#sounds warm but soft and reminds me of candy so it makes them sweet

[asitrita]

Reasons why Doffy alway uses sunglasses (yes, all of them):

He always needed them because he has severe light sensibility (photophobia).

He did get hurt by that arrow, he miraculously didn't lose his eye, but he has a small scar and is almost fully blind on that eye (he can barely see some shadows and distinguish some objects) plus he has corneal opacity.

Though he has the eye shape of his mother's eyes, he has ice blue eyes, very similar shade as his father's, and he hates it when he sees himself in the mirror.

[jolalibrary]

you're a prize

joel miller x f!reader

summary: it's date night, and joel takes you to the fair

wordcount: 1.9k warnings: allusion and minor mention of smut. no outbreak. established relationship. joel is cute and wants to win you something. an: written for @iamasaddie's zodiac sign edition writing challenge. i got the lovely joel, fair au and virgo. I ignored the word limit, I’m sorry!!! thank you to the @thetriumphantpanda for proofing this little baby for me.

The air smells sweet as you step out of his truck.

Popcorn, cotton candy, and fried treats waft through the air, mingling with the cooling evening breeze as you take in the colourful stalls and bright lights.

The sound of his door slamming brings your attention back to him. His face is tight, unreadable—chest slightly puffed out, his hands fidgeting with his belt before he runs a thumb along the tucked-in edges of his shirt. Fixing. Adjusting for perfection, as though this were your first date and not close to the hundredth. When his eyes finally meet yours, you grin a little wider, and his own smile begins to break through.

It had been Tommy’s idea—but you’d suspected it was actually Sarah’s. The masterplan being laid out when you’d made coffee, the promise of an empty home, a coincidentally timed advert in the newspaper about the fair being in town as you looked at Joel:

Wanna take me to the fair, Miller? Show me how teenage you would have wooed me.

Sometimes, you can’t quite believe he’s yours.

A thing you’d said when you’d begun getting ready, your outfit laid out, putting your necklace on when he’d walked into the bedroom, shirt open, jeans unfastened, belt hanging there—a sinful picture that somehow was real and yours.

It’s why you’d breathed it out, caught off guard, made the two of you leave far later than you’d told yourselves when he’d left this morning. Your eyes having dragged up and down his frame in the mirror before you pressed the very same words to his mouth. Hungry, all of a sudden desperate. Fabric dragged down his arms, jeans somewhere at his ankles—pulling and tugging, needing more until he was on his back and you found yourself sliding down his cock, finding all semblance of words unable to form.

Somehow, even now, an hour later, you have to pinch yourself.

Unable to wrap your head around the fact that your things are alongside his. That you wake up and sleep beside him. A chance encounter, a right-place-right-time, turned relationship.

A thing you know he thinks too—confirming as much when sleep threatens to take him, the veil of honesty at its thinnest as he murmurs about not deserving you, that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you the first time you’d met.

He makes up for the handful of hours he can give you between working, parenting and sleeping, by writing poems between your thighs, scriptures against your skin, mouth and neck. Making promises he did his darndest to keep.

“You look good, Miller. Don’t worry.”

“Not worryin’.”

You make a soft noise to yourself, offering your hand as the strings of multicoloured bulbs draped between the parking lot and the stalls flicker on, casting a warm glow across his face as you smile at him.

Date nights happen so infrequently, that you’re not sure you remember how they go outside of takeout and movies on the sofa. Not that you complain, happily trade almost any evening for one of them.

“God, you’re handsome,” you whisper, tightening your fingers around his hand—looping them, feeling how much larger his is, than yours—as your other arm bends at the elbow, slinging around his neck. “Fuck I’m one lucky lady.”

He snorts, loudly. His eyes flick to the side before they land back on you, bashful, soft, as he clears his throat and you scrape your nails against his scalp. “Think I’m the lucky one.”

You smile, all uncontrollably as you inhale the scent of his aftershave. It’s all wooden-edged, peppery—just him. Reminded all of a sudden to the wisp of it the night prior, the fan having picked it up, blew it across the room as you turned a page in your book and heard him sigh, would do anythin’ for you.

“I could kiss you.”

Licking his lips, flicking his gaze from yours to your mouth and back. “Yeah?”

You wonder if he catches how it leaves his lips. How wrecked it sounds, how it’s more gravel than velvet, making heat bloom in your stomach as you draw a shape along his scalp.

“Could. But won’t. I think I need a corndog, maybe a ride on the Big Wheel. Real date night vibes first—not often we have some alone time. Don’t want to squander what Tommy has given us.”

Scoffing, he shakes his head, “Tommy.”

Grinning, you nudge into him when he tugs you to begin walking. Glancing up to notice how the sky is shifting in real-time from deep blue to velvet indigo—feeling him release your hand, to slide an arm around your waist. Guiding. Leading through shifting crowds.

You feel grateful, almost overwhelmed, as you take in the scene around you. On both sides, colourful stalls burst with energy, each humming excitedly. The ring toss calls to you with glistening glass bottles and the satisfying clink of rings, while the joyful pops of balloons from a nearby dart game fill the air.

It becomes apparent, quickly, you’re not sure where he’s leading you—not as you pass cheers that grab your attention, only jolting back to him when he comes to a stop at a stall. One less busy, the outer edge overflowing with giant stuffed animals and oddities—

“Hey look, it’s you.”

Your eyes narrow, flitting around, staring as he squeezes your hip.

“There,” he whispers.

All gruff, right into your ear. His breath dances along your cheek. Making your throat dry, making heat bloom between your legs when his chest becomes flush with your spine, and you follow where his finger is pointing, finding at the end of it—

“A sloth. Like you.”

“Fuck you, Miller.”

His laugh ripples out of him, loud, cracking in places as he wraps an arm around your chest, keeping you pinned—letting you feel how it rumbles through him, vibrating your bones with it as you find it hard not to join him. Shaking your head, but smirking, staring up at him before he presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

The same kind he leaves in the morning when he gets up before you; the same one he leaves on your skin when he walks in and finds dinner cooked, and the evidence of a hard day on your face. The same one that means three words, a thing you’re happy to take, each and every time.

“Gonna win it for you.”

“Joel, c’mon, you don’t need to do that, can just go on the ride, grab a snack and go—”

“I’ll be quick. Promise,” he replies, tightening his hold across your chest, mouth dropping back to your ear as children scream as they run past, “Lemme win you a prize, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, tongue in cheek as you stare at him. “What if you’re the only prize I need?”

He contemplates, in the way he always does—mouth scrunching up, nose twitching. “Still gonna win you a sloth.”

Folding your arms, you see little point in arguing. Resting your hip against the side, watching him familiarise himself with the goal: aim the rifle at the row of little metal flaps and shoot them down one by one—each having painted in little ducks on in faded yellows, and in your opinion had seen better days.

It's odd to see a rifle in his hand—wooden, smooth, worn from countless hands over the years. You're so used to seeing him with a tool of some kind or a coffee mug when he's at home.

Joel's first go isn’t too bad. The second, third and fourth, range from worse to about the same.

Each time, he grumbles—a little grunt here, a fuck there. It hissed, whispered—right under his throat with the passing reminder of children still running around the place—as you shift from leaning to standing, and arms folded to hanging loose at your sides.

“Joel, c’mon, let’s go play something else—”

“Goddammit, I can do this.”

Placing your hand on his forearm, feeling it twitch under, spotting the way his bicep twitches under the fabric of his shirt, you busily focus on his face. “Hey, I know you can. But, I want to go on The Big Wheel—maybe, make out a little, you know? Little over the clothes. See what it was like to date teenage Joel Miller.”

His jaw ticks—teeth running over his bottom lip as his nostrils flare as he inhales. His grip remains tight on the toy, fingers flexing over the trigger as your palm rubs in a line up and down his arm.

“One more go, promise.”

Smiling, you close your eyes and shrug—dropping your hand. “One more go.”

Stepping back, watching him nod to the man to reset the metal flaps, you have a thought. “Hey.”

Brown eyes meet yours—the bulbs of the stall reflecting in them, making them shimmer, shine. His face smoothed out, soft, as though work hadn’t been stressing him for weeks, as though bills hadn’t been keeping him awake.

“You win me that sloth, Miller, maybe I’ll ask the guy at the Big Wheel if we can stop at the top and admire the view.”

His eyes narrow, staring, your tongue dragging along your upper lip before your teeth bite on your lower and you tilt your head. Then, his eyes flash.

Head turning, cracking it on either side as he adjusts his stance and squares his shoulders—his grip different, almost more expert as you press your thighs together at the sight of his arm flexing again, his neck tensing.

Then, he knocks one down and your pulse hammers in your ears. The second makes you jump a little, as your heart skips a beat in your chest.

And you know he still has three attempts for the third, plenty of time. But you pinch your thigh through the fabric skating over them. Trying to level your breathing; trying to not move in anticipation. Fingers almost wanting to cross as you stare at him, admiring, unable to tear your eyes away from him—

Then the third rings out.

Metal clanging—a win announced, practically bellowing and vibrating through the air as he cheers when the bell is rung and you find yourself with your arms around his neck. You don’t think as you press a kiss—all painted in joy, happiness and pride—against his cheek. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest when your hand slides over it, rubbing, trying to soothe it as he shakes his head in disbelief when the toys is held out to him.

He takes it, his hand large and strong, the same one that just skillfully shot down metal ducks to win you a prize. As he hands it to you, his other arm slips gently around your waist.

“Told you I’d win you it.”

“My hero,” you smirk, tapping his nose with the sloth’s hand.

Feeling him pinch your side, forcing a giggle out, he drops his voice again, “C’mon, want my prize now.”

“Am I not your prize?” you tease, smiling, faking innocence as he stares—blinking, unsure what to say.

“Some parts of you more than others.”

Grinning, mouth falling open in shock, you hear him chuckle. “Good job I’m interested in finding out what winning tastes like.”

His eyes darken, lips parting as you watch him swallow, before he groans all in the back of his throat. “Yeah?”

Nodding, you bite your lip. “Wanna see how much it costs us to have five minutes at the top?”

Joel practically drags you towards the Big Wheel, the fair music blaring from it as you clutch the sloth toy tight to your waist, trying to keep up with him, grinning, from ear to ear.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Obsessed Song

Judge Claude Frollo x fem!reader

warning : obsession, religion, kissing, implied naive reader, implied murder

Summary : The sound of love can quickly become a symphony of passion, especially in the case of the divinely appointed Judge Claude Frollo, who will have this lovely flower in his clutches no matter what has to be done.

Info : So I'm back with another Frollo story and it took so long to write again for him. So for myself and you all here it is a new ,,sweet" story for our fav Judge ;)

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A sound so fine and bright reached his ears again, he heard the sound coming from her room. At the judge's request, he always made her play, her bewitching sound wafted through his house and even the guards outside, he knew with disgust, listened to her play.

But her beauty would be his. She would be his. Once he had her in his clutches he could lay his hands on her and place the golden ring on her fingers. All that was needed was the help of the Archdeacon, his word spoken, this angel would be his.

The slow plucking of the harp let him know that she was waiting for him, dutifully following his command. Glancing out of the window, the city lay bathed in the golden sun of the afternoon. The inhabitants full of sin, sin he did not have, unlike them, he was true.

His word was law since he had this place since he had taken in this freak, he was the judge. The judge who was invited to tea one day in the courtyard of the Archdeckan, the two of them talking about the new affairs of the city. He took a sip from the expensive porcelain cup and almost choked on the warm drink.

An eye-candy of a delicate woman came out of the house to the inn, carrying a silver tray with cookies and pastries. ,,Tell me, sweet lady, did you make these delicious treats?" He had asked then, rising from his seat and bowing to her curtsy, kissing the back of her hand and giving her a gentle smile. The fire, the knowledge of betterment, had burned in him.

He had feasted on her heated cheeks, the uncertain, slightly shy smile, the hands hastily hidden behind her back, a lady who became full of shame in the face of her lord. Her immaculateness, her innocence in that moment when he had seen her in the courtyard he knew he wanted her no he had to have her there was no other way.

It was easier to convince the Archdeacon that this beautiful flower of the city could play for the King of France with his connections that went high into the monarch's palace, he could make it happen. ,,But until then, I would teach her personally," he had told his old acquaintance before leading the pretty girl from her room to the carriage.

Sitting opposite her in the carriage, he had seen her nervous look, so full of innocence that he knew she knew nothing but the 'safe' part of the city. ,,You're nervous don't worry my dear I'll have you home safely" he assured her and with a knock on the wood of the carriage it started to move.

The horses whinnied as the crack of the whip sounded, reminding him for a moment of torture in the cellars. The cellar in which he had left his own corpses and wilted flowers. But no, he wouldn't hurt her, at least not until she tried to give her flowers to someone else.

His rings on his fingers he knew the feeling of placing them around the warm soft neck of a woman. It was an ecstasy he felt every time he was God at that moment. He would do it again if he had to, and his he would take her sweet sounds her sweetness if she threatened to leave him. But this time something told him that this would not happen. He would not allow it.

One thing that made his darling sway as the carriage turned a sharp corner and her failure to hold on caused her to move forward. Her hand rested against his leg while he held her other hand against her, a closeness she was not used to, as he quickly realized.

She seemed to burn in his fire, the sweet scent of rosewater familiar and yet addictive. ,,I'm sorry-I'm sorry my lord," she mumbled, trying to disengage as she took in his presence and realized what she was doing here.

Frollo, on the other hand, had held her for a moment, slowly letting his hand wander over hers, supposedly searching for an injury before he slowly released her. ,,The main thing is that you haven't hurt yourselves, my darling," he assured her and saw with a suppressed grin that she was only now taking her hand from him, too, savoring his closeness to the last moment.

He was convinced of it. But he himself had felt her rapid heartbeat, her hand on him, she wanted it, she wanted him, she wanted to plunge into a sin that he had brought forth. For a flower tainted by sin and impurity would only become pure again under the finest holy light.

Turning his gaze away from the window and back to the present, he took the wine with him that he wanted to fetch from the wooden cupboard in the kitchen.

The fine metal of the goblets rang in the room as he turned away and walked back to her in the music room with the things in his hands. ,,I'm back my dear, a little nourishment for an exhausted body," he said softly and placed the objects on one of the finely crafted wooden tables before the music died out seconds later and he saw her put down her harp and come back to him in the corner of his eye.

,,Thank you my lord father was right I can't thank you enough…your kindness and graciousness not every lady of Paris can say she was taught by someone like you" came her praise her modesty made her hastily reach for her goblet for fear of making a promise and saying something else.

But he enjoyed her talk, he enjoyed everything about her and knew she would continue, he had already accompanied her on the harpsichord, helping her to keep the melody. He saw exactly how the wine slightly discolored her lips if the sweetish red had not been dark enough like blood, like that on the lips of the whores on the streets.

No she was different it was like playing with fire and he was going to burn it all down if it meant she stayed with him. He became her only source of life. ,,Continue your playing dear, I will guide your posture," he commanded and took the goblet from her hand before she picked up the harp again and let her fingers wander over the sides.

The notes rang out again from the room and traveled through the house, but Frollo was full of admiration. ,,Very good…like god's angels in the holy realm…but still the weight of sin," he praised before noticing how she held her arm too high, ruining her form and disturbing the image of beauty.

Moving closer to her, his fine, cool fingers tipped with rhinestones placed themselves on her arm, directing her into the perfect position as he almost pressed himself against her, smelling her sweet scent from her hair and body.

The angle allowed him to look at her chest because of his height, a sight of her undressed body in his mind that he would get either way once he became her one and only once the ring was on her finger. But he pulled himself together to unleash his will on her now, the fire of hell would burn her now. Like everything, it still needed a little time.

He released his fingers from her corrected arm and placed his hand on her playing hand, holding her tightly while his other hand went to her hip. The movement was so light as a breeze that an outsider would not really notice it. But he noticed it, he knew that she felt him touching her, enjoying her, letting the symphony play through the room, losing himself in the mix and never wanting to stop.

Having her so close to him was irresistible. Irresistible but not infinite when he realized that the guards were announcing the carriage at the door and had to snatch his pretty note, his body, his song away from him again.

But with the fading of her harp playing, he reluctantly detached himself from her, ,,You have improved a lot, lovely girl," he praised her as she wrapped up her harp and curtseyed to him, thanking him for his praise and patience before taking her hand again.

He left a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before he released her from her cage and let her go to the carriage to the outside world. But he was sure that the next time they met, the golden ring on her finger would form a key that would lock her sound in his house. Then he would have her for himself forever.

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@ria-coolgirl , @lola-max-sugar , @judgefrollo24 , @mommmysstuff , @fantadym , @missmannequin , @imjadensstuff , @wiiderlich

[bun-lapin]

The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 1)

Summary: The housewardens have a gingerbread house competition

A/N: I meant to have this ready for before Christmas but of course, life had other plans lol The good news though is that I have a whole bunch of new writing ideas and I'm hoping to bust out of my little creative slump once the holiday chaos dies down a bit <3 The overall fic is a bit long so I decided to break it into smaller parts for readability. I'll be posting one part per day and will add links for the other parts after they post <3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4/END - AO3 (whole fic)

Word Count: 1.6k CW: crack, silly, shouting, insults, mild swearing, candy/gingerbread

Winter at Night Raven College was a time even more magical than usual. Although the cafeteria was mostly empty, the sight of festive winter garlands draped elegantly along the walls, combined with the soft sounds of crackling flames in the grand fireplace, brought a cozy sense of winter cheer to the room. The alluring scents of sugary treats and winter spices wafted through the warm air from the kitchen nearby and from a long, solitary table set up by the doors to the kitchen. Already covered with an assortment of candies and plates of oddly shaped gingerbread cookies, the table was the very picture of a sweet and festive feast. Around the table, seven striking figures were seated an equal distance from each other and, as the snow softly began to fall from the sky outside, they quietly worked with the bounty of sugary confections before them.

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“I swear on the Noble Rulebook of the Queen of Hearts, if I find out someone has been hoarding all of the rose-shaped peppermints, it’s off with everyone’s heads!”

Leona drowsily raises an eyebrow at Riddle and smirks, “What’s the matter, housewarden? We just started. You losing your temper already?”

Riddle scoffs and wrinkles his nose at Leona’s slouching posture, “I’m not losing my temper! I’m trying to make sure there is an equitable distribution of candy decorations for everyone present to construct their gingerbread houses!” He picks up a paper that looks like an architectural blueprint and angrily jabs a finger at a particular section of the diagram. “I am building a gingerbread model of the Heartslabyul rose maze–to scale, I might add–and I require exactly 68 rose-shaped peppermints to construct it.”

Leona slowly blinks at the intricately detailed design in Riddle’s hands and then shakes his head with a soft chuckle. Reaching under his seat, he pulls out a large, glass bowl of rose-shaped candies and passes it to the Heartslabyul housewarden. Ignoring the death glare from Riddle, he turns to the other housewardens seated around the table and asks, ”Can someone remind me again why we’re doing this stupid gingerbread house competition? This seriously feels like a waste of my precious free time.”

Vil looks up from his gingerbread construction with an expression of withering scorn on his face, “We just went over everything not even a moment ago. Did you actually forget or were you just not paying attention in the first place?”

Kalim lets out a bright and hearty laugh from his seat at the table, “I think this is going to be a really fun activity!” He holds up a small gingerbread cookie decorated with dark colored icing and licorice in the image of Dire Crowley, “Plus, we have to do this because the headmaster asked us to!”  Waving the Crowley cookie in the air, he speaks in a surprisingly accurate impression of the headmaster, “I’ll be damned if I let those fools at RSA take home the trophy for the Isle of Sage’s gingerbread house competition another year in a row!”

Leona shakes his head with a slightly aggravated sigh, “I’m still failing to see why I, or any of us for that matter, should care about this useless endeavor.”

With a piping bag of white icing in one hand, Azul laughs softly and adjusts his glasses with the other hand, “There’s also the fact that whoever makes the best gingerbread house here today will receive a free PE class credit.”

Leona’s eyebrows rise in mild surprise and then he smirks. “Is that so? Well I suppose that explains why that guy over there is actually here in person for once,” he says as he points down towards the other end of the table.

Idia peers up from his work, the expression on his face equal parts gloomy and irritated, “Listen, I will do anything if it means I can miss any amount of PE.” Turning back to his geometric gingerbread design with a pout, he mutters under his breath, “Although, the main reason I’m actually here is because Ortho literally shot down my gingerbread construction drone.”

With a softly amused smile on his face, Malleus turns in his seat next to the Ignihyde housewarden and says, “Do try to cheer up, Idia. I’ve always felt that festive occasions such as these should be attended in person. A contraption built for the sole purpose of constructing with gingerbread could never replace someone special like you.”

“Oh-! Uh-! Th-thanks Malleus-shi! Th-that’s really nice of you to say,” Idia replies with a nervous grin. While keeping his gaze pinned to his work on the table, he then smoothly reaches into his pocket and rapid-fire taps out a message into his smartphone: AAGGGHH!!! WHYYY IS THE HEIR APPARENT OF BRIAR VALLEY SITTING NEXT TO ME?? SO DISTRACTING  (╥﹏╥)

A message notification chimes out from the phone in Azul’s front jacket pocket. After checking to make sure his hands are clean of icing, he takes out his phone and reads the message. With a playful smirk on his face, he taps out his reply: Honestly, I’m more surprised by the fact that Crowley actually remembered to invite Malleus this time. What a rare event!

Idia’s phone buzzes quietly in his pocket and he looks down to swiftly check the message. He glares over at Azul with a small frown and quickly types: yo speaking of rare events! are you wearing the glasses i made for you?? the ones with the built-in camera and mic?? because i deffo remember you saying that they were useless and not your style (¬､¬)

The sound of the cafeteria door loudly creaking open suddenly cuts off Idia and Azul’s silent conversation. All of the assembled housewardens turn to see two fluffy ears atop a head of messy, sandy-brown hair enter the room. With a mischievous grin and a hissing-kind of chuckle, Ruggie waves to the group, “Heya, everyone! I’m here for the gingerbread house competition.”

Riddle frowns at Ruggie while balancing two pieces of messily frosted gingerbread in his hands, “No, you certainly are not! This competition is for housewardens only!”

Leona lets out a loud yawn as he waves Ruggie over to the table. Turning to the rest of the group he explains, “It’s alright, I’m the one who called him here.” Handing Ruggie a piping bag of icing, Leona adds, “He’s gonna build my gingerbread house for me while I take a nap under the table.” Cries of outrage erupt from around the table and Leona’s ears twitch angrily as he raises his eyebrows at the grumbling housewardens.

While carefully setting down a slanted piece of gingerbread atop his elegantly constructed house, Vil states bluntly, “Ruggie is not allowed to build your house for you, Leona. Crowley explicitly instructed us to build these gingerbread houses without any magic or outside assistance.” Raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow, he smirks and adds, “If you want this free class credit, you’re going to have to put in some amount of work for once in your life.”

Leona directs a questioning look towards Ruggie who, in turn, raises his shoulders and shakes his head in resignation. Leona waves a hand dismissively at Ruggie, effectively shooing him out of the room, and clicks his tongue with annoyance, “Fine, fine. I got it. You don’t have to be such a bitch about it, though.” Grabbing a handful of candies and pieces of gingerbread, he then quickly and expertly begins assembling them together.

Without looking up from his work, Vil smoothly pipes extra icing on the corners of his house and replies in an even tone, “Call me by that word again and I’ll shave off all of your hair to weave into a throw rug for the Pomefiore common room.”

“Hey Vil,” Leona chirps out a soft whistle to catch the Pomefiore housewarden’s attention.

Letting out a short, aggravated sigh, Vil rolls his eyes and then looks over at Leona. “What,” he flatly asks.

With a heavy thud, Leona sets the end result of his hard work for the last few minutes on the table in front of him. Made from rounded pieces of gingerbread and decorated with brightly colored candies, is a large replica of a hand with a raised middle finger. Standing up from his seat, Leona flashes everyone a triumphant little smirk and then saunters out of the room without another word. 

The remaining housewardens silently watch him leave and, as the cafeteria door creaks shut, they return to their work with a softly murmured chorus of disapproval. An uncharacteristic silence settles over the group as everyone focuses on their individual gingerbread designs for the next few minutes.

Kalim finally breaks into the quiet with a bright laugh, “It's too bad Leona decided to leave early! I just finished making his cookie counterpart!” He holds up a Leona-shaped gingerbread cookie decorated with chocolate candies and a tiny feline scowl drawn in icing.

Looking up from his work, Vil studies the little cookie with an irritated glare. Wordlessly, he reaches across the table to pluck the Leona cookie from Kalim’s hand and then snaps the head off of the gingerbread figure. Handing the beheaded cookie back to Kalim, Vil flatly states, “My apologies.”

After carefully laying the broken pieces of Leona on a plate, Kalim holds up two additional gingerbread figures. One is decorated with marshmallow pieces and little wolf ears. The other is decorated with fluffy peanut butter frosting and hyena ears. Waving the wolf-eared cookie through the air, Kalim yells in a low, gruff voice, “Oh no! Housewarden Leona! I'll find out who did this to you and avenge the honor of our dorm!” Wiggling the hyena-eared cookie, Kalim says in a smoother, teasing voice, “Shyeheehee! Does this mean I get the rest of the day off?”

-continued in part 2-

[drtyelvisfantasy]

Coney Island Baby🛼🍦 ౨ৎ

Parings: Elvis Presley x reader

*50s Elvis

Summary: You and Elvis spend a romantic night at Coney Island. With thrilling rides, carnival games, and beautiful beach sunset. With your love blossoming under the Coney Island lights

Song for fic: Coney Island Baby- The Excellents

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the boardwalk, you and Elvis strolled hand in hand, your laughter intertwined with the sounds of crashing waves and bustling crowds. The air was filled with a contagious energy, the scent of cotton candy and salty sea breeze, as the two of you made your way through the vibrant Coney Island.

"Y'know, darlin', I've always wanted to take someone special to Coney Island," Elvis grinned, his charming blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "And I can't think of anyone more special than you."

Heat rushed up to your checks as you blushed, feeling your heart flutter at the sincere sweetness in Elvis's voice. "I'm so lucky to be here with you, Elvis. It's like a dream come true."

Elvis chuckled, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Well, let's make this dream unforgettable, sugar."

You and Elvis approached a colorful booth, adorned with various stuffed animals and prizes that seemed almost impossible to win. You had your eye on a particular stuffed bear, the bear was huge and was pink with white hearts. You begged Elvis to win it for you, you even threatened him with tears just to get the stuffed bear. Elvis confidently stepped up, ready to take on the challenge. He picked up a few rings and aimed them at the bottles, his concentration evident on his face.

With each successful toss, you clapped and cheered, your eyes shining with pride for your talented boyfriend. Elvis's determination paid off as he won a large pink and white teddy bear, which he immediately presented it two you with a playful wink.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Elvis chuckled, holding out the bear. "Now you'll always have something to remind you of this magical night."

You hugged the teddy bear tightly, grateful for the thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, Elvis. I'll cherish it forever."

With prizes in hand, the two of you meandered through the park, enjoying thrilling rides and indulging in delicious carnival snacks. You couldn't help but giggle as Elvis challenged you to a friendly water gun game, your laughters echoing through the air as the two playfully sprayed each other.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Elvis led you towards the sandy beach. The two found a cozy spot and settled down, your toes buried in the soft sand. Elvis wrapped his arm around the your shoulders, pulling you close as the both of you gazed out at the breathtaking view.

"Even with all the fame and fortune, moments like these with you are what truly matters," Elvis murmured, his voice filled with vulnerability. "Just being able to share these simple, beautiful moments—it's what makes life worth living."

You snuggled closer, resting your head on Elvis's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I feel the same way, Elvis. It's the genuine connection we have that makes everything else fade away."

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipped lower, casting a radiant glow that painted the world in warm hues. It was in these quiet moments that your love truly flourished, an unspoken understanding and affection binding the two of you together.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, Elvis pressed a tender kiss against your forehead. "I love you, darlin'. Thank you for being a part of my life."

Your heart swelled with love, your voice filled with emotion. "I love you too, Elvis. Thank you for showing me a love I never thought possible."

With the backdrop of Coney Island's twinkling lights and the rhythmic sound of the waves, the both of you continued to revel in each other's presence, cherishing the memories you both had created on this enchanting date.

Together, you both knew that no matter what the future held, your love would always be as timeless as the memories you shared under the Coney Island lights.

[ssavinggrace]

@drewlover

your annabeth post about her 'having so much love to give' I kinda wrote a bit on that. and drew something- also the brownie recipe in this y'all gotta try.

page 1. one of many recepies percy loves.

sally's brownies prep time-fifteen minutes. cook time-thirty minutes. total-forty five minutes. one cup of melted butter -1/2 cups of unsweetened coco powder -2 cups of all-purpose flour -4 large eggs -4 teaspoons of vanilla extract -as much blue food dye as you want. sally said 'I usually put in twenty five drops, which is alot, but Percy loves it.' icing - 1/4 cups of softened butter - 1/4 cup of milk. sally uses 2% -1/4 cup if unsweetened coco powder - 3 cups powdered sugar Instructions Preheat oven to 350° F. -Line a 9x13-inch baking dish with foil and spray foil with non-stick spray. Set aside. - In the bowl of an electric stand-mixer, add the melted butter and cocoa powder. Using the paddle attachment, blend till smooth. Add the flour and sugar. Beat together then add eggs and vanilla. Mix just until combined. Don't over mix. The batter will be thick -Pour batter into prepared baking dish and spread out evenly. Bake 25 to 35 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove brownies from oven and let stand 15 minutes before frosting. -You want the brownies still warm when you frost them! -FOR CHOCOLATE FROSTING: Beat together all the frosting ingredients until smooth. Pour and spread over warm brownies. Let cool completely before cutting and serving.

page 2. my beautiful boy 💙

percy has a series of scars down his back.  one long one Down the middle of his back, vertical way. he has five, small thin scars across this scar. he has a a set of three scars down his left shoulder blade, clearly from a monster. some maybe from Gabe. when studying, percy let's me sit in his lap and he plays with my hair. later, i ran a hand through his hair, he relaxed. run his hands through his hair. he loves it. he hates sour candy. he refuses to eat it. today percy stayed up with estelle all night because she's sick, because he said "she might be lonely". reminder to do that when he's sick too" he scrunches up his nose when he's worried he wants to become a trauma and abuse counselor. he wants to help people that went through similar things. mortals and demigods alike. he likes when I wear his cologne. wear it often.

pg 3. lia :)

what I got her on December 22, after Mount Tam, her first birthday back. - a bow able to hold any arrow or immense pressure. ie: when Thalia uses her lightning arrows, it won't heat or break. after Gaia's defetion, shortly after Apollos first misson of redemption, what i got her on her next birthday. -a phone built by Leo with no tracking. all of our friends have one too, all to stay in contact even when she's across the world. something she got after Jason died. - Jason's journal. Jason wanted to give it to her. and the pelt he'd been given from Lupa, he gifted to Thalia. I'm glad she got left his journal too, at least one of them would get to know the other. what I'll get her this year - she keeps talking about a pair of boots. it may sound stupid, but she won't stop talking about it. I definitely want to get her something she wants. but, I dint want to give her just that. I'll meet with Piper to get her to help me to make her better boots. I'll sketch it out.

pg 5. baby girl 🩷

In the realm where love's sweet whispers reside, There walks a demigod, grace personified. Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite's grace, With a smile that could brighten the darkest space. Her soft, pretty smile, a radiant delight, Like a sunbeam breaking through the darkest night. Her hair, like tendrils of love's sweet art, Curls into little hearts, a work of the heart. In the gentlest light, her features gleam, A vision of beauty, a celestial dream. The corners of her eyes, they gently crease, When she smiles, all the world finds its peace. A demigod of love, she truly embodies, Aphrodite's daughter, in whom love resides. Piper McLean, a goddess in mortal guise, With a heart so warm, and beauty that never dies.

[mushroomwoods]

Flower Picking — Decidit (the Fallen)

just one short spill of words from Decidit's life after his second quest, he's a bit over 18 in this one, but yeah, everyone still refers to him as child, because he is still their little child at heart. everyone is fond of him, just he himself doesn't see it.

Decidit always had an intense hatred for his own hands.

Filthy hands which bathed in blood, hands that faltered he needed it the most, that only served to take lives over and over again.

He wanted to scoff when Ghess held his unworthy hands in her warm ones, her rough voice sounding so soft as she told him to treat it more carefully, a soothing balm being softly spread over his reddened skin from how much he scratched at it, wanting to rip that sheen of filthy off, no matter how much he knew it was futile.

Yet as he saw the deep pools of sadness in her dark eyes, he only bit his lips, holding the snarky comment.

“Child, we all make mistakes. That perfect person, pure and devoid of all sins doesn’t exist,” his eyes peeked back at the woman, confused and clearly ready to rebuke, “not me, not Gaudium, not even my good samaritan of a husband, nor any of your friends or foes. We all have a fair share of things we regret doing, so there’s no need to beat yourself so much.” As she finished applying the balm, the bandage was neatly rolled around his small hands.

He grumbled a sound of appreciation, ready to get up and out of the house, yet he was tugged into a hug by the older woman, his shoulders tensing slightly, before easing into the touch as she rubbed soothing circle onto his back.

“You already did so much for people you didn’t even owe anything, so stop beating youself so much, Decidit.” Her voice was quiet.

His arms finally wrapped around the warrior, the most comfort he could offer to ease her distress over his own actions.

“I... I will try.”

Not more than a few days after, Skylar was pulling him around town, their own energy surely matching that of his mother, and reminding the hero of the headache he had whenever Ghess went on a spiral over some of the things she was obsessed with.

“Why does it have to be me?” Decidit asked under his breath, the scowl etched onto his face turning into surprise as his friend stopped abruptly in front of him, turning back to look at him.

Their black eyes made Decidit uncomfortable, wondering if for once his rude remarks threw Skylar off, but soon enough a smile crept onto his serious face.

“Because you’re the funniest to mess with, of course!” Skylar didn’t even wait for an answer,  turning around and going back to leading the hero by the wrist. “Besides, you never got to enjoy our festivals, so I thought you should visit it at least once and show people your face. They missed you quite a lot, you know,” the mage’s voice was heard even among the bustling crowd, “everyone was kinda saddened that their hero dissapeared after defeating the evil without even letting them thank you.”

The blonde felt his cheeks warming, gaze lowering to the stone path as he absent mindedly brushed his fingers on his hair.

Seeming true to his friend’s word, they were stopped by almost every shop owner, soon their arms filled with bags and good luck trinkets.

“You seemed to really like the pumpkin bread every time you came here before, so have some on the house.” The baker patted his back heavily, handing him a paper bag filled to the brim with the warm treat.

“Hey kiddo! I made a hard candy with the leaf you recommended the last time, it turns out the way you teached me how to prepare it, takes all the bitter taste out, so the kids have been hung on it.” The old lady next door handed him a small cloth pouch filled with bead like colourful sweets with an smile.

“Oh, it’s the hero! Just in time! Since you said the strong smell made you sick, I’ve been trying to make a softer perfume lately, would you like to try it?” The cherry perfumer was next.

And then diviner, the woodworker and many people he was surprised to even remember the name yet.

The last stop was at the flower shop, it was bustling with people, some other shop owners helping around the frail man around, yet he couldn’t take much time to try and remember anything else, before a young child grabbed at the hem of his garments, toothy smile blooming as soon as the hero looked down on him.

“Would you like some flowers, sir?” The tiny hands streched a bouquet of iris, windflowers and sunflowers, seeming pre-made for the festival visitants.

Decidit carefully took it in his own hands, wtaching the kid run off into the next guest, his brownish eyes widening as he recognized the fluffy patch of ginger hair on the child. His mother had died at the war.

His eyes cast down, filled with guilty, wondering if he could even accept such gift, but before he could spiral down in a wail of self pity, a warm voice called for his name.

“Decidit.” He looked to his side, scared, seeing the man beside him and instantly recognizing him as the child’s father.

He wondered if he would look at him with contempt, if the man would spew insults at him for being unable to do his only mission, if–

And yet, all he felt was the warmth of another body against his, a firm hand on his shoulder, before he was released, the man chuckling at the younger boy widened eyes.

“Aren’t… you mad at me?” Decidit’s voice trembled, but the man only hummed, questioning what he meant. “I failed to protect those people… your wife.” He was scared to look into the man’s face, amusing, since he never backed down before, yet he couldn’t bear to see disappointment flash onto someone’s else face.

“It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t sad,” the ginger started, “but I- no, we saw how much of yourself you gave to us. You did everything in your power to protect us, child, so there’s no way we’d hold you accountable.” His voice was warm, and he heard a chuckle from beside him.

Skylar whipering a well meaning “told you so” to him.

He felt his eyes sting, not wanting to cry, yet not being able to hold the tears that spilled from his eyes like a seamless stream, Skylar pulled him onto his shoulder, lightly running their fingers through his hair.

“Tsk, such a cry baby.” The hero wanted to pull some snark, yet it seemed like the tension on his body had finally released after a long, long, time.

The flourist smiled fondly watching the scene, they were still so young, he patted his dirty covered apron down, before finally speaking up.

“I heard you have a hard time picking up hobbies, so, if you’d like, I could give you some flower seeds to grow.” It was a genuine offer. “I heard that people tend to feel better living in a place filled with colours, and I tend to agree so.”

The blonde slightly perked up at the words, looking around and seeing how this booth seemed to be selling both the seeds and the flowers this time around, little signs above each type of flower, signing to it’s name and meaning.

His eyes stopped suddently at a pair of blue and orange flowers that stood side by side, the vubrancy of it’s colour clashing with it’s meaning.

Grief, kindness, gratitude.

“If I may.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the ginger smiled, toothy just like the one from his child.

“By all means.”

Barely over three months, Skylar and Gaudium were surprised by the patches of marigolds and hydrangeas covering the back garden of the hero solitary house, the newly crowned queen laughing heartily as Skylar told her how it had came to unfold.

From that day on, it wasn’t unsual to see the children from the town hanging around his garden to play, always returning to their home with a crown of colourful flowers sitting neatly on their head.

Decidit still had troubles forgetting his mistakes from the past, yet, somehow, he seemed to like his hands a little better, if it was able to make people around him happy. If even a sinner like him could grow such beautiful flowers, he could only hope that someday he’d finally find it in himself to forgive them for his own wrongdoings.

[obylljr2]

A bouquet of flowers, on a dark tough world we call Earth.

A train of thoughts of mine, first-person point-of-view. Ideally, no one should ever read this. But this is a private Tumblr anyways, so anything can go. I don't expect anyone to either.

I know that I haven't been able to get a good composure of myself, nor get a good grip on my life, let alone talking about things as vague as "love". At this point of time, I don't fully believe in true love. It's just a bunch of hormone surges in a human body; some preset of pathways that we, humans, perceive as something (seemingly) as beautiful as heaven. That doesn't mean it doesn't exist. What I'm trying to say is, I felt this kind of feeling that is unspeakably lingering, a bit weird. It gets into my soft personality. I don't know whether it will linger for real or it's merely an imaginary one; some kind of illusion to guide humans away from extinction, I presume.

Strange. After all this time, the feeling is holding on; it is intact. Well, most of it anyways. Less hyperbolic, presumably wiser. Still, I can't get over with how I once get caught in a situation called "infatuation". I'm afraid of typing her name here. I try to stay away from blind writing, but I reckon I could write anything because, well, why not? After all, this is a thought canvas.

Okay. Here it is.

I still very much, deeply, fondly, unconditionally like her.

I, as of now, still trying hard not to associate my feelings with the word "love". Even though what I felt is crystal clear and concise enough, love is a complex concept. However, the thing is, whenever I encounter her name, or merely a glance of her cuteness, my mind just wanders to a place with a thousand bouquets. What did she do? Nothing! She is just being herself. Funny. Energetic. Invigorating. Intoxicating happiness. Cute. Heartwarming. Melts my heart.

In a more "civilized" language: every time I encounter something beautiful, let it be a stunning scenery, great places, wonderful ambience, calming tranquility of a cold moonlight, even colorful flowers blooming under the kiss of a warm morning sun, I always get reminded of her. In other words, one beauty leads to another. Her kiss on the said flowers will be one of many things that could balance those beauty. I safely state that my affection to her goes far beyond what meets the eye, but I won't lie that I tend to be distracted by her lips. They are as sweet as it can be. Though I am basically drawn by the beauty of women's lips, hers are one most memorable. In the end, she became something of a gravity herself. She became my second gravity ever since; I was drawn to her from a far.

I reckon those are a bit too heavy, but I'm trying to be honest. I hate to sound like a blinded person, but those are all what I genuinely feel about her. Seriously. That is coming from one person. I am summarizing a year of happiness in one paragraph, and I don't think it suffices.

In comparison, true, many girls are beautiful. This world is full of them. Women are beautiful. But the kind of beautiful that you see from this particular woman is vastly different. It's almost eye-opening though, of how emotion and a mere eye-candy make a world of difference. When I look at her, I not only encounter beauty. Rather, a surge of happiness, a bit of palpitation, a dash of breathlessness, and a sense of completion. Hard to describe it, since I'm not in the best condition to describe things as of this writing.

All those feelings, to me at least, comes with huge responsibility. I shouldn't just be in love without looking back on my priorities. That includes myself; who I am in general. For me, loving someone always ignites a corner of my brain, discussing about whether myself is worthy enough to experience this kind of privilege. I never ever compared myself to others, especially on topics as silly as love. But I do wonder of how everyone can fall in love as easily as the falling leaves of Autumn. I try to maintain the most genuine feelings when it comes to attraction, and so I don't fall in love that easily. But when I do, I have butterflies. They seem to fly around me 24/7. My thoughts become as beautiful as the sweet taste of Turkish Delight, without the diabetic thing.

Yet the light never existed without the dark. I have my own. Say, unhealthy misconceptions? Overflowing tendency of overthinking? The thoughts of not being worthy enough? I don't know why they live in my head rent-free. I have no idea as to why this happens a lot. Is it in my genes to always worry? I consider myself one of the most ignorant persons of all, though I always, and I mean always, thought that me, myself, aren't worthy enough for my dearest ones. It's all based on my tendency to be the best for them, even though I am doing marvelously horrible on that. I hated to be the mediocre; the kind of person who is selfish enough to receive the gift of love whilst at the same time still being a broken creature and does a horrible job of mending his broken bones. But then again, recently I realized that I am just a human being. Humans are made of mistakes, and I have done loads of them. I guess what it means to be a human is to learn from my mistakes, and that is already as important. Affection is a human thing. Humans experience it. It's not supposed to be a darkness in one's eyes. Probably it can help rejecting my redundant thoughts. Only time will tell.

All of these got me reminded of a person back when I was a stupid young boy (or am I still?). A girl I was once captivated by. Back then, I was crazy infatuated. Or was it true love gone wrong? Is there such a thing? Doesn't matter anymore. What matters is right now seemed like a time machine getting ready to rewind my past mistakes. If there is such thing as a stupid idiotic person, that will be me repeating that same mistake; which was once resulted in losing that girl over a trivial thing. I tend to hold myself back to love so that I don't repeat that mistake. Even though I feel way wiser now, more stable as well, I'm not so sure that concludes to me finally being able to handle such intense feelings. Such feelings took a heavy toll on me, on my mental health, no longer being able to prioritize, creating a haze of unreasonable infatuation that clouded my mind, and right now I'm no closer of finding why it managed to ruin me like so back then. Besides those unhealthy misconceptions I was talking about earlier, those mishaps are really the main cause of me avoiding love and its kin concepts. I am afraid.

All things considered; as of now, me typing on these train of thoughts on my laptop, I still feel like I miss her. As the Moon orbiting the Earth steadily, I find myself behaving similarly as my heart and mind are still revolving around her center of gravity. On the other hand, I still cling to the honesty that I like her even though she will eventually earn a better, much better man that I will ever be. At least that's what I hope for. She deserves the best. Only because she is a bright person. I know nothing about her personal life, what she has ever done, her inner thoughts, or any other intrapersonal stuffs. But humans have potential, and I wish, emphasis on the word "wish", to believe that she has every potential of being a great person.

That's what these kinds of feelings make you think; positivity of a certain person. Being blunt, I always thought these romantic feelings are blinding, stupid, childish. But I'll be d*mned, I believe the force of attraction had struck me like a bolt of lightning, or better yet, a raging thunder. I certainly wish that I only reap the positive side of being in lov…no not that, I meant of liking her.

After all those trains of thoughts, in the end, I try not to forget that I will not be thinking like this about her in eternity. I won't….wait, I shouldn't. What I feel right now is probably a strong one, certainly can stand the test of time, but that's not an excuse. Being me, I believe in the ultimate goal of feeling something as abstract as love; that is to be happy whenever she is the happiest. That mostly translates to her being with someone better than my current self. Could be anyone. And let's not forget that love is not about who belongs to whom. For me, it's more like praying for her, hoping for the best, little bit of helping in need won't hurt, and giving at least emotional support even though I might be a stranger to her and that isn't likely to happen anytime soon (hey, it's an idea).

And last but not least, for now, letting go of her. She won't flee to another country or something. She won't be that far. You can still see her. But don't be too hopeful. If you must lose her in your mind, that's for the better. Hey, I don't mind losing a girl. I've never been miserably desperate. Let's not forget that I haven't been this type of guy my whole life. It's just that she is kind of special; I have a sense of dread when I think of losing her. That's probably a normal symptom. But again, losing is not always losing. Heartbreaks can heal. You're a guy. It's theoretically easier. Yes, it does leave scars sometimes. But I assume I have acquired many my whole life I don't even mind getting another one later in my train of life. Last but not least, I'm happy that these feelings happened. As they became my bane, they also became my beacon of light. Being me, I can say that not many people have the capacity of loving someone as I do to my dearest ones.

Let her be. She isn't thinking about this crap. Why would you?

(But seriously, she is too charming I just wanna curse in a beautiful language about her right now...)

[rjalker]

First of all, here's a purple passionflower (Passiflora incarnata), from the same plant this fruit came from. Not the same flower, though, since this flower just opened today, and I got that ripe fruit yesterday.

[ID: A photograph of a purple passionflower flower, hangong on a vine growing up a string trellis on a wooden fence. The flower is covered in lavender yellow tendrils which twist and curve, with a darker stripe of purple near the center before they turn white. The center of the flower where its reproductive parts are stands up above the tendrils, and has pale yellow parts doted with tiny red spots. The leaves are dark green, with three distinct lobes and rounded serrated edges. End ID.]

And here's what the leaves look like:

[ID: A photo of purple passionflower leaves on a vine above the grass. They leaves have three distinct lobes, with rounded-serrations along the edges, and alternate in a zig-zag pattern along the stem. At the base of the leaves are thin tendrils which are hanging down into the grass. End ID.]

This species gets its name from its purple flowers, rather than the fruit being purple. Nope, it stays green the whole time, you know it's ripe when it falls off.

You don't eat the skin (As far as IK, it could be edible, I'm going to find out), you just pull it open and eat the seeds and the flesh around them, like a pomegranate but not the most inconvenient thing you've ever eaten in your life.

Edit: Yes, you can eat the outside too!

You don't even need a knife. The skin is sort of papery and will just pull part. They're also super light weight, and you don't have to worry about bruising them unless you squashed it entirely flat lol.

These are sometimes called Maypop passionflower/passionfruit because, since they ripen to green and fall off, you're likely to step on them. They've got air inside them, so if you step on them they'll make a popping noise kind of like a balloon.

I tried to demonstrate that in the video I made but it just made a soft puffing sound instead lol. Camera shy I guess.

Also I just bothered to actually look up the scientific name for these sacs of fruit around the seeds, they're called arils!

[ID: Two photos. The first shows a white hand over a wooden bench holding a ripe purple passionflower fruit. The fruit fits in the palm of the hand, and has a light green, papery skin, with a short stem still attached to the top. Some indentations are visible on the surface. The next photo shows the fruit opened, revealing that the inside of the skin is white, with most of the space taken up by the pale yellow, transparent sacs of fruit, or arils, around the black seeds, which are visible inside them. And ID.]

Since this species is completely wild, each passionflower plant will produce uniquely flavored fruit, overall sharing general characteristics, but slightly different each time.

This fruit has a soft sweetness on the outside of each aril, followed by a slightly sour (in a good way, not a gross way)...maybe the word I'm looking for is tangy flavor when you bite down or squish it.

I don't really have anything to compare the main flavor to, since no other fruit I've eaten has tasted like this. It reminds me of candy. It's really freaking good, and has a mild aftertaste of the same flavor.

I ate the arils one at a time so I could make sure not to swallow the seeds, since we want to plant and grow every single one of them, but if you've already saved seeds, you can eat them too, just like with pomegranates.

If you're keeping them, the seeds can be planted at any time. They'll sprout when it's nice and warm.

These plants are native to eastern North America, reaching all the way down into Florida, and as far north as southern Pennsylvania, and over to eastern Oklahoma and Texas.

You can find a map of observations of them here on iNaturalist.org You can zoom in to see if there's any growing wild near you!

If you want to grow your own and there are wild ones near you, you can collect ripe fruit off the ground, eat the pulp off the seeds, and plant the seeds, or look around the ground by the wild plant, and see if there are any new stems popping up.

Purple passionflowers spread themselves naturally through root runners or root suckers, looking for more places to climb and grow.

This plant is a perennial, meaning it will come back year after year, as opposed to an annual, which only grows for one year before dying.

Each year the stems die back to the ground, where the roots will stay dormant over the winter months, before reemerging in late spring, and spending the summer growing.

If you find new stems popping up from a wild plant, especially if they're out in the open with nothing to climb, or where you know they will be mowed down, if you have a container to keep them in until they can be planted, (A zip lock bag with water or a wet paper towel, or a plastic bottle tall enough to fit the stem in will work) and little shovel or a stick, you can dig up these stems and transplant them where you want them to grow. Try to get as much of the rooty part of the stem as possible, which will be white or lighter green than above the surface.

Transplant directly into the ground, or a larger plant pot, as soon as possible, water it well, and try to keep it in the shade for the first few weeks, or tie a clear plastic bag, or plastic container over top to act as a greenhouse so it doesn't dry out. Or put it in an actual greenhouse if you have one.

Transplanting root suckers works best in spring, since it's not too hot yet, but can be done any time of the year as long as you take care of the clones and make sure they get enough water.

If your cutting is in a plant pot, once it starts actively growing again, you can transplant it to wherever you want it to go.

If you want to grow it in a plant pot, a five gallon bucket like they sell at Home Depot or Lowes, with holes drilled in the bottom for drainage, and some good, not absurdly heavy potting soil, will work great, and if you can get a bigger pot, even better! Just make sure you mulch it and give the vine something to climb!

A chain link fence, chicken wire, or even just string tired to a wooden fence will work, or if you've got some tall sunflowers or other sturdy plants, like a bush, it can climb those too!

This species, and other north-america native passionflowers, are also the host plant for at least six different species of butterflies, meaning the adults lay their eggs on the leaves, and the caterpillars eat the leaves (and sometimes the flower buds), which is another reason the plant grows so quickly.

If you see caterpillars on your plant, rejoice! You have provided a cradle for a native butterfly species!

If your plant is already established, continue to rejoice. It will be more than capable of bouncing back and growing new leaves to replace the ones the caterpillars eat.

If they are on a young cutting or seedling, you may want to gently move them to a stronger plant if you have one, which can include wild passionflowers if there are any in your immediate area!

So far I have seen gulf and variegated fritillary caterpillars, and zebra longwing caterpillars!

This photo shows a zebra longwing caterpillar (white) and gulf fritillary caterpillar (orange) sharing the leaf of a yellow passionflower:

[ID: A photo of the underside of a yellow passionflower leaf, behind held by the thumb and forefinger of a white hand. Two spiky caterpillars cling to the underside, both smaller than the thumbnail. On the left is a zebra longwing caterpillar, which is white with black spots and spikes. On the right is a gulf fritillary caterpillar, which is orange with black spikes and some darker stripes. End ID.]

Here's a variegated fritillary caterpillar:

[ID: A close up photo of a variegated frillary caterpillar on a purple passionflower plant. The caterpillar has a red body, black spikes, and black and white stripes of connected spots going up and down its body. Its face and legs are black, and it has two taller spikes above its hear. End ID.]

If your plant is very small, it may get all its leaves eaten, but it should grow them back after the caterpillars form their chrysalises. Just keep watering it like normal, assuming it's not raining every day. (For posterity, it's June 25th 2023 as I am typing this, and it's rained almost every single day for the last two weeks. There were literally thunderstorms seven days in a row.)

If you have the option, planting purple passionflower directly into the ground is the ideal, since this will let it spread further out through the root suckers, though as I said before, it can be grown in a five gallon bucket with no problem.

We had one growing in the ground in Pennsylvania, which flowered, and grew very big, but never formed fruit. I'm not sure if the bees weren't pollinating the flowers properly, or what, but all our plants in Georgia now, including a clone of the one we had in PA, are much happier and set fruit easily.

In Georgia, they can start forming flower buds in late March. Our earliest flowers so far were on April 28th, with fruits becoming noticeable in May. Each individual plant will be different, though, and their characteristics will likely change with your environment, so you'll have to keep track of when yours do what!

[lebenspurpur]

date headcanons? as in like where the slashers would take u for a date/what takes place? idk how to word this i’m sorry😭😭😭

AN: I gotcha, no worries.

Warnings: Cursing, mention of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol, mentions of NSFW but nothing acted on, not really proofread

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(Just a reminder that I usually write for RZ Michael unless requested otherwise.)

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Michael Myers

Okay, so, Michael hates going out.

He'd rather stay in, watch a splatter movie, stuff like that.

Outside is an enemy, he has to be someone else out there to not get caught and he hates it.

What he secretly loves is when you just cook for him and you both eat outside on the porch. Even better if autumn's just approaching and it's just warm enough to sit out there without freezing. And even if you freeze, Michael will gladly wrap his arms around you if it means staying out here a bit longer. It feels like a temporary escape. From himself, from this world and he treasures these times like nothing else.

If you don't have time or motivation to cook, that's fine. He'll get take-out from one of these greasy fucking shops downtown and then you two can watch a horror movie and relax.

Most of the time, his "dates" happen in the most unholy times ever. Be prepared to wake up to pizza at 3 am.

Michael gives me such weird metal-head stoner vibes and I'm here for it.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wants to be romantic so, so bad. I mean look at him. Vincent is the definition of a simp and I love him so much for that.

He hates himself for not being able to go out with you.

He works really, really hard to make it up to you.

His favorite type of dates are going out late in the night, stars sparkling on the warm summer sky over Ambrose. He'll take a blanket with you, one of Bo's, scratchy and itching your soft skin but you couldn't care less. It's him, you know. You'll lay there, maybe with a few cigarettes, snacks, red wine, whatever you want, enjoying how silent, how ethereal it is. Maybe he'll draw you, maybe he won't. Sometimes you wish he would, just to feel his fingers ghost over your skin, shaping your body with his hands. They're so cold, making you shiver but his touch is smooth and tender like always and it just fits so perfectly to the ambiance, to the tranquility, it makes your heart swell with love for your boy.

On other days, he tries to cook for you which most of the time, fails horribly. But hey, it's the thought that counts. The candles and classical music are still a delight, even if you're eating microwaved left-overs with the smell of burned food lingering in the air.

Bo Sinclair

Bo really wants to be a gentleman but most of the time, he fails at being one.

Even though he hates the outside world and its people, he does enjoy taking you out.

I can see Bo going to one of these steak houses whose names already sound greasy. I hate it, wow.

Anyway, dinner is always something he enjoys. It's relaxing and he can spoil you.

Another thing you wouldn't expect from him are amusement parks. He hides it a lot, but Bo loves being a little child again, just running around and having fun. Amusement parks are one way to do that.

He'll buy you candy that'll make you sick but none of you cares as you rush through the crowds, hand gripping onto his sleeve as you tug him to one of the bigger rides, a childish grin on display. Bo can't help but laugh, the charming sound making him look 10 years younger as he forgets about his struggles for a while, occup[ied by your smile, your hand in his.

Lester Sinclair

Okay, Lester's dates are top tier.

They're quiet, sure, and most of them are completely improvised but he's so sweet and adorable, you can't help but adore them.

He'll plan a picnic at one of the lakes around Ambrose. Jonesy with you in the car, he'll blast that horrible country music and sing to you, voice all wrong and out of tune but he's grinning anyway because he can already see you giggle at his performance. During the picnic, Jonesy keeps trying to steal food and Lester gets adorably annoyed at it. He tries to catch her, maybe leave her in the car while you're eating but she just runs away and it ends with the dog pushing him into the lake.

Thankfully, there's a blanket in the car and so you wrap it around him, cuddling up to your favorite trash boy to warm him up. He's grumbling under his breath but you can't help the chuckles escaping your lips. You stay there for a while, enjoying the warmth and the fuzzy feelings inside each other's bodies.

Baby Firefly

Baby surprisingly doesn't have any experience with dates.

She usually met people in bars downtown, greasy, dirty, dim-lit places. Approaches often led to quickies in stained bathrooms, encounters leaving her satisfied yet filthy, it was enough to please the lust, the adventurous lifestyle inside of her.

With you, she tries her best to change that. Not everything happening between the two of you is adventurous, it's intimate, it's even romantic sometimes. She wants to accentuate that, show you that you're different from the one-night-stands, the people she met before you entered her life.

She loves cute little dates. Doing your makeup and taking you out for example. Maybe you could visit the new coffee shop that opened down in the city? Go eat ice cream? Maybe have a walk in the park?

She's very traditional when it comes to dates but it's Baby, you know. She always manages to make even the most normal things a special event.

Otis Driftwood

Otis hates every single thing that could be considered normal. Dates are one of those things. His mission is to make something original, create something fun for both of you yet doesn't remind him of the cursed society around him, the masses of people he hates so much.

His favorite thing to do with you is something creative and chill. Maybe share a blunt, paint something, if you're down for that, even with blood.

Or drive around in his filthy truck that smells like cigarettes and vomit but it's alright because he is there, joking around while he threatens to drive the car off the road. You'll stop at your favorite liquor store, ready to just fuck around for a few hours, forget all about responsibility and problems.

He'll take that to his grave but he loves your chuckles, your laugh, the bright, blinding grin you send his way. It makes him dizzy from all the fuzzy feelings inside his chest, he swears he won't ever allow himself to lose you.

Billy Loomis

I imagine a lot of people think Billy is a very classic person when it comes to dates. He's really not.

Billy is a giant nerd. I don't think people really pick up on that. In the movies, his entire personality rotates around the horror movies he's watched.

Therefore, his favorite date would be a movie marathon. While horror is his favorite genre, everything is fine as long as it's not romance. He can't take that.

He'll get snacks, some drinks and oh, he'll be so giddy, so excited to talk about all his favorite actors, his favorite scenes. He's that one person that stops the movie to explain a special scene to you.

The whole excitement makes him tired too, so the marathon will likely end with him falling asleep in your lap, face scrunched up in delight. Too obsessed with his adorable state, you often fall asleep in a more or less terribly uncomfortable position, that leaves your neck hurting for days after the date.

To make it up to you, he makes pancakes to wake you up. Walking towards you, he rips you from your dreams with a kiss that tastes like maple syrup and mouthwash, his unshaved cheek scratching yours as he smiles into your skin.

Stu Macher

Stu has a pretty playful personality.

Therefore, it's not much of a surprise that his favorite kind of dates are spontaneous ones, that kind where you just drive away, with no idea where you're going, feeling excited and free, like two teenage runaways.

You never know where you'll end up.

Sometimes it's in another state, sometimes it's in some kind of underground bar. There have been times where you nearly got into trouble, situations where your feelings threatened to overspill, fear and aggression taking over but Stu's always there to calm them, make them seem like weak little problems that you shouldn't care about. Even after nearly being shot because you witnessed something you shouldn't have, Stu succeeds in making it better with his adorable grin and his adorable laugh.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is a virgin when it comes to dates. How can you blame him? Poor boy hasn't interacted with anyone but his family and victims in over ten years.

He's happy to be in your presence, doesn't matter where it is or what you're doing.

Thomas doesn't have the time nor the interest in doing something that's super adventurous and spontaneous. He enjoys sweet little dates, cute and adorable events that leave you both with delight and warmth.

Picnics are something he often surprises you with. He might not be the best cook but Luda often helps him organize the food and drinks so he can focus on choosing a place.

Finally being there he just enjoys leaning back, finally relaxing from his rather stressful schedule. He won't ask for it but if you start cuddling up to him, he'll just melt into your touch. Thomas adores your touches, your fingers against his cheek as he gazes into your eyes.

Josef

Josef is a very outdoorsy person. Hiking, swimming, crafting things outside, just makes him happy.

Even if you're not a very sporty person, he'll manage to drag you outside. Most of the time, it'll be super spontaneous too.

Still, his favorite dates are the ones at night. A blanket beneath your bodies, pressed against each other to save warmth while you gaze up at the stars, astonished at the brightness and number. Josef's hands will softly intertwine with yours, big rough fingers encasing yours as he softly looks at you, stars long forgotten over your pretty side profile.

Another great thing to do is cooking for you. Josef loves cooking and he loves it even more if he can do it for you. He'll turn on your favorite songs and hum the familiar melodies as he dances around the kitchen, long hair in a bun. You're sitting at the counter, smiling at his movements. Every now and then he walks up to you, holding a spoon up to your mouth, feeding you a small sample of his cooking which always manages to surprise you.

Amanda Young

Amanda likes to pretend that she hates dates. Which is a lie. She really doesn't hate them.

Though her schedule is pretty tight, meaning she rarely has time to offer, time she could spend with you. When she does, she always tries to make it special. She'll give you gifts, something you talked about a week or two ago, maybe a few of your favorite snacks on top of that.

Amanda cooks for you, surprisingly well at that, she even lights candles and puts on your favorite music.

After dinner, she draws you a bath and even though she keeps reminding you that this is about you, you manage to get her to join you inside of the hot water. She isn't really difficult to manipulate, considering your body is so close, so warm, and only a few meters away.

If you're not sleepy afterward, she'll gladly put on a shitty movie, cuddle you while you keep laughing about the horrible film she's chosen. She'll kiss you to sleep, lips lingering on your scalp, so warm and noticeable even in the trance state you're currently in.

Jason Vorhees

Dates?

He is cursing himself for never thinking about that.

After all, what are his choices, here, in the middle of nowhere?

Soon, he grows to love simple trips to the lake. Especially in summer, he likes to fish, swim, just random things in the water. He won't admit it but seeing you in your swim clothes also adds to his preference. He doesn't even think about it in a dirty way, he just loves seeing your body.

Another great idea for a date is a hunting trip. Now, that might sound boring, but to Jason protecting you is very, very important. Spending time with you while showing you how to survive in the wild without him? A jackpot.

Asa Emory

Asa loves spoiling you. He has the money to do so, why wouldn't he?

He is the typical "expensive dinner" guy. He just absolutely adores seeing your pretty body, your pretty smile in a rich and aesthetically pleasing setting like that, no matter the cost.

Expensive dinner, overpriced wine, horrible snobby people all around you, the thought just amuses him and he can not get enough of it.

While you're there, why not make fun of the people around you? He likes the way your eyes crinkle when he mentions how the old couple next to you doesn't exchange a single word with each other during the time they've been in the restaurant.

After that, he'll go on a walk with you, fingers touching your waist just high enough to be tolerable in public while you strut along the closed shops, neon lights flickering above the two of you.

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Don't Mind

Pairing: Hyunsuk x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; suggestive

Content Warnings: Just a makeout

Word Count: ~0.5k words

Mellow speaks: My first Hyunsuk fic I'm gonna cry huhu. And that too, my forte of writing makeouts lmao, it was honestly such a treat!! Enjoy y'all! PS. Not me giggling at the title because it reminds me of Kento's dialogue from one of his old dramas xD.

Tagging: @ivyvesisi @yedammi @sweethyuka @hyunsukswhore (thank you so much for the request love but I somehow can't tag you) @hyunsuksmygod (since you wanted something Treasure bestie)

Hip lips lazily dragging across your own, Hyunsuk's hands slither down your arms, making goosebumps rise in their wake. He tastes of candies and pizza, the only hints to the binge-eating session the two of you shared. Some random movie plays on the screen, nothing more than background noise as your legs rest over his, your knees brushing his.

Subtle as it makes its way into your mouth, his tongue soon draws your own out, the pair dancing around in a rhythm of their own, making you let out a soft hum. The sound causes your boyfriend to pull you even closer, his lips curving up into a satisfied smile as your nose rubs against his.

Stolen moments like this, when neither of you has anything to worry about, no deadlines to bet met and no songs to be made, are what help you through your days, the feeling of his body, warm against yours making your heart flutter. You love the man that's wrapped around you with everything you've got, and sometimes, kissing him is the only way you can actually express what you feel for him.

And so, you let your hands wander across his body too, running along his chest and biceps, your arms getting looped around his neck. His own hands move to your waist and thighs, rubbing the skin towards the inside of your legs as he continues to explore your mouth. You don't know how or when, but soon enough, you find yourself straddling his lap, his head resting easily on the armrest of the sofa, his hands now holding you in place.

Your lips keep meeting his, the kiss sweet and hot at the same time, your body feeling all warm and fuzzy as Hyunsuk's breath gets mingled with yours. "I love you so damn much," he whispers against your mouth, making you let out a giggle as you shush him by kissing him again. Hyunsuk's fingers dip under the hem of your shirt, drumming against your skin as you rest your forehead on his.

It goes on for heaven knows how long, your tongues meeting in a love-filled display as you continue to make-out. Not even oxygen can make you pull away for long, your faces inching closer again every time you stop kissing. What does make you stop though, is the sound of a snicker coming from the door, causing your eyes to go wide as you scramble away from each other.

"Don't mind us, we're just passing by," Jihoon smirks, pulling a disgusted looking Mashiho along with him to the kitchen. You can only shake your head at that, a pout forming at your lips as you look down at your boyfriend. But to your surprise, instead of chuckling like you had expected him to, all Hyunsuk does is pull you closer once more, the last thing you hear being "He told us to not mind them" before he catches you in yet another kiss.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Sweet Tooth — Gojo x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Gojo has a sweet tooth, and he doesn’t really see a reason as to why he can’t combine his love for candy with his desire for you.

Warnings: NSFW. Foodplay. Dry humping. Pussy slide. Cumplay. Praise. Pure filth! After sex fluff.

A/N: Gege Akutami revealed that Gojo developed a sweet tooth from eating too many sweets in order to keep his brain stimulated. So, obviously, I took the liberty to write filthy smut about it.

Word count: 3.2k

“You know... one of these days you’re going to get cavities from all the sweets you consume.”

“Excuse me?” Gojo turned his head to face you as he beheaded a gummy bear with his front teeth. “My oral hygiene is impeccable,” he added springing his index finger up, while opened his mouth to show you perfect row of clean teeth up to prove a point.

You glared at him adoringly, scooting closer on your bed to lean in on him. A pair of black round shades met your eyes before you lowered your head to capture the candy trapped between his lips with your own.

He did nothing to stop you, but instead let out a dramatic gasp. “First, you insult my oral hygiene, and now you’re stealing my sweets?”

“You are such a drama queen,” you chuckled, chewing the rubbery candy while you straddled his hips. “The great Gojo Satoru throwing a fit over stolen candies. What would people say?”

Two big and strong hands came to grip your waist to help you settle comfortably on top of him.

“I’ll take my chances,” he grinned, caressing the hem of your panties. “But next time you try to steal my sweets, I will have Infinity on.”

Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t do that. Least of of all now, since activating it would literally send you flying across the room.

“You’re picking candy over me?” you pouted, leaning once more to give him a privileged view of your breasts. “This relationship is doomed.”

Gojo brought one hand to remove the sunglasses off his face, allowing his mesmerising sky blue eyes to fall on your tempting cleavage. His other free slid down the curve of your ass to land a soft smack, causing you to jolt to have your heated pussy now fully pressed against his hardening cock.

“Why should I have to choose when I can have both?”

Something in his voice had changed, and you felt the heat in your lower abdomen intensify as he bucked his hips into yours ever so gently, but more than enough to have the swell of his cock brush against your clit.

Gojo’s hand reached out to a cup filled with an obnoxious variety of sweets, and he promptly grabbed one more gummy bear. He brought it to his lips, holding it firmly in place between his teeth. He smacked your other ass cheek, sending you forward and causing you to balance your body with your arms on either side oh his head.

A devious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he hooked his index finger in your top to have you lower yourself on him even more.

Instinctively, you wrapped your lips around the candy, but just as your were about to take a bite, he pulled you into a hungry kiss; it caused you to lose your hold on the sweet, but his tongue promptly push it inside your mouth. Reflexively, you started sliding along his covered cock, yearning for more and more friction.

You didn’t even notice that he was holding yet one more candy in his hand until he broke the kiss.

A lollipop.

Your eyes narrowed at him, suspiciously. “What?”

Gojo gave the round candy a short lick, not holding back a mischievous grin. “Lean back.”

“Why?”

You brought your hands to rest on his muscular chest for support. Gojo surely knew how to keep you entertained in the bedroom; he had a way of knowing exactly which strings to pulls with you in order to make things interesting. But when your eyes landed on his tongue teasingly swirling around the lollipop, a rush of tingles caused your clit to swell even more.

“Do as I say,” he insisted trough hooded eyes, his beautiful long white lashes framing them perfectly. “You’ll like it.”

To be honest, you had no doubt that you would, which was why you settled for doing exactly as told, leaning back and gripping his thighs with both hands to keep your balance.

Gojo took his sweet time admiring your delicious body, from top to bottom, only to have his eyes linger on your tight underwear.

“Be a good girl and let me see that clit.”

The way his words came out in such a velvety delight had your heartbeat quicken as a gush of wetness poured out of you clenching pussy.

He kept twirling the candy in his mouth, and only came to a halt when you slowly pulled the fabric to the side.

Having this handsome man literally drooling for you did wonders to your ego; his entire attention was on you.

“Let me see more of it...”

You felt his cock twitch underneath you when you had your other hand release the grip on his thigh to join your other. Gojo Satoru took pride in how easily he could turn you on. He would get so cocky and wouldn’t miss a chance to remind you that he could easily have you throbbing for him.

Once two of your fingers spread your pussy lips, a low growl came from his throat and his hips jerked up.

“So swollen...” he stated, sliding the lollipop out of his mouth. “Look at how wet you are for me... my pants are soaked.”

You did’t need to look down to verify what he had just said; you could feel the fabric of his sweatpants swallowing all of your juices. Realizing that this was turning you on far more than intended, you locked your two fingers in a v shape and began sliding them along your folds, barely stroking your clit.

That was enough to get a more fiery reaction from him.

Gojo had one hand tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants — most likely to help with the restriction as he had a considerable sized cock —, and the other came to rest near your crotch, the lollipop still in his grip.

“Gojo...” you started, stopping your fingers from moving. ‘What are you—“

He bit his lower lip for a second, as if pondering his next move. Then his gorgeous face met yours with his trademark dashing smile.

“Just keep them parted.”

And just like that, he jerked his hand forward, pressing the lollipop against your clit. The sudden pressure caused you to jolt slightly as you removed your fingers, feeling your pussy lips clamping down on the candy.

“Fuck...” you heard Gojo’s voice come out in heavy pants. “Sweet pussy... so hungry for more...”

He kept alternating the pressure with which he teased your clit, drawing the most erratic moans from you as sticky sounds started to fill the room. You kept your panties firmly pulled to the side, but had to grip his thigh tightly to maintain the position. This was surprisingly hot. Having your folds gripping the lollipop as he ran it up and down your slit.

After a few more seconds of intense stimulation, he removed the candy from you with a wet pop.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for what you witnessed next: the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the world brought the dripping lollipop to his lips, drinking in your juices mixed with the sugary liquid.

“Hmm...” he moaned, his hips swaying up and down as you saw him free his cock from his pant, strings of precum coating his skin. “So fucking delicious.”

“Oh my god...” you breathed, not believing how much hotter this man could get.

His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment a he suckled on it before he glared at you.

“You need to taste this.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his offering. “Satoru...”

He released the candy from his mouth and brought downwards to your folds, dragging it along your slit and fold to gather a decent amount of juices. Once he was satisfied with it, he propped himself up with on his elbow.

“Open.”

You immediately parted your lips, feeling it slide slowly inside your mouth.

“Good girl... suck on it.”

Locking your eyes with his, you enveloped it with your tongue to taste the sweetness as well as your warmth on it.

Gojo was visibly satisfied, twirling the stick in between his fingers, and sliding the lollipop in and out, fucking your mouth with it. Everything was happening rather quickly, but the entire setting was proving itself to be so alluring, that you had no other choice but to embrace it. Letting go of your panties, you plated both hands on his hip bones and angled your pussy to weigh down on his cock.

A sudden hiss left his lips as he felt your wet underwear drag along his length.

“No. I want more than that,” he mumbled impatiently, yanking the fabric out of his way. “Sit on my cock.”

Even though your mind was hazy from having the lollipop being used as a fuck toy, you managed to comply with his request and eagerly positioned yourself on his cock, the veiny bulge immediately snuggling between your slick folds.

For someone who was known to excel at everything he had his hands on, Gojo surely lived up to his reputation even when being intimate with someone. Even through his easygoing personality, you were aware that he always put 101% of himself in everything he did.

And in bed, it meant focusing on your pleasure before anything else.

He let the lollipop sit in your mouth as he gripped your waist, setting a slow and sensual pace. “Look down.”

Your eyes left his beautiful face only to be met with the mouthwatering sight of his veiny cock being pressed flat against his lower abdomen as your pussy lips slid along, coating the underside of his throbbing bulge. Gojo’s breath was spilling in breathy pants, clearly struggling to hold back at the overwhelming sensation of having your pussy lips engulfing him.

“Good girl... good girl...”

His words of praise only intensified your hunger for more, so you kept grinding your bare pussy and milking more and more precum from his length. In no time, a few droplets of clear liquid started sliding down his sides from the constant rhythmic sway of your hips.

“My turn,” you let out, bringing the lollipop down to collect some of his sweet liquid with it.

Gojo’s mouth fell open in utter surprise, eyes following your every move. You wrapped your tongue around the candy, tasting the warm liquid boosted with specs of sugar. He raised his hips reflexively and let out a few deep moans, dragging you along his cock with revived hunger.

“Wanna taste?” You moaned around the sweet candy, feeling the coil deep within your tummy tightening from all the stimulation.

You brought it down to his lower abdomen once more, and with a short swipe across his damp skin, you extended your arm towards his face.

“Go on, Satoru,” you cooed teasingly. “Taste yourself.”

He darted his tongue out, welcoming his own precum that dripped from the candy. Your hips faltered for a second as your foggy brain focused on the erotic sight in front of you. He greedily sucked on it in between moans and swirls, never breaking eye contact with you.

He licked his lips as he slid the candy back in your mouth. “Not to brag, but I taste good.”

If not for the overwhelming need to cum, you would have entertained his gigantic ego, but instead you resumed your strokes along his cock, thankful that his strong hands were able to keep your pace from wavering.

“I’m not gonna last much longer...” he warned much to your surprise.

That beat any praise he could give you with words. You figured he hadn’t anticipated just how incredible this would feel, especially considering how much more efficient you had become at pleasuring him.

You tried to restrain your moans, but his hips jerking up worked to magnify your own delight. “Wait... I’m almost there...”

Your body pressed down against his in a desperate attempt to reach your high. His abs flexed with each thrust from you and his hands tightened so hard against your hips that you were sure a few marks would stain your skin afterwards.

“I’m gonna... fuck...”

The steady pace he you both had been able to set completely broke down into ragged jerks of his hips as your folds kept coating him in you juices. A few more wet sounds and pump proved to be the last straw for the jujutsu sorcerer, causing a guttural growl to escape his gaping mouth. His body started shaking from intense pleasure as hot spurts of cum shot from his cock, glazing his flushed and sweaty torso with strings of creamy liquid. The turf of white hair that spread from his navel towards the base oh his cock was completely drenched in a mixture of cum, sweat and precum.

“Fuck!” Gojo grunted in utmost bliss, sliding one hand to your ass ad giving it a loud smack. “Such a good girl...”

Feeling his cock twitch in between your pussy lips and his enticing echoes of pleasure was the last incentive you need to get pushed over the edge. You were crying out with every roll of your hips and brush of your clit along his throbbing cock.

“You’re so hot... you’re so hot...” you mumbled mindlessly, not even bothering to hold the lollipop in place as it fell from your mouth.

Gojo drank in the vision of you reaching your high in a mixture of wonder and pride. Your breasts bounced freely with the rest of your body, and with a few more slaps from his hand on your ass cheek, you came to a stop, your pussy clenching around nothing in waves of pleasure. It was too much, and you leaned forward, digging your nails on his slick abdomen, desperate for something to ground you as you peaked up high. You felt both your legs begin tremble violently, and that’s when he gripped both your thighs with his hands to keep you from jerking too much.

“That’s it... good girl,” he praised sweetly, massaging your quivering thighs as you regained your senses. “Shh... you did so well.”

He hand slid up to grip your arms, helping you keep your balance. You felt beads o sweat drip down your neck and back, causing the fabric of your to to stick to your skin.

“Holy fuck....” you said, still awestruck and struggling to even out your erratic breathing.

Gojo smiled at you. “You are extremely sexy, did you know that?”

You merely nodded absentmindedly, blinking a few times to clear your field of vision from the haziness of an amazing orgasm.

“What?” Gojo inquired as he saw your eyes roam around where he was laying.

Finding the object of your interest, your lips curled up in a devilish smirk.

“Let’s not waste this, shall we?” You suggested, dragging the sticky candy across a shallow puddle of cum on the dip of his abs.

You offered it to him, and he arched an eyebrow at you. “And you say I like sweets.”

He took the stick from your fingers and promptly slipped the round candy past his lips. You glared at him expectantly as he suckled on it.

Gojo Satoru nodded, clearly giving it his seal of approval. “Not bad. I can see why you like swallowing my cum so much.”

“You’re so annoying,” you laughed as he cleaned up the mess on his torso with his shirt before taking it off and tossing it to the floor.

“Oh my god... I’m exhausted...” you mumbled, dropping on your side next to him.

“Me too,” Gojo mused from beside you, his breath coming out in more regular pants.

You shot him a sceptic glare, doubting his words. He had the ability to go on for a crazy amount of rounds as if he was using up the same amount of energy you used when doing the dishes. His reverse cursed technique did wonders in keeping not only his brain fresh, but his overall stamina.

“No, you’re not,” you jabbed a finger at him accusingly before discarding your drenched top to the side. “You’re only saying that to make me feel better.”

“Did it work?”

“No,” you chuckled.

A few minutes rolled by in a familiar and comfortable silence.

“It was good...” Gojo suddenly said, twirling the lollipop in his mouth.

You giggled, wiping the sweat on your brow with the back of your hand. “That was really... really good...”

A few strands of damp white hair were sticking to his forehead, and you seized the moment to look at the beautiful man before you; his eyes were firmly shut as he enjoyed the feeling of your fingers caressing his face.

Gojo Satoru had one heck of a brain. Many envied him for it, but in time you realized that even for someone who managed changed the balance of the world when he was born, it could become too draining at times. Of course, he would never admit that. His pride was too great.

But it was all part of his charm, you figured. You relished in these moments of raw intimacy, because they reminded you of how much of him was human.

“Hey...” you heard his lazy voice. “You’re not gonna swap my cock for lollipops now, are you?”

Your heart clenched in an outburst of affection. “No, Satoru. I could never.”

He was a little kid at heart, truly.

A satisfied smile curled his lips faintly. “Good. I don’t like competition.”

“You haven’t known competition from the moment you were born, you silly.”

A beautiful pair of dreamy blue eyes met yours. “Hmm, true. But I don’t like the thought of it,” he mumbled into the palm of your hand, pressing a loving kiss. “I don’t know how you weak people handle it.”

That last sentence would have probably sparked a heated argument among fellow jujutsu sorcery, but you had grown used to this banter

You gripped his chin with your fingers, offering a teasing smile. “Call me weak again and I’m heading out to buy a stack of various lollipops. Different shapes and sizes.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, the lollipop suddenly freezing in his mouth. “Tell you what,” he started, dragging his fingers along his white locks of hair. “You are my favourite weak person.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

Just as you prepared to smack his arm, the sudden movement was slowed down and met an invisible force field that repelled you from touching him.

You watched as your hand hovered closely to his arm, but unable to make contact.

Gojo’s damn Infinity.

“You are a cheater, Gojo Satoru,” you huffed in annoyance, dropping your hand on the bed with a thump.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to activate it,” he smiled teasingly, loving just how much he riled you up.

“Bullshit. You can decide what touches you or not.”

He nodded in agreement. “Sure, based on the level of threat the person or object poses.”

Oh?

“So... I posed a threat to you?” you mused, following his logic and not able to hold back a victorious smile. “But... didn’t you just call me weak a moment ago?”

His eyes widened slightly at your remark as you caught him off guard with your deduction.

“Touché, sweetheart.”

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Masterlist

[starrysvn]

24h mart - jyh

pairing: yunho x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

playlist: enchanted - taylor swift

masterlist

By now the poor old woman who worked at the local 24h supermarket just a short minute away from your apartment, could call you by name for how many times she’d seen you walk in at the most ungodly hours of the night just to buy the most random array of snacks. Sometimes she’d look at you with eyes full of pity, seeing you walk around in your pyjamas and oversized jacket and finally walking up to the check-out with a tub of ice cream and a bottle of wine. Other times she’d just look at you with a pointed look – that very much reminded you of the one your own mother gave you when you came home far too late for her liking – observing your tipsy self fumble with your wallet to pay for bags of candy and chips. You never really cared about it, somehow the fact that she would judge your life choices much like a motherly figure would, left a warm feeling lingering. Not because it felt nice having someone subtly criticising you, but because you’d deluded yourself into thinking you had someone looking after you when you moved to a big city all alone. It felt nice to be reminded to be an adult, from time to time.

Tonight, was no different, you had waltzed right into the 24h mart clad in your best pajama and fluffy jacket, on the hunt for something sweet to accompany you during your midnight movie marathon.

Barely paying attention to your surroundings, too focused on the song currently blasting in your headphones, you almost ran into someone. Immediately you started apologizing for your absent-mindedness, hardly noticing that the person in front of you had stopped talking. You lifted your head and were met with the kindest pair of brown eyes you’d ever seen. The words died in your mouth at his genuine smile.

“Sorry” you finally managed to croak out under his gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of the bottle of wine you were holding under your arm and just wishing the ground would swallow you up. It really felt like having the universe against you, seeing someone so handsome in the state you were currently in.

“It’s no problem, really” even his voice sounded sweet like honey. “Huh, I was actually looking for those,” he said, pointing at the bag of paprika chips in your hands. “Would you mind showing me where they are?” it took half a second to snap out of your trance. “Sure…” you trailed off. “Yunho” he smiled, and you nodded. “Right this way then, Yunho” you walked around the little mart for a little while, the tall boy always finding something to ask you the whereabouts of.

When you finally saw the shelves full of packets of chips you pointed them out to him. You saw him reach for the same packet you were holding and start to look at the other ones. “Which one would you suggest?” he looked at you, prompting you into motion. “Actually, those BBQ ones are pretty nice, but the lime and pink pepper are the best ones…” Yunho caught himself staring as you rambled on about chip flavors, he found it quite endearing. Noticing his eyes on you, you quietly ended your speech, eyes downcast. This pulled at his heartstrings a little, he didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. “By all means, please continue to enlighten me on chips,” he said smiling at you, hoping to get you talking again.

“Well, I wouldn’t get those ones” after a beat of silence you pointed at the pack he was reaching for, making him look at you with mirth in his eyes. “They taste like battery acid” which had the both of you laugh louder than the soft music playing in the background.

“You seem to know this place like the back of your hand” he commented while you strolled down the short aisle. “Well, I come here quite often” you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush, he didn’t need to know why. “But I’ll admit the layout is pretty… unique” you added, observing how a smile formed on his lips while he carefully selected a few cups of ramen, a laugh escaping him.

“You’re being too kind, who puts laundry detergent next to the produce isle?” he joked, finally looking at you. “Alright that’s weird” you admitted, the pair of you giggling at the comment. “Still, it’s pretty easy to find your way round once you get used to the odd placements” you shrugged, laugh slowly dying.

Yunho smiled rather fondly, his cheeks dusted pink. “Then I’m glad I had such a pretty guide showing me around” it was your turn to go red in the cheeks and, avoiding his gaze, you chuckled. “I’m glad you’ll know where to find your chips now,” you said, looking back into his eyes. “Only if you’ll be there to give recommendations on the best ones” he winked at you, leaving you even more stunned. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Yunho” you smiled and winked back, starting to march towards the check-out counter. He followed you, a strange but welcomed warmth pervading him.

The lady scanned your items studying the two of you surprised, for the first time it looked like you weren’t the only crazy young adult around. She couldn’t place a finger on whether the thought comforted her more than it worried her.

In the end, you and Yunho found yourselves in the crisp air of the night, holding your bags of snacks and facing each other in front of the mart. You found that you really didn’t want to go, unbeknownst to you, Yunho was thinking the same. He took a step closer to you, a confident smile stamped on his lips. “When do you think you’ll be needing more late-night snacks…” he trailed off, leaving a question hanging. “Y/N” you smiled, his own widening. “Y/N?” and you never thought your name could sound so good when someone said it.

“Well, I’m thinking of starting a new series tomorrow and I barely got enough to last me for tonight…” you reasoned out loud, bringing a finger to lightly tap on your chin in a sign of thought. The both of you scoffed at the silly gesture. “I’m sure my roommates will send me to buy some more snacks for our own weekly movie night” Yunho mirrored you, bringing his own finger to his chin. “I guess I’ll need more recommendations sooner than I thought, Y/N,” he said, barely containing his excitement about seeing you again so soon. “I’ll be glad to help, Yunho” you flashed him a bright smile, sending his heart reeling.

He bid you goodbye, and the two of you walked off in opposite directions, suddenly the night air was sparkling and full of wonder. Feeling like a teenager dealing with their first crush, you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you happily skipped home. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Little did you know, Yunho didn’t even care about his friends’ teasing once he got to the dorms, just thinking of seeing you again.

[kokonoisgf]

Falling - Gojo Satoru x Reader

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!!! MINORS DNI !!! 18+ content ahead

+ this kinda really flopped on ao3, so I’ll repost it here hehe. I wrote this a while back but i’m still super proud of it!! I hope you guys like it too <3

+ explicit sexual content, fem reader, porn w plot <3

+ too lazy to proofread- 

+ w.c : 8.2k

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The music blared, drowning you in what seemed like a never-ending playlist of pop music. Mass of sweaty bodies mingled on the dance floor, while you relaxed at the bar, sipping on your heavily alcoholic cocktail. Lights flashed alternating between different shades of fuchsia, blue, green, and violet to the beat of the song. Your face felt warm, feeling bubbly in the pit of your stomach, gaze darting toward your friends having a blast on the dance floor with strangers. You grinned, leaning your head in the palm of your hand, planning to go join them once you'd be done with your drink. Your black bodycon dress rilled up your thighs, exposing the sweet delicate skin of your slender legs, which, unbeknownst to you, had men's ogling you left and right. A specific group of 3 men's had their eyes on you by the entrance, snickering. Their gaze held something malicious, but you were too tipsy to take notice of that or even care. You got cut out of your little trance by your friends coming back to you, smelling of a mix of alcohol and perfume. "We'll be heading back now Y/N" "Aw really? I was about to join you" You fake pouted, not really minding as you'd just go binge watch some of your favorite shows at home instead. Taking your hands, their heavily drunk self dragged you outside, all beaming and laughing. A couple of men's followed suit, you paid it no mind knowing that your friends were most likely taking them home. You made them promise to call you, and share their location on their phones as they exited in their respective cabs kissing your cheeks goodbye, their partner for the night following. you wrapped your black fur coat around yourself tighter, taking your phone off to dial a cab for yourself. You felt stares drill a hole into your body, the coat tightly wrapped around yourself only highlighting your delicious curves. As you were composing the cab's phone number you got rudely interrupted by someone snatching your phone away. Yelping, it took you a second to realize what was going on, your drunkness still hitting you with full force. In front of you stood three men, the one in the middle holding your pink cellphone between his digits. Their faces were disgusting, looking at you like you were nothing but prey on their list. Eyes glossy most likely from their alcohol intake, they reeked of cheap cologne and sweats. "Leaving alone tonight sweetheart?" one purred in a sultry voice, you backed away crossing your arms over your chest defensively. The alcohol in your system gave you a confidence you never knew you possessed "Give me back my phone, now." The males snickered, as the middle one shook his head dropping it in his pockets. "Not with that attitude, anyways what're you going to do about it-" he paused, stepping forward, desperately trying to close the distance between you two. You gasped, taking another step back almost falling, your vision was blurry, your senses weakened. You mentally cursed for going so heavily on the drinking, feeling yourself wobble. A shiver racing up your spine, the sudden gust of wind hit you, not to mention the snowflakes falling on your face and bare legs. "Leave me alone!" You faltered, eyes darting for anyone that could be of help, but everyone seemed in a daze too engrossed with the muffled music, or busy making out with a stranger. "Hey honey, are those creeps bothering you?" The sweetest voice resonated throughout your ears, feeling your back lend against something warm. A hand snaked around your waist pulling you closer to their protective figure, making sure that you were stable. "H-Huh--" You stuttered, blinking in confusion, looking up at the person behind you. He was tall, really tall, with locks the same color as snowflakes, a bandana covering his eyes. He wore a jean jacket over a dark top, with beige pants. It didn't take you more than one glance to notice that he was really handsome. Your eyes lingered a bit on the bandana, wondering if he possibly was blind, before grasping a hold of the situation. "Y-Yes they are" playing your part, you snuggled closer into his chest, relishing in the warmth he provided. Your voice was low, glaring daggers at the men's, holding unto your savior for dear life. His digit slowly caressed your arm, until he interlocked fingers with yours, walking up to the guys. His aura was intimidating, leaning down to be at eye level with them. You gulped down, he must have been 6' tall at least or something. "Now then, I'd like to have my girlfriend's phone back now" He grinned, extending his free hand, palm open. The large hand holding yours gave a light squeeze, seeming to thank you for your cooperation. Suddenly, as the trio carefully analyzed who was standing in front of them, their faces paled, all color draining leaving them as white as your savior's locks. Tilting your head to the side, you couldn't help but wonder if he was somehow known around here. "W-Wait Is that-" "Uh- Yes it's-" The trio almost started shaking like leaves, quickly handing back the phone. It wasn't long until they were out of sight, running inside the club, mingling back into the crowd. You beamed, as he turned back to you, towering above your small frame handing you back your belonging. You thanked him, letting your gaze linger on his face. His nose and tip of his ears were slightly pinkish due to the snow falling, his lips rosy-tinted. You couldn't help but stare in a daze, still wondering if he was blind. Your eyes scanned his surroundings for any signs of a cane or something, but none to avail. Nonetheless, your tipsy brain concluded, without any proof, that the man indeed lacked sight. Taking your sweet time to scan his face and gorgeous locks, you couldn't help but blush, he really was extremely good looking there was no denying it. "You know, you're actually pretty cute staring at me like that." A grin plastered against his lips, he tilted his head to the side, chuckling. You yelped, covering your mouth with the back of your free hand. "W-Wait you're not blind-" If that was even possible, his grin widened, "Luckily for me I'm not" he paused, giving another squeeze to your interlocked hands, reminding you that you were still holding hand with a complete stranger you'd met a mere 5 minutes ago. You couldn't help but gasp again, sweet melodic sounds escaping your lips. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your cold skin, leaning down, now at eye level with you, "You see, I'm glad I still have perfect vision to admire the sight in front of me right now" Your blush deepened, looking off to the side, trying to save your pride as much as you could. His words were swooning you way more than they should, was it the alcohol? or was it this mysterious aspect of him? But most importantly, how silly were you to even assume that he was blind after he just helped you, ugh curse your foolish little brain. You blamed it on his handsome features, must have gotten you distracted or something. "Smooth talker aren't you" you grimaced at him, cheeks reddish for being so fervently exposed to checking him out blatantly. You started to let go of his hand, even if you clearly didn't want to. Something about him entranced you, making you want to know more about him, even if he was just a mere stranger. "I was fine with holding hand, but if you insist" He teased in a sing-song voice, taking notice in the way you held your coat so closely to your frame. Shivers racked through your body, never imagining that you'd been waiting outside for so long, your outfit clearly not appropriate for this icy weather. "Here," You blinked, eyes glued to the man offering you his dark jean jacket. It was clearly oversized for you, yet you could smell his cologne and it enticed you to accept it. Snowflakes started falling on his broad shoulder, reflecting the light from the club's neon signs. "But, you'll be cold, '' you muttered, trying to put up a fight, knowing damn well you were freezing to the bones. "On the contrary, I'm pretty hot. Don't you think?" Your cheeks flared, it was as if he was reading your every thought. Huffing you wrapped the jacket around yourself, nuzzling your face into it trying to keep your face from freezing. "Do you want me to inflate your ego that badly?" "Well, you kinda already did considering how you were staring at me earlier sweetheart" He grinned, hand coming to shake off the snow from his hair. Your blush increased tenfold, his flirty behavior really getting to you. "Shut up I wasn't-" you retorted in a futile attempt to gain some dignity back, looking off to the side pouting. Leaning down, his scent swirled around you, face mere centimeters away from yours. You gulped, eyes scanning his delicate face: his lips seemed so soft, a thin coat of lips balm covering them, you wondered how it tasted. What was his favorite flavor, cherry? or maybe strawberry? "There you go again, ah so cute." He teased, proving himself right once again, his hot breath ghosting over your face smelling of mint and candy. Covering your cheeks with your hand, it felt like your face was on fire. "You talk too much" A chuckle escaped his parted lips, a fake pout now plastered on his handsome feature "Ah so mean to me" you couldn't hold back a giggle at the way he said it, hand coming to cover your mouth. The snowstorm went on, as you took your phone out of your pocket, unlocking it to look at the time. 1:15 a.m showed on the screen, your battery settling at a low 10%. Pursing on your lips, you didn't want this moment to end, completely enticed by this stranger but you had to call a cab before your phone died on you. Curse you for forgetting your charger as always. "You know, I'm a pretty good driver, I can drive you home if you'd like" His proposition took you aback, was this man really capable of reading your every thought? You couldn't possibly fathom what made this handsome stranger be so interested in you, your mind still a bit hazy from your previous drinks. Pursing on your lips, you definitely wanted to spend more time with him, yet feeling bad to make him become your personal driver before even knowing his name. "Are you're sure? I'd feel bad making you drive me home, plus I live quite far" you muttered sheepishly hands fondling with the hem of his jacket. "Anything for a pretty lady, and besides if you live too far-" He paused stepping closer, a hand coming to push back a strand of hair that the harsh winter breeze had pushed into your face, "It so happens that I live really close by" You stood there in shock, as this attractive stranger so blatantly exposed wanting to take you home. You gulped down, eyes scanning his face for any signs of it being mere teasing. Yet, he seemed honest, a grin still covering his face. "You really are a smooth talker" giggling, you nodded accepting his proposition fervently. Was it because of your semi-drunk state or the thoughts of what could possibly happen over at his house, you clearly had no intention of refusing his delightful offer. Everything about him made your core feel warm, yet you knew so little. Starting to walk toward his car, you stopped in astonishment at the sheer luxury of the vehicle. He beamed, opening your door for you, settling your purse into your lap sitting on the dark leather seat. You played with the strap of your bag, waiting for him to join you on the conductor side. As he sat, and closed his door his scent mingled with you, making the apple of your cheeks darken. "You're too damn adorable you know that?" You yelped, catching him gazing at you, putting his seatbelt on. "look who's talking-" You muttered to yourself unbeknownst that this man seemed to possess super hearing chuckling at your response. "Being called adorable is definitely a first, but I'll take it if it comes from you" His large veiny hand opened the vents, warm air now flooding inside the car, you sighed in delight. "Also sweetheart, I wouldn't want to bring a lady home before at least knowing her name" He paused, letting his head rest in the palm of his hand, "you know I do am a well-mannered man after all" He slyly said, head tilted to the side. His gorgeous ivory locks slightly damped considering the snowflakes that melted. Tongue darting out to lick your dried up lips from the cold, you blushed "L/N Y/N" "Ah L/N Y/N, sounds like music to my ear, I'm Gojo Satoru" ❄❄❄ Opening up the Bluetooth station he turned his head, most likely shooting you a glance under his bandana. "I hope you got any good music Y/N, you'll be our DJ for the ride" A grin formed on his lips as you started beaming. "Of course I do!" You retorted confidently, connecting to the Bluetooth at the speed of light. He hummed, starting the car, the scent of leather mingling with your own. As you put on your favorite song, he shouted "No way! You listen to Megan Thee Stallion? I knew there was something I liked about you sweetheart" Your heart thumped in your chest, feeling like it might burst out. His blatant honesty was striking you right in the heart. He really knew how to transform you into a blushing mess. "You got good taste too, She's really fire" your eyes twinkled, relinquishing in this feeling. Humming, Gojo turned to you, sticking his tongue out to you, "I know I got good taste Y/N, that's why you're coming back home with me after all" You swore you could saw him wink under his bandana, your blush increasing tenfold. You playfully, hit his arm, grimacing back at him, letting the music surround the both of you. As the chorus hit, Gojo was fully vibing, dancing to the sound. One hand on the wheel, he sang the rapping part perfectly, moving his upper body sensually to the beat of the song. His hair moved alongside him, chest huffing as he sang. You got entranced, eyes glued to him, seeing him drive with one hand, was somehow so sexy making your heart flutter. Starting to sing alongside him, he shot you a glance, grinning widely, the drive to his home way better than your whole clubbing experience so far. ❄❄❄ His apartment was extremely spacious, to say the least. The walls were covered in large windows, a spacious leather couch, and what seemed like at least a 60 inches television on the wall. The floor was a sublime chestnut wood, walls as snowy as his hair. A few plants adorned the corners of the apartment the whole thing reminding you of what you'd see in magazines or on the internet. You couldn't hold back your amazement, mouth forming an o shape, which made Gojo chuckle. Taking off his shoes, he proceeded to Drop the keys on the counter. He stretched, "Can I offer you something to drink?", face buried in his huge fridge, seeming to push bottles around from the sounds of it. You left both your coat and his jean jacket on a nearby chair, shoes neatly placed next to his, letting it dry up from the snowstorm outside, turning to him. Your dress hugged your curve to perfection, the small material barely covering what needed to be covered, stopping above mid-thighs. You wore a gold necklace, with gold hoops earrings your hair falling down your back, your collarbones full exposed. "Hmmm" You pondered, walking up to him, standing on your tiptoes trying to see something. Feeling your presence behind him, Gojo risked a glance in your direction, his smirk widening tenfold. "Are you trying to make me fall for you by looking like that darling? Because honestly, it's working 100 percent" pursing on his lips, his tongue darted out to wet them, your gaze instantly following suit. You felt your face erupt once again "H-Huh! It's not like that, I just wanted to dry up our coats" You stammered trying to defend yourself, arms flailing in front of you. He chuckled, gaze devouring you under the dark fabric that covered his eyes. Crossing your arms over your chest you grimaced at him, "Do you have white wine by any chance?" He nodded, "Of course my lady" moving the bottles around, deciding on one. Dropping it on the table he reached for one of the cupboards above his fridge, getting two glasses. You watched him in astonishment, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. He seemed to take notice in your endeavor as per usual, grinning "Something caught your eye sweetheart?" he remarked, pouring you a glass. You huffed, looking off to the side defensively, "You're just very attractive that's all..." You muttered the last part, which only seemed to inflate his never-ending ego. Cutting him off before he dared crack another flirty joke, you asked "How tall are you?" your curiosity was getting the best of you, as you sipped on the drink, the warmth of it enveloping you. He was so mysterious, the only thing you knew about him was his name, yet it was like you were craving for more. It wasn't like you to be that way, not usually caring what your partner for the night liked to drink, or what his favorite tv show was, but for the snowy-haired man in front of you, you'd actually memorize those facts in a heartbeat. He had you entranced, muddy in the palm of his hand. He leaned against the kitchen counter, leaning down, letting his head rest in the palm of his hand. "Thank you, you're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, and I'm around 6'3 I would say" He grinned being completely obvious to the fact that his height was a major turn on, bringing the drink to his lips. Your eyes followed his glass, gulping down. You scrunched your nose, a hand coming to twirl a piece of your hair. "Any other question darling?" He teased, taking his sweet time into savoring the intoxicating liquid. You knew damned well what you wanted to know, something you'd been wondering ever since you laid your gaze on him. "Yes actually, since you claim not being blind, what color are your eyes" You were getting bold, bolder than you'd usually be, the alcohol reigniting the fire inside you. If that was even possible, his smirk grew wider, head tilted to the side, "Oh, that's something I get asked a lot, so I'll give you 2/10 for the originality" He paused chuckling, taking another sip. You pouted stepping closer, your mind was running wild, what color could his beautiful irises be? Forest green? Ocean blue? or maybe coffee-colored ones? It was burning you on the inside, like an insatiable itch that you couldn't get rid of. "Does every girl ask you that?" You teased, feeling a slight pinch of jealousy scraping your heart. He laughed, instantly taking notice "ah you're too obvious, already getting jealous about my whereabouts aren't you?" Your face caught on fire at his words, your blush probably the color of the cherries on the kitchen counter by now. He twirled the glass in his hand, satisfied with the response he elicited from you before saying: "They do ask, but I rarely show anyone" He paused taking a sip, tongue licking up a droplet that was running down the glass. He had gotten strangely serious for the first time since your meeting, "But for you, I'd make an exception". You were taken aback, scanning his face for signs of it being a mere joke, but once again the man seemed utterly honest. You wondered if there was a specific reason as to why he hid his eyes, but you decided upon not asking now, it was rather too soon, and not of your business. He straightened himself, now towering above you. "On one condition, I'll let you do the honor of taking it off, deal?" He grinned coming back to his natural goofy self, seeming to take pleasure in your state. Your anticipation was killing you, feeling it in the pit of your stomach, nodding fervently ready to accept any condition if it meant seeing what was underneath that damned piece of fabric. As your hand reached for the material, standing on your tiptoes, the man caught your wrist giving it a slight squeeze. "Oh! but take a guess first" He stuck his tongue at you, as you visibly grumped, "You said one condition" You argued back, letting your heels fall back on the wooden floor, his long fingers still holding on to you. His hand was radiating warmth, making you miss your situation earlier when you were in his embrace. "hmm--" you pondered, taking a good look at his face. He would be handsome with any eye color really, yet you were taking so much fun into guessing it, trying to picture every possibility unto his face. Really wanting to win this little competition, you decided to go with what seemed like your safest bet. "I'll go with brown!" you beamed, feeling confident. That was until his grin widened, letting go of your hand. He waved his finger, seeming to wink under his bandana "We'll see about that '' You pursed your lips, feeling as if you had taken the wrong option, from his remark. Grasping a hold of the hem of his shirt you tugged on it slightly, "lean down a bit you're too tall" You complained, to which he obliged, literally going down on his knees. "Weren't you swooning over my height just a moment ago?" He teased, proceeding to imitate in a high pitched tone what was supposed to be your voice: "How tall are you?" Your embarrassment was out of bound, cheeks burning for being so blatantly exposed yet again, he really had no mercy in store for you. "Shut it- I have more important things to focus on right now" You retorted, earning a chuckle from him. He was right in front of you, a bit below eye level now, but you were finally able to take a good look at his angelic feature, which only made your heartbeat boosts tenfold. You had never met, or even seen, someone as good looking as him. What was his deal though? Taking such a liking to you, yes he did protect you from these creeps but now he was just fueling your fantasies and dreams even more. "Anytime now darling" He burst your bubble, bringing you back to reality, your hands darting toward the material. Sliding one finger underneath, you felt your hands shake a little. Was it because of all this built up anticipation, or was it because you were afraid that you'd actually fall even more for him when you'll see his full features? Slowly pulling it down, Gojo remained silent, smirking, probably planning something mischievous. As the material fell down, now hanging around his neck, you peered before almost shouting at the sight: his eyes were closed. "Oh my god- Open your eyes! You can't do this to me-" Midway into your childlike tantrum, laughter escaped his parted lips, eyes opening. The sight literally knocked the air out of your lungs, You stood there star-struck, your gaze melting into his. You couldn't believe your eyes, your mind refusing to process what was right in front of you. Beautiful sapphire irises looked back at you, adorned with full lashes as white as his hair. Was there something this guy didn't have?! Your mouth stayed slightly open, silence filling the apartment. Not only that, but also his hair had fallen down, now framing his delicate face so perfectly. Locks of snowy hair contrasting with his slightly tanned skin. He looked back at you, head tilting to the side before waving a hand in front of your face. "You still alive Y/N?" He teased, eyes twinkling, taking off the bandana fully and settling it on the counter. "Your eyes, they're gorgeous" you muttered, you wanted to say so much more but you were still processing how utterly beautiful that man was. It struck you right in the heart, as now, whenever his glance caught yours, you'd feel the apple of your cheeks heat up even more than before. "Thank you, I got quite the genes I admit." He cockily replied, taking a sip of wine, eyelashes fluttering. Your regard was glued to him, walking to the counter to get your glass, scooting closer to him in the process. You felt the need to compliment him more, was it because of the intoxicating alcohol now pulsating through your veins, you didn't know, but your mouth opened nonetheless: "Is that why you never show your eyes? You're afraid that girls will fall for you left and right?" You taunted grimacing, thinking you'd gotten back at him for being such a tease himself before it dawned on you that your big mouth had gotten you into quite the messy situation. Humming, Gojo leaned on the kitchen counter, his eyes flickering under the light, "So basically," He almost purred, running a hand through his ivory locks, "You just admitted falling for me. Did I hear you right, honey?" His face arbored the biggest grin you'd ever seen, knowing full well he had you under the spotlight right there, while his overly handsome self sipped on his drink. He was mere centimeters away, his scent completely intoxicating you. You cursed yourself for being so light-headed, your silly self not knowing to think twice before saying something. The alcohol had all subdued, not feeling any signs of being drunk or tipsy either, and yet you were still silly. Flashes from your earlier situation appeared in your mind, hoping you'd get to be in his embrace soon enough. Yet, you couldn't inflate his ego more than it was, his head would probably implode at this rate. As you were about to retort back, he shushed you placing a finger on your lips, "Shush, it's okay baby, I'm kinda falling for you too you know" He smirked, his digit caressing the smooth skin of your rosy lips. You were star struck, gaze melting into his, his touch lighting a fire within you. You had this growing urge to just please him, let him dominate you fully. The alcohol ignited lust, slowly opening your mouth, taking his digit inside your mouth. His eyes gleamed, now half-lidded, a low moan escaping his lips. Your tongue swirled and licked his long finger, feeling yourself get soaked at the thoughts of it inside you. His gaze never left the show in front of him, slowly coming to bit down on his lips. The mere sensation of your tongue against his digit made his length throb in his pants. You pulled away with a wet satisfying 'pop', gaze swirling with lust. His other hand came to grab your chin slightly, tilting it upward. The mere action made your core feel warm, already submitting entirely to him. He leaned down, bringing the finger that was previously in your mouth, into his. Never breaking eye contact with you, he hummed tasting yourself off his finger, before saying: "Don't get me wrong sweetheart, that indirect kiss was pretty hot, but I'd rather be doing this." And with that, he instantly crashed his lips on yours. You couldn't hold back a moan, all the built-up anticipation hitting you full force. His lip balm smelling of cherry, one of your hands came to rest on his shoulder feeling his muscles underneath the dark fabric. Damn, he was a good kisser, tongue swirling around yours, leaving nothing untouched. It was rare for you to feel yourself get soaked already from just a kiss, but this man seemed to possess supernatural powers or something. His thumb rubbed soothing patterns on your cheek, his tongue lapping at your lips eliciting yet another sinful moan from you. Taking this opportunity, Gojo slide his tongue into your mouth leaving nothing untouched. Towering above you, one of his hand slid down your back, resting on the back of your waist. Breaking away from the kiss, he panted, eyes twinkling. "May I gorgeous?" The hand resting on your waist gave a slight squeeze indicating what he meant. You blushed at his behavior, obviously agreeing. Large palms slide down the small of your back, fingers digging into your plump rear. The man almost let out a moan, eyelashes fluttering feeling your curves under his touch. His reaction only fueled your lust, even more, desire swirling into your irises locking gaze with him. A glance was all you needed to understand Gojo, as you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands instantly planted themselves on your ass supporting you, taking their time to feel you up, leaving nothing untouched. His touch was like fire, making you moan from its simplest movement, making a chuckle erupt from him. "Don't stop making those noises for me baby" He ordered, lips crashing back down on yours. You could only hum, your fingers tangled into his snowy white hair. Tugging on his locks slightly, the man groaned grinding his already fully erect cock on your panties. You gasped in the kiss, which the man didn't hesitate to take advantage of his tongue swirling in your mouth. Your dress had obviously rilled up, your bare ass now barely covered. As you deepened the kiss, saliva mixing with his, you felt him start walking toward the back of his apartment where you had noticed his room earlier. However, you were wrong to assume that he would have made it this far, no, not with how utterly hot you looked right now. Dropping your body on the couch, he nestled in between your legs. Encaging you between his arms, one of his large hands grasped both of your wrists pinning them up above your hand. He had such long fingers that both of your wrists seemed like merely nothing in his hands. Breaking the kiss for air, the man panted above you. His warm breath hitting the tip of your nose, his forehead leaning on yours. His eyes were half-lidded, looking at you with pure desire swirling in them. The clear Saphire blue you had seen earlier had subdued to a more animalistic hue, pupils almost blown out, leaving barely any of the ocean like color to be seen.

You stood there in awe, gaze melting into his. He seemed like the embodiment of absolute perfection, and at that moment you just wanted to please him. Struggling to free your wrists you raised your hips grinding them against his clothed cock, eliciting a moan from the man above you. "Let me touch you please" You begged, lashes fluttering as you repeated your movement again, feeling his member twitch within the confine of his pants. Gojo smirked, raising an eyebrow at your needy tone, "I can't possibly refuse if you ask that nicely sweetheart". He teased, his vice grip on your wrists disappearing, taking this opportunity you turned him around sitting snugly on his hips. You grinned mischievously making sure to sit exactly on his large cock, feeling it twitch once again. God, he was hard, and he seemed so big it made your core swirl at the thoughts of him railing the absolute shit out of you. Gojo crossed his arms behind his neck, taking his sweet time to look you up and down, his usual grin covering his feature. It subdued quickly when your hands swiftly unzipped his pants dragging them down, making sure to drag your finger across his entire length. pursing on his lips, the man let out a moan, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "you're so big" You praised, not caring about inflating his ego. I mean, he deserved it right? That man was literally the most handsome guy you had ever come across, you just wanted to shower him with praises. He smirked, flashing you a wink "Oh? Am I really?" He teased in a sing-song voice playing coy. You only giggled, pulling down his black underwear, his cock colliding with his abdomen. Gojo hissed as the cold air hit his member, eyes half-lidded awaiting your next move with impatience. His dick was way beyond average both in length and girth. Tip rosy from being hard for so long, a bead of precum leaked slowly running down his entire length. You almost drooled at the sight, taking your sweet time to look at his cock, one finger coming to scoop the precum bringing it into your mouth. You moaned your tongue swirling and twirling around your digit, already intoxicated by his delicious taste. "Let me taste you again baby" he ordered his voice low, as he sat up. Taking his finger out of your mouth, you extended your arm forward, Gojo grabbing a hold of your wrist, tongue extending, licking the digit clean. He hummed lowly, eyes locked with yours as he did so. Pink muscle leaving no surface of his finger untouched, he moaned your name before leaning back down. "Suck me" You felt your heart rate spike up, your juice leaking from your core at the mere order from Gojo. You nodded, eyes dropping to his rock hard cock, hands settling on the base. Your tongue darted out, licking a clean stripe from the base to his engorged tip, mouth closing on it. You twirled your tongue a couple of times, feeling his large hands grab a hold of your hair. "That's my good girl" The mere words made you moan around his cock, the vibration only intensifying the pleasure for Gojo who threw his head back against the couch. Taking as much as you possibly could fit of his dick in your mouth, your hands moved around his shaft and balls desperately trying to bring him the utmost pleasure. It was working as groans and growls, escaped from Gojo's parted lips, half-lidded eyes never breaking away from you. "You look so good taking my cock like that baby-" He paused, hands massaging your scalp as if thanking you for the absolute best blow job he had, "but it's my turn now" and with that, he pulled you away from his cock, a thin string of saliva connecting you to his member. Leaning up he didn't hesitate a single second to capture your lips again into a kiss, a hand caressing your cheek guiding you back down under him. "You did amazing" He whispered, making you blush, "Thank y-" You squealed, feeling him drag you on the edge of the couch, your legs dangling off of it. “Now then, spread those pretty legs for me won't you?” He licked his lips, the cherry lips balm coating his velvety muscle. You couldn’t help but comply, long digits sliding across your soaked panties, index finger flicking where he knew exactly where your bundle of nerve was. He chuckled lowly, a thin coat of lust covering his sapphire irises. His fingers were already shiny with your essence, and he hadn’t even made direct contact with your core yet. “So wet for me already baby, did you enjoy sucking my cock that much?” He teased, knowing damned well the answer already. The silver-haired man hooked his fingers on the side of your panties, mouth almost watering at the sight of your glistening folds. You mewled, eyes glassy trying to push your core closer to him, eliciting yet another dark chuckle from him. “Needy little thing” his voice was coated with lust, azure eyes locking with yours. One of his long finger slowly parted your folds, collecting your glistening essence on his finger before plopping it in his mouth. He moaned, tasting you, “You taste even better than I’d imagined” “Stop teasing me” You managed to mutter between moans, a grin spreading on his face at your voice. Tilting his head to the side, his index finger twirled around your pearl never giving it the attention it oh so desired. “Beg for it” His voice was raspy, blowing hot air on your clit before flashing you a wink. Your cheeks, well your whole being, felt on fire. “Please eat me out-” You whimpered out, hoping it was enough to satisfy him. Your mind was into a frenzy, thoughts and sentences jumbling into one another, unable to form cohesive sentences. Chuckling, he pressed a soft kiss to your inner right thigh, “Tell me if i’m wrong but, a good girl like you can do better, right?” You threw your head back against his satin pillow, he really was playing hard to get. “ God Gojo please- just make me cum over your tongue already, I need you so badly!” You screamed out in frustration, fists clenching. At that point you didn’t care about anything but to feel his warm tongue on you, tasting your juices Cock twitching at your words, the sorcerer felt his own self restraint slowly crumble to pieces. He just wanted to take you right there, right now, to dick you down until you couldn’t walk anymore. He wanted to break you. You couldn't hold back the moan as you felt his breath hover right above your clit, “So obedient” he praised, before his tongue darted out licking a clean strip, before latching unto your bundle of nerves. Your reaction was instant, head thrown back as a fountain of moans of his name echoed within the room. Gojo felt his self restraint crumble to pieces, every pores in his body aching for him to bend you into a mating press and drill ino your pretty pussy. Yet, at the same time, the way your juices leaked around his mouth drove him to the brinks of insanity. Sapphire gaze darting back and forth between your glistening folds and your flushed face, he soon felt himself grind his aching cock against the side of the bed, desperately seeking friction. Your hands soon found themselves tangled into his ivory locks, only pressing him closer and closer to your soaked core. “G-Gojo” You cooed, feeling your release build up incredibly fast. Damn he was good, there was no denying it. The way he softened his tongue just enough to roll and lap at your clit, while his large hands spread your thighs, nails digging into your plush skin. The man was eating you out as if it was his last meal. “Yes my darling?” He purred, not breaking the contact with your pussy, hot air from his words only pushing you closer to the edge, the pet name not helping either. Noticing the way your cunt quivered at his word, the sorcerer raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh? Are pet names your weakness, my love?” He asked, even as he already knew the answer. His melodic voice would have been enough alone to push you into bliss, but right before you could cum, thighs shaking and hips stuttering, he pulled away. His keen eyes knew, right away the signs of your oh so awaited orgasm, only to deny it so sweetly. Your eyebrows furrowed, and before you could even retort about your stolen orgasm, the man was pinning you down, lips crashing unto yours. “God- you drive me crazy you know.” His sweet words made you swoon, however you tried as best as possible to keep reminding yourself that the man probably had partners left and right. I mean, with his look and absolute perfect personality? Who wouldn’t want him? You had to keep yourself grounded, or at least try to. One of his hand coming to stroke the side of your cheek brought you back to reality, as his forehead laid on yours. His cerulean eyes gazing into yours, before you felt the tip of his cock align with your drenched cunt. “Is this okay?” He murmured, holding himself up with one hand which only accentuated his biceps. You couldn’t help but nodd, of course you wanted him to rearrange your insides, to mold you into his cock. “I need to hear it dear” He pressed a kiss on your forehead, head tilted to the side, surprisingly patiently awaiting your response. Leaning up slightly, you captures his lips in yet another kiss before sliding your hand between your bodies and grasping his cock. “Fuck me before I do it myself” Gojo’s eyebrow raised, before he chuckled darkly. Taking a hold of your wrist he pinned them both above your head, one large hand way more than enough to hold them tightly into places. “Can’t leave you unsatisfied now, can I” and with that he pushed his length into you. You swore you could feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix, molding your insides to his dick. The stretch was slightly painful, but oh dear god it felt amazing. Hips now flush against yours, he leaned back slightly discarding his shirt, throwing it on the floor somewhere. His kin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, muscles defined and flexing under the pleasure he was currently under. Noticing your lingering gaze his hand grasped your knees throwing them over his shoulder. You yelped, before he pressed a kiss against your ankle. “Look at me baby” He purred before drilling into your core. Your mewled and gasped, hands desperately seeking to hold unto dear life. His cock quite literally rearrnged your insides, Gojo looking down at your through his ivory lashes, lips stuck between his teeth. He was slightly silent asides from some pants and grunts here and there, as he wished to hear every little sound you made. Nails digging into your thighs, he let out a low groan as his pace never faltered, gaze darting between your pussy eagerly sucking him up and your fucked out face. “You’re taking me so well” He purred, before his hips came to meet yours at a rougher pace, almost sending you flying into the headboard if it wasnt for his hold unto your thighs. “So good to me-” His voice broke as he let out another groan. Your mewls and moans only spurred him on, before a trembling hand reached toward his face. “K-Kiss me-” You managed to mumble between incoherent babbles as he fucked your brain out. Gojo smirked, before gently dropping your knees and leaning down eagerly sealing your lips into yet another kiss. “Dont go and fall for me now-” He whispered between choked out groans, a sly smirk plastered on his features. As your hands tangled themselves into his locks he bit down on his lips, gaze lingering on your face. The way your cheeks burned and glossy eyes stared back at him, Gojo couldn’t help but latch his lips unto the soft skin of your neck earning a yelp from you. His cocky personality had subdued, leaving a rather soft persona underneath. Hips stuttering, he felt yourself clench tighter around him only signalling that you’d soon back into pure bliss. There was no way that he’d ever finish before you, prioritizing the needs of his partners way before his own. A string of moans fell from your lips as his bit down and sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Feeling him smirk against your skin, he lapped at the spot teasingly “You’re gonna cum on my cock baby?” He cooed, blowing hot air, pace never faltering in the slightest. You could only manage a weak nodd, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure cursing through your veins. A loud moan of his name fell from your lips as you felt yourself unravel on his dick. Gojo groaned feeling you spasm around his cock, draging himself into the bliss as well. Leaning down he kissed you, encaging you between his arms as he rutted into your oversensitive pussy, hot milky cum tainting your walls white. “Fuck-” He cursed, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, dick twitchnig into the depths of your cunt. It wasnt long until he let himself fall on top of you burying his head into the crook of your neck. Not even bothering to take his cock out, Gojo pressed feather like kisses all over your now hickey covered skin, eliciting a small giggle from you. “That was amazing” You purred, one hand running up and down his bare back. It was rare for the man to be so relaxed after such encounter, not that he’d usually ask his partner to seek themselves out of his house but, this time it felt different. “Thank you, thank you” Came his smug reply, before he lifted his face cerulean eyes locking with yours. Taking his dick out from inside your cum soaked core, He grinned, before rolling you over so you were now laying by his side, head resting on top of his chest. Your heart was hammering against your chest, as if clarity was hitting you full force. Here you were, snuggling with this handsome man you had met earlier, and yet you felt like you’ve known him forever. “Ah- what a bad host I am. Let me clean you up” Gojo suddenly exclaimed, before making his way to the bathroom to fetch a warm wet cloth for you. After cleaning himself up quickly, but effectively he was back into the room with a glass of water and the cloth. You blushed before telling him you could clean yourself to which he agreed, handing you the water. “Do you need a spare of clothe?” He questioned now rummaging through his drawers. The question took you aback, blinking as you stared at him in silence for a few moment. You weren’t expecting to spend the night at his place, not that you were complaining, but it felt too good to be true, really like fate had somehow brought the two of you together. “Did I fuck you too good that you forgot how to speak lovely?” His voice brought you back to reality as he smugly grinned at you, leaning on the drawer. He looked absolutely ethereal, messy locks framing his pale face and body sculpted by the gods themselves. “Shut it-” “I’ll take that as a yes” He cooed, before throwing you a large black shirt. You grasped it mid-air, giggling, as he eyed you with a smile. That was until you spoke up, putting the shirt on, “Is it really okay for me to stay here tonight?” You couldnt help but voice your thoughts before earning a chuckled from the sorcerer himself. “Well I dont mind driving you back home if this makes you uncomfortable.” He paused, sounding serious for once, glancing at his car keys situated on the small wooden table by his bed. “But, we’re not done for the night, aren’t we?” He flashed you a wink, earning a blush from you. His cocky self seemed to back in full throttle. Seeing your reddened face he couldnt help but laugh, putting on a pair of looser grey sweatpants as he spoke “Besides as much as I loved hearing your beautiful moans of my name Id also like for us to share actual conversations-” Throwing a pillow at him, his hand came to arrest it before it hit his face. Seeing your embarrassed look, he broke into laughter, throwing himself back on the bed besides you. “Dont say such embarrassing thing” You poked his side in a teasing manner feeling satisfied with his answer. Gojo grinned letting his head rest in your laps, looking up at you with doe eyes. The night’s soft breeze twirled into the room, your hand caressing Gojo’s hair, twirling a piece between your pointer and middle finger. The neon alarm clock showed in flashy red numbers: 5:06 am. You merely chuckled under your breath, feeling as if this night had been one hell of a rollercoaster. Gojo silently stared at you, feeling relaxed as you played with his hair. “Tired?” He questioned, taking your hand before pressing a soft kiss on your palm, earning yet another blush from you. “Not really” He hummed, kind of amusing you how his cocky persona had subdued into this calmer one. Gojo’s chest rose and fell slowly, as the rhythm of his breathing relaxed, feeling comfortable in your embrace. Still holding unto your hand, he gave it a light squeeze, gaining back your attention “So, since it's already morning” He paused, throwing a glance toward the alarm clock,” Wanna order some food and talk the night away my sweet Y/N?”

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a deep love confession

warnings!! nsfw!! unprotected sex!!

johnny x fem reader, 3k

johnny stared at you with such intensity, you had never seen that look in his eyes before. he looked mad. he was mad. at you, specifically. of course, you were a grown woman, one who could handle any form of danger, but that knowledge didn't help the anxiety that was weighing down on johnny's chest heavily. "where were you?" johnny tried to speak in the calmest tone he could muster but he was failing to mask his emotions. was it because you didn't inform him that you left for the deal or was it because he felt like you didn't trust him?

you scanned his posture as he stood still in your bedroom, a room that all of your men were forbidden from entering, even dohwan. yet, you always welcomed johnny. sighing, you began to shrug off the jacket you wore and placed it on your bed, not bothering to answer the man in your room. to you, it didn't seem like such a big deal, you were simply doing your job.

"y/n, i just asked you a question."

both of your eyes locked onto each other, a mutual look of intensity, hoping to try and read each other's minds, johnny just wanted to understand you but you were making it so difficult for him. your eyes were blank. you showed no detectable emotions.

"i don't answer to you," was what you said that threw johnny off the edge. whatever patience was left in him now vanished. groaning loudly, johnny ran his hand through his hair and held onto his neck. he couldn't shout at you, he couldn't do anything.

you infuriated him.

johnny decided it was best to leave you alone, maybe forever. the feelings he felt for you heavily trumped what you felt for him, johnny assumed in his mind, that was always constantly things about you. there was no way to tell what you were thinking and it stressed him out. he just wanted to understand you.

"wow," johnny scoffed, placing his hands on his hips as he glared at you, the way you just gazed back at him obliviously pissed him off even more, "i guess i shouldn't have worried about you then, huh?" anger was laced with every word he spoke in a voice that was quiet so no one that happened to be walking past could hear but loud enough for you to listen. the warm light of your room illuminated johnny's features, his beautiful face hardened like a rock, jaw tense. "do you even care that i was worried about you? i get that you don't care about you own life but i care, y/n! me!" you were speechless. feelings were never your strong point, voicing them aloud was even worse. slowly, you began to process johnny's words, however the said man took your silence literally and as a rejection.

feeling fed up, johnny began to walk towards the door, the sound of his leaving footsteps booming in your ear like thunder. it awoke something in you as if a switch had been turned on. johnny's fingers were ready to reach out for the door handle to leave out of your life before he froze in his steps, "i'm sorry."

you had apologised.

the two words were foreign to your tongue but you hoped johnny could hear the sincerity in your shakey voice. it was only a matter of a few more seconds before johnny felt your hands wrap around his waist, your head resting against his broad back. he felt warm to you. any anger that he experienced quickly evaporated with that one act.

"i can't stand to see the sight of you walking away," the image of it was still fresh in your mind, causing you to tighten your grip on him, in fear he would actually leave. your fingers trembled as you clutched johnny's cotton shirt. "the way i feel for you," you began slowly with a wavering voice as you thought out every word, trying to piece everything you wanted to say, "i haven't felt this way about anyone before, and i don't know if i deserve to feel it." your heart was hammering in your chest, you were afraid that johnny could feel it beating, a sheet of paper couldn't pass between your grip on the taller man.

as johnny felt your grip loosen, he instantly held your hands against him again.

"i love you," you whispered quietly in a defeated tone.

johnny turned around so quickly you were afraid he might have experienced whiplash. the hardened features of his face had finally softened, showing you everything you found so dearly beautiful about him. as his dark eyes pierced into yours, johnny raised one of his large hands to cup your face. he didn't miss the way you nestled into it further, the simple act causing his heart to skip a beat. the organ was beating so loudly out of his chest johnny was almost certain you could hear it in the comforting silence, unbeknownst to him, your heart matched his rapid pace.

"i want to be the one by your side, y/n," johnny's other free hand snaked around your waist to draw you closer to him, with your hands still wrapped around him, "please, i can handle everything you throw at me, just... let me be a part of your world." his forehead rested against yours, you could feel his warm breath falling upon your skin, finding peace in it. johnny was real and not a figment of your dreams that were beginning to replace the recurring nightmares that occupy your sleepless nights.

"but you'll get hurt," your body stiffened at the thought of johnny becoming hurt or worse, dead. all because of you.

"then let me," johnny held onto you tighter, embracing you with both arms, his scent unknowingly calming you down, "i know you'll protect me no matter what," he had spoken with a smirk that was so obvious in his voice.

gazing upon your face once more, johnny knew he reached your ice cold heart. that all his efforts didn't go to waste. your neck craned as you looked up at him with endearing eyes, as if he was the most perfect creature to have been created. it began to cause a stir in him. taking advantage of your dazed state, johnny angled his head lower so he could meet your lips. unlike the first kiss you both shared, the taste of tobacco is no longer lingering like a reminder of your habit, just the taste of your lip gloss. it was so sweet. johnny indulged himself in the sweetness, you kissed him back with an equal amount of eagerness. your slender fingers ran up the expanse of johnny's chest, standing on the tips of your feet to match his height but yet you were still shorter than him. the soft kiss quickly became anything but innocent, the urge to have johnny bed you almost had your knees buckling.

somehow, johnny had moved you both to your bed, where you sat in his lap, your thighs on either side of him. warm comforting hands ghosted along your bare legs, the skirt you wore had ridden up, revealing more inches of your body for johnny to touch. "i want you," you breathed as you pulled away from johnny's swollen lips.

johnny groaned at your words. he had imagined this moment ever since you deemed his yours, the thoughts normally continued in a lonesome cold shower and the company of his hand. a blush grazed his cheeks at the embarrassing thoughts. the blood rushed to his dick at the sight of your doe eyes pleading him to consent. "fuck," johnny's voice dropped an octave, "you sure, darling?"

the small nod of your head was the green light. his hands gripped at your hips, guiding you dangerously closer to feel where he needed you most. intently, johnny watched as you gasped at the feeling of his hardening dick through his jeans.

"i'll make you cum on my dick instead of my tongue," the lewd words were whispered softly, hot breath fanning against your ear, only for you to hear. in a matter of seconds, you felt johnny's pulp lips press opened-mouth kisses along the juncture of your neck, his lips upturned into a smirk when you titled your head to allow him to have more access. cherry blossoms trailed from beside your ear down to your collarbone. a gasp emitted from you at the harsh sting of your skin between johnny's teeth.

"you're so beautiful, y/n," you wondered how johnny viewed you, a psychotic bitch who needed to be locked up or someone who was deserving of love. cradling his face between your cold hands, you littered soft kisses all around johnny's handsome face, mentally swearing to yourself to kill anyone who as much places a scratch upon it. johnny stilled at the sudden affection. your wondering hands turn south from johnny's chest, you had the blessing of being able to peel the white t-shirt off from his body, leaving him bare before your eyes. johnny was very confident in his body, the way you drooled over him like a child craving a candy, made him chuckle. the laughter died when you suddenly began to undress yourself, revealing the dark lace undergarments you wore. johnny's mind wondered if you purposely wore such a thing for his eyes only.

returning to his lap, you innocently rolled your hips against johnny's unbelievably hard dick, eliciting a sound from him that made you clench around nothing. "do you want me to cum in my pants?" you blinked at him in confusion as if your heat wasn't sat directly on top of the area where he needed you most. johnny rolled his eyes at your unresponsive reaction. for a mafia boss, you knew nothing about sex. "where do you keep your condoms?" he shifted his weight in order to search through your bedside table for the packaged rubbers.

"i don't have any," you told johnny, watching the way the muscles in his back tense, "you're my first."

he knew this already but it spurred something in him to hear it again. johnny turned his head to you at lightning speed, catching you off guard. a voiceless part of him takes pride in knowing that you never took pleasure in someone else before him, unlike what the rest of the boys believed. if they only knew, johnny thought.

"darling, we can't do this then."

"no!" the sound of your own voice shocks you, never did you think you would be so intoxicated by a man that you'd loose all sense of pride, but johnny sat there, peering down at you, and suddenly the desire for him to fill you increased tenfold. "isn't it better without?" you reasoned, remembering the conversation with yuta about sex being better without protection. the chance of you getting pregnant during your first time seemed low to you, you knew it was a risk but you'd do anything to cease the throbbing you felt.

"yeah but-" johnny's reasoning was cut short by your lips kissing along his chest, so lightly like petals grazing against his skin, "baby." his groan only added to the wetness that was pooling in your panties, all for him.

your hands wrap around his neck to bring johnny's gaze back to your lustful ones, "it'd be nice," your voice sounded as smooth as butter, coaxing him to give into your every desire, "my belly swollen with your baby." you practically purr in his ear. johnny felt his dick twitch in its restrictive confinements, reminding himself of just how unforgivingly hard he is.

"for a virgin," johnny sighs shakily, feigning disappointment, as he began to undo his trousers, pushing his boxers down with them, "you have such a foul mouth," he moved to sit against the headboard of your bed that was fit for a king, "should i stuff it with my dick?" johnny hummed, not missing how your thighs rubbed together slightly.

all the arrogance left your body when you peered at johnny's dick, eyes lingering for a moment too long. you gulped. there was no way for you to tell if his size was regular, due to your inexperience, but he looked big.

mocking laughter fell from johnny, you looked so scared sat in his lap, having no absolute fucking clue what to do, a sight people would pay billions to see, and yet you trusted johnny enough to be the one who sees you like this. his chest swelled with pride. he was your first. somewhere in his heart, johnny knew he'd be your last too.

the tips of your fingers curled between johnny's soft locks as he pulled you back in his strong arms, slotting his warm lips between your own. his mind drifted back to when he ate you out, the taste of you still fresh in his mind. you moaned sinfully against him as his hand groped your breast through your bra, you rutted against him in response to the pleasure. his other hand itched it's way to your back, managing to unclap the lace material, freeing your breasts. leaning down, johnny doesn't miss the opportunity to press a kiss along the valley between your mounds, leaving you a sighing mess above him.

"please, john," you said breathlessly, you were aching for him to touch you in the area you desired most yet he avoided completely.

gripping your hips tightly, johnny guided you to be on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist yet again, after throwing your panties to pile with the rest of the disregarded clothes on the floor. your body trembled slightly out of nervousness. johnny cupped your face with his large palm, "we don't have to do this," he said again. your pleasure was the only thing that mattered to him, he could withstand another cold shower for your sake. however, you urged him to continue.

your hips bucked at the feeling of johnny's hand cupping your sex. "you're dripping," his eyes darkened at the way your wetness glistened under the lighting, before licking his hands clean as if it were the richest frosting, something straight out of a porno. the hum johnny produced caused a chill to run through your body as you completely focused on him.

wasting no more time, johnny aligned himself with your enterance, helping you slowly ease yourself onto him. every cry you emitted from the discomforting stretch was shushed with reassuring mumbles, encouraging words about you 'taking him so well,' and soft kisses peppered around your pain-ridden face. the air in your lungs left your body at the feeling of being completely filled. it took all of johnny's strength to not just thrust into you and take you as he pleased. your walls were so tight and so warm around him, his mind felt like it was going to explode.

as the pain surpassed, you began to rock your hips at a slow irregular pace. each second was agonising for johnny as all he could do was grip at your hip. he was sure a bruise would be left there tomorrow. the other hand kneed the flesh of your ass, coaxing you to move a bit faster. johnny's lips attached themselves to your left breast, swirling his tongue against your nipple softly, the gasp you let out only encouraged the assault. it wasn't until his teeth grazed the sensitive peak that you clenched around him deliciously. johnny cursed out as his hips bucked into yours, hitting a spot you didn't know existed, "do that again, darling."

your breaths were loud in your partner's ears, chest heaving as the air was knocked out of your lungs, your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of johnny, much like your cunt was. the feeling of your orgasm approaching burned in your lower body.

"j-john," you tried to silence your pathetic whines by pressing your face into johnny's shoulder, his name fell like a mantra from your lips as if it were the only word you knew.

"my pretty, pretty girl," johnny cooed at the fucked out expression adorning your face, a look no one apart from him would ever be able to witness.

the rolling of your hips became sloppier, the longer you chased your high. your legs began to feel numb. johnny's hips suddenly began to thrust up into you, so deeply that tears prick the corners of your eyes.

"'m so close." it was a miracle that your nails didn't break as they created deep crescent-like cuts in johnny's back. you hung onto his shoulders for dear life. if you were hurting him, johnny didn't show it.

he was embarrassed to say it but johnny could feel his high rising in such a short time. the way you called his name when he couldn't be more closer to you made his head spin, slowly loosing control as you clenched around him tighter. grunts and groans fell from him, immediately being swallowed by your parted lips.

sweat adorned your skin, your hair matted against the top of your forehead, johnny couldn't imagine what he looked like himself, his hair was probably a mess from your clutches.

"fuck, john, why is your dick so big?"

"you did not just say that," johnny snorted, wishing he had a camera to capture the blush that crept on your cheeks in embarrassment, had you said the wrong thing?

"do you want me to cum in you, darling?" the lewd question was said with such innocence, no one would have suspected the effect it had on you, "should i?" johnny's grip got stronger, as if it were possible, and began to thrust his hips up into you, repeatedly hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. the quiet moans falling from your lips and the way your walls clenched around his dick were a big giveaway that you were nearly at your high.

you emitted a gasp as the coil in your stomach snaps, the pleasure quickly become too much as johnny continued to pound you from beneath. in a matter of seconds, you could feel the warmth of his load coating your walls.

finally, your lover stilled in you, waiting just one more moment before leaving your warmth. the whine from the loss of johnny's dick almost made him do a double-take, desiring to fill you up again. however he knew better and wanted to let you rest. johnny kissed the crown of your head, his strong arms holding your slumped body up against him. "you okay?"

you managed a small hum, feeling too tried to respond. johnny noticed your drooping eyelids, he gently helped you off his lap and lay down on your bed, despite your protests of missing his warmth. a small chuckle fell from him as he looked at the marks you created along his chest in the bathroom mirror. he went in to get a towel to clean you up with and a shirt for you to sleep in so you wouldn't sleep cold. by the time johnny returned, you had managed to fall asleep in the short time. regardless, the older man continued to clean up the mess between your thighs, he couldn't manage to slip your shirt on you so johnny made sure to tuck the blankets in tightly.

"john, can you sleep with me?" your small voice asked, tired eyes meeting his with a pleading look.

"what did we just do earlier," johnny joked as he put his boxers on, the light in your room casted a glow around him that likened him to an angel.

"stay with me."

your hand had managed to sneak its way out of the blanket and beckoned johnny to lay beside you. the sucker he was for you, anything you desired you would have, who was he to deny you of himself. sighing, johnny clambered into the cold bed, he shivered as he laid beside you. like a moth to a flame, you reached out to touch him, yearning for the warmth of his naked body. johnny was always warm and you were always cold.

"haechan will notice i'm not there," he said softly with his long fingers running through your hair.

"i don't care," you said simply, the members were almost certain that something was happening between you and johnny, they just needed confirmation. "neither should you, your thoughts should only consist of me."