting ready for bed for the evening but they didn’t think anything out of the ordinary until they were pulled into the weight room and were met with a couple of fists to their faces. 

“You know, you both are stubborn just like Y/N.”, your dad sasses as he stands up from the bench he had been waiting on. “I see why she likes you.”

A few of the guards pull both boys up to their knees and turn them to face him. 

“She’s not as crafty as she thinks she is. She did slip away for a while but one of my officers did catch her leaving this facility so—”

“If you hurt her—” Another fist interrupts, Eddie as he grunts and spits blood onto the floor. 

“Who let her in? Which guard is it?”

The fuck you that Steve answers with didn’t help the situation as he was kicked in the stomach hard and toppled over. 

“You know, she may hate me but one day she will thank me. She may think you’re innocent but I’ve seen what you did; the pain you inflicted on those people. I will not let my daughter die because of some stupid crush.”

“So you’d force her to be with someone she doesn’t like?”, the metalhead growled before being hit again. 

“If it keeps her alive and me respected than yes.”

A snarky, deep laugh left Steve’s lips as his head tilted back to stare at your father.

“That’s what it really is, isn’t it? You don’t give a fuck about her. All that matters is image and how you look. Oh, I know all about that being a Harrington.”

Your dad stepped forward and reached out to pull the man’s hair causing him to wince slightly as his jaw clenched. 

“There he is. I was wondering when I’d meet the serial killers and not the ‘poor me’ image you display for the world. Has Y/N seen this side of you yet?”

“Outside or in the bedroom?”

Steve was punched much harder than before making Eddie snicker hoping to distract them.

“She hasn’t and she never will until you give us a reason to.”

“Don’t you mean unless?”

“That’s up to you.”

A little hm noise left your dad’s mouth as he smiled and stepped away. 

“Y/N had her baby a couple of days ago.” Both their eyes snapped his way as his grin grew. “She named her Olivia Y/L/N. She wanted to give her your last names but I forbade it. I was going to put Derek’s last name but…I figured I’d give her this especially after the birth.”

“Are they ok—ugh!”

“Oh, Mr. Munson, what happened? Not so sarcastic now are we? Here’s what’s going to happen. Since my daughter disobeyed, you will be punished. I’m thinking for Mr. Munson here, Indianapolis. That’s where your father is right? And Mr. Harrington how about Washington? I think that’s far enough away.”

At the sound of both men’s shouts his way, your father smirked as he headed out the door. 

“Enjoy your last night together, gentlemen.”

***

Monitors continually to beep as your eyes fluttered open.  You were still incredibly exhausted after rushing to the hospital and being in labor for as long as you were before Olivia decided to grace the world with her presence.

Olivia.

“Hey, hey, no. Don’t move. What do you need?”, Derek asked as you began to sit up. He sighed when you ignored him to reach for the crib and touch your daughter’s cheek to make sure she was ok. “The doctor said you should rest and take these…”

As he reached his hand out to give you some pills, you swatted them away across the room. 

“Y/N, I’m trying to help.”

“Fuck you.”

Exhaling, he took a seat by the foot of your bed and you immediately curled into yourself so he wouldn’t touch you.

“I didn’t know what to do. Your dad said if I did this he could help my family. We are in so much debt and my mom is about to go bankrupt. I could get kicked out of school and my family could lose their house—”

“So you agreed to settle down and ruin my life, you selfish asshole.”

“I’M selfish!?”, he hissed. “You brought an innocent baby into this world who has no idea her father is fucking murderer. And what, you were just going to raise her by yourself till she was 13 in a town where she will be ostracized?! She deserves better.”

“Fuck you. You are NOT Olivia’s father.”, you growl.

Derek’s eyes darken in anger as he rises to his feet. 

“Whether you like it or not I am now and next week you’re going to be my wife so it’s time you start accepting that fact. You did…once.”

As soon as he leaves, you lay your head back and sob. A part of you knew he was right; that Olivia deserved better but she deserved Eddie and Steve. Two men who loved her and you and shouldn’t have been placed in the position they were in. 

The sound of the baby cooing grabbed your attention but as you shifted in bed a palm roughly covered your mouth. Your wide, fearful eyes locked with Eddie’s as he slowly placed his finger over his month and gestured towards the door where you saw Steve waiting.

Rapidly taking them in, they both had cuts and bruises on their face that looked fresh. The metalhead himself had a pool of blood on his shirt and when you reached out to touch it, it was wet and he didn’t flinch. 

It wasn’t his.

Olivia whined again as both your eyes fleeted in that direction. 

“Miss Y/N?”, one of the officer’s asked from down the hall. “Baby is making noise.”

“Shhhhhhh!”, a nurse loudly calls towards him making him huff. 

“How is girl going to be a mom when she sleeps through a baby crying—”

As the man stepped into the room, Steve wrapped his arm around his neck in chokehold till the man stopped struggling and slumped to the floor. 

“Are you both ok?”, Eddie whispers as he lifts his palm while you watch his friend begin to remove the cop’s uniform. “Y/N, look at me, baby.”

“Wha-Wha-What’s happening?”

“We don’t really have time to explain right now but we can after we start getting where we are going. Can you move?”

As Steve put on the jacket, he tucked the gun into his pants and continued to search for something but for what you weren’t sure. 

“Y/N!”, Eddie growls in a low rumble that makes you jump before he exhales trying to control his temper. “Sweetheart, we don’t have a lot of time for this. Do you want to come with us or not?”

“I-I-I can walk but—but not fast. I need medication.”

The other boy grabs your chart and flashes it towards his friend who nods. 

“Does Olivia need anything from the doctor?” 

When you shake your head, Steve abruptly kneels in front of you and slides some scrub pants along your legs. 

“What happened to your faces?”

“Ok, honey, I’m going to carry you and Ed’s going to get the baby. Ready?”

“Answer one of my—!”

This time the pretty boy’s palm silenced you when you raised your voice, his own angry irises glaring into yours. 

“You have to be quiet, Y/N.”, he grunts in annoyance before sighing and moving his hand to caress your cheek. “Your father caught you leaving the prison.”

That’s all you needed to hear as it suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe and the machines around you began to beep. 

Leaning his forehead on yours, he began to inhale and exhale with you, guiding you as you felt Eddie kiss your temple. 

“Miss Y/L/N? Everything ok?”, the intercom cackled. 

“Um, yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I just had…had a nightmare.”

“Do you need something to help you go back to sleep?”

“No, ma’am. I’ll be alright. Thank you.”

The three of you wait and Steve hands his friend the scrubs he found as he gently lifts you off the bed to place you in a chair nearby. You watch as he grabs the officer and nervously takes off everything attached to you before hooking it to the unconscious man. When the monitors continue to beep steadily, he grins. 

“Oh, I know, princess, I know. Daddy’s got you.”, Eddie murmurs softly as he lifts the baby into his arms. 

As you try to stand, the world spins and you fall back down right as Steve catches your wrist.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I just…just need to sleep…”

Nodding, Steve pushes the cap down on his head and blocks as much of his eyes as he can while Eddie puts a face mask over his mouth. Pointing towards the wheelchair, he hastily puts you into it and begins exiting the room. 

“Are there any other officers you’re aware of around here, Y/N?”, he whispers.

“I don’t know…but I’ve…only ever seen one.”

“Excuse me.”, the nurse calls. “Where are you taking her?”

“I, uh…”

“I wanted to get some…air. Is…that ok?! I know my father has me…fucking shackled here but I can still move around! I’m bringing this asshole…is that…ok?!”, you shouted as best you could. 

The lady eyes you up and down before standing to head to a cart next to her. 

“Take this before you go. The last thing we need is you getting an infection or something. And don’t be out there with that little one too long. She needs to rest to.”, she instructs as she hands you a cup of water to swallow your pill. 

“How much more rest does she need?”, Steve asks, absently gesturing your way while trying to hide his genuine concern. 

“She’ll be ready physically within the next couple of days and you guys hounding me constantly about that won’t heal her any faster! Jesus.”

Rolling his eyes, he continues forward to the elevator and all three of you exhale a sigh of relief as the doors close around you. 

“Do you think you can hold her, Y/N?”

“Where are you going?”, Eddie asks as he gently hands you Olivia. 

“I’m going to run to the third floor to grab her meds. Find us a car and I’ll meet you out front.”

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[livelaughlovesubs]

can i pls request sub ayato :<<<< just the thought of him getting teased by m! dom reader :,)

I’m so sorry dear, I don’t do male reader. Best I can do is gender neutral :<

Dom!reader x sub!ayato

Warning: body worship (?), teasing, fluffy and maybe cheesy :D

“You are so impatient today, my love.” You said, sitting on the edge of the bed while ayato was climbing onto your lap. He smiled when he felt your hands grabbing his waist, holding him gently. It made him feel so good whenever you touched him. With a soft tug, you made him sit down completely. Then you pulled him closer, until the boy was only inches apart from you.

“Are you sure i’m the impatient one?” Ayato asked, he wore a calm expression, the poker face he always had. But the corners of his eyes were softer. You leaned forwards and pressed your face against his tummy, hands now wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Maybe, i just cant resist you.” While your face was still pressed against his skin, you whispered those words. Your breath tackled him slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

Slowly, you moved your head up, still rubbing your face against his torso. The difference was, now you started spreading kisses along his body. With careful movements, as if he was oh so breakable, you painted his body with your lips. Kissing him from his belly all the way up until you reached his chest. Your hands also wandered upwards with you, fingertips gently brushing over his spine, tracing the line on his back. His arms wrapped around your neck and you heard him gasp. A shaky breath left him soon after, as well as him resting his chin on your head.

“Such a pretty boy, arent you?” You complimented him, hands leaving his back and instead going to his sides. There was no answer to your seemingly obvious question. Your touch was still tender, and he squirmed a little. Just like before, you traced his sides, this time kneading his skin and muscles. Running your hands up and down his body, worshiping his hips and body. He could also feel one of your hands on his thighs, caressing him like always.

A blush covered his flustered face, the confident smile from before slowly breaking. His lips twitched a little, and he bit down on his bottom lip. “So adorable, my darling.” Such a devil you were, so seductive and loving. He mastered the art of composure years ago, it has worked for all these years, then you just had to come and ruin it. Whenever it involved you, no matter how hard he tried, he’d end up as putty in your hands. So unfair.. your are making his hard work seem like a joke.

You leaned back suddenly, and he stopped resting his chin against you. Ayato looked at you, his pretty eyes brightened when you gazed at him too. The smile you showed him made his heart fill up with warmth, he wanted to tear it out of his chest. It felt so good it hurt, how much he adored and loved you. After a while, he started staring at you with a little pout. Eyes hesitantly searching for your intentions, it was difficult to read you. You were just glancing at him and holding him, so he uttered confused, “aren’t you going to continue?” With the brightest grin he’s ever seen, you said, “i will, i just had to appreciate how beautiful you were.”

This was worse than dealing with any opponents, because you werent playing fair at all. He was already a blushing, stuttering mess while you kept on praising and teasing him. Normally compliments didnt make him feel like this, because he thought he has gotten used to it. But now, here you were, proving him wrong.

Ayato averted his gaze, hiding his face behind his palms. “Dont.. look.” He needed a moment to compose himself, a time out, give him a minute..! “Aww, i cant look? But i want to.” You replied, squeezing his hips a little. “Uh-ughh…!” The male yelped and jerked forwards, body shuddering a little. All he could hear afterwards was your laughing. “You…!” He couldnt finish his sentence, when you pulled him closer again.

You held him in your embrace, hugging and cuddling him. How can he possibly be mad at you when you’re being so soft? Though skeptical, he returned your actions once again. That turned out to be a mistake. In the split of a second, you turned him around. His small frame now laying on the mattress and legs around your waist. A short breathed whine left him, “ah..!” It was like a surprised yelp. Those gorgeous blue locks of his were spread over the bed, and his face was even redder than before.

“I guess you were right, i am impatient.” With a single sentenced, you managed to make him speechless. Enough for him to tremble and look at you through heart shaped eyes.

[madame-fear]

would u do prompts 21 and/or 30 w Enzo pls?? i might die from cute but it'll be worth it

꒰ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 623.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, friends to lovers, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : enzo vogrincic x (fem!)reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ prompts used : ⤿ 21. goofily smiling in your very first kiss. ⤿ 30. playfully wiping away their kiss, and getting tackled with more kisses by them.

You had no idea how you had gotten to this far with your “best friend”. To be fair, you had crushed on him for the longest times — but you wouldn’t have guessed that your feelings were reciprocated.

Enzo had invited you to spend some quality time together on his home, alone, as friends. But somehow, while you were quietly talking about the thoughts that randomly passed through your mind, at one moment you turned to face him. Both of you were dangerously close to each other, merely inches apart.

The vehement impulse of kissing him lingered on you, but you held back. Until, it was him the one who acted upon his feelings. Initially a bit reluctanctly, but managed to lovingly cup your face with his warm hands, and sweetly kiss you. Perhaps it might have been a surprise to you the very first few seconds you felt his lips against yours, but eventually, you happily gave in.

And there you were, delicately kissing each other’s lips in silence; your hands copied his previous actions, cupping his face as well. Meekly, you helplessly began to smile back at the feeling of a grin growing leisurely on his lips. Softly, you pulled apart from the kiss, but your hands remained cupping his cheek; the toothy grin on his lips was contagious, feeling a rosy haze creep upon your own expressions from the fluster. He was endearingly sweet, and even adorable.

“Your lips taste sweeter than I imagined,” he sheepishly admitted, continuing to grin dumbfounded at the fact that he had just kissed you, after fantasising about doing so for a very long time. You arched an eyebrow at his response, feeling a stinging, burning pain on your cheeks due to how you kept goofily smiling along him. “I didn’t know you had imagined this, En.” you teased, making him faintly scoff in response. “I did. And it wasn’t just once — I fantasised about this moment more times than you could imagine.”

Delicately, he leaned closer to you once again, pressing his lips on the corner of your own. Playfully, after that small smooch, feeling his coffee eyes lovingly admiring you, you wiped away the kiss he had just left on your skin with the back of your hand. “I didn’t know you were this sappy, either.” it was fun to see his reaction when you teased him, and it was hard for him to hold back his impulse of showering you with love when you playfully “rejected” his affection. In response, an even greater smile took over his face. “Did you just wipe away my kiss from your skin? You just broke my heart.” he feigned being hurt by your actions, making a quiet chuckle spur from your lips, rolling your eyes.

“I’m getting my revenge on you.” before being able to answer anything, his hands gripped your face more firmly — yet, still gently — as he pulled you closer to him. His lips made their way to filling every bit of your face: your forehead, your cheeks, cheekbones, the tip of your nose, your chin, jawline, and ocassionally pressed some smooches to your lips, as he held your face in place. His lips tackled your face with tons of small, yet adoring kisses. All the while, you squirmed and giggled under his playful smooches, flinching your face very slightly. The heat on your cheeks increased with every bit of affection he showered you in, feeling more free to express all the love he had wanted to give you.

You couldn’t complain. You adored him, and you loved being tackled by his kisses. Perhaps, you could tease him this way more often, if it meant to be showered in his kisses.

[milqueandsugar]

Imagine kissing lucifer, Alastor, like really intensely after the battle with heaven!

If possible! Feel free to ignore if not🥺💖

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

Gen / hurt comfort (?) Mostly Fluff

Includes / alastor , Lucifer

A/N - wrote this with sun stroke and it was positively unhinged, I'm hoping I've molded this into something normal lmao

| ALASTOR |

He had been missing for days, there were moments where you feared that he HAD died, then minuets, then hours. Soon the grief you had been denying began to creep into your heart, and it wasn't long until you joined Charlie in her grief, though yours developed into something closer to despair Then as quick as he disappeared he reappeared, chipper and in song and so inguriatingly happy to see you again. You hated him, you hated him for leaving you, you hated him for letting you worry, you hated him for trying to fight Adam all on his home, and you hated how overcome with love you were the moment you saw him. You near tackled him into a hug, which he infuriatingly reciprocated, squeezing you as though he missed you just as much

"My dear-!"

"Shut up!" You huff, pulling him in for a kiss, you can feel him grin against your lips, his hands curling into your shirt, the fabric offending him all of a sudden He keeps you there until you can't breathe, chasing your lips afterwards, as hungry for your love as you are for his.

"I missed you." His voice is soft, quiet, without his filter. It's raw and vulnerable and sparks adoration in your jest like a firework

"You didn't have to. You could have come home." He looks like he wants to say something, but only nods, peppering your face with kisses as he begins to figure his way out of this one.

| LUCIFER |

You let out a rattled breath, somewhere between a scream and a gasp at the sight of your lover. His horns split the skin of his skull, clothes tattered and stained with blood and soot. His soft, porcelain skin marred with bruises that were already in the late stages of healing due to his angelic blood. Angelic or not, fear and worry struck you like lightening as you near trip over rubble to get to him.

"LUCIFER?!" Your voice is hoarse, given the widening of his scarlet eyes you cannot imagine that you look any better than he does. You grab his face in your hands, scouring him for injury.

"Are you hurt? Did you get hurt?" Your eyes dart frantically over his figure, by time they reach his face again his eyes are wet and his lips are trembling. "Lucifer- lucifer talk to me are you hurt-?"

You barely utter the word 'hurt' before his lips are crashing onto yours. His hands once still at his sides frantic to take you all in at once, squeezing, sliding, groping at your skin as he pulls you ever closer.

"You're safe." He whispers like a prayer. He peppers your face in kisses. "We're safe. The hotels safe.." He's breathless you realize, your labored breaths matching his the way his arms constrict around you.

"It's over- we're safe.. it's over." He rests his head on your shoulder, hands slowing to soothing motions over your back. You realize at some point you had begun to cry.

"Yeah- yeah we're safe." You sniffle, wiping at the tears that riveted down your cheeks in broken, uneven streams.

[argisthebulwark]

All Emotion Dripped Away

summary: skyrim men and their red flags <3 gn reader, no gendered terms or y/n used. feat: Brynjolf, Miraak, Vilkas, Farkas, Cicero, Mercer warnings: some unhealthy relationship dynamics.

Brynjolf's inability to commit is maddening. The worst part is that you understand exactly what led to him acting this way - losing Karliah and Gallus at such a young age, Mercer effectively ruining every positive moment they've shared, thinking that he's lost you. You can understand his aversion to committing himself to another person but the knowledge doesn't make it any easier to handle. "Must we put a label on it?" He groans, dragging your chair closer to his. He leans closer, lips only a few inches away - he knows exactly what he's doing. It's his most common maneuver - kiss you until you can hardly think, distracting you from anything deeper. "It's difficult to think with you so close." You breathe, attempting to resist his charm. "Aye, as you've said." "Don't you want more?" You ask, allowing his fingers to creep under your armor. "Why ruin a good thing?" His kiss is full of heat, a promise for more to come if you're willing to forget this conversation.

At first, Miraak's protectiveness was sweet. He accompanied you on missions far from home and fought at your side. Losing Mora's power had only caused him to become more focused on retaining the skills he had. Over time, it grew. You noticed him tagging along on shorter trips, soon finding that even a quick visit to a nearby village for supplies was a two person job. You'd faced dragons and giants, climbed High Hrothgar and aided in the resolution of a Civil War - yet it seemed you couldn't be trusted to walk a few miles from home. "I don't want to risk you, my love." He insists, falling into step at your side. "What if you were harmed? What if you're hurt and no one is there to aid you?" You don't like this almost childish way he seems to view you - once he'd doted on you, though now it almost seems as if he doesn't trust you to walk without some grievous injury befalling you. He's coddling you.

As an outsider, Vilkas had always appeared confident, headstrong, willing to tackle any problem. He's strong and intelligent and well spoken, of course he can handle things. As a partner, you've been surprised by his avoidance. When you were a recruit he had no trouble voicing your many faults, even as his Harbinger he's been critical - but not his partner. Those problems remain firmly within his own mind. You know he bottles them up, stewing on these emotions until he talks himself out of being upset, rationalizing everything. "If you don't tell me what it is you need, I cannot give it to you." You've pleaded with him, desperate to make this work. "I love you more than I can say - please, all I need is for you to talk to me." "There is nothing to talk about."

Farkas' recklessness had saved your ass on many occasions, but as his spouse it left you a nervous wreck. He'd often laugh off your worries before leaving for days, unable to communicate due to clearing out some bandit camp. His lack of self preservation reduced you to a mess of nerves, trying to work through it but unable to stop your eyes from wandering each time a door opened. "It's not a big deal." Farkas pouts, kneeling before you. His armor's all strapped into place and a pack of supplies hangs over one shoulder - he's about to leave again. Your heart kicks into overdrive, fingers shaking when they clasp the sides of his face. "I always come back safe, dear." He reminds you, that easy grin on his face. "Do you not trust me out there without you?" "I'd feel quite a bit better if I were at your side." You admit, staring pointedly at the sword slung across his back. "We do work well together." He agrees, a kiss planted on your cheek before he stands. "But you're the Harbinger, you have more important duties." Of course you did - your duties included paperwork and worrying, both of which were beginning to wear on your nerves.

You can't fault poor Cicero for his inexperience - he spent far too many years alone, no one but the Night Mother to keep him company. Isolation had changed him, left him lacking the knowledge many others took for granted. Of course you love him, you'd fallen head over heels for the fool and never looked back, but your relationship didn't come without it's own trials. He'd never learned the common things to do in a relationship; little things many couples did like dates were nonexistent and he had no clue how a normal relationship was paced. Falling for each other was easy, why hold back? Why not go all the way? It didn't help that his relationship with the other assassins was strained at best - some were friendly, others shut him out entirely. You were the only one he could turn to, the only one willing to share a meal and a laugh with your beloved Keeper. "Listener, will you teach poor Cicero how to love you?" He coos, gently combing the hair away from your face. Your first instinct is to refuse, to tell him that it's too much - but the peaceful smile melts your heart. "I want to love you the right way."

Often, you find yourself what Mercer likes more - being with you or keeping secrets from you. He omits things that don't even matter which only heightens your anxiety on the topic; if he's willing to lie about something as trivial as who went on what job or which client he's meeting with, what else could he be hiding from you? You tell yourself that it's nothing, just a survival trait he's picked up over the decades of leading the Thieves Guild, but it's impossible to ignore. He doesn't seem to enjoy the jealousy it incites within you but you can't quite puzzle out what he gets from it. In the end, it's easier to accept that he merely enjoys keeping secrets. Only the gods knew how long it had been since he'd last opened up to anyone and you were afraid that prying would make him snap shut the little window you've carved out in his heart.

[bauhaus-bae]

You doin TikTok trends to aot men:

(my favs)

Requests are open<3

Ft. The Blonde Brigade (Armin, Reiner, Jean)

No nsfw!! Some affectionate smooches is all and some gut wrenching, toe curling fluff.

Set in the current year!!

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ARMIN ARLERT: Ignore your bf and see what he does<3

“Y/n~” Armin was giddy coming through the door of your home “I brought you snacks and extra blankets!”

You smiled running to greet him at the door “Aww, you didn’t have to bring all this! I told you I could handle it!” He rolls his eyes placing the snacks on the table throwing the blankets on the couch. “Just shut up and accept my kindness, y/n!” He tackles you with a barrage of tickles and kisses until you’re laughing, gasping for air.

What a punk! You needed to get back at him for being so rude with his words, but oh what to do!

Just then you remembered a stupid little video you had seen earlier: You were going to ignore Armin!

That you did, and a little too well if he’d say so himself. Every time he tried to talk to you or grab your attention you went the other way. It was starting to make him mad.

“My love” he spoke in a song-like voice “Why are you being so quiet?”

Silence.

“Y/n. Why are you ignoring me?”

Must resist.

“Ok so I guess you wouldn’t mind if I ate all of your snacks.”

Your head dramatically turned in his direction “Don’t. You. Dare.” He beamed towards you grabbing one by one “Armin!” He giggled handing you one “That’s all you get. You deserve this for ignoring me.”

Your mouth falls wide open as you watch him. Is he being serious right now? Unfortunately, you couldn’t argue because he was right. So instead you ignored him for real.

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Reiner Braun: Kiss your best friend<3

You and Reiner were best friends, practically inseparable all throughout your childhood. So, when you came across a silly little trend you just knew you had to try it out! Especially since it’d help you confess your feelings to him.

“Reiner!” He looked in your direction his face unmoving. Most people would think he’s a jerk but, he’s just a little more private with his feelings, especially about his friends. He wouldn’t want you getting hurt now would he?

The two of you met up as usual going on about anything and everything until you ended up at his house, in his room, on his bed, watching TikTok cuddled up together. Your heads were put together you curled up by his side as he held the phone. He was currently laughing at some video of a cat arguing with its owner or something.

You seized the opportunity and brought your lips to his.

He was still for a moment before gently grabbing onto the back of your neck pulling you closer towards him. It was almost like a hungry animal.

“Y/n..” he breathily whispered “Reiner..”

He was holding onto you like his life depended on it. “I’m going to kiss you again is that’s ok..” you were a flustered mess nodding your head yes.

It was definitely ok.

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Jean Kirstein: Calling him bro<3

You were currently sat in your room upstairs waiting on your bf, Jean, to come home. You had been together for 4 years today and wanted to do something special, it was your anniversary after all.

He told you to wait and close your eyes when he came in so you knew it’d be a surprise.

“Honey,” he yelled through the door “I’m home!”

You held your hand over your eyes waiting for him to meet you upstairs “Can I open them now?” He laughed saying yes.

You opened your eyes only to be met with the most beautiful bouquet of pinky-red flowers covered in glitter.

“Babe..” he blushed pushing them further in your direction “Happy four years my love, I bought one for every day I realized how lucky I was to be in your life, to call you mine.”

You were behind tears, you couldn’t function. How did you end up with such a sweet man?

Better question is, how did he end up with such a troublesome girl?

“Oh my god bro, you’re so sweet!” He stops in his tracks raising a brow, maybe it just slipped. “I also got you this-” he stops pilling a mini bouquet of your favorite plush’s from behind the bigger bouquet.

“Thanks bro, I can’t believe you did all this!”

He clicked his tongue holding the bouquets over the railing of the stairs, you done made him mad.

“Girl stop playin, call me bro again” he sent you a playful glare almost begging you to say it “I bet you won’t”

Luckily, his girlfriend was just the cutest little thing ever!

“Bro you don’t have— NO!” He pretends to drop the flowers off the staircase laughing as your face twists to one of horror. “Jean, you asshole!”

He laughs walking towards your room setting the flowers on the bed “Oh darling you started it!”

You just laughed pulling him into a hug “You’re lucky I like you..bro.” He scoffed squeezing you tighter.

“I’ll fix that ‘bro’ situation later, for now let’s go to dinner.”

It’s safe to say dinner was great and you didn’t get thrown off the balcony of your house.

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[heartsforvin]

Reader kiss kissing vin w/o making the sound lol and he's like but baby that doesn't count as a kiss if you don't make a sound and then he like ticked you until you give him a real kiss lol idk…

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8SoDBhJ/<-iffit

didn't make sense lol

ps I love your writing so so so so much!

FAKE KISSES

this is so cute !! i hope you like it !! <3

paining; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; none that i can think of, just fluff <3

summary; you give vinnie ‘fake’ kisses, only to be met with a tickle fight until you give him real ones

you sat in the living room of vinnie’s shared home with his roommates, scrolling on tiktok while you waited for him to finish up whatever had him occupied upstairs.

as you scrolled through the videos, you came across one of this couple.

the tiktok was essentially about ‘fake’ kisses. the girl would kiss her boyfriend without making the sound that usually comes with kissing someone.

then, the boyfriend would tell his girlfriend that what she was doing wasn’t really classified as kissing.

you thought it was a funny thing to do to vinnie, considering how much he enjoys kissing you.

“hey vin,” you smile at your boyfriend as he makes his way down the stairs. “everything good?”

he smiled at you with a nod followed by it, sitting down next to you on the couch. the pulled you in by your waist, kissing your cheek.

“all good. just needed to get hera’s litter cleaned up and fill her food bowl.” he explained.

“whatcha watchin’?” he asked, leaning over to see tiktok up on your phone.

you shut your phone off and grab the tv remote that sat on the coffee table. “nothin’ just tiktoks, you ready to start the movie?”

with a nod to his head, vinnie pulls you in closer, cuddling up to you as the two of you watch the movie.

about ten minutes in, you decide to start messing with him. you really do want to give him a proper kiss, so you thought now would be a good time.

you turn to face him, vinnie’s gaze still fixated on the tv as you do. leaning into his cheek, you press your lips against him, pulling away without a sound.

you do that a few more times until vinnie finally notices and asks. “what are you doing?”

with a furrow to your eyebrow you give him a questioning look. “can’t i kiss you?” you ask him.

vinnie gives you a goofy smile. “yeah, a real kiss. what you’re doing is just giving me fake ones.” he informs.

“fake?” you reply with a gasp, making your boyfriend laugh at how dramatic you’re being. “how is it fake?”

“you have to make the noise, then it’s not fake.” he tells you, making you laugh with a shake to your head.

you kiss his cheek again, the same way you did it all the times before. when you pull away, vinnie grabs your face and pulls you in.

he kisses you with so much passion you can’t help but smile into his lips. the two of you pull apart and you hear the sound he was talking about.

“see,” he tells you, looking at you with so much admiration, he runs his finger along your bottom lip. “that was a real kiss.”

you roll your eyes and lean into him again, kissing his cheek how you have been this entire time.

pulling away, you see vinnie stand up from his seat, making you nervous, as if you upset him.

before you can muster a word out, the boy tackles you and starts tickling you until you’re nothing but a fit of laughter.

“vin,” you try to say his full name but only half of it comes out, you’re laughing too hard to muster out the remainder of his name.

“gimme a real one or i’m not gonna stop!” he exclaims as he has you squirming under him in a fit of giggles.

he adores your laugh and loves when he’s the one to bring it out of you.

you say nothing, continuing to be in this tickle fight with your boyfriend. as much as your body hurts from laughing so much, you’re absolutely loving this moment with the boy.

about five minutes later you finally get him to stop. sitting up, you try and catch your breath the best you can before giving him a goofy smile.

when vinnie isn’t looking, you grab his face in your hands and give him a proper kiss like he’s been wanting.

“that’s better, thank you, baby.” he says once the two of you pull away.

you smile and hit his arm playfully. “you’re lucky i kissed you at all, hacker.” you say, making vinnie gasp.

he places his hand on his chest, acting dramatic. “take that back!” he exclaims, pushing your shoulder.

shaking your head, you get up and walk away, heading to the kitchen. vinnie follows you, and catches you off guard by grabbing your waist and spinning you around to face him.

you wrap your hands around his neck while his go to your waist. “you know i love you, v.” you tell him, kissing him softly.

he kisses you back with just as much passion before pulling apart from you and saying. “i love you more.”

i hope you liked this !! i really enjoyed writing it, it was so cute <33

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[stuniolvs]

sing to me?

christopher sturniolo

summary.) you have a bad day at work and you want chris to sing to you

warnings.) annoying people, description of tangled hair, and use of y/n (once).

you sighed glancing up at the clock of the office that you worked at realizing you still had an hour and a half left of work.

your boyfriend, chris, had suggested that you came over after work and of course you agreed, but now you felt like you didn’t even have enough energy to walk to your car.

it was one of those days where everything sucked.

your head was pounding, your boss had yelled at you, your hair was tangled, and you just overall felt like shit.

and of course on the day you felt like shit you had work and your boyfriend had left early in the morning meaning you never saw him today.

“y/n” your boss kelly yelled “what’s up kelly?” you asked giving her your best fake smile. “you need to stay late, amanda has to leave early” she said then quickly turned around back to her office.

of course she let her favorite leave early and not me who has been here for almost 10 hours.

sorry gotta stay late 6:45 pm

you texted chris quickly so kelly didn’t yell at you again.

once 8:30 pm rolled around you were finally free. you stood up and almost fell over but luckily you made it to your car.

on the drive home you drove in silence and at the first red light everything came crashing down. tears started streaming down your face as you tried to pull a hair tie out of your tangled hair.

you sigh and decide to just give it up to the tangles and drive back to chris’.

as you enter through the door chris tackles you in a hug. as he does so he immediately notices the wet feeling on his chest. he pulls you back. “woah, ma. what’s wrong?” he asks kindly.

“m-my day was so bad. my boss yelled at me and then i had to stay late, i didn’t see you all day, and this fucking hair tie won’t come out of my tangled ass hair!” you sob.

“i’m so sorry baby. do you wanna take a shower and then we can cuddle?” he whispers kissing your nose.

“sure” you sigh.

he places a soft kiss on you lips you quickly kiss back softly moving your lips in sync. you pull back “i love you ma.” “i love you chris.”

after your shower you step out wearing chris’ tshirt and your sweat pants.

as you look up at chris you find him laying on the bed, with soft music playing in the background, holding your hair brush.

“c’mere” he whispers. you smile and plop down in between his legs. “okay im gonna try to be carful but this might hurt.”

“chris, i can do it myself. you don’t half to-“

he cuts you off “ i know honey, i want to do it, just relax,” he speaks.

you lean back into his chest as he smoothly brushes your hair.

the music in he background makes you have an idea. “chris?” you ask “hmm?” he replies

“can you sing to me?”

”whatever you want ma” he whispers.

he starts softly singing as he finishes up brushing your hair. you turn around and stuff your face into his chest as he continues to sing.

“you have a beautiful voice chris” you whisper lightly. “thank you baby so do you.” he says smiling.

chris keeps singing untill you fall asleep, “love you ma.” he sighs into your hair.

bad days are always that, bad. but a bad day can turn into a good one if you want it to. and chris just happens to love helping you repair your bad days and your always very grateful for that.