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mellowyellow236 · 2 months ago

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How would the TWST boys act when they had a crush on the Reader/Yuu?

All are meant to be interpreted as romantic except for Ortho, who is a wingman for his brother in his part. Some characters might be a bit OOC. Reader is GN but will be referred to as pretty/beautiful. Minor TW for Rollo having yandere tendencies.

If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave an ask or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants :) Everything is under the cut

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts -

Not the best person to have liking you.

He’s not mean or anything he just... Has no idea what to do with himself at any time.

And it’s very obvious.

He thinks that if he’s very, very specific about you following the rules, you’ll praise him and thus that’ll mean you’ll like him.

He’s… Trying his best.

“Off With Your Head!” You felt the metal clamp around your neck as you heard the echo of the words. Turning around, you saw the small redhead with his hands on his hips, face already flushing. He grabbed the drink you were holding, the surface of the coffee moving as he pulled away. “On a Tuesday, one can only drink lemon tea past 3:14 in the afternoon!” He huffed, before using his free hand to pull you away. “If you don’t know the rules, I’ll just have to teach them to you. Come on, there’s some tea in the garden. I have a book of rules I could read to you.”

Trey Clover -

He’s housewife material, he’ll bake for you

“Any boy can be babygirl but it takes a man to be a single mother” vibes

I never know what to say to him he’s just a normal person who likes cooking

On a complete side note if you ever go to NYC, go to Alice’s Tea Cup. It’s this tea house that’s kind of close to Broadway, at least last time I went pre-COVID, and it’s so good. I have the recipe book from there and the pumpkin scones are the best.

You walked into the Hearslabyul kitchen, smiling at the smell of apple pie. Trey was baking, and the dish had just come out of the oven. He smiled, but then slapped your hand away when you tried to grab it. “Not yet, it needs to cool first. If you really want something to eat, we have leftover blueberry scones in the fridge.” He said, looking away to get the serving plate. You touched it anyway, pulling back as you burned yourself. He looked at you and sighed, taking you by the arm to get an ice cube on it. “Burnt hand teaches best, I suppose... It shouldn’t be that bad of a burn. If it gets any worse, I’ll put some cream on it...” He said, before kissing the burn. “And a get-well-soon kiss, of course.”

Cater Diamond -

He’s a silly boy, but also an angsty one

If he genuinely likes you, he’d probably try really, really hard to be the “perfect guy”

And also to try to hide how into you he is because he’s scared you’ll leave him

Those moments when his guard drops are probably the sweetest, though

“Ah, that was fun! Well, Cay-cay’s all yours for the rest of the day. What do you wanna do now?” Cater said, having just turned off his livestream. You were behind his phone smiling at him. You were going to recommend getting a drink at the Monstro lounge, but saw how tired he was. He smiled at you when you asked to just hang out with him at home. “You do, huh? Well, there’s a new movie we could watch.” When you raised an eyebrow, asking if it was for Magicam, he just chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. A remake of an old classic. I want to watch it with you. I’m sure that you’d be able to make anything good, just by being there.”

Ace Trapolla & Deuce Spade-

They’re together because I feel like you can’t make one fall for you without the other. It’s a ‘buy one get one free’ deal.

Ace would be a nightmare to have in love with you.

He’d try his best to flirt, but mainly through really bad dirty jokes and pickup lines.

Or, by inserting himself into your life as much as possible in an attempt to force himself into a place of importance for you

Duece, on the other hand, would be an angel.

He attempts to be an old-fashioned gentleman, like holding open doors and getting you flowers.

Are those roses from Heartslabyul’s garden? Maybe. Just don’t snitch on him to Riddle.

You weren't entirely sure how you got yourself into hiding in a cabinet with Ace and Duece, but here you were, avoiding the Riddle currently screaming his head off about how someone had stolen the roses currently in your arms. You had a hand over Duece’s mouth as he muttered apologies, trying to get him to shut up, before Ace leaned in and whispered “Hey, Prefect?” You gave him a look, to which he said, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see!” He asked, voice rising in volume as he tried not to laugh, to which Duece slapped him on the arm and cried, “Don’t be so loud! You’re going to get us caught!” Ace only laughed harder, until the door to the cabinet opened. You took a dash out of there with your roses, the two bumbling baffoons behind you, the yelling housewarden already collaring them.

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar -

He’s a fun man

Well, not really, but his attempts are very fun for Ruggie.

He’ll just drag you away and force you to cuddle with him.

You’ll probably end up cutting class, but do you really care when it’s with the clingy lion man?

Throwing money at you with no regard to the amount he gives or the reason he does it is the other attempt.

If he can prove that he’s better at taking care of you than the lizard, he can win this round.

And get a better lover than his brother, but that’s the secondary goal.

You were just walking in the garden when you felt someone trip you, causing you to land half in a bush. Before you could turn around to tell off the person responsible, they grabbed your waist and pulled you to them on the floor. “It’s nap time, Herbivore. Shut up and let me sleep.” When you told him that he was the one who invited you here and you’d have to skip your next class to stay, he just huffed and rolled his eyes at you, pushing a pouch in your hand. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you’ll be like that, take this and you can get whatever you want in your lunch period. Fair deal if you’ll stay.”

Ruggie Bucchi -

Would never ask you out on a date, he’s scared.

The best treatment that you get before he’s sure you’re not going to be mean to him is that he doesn’t pawn your gifts off for cash.

Afterward, he’ll be a bit more affectionate

Maybe even give you some of his food...

Also, hyena courting stuff; Shadowing a potential partner, taking a step forward and then taking a step back, and other stuff like that.

You heard the laughing of the beastman before you were able to see his face. He had been following you around for most of the day, but every time he’d take a few steps forward, he’d taken a few back after a second. Now, though, he had his head on your shoulder. “Hello, Prefect. Look what I got!” He said, showing you a donut he had probably gotten from Sam’s. “You want a bite?” He asked, when you nodded and took a bite he bit onto the other end, giggling away. “What, was that really enough to fluster you, Prefect? Shishishi, I should try doing this to you again.”

Jack Howl -

Jack asks you outright if you feel the same way he does, especially if you two are friends.

Finally! A confession!

He doesn’t want to make your friendship weird, so he wants to tell you that it’s happened and either find a way to get over you or have a happy relationship.

Very much “Worst they can say is no, best they can say is yes” kind of man

Aside from that, very loyal and sweet to you before he realizes that he likes you

Also, a pinch of an old-fashioned gentleman in him

Jack had called you out earlier that day to go on an evening walk with him, and so here you were. You were in the mountains, walking at a fairly slow pace. You neared a big tree as the sun set, and Jack took a deep breath. He took your hand, ears on high alert and tail looking undecided between if it wanted to cower beneath his legs or wag excitedly, and said, “Prefect, I like you very much. Please go on a date with me.”

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto -

Oh no

He has two moods when it comes to the person he likes; Annoyingly showoffish and annoyingly terrified of you.

Somehow, it’s sometimes both.

He would talk very loudly about how well he was doing as a businessman his contracts and how much money he’d made.

And then you touch him and he just stops functioning.

“Oh, look, Jade! Another new high this month! We might even be able to expand!” He cried, glancing at you again and again. This had been happening every time you visited Monstro Lounge; A song and dance of Azul fishing for compliments that he seemed to hate, if him leaving the room every time you complimented him had anything to say about it. This time, you grabbed his wrist as you spoke, telling him how he was doing a very good job. You watched him turn a shade of red and blue, stiffening up as he muttered out a response. “Thank you... I will keep your response in mind.” The moment you let him go, Jade stepped in to talk to you as the octopus-mer ran away once more.

Jade Leech -

As the more put together of the two moray eels here, he gets the ‘classier’ side of the coin.

Moray courting rituals of wrapping together is often described as a dance, so he’ll try to dance with you.

Aside from that, I can see him subtly teasing you about yawning in front of him, even if you don’t understand why.

And feeding you plenty of mushroom dishes.

You were stuffed, that was for sure. Jade had invited you to Octavinelle a while ago, and now you were here, eating various mushroom dishes like your life depended on it. He was smiling, another one placed in front of you. “A shiitake and crab stir fry is next. Surely, you have room for more?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. He chuckled when you yawned, “Isn’t it a bit late in the season for that?” When you asked what he meant, he only shook his head and brought a filled fork to your lips. “Fufu. Just focus on eating for now, Prefect.”

Floyd Leech -

Hehe funny unhinged eel man

Moray eels like to cuddle, so prepare to be squeezed by him

Also, yawning or ‘gaping’ (Opening his mouth really wide) at you.

Honestly, I don’t have a lot of thoughts on him, he’s just a silly little guy.

“Shrimpy!” You heard cried behind you, Floyd flopping himself over you from behind. He yawned and pushed his head over your shoulder as he spread himself over you so his weight was all on you to hold up. “Whatcha doing?” He asked, smiling at you. Once you answered that you were on your way to class, he frowned, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you like a cat. “That’s boring! Common, Shrimpy, we’re going to find something fun to do!”

Scarabia:

Kalim Al-Asim -

For Kalim, I feel as if the second he knows he likes you, you will know he likes you because he’ll tell you outright.

Before he knows he likes you, everyone else will know he likes you.

Running up to you at every opportunity, constantly complimenting you, talking about you to everyone who will listen, etc.

Much like the other rich kids who aren’t used to being genuinely wanted for themselves and not their money in this school, Kalim will throw expensive gifts at you in an attempt to gain your favor.

“Prefect!!” You heard someone shout, running at you from across the field of the flying lesson you were in. “There you are! I’ve got something for you!” He said, smiling all the while. He kissed you on the cheek, and then reached into his bag, pulling out a golden bracelet. Before you had time to refuse, because it was the middle of a class where it could easily be lost or because of the outrageous price tag, he spoke up. “And now we match! Just like twins, see?” He had kept his ones on this time, and you couldn’t help but smile as he was beaming up at you.

Jamil Viper -

Jamil might not be able to show off often, but he does try to do so for you.

You’re busy and can’t cook? He’ll get you some food!

You’ve torn a hole in your gym clothes? He’s got a sewing kit on him!

Your homework is about to kill your GPA because Crewel seems to hate having breaks? He’s your guy!

All in all, he attempts to woo you like a mixture of a 1950s housewife and the stereotype of tutor love interests in media.

“-And that’s how to make a basic healing tonic. Any questions?” He asked. When you shook your head, he gave a small smile. “That’s good. I’ll help you clean up in here, and then I’ve got something for you back at Scarabia.” His hand brushed yours as he helped you clear up the papers that had been scattered around as you studied. “You mentioned wanting to try foods from the scalding sands, so I got a bunch of ingredients. I’ll make you a wonderful meal if you’d like.”

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit -

Much like Riddle, you must deal with him being much more annoying as soon as he likes you.

Just this time, he’s annoying you about your self-care.

You don’t take multi-hour spa baths in the crummy bath at Ramshackle? Well, now you do at the much better baths in Pomefiore every week.

You don’t have a skincare routine that takes up half your morning? Yes, you do.

You will never be in better condition physically but he will continue finding new ways to push you.

He does it out of love because he wants you to always look and feel your best.

You opened the door to Ramshackle, looking at a mildly annoyed Vil. He grabbed you before you could protest, leading you away from your dorm. “Come on, Potato. I’m taking you to Pomefiore, and you’re going to get a makeover.” When you asked why, the third year just rolled his eyes. “You have bags under your eyes, and they seem to be from lack of sleep or stress, if your appearance when you came here was anything to say about it. So, I’m getting you a spa day and will teach you how to take care of yourself better. If you still can’t, I’ll just have to take you for spa time more often.”

Rook Hunt -

Rook is a walking love letter.

Constantly waxing poetics, and talking about how beautiful you are.

You forget something at home and the next thing you know you’ve got an arrow shot next to you and whatever you need as well as a heartfelt note is in a pouch tied to it.

And he’s just... There.

All the time.

He’s in your walls.

You sighed, having forgotten your potions textbook for the third time this week. Truly, your memory was your own worst- What was that? A thud had come from right next to you; An arrow with a paper gift bag tied onto it through a deep purple ribbon had been shot into a tree, going right past your head. When you looked into it, there was your missing textbook, as well as a note from the giver. ‘Dearest Trickster, it is a wonder to be in your presence. I do ask, please grace me with those eyes to my face. If only I had those, I would be happy to deliver you your books for the rest of my life.’ When you looked around, you saw him; The third year excitedly waving at you from the rooftop of the school.

Epel Felmeir -

He tries so hard to show you how awesome cool and manly he is.

Has the same vibes as a child showing their parents how good they are at sports.

“Hey Mom, look!” *Kicks a soccer ball and falls flat on his face*

He’s doing the best he can with the skills he has, give the little guy some credit

“Hey, Prefect! Did ya see that goal I made at the end?” Epel said, having just finished a Spelldrive game. He had come up to you as soon as he was done, and you smiled at him, nodding and telling him that he had done well. He puffed his chest out at that, looking like the cat who got the cream. “Of course I did! I’ll even give ya a ride on my broom after our next practice, so you can see what it looks like when ya playing. That’s be fun, right?” He said, smiling at you widely.

Ignihyde:

Idia Shroud -

Scared boy

Very, very scared boy

He will try to run from you any time he’s nearby.

If you manage to corner him, expect him to be very flustered.

Maybe you’ll get a sentence or two out of him if you keep trying...

Idia had been avoiding you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. So here you were, using the key card ortho gave you to work your way into the room of the hermit. He was hunched over his desk, eyes closed and breathing steady. His monitor was on, so when you walked over, you took the mouse out from him and went to save in his game before you closed it out. He stirred, muttering as he opened his eyes, “One more round, Orthohmysevenitsyouohimsorryicangonow!” He bolted straight up, hair flaming pink as he pushed the swirly chair back and ran out of his own room.

Ortho Shroud -

His big brother’s best wingman

Will come up to you and talk about how great his brother is

If needed, pulls up diagrams and chats like he’s giving a PowerPoint presentation on his brother’s ability to date you

“Prefect!” You heard a shout, the younger Shroud brother coming up to you. “I have something that you must see! You are aware of my brother’s affection for you, correct?” When you shook your head, he smiled, pulling up a presentation on his iPad. “That makes this much more difficult, but very well! As you can see here, one’s heartbeat increases when one meets with the object of one’s affections. This can be caused by a flight or fight response, which my brother does not usually suffer from when over a call with another. However, when your voice is there, his heart rate spikes dramatically! This means that I have reason to believe that he is in love with you. In this presentation, I will-”

Diasonia:

Malleus Dracona -

He is going to try to woo you with gems

And probably other dragon-courting rituals

I think that out of the beastmen and fae, he understands the least that you don’t get their courting rituals.

By the name he realizes that you don’t think you’re dating he’s already picked out the names of your kids.

“Child of Man?” You heard the familiar voice of Hornton call out to you in your garden. You smiled, turning around to face him. “It’s nice to see you again. I have a gift for you.” He said, holding out a golden necklace with emeralds sprinkled in. When you tried to refuse the gift, saying it was too expensive to get ‘just because’ he only shook his head and put it around your neck. “All the stars in the sky would be too little to give you, and every jewel in my horde pales in comparison to your beauty. If only you wear this, then you will surely compare to my father when you take your place at my side. Although, I believe you already do in both appearance and wit.”

Lilia Vanrouge -

Old fae bat man

He flirts with you, but it ends up being either too old-timey or too fae for you to understand

For the old-timey side; According to Wikipedia, “Gifts accompanied courtship in the form of a man proving coins, trinkets or clothing to the woman he is trying to woo.” So, he gets you various gifts, like coins, jewelry that he has, and whatever else you’re interested in.

I assume that because he’s such a long-lived fae, they range from ‘I found this stone in the garden’ to ‘Here’s a 1000-year-old artifact capable of destroying the world if you hold onto it wrong’

For the fae side; Male bats court by making various noises (screaming, honking, singing), flicking their wings/showing off how good they are at flying, and grooming the other party. I’m interpreting this as singing to you, playing with your hair, and trying to impress you in flight class.

Also, him humming old love songs to you and playing with your hair I can’t-

Lilia was sitting next to you on the couch, as you flipped through various movies on the television he had in his room. You were in his arms, with his hands in your hair, braiding wherever he could get enough hair to do so. “Hey, Beastie?” He chuckled as you sighed at the lack of familiar movies. “I really do care for you quite a bit. Also, there’s this one Halloween movie that came out a year or two ago. Terror is Trending, or something. We could watch that.” He laughed again and started humming. It seemed to be a classical piece. When you asked what he was singing, he said “Dichterliebe, Robert Schumann’s Op. 48., movement 11.” He smiled at you, and then laughed at your confusion. “Just put the movie on already, Beastie.”

Silver “Vanrouge” -

The meeting scene from Sleeping Beauty

That’s it, that’s my idea

Due to the lack of inspiration, he gets a slightly longer drabble, though?

You were walking in the woods, pausing at a shallow river, singing to yourself. It wasn’t long until you heard a horse trotting towards you. You turned to face it, and Silver smiled as you did. “It’s nice to see you again, Prefect.” He said, getting off his horse to stand next to the river with you. He looked at you, gently humming the same tune as you were. He reached a hand out to pull you in, one hand in yours and the other on your waist. “Do you know how to dance?” He asked, already starting the movements. When you shook, your head, he laughed, spinning you around. “I’ll teach you. Copy my movements, but backward... 1 2 3, 1 2 3...” He started to dance with you, slowly going from repeating the pattern to singing lightly. He was softly smiling, staring at you even as your eyes were focused on your feet. However, it didn’t take long before his horse seemed to tire of this, pushing the two of you in. “Samson!” Silver cried out, now soaking wet and a bit banged up from shielding you from the fall. “And after I promised you an extra bucket of oats to come out here... No carrots for you tonight.” He spoke, looking at you as you asked him why he had done so. Silver only smiled and responded, “There was something strange about you, and I heard your voice earlier. You’re almost too beautiful to be real. I thought it was some mysterious being, a wood sprite or a fae. Truly lovely either way.”

Sebek Zigvolt -

He tries to protect you like the knight that he aspires to be

He will infodump to you about Malleous or Brair Valley or something else of the sort if you let him

Also, he’s half fae, which means fae/crocodile courting rituals.

Crocodiles mainly bump snouts as far as I can tell, so expect many boops from him.

Also, piggyback rides and playful nips if you get close enough to him

“And that is why Wakasama is the greatest mage in our time!” Sebek finished, still carrying you around the school. When you tried again to tell him it wasn’t needed, Sebek scoffed. “Foolish Human! You said that your leg was tired after running in flight class, and so you must rest your legs lest you injure yourself!” He said, bopping his nose against yours. “Besides, you must know by now that as a friend of Wakasama, it is my job to defend you as I would him! In not doing so, I would be committing a sin worse than just letting you walk by yourself! As such, I will accompany you to and from class from now on. Be grateful, Human!”

RSA+NBC:

Che’nya -

Che’nya will try to pull as many pranks on you as he can

Appearing in random places, taking little things from you, and other things showing up in random places you never put them.

All around being a little menace and trying to make your daily life as annoying as possible

You sighed, looking towards the floating smile next to you. It laughed, as you held up the empty pencil case, asking it how he expected you to be able to do your homework now. He only chuckled, the rest of his head and shoulders appearing. “Stay pawsitive, Prefect! No need to be so catty!” You rolled your eyes, to which the boy simply snickered and rubbed his head against your cheek. “Come on, my puns are purrfect!” He pulled a pencil out of seemingly thin air, letting you take it from him. “And I’ve got plenty of pens back at RSA if you’d like to take a weekend trip to see me.”

Neige Leblanche - Kinda angsty, but not much

He’s a sweet guy first and foremost, and his having a crush on you reflects that.

He buys you flowers, takes you on walks in nature, romantic stuff like that.

Maybe watching cheesy old movies with you and cuddling

He wants to be your friend before he dates you, though, and won’t make a move until after you can see what life would be like if you were dating him considering how famous he is.

He needs to make sure that you’re comfortable with the fame you’ll gain, and that you love him for more than just his popularity.

Neige sighed, biting his lower lips. He was situated in your arms on the floor of his dorm room, what you’d define as a cheesy romcom on the TV. The most interesting part was the man going through his DM’s next to you. He snuggled into you a bit more as you asked him what was wrong, to which he said “Just... Hate comments and stuff. They’re really mean sometimes. Saying stuff...” He took a deep breath again, and melted against you. “Thank you for treating me like I’m a normal person. It means... So much to me. I... Care for you so much.”

Rollo Flamme - Rollo's got yandere tendency's

Unfortunately, I can in no way see Rollo having a light crush on anyone

For him, I imagine it’s an ‘all or nothing’ situation

So, you’ll end up with a very obsessive and objectively evil wizard trying to win your heart by any means necessary

But this is not the post for that, so he’s getting toned down to fit into a little drabble

“Mon amour, how are you feeling?” Rollo asked you, coming into the area that you were lying in. You had been resting in the infirmary since coming back from the destruction he caused, and he sat on the edge of the bed. You turned away from him, closing your eyes and saying that you had no desire to speak to him. Rollo sighed, “Please, my dear? I am begging you, just talk to me.” You shook your head, but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles anyway. “Then I will wait for you to want to speak to me again. However, I do ask that it be soon. I cannot imagine my life without you, my dear angel, and I do not intend to live without you forever.”

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dixonsbrat · 3 months ago

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𖥔 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𖥔

"promise m’somethin'?" daryl's voice is groggy as the morning sun begins to trickle in through the window. one hand wrapped firmly around your waist as the other runs idle shapes across your face.

you hum in acknowledgment, leaning into his chest, not really wanting to break the silence you had built between you both.

“promise that if anythin’ ever gets real bad, you’ll run.” he doesn’t say it as a question. no. he makes it a statement. he wants you to know how serious he is about it.

you peel your face from his chest to look up at him, his light eyes finding yours immediately in the ill-litted room. there’s a steeliness to them that you’d never seen before, but something far beyond just the depths of his seriousness. there was fear.

“daryl-“ you begin to speak, managing to get nothing out but his name before he shakes his head.

“need ya to promise.” he says it more stern now.

there’s a beat of silence, his eyes scanning your face, trying to gather any information on the answer you’re going to give him. his hope lingers in the air as your fingers run across his skin, like kisses from a ghost, as you reach to touch his cheek.

he instinctively leans into the touch. a fault of his. always craving your touch, no matter the circumstances.

then you shake your head and his heart plummets in his chest. his brain working to come up with a reason but your words overpower his own before he has a chance.

“there’s nothing in this world that will ever make me run anywhere that isn’t straight to you. and you can argue with me all you want, tell me that it’s for my own safety, but i don’t care.”

he’s silent for a second before he speaks, but his voice is small, a whisper in the wind, “please.”

you take in a deep breath, your chest pressed flush to his side as you tangle your fingers with his, “daryl, you can’t ask me to do that.”

“s’why i ain’t askin,” he grumbles, his voice gruff compared to your calm tone. “i need ya safe. i need ya alive.”

you can’t help but stifle a small huff of laughter at his stubbornness, your hand pulling his towards your mouth as you press a soft kiss against his knuckle. you can feel his breathing relax a little at the gesture and you look back up at him in the bed.

“when are you going to get it through your thick skull that this world isn’t worth surviving unless i’m surviving it with you.”

his breathing falters, eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and desire. he still count fathom the fact that anyone could ever care for him, love him, the way you do, but hearing you say that you wouldn’t want to be in this world if it wasn’t with him… it makes his heart swell and ache at the same time.

“y’can’t think like that,” he shakes his head but it’s you who cuts him off this time, pressing your finger to his mouth.

“i can, and i will,” you nod. “if i lose you… i lose everything. i’m not going to let that willingly happen.”

he doesn’t know how to respond, his words getting caught in his throat. he knew you were stubborn, much like him, but he also knew how devoted you were to those you loved, and it confused him every day how lucky he was that he got to be one of those people.

he just nods, knowing there was no point in arguing, “a’ight. a’ight.” his voice is a shaky, but it doesn’t let up just how affected he was by your words, and he pulls your head back to his chest, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

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hugsandharrystyles · 6 months ago

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Pathetic

Summary: Harry is pathetic, whipped, and an asshole.

Word Count: 2k+

(SMUT so beware.)

"Just give me one more chance."

"I gave you about twenty chances, Harry," You argue. You both have been broken up for about two months now. Harry has a bad habit of breaking up with you when he feels it gets too serious and then begging his way back into your heart at some lame frat party a few weeks later. You finally became exhausted of the cycle and realized you didn't want to be in a relationship with someone like that. Harry didn't take your final break-up well at all because he finally understood you were done with his antics. He's been in a constant state of panic ever since.

"Please, Y/N. I won't- I won't dick around again. I'm a fucking idiot. Just- baby, please," He's spluttering as he corners you into a wall of his dingy frat house. The music is blaring, and people are dancing everywhere you look.

"Yeah, you've said that every time, and I'm not buying it," you say with a mundane tone. You love Harry more than anything, but you can't give him the satisfaction in knowing that. He practically whines and cages you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, his face resting against your shoulder. You roll your eyes at his pathetic behavior.

"Please, please, please," He begs, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly. You huff in annoyance.

"I hope you know you're acting pathetic right now," you tell him, and he whimpers in your shoulder, nodding his head against you. "Harry, look at me," you say, and he drags his head up. His eyes are clouded over, and his hands rest on your hips, lips in an eternal pout. "I'm not going to date you again because you're an awful boyfriend." His jaw slightly drops, and you swear you see tears well in his eyes. "But-" you begin, reaching up to caress his cheek and wipe a fallen tear, "I'll let you fuck me one more time since that's all you wanted from me anyway, huh?" You ask condescendingly.

"No- No, Y/N, please. You have to know that's not true-" His spluttering is cut off by your lips on his.

"This isn't going to happen if you keep talking," You whisper against his lips. His mouth slips open, and he dips his tongue into your mouth, massaging his against yours. The make out is sloppy and wet, and by the time you pull away, you're both panting and have red cheeks. You take his hand in yours and pull him to the closest bathroom. You lock the door behind you and pop yourself up on the counter.

"We can't go to my room?" Harry asks in a small voice.

"Fuck no. I don't know who you've had in there since me," you say, your voice heavy with disgust as you pull him between your legs and start kissing at his neck. His hands rest against your thighs, squeezing and pawing at them as he shakes his head.

"I swear there hasn't been anyone since you," He promises and moans when you start sucking at his skin.

"As much as I want to believe that we both know the slut you've been in the past," you say and pat his chest. He glares at you before smashing his lips against yours and yanking down your top, so your breasts spill out. He grips and pinches your tits, making you moan into his mouth. His disconnects his mouth from yours to suck at your nipples. Your hand comes to cradle the back of his head as your other hand rubs at your clit through your underwear.

"Let me," he says and goes to put his hands on your pussy, but you stop him.

"No, you can just fuck me," you say breathlessly. "You don't deserve anything else." He nods his head in pitiful agreement and begins to unzip his jeans and pull himself out of his boxers. Your eyes shine at the big dick you've been missing, and you bite your lip to hold back your smile. You spit into your hand before reaching down to jerk him off a bit. His hips stutter into your hand and his jaw drops as a guttural moan spills out. "Geez, you're sensitive," you laugh.

"Wanna fuck you," He whines and thrusts into your hand.

"Alright, c'mon, big boy," you tell him and part your legs further, scooting farther down the counter, so your pussy is perfectly lined up with his dick. He slides himself over your pussy to get himself wet, his face twisting in pleasure at the subtle contact, and you can't not laugh at his piteous behavior.

As soon as he's about to stick his tip in, you stop him.

"Wait," you say and shove at his hip. He pouts but stills himself. "Get a condom," you tell him, and his jaw drops in betrayal.

"But- we never used a condom- ever!" He complains, his eyebrows sewn together in annoyance.

"Well, we are now. I don't trust where your dick has been," you tell him, and his jaw drops.

"This isn't fair! C'mon, Y/N, I've gone along with your games all night, and baby, please, I love you so much. I haven't been with anyone else. You're the only one for me-"

"Harry, it's a condom or nothing," you command, and he basically whimpers at your unwavering attitude.

"Okay," he agrees meekly and reaches into his pocket to pull out a condom. Your jaw drops, and a laugh falls from your mouth. His eyes question you.

"So, you want me to believe you haven't been with anyone when you had a condom ready in your pocket?" You can't control the laugh that escapes you.

"No! It was Niall, I swear! He- He's been making fun of me because I haven't fucked anyone since you, so right before the party started, he jammed one of these in my pocket, and I forgot to take it out. I swear, Y/N," his eyes are serious, and it does sound like something Niall would do, but the irony is too perfect.

"Yeah, okay, just put it on, Harry," you say with humor lingering in your voice.

"Are you fucking- Here, I'll call Niall right now, and he can tell you," he says and begins to reach for his phone.

"No, Harry, that's so unnecessary!" You laugh and try to grab his phone, but he's already ringing Niall.

"Obviously it's not," he counters, puts the phone on speaker and waits for his friend to pick up.

"Hello?" The familiar Irish accent speaks into the phone.

"Hi, Ni. Have I been with anyone since Y/N?" Harry asks.

"No- what the fuck is going on right now- are you with Y/N?" Niall's confusion is evident through the phone.

"Yeah, hi Niall," you say awkwardly.

"Oh, fucking finally. Y/N, you've got to give my boy Harry another chance. He doesn't stop fucking whining about you, and it's annoying as hell-" Harry hangs up the phone before he could say anything else.

"Well, you see now," Harry says and positions himself at your entrance.

"Just the tip," you tell him, and his brows furrow in confusion.

"Huh?" he asks.

"I don't want you to fuck me all the way," you explain. His jaw ticks, and he slaps his dick against your clit, making you twitch. "Careful," You warn between gritted teeth. He spends some time just rubbing himself in between your pussy lips and catching his head on your tight hole. "C'mon, Harry. I want to get back out to the party."

"You're being so mean," He pouts but pushes his head in, his jaw dropping in pleasure. You push at his hip when his hips thrust a bit farther in.

"You were mean first- fucking remember that," you spit.

"I'm sorry," he whines as he fucks you with the tip of his cock. He reaches down to rub at your clit, and your legs lightly shake at the sensation. Harry knows exactly where every good spot is on your body and where exactly will bring you the most pleasure. "So sorry, baby. I'll be anything for you, I swear," he says all pussy-drunk.

"Too little, t-too late, Harry," you breathe and gasp when he pushes in a bit farther. "Watch it," you warn.

"Please, Y/N," He cries, his hips stalling in an attempt to not cum.

"Oh, you better not be about to fucking cum. We haven't even been going for two minutes, and I didn't even think you'd be able to cum from just the tip," You laugh evilly, and he groans in response.

"Shut up, shut up," he says and presses at your stomach when you try to wiggle on him.

"Fucking loser," You spit and clench down on him.

"You're still letting this loser fuck you, s-so what does that say about you?"

"Shut the fuck up," You moan and shove at his hip, but he barely budges. He fucks his tip in and out of you while lightly slapping your pussy.

"If you want me t-to be a loser, I will, sweetheart. I'll be anything you fucking want. Just- just don't leave me again," He begs and leans down to suck on your tits again. "Mama, please." Harry only uses that nickname for you when he's in a certain headspace, so you understand you need to be softer with him for the time being. He does genuinely seem sorry for his behavior, and he's just so hot he's hard to say no to.

"C'mon, Harry. You can cum," You encourage him, and he shakes his head.

"You- You're gonna leave," He whispers and grasps your hips tightly, stilling the both of you once again. You can't take it this time and instead wrap your legs around his hips and push him into you, so you're pressed tightly together. He practically sobs as he cums, and you fear he's too loud, so you press a hand to his mouth. His arms wrap around your waist to hold you to his body, and you swear his orgasm lasts forever. The sensation brings you close, yourself. Your hand that's not on his mouth comes up to play with his hair.

"Calm down," you say gently into his ear as he breathes heavily. His head sags to your shoulder where he sucks at your neck in a soothing manor. The hand that isn't in his hair now rubs at his back. He tries his best to keep his hips still, but they animalistically shove himself as far in as he can possibly go to lock your bodies together.

"I love you- love your soul and your body and everything about you," he breathes and kisses your cheek, letting his forehead rest against your temple. "I love you- I'm so sorry, my love." You can't help the tears that fall at his sentiment. He kisses your cheek again and begins to kiss his way down your body, gently removing himself from you in the process, though when he sees your mixed cum start to drip from your pussy, he quickly gets on his knees and starts to lick you clean. "We taste the best when we're together," he moans and shoves his tongue inside you as far as he can.

"Harry!" You squeal and fist a hand into his hair.

"Fuck- moan my name, baby while I eat your sweet cunt," he pants and sucks at your clit with ferocity. His head shakes side-to-side like a feral animal, and your legs begin to shake again. His hands come up to grip your legs and pin them to the side to spread you open for him. "Cum for me, please, baby." His begging sends you over, and you swore you would've slipped off the counter if he hadn't been gripping you tightly. As you begin to come down, two fingers are being shoved into your pussy and practically shaking you up, hitting repeatedly at that sweet spot inside of you, and you begin to spurt everywhere as you squirt, Harry's tongue flicking against your clit the entire time. He removes his fingers once you finish but then again move his head down to your entrance to lap you up. You have to push his head away and quickly close your legs to stop him.

"Give me a break, Harry," you sigh, a laugh breaking through your lips as you see him pout. He rises off the floor and kisses the corner of your mouth as your panting decreases. "Thank you," you breathe.

There's a moment of intensity where your eyes lock, and you swear you completely understand each other.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry asks.

"Please."

This turned out sappier than I thought, so sorry if you don't like that... Also, thank you for all the love!

#harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harrystyles #one direction #harry styles angst #smut #sappy

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itsmealaiahh · 3 months ago

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"Much Needed Release"

TW: tom being pussymuncher69, pussy eating, clit stimulation, minor profanity, some angst in the beginning, head (fem rec obviously), praise, some overstimulation, somnophilia

Request: older Tom X younger petite reader. reader had a bad day and Tom was tired of hearing abt how bad she was being treated. when r (reader) went upstairs for a nap, Tom woke her up with his face in between her thighs. He makes r cum A TON! Yea. Thx baeee!

IM ACK 😚😚`😚😚😦😦😦 NON T DEAD

Rating: under 15 dni!! explicit situations lie ahead!!

"I hate weekdays"

You complained to tom the minute you walked through the door, tired and spent from the hellish day you had just went through. It just wouldn't stop! The terrible treatment from certain co-workers, and even your boss was unbearable, to say the least.

Each day, you always came home, your mood miserable, and tom wanted to fix it. He was honestly getting a little bit annoyed at how every day at your officeplace was going. Why were your co-workers so rude towards you? Hell, why was even your boss so rude? He was sure you hadn't done anything to warrant the treatment. You were sweeter than anyone he had ever met, and it took a lot to get you angry or upset.

He wanted to help you out and give you a break from the tough week, but how so? You would surely fall asleep during a movie or an activity where you both just sat on the couch together, so how could he possibly help? He didn't notice you were no longer in the living room until he snapped out of his thoughts, and he knew you were taking a nap. He could try to..no.

That would be wrong, and quite frankly, disgusting, unless...

Tom made his way to the bedroom, seeing you napping on his pillow, your body covered by the duvet. Quietly closing the door behind him, he padded over to the mattress where you slept, picking the covers off. His eyes widened just a bit at seeing your underwear the only thing that you were wearing, and his cock twitched in his pants, slowing coming to life. His lips parted a bit, his tongue swiping over his bottom one as he gazed over your sleeping frame, drinking you in fully.

The more he looked, the more turned on he became, his member now straining almost painfully against the restraint of his pants. He pulled the covers over himself, stripping you of your remaining clothes, throwing them to the side; your precious cunt now exposed.

He groaned a little at the sight, placing a gentle lick on your clit before delving into your pussy. His hands held your hips down as you squirmed every now and then in your sleep, letting out little whines as well. He closed his eyes, lapping up and down your core, ravishing your taste on his tongue.

"so fucking sweet" he murmured, his tongue flicking up and down your little bud occasionally, working wonders on you. More moans and other small noises escaped you, slowly coming to from your sleep. Tom didn't see your eyes opening up as he continued to bury his face into your pussy, now sucking tastefully on your clit. You let out a loud moan, your vision no longer blurry. Your legs wrapped around tom's head, squeezing just a bit. You didn't have any time to adjust, your body overcome with pleasure.

Breathing in slowly, you met eyes with tom, who looked up at you with a grin, his beard glistening with your juices. "w-what are you doing?" You questioned, pulling yourself upright with your elbows. "Well" he started, giving another small lick to your core, before going back to speaking. "You had a rough day, so I wanted to make it better. Just sit and relax and let me please you, okay baby? I'll make it worth your while"

You laid back down with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of tom's tongue lapping insistently at your pussy. The tongue was a very wet and strong organ, and having tom's on your core? Fucking heaven. Your legs squeezed his head again, not too rough to cut off air supply, just enough to let him know how good you were feeling. "You like that baby? My tongue on this pretty little pussy?" He smirked. You nodded, giving another small whimper. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, already giving way to your orgasm. "To-tom"

Many, many, many, delicious orgasms later, and now you and tom were snuggled up together in bed, his hand stroking your hair softly. After being so spent from simply his tongue, he was calming you down and letting you go back to sleep, no more tricks up his sleeve for the rest of the night. He was going to let you get some much needed rest, and he'd try to convince you to stay home tomorrow so you could regroup and hopefully ease up from all of the tension your work was putting on you. But that was for tomorrow, right now, it was just about you and him, snuggled up together, happy and content.

also sorry jordan if this isn't what you wanted pookie lmk if you want some diff and i'll try to fix it 😋😋😋

#alaiahsideblog #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #to #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x y/n

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deadghosy · 3 months ago

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hi!!

could you please do like head canons for Slytherin boys when they meet their favorite author?

Thanks!!

SLYTHERIN BOYS HEADCANNONS WHEN THEY MEET THEIR FAVORITE AUTHOR

Ft. the riddles, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, && Lorenzo Berkshire

Tom Riddle

He’s a gentleman.

He’s smiling that charming smile, making small conversation as you sigh his book

He might have a slight inner child moment as he looks at you.

Tom is literally having good day! Until mattheo tried to touch his signed book. Mattheo almost died that day

Mattheo Riddle

Throws slight flirts to try and make you laugh. But I feel like honestly he’s too nervous to do that so he just laughs at a thing you say

When you signed his favorite comic book. This man is rolling in his bed and kicking his feet up and down.

Will actually punch anyone that tries to say shit about how he feels about the book

Draco Malfoy

He probably first in line. 🙁literally buying people to shut their mouths and let him up front

Anyways, he’s up there with you and he doesn’t know how to act!

He’s fangirling and just ranting a hot how he loves your books and your work

Once you sign his book, he’s making sure none of his mates dare touch his prized possession

Theodore Nott

Surprisingly, he has a lot of books of yours

So he would politely ask you to sign each and every one of them. Now he probably brought like 3 😭

If someone dared to even touch the signed books he got signed by you. He’s cutting their hands off.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Honestly fanboys so bad that you awkwardly looked at him

But after he broke out of his own little world he had you sign his favorite book you created

He was so glad to meet you!

He would legit put the signed book in a special case so it won’t be damaged

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seungfl0wer · 7 days ago

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*𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔*

Pairing: Minho x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Fluff (tiny tiny angst)

Warnings: Nothing really? Just mooshy yapping. Minho is just bad with his words. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings

A/N: this came out a little shorter than I wanted but I think it’s still cute.

This Request had prompts from my second prompt list: 17.) “I’m not blushing, I’m just hot” 29.) “That’s not what I said”

-🖤

Hand in hand walking down the side walk with your boyfriend. He stopped at your favorite ice cram place on your walk trying to find a nice place to sit. You both talked as you ate your ice cream, you could see he had something on his mind though. You didn’t wanna pry at least not yet. As the night air started to get colder and it started to get later as you kept talking.

You loved these nights, the nights he was all yours where you could spend time with him. These nights were those from movies where it just felt like the two of you. “Y/n you know I like you a lot right?” He said softly braking the calm silence.

“Yeah” you said with a little giggle.

“Well I- I-“ he stuttered out he wouldn’t look at you making you feel your heart drop a small bit. Oh. Oh no.. was he about to dump you? Did he bring you out here to break up with you?

“I just- uugh I don’t know how to say this” he said getting up he paced a small bit still not looking at you. He was frustrated, he wasn’t the best at words and especially right now when they weren’t coming out properly. He had this all planned out words he kept repeating so he wouldn’t get it wrong. And here he was. Messing it up.

“Y/n I don’t like you” he blurted out his words making his eyes go wide. What? He literally just said he liked you? What was happening? You felt your heart just shatter, hanging your head down feeling the tears prick at your eyes.

“Just do it, break up with me, just get it over with” you stuttered out as the tears started to fall.

He was frantic, he sat down below you trying to calm you down. “That’s not what I said- I mean I did say that but I didn’t mean it like that-“ he babbled out. All the words that were floating around his head but none could come out properly, nothing would come out.

“What else could you mean minho? You said it- you don’t like me” you said trying to wipe your eyes choking back anymore tears. You got up quickly trying to walk away before he grabbed ahold of you. Pulling you to his chest wrapping his arms around you. He held onto you tightly feeling like you were floating away from him. Seeing you cry his heart was breaking from his own bad choice of words.

“No no no please wait I didn’t mean it like that, y/n I fuck y/n I love you- I don’t like you I love you-“ he choked out feeling like he was gonna cry himself. “I’m sorry I- I’m so bad at this I’ve-“ he started.

You smacked his arm “you need to work on your choice of words asshole” you said with a frown.

“I know I know I’m sorry, I just- I wanted to make it perfect I had a whole thing I wanted to say and try and be cute and I fucked it up. Please I’m sorry for making you cry” his words coming out fast and mumbled.

He clung onto you holding you tightly “I just really love you” he breathed out. “I’ve never felt like I could say those words to anyone besides friend and family but you came and- y/n I love you I’m sorry I’m dumb” he said looking up at you with a small tear falling.

“I love you too dummy” you said softly wiping his tear away his head leaning into your touch.

“I’m sorry for messing-“ he started to say before you cut him off.

“Stop apologizing it’s ok, I know it’s hard for you to get your words out especially for something like this” you said sweetly. Thumb rubbing against his cheek your eyes looking at him fondly. “Something I love about you is I know when you finally get the words out is that I know you thought about them carefully, trying to get it perfect”

“So you really love me too?” He said softly.

“Minho, I’ve wanted to say it for so long, yes. I love you. I love you so much. You make me so happy” you say with a warm smile. Seeing you smile made his aching heart melt now. He loved that smile.

His face starts heating up turning all shades of red and pink. You’ve never seen him blush so much and you couldn’t help but giggle “ooh I got you all blushy, look at how red you are” you teased.

“I’m not- I’m not blushing- it’s just really hot out here” he said pouting a bit.

“Min it’s cold out here nice try” you said with another giggle.

“I take back what I said you’re a bully” he said still pouting.

“Nope, Minho loves me! You can’t take it back.” You teased more.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck holding onto you somehow even tighter. “I couldn’t take it back even if I tried, I love you.. I love you a lot y/n so much it scares me” he admit.

“Well don’t be scared cause I feel the same way, and you’re not getting rid of me that easy” you said kissing his head.

“Good” he said softly.

“Now let’s go get another ice cream?” You said making him laugh.

“Fine, I guess you deserve another one after I made you cry”

“Definitely and I think I deserve a kiss too”

He smiled leaning up to kiss you lovingly. “Mm even sweeter than the ice cream” you said with almost heart eyes. His face turning that same reddish again.

God did he love you, he loved everything about you. He’d make it up to you, think of the perfect date to ‘retry’. He needed to make it perfect to show you how much he loved you.

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💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

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beiibeiii · 8 months ago

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I love the idea of dom girls turning into absolute losers just for you. Like, Acheron after a long killing spree comes home and you're wearing nothing but a frilly apron as Acheron turns into a pile of mush. Arlecchino angrily commanding her subordinates before you come in and kiss her on the cheek and then she becomes a stuttering mess. Would also say something about the ptn girls but I'm new to the fandom so...

But yeah, hot girls who could break your back just becoming absolute messes under you is super hot.

OMG ME TOO THATS SO CUTE? AKSKDK SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER

acheron comes home drenched in blood, dripping it all over the floors of your cosy home. of course she feels bad for making a mess in your house, especially after promising to come home early. you were in nothing but your pretty frilly apron. that harsh look in her eyes immediately melted when she saw you. your lips frowning as your rubbing a towel on her face, wiping the blood off her face for her. you ask whether shes okay and if she's hurt. she cant help but blush at the fact that she has a pretty, caring girlfriend to come home to. your words went through one ear and out the other. she was too busy staring at your beautiful, worried face. just nodding at everything you say without realising it, like a cute little puppy.

so you had lightly tugged on her sleeve, leading her towards the bathroom. she allowed you to take her wherever you wanted to. if it were anyone else she would of cut them into pieces already. you ran a hot, warm bath for her. there were bath bubbles, beautiful rose petals and soft, calming music in the background. she just stood there admiring her hard working girlfriend. if she had a tail you could see it wagging like crazy right now. you help her out of her dirty clothes as she gets in the bath. its warm and theres a light smile on her face. your about to leave to wash her clothes before she lightly grabs your wrist. her puppy eyes looking up to you, feeling a little shy as she speaks.

"can you.. bath with me please? i want you to stay."

it wasnt long before you got rid of your frilly little apron. dipping into the bath with her.

you were washing her hair for her. your soft hands massaging her scalp so perfectly. her eyes closed with a stupid little smile on her face. she was just a silly, clingy puppy. nobody would of expected her to of just finished a violent killing spree if they saw the state she was in right now. she was so obedient and cute for her only love..

arlecchino was infamous for her merciless way of handling things. that cold, angry look on her face never seen faltering. some unfortunate fatui agents had fucked up their mission. the knave angrily shouting at their faces. her harsh words and tone could be heard from a few rooms down. loud bangs and crashes of furniture were being hit in anger. the small group of the fatui were absolutely shaking, trying to hold back tears as they begged for mercy.

no one had seen the 4th harbinger have an ounce of sympathy for anyone. the shouts from the stoic harbinger stopped. there was a long, painful silence. arlecchino allowing the fatui agents to reflect on their actions. her deadly gaze piercing into them any harder than a knife ever could. arlecchino sighs in aggravation before she's cut off by the door opening. her head shoots towards the door. her face conveying more anger.

"who dares to interrupt-"

she instantly shuts up. her breath getting caught in her throat as you walk in with a wide smile. arlecchinos eyes widen ever so lightly. completely gobsmacked by your sudden appearance. shes gritting her teeth, trying her very best to pretend your presence didnt affect her at all. feeling almost a little guilty for shouting at her precious girl.

"arlecchino!!"

you walk up to her with your stupid, adorable smile. kissing her on the face, oblivious as to what she was doing moments ago. your soft lips on her cheeks makes her feel so warm.. her lips trembled slightly. shes trying to put up her act of harshness, but the poor girl just can't. :(

the fatui agents were confused, seeing their merciless leader so.. submissive for someone.. they do their best not to question and keep their heads down. she immediately clears her throat, staring at the agents in the office.

"leave my office immediately..!"

she stammers out ever so slightly. commanding her useless agents to leave. they leave immediately just as she asked. not questioning or glancing at her in shame and fear. the second she hears the door click, her stoic act completely melted. she lets out a sigh she didnt know she was holding in. she holds your waist so tenderly. pulling you in closer to her, hiding her face into your shoulder.

"what did i say about knocking first dear..?"

she says softly, in an completely different tone as earlier.

"sorry! i wanted to see you!"

you apologise, patting her back a little to show her you meant it. she cant help but smile, burying her head into your shoulder more. shes a blushing mess right now and you know it. she would never act so.. vulnerable in front of anybody else. her dangerous, yet soft hands gently squeeze your waist.

"what an handful.."

for ptn i'd feel like rahu would fit so well for this. poor little puppy girl cant hold in her small smile as you hold her hand. rambling to her while shes on duty. shes blushing over the smallest things and she doesnt like being seen in public like that :(

maybe even iron or ninety-nine would fit too

#bei replys #bei randoms #arlecchino x reader #acheron x reader

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 8 months ago

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Y/n with a extremely powerful cursed energy

Request from one of my friends who somehow found out about my writing obsession with different fandoms... thanks girl, you know too much now.

Gojo

"I really don't want to fight anyone. Please, stop."

He doesn't say anything, his feet moving his being toward you. He was only walking. He thinks you're weak.

"Please, stop. I-I really don't want to hurt you!" You saw what he did to Hanami, you wanted it to stop.

Geto wasn't there yet so you had to stop him. He's standing right in front of you now. He looks down at you with a frown and then sidesteps you, starting his walk past you.

"Wait!"

You reach forward and grab his arm; he slightly jumps at the contact. You breached infinity. How?

He pulls away from you and crosses his fingers in front of himself.

"Domain expansion..." He was going to kill you.

You hold one finger up as the domain started to expand around you.

"Void."

A black veil swallows up his domain...he's in shock how a weakling like yourself was able to disable everything. A single snap of your fingers and the void you created forms tightly around him, he would lose consciousness soon.

You feel his breathing stop and cease your void, now back at the train station. You approach his body, crouching down to make sure he's unconscious. You go to rise to your feet and his hand shoots out to grab your neck.

"Your cursed energy is quite impressive, sadly, it wasn't enough. Now you're going to die here."

"Satoru."

The guy turns his head, looking at Geto and dropping his hold on your neck in the process. You push his hand away, gasping for air and moving toward Geto. He opens the prison realm and watches the man get swallowed up into the small box.

A hand is placed on your head.

"After the rest of them, your duties aren't over."

★・・・・・・★

Choso

You heard the loud fighting from the bathroom nearby and immediately rushed in, finding a knocked out Yuuji and the person who hurt him.

"Jesus! Yuuji!"

You rush over to him, feeling a soft breath on your hand. You let out a sigh of relief as you turn your head to dodge the arrow coming your way.

"Interesting. You're the blood manipulation dude I heard about."

Another arrow shoots out of his clasped hands, but you simply touch the tip of it, watching it turn into a bloody puddle on the floor. He demeaner falters as he watches you.

"You better count your blessings and hope I don't hurt you that bad."

★・・・・・・★

Sukuna

You thought it was insane that some random kid found their way into a veil and swallowed the finger of Sukuna.

"Y/n, he just-" "Megumi, exit the veil. I got it."

He was about to talk you out of it but then complied with the request you made. Using his curses to help him get off the rooftop quicker. Sukuna turns to you, a crazy smile appearing on his face. His fingers swipe in front of him, obviously trying to cut you. Nothing happens.

He does it again and again, nothing happens.

"No matter how many times you try it, it's not going to work."

He, of course, continued to try to hurt you and then groaned in annoyance when it wasn't working.

You stand in front of him and quickly nullify Sukuna. You click your tongue and carry the boy out of the veil, seeing Megumi and Gojo. Did this man really go shopping?

"Satoru, we have a problem. This kid swallowed Sukuna's finger and now he is his vessel."

★・・・・・・★

TODO & ITADORI

You run in from around the corner, watching Mahito getting beat up. His body rolls in front of you and he looks up at you. You give him your hand and pull him up.

"Well, you look like shit."

"Shut up and handle these two for me."

"You know you're going to owe me for this right."

Mahito runs off and leaves you standing there with the two boys.

"Hi! I hope you two aren't as boring as the others." You stretch out your limbs and start running towards them.

Todo and Itadori runs toward you, trying to grab you, they both fail. You jump up, suppress Todo's energy and using your foot to kick him into the wall. Then you hold Itadori's punch, draining the energy from his body.

"Someone's getting sleepy."

A quick push and he falls over, still alive but asleep. Todo springs back into action, trying to restrain you in some way. Using the drain energy from Itadori, you deliver a hard punch into Todo's abdomen, sending him into the way and knocking him out cold.

"That fight was barely fun..."

★・・・・・・★

TOJI

He just sliced a deep cut on Geto's chest, leaving him in the rubble. When he's walking away from the body, Toji hears something stirring behind him. He quickly turns his head and points his gun at you.

"Y/-Y/n." Geto's hand reaches out shakily, trying to push you away from him.

"Shh... I'm here. Rest." His eyes close and you used your technique to send him back to Jujutsu High, someone will help him.

"I can't believe an old man, of all people, killed THE Satoru Gojo."

BANG!

You appear behind him, sitting on the rubble pile.

"Let me tell you, I'm not like Satoru and I don't die easily."

BANG!

Your hand is around the gun barrel, it starts to dissipate in your grasp. He lets go of the gun and moves away from you. A smile appears on your face and then you sigh.

"I won't get to fight you like I wanted to after all. He's awake now and ready for a rematch. Bye now."

With a quick wink, you disappear into thin air leaving him to walk out the same way he came.

★・・・・・・★

A/n: The way my creativity was working like a machine is fucking insane. My brain hurts and I'm going to bed...

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nawoken · 6 months ago

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Yes, because I got bullied by both of the games I played so... I'm here to rambling some stuff that has been stuck inside my head since forever.

How about... Reader with cute aggression, especially for those small, fluffy creatures, like... cats! (Ơ w Ơ).

You can't help squeezing, kissing, and biting (lightly) those cuties. Yes, you have Grim, but he won't let you pet him since you're too much, his words.

And TWST boys that by some accident, maybe from alchemy class or their clumsiness. They, unfortunately, have turned into those mischievous creatures.

You don't know that. You just walking around, minding your own business or headmage supposed to be business. Then, you saw it, a cat with the fluffiest fur and cutest eyes you've ever seen run by. And you know, you've fallen in love :)))

TWST boys, now in cat body don't know that they're in danger, roaming around freely with the hope that someone they know will realize and help them.

Oh, is that our calm and kind prefect? Surely, they can help our poor boy, right? No! They're deadly WRONG!!!

The next thing our boy knows after approaching prefect is that he's trapped in your embrace, being kissed, squeezed, and petted while you compliment him on how smooth and healthy his fur looks.

Damn it, prefect! He is not an actual cat, can’t you see it?! The answer is… No, you can’t. You’re busy admiring his cuteness.

He is struggling, embarrassed by your doing. Some of them might feel ashamed since it feels like he is taking advantage of you… or the other way around, some just aren’t used to being pampered. But, the worst thing is… prefect, please don’t rub your face on his stomach! Mmraooo!!! :’)))))

After a while, you finally stop, he sighs out of relief, … but why do you look at him like that? D..do you finally realize that he is not a cat?

You stared at the poor creature in your hand, thinking. And, this made him concerned, what are you planning to do?

Before he can do anything, you chomp on his face, more specifically, his muzzle … Yes, you do it without your teeth. But... YOU BITE HIM!!! ON HIS FACE!!! C...CAN THIS COUNT AS A KISS?!

He is panicked and stunned while you're in heaven. This might be the sweetest cat you've ever seen, he doesn't even bite or scratch you when you do all this to him.

Suddenly, pink smoke emitted from the cat, and with a "pop" sound, it turned into a human. Not to mention, you know him. Is it a good or bad thing? You don't know, the only thing you know is... you're DOOM!

You should know that this is a magical world, so you can't just hug any stray cat on the street, it can be anyone, not to say this is your crush. But you got tricked! By those sparkling eyes! And those fluffy ears! And now you can die from embarrassment.

Now, you're the one who panics while he just stands there, not knowing what to do or to say. The cure for this potion, it's a true love kiss. (Another version of the "The Princess and the Frog" potion but instead of a kiss from the princess, it's a true love kiss, why not? :))))

You two end up looking at each other for a whole minute before he decides to speak up but are cut off by you. "Please, just forget everything, this is so messed up of me, I promise I will try to make it up to you somehow, but please just erase that shameful thing I have done from your mind!" (QAQ)

Then you ran off, left him there with bewildered expression.

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That's longer than I expected :'D

But, yeah, this has been stuck inside my head for too long, finally it can appear under the sunlight...

You know, I want to make a request for that idea. I've followed so many good TWST writers. But, well I'm shy and don't really sure how to, so I just keep it in.

The idea for this post is... I have a cat, she's been suffering from my cute aggression. Ehe, poor her, but she never bites me when I'm chomping on her muzzle. So sweet of her.

But yeah, I can't stop laughing when I think about TWST boy turning into a cat and being chomped on. That must be terrifying for him, but they still tried their best to not scratch you, their dear prefect. Except: Riddle, it's just his reflection, and he feels regret right after. And maybe Leona? Or, he just shows his claw to threaten you but doesn't actually do it.

Nom nom :3

MY ANGEL!!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x you #twst x yuu

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luveline · 1 year ago

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𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐧 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

things aren't the way you planned coming home with your newborn, but you have eddie there to lean on when things get hard (and an unlimited supply of 'munson-style' hugs). requested here. infatuated dad!eddie x mom!reader, 3k.

cw post partum recovery, reader is suffering from some symptoms of post partum depression

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"You're sure you can manage?" Wayne asks, his voice buzzing down the line.

Eddie peers out of the kitchen into the living room quietly. You're sitting on the sofa in a shape that can't be comfortable considering your recent stitches, the baby on your thighs where you've brought them together, your hands delicately posed on either side of his head.

"I think so," Eddie says, answering Wayne's questions with honesty. "She's feeling a little better today."

"It's hard, Eds. You take care of her and call me if you need help, okay? I'm proud of you. Both of you."

It catches Eddie off guard for a moment. He's done enough crying lately, clearing his throat to say, "Thanks, Wayne. Call me tomorrow."

"You call me, I don't wanna wake anyone if you're sleeping."

They say their goodbyes. Eddie leans against the kitchen doorway to spy on you and the baby. Babies cry more than he ever could've imagined despite the warnings, but it's quiet, too. There are moments of peacefulness like this one breaking apart the chaos.

You're whispering something. Eddie stands very still, wishing the dishwasher would magically silence itself. He strains to hear you.

"I love you," you say. "Sorry I'm tired, honey. I promise I'll be better. You're so beautiful."

Eddie bites his cheeks, wondering if his family (his family!) aim to make him cry and little else tonight. He gives himself a look in the mirror magnet on the fridge framed by a We Love Michigan border, rainbows and cute elk surrounding something less pretty. His hair is frizzy but that's nothing new, greasy at the top and dry at the bottom. He scrapes it back into a scrappy bun and wipes the oil from his face with his sleeves. He's in dire need of a shower.

Resigned, he steps out of the kitchen, new socks slippery on old linoleum before finding stability on the crush of carpet in need of a vacuuming in the living room. You look up and bless him with a smile.

You've had a bad case of the baby blues, though the midwife assured him that was normal, and not to worry unless it continued past the first few weeks.

Well, Eddie will worry. Any depression you experience breaks his heart, no matter the cause, and no matter how temporary it may be. Just 'cos a cut might heal doesn't mean it didn't hurt when you got it.

"How do you feel?" he asks cautiously.

You make a face that he knows precedes a lie. "Don't worry about me."

He sits on the arm to look down at the baby —his baby, his son— in your hold, your face moving immediately to rest on his thigh.

"I'm okay, teddy," you say.

"How about you?" he asks the baby, taking his hand gently.

The baby doesn't open his eyes nor answer the question, well and truly asleep.

"Do you think Charlie was the right name?" you ask, stroking his small face lightly.

"If we hate it, we can just call him Wayne."

Eddie's out of this world lucky that you'd liked the name and loved him enough to name the baby after his uncle. Charlie Wayne Munson, born six pounds and two ounces, the smallest baby they saw all week in Hawkins General.

"He looks more like a Wayne than a Charlie," you say, rubbing your cheek into Eddie's sweatpants.

"He's so fucking beautiful," Eddie says, getting his hand behind your shoulders. He gives your back a loving rub, up and down the whole stiff length of it. "Would you relax? Or tell me what's wrong? Please?"

"Nothing's wrong… Look how perfect he is, I'd be a freak to act like something was wrong," you say, the exhale of your words warming his leg.

Eddie rubs his hand up with a tad more roughness until the cinch between your shoulders has flattened.

"You're having a biological reaction," Eddie says, leaning down to press his lips to the top of your head. "Don't feel bad about feeling bad, sweetheart. This is a physical thing, that's all it is. You're not a freak for feeling wobbly."

You relax even more, pad of your thumb swiping Charlie's smooth cheek.

"Want me to make you feel better?" he asks.

"How?"

"I'm not sure yet. I was thinking we'd make a list. Starting with a hug, quickly followed by something amazing to eat before Wayne wakes up."

"Charlie," you correct with a small laugh.

"Is there a nickname for Charlie?" Eddie asks. "What are we gonna call him? Lee?"

"We'll think of something," you promise.

Eddie isn't worried about it. He figures there's at least five years of nickname time to get one that sticks. For now, he has a list to make and things to do, and the first is making sure you're as well as you can be. He starts with the hug, pulling what you want for dinner from you one soft kiss to your temple at a time. Chicken pot pie? Ramen noodles with a fried egg on top? Sesame chicken? Triple cheeseburgers?

You can't decide. Eddie chooses breakfast for dinner. It won't take long —he can fry the sausage, eggs, turkey bacon and toast in one pan.

He keeps the door open to watch you, though nothing is actively wrong. You're deflated now rather than tense, petting and fawning over the baby as much as you can without waking him up.

"Just as handsome as your dad," you say.

It's a lovely sentiment but Charlie does not approve. He blinks awake, signified by your saccharine, "Hi, baby boy," followed by ten seconds of awe-filled cooing. Eddie's frying some bread in the pan but dinner can wait, he wants to see the baby with his eyes open again.

By the time Eddie reaches the couch, he's crying.

You move him carefully into a rock-a-bye hold and shush him. "It's alright," you say.

"He sounds like you."

"What?" you ask between shushes, hand tapping a slow and gentle rhythm into Charlie's swaddle.

"He sounds like you when he cries," Eddie insists.

Not your pained screams a few days ago nor your heart wrenching tears when you're feeling at your worst, but your hormonal sobbing. Like when you saw the commercial about the new 'shoplifters exposed' program on CBS that featured an old lady who stole a tangerine from the grocery store and got arrested despite her having alzheimers. She didn't mean to, Eddie, why would they make her cry like that? In fairness, it was a very upsetting commercial, but you cried for four hours, and for days afterward your eyes would well with tears and he'd know exactly what you were thinking of.

"When you're on your period," he explains. "When you know you wouldn't usually cry."

"You think so?" you ask.

"I think the solution is the same, too."

You nod your agreement. "He's hungry."

You and Eddie feed the baby with varying levels of success. Charlie doesn't wanna latch even though it's a bottle teat, causing some confusion —is he not hungry? Is he cold? No, sweetheart, he's not cold, he's got two blankets and the thermostat's at 68 Fahrenheit. Maybe he needs a new diaper? You check. His diaper's clean.

You're looking more and more defeated by the second. Eddie sits beside you to give your knee a reassuring squeeze. Babies are hard to look after, but he knows you'll both grow into it. You're exhausted from nine long months and a turbulent half day stint of pushing and crying and turning the bones in his hands into powder, your hormones are going crazy, and you're having a tough time. This won't be your forever feeling (though if it were to last, Eddie would stay at your side through that, too, that's not a question).

"You know what else works when you're not feeling good?" Eddie asks, offering his arms. He isn't some muscled herculean shape, but when you hand Charlie over, his arms look strong. Capable. Holding Charlie feels just as perfect as holding you. "A Munson-style cuddle," he finishes, trying to speak to his wailing son in that same bubbly parentese you've started talking in.

Eddie did a lot of talking to your bump while you were pregnant, but he was usually just trying to make you laugh. There were times where he'd lay with his nose against your hip and his arm under the bump, wondering about moments like this. What was the baby going to look like? What colour would his eyes be? What will it feel like to hold the baby in his arms?

Charlie feels lighter than Eddie first prophesied. Small. He has eyes like yours rather than eyes like his and he couldn't love it more.

Eddie takes the bottle when you offer it and sandwiches the baby to his chest. He doesn't want to condescend you, doesn't want to shoo you off, but Charlie's crying around the bottle and you look veritably miserably.

"Do you wanna go and make sure the food isn't on the turn?" he asks. When he realised the baby wasn't going to go down easy again he put your plates on a baking sheet and put the oven on low to keep it warm.

You hesitate. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know. I think so, sweetheart. We're barely a room away, alright?"

He's called you sweetheart more since the birth of your son than ever before, which is insane; Eddie's called you sweetheart likely twice a day since the day you met. That's a whole lot of sweethearts.

With the baby's changing mood comes a change in the weather. Eddie pats his little back, a quiet thump thump thump, while rain lashes the closed windows. The baby finally decides he's hungry, and the mood turns from frenetic to ambient almost immediately.

"You make sure you eat if you're hungry!" Eddie calls to you.

"Are you sure?"

"I think…" He drifts off, distracted by Charlie's long eyelashes, the way they skim under his eyes and the tiny noises he makes as he suckles. "Aw, baby," he murmurs, "good job. I knew you were hungry. You sounded just like your mom." He can't help grinning. Eddie is really talking to his kid right now, his real life baby. "You made her super emotional, but you're her whole world now. You're mine, too, obviously, but I'm cooler than this." He sighs. "No. I'm not. This is the coolest thing ever."

"What do you think?" you ask softly.

Eddie looks up. You're standing at the door, staring at them like they're made of sparkling diamond, every inch precious.

"Right. I think that we're gonna have to start eating when we can. Wayne never had a baby, but he said I was bad enough as a teenager, and Steve said he's lucky if he gets to eat a hot meal some days."

"Steve does have three," you say, frowning. "We really can't eat together anymore?"

You ask like you're less bothered than you are. Like a gimmicky Oh, man. Eddie knows it hides a real worry, and right now he's trying to give you the world on a silver platter, so he dots a little kiss on Charlie's head and says warmly into his skin, "No, that's not true. You're going to be such a good kid, me and mom will be eating together all the time. Isn't that right?"

Eddie looks at you with his head still tilted down. "I wanna eat together, okay? Everything's changing, but dinner doesn't have to. I just wanted you to eat 'cos you left half of your waffles at breakfast."

"I can wait."

"Then let's wait. You wanna come and hold him?"

"No, he's settled. I don't wanna mess it up again."

"You didn't," Eddie says, firm and sweet at once. "Sweetheart, come here. You didn't mess up, okay? I'm serious, come and sit with me."

You hesitate in the way. You're still unsteady on your feet despite the few days you've had to recuperate. Though your hair is cleaner than his it certainly isn't clean, nor are the clothes you've pulled on. Eddie read up and asked around on what would be comfiest for you, debating nightgowns and silk pyjamas at length, but all you've wanted to wear is a hoodie you've had since you were a teenager and a pair of sweatpants with fraying cuffs. He loves it —you look like an adorable dork.

Your stomach visibly churns. Eddie thinks you might chuck up, is already pulling the baby to his chest to place in the bassinet when you take a short, quiet gasp for air.

"Sorry, I don't know why I feel so on and off. I know it's just hormones. I promise I feel happy– I feel happy–" You gesture an open palm toward him. "He's gorgeous, Eds, he's everything I wanted and so much more, I just– I just feel like crying and I don't know why," you confess, blinking to suppress tears, shifting your weight uncomfortably from foot to foot.

Eddie detests seeing you this uneasy, and he swoops in to correct it.

"Come here," he says again, no hands free to hold out to you. He hopes his voice is inviting enough.

You shrink into yourself. "I'm being weird."

"I like when you're weird. I kind of love it. I don't think we'd be in the mess if I didn't love it."

"It's a mess?" you ask.

"It's perfect."

You finally smile, creeping around the bassinet and the needlessly baby proofed coffee table to sit on the edge of the couch with him. Charlie makes a sound in the back of his throat.

"Hear that? He knows you're here," Eddie murmurs, making room for you hopefully.

You sidle up to his thigh and lean on his arm, careful not to knock his elbow. You watch Charlie drink his bottle for as long as there's milk left, two ounces knocked back like it's nothing.

Eddie eases the teat from Charlie's lips carefully. With care but a clumsy imprecise manoeuvre, he lays Charlie down in the bassinet. He has a lot of hair for such a small baby, enough to stroke back from his forehead, soft under Eddie's fingertips.

"He's really, really beautiful," Eddie says quietly.

"I know," you say, an anxious hand on your cheek. "I can't believe something as good as him could come from someone like me."

Eddie stands between your legs, resting a loving hand at the slope of your shoulder. "Why would you ever think something like that?" he asks, his voice as soft as it's ever been, but with a smile in case you don't want to talk about it any more.

"He's… I'm just not…"

Eddie gives you time. You've needed it ever since you went into labour, time to piece things together.

"I really thought I was ready," you say, looking up at him with a pinch between your eyebrows.

He brings his hand up to cup your face. You don't lean into it. "Alright, I'm going to talk for a little while, 'n' I know you won't agree with everything I'm saying but I need you to know that this is how I really feel, yeah? Buckle up." Eddie bends down, unafraid of embarrassing himself because it's you. "I know you think these feelings are your fault… that this is some failing, like you're–" He drops his voice to a whisper, "Like you're being a bad mom already, but it's not the truth."

You startle at being read so easily. "Eds," you mumble.

"We knew this might be how you felt afterward, the midwife talked and talked about baby blues and you said–"

"I said I couldn't understand how I'd ever feel sad once he was born," you say, looking at his neck rather than his face.

"And that's fine, you know? You're not a bad person for thinking it would be perfect and then changing your mind."

"But he is perfect," you say.

Eddie rubs your cheek. "He's perfect, but this is hard. Being a new mom with your stitches and your aching tummy and all the gross fluids–"

You laugh through a groan, pressing your eye into his hand.

He leaps to keep it going. "This isn't how you expected to feel, but that's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Cry if you feel like crying and don't feel fucking guilty about it, this sucks. You had to do the world's most tumultuous campaign for the last nine months and suddenly you're standing at the start of a new one that takes up, like, a gazillion pages with half health and an equally useless companion."

Your lips press into a thin line, but your eyes are soft and bright despite their obvious fatigue. You bracelet his wrist with your fingers and push his hand further into your cheek.

"My dork," you murmur.

"You understand it, don't you? Makes you an even bigger dork."

You nudge your nose into his palm. "I understand. Thank you, honey."

Eddie's not done. "You said you don't know how something good like him could come from someone like you? I don't think bad was a possibility."

Your second thank you is better. The first wasn't inauthentic, but this one sounds as though you genuinely believe him. Eddie bows down into a crouch to wrap his arms around you, the majority of his weight on your shoulders and avoiding your sore lower region, and the entirety of his love pressed to your cheek, a long, mindless kiss.

"I love you," you say.

Eddie tucks his head against yours, ignoring his protesting knees. "I love you, too."

Your food turns to dry mulch by the time you remember it in the oven. You're too distracted by Eddie's hug, his offering for a shoulder massage, and the subsequent second hug that ensues, your back to his chest, dozing in the sanctuary of his arms. Munson-style cuddles are his expertise.

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thank you for reading!

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kissitbttr · 9 months ago

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“toji, baby? can you do alena’s hair please?” you call out from the kitchen, fixing simple breakfast for your little family,

he nods at you, giving a short kiss on your cheek as a confirmation before heading towards his little girl’s play pen. his eyes brighten when alena is busying herself with her my little pony plushies, adorable messy hair comes into view making him chuckle,

“hey ya sweetheart, having fun?” toji walks around to face his pretty baby, the sound of her dad’s voice causing her to look up. he swears the moment her big round eyes stare at him, he’s ready to kill anyone who dares to try take his daughter away,

with a toothy smile, she babbles away while clapping her chubby hands. feeling excited to see her dad there, seemingly cannot wait to be picked up by him,

“aren’t you the prettiest girl i have ever seen, hm? aside from mama of course. dunno what she sees in me. she’s a ten and i’m not. i’m happy she chose me, though. such a lucky bastard” toji makes sure to whisper the last word to himself because he doesn’t want his daughter to hear him cuss.

his hands go under her armpits before lifting her up, little legs kicking away in excitement making toji chuckles. “time to do my little alena’s hair!”

he brings her to the baby chair near the dining room, where you can see it too. your eyes look over your shoulder and smile at the sight of him setting your baby down,

“got anything to work on today?”

toji shakes his head, rolling the sleeves of his sweater up to the elbows. “nah. took a day off. i’m letting shiu handling it today”

one of your eyebrows quirks up, turning out to plate the cut up fruits and eggs on the table. “oh yeah? what if there’s something really important come up that you need to—“

“i need my girls more” he cuts you off with a soft voice and a grin, his eyes look up to you and see you mirroring his smile but it’s much more prettier to him. “plus, i’m sure they can handle not having their ceo for today. and tomorrow. maybe”

his fingers move to thread lightly under the strands of alena’s hair as she toys with a little action figure toji had gifted her few days prior. it keeps herself busied while he’s doing her hair,

“how about you, baby? got any meetings or anything?”

you shrug, grabbing a few utensils. “just one with the team to discuss the launch of our newest design. should be quick, though. hopefully. i need to speed up the process and everything because it seems that everyone is fuc—freaking slow.”

he chuckles, tying a band around alena’s mini bun. “i’m sure you can handle it, darling. you’re ruthless like that. one of the reasons why i fell on love with you, is it?”

“would you still, if i had to kill them?”

“absolutely” he answers without hesitation making you laugh,

“god, we are bad parents”

“don’t know what you’re talking about. we’re pretty good at what we’re doing” toji smiles at his baby, who suddenly chucks the toy towards the table. “damn, our baby got strength”

“got that from you, i think” you lean towards the table and snatch a cut up strawberry before plucking it into your mouth,

“nope. that’s from you” he corrects, softly patting alena’s hair that are sticking out. “remember when we had an argument and you almost hit me with—“

“we do not talk about that” you shake your head, not wanting to remember,

“was pretty sexy to me” he replies casually. “i was so turned on by that”

both of you share a laugh, causing alena to look up at both of you at the sound of it.

“so—do i get to see my pretty wife’s latest design or—“ toji trails off, planting a kiss on alena’s chubby cheek before grabbing a handful of berries for himself,

you tilt your head to the side, a small smirk tugs upon your lips and toji immediately catches what that look meant for,

“i see trouble” he eyes you for a second, chewing on the juicy fruit. “is it sexy? god, if it was you can’t keep teasing me, baby. i’d die”

“so dramatic, you won’t die”

“i will for you though” and he means it. “is it dresses? leather involved perhaps?”

shaking your head, you reply “lingeries, babe. night gowns, garters, panties. all that”

and toji suddenly stops moving. breathing even. his eyes widening at the mention of lingeries,

“oh fuck. you are killing me.”

“toji! language!”

but alena just laughs at her silly banter between her parents

#dad!toji #toji fushiguro #toji fluff

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unknownmads · 3 months ago

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YALL ARE IN FOR A TREAT!! PRISON TOJI TIME!!!!!

this is smutty yall!! also: thigh riding, fingering, female reader!(sorry boys and nonbinaries lemme know if u want sum) , degrading(ONLY ONCE JSUT SLUT!!!) semi- public Uhhh if i forgot any i apologize HOPE U ENJOY!!!!

Prison Toji who finally snaps his cuffs unable to take anymore. grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap his face clashing with your the kiss is sloppy and full of need. a small sound escaping as he deepens the kiss.

"i've been dreaming of this."

your legs hang off the side of the cold metal chair, sending shivers up your body as your legs brush against it. his large hands have a hold on your back keep you in his grip, they take up the majority of your back they are HUGE. HES HUGE. the dress you wore riding up further with each movement and he know. his other hand traveling down towards your thigh, you try to pull away from the heated kiss but hes pulling you back before you can.

“toji i-i shit i can’t my school my class. what if they find ou-“ you’re cut off by another kiss this time he’s pulling away first. his voice low and relaxed almost if he hasn’t got a worry in the world.

“it’s fine doll no one will know. you worry too much. lemme help you relax” his hands now both traveling to your hips rubbing small circles before he’s lifting you and settling you on one of his legs. He drags your body closer towards his chest until he’s happy with the position, not failing to notice the way your thighs tense and clench as he moves you, or how warm and wet your core feels on his leg. Even through his pants he can feel it. you really need him that bad? just from a few sloppy kisses?

“t-toji” his eyes travel back up to yours focusing on your blushed face and eyes screaming for want. He can barely fight back the smirk growing in his face. that’s all it took to make you cave huh?

“what is it doll? what do you need? tell me.” his eyes almost pierce your soul with the way he stares. like you’re the prey he’s been hunting and he’s finally caught you. your hips begin to move almost as if instinctively slowly grinding in his thigh. hands moving to grip his shoulders for extra support you can’t bother to stop yourself. It feels too good, HE feels too good. the way his eyes watch you shamelessly, hungry you could cum from that alone.

“need you f-fuck toji please” your eyes meeting his once more almost begging for him. That’s all it took. your words traveling straight to his dick he could practically cum on the spot. He never said he wasn’t a weak man. especially when you look so pretty trying to get yourself off on him. How could he ever resist?

“don’t worry pretty i’ll take care of you. just wait a lil longer alright doll? then i’ll be real nice to ya and this slutty pussy. f-fuck so fuckin pretty for me.” his hands still gripped on your hips following your pace leaving dark bruises along your neck. his head dropping your you shoulder still leaving kisses in between pants. “ttoji no more waiting need more if you now.” he broke.

he can’t wait any longer he needs to see you come undone for him. he’s lifting you once more almost as if your nothing to him. this time both of your legs sit in between his thighs giving him the perfect opening to your pretty pussy without anyone else enjoying the show. before you can process the new position he’s grabbing your face and pulling you into another kiss. letting it trail down to your jaw and neck turning your head to give him better access. well what’s exposed of your chest. small moans and gasps being ripped from you with every new mark.

“how can i say no when you look so pretty needin me baby? i’ll make ya feel better don’t worry.” his hands sliding to your thighs almost engulfing them. each hand pulling your legs further apart to give him better access, only for your dress to fill the gaps.

he doesn’t mind tho flimsy fabric can’t stop him from his goal, fingers traveling further in and up until they are grazing your core. Heat filling your body with every movement and word that leaves him. watching his movements only worsens the anticipation, and you can see how hard he is from all of this his cock still aching in his pants below you.

“mind if i take these baby?? it’s not like you’ll need them.” he’s looking at you toying with the hem of your panties your body grows impossibly hot from the question before you nods no. god if he had the time to take you and fuck you hear he would.

“ah ah ah need your words.” his eyes locked on your lips awaiting your answer you can feel the tension it’s so thick you can barely breathe. “take them.” that’s all it took before he was practically ripping them off your body. your body shivers at how exposed you are now. you watch closely as he stuffs the panties into a pocket quickly before he returns his attention to you. You. his eyes are locked.he’s starved for you.

He’s wasting absolutely no time before his thumb circles your clit finally giving the stimulation you’ve been on the verge of tears for. but you didn’t notice now his pointer and middle circle your entrance prodding at it waiting til your ready and he can stuff you in the only way he can right now. “she’s just so pretty crying for me look at her.” his eyes glued to your pussy taking in every cry and jolt your body releases. it’s all for him.

your quiet moans and gasps are gone now replaces with cries and whines gripping at his arms and shirt.

“f-fuck toji t-toji need more. m-more please shit.” your nails digging crescent moon shapes into his arms as he slides one finger in pumping it slowly until he slides in the other. “whatever you need baby. god look at how she takes me” his fingers are large. much larger than yours they stretch you a little but all you want is more. small moans and gasps leaving his lips, he might actually cum his pants from this. the way your eyes glue shut, moans and strings of cusses leaving your lips, how he has to keep you held in place with one hand, while the other working on you, making you into a beautiful mess.

“gotta make this quick baby we’re running out of time.” he’s out of breath panting between each word. he’s feeling the heat too. toji’s eyes flash to the clock then back to your face. god your beautiful face scrunched up with pleasure lips red and swollen from the kisses, mouth agape moans and cries not so quietly escaping. you’re just irresistible. his pace quickens searching for the spongy spot that’ll make you scream his thumb trying to keep quick pace to keep you crying out his name. god he want to hear that forever.

your eyes shoot open back to his before you take him into a deep hungry kiss. he’s left swallowing your moans and cries. he’s found the spot he wanted.

“god don’t stop toji i s-wear. don’t stop i’m so f-fucking close. please p-lease dont fucking stop. g-gonna cum.” you’re too pretty it’s gonna kill him. or get him killed. shit. your eyes lock shut again trying to relish in the feelings. before you feel him slow down. not a lot but enough just enough to get your attention.

“keep those pretty eyes open, want you looking at me when i make her cry for me baby.” your eyes stay locked on each other you eagerly nod and he begins at a hellish pace once more. you fight closing your eyes hands gripping his arms for dear life. your pussy sucking his finger in more clenching around them so much they might break.

“shi-shit shit shit cum-cumming toji ffff-fuck.” your body almost convulses the euphoria washing over you, your thighs shaking head dropping into his chest as you try to slow your breathing while coming down.

“taste so good too. shit.” he moans unbeknownst to you licking his fingers clean of your slick. too focused on coming down you couldn’t even notice him. Then he’s pulling you into another deep kiss, you can taste yourself on his lips. moaning into the kiss deepening it then, you hear three knocks on the door. Toji practically ripping you from him standing you up ensuring your steady then standing up himself and turning to look at you.

“ive got to go now doll face. i’ll see you again soon though right?” his hand cupping your face having you look up at him before you silently nod yes. he can practically see the stars in your eyes from the previous moments. “good baby and thanks for the gift.” he says patting his pocket where your panties were. His body turning walking towards the door conversing with the guard having them recuff him and walk him away. He’s eyes not leaving yours as he fades from view. then you’re being guided out by the other guard in the opposite direction.

your eyes looking back meeting his once more a smirk on his face flashing you a wink before you leave through the heavy metal doors.

this definitely broke so many rules.

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this was my first time writing smutty tell me how i did pls

I HOPE YALL ENJOY lowkey had fun writing this!!

i realized i never specified what yn was wearing so just think of like a flowy sundress can be whatever color or design you dream babe!!

toji is def beating it using y/n panties.

too sleepy to review it rn buttttt i will in the morning!

i hope i got everyone on the tag list im SO sorry this has taken so long i love yall so much i will try to be better. kisses love yall :33

Here’s the tag list: @kimkimmm2411 @tojislittleprincesss @mynahx3 @sukunasleftkneecap @meforpr3sident @mmeerraa @kunakizen @thedondiva45 @malatuadimadre @darknight3904 @charlie-higson @empressofsnow

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jadevoir · 3 months ago

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JUST ME - Rhea Ripley

AN: Another Rhea fic?? I’m kinda proud of this one so i hope you guys enjoy- love you!

— Not based on anything this time :)

Sum: Rhea finds out you’ve been a little too friendly with a certain twin and makes you make it up to her

TW: Smut, Foul Language, ‘Mami’ used a couple times, strap-on mention but no use

Word Count: 859

Rhea Ripley x Reader

“You gonna let him fuck you the way I do baby?” Her lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, voice rippling through your body.

You hadn’t originally planned to make Rhea this jealous, it had started with a light joke between you and Jey, his flirty nature going farther than usual and ended with his hand on the small of your back.

No one had known of your relationship for quite a bit of time, you both opted to keep it outside of your work, but this eventually led to jealousy, mainly on your girlfriend's end.

A bruising grip on your hips brought you out of your thoughts, looking up at your girlfriend who bore holes into your eyes. Her lips pulled back into a snarl which made you stutter over your words.

“I- No,, i wouldn’t” You could barely even focus on your own thoughts, trying to make yourself look apologetic without being blatantly obvious that you were checking your girlfriend out.

Rhea huffed, getting off of you and harshly pulling you to your feet, before you could even find the words to ask what she was doing she sat down on your shared bed. Her legs spreading and sly hands pulled you to sit on one of her thighs.

Her hands returned to your hips as yours wrapped around her neck, you held eye contact with her while she leaned forward to kiss you. Trailing her lips down your jaw, she stopped at your ear, whispering once more.

“Want you to make it up to Mami, move your hips.” Your body almost shut down then and there, eyes widened and mouth agape as her words went straight to your cunt.

A sharp hand rose up and cut through the air, landing a solid slap to your ass as she was losing patience. Taking initiative to move your hips herself.

“Let’s go, don’t make me ask twice.”

At her second statement you began moving your hips, the rough surface of her jeans adding a pleasure you weren’t prepared for. Light noises fell from your mouth, eyes screwed shut while Rhea studied you, wickedly smiling while her tongue ran over her teeth.

One of her hands left your hip, sliding up into your shirt and gliding her way into your bra, groping at your chest while nimble fingers toyed with your nipple. “Anyone else make you feel this good baby? You think Jey could?”

Without even processing her words, you shook your head, whining when her mouth made a connection with your neck, biting and sucking harshly to make sure anyone you talked to would see who exactly you belonged to.

“No sweetheart? That’s what I thought, keep going for Mami” You hips moved as fast as you could, grinding down hard to chase the high you wanted.

Almost within minutes, your high came crashing down on you, and as soon as it arrived it abruptly stopped, harsh hands grabbing your hips to stop any movements.

The whine you let out was pathetic, Rhea’s mouth lifting into a smirk as she flipped you both over, pulling her leg out from between yours as she tugged your pants and panties off.

“Beg me for it, Doll.” You felt a wave of shyness wash over you as her face moved from yours to down your body, hot breath fanning over your cunt as she licked a bold stripe up it.

Words fell mindlessly from your mouth, the dizziness of your last stolen orgasm made you bashfully beg for more.

“Please Mami… I need you so bad,”

A grin teasingly played on her face, fingers coming to rub your clit gently before dipping them into your cunt, moving them in and out while her mouth attached to your clit.

You could’ve sworn she laughed at you with the feeling of vibrations being sent through your body, your hand intertwining with her hair and tugging.

Her tongue swirled around your clit precisely, fingers moving with just as much precision as she watched you through hooded eyes. She was quick to bring you back to that high you’d chased before.

Her free hand came to lay haphazardly over your hips, steadying your body as your thighs tensed around her head and your hips bucked up to meet her mouth and fingers.

Your head fell back against the bed, eyes shutting once more as you moaned pornographically loud, causing Rhea to chuckle lightly. Her assault on your cunt didn’t stop till you were finally falling over the edge, her tongue replacing her fingers as she eagerly lapped at your cunt.

You held your arm over your eyes to collect yourself before you felt her pull away, shuffling through something you couldn’t quite make out and finally revealing her to be seen with her favorite toy to use on you, her strap.

Within seconds it was clipped on and she was on top of you once more, lips connecting in a kiss that made you taste yourself.

A glint of lust lingered in her eye as she pulled away, tapping your hip with her fingers as she spoke

“You can handle more, Can’t you darling?”

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sunarc · 5 months ago

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for your ask game I am requesting discipline! I gotta know

A/N: Anything dealing with discipline i eat that shit up

He’s honestly shocked yet intrigued by you and your actions. You wore a tight skirt so small that the undercups of your ass were visible for anyone in the vicinity to see. He’s not typically a jealous person but seeing you swaying your hips back and forth, bending over to show the pink panties you were wearing left him fuming. He was willing to let it all go but you had to take it a mile too far when he turned away for just a second only to turn back and find you flirting with some guy who looked as if he couldn’t find your eyes but easily was able to navigate where your chest was. He couldn’t help but see red watching some stranger attempt to steal you away.

“I think you may have lost your mind” his voice was a deep low tone.

He held you over his lap, skirt pushed up exposing your ass while your panties laid on the ground covered in your slick.

“Don’t worry though my sweet I’ll help you find it.”

His hand massaged roughly against your ass paired with hard smacks. Your body jolted forward each time his hand connected leaving you a crying mess but you couldn’t find it in yourself to regret your actions. Somehow the stings of his slaps felt so good yet hurt so much.

“I'm so sorry, I swear i didn’t mean-” your words were cut off by a yelp as he landed another smack to your ass.

“Oh don’t be sorry now.” He slid two fingers into your entrance, sinking them in slowly.

You let out a gasp at the sudden feeling of being full.

“You weren’t sorry when you were bending over showing your pussy print.” his vulgar words went straight to your core.

You wanted to feel sorry, you truly did, but between his fingers rocking into you touching all the right spots and the smacks to your ass that left you so wet you were damn near making a puddle on his lap you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad.

“So fucking wet” his voice was angry “You must like getting me riled up like this. You enjoy getting treated like a filthy slut don't you?”

You whined in reply not wanting to speak up. He pulled his hands free, slapping your ass smiling at the recoil.

“Answer me” he demanded

“Yes yes I love it so much” you cried

His heart practically was beating out of his chest hearing you whine about how much you loved getting punished. He couldn’t help the way his pants tightened at your words.

“If you love it so much then why don’t I hear you thanking me?”

As if on command a string of slurred thankyous spilled past your lips. Wanting nothing more than to please him you cried out an endless string of words you knew he wanted to hear. His fingers continued massaging your gummy walls, exploring parts of your body you could never reach.

“Thats it, make sure you remember, he gripped you by the neck pulling you up so his lips were near your ear “Im the only one who could ever make you feel this good, and dont ever forget it”

Daichi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Crocodile, Mihawk, Getou, Nanami, Levi, Erwin

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beneatheaven · 1 year ago

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friends with benefits with soobin

lowercase intended, 1,512 words, haven’t proof read

smut under cut, minors do not interact

another weekend just hanging out at a friends house. this was a more chill and quiet house party. people entering in and out of the house to the backyard, the comfort in seeing your close friends and catching up with them after a week of stressful classes.

what you didn't expect was to see soobin talking to another girl.

not that either of you were exclusive, you just messed around with each other.. a lot. to the point were you both promised each other, this would just between the two of you. he didn't like the thought of you sucking another guys dick, and you didn't like the thought of kissing other girls. so to say you were jealous, was putting it very lightly.

he knew this would hurt you, just seeing him next to another girl, so maybe you were being too possessive, not that he's ever had a problem with that in bed. that was until she leaned in closer to whisper something in his ear, and he flashed a smile at her.

it made your blood boil, what did she say? and what does she want from him. he was yours, kind of, right? running out to the backyard to get away from the sight. it was starting to get too overstimulating with the overthinking.

taking a seat on one of the couple of chairs sprawled outside, taking some time to yourself thinking if any of this was worth it. the idea of you two dating has come up in conversation before. but you had to jump in and say you were too busy for anything serious at the moment. the reality was that, you felt like you weren't good enough for him.

the sound of the sliding door opening and footsteps getting closer to you had broken you out of your thoughts. turning your head to see who had came out, it was soobin. "hey it looked like something happened, are you okay?" he said while coming by to sit to a chair next to you.

"i'm fine, but looks like you were getting comfortable over there." the tone in your voice, he could pick up that you were upset at him. "y/n it's not like that, we were just getting to know each other." his hand finding yours to hold. trying to comfort you, what he did best.

"maybe you can get to know each other some more alone.." you couldn't look at him in the eyes, you felt so frustrated. "i promised you i wouldn't do that with anyone else, you remember right?" nodding your head, he was so patient with you, you didn't deserve him.

"i remember, i'm sorry i just got.. upset." he let out a quiet laugh, he was just so cute. "aw my girl got jealous didn't she?" he leaned into you to whisper "you'll always be my girl." he said as he left small kisses on your neck. he always called you that, and you never had a problem with it, even with the terms you were on.

your heart ached for him, and he felt the same way, he just wanted you to be ready. he didn't want to scare you by coming off to strong or mess up and lose you. maybe it was time to let go and be ready for him. "yes i'll always be yours." turning to him and sharing a sweet kiss.

kissing him felt so sweet and meant to be, there couldn't be anyone else for either of you. bringing your hands up to his face to hold him and deepen the kiss. he reciprocates with his hand finding it's way to your waist. whining into your mouth at the way you pull at his hair slightly, bitting down onto your bottom lip.

"did you miss me baby?" looking at you with hooded eyes "i always miss you." whimpering at him. "don't want anyone else but you soobin, please be mine." a small smile appears on his face. "do you really mean that?" his touch on your waist became softer. "yes, i'm so sorry for making you wait." "i'd wait forever if that's it took." he said immediately. your chest ached at how he made you feel so loved. leaning into kiss him again, your favorite thing ever.

"god i want you so bad, confessing really does something to you doesn't it?" giggling at his words. "we can't do it here everyone is gonna hear." you said as he peppered kisses from your neck up to your ear. "hmm you know how you always wanted to try pubic sex?" whispering into your ear. "mm very briefly, and it'd still be very obvious to everyone."

he started looking around the back yard, anywhere to hide or sneak behind. his eyes landing on a ladder still propped up to head onto the rooftop. there was a flat area, he knew what the next step was. "look, we can go up there." you turned your head to where his focus was. "are you serious?" questioning his thoughts right now. "let me just taste you, and i can take you to my place after for some more..privacy, promise." giving you a quick kiss on your lips. "okay, but just because i know you'll keep your promise."

both of you stood up and made your way over. he helped you get onto the roof smoothly. almost scared you were going to fall off but he held onto your hands tightly. he took off his sweater for you to lay on. making sure this experience was comfortable for you. once he had you under him, he went in to kiss you, one and on your waist and the other holding your face. your hands all over his back, pulling him down closer to you.

bucking your hips up into his would make him moan into your mouth. his sweet moans you loved to hear, all just for you. he removed his hand from your face, bringing it down to to your skirt. hand going under it and pushing your panties to the side."you're so wet for me bay, all for me right." quietly moaning into his ear. trying your best to keep quiet.

coming closer to your ear. "shh not too loud, don't want anyone hearing you do we." shaking your head, he had you so weak for him. running his fingers up and down your folds, lightly pinching your clit, making your knees buckle. thighs clamping around his hand.

he inserted two fingers, thrusting them slowly into you. breathing heavily while looking at his fingers going in and out of you. he would leave wet kisses around your neck, kiss you hard if you were about to get too loud. after a couple more thrust, he took his fingers out to raise your skirt higher and take your panties off. kissing them before putting them into his pocket for later. making your cheeks heat up.

"hold onto me baby." bringing one of your hands to his hair before he brought his lips to your wet pussy. his tongue landing right onto your sensitive clit first, inserting his fingers into you once again. giving it kisses while he thrusted his fingers.

he would go so fast, lapping his tongue on you, having to cover your mouth from your loud moans and whimpers. "good girl, you're so good for me y/n. my perfect girl." gripping onto his hair harder each time his fingers hit that spot inside you. "yea pull my hair like that baby." a loud moan slipping past your hand when he went harder.

he could feel your thighs slightly shaking, you were getting close. "cum on my tongue bay, for me yea?" "yes for you, god yes." taking his mouth off your pussy to kiss you as he kept thrusting his fingers into you. your hands gripping his hair and his shoulders. digging your nails into his long sleeve shirt, the feeling of his soft hair against your hand felt so comforting.

coming down from your high, legs shaking around his hand, chanting his name over and over in a whisper onto his lips. holding him down close to you once again, his closeness was your safe space. he brought his fingers to his lips, licking your juices clean off his fingers. "you came so much, all from going down on you, did you miss me?" catching his breath, you could see how wet his mouth was from you.

"yes, but i don't have to miss you any longer, right?" shaking his head at you, another sweet kiss onto your lips. "no, my girlfriend never has to miss me." smiling up at him. "hmm now can my boyfriend take me home? it's so uncomfortable up here." laughing at how long you both had been up there. "yes yes he will. i'll go down first, and carry you to the car, and wear my sweater to cover you." peppering your face with kisses as he made his way down the ladder. soobin was finally yours.

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