#thank you for making this prompt list i have been enjoying the event a lot even though i didn't like. post any art for it till now -w-

[jnpje]

day 26 is crossover????? :D

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

[nekomanager]

004. 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 • DELUSIONS

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What if the sexy stranger in your dreams and your seductive client at work is actually a ravishing demon determined to love you whatever it takes? Can you break through the delusions before it's too late?

incubus!kuroo, f!reader, deep pnetration, l-bombs, overstimulation, rough sex

I've been gone for so long up to the point when I thought that I'd be leaving this app and even this fic but here I am. The ending and even this chapter have changed so much from my original outline but I guess my hiatus turned them even better as I drew a lot of my emotions from the time I was away and put 'em all into writing this. Next chapter's the finale as planned, my sweethearts. Enjoy the rollercoaster! mwah mwah 💋

You drew a deep sigh. Finally, the event will be tomorrow, and you’d be wrapping up this project. You’re supposed to be relieved, but you couldn’t help but feel a stab of bitterness. 

You doublechecked all the crossed-out items in your list to see if they’re complete. Everything was all set up. In fact, you already prepared the Press Release ahead of time so it would be easy for you to seed it to the media once the party is over.  

“Good job!” Kuroo said as he went near, standing right behind you. 

You glanced up at him, carefully tracing the outline of his features—the softness of his lips, the perfect sculpt of his nose and the intensity of his eyes. He blinked, slowly, and returned your stare with his gaze softening as each millisecond dropped.  

What’s this longing building inside your chest? Will the end of this project be a goodbye for the both of you? 

Before you could even get deeper, he gave you a small smile. “Thank you for everything. There could be no one else.” 

You closed your fists, biting back your emotions. You shouldn’t be feeling this way.  

Kuroo softly smiled, which put you quite at ease. Slipping his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a small box and opened it.  

“That’s-” Your eyes widened at the sight of a gold necklace with a heart pendant.  

“For everything we spent together,” he said as he carefully laced the jewelry around your neck. He spun you a little and took a good look at you. His gaze was tender and so was the satisfaction on his face when he said, “Perfect.” 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

Warmth and undeniable comfort surrounded you as your arms were around his strong frame. He laid you down on the bed with a hand cupping the back of your neck.  

You peered deeply into his eyes as he firmly held your gaze, marveling at how lucky he was to have you at this very moment. He placed a kiss on your forehead, your eyelid, nose and paused for a sensuous peck on your lips. Not stopping, he sucked on the skin of your neck until his lips reached the heart pendant, giving it a tender kiss. 

His palm travelled to your breast and revered your supple flesh, bringing your nipple to his mouth, his tongue doing its magic. His other hand skimmed through your bare skin and parted your legs. He immediately found your sweet spot as if he had your body ingrained in his memory. Oh, you’re so ready for him.   

You heaved and wriggled beneath him. His middle finger teasing your clit prompted your hips to grind against his touch, feeling the sensation building and wanting more at the same time.  

“Be patient,” he whispered in your ear, and you felt him smile at your neediness. You couldn’t help but desperately whine a little in response.  

Chuckling lightly, he caressed the top of your head and pinched your cheek. “Oh, how could I resist you.” 

Taking your cue, he inserted two of his fingers in and your anticipating pussy welcomed him in so easily. He began stroking your insides and your back arched in satisfaction. Your mouth was agape and you moaned while he watched closely as your immodest expression kept making his cock harder and harder, wanting its own taste of your sopping cunt.  

You reached out for his cock, but he stopped you by the wrist.  

“I didn’t know you want me that badly,” he teased, smirking before slipping his tongue to play with yours. He sucked you relentlessly, drinking you in. The intensity of his mouth on yours matched the sweet torture of his fingers, increasing the passion as he was already feeling your thighs shaking. 

“Aahh...hah hmmn-” you whimpered. Your head dipping deeper into the pillow as you felt the rush approaching.  

“That’s it, my pretty girl...” he chanted as your hips started buckling.  

You felt the chills running across your skin. You’re getting there. You’re getting there! You’re- “Mhmn!” You let out a pained whine as he pulled out his fingers right when you’re about to cum.  

He teased you further by rubbing the pads of his three fingers over the wet lips of your pussy.  

Fuck! It was painfully making you crave him more. You want him inside you, to fill up with his dick. “Please...”  

“Please, what?” he asked, mischievously. “This one?” You felt his tip against the surface of your needy cunt. You quivered. Automatically, desperately, stupidly, you locked him in, bringing your legs around his torso.  

He responded with a kiss and held you close, feeling your trembling body encaged in his arms. You were so lost in endless want when he began running the length of his hard member against your pussy, glazing his cock with your juices.  

“Haah I – haah I want...” you managed to let out. 

“What do you want?” His gaze probed you, almost hypnotically.  

“I want...y-!” Your eyes almost crossed when he slammed the entirety of his long cock straight into your pussy, making you cum all of a sudden.  

Your body was shaking strong, yet it was just the beginning. He thrust into you through and through that you shed tears of pleasure with the overwhelming sensation. How can you even keep up with him! He’s ramming into you mercilessly like there’s no tomorrow.  

And damn, you sure looked so dirtily beautiful as your tits bounced like crazy everytime he’s hitting you deep and that motivated him to drive you even crazier. He pressed your legs further and closer to both sides of your face, putting you in a mating press. His body weight kept you in place when he took your hands and laced your fingers with his.  

His eyes were pinning you down so intensely, conveying so much lust, passion and affection.  

“Y/N...Y/N...Y/N...” He panted your name with every shove, not letting go of your gaze. His grip on your entwined hands tightened as he quickened his pace and deepened his thrusts. “I love you...I love you. Fuck! I love you.” 

Your heart felt like bursting with so much emotion that your arms flew to wrap around him. He held you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck while his hips rocked in a frenzy. His consistent deep and ragged strokes were now about to get you to your peak, but all that mattered in that moment was having each other this close, this uninhibited, this free. 

Shivers ran down your spine and he’s quick to devour your pleasure, sealing your lips with his as he fed your pussy with his cum. You trembled beneath him completely lost in the intensity.  

You both caught on your breaths. And now, your vision was getting cloudy. Propping himself with his elbow, he lovingly caressed your head like how he usually did.  

He gave you a sweet smile, while you tried not to close your eyes and fall asleep, wanting to spend more time with him, but drowsiness was getting the best of you. Before you lose it, however, you heard him whisper, “See you later.” 

Your eyes opened, still heaving from your dream. You woke up in confusion but there’s a part of you that still wanted to remain dreaming.  

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

It was a big relief that the event was set up perfectly. This was testament to all your hardwork, and you couldn’t wait but have Kuroo see this. You glanced at your phone. The guests were now populating the venue still there was no word from him.  

Passing by a wall mirror, you tried looking your best for tonight, and no, it wasn’t because of him! You blushed, focusing on the heart pendant he gave you, however your attention was taken when a familiar figure arrives.  

Your world stopped when you turned around and saw Kuroo.  

He was approaching with one hand in his pocket and confident strides, donning a black coat and pants with a grey dress shirt underneath. His hair was messily tousled, yet he looked so devilishly attractive. The lights were casting a magical play of red and purple over his ungodly features. His hazel orbs found you and his lips slowly stretched to a sultry smirk. Your throat went dry just by the way he locked eyes with you. You clenched your thighs together and drew in a deep breath. Kuroo was danger and desire converged into one, a man so magnetizing he’s almost a sin.  

Words got stuck in your chest as he came face-to-face with you while you got nothing to say. He leaned close to you and whispered in a low and raspy voice, “You look edible tonight.” 

You blushed. “W-What?” 

He grinned, cheekily. “You’re adorable.” 

“Oh...” You took deep breaths, panicking about what to say. “You...same.” Realizing what you just blurted out, you snapped and pulled yourself together. “I-I mean! You look the same.” 

Kuroo gave out a laugh that came from his belly. He offered you his arm and you were shy to hold onto, which, by the way, was so sturdy and strong you felt so weak and little around him. His scent was equally making you melt. It's smoky, leathery, and musky vetiver it’s intoxicating.  

“You’re wearing the necklace I gave you.”  

“O-of course,” you replied quite nervously. His eyes dragged from your face right to your cleavage where the pendant was completely undressing you with just his stare and all you could do was put a hand over yourself.  

And the bastard chuckled, you knew. You knew him so well.  

The evening went by with you socializing and networking together, but time didn’t pass without his subtle touches like featherly brushing his fingertips across your bare arms, calling your attention by lightly scratching your elbow and placing his hand at the small of your back just above your ass.  

There’s something about tonight that he’s pursuing you openly and assertively while you were letting him and doing nothing to repel him. Perhaps, it’s because you knew that you could have a chance of something...something beyond this.  

Your reverie was interrupted when he suddenly dipped close to your face and inhaled your scent. “You smell sweet.” 

“It’s vanilla.” 

“Are you?” he retorted.  

Heat crawled all over your face, knowing what he meant. You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms. “Don’t get me started.” 

Kuroo let out a hearty laugh, which elicited the same for you. In that moment, everything slowed down in his perspective. The crinkles in the corners of your eyes as you smiled and the genuine happiness in your laughter were gripping something inside his chest.  

Oh, how can one woman make him feel all these conflicting emotions at once. How he held so much affection for you yet felt so pained at the walls you’re putting down for him. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, full of concern. 

Kuroo ran a hand through his hair and exhaled exasperatedly. “Nothing- Nothing. It’s...” He calmed himself down. “It’s nothing.”  

“Are you sure?” 

He smiled and a slow melodious song began playing in the background, catching his attention. “May I dance with you?” 

You accepted his invitation. Despite the tension that surrounded the both of you tonight, this one was entirely different. It was romantic how he was swaying you with one of his hands respectfully rested on the small of your back, while the other was holding yours in a classic posture. 

Your eyes were attached to each other, while your heartbeats matched the tempo of the song. All this felt like a fantasy, so pure, so tender and so surreal. It felt like a dream how your chest was filled with happiness and warmth.  

How can one man make you feel so many emotions? Was it really possible for dark desire and deep devotion to exist altogether like how the serene moon finds its rest cloaked in the darkness of the midnight sky? 

“Y/N...” Kuroo uttered with a gentle look in his eyes. “I...” 

He gulped. He was not dumb. Your feelings for him were escalating, strong and true. Damn, how much he wanted to hold you close right now. Devour your lips and kiss you endlessly, but seeing how you gazed so lovingly at him, he couldn’t bear not baring who he really is to you. 

“Thank you,” you said before he could even continue. “I’m honestly super happy today.” 

Guilt was eating him alive. Everything might have started obscurely, but right now, what he was feeling for you was clear, definite and never-changing. Was it really too late? Could he somehow turn back time and change the way things kicked off?  

Kuroo stopped swaying and loosened his hold on you. 

Taking in his crestfallen expression, you asked, “Are you alright?” You saw his broad shoulders rise and fall as he took a deep breath. “What’s the problem? What’s happening?” 

What’s happening? He loves you! That’s what’s happening.  

How could he tell you? Would you even understand...that for the hundred, no, thousand years he existed, this was the first and only time he could ever think of the same woman over and over again. Would you even believe that the love he had for you was as much as the years he lived? 

Would you see right through his feelings for you, or would he remain as a beast? 

“Kuroo,” your voice pleading as you called on him.  

He pinched close his eyes. 

It’s painful. It’s painful how that one thing that keeps you by his side was also the one that could make you run away.  

He couldn’t bear to see the look in your eyes—that look of disdain because you’d see him as a monster, but he loves you and he couldn’t...He just couldn’t let you suffer perplexed and forever live in an illusion. 

“Do you...do you really want to know?” He asked almost choking in each syllable, with eyes searing deep into yours.  

“What do y-” You were stuck in his stare as his hazel gaze lifted all the fog and haze in your mind. Suddenly, everything was clear. “W-Wai- This is-” Your hands shook cold. “It’s you...All this time it’s you?” Your lips trembled. “M-My cat...the one in my dreams...It’s true? You’re an...” 

You searched his expression and, as much as hurt was evident in his features, he didn’t deny a thing.  

You brought your shaking hand over your mouth as tears began to involuntarily fall from your eyes. “All this time...you were lying to me.” 

Seeing your pain, Kuroo couldn’t help but step forward to explain. “Y/N, I...”  

You stepped back and raised a hand up. “I’m sorry. I just- I just can’t-”  

And all Kuroo could do was stand frozen as he watched you run away.  

The old lady was right all along and you couldn’t believe it. Maybe the signs were there but you refused to see them. 

Did all that matter now? 

You quickly got inside the cab you hailed. Staring outside the window, you recalled every detail of the moments you spent with him. Now, you didn’t know which one was true and which was just a fantasy.  

Incubus or not it didn’t matter anymore.  

Tears kept falling down your cheek.  

Regardless of the truth, you knew that one thing’s for real. You felt so much for him than you ever noticed. Did he even love you at all? All those times you spent did they even mean something to him? Or were you just another woman he can feed on? 

Your head spun in questions.  

Finally at your home, you immediately fell onto your bed and hugged yourself. All this time, he’s all a dream you’re meant to wake up to. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

With your body feeling heavy, you couldn’t even bring yourself to get up. A black hole seemed to exist inside your heart. You felt light taps against your shoulder.  

A smile finally made its way to your face.  

You caressed his head as he purred lovingly into your touch. His fur resembled the darkness of the night, but his existence brought warmth into your life.  

He bumped his forehead onto yours and nuzzled affectionately. You caged him in your arms, and he curled up close to you, accompanying you to a peaceful slumber. 

“I love you...I’m setting you free.” 

A soft yet gentle whisper breezed through your ear that woke you up. It felt like a big part of you was taken and torn apart. 

Your fingers traced the outline of the heart pendant of the necklace Kuroo gave you.  

He didn’t appear in your dream like the usual. As much as you tried hard to deny, you...love him in all forms. 

You recalled the hurt in his eyes when he revealed the truth to you last night. It was genuine and it seemed like he, too, was holding off so many emotions he wished to convey. 

Maybe you reacted too fast? Maybe you could’ve let him explain? Maybe you shouldn’t have run away last night? 

Of course, it was never easy to say that he was an otherworldly being. Anyone would be overwhelmed.  

You messed up! 

In an instant, you bolted out of bed. Though you looked so much in disarray, you hurried and prepared for work. You’d be having a post-event meeting today. Maybe you could still make up for everything and set things right, give him a chance. Maybe you could still fix things. 

Running out of breath, you almost ran to your office building. You were so anxious as the elevator was too slow for your liking. Once the doors opened, you briskly walked to your office. 

You released the breath you’d been holding for so long as you saw him, talking to your boss with his back facing at you. You reached out a hand to tap him on his shoulder but he turned around too quick.  

“Oh, you must be Ms. Y/N. It’s a shame Kuroo-san couldn’t make it today, so he sent me instead,” he said as you felt all the life in you drained away.  

In your anticipation, you didn’t even notice the stark difference between the man in front of you and Kuroo. You truly wanted it to be him. You did, but it wasn’t.  

“By the way, he wanted me to give you this,” he handed you a box and you opened it right away.  

It was the collar you gave Mister Midnight. He...He returned it.  

Your head spiraled in disbelief. Your knees felt like melting as you slumped on the nearest chair behind you. Your eyes were filled with triggering tears as you couldn’t help the regret and disappointment to wash over you.    

What if you didn’t run away? What if you had let him explain? What if things didn’t happen this way? 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Your boss asked and you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond and just gave him a look of despair.

"Excuse me. "

You gathered all your strength to stand up, walking out of your office. Everything was caving in on you. It was dizzying and you struggled to walk home. 

He was gone. 

The cat who kept you company in your loneliest days, the man in your dreams who cradled you and kissed you gently when you’re too tired from all the responsibilities and Kuroo who made the silliest joke just to get you laughing amidst the difficulties. 

All gone just like a passing season. 

In your mind played all the memories you had together. If there was a time in your life that you’d go back just to relive again, you would definitely return to the moments you spent with him. You would live that moment, that life all over again, even if it’s just once.  

But things don’t work that way.  

You stopped by the corner where your silly cat first found you. You remembered so well how the streetlamp shed a perfect spotlight on him. Still holding onto the collar he returned to you, your fingers lingered tenderly on the material, recalling all the memories.  

“It’s done.” You instantly shifted your focus. It was the old lady and she was looking at the collar in your hand. “The bond...It’s broken.” 

Uncontrollably, a tear fell down your cheek as you recalled... 

I love you. I’m setting you free. 

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[causenessus]

Hi! Congratulations on your 1K, you really deserve it! I've just seen your post about your event and was thinking of sending something. Could you write ⭐️ with Sakusa where the reader is his roommate and suffer from insomnia ? And could the reader be personality-wise like Sakusa, but the two are already close friends or whatever you want them to be ? This is maybe silly lol, anyway thank you for this event it’s really cool!

can't sleep? | sakusa k.

sakusa x f!reader

written in second person

one word prompt from 1k followers event: ⭐ -> insomnia

"maybe i'll just place my hands over you and close my eyes real tight. there's a light in your eyes and you know <3" from look on down from the bridge by mazzy star

word count: 2.8k words

anon. thank u for this. u have fed all the omi girlies well tonight <3 thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy this fic!!!

notes: lots of fluff <3 THEY ARE STRETCHING!!! JUST STRETCHING TOGETHER i stress this bc i couldn't take myself seriously and even y/n has a moment of "should i ask what we are after this?" but they're just stretching okay. also i frequented this list of stretches and literally followed its order so in case you want to know what stretch they're doing LMAO THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD I'M SORRY 😭 i attempted to proofread this!!! but i'm sorry for any typos </3

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kiyoomi likes his routines. he likes to be home by a certain time, eat dinner at a certain time, make sure the dishes are washed, and then he likes to retire to bed by a certain time. when he decided to find a roommate in order to split costs, he had been slightly worried that his routines would be ruined, but the universe had worked in his favor.

you had been his first option. he hadn’t even tried to send out messages to anyone else "just in case you declined his offer," he had just simply hoped you would say yes. you were quite frankly everything he could hope for as a roommate; he had known from the times you'd hung out throughout your years in high school that you liked things to be clean similar to him, and trying to find a time for you both to meet up throughout college meant he knew that your current schedules would line up nicely.

and luckily you had agreed enthusiastically, excited to move in with one of your closest friends. it eased your mind to know he would also be organized and keep to himself, which was not something you could say if you had moved in with someone like atsumu (would only become a reality if you had no other option) or osamu (you would consider it, after a lot of convincing and compromising).

and kiyoomi had been right. the decision to room had worked out perfectly in nearly every way. you always got home before him and would make your own dinner and take care of your dishes, leaving the place empty and spotless for him by the time he returned. sometimes, you even left notes for him, saying you had leftovers that he was free to eat if he wanted. 

and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you. you were good friends, after all, and one of the few people he found he could always tolerate even when a day had stressed him out. but you both had agreed that you liked having time in the kitchen to yourself rather than two of you trying to be in there at the same time. it wasn’t anything personal; you were both independent people who valued their alone time. and when he saw you around the apartment, he never failed to talk to you, even if it was just a small nod of acknowledgment. you always had a calm and collected kind of demeanor, which he reasoned he liked because it was similar to him, in contrast to the men who had too much energy for their own good that he was surrounded by every day.

your similar attitudes had also led to a lot of shared nights together. sometimes on the nights when you stayed a little bit later at work or school, he would come home and you’d still be eating at the counter, zoned out on your phone, not even noticing him until he placed his bag on the table.

“oh, sorry, omi. welcome back, i can leave–”

“no, you’re fine. stay there,” he’d cut you off.

he’d navigate around the kitchen, gathering what he needed while you continued eating your own meal. sometimes things were peacefully silent between you both as you resumed scrolling on your phone; you were just two roommates in their kitchen, illuminated by the warm light of a hanging lamp overhead. other times you asked him how his day was, and you would both chat while he made his own dinner, and if his day was bad, sometimes you invited him to watch a movie with you.

that was something that had confused him. he always was preparing himself to say no, that he was tired, or that he just wanted to be in bed in an hour, but instead he often found himself agreeing to the proposal. he realized after a bit of thought that it was because he liked being around you. he was willing to amend his routines to include you in them.

a friend had once warned him that he could never really know someone until he lived with them. and he had found that with you, he only liked you more once he started rooming with you. he liked how responsible and respectful you were with everything you did, aware of your surroundings and the space you shared with him. he found that he looked forward to seeing you every day, and when your door was shut, sometimes he felt conflicted. like he wanted to see you, but he didn't have the right to invade your space so instead, he was stuck alone in his own room, with you across the hall.

the only problem between you both (although he hated to call it that) was how late you stayed up. but even then, you tried to be careful about how loud you were, stepping quietly over the aged floorboards and using minimal lighting to navigate your way through the apartment. 

he wasn’t going to call you out for it. it was only a mild inconvenience, and he knew you couldn’t really help it. you had warned him before you moved in that sometimes you got restless at night, unable to sleep no matter how badly you wanted to.

he didn’t mind, he told you, and you had signed the lease. and truthfully, he didn't. but recently, your sleepless nights had become more frequent. for him, he rarely struggled with the problem. he could easily pass out on his bed at any time of the day. but sometimes he would wake up to your footsteps through the thin walls.

part of him worried for you, thinking to himself that this was what, the eighth day in a row he had woken up to you wandering around? while another part of him (a very cranky one) really wanted you to go to bed (for your sake and his own).

he stepped out of his room, blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust to the lighting of the living room lamp that was on. it wasn’t as bright as if you had turned on the overhead lights, but he’d just come from his pitch-black room.

you were curled up on the couch, knees pulled to your chest and biting the side of your thumb, still unable to get rid of how antsy you felt despite getting up from your bed. you looked up at him as he stepped into the room, the light of the screen reflecting against the side of your face, “oh god, omi. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

the moment he sees the bags under your own eyes, any hint of irritation he felt about being woken up immediately fades. “it’s fine,” he says, coming to sit with you on the edge of the couch, “can you not sleep?”

you exhale a long breath through your nose at the question, “no. it’s been bad lately. i can’t fall asleep or i wake up a few hours later just feeling even more tired.”

“so you’re watching tv?” he says, raising his brows and looking at you. you purse your lips, pouting under his gaze, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt.

you give him a small nod, “yeah. i mean, i’m really tired but i can’t sleep so i came out here to watch something.”

“well screens aren’t going to help you fall asleep,” he chides and you sigh.

“i knew you were going to say that. but what else am i supposed to do?” you complain.

“have you tried stretching?” he suggests.

you look at him, brows raised in confusion, “no, why would i do that?”

he rolls his eyes at your sass but it can’t be helped. he really only knows about the benefits of stretching because they’ve been ingrained into his mind from years of volleyball, “it helps relax your body, especially when you're stiff or sore so that you can go to bed. it’s what i do when i can’t sleep.”

“oh,” you reply, playing with a stray string coming out of the couch.

it’s silent for a moment. “are you not gonna do it? are we just gonna sit here in silence?”

you look up at him in embarrassment, “well, i don’t know what stretches to do! you don’t have to stay up with me, omi. you can go back to sleep. i don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.”

he sighs, laying back and sinking into the couch, “i’m not sleeping until you do.”

“well then tell me what i should do,” you say, extending your legs in front of you, placing them firmly onto the ground so you’re sitting up.

he stands and your eyes follow him curiously, unsure of where he’s going. eventually, he’s standing behind you at the back of the couch, and turns your head forward so that you’re looking directly at the wall in front of you. “what are you doing?” you ask, body going rigid.

“i’m just guiding you through some of these stretches, relax,” he answers and feels you calm down, letting him push your head gently towards one shoulder. his hand is on your opposite shoulder, keeping it straight while you feel a stretch in your neck.

“thanks,” you mumble as he repeats the movement for the other side of your neck. he gives you a small “mhm” in response, focused on making sure you’re feeling the stretch without hurting you.

he ends up leading you to the ground, modeling the stretches for you so that you can follow along. he guides you to lay on your side, with one arm extended out in front of you while the other is behind you, and you face each other as you both lay there, arms mimicking a T.

you giggle, unable to control yourself as you stare into his eyes. “what’s so funny?” he chuckles, smiling at the sound of your laughter.

“i just feel so stupid right now,” you answer, shifting slightly in your position. “but this is helping a bit, i think. i’m feeling a little better.”

he hums in acknowledgment of your words, his smile staying on his face before you switch to the other side.

“what’s next?” you ask, sitting up.

“do you know what the cat-cow is?” he asks, brushing off his arms from where they touched the ground. when you look at him, mouth agape, he gives you a defensive look back, unsure of what caused your reaction. “what?” he says, tilting his head slightly.

“omi, i’m not getting on my hands and knees,” you say, embarrassed that you even have to explain yourself, but you’d rather say it than humiliate yourself further on all fours.

“oh my god,” he rolls his eyes, putting a palm to his face, “you’re turning this into something it’s not. i’m not gonna look at you or anything. i’ll even turn away, okay? just do it, it’s good for you. i’m tired of hearing you complain about your back.”

you sigh dejectedly but comply, moving into the position. you can’t deny that you feel less stiff, but you also can’t help but overthink the entire situation. if anyone had told you a year ago that the man you had been crushing on for years was going to ask you to move in with him and months later he’d be on the floor stretching with you because he really wants you to be able to sleep, you would’ve laughed in their face.

but this was reality, and this felt like an intimate moment between you both. you were unsure of what to make of the situation; it had come as a big enough shock that he cared enough about your sleep. but you also shouldn’t have been that surprised. 'he’s just being a good friend,' you try to reason. he asked you to move in because no one in their right mind would want to live under the same roof as atsumu, and you both value a clean, organized house.

but where were you supposed to draw the line between friends and something more?

his careful attentiveness towards you had started to make you think that maybe he saw you as more of a friend as well. you never imagined that he would ever want you to stay in the kitchen with him while he was cooking when it had been a bad day, and you were even more surprised the first time he agreed to watch a movie with you. you considered yourselves good friends but you didn’t expect him to actually want to spend so much time with you on top of everything else he had going on. he never seemed to tire of seeing you around the house; instead, he always made sure to say hi or ask how your day had been.

you wanted to bring it up to him soon, you really did. the feeling was starting to eat away at you, and this night together wasn’t helping in the slightest.

after a few more stretches, you stood up, reaching your arms above you as you yawned. “think you’ll be able to sleep now?” he asks, following you up and dusting off his clothes.

the thought of going back to your stuffy room makes you drop your arms and the content look on your face fades away. you felt tired, but something about your room just felt so unwelcoming. you didn’t want to walk back in there, where the air would feel heavy, your mattress would be too stiff, your pillow too soft, and blanket too scratchy. there was always something that bothered you about your bed every night, and being alone with your thoughts again would prevent you from falling asleep. you’d be stuck tossing and turning in your bed on a bed that never felt clean or comfortable, you could already feel it. 

“what’s wrong?” he steps into your line of sight. you look up at him as a thought crosses your mind, making you immediately look back down at the ground, face turning red.

“um–” you start, and then immediately close your mouth. it was a stupid thought.

but what’s the worst he could do? say no? give you a disgusted look? kick you out into the cold after spending half an hour stretching with you? that last one was a little extreme, but maybe you’d say it and he’d laugh in your face. or gag (being dramatic, again). either way, whatever he said, if it wasn’t a yes, your life would be forever ruined.

“y/n,” he says, and you look back up at him, feeling like you’re about to collapse under the weight of his gaze. but your mouth opens, unable to keep it in.

“i just–” you have to stop to take in a deep breath, the words getting caught in your throat. he keeps looking at you the entire time, waiting to listen to what you have to say. “i don’t want to go back to my own bed,” you blurt, finally spitting it out. “it just doesn’t feel right. i don’t know how to explain it, but i know i won’t be able to sleep alone in my own bed. i’m sorry,” you add an apology on at the end, feeling embarrassed by your own confession.

when he doesn’t respond, you feel even worse. “nevermind, forget i said anything, i’m so sorry. thank you for helping me stretch, i’m going to go to bed now–” you spin on your heel, moving to run away as calmly as you can manage when he catches your wrist. you let out a small exclaim of surprise at the touch as he turns you back around.

“don’t apologize. and don’t lie to me. i want you to sleep,” he says, looking away as he runs a hand through his hair, preparing to say his next few words. “would it–” he shuts his mouth, feeling the anxiety settle in his chest, “would it help to sleep with me?”

neither of you are looking at each other. he’s staring at the wall and you’re looking at the floor, face hot and burning. “if you don’t mind, i think it would,” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear and look back at you, letting out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in.

he’s still holding your wrist, too, he realizes, but he doesn’t let go. he runs a thumb along the side of your arm, grabbing your attention again. he’s looking you in the eyes, and he wants to tell you that he’s not uncomfortable with sleeping in the same bed as you. in fact, it’s quite the opposite, but he’s not sure what you’ll say back, so he settles for a neutral response, instead, “yeah. of course i’m fine with it.”

maybe in the morning, when he wakes up next to you, finds your limbs entangled with his under his sheets, and sees the sunlight peeking through the curtains and onto your skin, he’ll be able to choke out a three-word confession. but for now, he only leads you silently to his room, letting you slip under the covers first before he follows after, holding you close.

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Prompt no. 8 with Taehyung

PAIRING: kim taehyung x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

WARNINGS: prompt’s in bold, smut 18+, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), light nipple play, dirty talk, a lot of pet names. Not proofread.

A/N: thank you for requesting, i hope you like it! Btw i didn’t know how to end it, so the last part is a bit rushed and messy.

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“Are you sure? Once we start I might not be able to stop.”

The question would have been sweet, reassuring even, had your boyfriend’s hand not been touching your chest so lustfully, but Taehyung has always had a way of contradicting his words with his actions. It was intended to show his care for you and how concerned he was that you might not feel comfortable with continuing, but the whole meaning changed when his avid fingers descended from your neck to your tits to pull your nipples deliciously, ripping a moan from you.

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, princess.” Taehyung’s amused smile got you whining and squirming. “Come on, tell me. Are you sure you want this?”

It was laughable how you were so eager to answer his question with a firm yes, without second thoughts or hesitation, only to guide one of his hands down your body seconds after, positioning it right above your soaked cunt. It was desperation coursing your veins, and desire clouding your mind; both things turning you into a conglomeration of incoherent sounds and uncoordinated movements.

“I need you, Tae…” a whisper echoing in his ears, luring him into almost sliding his fingers inside your drenched underwear. “Please!”

You have never been one to beg for the things you fervently wanted, but ever since you met the brown-eyed guy, everything you thought you knew about yourself changed. You were no longer ashamed to beg for anything, whether it was his attention, touch or love. It wasn’t strange for you to be open about the things you wanted and how you wanted them anymore, and most importantly, you knew when it was best to put your whole self in the hands of Kim Taehyung, completely trusting him to take care of you.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, love.” His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. “You want me to touch you here?” Taehyung’s avid fingers were teasing you through your drenched underwear, sliding up and down your folds, smearing your juices all over the soft material of your panties.

You were quick to nod, grinding against Taehyung’s fingers like there was no tomorrow.

“I need to hear you say it, baby. Use your words.” A light smack was delivered to your inner thigh, making you jump in your place.

“Please, touch me here, I need it.” Your hand was still wrapped around his wrist, guiding his movements to ease the burning sensation in between your legs. “Tae…” a whine escaped from your mouth due to how long your boyfriend was taking to please you.

Kim was enjoying your suffering a bit too much. He loved how your body was craving his touch, urgently requiring him to finally give you what you’ve been waiting for.

“That wasn’t so hard to say now, was it?” A deep chuckle echoed through the room, while his fingers moved your panties to the side, inserting one in a swift motion. “There we go, just what you wanted, baby.”

Moans after moans were falling from your lips due to how good Taehyung was making you feel. His lips were quick to make company to his lewd movements in your cunt, having placed his head in between your thighs to have a better look at it.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He placed a soft kiss on your clit, enjoying how your eyes rolled back and your hips thrusted into his face. “All for me. You’re all mine, isn’t that right?”

He wanted to hear you say it; Taehyung thrived on how you openly would say that you were his, that you belonged to him and only him. More than being possessive it was a sort of pride that’d install itself in his chest, knowing that he got such a beautiful and amazing girl like you.

“All yours, just for you.” You answered breathlessly. “Please get closer.”

“Your wish is my command, doll.”

Taehyung didn’t waste another second before taking your panties off to finally attach his lips to your soaking clit. His previously lonely finger was now joined by two more and they were plumping in and out your warm walls, enhancing all the feelings and sensations you were going through. The way his hot tongue was dancing through your folds to gather the majority of your slick, and how his long digits were so close to touching that sweet spot of yours, got you into a babbling and writhing mess.

“So fucking sweet.” Taehyung hummed, licking up and down your folds. His fingers abandoned your entrance, making you complain about the sudden emptiness, however, your cries were quickly answered with his tongue filling you up. “This what you wanted, doll?” His free hand crept up to fondle one of your tits, taking your nipple in between his fingers to play with it.

“Fuck, feels so good.”

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching due to your boyfriend’s ministrations; Taehyung was so wonderfully eating you out, making you almost reach the stars with his avid lips and skillful tongue, not to mention the way he was touching your chest was bringing you near the edge, stealing breathless words from you.

“Keep going like that, don’t stop.” It wasn’t an order but rather a request, since you knew Taehyung wouldn’t be fond of you bossing him around. “I’m getting —fuck, I’m getting close, baby.”

He knew it, your boyfriend knew it so well when you were about to cum. He’s memorized every reaction and movement from your body, the way your thighs would anticipatedly try to wrap themselves around his head, how your back would arch and your fingers would weave through his hair to keep him as close to your cunt as possible. He also knew the face you were making at that right moment, even without looking at you; bottom lip trapped in between your teeth while your eyes were rolled back, completely white.

Looking so pretty.

Taehyung increased the speed of his movements, rapidly fucking you with his tongue, smearing his lips, chin and nose with your juices. He didn’t care that his face would be painted with your essence, it actually was his favorite thing in the world. And so, to show his appreciation and love for you, he finally tipped you over the edge, trying his best to keep you in place while your orgasm conquered your body.

“That’s my girl, make a mess on my face.” Taehyung closed his eyes to enjoy the overwhelming feeling of you cumming on his tongue. It was filthy and dirty to some extent, but he loved to have that sweet taste of you all over his mouth.

“Taehyung.” His name spilled from your lips in a broken moan. Eyes fully shut and mouth slightly open, panting; your body was still recovering from the intense orgasm you just had, while trying to stay in place with your boyfriend’s face still nested in between your legs. “‘S too much, please…” You whined, trying to pull Taehyung away, due to how his lips and tongue were once again on moving you.

Reluctantly, the brown-haired guy broke his grip from you, slowly retrieving to lay down on the mattress, right next to you.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, reaching out to wrap his arm around your waist. “Was I too much?”

You shook your head no, lazily resting your cheek on his warm, bare chest. “I’m all good, just tired.” As if to confirm it, a yawn escaped from your lips, making your eyes flutter shut once again. “I think I’ll take a nap.”

“We need to clean up first, love.” His soothing voice was doing nothing more than luring you into a slumber, but you also knew that he was right. The sticky feeling of your own cum was starting to bother you. “Come on, I’ll start the bath.”

Oh how grateful you were to have a boyfriend like him.

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31. 10. Piercings - Beelzebub + Bael

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“Y/N, are you comfortable? If you want, you can move a bit.”

“Aw, no... They're being so good right now and it would be a shame if this little buddy came out crooked.” Beelzebub chuckles in response to Bael's soothing words, trying to make you feel more at ease as the king of gluttony carefully marks out the spots on your nipple that he'll soon pierce.

“Easy for you to say, asshole... But I'm the one who's about to lose it with how tightly they're squeezing me.” the fake king growls and smooths his hands down your hips as they sit so prettily on his cock like it's the throne of Abyssos.

When Beel appeared in his country all of a sudden on one fall evening, all Bael had for him was a giant pile of paperwork and a very long list of complaints. Instead of humoring him for at least a few minutes, however, the lord of flies strutted right by him without sparing a glance and deeper into the castle to find you, of all the demons.

“Y/N~! I have a surprise for youu~ huhu!” he sings as he follows the sweet smell of your sweat and perfume.

So that's how you find yourself, currently cockwarming Bael as the king himself officially turns you into a rightful citizen of his country. Out of the many choices you'd been able to pick from, you've chosen a nipple piercing since it's a fun secret to have, but it's also easy to hide from all the other, jealous kings if need be.

“Hmm... Here comes the flysting, you better prepare!” he now chuckles as he finally reaches for the piercing needle and lines it up with the first marked out dot.

“You mean a beesting, shi-mmh!” Bael is about to throw another still-angry remark, but is cut off due to your walls clenching onto him for dear life at the small bit of pain as the sharp needle slides through your flesh.

You've never seen Beel act so gently before as right now that he's carefully sliding your new metal jewellery through the new opening. It only hurts a bit now, but you're already prepared for any pain that will come with healing.

A small trickle of blood travels over your chest down, but the king is quick to lick up the trail and planting multiple playful bites far enough from your nipple to not irritate it any further until it's fully healed. You can't help, but feel your walls flutter at every bite and in turn making the fake king grunt in impatience.

“Huhu, you can move now~! Just be careful to not bounce too hard.” Beel teases with a wink and falls to his knees, fully revelling in the smell of your arousal.

“Hah, fuck, about time now..!” Bael scoffs and immediately starts to pick up a rather rushed pace as much as he's able to in the position you're in. The almost sudden change of state from sitting to being knocked upwards by the sheer force of his thrusts makes every sound escape from your lips.

You're so focused on the noble destroying your hole, that you don't even notice the king moving to fully dive between your legs to lick and suck like a starved man. Once you realise what's going on, you let out the loudest moan, you're sure everyone in the palace knows by now.

All the stimulation blurs your vision and your hands seek anything to ground you so you don't loose your mind, although there are worst ways to achieve that for sure. Going to the source of all the intense pressure, your fingers brush against something slippery and hard. Beelzebub's horn.

To return and also feel more connected to reality, your hand wraps around the slick spike and allows the power of Bael's thrusts to guide your hands movement. Beel thanks you for the action with continuous string of moans, vibrating against you, to match your own. And if you were to look down, you'd see his gorgeous green and golden eyes rolling back.

The only seemingly quiet one in the room is Bael, but that's only because your and the king's moans together cover the sound of the fake king's low growls and grunts.

The whole moment is so heated, with the two demons not giving you much free space between them and all the energy put into your actions, that you body can only deal with it by sweating. The smell of it not going amiss by the two Abyssos kings, helping to bring their release closer and closer.

You're not that far off either. At some point Bael leant backwards slightly, bringing you with him, which only causes him to hit deeper inside you and allowing the starved king better access to wetly slurp at your heated flesh.

Beelzebub can sense your release and can't help but chuckle, sending more vibrations to your sensitive parts. The sole action finally allowing you to reach the most intensive orgasm you've ever felt. In the bliss state your body convulses, making your hand and walls tighten around the two best friends.

Soon enough you can feel the king below you coat your hand with his horn cum and his advisor your walls with his dick cum.

As you're all coming down from your highs and catching your breaths, Bael sharply points at his king, not even having pulled out yet, “Don't think you're off the hook... There's still a mountain of papers you've gotta sign!”

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Belphegor with "I like being close to you. You're warm." maybe? It seems like a very Belphie thing to say.

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GN!MC x Belphegor with prompt "I like being close to you. You're warm."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: fingering and penetration (reader receiving), oh yes and a little bit of biting

Even when you had a lot to do, you found it almost impossible to say no to Belphegor when he wanted to take a nap with you. And that was how you found yourself in your bed with Belphie snoozing beside you. You were on your side and he was on his back, his shoulder and arm pressed up against you.

You weren't fully asleep because you were thinking about all of the things you should be doing in that moment. You couldn't help thinking about the pile of homework on your desk or the chores that you still had to take care of.

As though sensing that you were awake still, Belphie rolled over, tucking himself around you and draping an arm over your waist.

"Belphie," you said. You knew he was doing it on purpose. "I have to get up now. I have stuff to do."

"It can wait," Belphie said. The clearness of his voice gave away the fact that he hadn't actually been sleeping, either.

"You're not even sleeping," you said. "You don't need me here."

"I like being close to you," Belphie said. "You're warm."

You sighed in exasperation, ready to attempt to pull yourself out of his arms and out of your bed.

Belphie nuzzled into you, tightening his grip and pressing himself further against your body.

And this action caused you to pause. You didn't pull yourself away as you had been planning to do so that you could go do some homework.

Instead, there was a little throb of desire in your gut when you felt Belphie's erection against your back.

So that's how it was.

You considered your options. You could pull yourself away anyway and get on with the homework you still had to do. Or you could…

The choice was mostly an illusion, a way of making yourself feel like you actually considered getting out of bed at that moment.

You pushed back on Belphie, rubbing against him deliberately.

Belphie chuckled in your ear and kissed the back of your neck. "What was that about having stuff to do, MC?"

"How about this. I'll stay if you make it worth my while," you said, not willing to give in completely just yet.

The arm around your waist was immediately repositioned so that Belphie could put his hand down the waistband of your pants. He leaned forward into you and put his open mouth on your neck, just barely pressing his teeth into your skin.

You tried not to give him the satisfaction of a dramatic reaction, but you couldn't hold in your moan. Not as his fingers traveled up and down between your legs, stimulating everything into a wet heat. Not as you felt his lips on your neck and his cock still hard against you.

You gripped his arm, needing something to hold onto as his fingers continued to send pleasure shooting through your body. You pressed yourself back against him just to move yourself a little, to feel him even closer. Belphie rolled his hips into you in response, his lips moving down your neck.

"Belphie," you said quietly between gasping breaths.

Belphie stopped kissing your neck for a moment. "Hmm? What's the matter, MC?"

You reached behind yourself with the hand that wasn't holding onto Belphie's arm, pressing your hand between your bodies just enough to grasp his cock. You heard Belphie suck in a breath as you stroked it lazily.

Belphie hummed low in his throat as he pressed his face against your back, seemingly overcome by the feeling of your hand on his cock.

"MC," Belphie moaned into your back. The hand in your pants moved out of them to start tugging them down. "Can I…?"

You shifted your hips so that your pants could be pulled partway off. Then you pressed backward into him again, positioning your legs to give him access.

You let go of his cock and mumbled, "Put it in, Belphie…"

You wouldn't need to ask twice.

Belphie slowly pressed his cock inside you, the feeling of him filling you up and making you gasp. The hand of the arm you still held in your grip moved up to squeeze one of your nipples.

And then Belphie was rocking his hips, thrusting slowly into you from behind. His moans were soft rumbly sounds that you could feel vibrating through your back.

It was so sweet and so like him. You were so close together, there was so much heat being generated between you. It wrapped around you the way Belphie's body did as he started to increase his pace. It wasn't fast, just enough to make you squirm.

Every thrust was thorough, making your skin tingle and your blood rush through you, but it wasn't enough.

"Belphie, please," you said, not caring about the desperation in your voice.

Belphie didn't need any additional pleading. He moved his hands to hold your hips, even pressing one between your body and the mattress. And then he increased his pace again, this time getting wild and sloppy. The thrusts became fast and hard until you were crying out at the way his cock pulled the pleasure out of you.

You grasped the sheets, your fingers twisting around the material, nearly pulling them off the bed entirely.

Belphie's lips were back on your neck and this time he was biting down, bringing just a little bit of pain to your pleasure. It was enough to make that sweetness tighten deep in your belly and you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

You cried out incoherently when you came and you felt the heat of Belphie's cum as he climaxed at the same time. The feeling of it filled you with a satisfaction you hadn't been expecting.

The two of you stayed still for a long time while you took in heavy breaths. Belphie backed up a little, giving you some space, but he wrapped his arms around you again, letting them rest against you gently.

"You can go do your homework now, MC," Belphie said, his voice low and a little raspy.

You sighed and twisted around in Belphie's arms so you were facing him. He was smiling at you. It was a lazy, smug sort of smile. You frowned, gripped his face, and kissed him.

This seemed to catch Belphie off guard at first, but it wasn't long before he returned the kiss, his mouth opening for you easily.

When you moved back a little to take a breath, Belphie smirked. "Already hoping for round two?"

You reached down and grasped his cock, which was hard again. "You have no room to talk. Unless you'd like me to go do my homework instead?"

Belphie didn't say anything in response to this, instead pulling you in closer and kissing you again.

1,000 Followers Event | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[palenutbasement]

(all scenes are depicted as platonic)

So every Inktober I try to do something more challenging, and this year I thought I would make a short comic/fanfic. I think I got the idea for this one a year ago but I was already wrapped up with another Inktober. Eventually I solidified the idea by making my own prompt list some time ago.

This comic is split into three parts with 10 days focusing on each of them, 30 in total, everything is compiled here. I wanted to post them after October in case I wanted to change anything.

This first part takes place in the summit.

The comic is basically all improvised, that means no planning for the composition, plot, or sketching any drawings. The most planning I did was write a few scripts ahead of time within the month to save me some time but most of them would be changed last minute anyways.

As for the plot, I won't go too deep into it because I don't want to talk too much, so you'll just find commentary on the making of the comic and stuff.

This first part is a little gimmick-y compared to the next two, with new elements appearing almost every day. It’s because I relied a lot on the prompts (dog, milk, etc.) to keep things happening, eventually I move further away from them.

What is surprising to me is how much the art changes as the days go by especially within the span of one month. I did refine a few things to keep it more consistent but this is nearly indistinguishable from the original drawings.

I should also mention that my favourite aspect of this project was adding references to the game and subtle details (if you can find it all, awesome!!) This may have been done quickly but I like to have those things and put at least a bit of effort into the dialogue.

Part 2

Eventually I figured that drawing the same setting for 30 days straight would drive me insane, hence why this comic is split like it is. I’m glad I did because it makes the story a little more interesting, seeing the characters have different attitudes in different places and whatnot.

This one takes place in the cave directly after pt 1. Admittedly I do better drawing outdoor settings, it's what I'm used to, but the cave wasn't so bad to figure out.

I remember these two days I was streaming drawing the comic to my friends, so I kinda zoned out while we were talking lol

One of the prompts was about napping, so I made Dwarf sleep. I believe I was tired that day too and it was therapeutic to draw and include that. Also they look cute, I think.

18 & 19 have some of my favourite drawings in the comic. The campfire lighting is what we'd get if I had a bit more energy each day, and I like the perspective in the first panel of 19.

I find this last section interesting, because of all the 30 days, it’s the only one in Dwarf’s POV. I felt like it was fitting to do something like that at the time.

Part 3

Since we were approaching Halloween, I wanted to have a special part for it. It’s related to the other two parts but it takes place some time after. I’m really sorry it’s out of season, if it were up to me I would have had this post out earlier (thank my midterms for the delay)

Out of all the other parts this one is my favourite. Maybe because it’s more recent I’m inclined to think that way but it has some of my fave moments that I've written here.

Other than that I don't have much commentary for this part. More thoughts at the end!

I was caught up everyday atp, but I didn’t have much spare time to prepare for the ending (I wrote it the morning of that day). I think this is a decent conclusion though.

I intend on coming back to this story, maybe next year to make a continuation but we'll see what happens. There are definitely things that I want to come back to someday.

Thank you for making it this far btw. It's been an eventful month for me beyond this (Untitled) comic, but there wasn't a single aspect of this that I didn't enjoy doing. It's a silly project and I care about it.

Also, I'm not going to neglect the 31st of October! That day will get an illustration, where I will pick my favourite panel and redraw it. I want to take my time with this one so it's not out yet, but hopefully I can finish by Christmas.

[unactive-shroom]

VALENTINES EVENT ♡

Hey guys! So, as a thank you for being so patient while I was inactive for exams, I've decided to hold a Valentines day event! To request, simply head to my ask box, say what character you want it for and what prompt you want with it.

PLEASE CHECK HERE IN CASE YOUR PROMPT AND CHARACTER HAS ALREADY BEEN REQUESTED: HERE

Normal rules apply! see here for fandom list &lt;3

Examples:

"Hey! Can I get Eren Yeager with prompt #5?"

"Hii, could I get Sally Face with prompt #14?"

"Hello! May I request Hobie Brown with prompt #13? Thanks! "

PROMPTS:

Prompt #1: Love Letters ♡

"Coming home one evening to your empty apartment... It seems your partner has left a neat stack of letters for you on the kitchen counter, tied with a pink ribbon..."

Prompt #2: Jerk ♡

"'What kinda Jerk breaks up with their partner on Valentine's?' It seems your friend has some very vocal opinions on your partner ex. Maybe they could treat you better..."

Prompt #3: Love Language ♡

"What's your partners Love Language? How does it change throughout your relationship?"

Prompt #4: Proposal ♡

"It seems like someone has a very important question to ask... and what better time to do it but on Valentine's night?"

Prompt #5: Jealousy, Jealousy ♡

"After receiving a few anonymous Valentine's, it doesn't seem like your partner's too happy about it..."

Prompt #6: Gifts ♡

"What did your partner get you for Valentine's day? What did you get them?"

Prompt #7: It's a Date. ♡

"Looks like someone's worked up the courage to ask you out for Valentines...!"

Prompt #8: Trouble in Paradise ♡ (Specify Angst/fluff, please!)

"You and your partner spent the day before Valentine's arguing and yelling. Will you make it up before Valentine's is through? Or will this years Valentine be the worst yet..?"

Prompt #9: Meet me at the lakes...♡

"Seems like someone has sent you a valentine! They're asking to meet you... Who could it be?"

Prompt #10: Forgotten ♡ (Specify Angst/fluff, please!)

"Your partner seems to have forgotten all about Valentines... or maybe, just forgotten about you."

Prompt #11: Ready ♡

"Getting ready with your partner to go out for Valentine's! Is your partner used to dressing up? How long does it take to get ready with them?"

Prompt #12: Help from a few friends ♡

"Your partner has planned the best surprise for you! Of course, they needed the help of a few friends though...Let's hope there's no third wheels!"

Prompt #13: Double Date! ♡

"You, your bestfriend, their partner, and your partner, are going out for a double date! Will both of your partners get along? Or will the night end in a dairy queen parking lot, scolding your partner for their behaviour? "

Prompt #14: Hand in marriage ♡

"Valentine's has to be the best day to get married on... right? or is this a spur of the moment, Hollywood-esque marriage? Or, maybe you and your partner simply don't have the time to waste." => aimed alot at aot characters... marrying them before they (or both of you) go to war... :(

I'd also like this event to acknowledge the expansion of fandoms I write for, In particular, I am reopening requests for Attack on Titan, Percy Jackson (From Heroes of Olympus +) and Jujitsu Kaisen, and I will now write for SHADOW AND BONE/SIX OF CROWS, HARRY POTTER*, and SPIDERMAN: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE.

That's all! Hope you enjoy :P And happy Valentine's Day !!

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Seven Deadly Sins pop-up event.

Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am

Prompt: Envy | Word Count: 666 | Rating: M | CW: Talk of Off-Screen Sex, Recreational Weed Use, Period-Typical Objectification of Women | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Off-Screen Gareth/OFCs | Tags: Gareth's on a Hot Streak, None of the Rest of Them Can Understand It, At All

Eddie thinks it's a fluke. A random hot-streak that's gonna end as fast as it started. 

But it doesn't. 

Gareth picks up one, three, then a dozen girls. Nearly every stop they make, Gareth finds a way to get laid. It's honestly getting impressive. For a kid that got no action in high school, he's sure hit his stride once they hit the road. Goddamn.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" Jeff asks, flicking the lighter, flame burning bright, as he holds it up for Eddie to get the joint going. 

"I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. It's a travesty," Goodie says dryly, and Eddie and Jeff both laugh at him.

Gareth's gone, out for the night, or at least well into it, and the three of them are hanging out in the van, because they don't need another angry motel manager whining about the skunky smell upon check-out.

"He's a little twerp, this's unholy," Goodie continues and Eddie leans into Jeff, cackling.

"I wish I had that kind of confidence," Jeff admits, passing the joint back to Eddie. "To get shot down, and just move along to the next one."

"I mean, if you get enough nos you're eventually gonna get a yes," Eddie reassures, "It's just if you're willing to accept all the rejection first."

"Clearly he'll get rejected all day and all night to get some pussy," Goodie snarks.

They all laugh.

When this all started, Eddie gave Gareth the safe sex lecture, loaded him down with condoms, and told him to have fun, but be safe. The last thing they need is…well, anything that could come from not wrapping it up.

Mama Jones would kill Eddie if anything happens to her boy while they're out here. It's his job to keep all of them safe and in line, at least somewhat. 

"How is he even doing it?" Jeff asks.

"Confidence," Eddie answers, "Charisma. Charm."

Gareth has an easy way about him, a swagger and smile that he's learned to work. Eddie watched it evolve. The kid was never told he couldn't do something, so now he thinks he's god's gift to women, and for some reason, the women are believing this.

It's a pretty great trick he's got going, Eddie's not gonna lie. 

"Cockiness," Goodie adds to the list, interrupting Eddie's thoughts.

They all burst out laughing, and are still cackling when there's rhythmic pounding on the side of the van, making them all jump and then laugh louder. Gareth.

Eddie slides open the door to let Gareth climb in. He reeks of perfume and sex, and they all wave their hands around, like the smell of him is stronger than the skunky weed cloud they're sitting in.

"That was fast," Jeff says.

"Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am," Gareth answers. 

"Got your dick wet, so now you're good enough to hang with us," Goodie says dryly.

"Don't be jealous," Gareth says, snagging the joint right from Goodie's fingers. He gets kicked for his trouble, but doesn't seem to mind.

"That was fast," Eddie echoes, "Did you even leave the parking lot?"

"Nope," Gareth says, and passes back to Eddie. 

"Well, I'm sure she enjoyed the quick encore you gave her," Goodie goads.

"I know what I'm doing. She left with no complaints," Gareth answers, but digs in his pocket, "But I did leave with this, though."

Gareth tosses a bra onto the floor of the van. It's pink, and lacey with a tiny bow.

"Classy, kid," Eddie says, while Goodie toes at it with his sneaker.

"Bras are expensive, she's gonna be pissed," Goodie says, and they all turn to look at him.

"How do you know how much a bra costs?" Gareth asks. 

"I know things. I read."

"Yeah, you been reading the lingerie pages of the Sears catalog," Jeff teases, and Goodie flips him off.

Eddie realizes that's probably exactly where Goodie's gotten this info, and he tosses his head back, laughing. 

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: Before there was the internet, there were the models in the Sears catalog. 👙

[obeyme-and-myfics]

Hi!! May I request a continuation of short!MC with the side characters? I love your writing! 💖💖💖

Yes, of course! I took a little break from posting on the internet so that's why it took so long for me to respond. Also thank you! I try to write as well as I can. (●'◡'●) Some side characters are gonna be missing from this cuz I'm not quite comfortable writing for them yet.

I haven't met Raphael, Mephistopheles or Thirteen(I am planning on making their own parts when I do tho!) in anything other than events. So I'd like to apologize in advance because if I remember correctly one of your favs is Mephisto o(TヘTo) (I hope this doesn't sound weird since we've only met briefly on the discord server /gen)

Anyway onto the actual prompt (￣y▽￣)╭

Part 1| Part 2(here)

Prompt: How Obey Me Characters react to a short MC/Y/N

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Luke(/p)

Headcanon List

CW/TWs: Teasing for your height,

Diavolo

I don't think he'd have much of a reaction seeing as most people/demons are a lot shorter than him

This man is easily 7ft I don't think he gives a fuck, everyone is puny to him

He'd definitely say something by accident, something he doesn't think would bother you

He's a himbo and oblivious to this shit

He'd probably say some shit like

"You're quite small for a human" or something like that

Crouches/Bends down to talk to you sometimes

Only when he really feels like it

I swear he's not trying to be rude

He'll pick you up only if you ask

For any reason too, he adores his small human

He respects you and doesn't want to help you like that unless you want him to

If he sees you struggling to grab something he'll get it for you

Gently reminds you that he can help you and you don't need to struggle with these things while he's there

Worries about other demons taking advantage of your small stature and hurting you

So he checks in on your wellbeing more often than he would if you were taller

If he knows you're around, he's making sure he doesn't accidentally run over you

I'm so sorry! to be fair he's probably gotta do that with bitches 5'7 and below

He'd probably enjoy holding/hugging you too

Like you ask for cuddles this man is cradling you in his arm

Maybe even rocking your ass to sleep

Barbatos

Man has nothing to say about your height

Like he couldn't care less about it and has the foresight to not say shit if you're a little insecure

Not that he would even if you weren't

If he sees you struggling to get something off a higher place, he's helping even if you don't ask/don't want him to

That's just kinda how he is

If you request he stop that he will but you need to communicate your wants and needs

If he sees you getting bullied(/lh) for your height and you look distressed he'll give to culprit a bit of a scolding

Depending on how bad it/Who it was it'll be harsher

Of course he'd like for you to defend yourself at least a little bit

When you do he can't help but smile a little to himself.

He likes to serve the ones he cares for so if any difficulties arise due to your height he'd be happy to attend to them

That is to say its only if you ask/he has the time to

He is still the butler of the future ruler of the Devildom after all

Barbatos also wouldn't treat you any different than how he would treat some one of average height or taller

Solomon

He makes the occasional comment about your height to your face

Giggles about it in private on occasion LIKE A BITCH

It's only occasionally that he does this tho

Overall its not that big of a deal to him

He's been alive long enough that he doesn't really care

Will absolutely help you with things your height hinders you from doing

If you're being bullied about your height he'll give you a chance to defend yourself before jumping to your defense

Will pick you up and carry you sometimes just for shits and giggles

Other times he picks you up and carries you away to hang out or aid him in another one of his magical endeavors.

and now we have Nightbringer /j

He's not doing anything to talk to you on your level Slay, king Solomon. Slay

He thinks its mildly entertaining to watch you struggle to grab something off the top shelf/anything out of your reach

He's a bit more careful with you than he normally would be with others

Has offhandedly suggested making something to make you taller if you'd like it

you gonna whoop his ass or should I?

He enjoys watching you stand up for yourself despite your height

It can be intimidating when people who are much taller than you pick on you and he understands that

or maybe you're not intimidated in the slightest and just wanted to unleash a can of whoop ass on some assholes who've been picking on you Period. Slay honestly.

He understands that too, and enjoys watching it go down

He finds it satisfying

Simeon

Won't comment on it most of the time but he does think its really cute

Only makes a comment when he's asking if you need help getting something higher up than you can reach

and its normally something like

"Oh! MC did you need help? It looks like you can't quite reach that."

A bit more careful with you than he would be normally

Though he's gentle by nature most of the time Sadistic Simeon has me in a chokehold fr fr

He won't get down to your level or do anything to demean you

not intentionally anyway

He doesn't say anything about your height for the most part but he will slip up every once in a while

It's nothing bad he just lets it slip he thinks your height is cute

He encourages you to stand up for yourself but has no problem sticking up for you or stealing you away if you're being bullied too much.

Happy to help with anything your height makes difficult when you ask

Other than that he doesn't treat you any differently due to your height

Luke

He's just happy he's not the only short one here.

If you're shorter than him he doesn't comment on it but he is excited to not be the shortest there.

He would make a few comments about it but you just gotta tell him to stop and he will

He doesn't want to make you upset with him

Sweet baby just wants to bond with you over the others making fun of your heights

Doesn't hesitate to yell at anyone making fun of your height and calling you names because of it

Makes sure you're okay afterwards

He's getting made fun of for this though

The brothers would take to calling him your guard dog

He barely gives you a chance to defend yourself but will back up if you defend yourself before he can

He borderline clings to you like a sloth

Comes to you every time he needs to vent about everyone bullying him for his own height

You're his favorite human now

If he's taller than you, he will do his best to help with things you can't reach.

He's happy to help out his friend

[sailorrhansol]

One in the Grave | 00

❀ Pairing: Vampire!Vernon x Dhampir!Reader (f) 

❀ Summary: Immortal problems require immortal solutions, but you never expected the unlikely help from a vampire lord and the destruction that might come with it. 

❀ Word Count: 1,366

❀ Genre: Supernatural, Dystopian,

❀ Type: Unlikely allies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Chapter Warnings: Descriptions of a viral pandemic and global shutdown, depictions of sickness, death and disease, brief mentions of grief and general destruction of the world, mentions of murder and fear, a note that implies suicidal intent, collection of items that are somewhat nonsensical and not necessarily supposed to make sense

❀ A/N: I got the idea for a collection of items that show a little of the world before we dive into it, though a lot of it won't make sense until one reads further. I liked the idea of showing different sides of the event that takes place before this story with the articles, discovered notes and lab sheets, and then at the very end you see some notes to our characters that you'll find in the story later :) IT IS IMPORTANT TO KNOW I'M NOT A SCIENTIST AND SO MUCH OF THIS IS NOT ACCURATE LMAO. I know little about biology or viruses but I did try to look stuff up to be... somewhat believable.

❀ A/N 2: Huge thank you to @daechwitatamic and @eoieopda for beta reading for me and letting me plague them with this unhinged project. I love you both and I really enjoy when we three way smooch in the comments of the doc okay bye

❀ Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

❀ Disclaimer 2: The names and emails in this specific chapter are not real and for the fictional purposes of this story!

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Excerpt from the New York Times

Global Shutdown Imminent as WHO Declares VAHS a Global Pandemic

Thursday, October 1, 2063

…In a historic announcement today, the World Health Organization (WHO) has declared the outbreak of Vampiric Acute Hemorrhagic Syndrome (VAHS) a global pandemic. This declaration has sent shockwaves across the globe, prompting governments and health organizations to initiate unprecedented measures in an attempt to contain the spread of the deadly virus. VAHS, a highly contagious and fatal disease, has been rapidly spreading across multiple continents, causing widespread panic and overwhelming healthcare systems. The WHO has warned that without immediate and decisive action, the virus could result in catastrophic consequences. In response to the WHO's declaration, governments around the world have announced plans for a global shutdown in an effort to curb the spread of VAHS. This shutdown will entail stringent measures aimed at reducing social interactions and limiting the movement of people in order to minimize the risk of transmission. Public gatherings including… 

Excerpts from emails at the Center for Disease Control

From: Jelena Suarez <jelena.suarez@CDC.org> To: Alison.Murphy <alison.murphy@CDC.org> Date: September 1 2063, 2:12 PM Subject: [SECURE] Report 09-01-2063-11 Mailed-by: CDC.org

Alison,

Please find the attached report as requested. Confirm receipt upon review. 

Regards,

Jelena Suarez Lead Biologist, Team 6 Center for Disease Control jelena.suarez@CDC.org

[IMAGE] Previous Report Subject 990 shows signs of degradation in cognitive condition. Lateral views of the brain demonstrate lesions in the frontal lobe. Subject shows signs of hydrophobia and increased hemorrhaging. Internal temperature remains stable at 110 Fahrenheit. Fever continues to degrade.  [IMAGE] Current Report Subject 990 experienced a spike in fever and internal organ failure. Lateral views of the brain demonstrate further decay in the frontal lobe. Subject died at 0200 and reanimated at approximately 0523, showing signs of clinical vampirism unrelated to Renfield’s syndrome.

Excerpts from the journal of Nathalie Wharton

October 20, 2063

… This isn’t like those old-school movies Mom and I used to watch when I was little. These vampires are real, and they don’t sparkle in the sunlight. Tara says that the older ones, the real vampires, don’t go crazy like the new ones do. I say they’re all the same. We’re leaving to go to the cabin tomorrow. Mom is worried that we’ll get stopped at the checkpoint and sent back because we’re technically in a quarantine zone, but Tara said the checkpoint south of the city fell last week.  There’s not much news. We’re the only family on the street now, and Tara’s radio doesn’t always work.  I’ll miss home, but maybe the woods would be nice… 

October 25, 2063

… Tara was right, there was no one at the quarantine fence south of the city. The roads remind me of those zombie movies with abandoned cars on the side, full of stuff people left. Thankfully the National Guard cleared the road on the way up north. No one has driven this way since it looks like.  Dad keeps looking for Carriers but we haven’t seen any. It’s like humans don’t even exist out here anymore. Mom says it's because all of those infected have gone to the big cities where the human population is higher.  She said Memphis collapsed last week, with no radio signal going in or out but the screams can be heard for miles.  It’s hot all the time now. The air outside makes me feel breathless like that one time we went to Florida and it makes me tired. I’m going to miss Tara but the radio said there was a breakthrough on a vaccine.  I’m so tired… 

October 26, 2063

… I had nightmares last night and could barely sleep. It is so hot in the car that it feels like my skin is on fire. Dad is making us ration our water and food. All I want is a cold shower to wash the sweat off and to not be starving. It’s just water. I just want to cool off.  We have two days until we get to the cabin…

October 27, 2063

… I hate this trip. I want to go home. It’s too hot down south and I’m hungry all the fucking time. Mom and Dad look at me like I’m crazy, but I just want to not be hungry. They won’t give me any more food.  I can’t sleep. It’s too hot. I’m too hot. Why is it so hot… 

October 28, 2063

It’s too hot to write. I just want to go home. I’m hungry. I just want more food. 

October 29, 2063

It’s so hot and I hate my fucking parents. They won’t let me eat more. I’m starving. I’m hot. It’s too hot. 

October 30, 2063

I didn’t mean to kill them.

Bloodied note in abandoned warehouse, Columbus, Georgia 

To whoever finds this note, Are humans still alive? I hope they are. If they’re not, I understand. They didn’t tell us that this would happen. They told us that it would be okay. It isn’t okay. It was never okay. They told us to stay inside and wash our hands as if that could ever stop the virus from spreading.  I’m alone now. Mom died in the first wave of the virus. Dad died a few weeks later after Mr. Johnson attacked and tore out his throat. Daniel and I made it to the quarantine center in Albany with his friends from high school, but a week after Atlanta fell the Rabids showed up and tore through the quarantine. Those older vampires - the ones not infected - they didn’t even help us. They just keep fighting each other in the big cities. Daniel died yesterday. He wasn’t even a Carrier. He just starved. I don’t have anything to bury him with, so I’m going to leave him here and hide him the best I can. The vampires won’t bother with dead blood. It’s the Rabids who will eat him but there aren’t so many away from the big cities.  I hope that Daniel forgives me for not giving him a proper grave.  I don’t want to starve like Daniel. I don’t want to keep walking either. My shoes are busted from running when we left the quarantine. I know we passed a canyon on the way here. I thought it might be a nice place to die. I’m going to go right before sunset so I can watch it one last time before I jump. I’m not afraid to-

Crumbled lab sheet in Buenos Aires, Argentina

[ORIGIN]: Bloodline, turned [NAME]: Leanna Cordova [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Lamiae [ORDER]: Carnivora [FAMILY]: Hominidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Vampiris

[ORIGIN]: Natural, birthed [NAME]: Manuel Onzari [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Mammalia [ORDER]: Primate [FAMILY]: Hominidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Dhampiris 

[ORIGIN]: Fever, turned [NAME]: Leandro Trejo [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Lamiae [ORDER]: Carnivora [FAMILY]: Hominidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Rabidus

[ORIGIN]: Unknown, turned [NAME]: Unknown [DOMAIN]: Eukarya [KINGDOM]: Animalia [PHYLUM]: Chordata [CLASS]: Lamiae [ORDER]: Carnivora [FAMILY]: Canidae [GENUS]: Inmortui [SPECIES]: Canis familiaris

Ripped sheet of paper, abandoned home, Yunnan Province, China

Weaknesses:  Sunlight Stakes Holy water Beheading Batrachotoxin* Fire Chest damage  ripping out heart Carrier blood *Temporary paralysis that only affects vamplings and Dhampirs. Older Bloodline vampires seem to have higher resistance to paralysis. 

Unaddressed note smeared in blood, Seungcheol’s Blockhouse, Southwest of Black Harbor, Red Republic 

Find me, motherfucker. You owe me. -GR

Neatly folded note, Vernon’s office, The Tower, Black Harbor, Red Republic

Lord Chwe, Your request for documents regarding the sect of Grim in the Undercity has been denied by Master Archivist Ilsa per security clearance IA-45-KL7. My recommendation is to seek a writ of clearance from your Lord Father or any member of the High Council. Alternatively, I suggest seeking an audience with Lord Hong, who has extensive experience with the Grim that pre-dates the existence of the Undercity.  Yours in loyalty and service, Lead Archivist Jeon

Crumbled note, Chan’s pocket, The Tower, Black Harbor, Red Republic

I need you to steal something from the archives for me. Meet me in the Shadow Grove one minute after midnight.  -V P.S. Don’t bring Mingyu 

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[seidenbros]

It's Written in the Stars

prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist Pairing: Barkeeper!Eddie Munson x Reader (best friends & roommates) Summary: For your birthday, Eddie gives you your own galaxy. A jar filled with fairy lights and origami stars that have messages written on them. At the bottom there is an origami heart where he wrote his feelings for you down, because he doesn't want to ruin the friendship you have with that. He's been in love with you for ages, but never had the courage to say it out loud, especially not since you were always in a relationship, and when you weren't Eddie was just dating someone. It will take you some time to get to the bottom of the jar to find that confession, though, or will ot? Word count: 6985 Warning/Tags: fluff, mutual pining, best friend Eddie, Barkeeper Eddie, petnames (princess, honey etc), bit of sexual tension, idiot boyfriend, AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES, reader gets drunk, Eddie takes care of her (let me know if I missed anything) A/N: I teaed this idea alredy, and it'sfinally here. It's also part of @newlips milestome celebration, so HUGE CONGRATS to you and thank you so, so much for hosting this event. Ever since I stumbled upon it, I couldn't stop thinking of this idea and had to write it down before anything else really. So I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it (cause who doesn't like lovesick Eddie?) 💚 Read on AO3

Living with you was the best and worst thing for Eddie. The best because he got to live with his best friend and had you around most of the time. The worst, because he was so painfully in love with you and still had to see you with someone else. What he wanted most in the world was to see you happy, and as long as you were happy with your boyfriend, he’d accept it. But God forbid, he found out that he wasn’t treating you the way you should be treated. Sure, Eddie was the kind of guy who would worship the hell out of you, but you were already treated like the most precious being as his best friend.

So many times, he’d thought about telling you about his feelings, but he’d chickened out. Or rather told himself that he was just doing what was best for your friendship, because that way he wouldn’t destroy it. After all, you always seemed to be in a relationship when he wasn’t, and the other way around, even though he was always kind of stuck in the dating phase, because his heart already belonged to you. But he tried. Tried to open it up to someone else, but they simply weren’t you.

Of course, he’d talked to Steve about it, not just once, but that wasn’t enough. He had to tell you somehow, and so he came up with an idea. He wrote it down. Sure, he’d already written his feelings down in a song, but that was more… universal. But for your birthday, he’d made something for you. A little jar that had fairy lights in it, so you could turn them on and make your own galaxy. Galaxy? Yes, because it was filled with little origami stars.

Eddie had spent a lot of time on them, and every star had a special message in it. There were jokes or tiny drawings, memories that made him smile and were bound to make you smile as well. He even made you little vouchers that you could cash in whenever you felt like it, either for a movie night, a home cooked meal, a massage… He just wanted you to take out one of those stars whenever you needed a little pick-me-up.

At the bottom of the jar, he’d placed the origami heart, made out of pale rose coloured paper that had a whole love confession written on it. He’d needed to get it out, write it down, so he’d done just that. In his mind, he’d told you about his feelings, he just didn’t know when you were going to read it.

Today was your birthday, and Eddie hadn’t been able to be there last night, because he had to work, and when he’d gotten home around four in the morning, you’d already been fast asleep. Tonight, you’d celebrate your birthday at the bar Eddie worked at. He wouldn’t exactly work, but he’d take care of your drinks, so you’d get them a bit cheaper, since none of the other barkeepers would have to tend to you.

He was nervous when he heard your door open, not sure whether you’d come out alone or with your current boyfriend Miles. You’d spent the evening with him and another couple you were friends with, but apparently, you’d come home alone, much to Eddie’s surprise - but it made him happy, because that meant that he had you to himself at least this morning.

“Good morning, princess, and the happiest of birthdays!” Eddie got up from his chair, revealing the kitchen table behind him, which was filled with pancakes, eggs and bacon. When he opened his arms for you, you all but flung yourself into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him, poking your nose into his chest and taking a deep breath. Eddie always felt like home, always calmed you down, and it was the same right now. He was your anchor when everything else was swirling around you.

“You okay?” he asked carefully, knowing by the way you clung onto him that something was up. By now, he knew you well enough. Instead of answering straight away, you hugged him a little tighter, huffing against his chest.

“Alright, no need to answer, but it’s your birthday.” Eddie smoothed a hand over your head as you slowly pulled back, looking into his eyes. “And that means, I’m gonna turn that frown upside down. Wanna see you happy today!”

That was enough already to make you soften, to make your lips curl up slightly.

“How do you do that?” you eventually say with a laugh, disbelief making you shake your head.

“How do I do what?” A smile pushed Eddie’s lips up, making his eyes crinkle.

“Make me forget what a douchebag my boyfriend is and put a smile on my face.”

“Ah, honey, it’s because I’ve known you long enough.” And because I love you so fucking much it hurts.

“Mhm… thank you.” You squeezed him once more, before you looked at the table. “All that for me?”

“Well, I was hoping you'd share that with me, but if you’re that hungry, I guess, I’ll just have some coffee.” You raised your hand to slap his upper arm, and Eddie being Eddie, tumbles back slightly, immediately covering the spot with his own hand. “Oww! The pain! I really don’t think I can serve you drinks tonight. I’ve only got one working arm.”

“Jesus, you’re a drama king.”

“You know me.” Eddie chuckled, and when you’d sat down at the table, he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head before he sat down as well. He poured you some coffee, then filled your plate with a bit of everything. “Eat up, you’re gonna need it if you wanna celebrate tonight.”

“What, you trying to get me drunk or what?” you asked with a chuckle, before you started eating, a moan leaving your lips at the delicious taste. You didn’t realise that Eddie’s eyes were lingering a little longer on your lips and that he seemed a little flustered, because he quickly answered you.

“Then I wouldn’t give you that much food.” Eddie tilted his head to the side, chuckling to himself. “Just trying to watch out for you so that you’ll have a good evening, love.”

“Mhm…” You knew he meant it, knew that he’d always watch out for you, and it made your heart swell. Eddie was the one person you trusted with everything, trusted the most out of all the people you knew - even more than Miles. And that was one of the reasons you’d had that argument the night before.

“We’re one person less tonight anyway.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna see Miles there.” You avoided eye-contact, concentrated on your food instead.

“Alright.” Oh, Eddie was dying to ask what had happened, what that idiot had done this time, but he bit his tongue instead. It was up to you whether you wanted to tell him or not.

“Yeah he made a huge fuss about something yesterday and there was a lot of yelling and…” You shrugged your shoulders not wanting to think about it anymore. Yes, he’d frightened you a little bit, but you knew that he’d never lay a hand on you. But the loud yelling wasn’t exactly something you  were good with. “So I told him to stay away today.”

“It’s your birthday, and you choose how to celebrate it. So we won’t see him tonight.” Eddie gave you a smile, tried his hardest not to show how happy he was about this, because it meant that he didn’t have to see Miles sucking on your throat again half the evening or anything like that.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile before your fingers traced over the glass jar next to your plate. “What’s that?”

“Your present!”

“Really? It looks amazing!” Ever so gently, you picked up the jar and turned it around in your hands, making Eddie’s heart skip a beat.

“It’s not just something to look at, though,” Eddie said with a twinkle in his eye, leaning back to cross his arms over his chest. “All of them have a little note in them.”

“What?” Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at that and you quickly undid the lid of the jar and pulled one of the stars out to carefully unfold it. “All of them? That was a lot of work, Eddie!”

“Yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders. You were definitely worth it in his eyes. “It’s just something for… whenever you need something to lift your spirits, you know? When you’re having a bad day, you can take one of these stars out of there and read that note. Wish upon a star and everything.”

“Don’t let anyone dim your light. You’re the brightest star in your own galaxy.” You pressed your lips together, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“Hey! No crying! It’s your birthday after all!”

“Okay, okay,” you mumbled, taking a deep breath before you quickly stood up and wrapped your arms around Eddie’s shoulders, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“Anything for you!” And he meant it. He would move heaven and hell for you. “And now eat up, you got a long day ahead of you.

“Harrington! Come over here and help me!” Eddie called over to his other best friend, while you were lost in conversation with Robin. You looked so happy, so relaxed, that Eddie was relieved. There was so far no sign of Miles and that made you a lot calmer. By now, you were on your third drink, and everyone was enjoying this evening. No bad conversations, just friends enjoying their drinks, the music, dancing here and there.

“Where’s her idiot boyfriend?” Steve asked, taking one of the trays with drinks from Eddie.

“They had an argument yesterday so she told him to stay away.”

“Your chance then!” Steve meant well, because he knew that the two of you would make the best couple, but he also knew that Eddie was unbelievably shy when it came to telling you about his feelings. Hence the idea with the jar, because he’d never know when you’d read it or if you would read it at all - and he didn’t really have a way of pulling out of it, since the jar was yours now.

“Steve, she didn’t dump him, so…” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, taking the other tray. “They’ve been there before.” No, he really didn’t want to get his hopes up. And even if you separated from Miles, that didn’t mean that Eddie would suddenly tell you about his feelings. You were still his best friend after all, and more than anything, he didn’t want to lose you.

“Yeah I know.”

As the two of them put the trays down on the table where the whole group was sitting, Eddie saw you tense up and followed your line of sight.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled as he saw Miles stalk over to your table, the look on his face telling everyone that he wasn’t exactly happy. But before he could get to you, Eddie stepped up to him, holding up his hand. “Miles, this is not a good idea. She doesn’t want to see you here.”

“That’s none of your business, Munson. I’m her boyfriend, and I want to talk to her!” Miles looked past him towards you, but then quickly focused on Eddie again.

Miles was about Eddie’s height, but he had broader shoulders, looked a bit more intimidating than Eddie did even with his tattoos. But Eddie would never back down when it was about you. Now, he wasn’t exactly someone who went looking for a fight, and if anything was going to happen, he knew that Steve would get him out of there and knock Miles out. After all, he’d started playing hockey a few years back and definitely knew how to fight. Still, that wasn’t what Eddie wanted to happen tonight, he just wanted Miles to leave so you could enjoy the rest of the evening.

“And I’m her best friend, so I’m looking out for her.”

“Best friend my ass. I know what you want, Munson so back off!” He took a step more towards Eddie, going toe to toe with him, and that prompted you to get up.

“It’s alright, Eddie.” You pushed your body between the two of them so they both had to take a step back. “I’ll handle that.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie studied your face, concern written all over his own, because he didn’t want you to have to deal with that, maybe even ruin the evening for you.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

You gave Eddie a smile before you turned around and pretty much pushed Miles out of the bar ahead of you. Eddie took a deep breath, watching you leave. This evening was supposed to be about you, that you were enjoying yourself and then MIles managed to make it about himself. At least that was Eddie’s opinion as he sat back down. Maybe, because he didn’t really like Miles for obvious reasons.

“You look like you need a drink,” Steve said with a sympathetic smile and pushed one of the cocktails over to Eddie.

“No thanks, I’ll stick to water.” As much as he wanted to drink right now to calm his nerves, he’d stay sober. A promise was a promise, and even though you’d told him that he could drink, that you’d find the way home together either way, he’d promised to take care of you tonight. That he’d take care of the drinks, and that wouldn’t work if he started drinking himself. Because if he started now, he’d drown his worries and feelings in alcohol.

“I’d rather have a cigarette now,” he added with a sigh, knowing that he couldn’t go outside now, because Miles and you were there. So, instead he tried to listen to the conversations around him, his left leg bouncing up and down, his eyes darting to the door again and again, until he felt a hand on his thigh.

“She’ll be alright. You know she’s tough.” Robin gave his thigh a squeeze before she straightened again.

“Yeah I know…” Eddie rubbed both hands over his face, taking a deep breath. “Just want her to have a good birthday.”

“Yeah I know. And Miles really doesn’t add to that.” Robin rolled her eyes, because she’d never been a fan of him. She just didn’t know what you saw in a guy like him when you had someone as loving and caring like Eddie right in front of you. One evening when the two of you and Nancy had had a lot of wine while watching movies, you’d told them that you’d always had a thing for Eddie, but you were apparently destined to be best friends. Wrong timing and all that.

“No, apparently not.” Eddie heaved a sigh, because he didn’t want to say too much. And he didn’t have to, because the next moment he looked up at the door, you came storming back inside. Immediately, Eddie stood up only to have you in his arms a second later, your face pressed against his chest. He felt the tears sink into his Dio shirt, the one you’d given him years ago, felt your body shake slightly. This wasn’t good, not at all, and he hated seeing you like this.

“We’ll be right back,” he mouthed to Steve over your head, before he managed to manoeuvre you into one of the backrooms. Carefully, he sat you down on the couch and crouched down in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, putting his hands on your thighs, his thumbs drawing circles into the skin exposed on your knees.

“Yeah, I…” you sniffled, lifting your hands to brush the tears away. “He’s an asshole.” A deep breath, before you shook your head. “A fucking moron really.”

“Yet… he made you cry.” It was just a fact that he stated, a fact he hated, because he didn’t want to see you cry, especially not because of Miles.

“Yeah.” Ever so slowly, you lifted your head to look at Eddie again. “Because he said stuff about you.” You quickly shook your head again, getting up from the couch. “I don’t wanna think about it anymore.”

Eddie followed you, straightening as well, his eyes on you all the time. What the hell had Miles said that had made you cry? Because of him?

“So I dumped him.”

Eddie froze. That was the last thing he’d expected at all, and he shouldn’t be happy, but his heart still did a little tumble upon the news.

“Shit, y/n… I’m sorry.” Not really, because he’d never liked Miles, but he still wanted you to be happy.

“Don’t be,” you said with a sigh, stepping up to the mirror on the wall to look at yourself and clean the streaks of mascara from your cheeks. “Miles never really… satisfied me, you know? Not a big loss.”

“Oh okay.” Eddie nodded, trying to follow your thoughts and when he finally did, his eyes widened. “Ohhh! Shit now I’m sorry you spent so much time with him. A vibrator might have made a better boyfriend then.”

You laughed, and it was the best sound Eddie had heard all day. It warmed his heart, because he’d wanted to lift your mood with his comment - even though he was half serious.

“Thank you, really, Eddie.” You stepped up to him again to give him a hug. “Do I look presentable?”

“You always look fucking gorgeous!”

“Ahh, now you’re just flattering me!”

He wasn’t, but you didn’t know. To him, you’d always be the most beautiful woman in the room, but he couldn’t tell you that right now. Not when you’d just dumped your boyfriend.

“God, I need a drink. Or a couple.”

“Drink all you want. I already told you, I’ll take care of you and make sure you get home safely.”

“Yeah… Guess I really need that now.”

Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you back to the table. He took care that you always had drinks at your table, and in turn he was rewarded with your warm laugh, with a smile on your lips, and even with your singing after you’d had a couple more drinks. Especially after Miles’ appearance, he was glad that you were still able to enjoy this evening - maybe even a bit too much, because when everyone went home, you were hardly able to stand on your own two feet.

Your purse was slung over Eddie’s shoulder, and he had the other arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you upright. He’d actually wanted to carry you home, but you hadn’t allowed him to do that, telling him that you were too heavy for that. Bullshit in his opinion, because he was stronger than he looked, but he didn’t want to start a discussion with a drunk birthday girl. Well technically it wasn’t your birthday anymore, but none of you cared.

Eddie managed to bring you up the stairs without any injuries. While he unlocked the door, you were trying to take off your shoes, but failed miserably, because you couldn’t stand on one foot without toppling over.

“Just… wait a second, I’ll help you.” Eddie heaved a sigh, slowly guiding you inside and locking the door from the inside. He walked you over to the living room to sit you down on the sofa.

“So… so sorry Eds… just… ugh!” you mumbled, closing your eyes against the light that Eddie had just turned on.

“Hey, you don’t have to apologise. I told you to let loose tonight and that I’d take care of you.”

“I knooooow… still!” You leaned back on the sofa, head falling against the headrest, your eyes still closed. Eddie quickly walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. He handed it to you before he crouched down to take off your shoes.

“Did you have fun, princess?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, a smile spreading on your lips. Slowly, you lifted your head again and leaned forward. Your right hand found its place on Eddie’s cheek, and he stiffened a little, leaning into your touch, because it felt so good. But he knew that it was a fleeting moment, that it would be over any moment, because this was just happening because you were drunk.

“Ready to go to bed?”

“Ya know…” you started, squinting at him as your thumb brushed over his bottom lip. “I’ve to tell you some… something.” You leaned forward a bit more. “Dumped Milo-”

“Miles,” Eddie corrected, not able to suppress a smile, because you were absolutely adorable right now.

“Yeah… that one! I dumped his ass… ‘Cause I’m in lov-” your words were cut off when you nearly fell off the sofa and spilled the water over Eddie. He reacted quickly, catching you mid fall to steady you, the glass abandoned on the floor. He hadn’t even completely realised what you’d just said, because he was too concerned about your well-being.

“Feeling better now?” he quietly asked, and when you nodded, he slowly got up, helped you up as well and led you to the bathroom, so you could wash your face and brush your teeth.

While you were busy at the sink, Eddie made quick work of his shoes, shirt and jeans and just put all of that in the bathtub, so he could put that in the washing the next morning.

“Your clothes!” You pointed at his naked chest and looked up at him.

“Yeah, I had to take them off, because they’re wet.” “‘M sorry!”

“No, no, it’s okay, love! It’s just water.” He took your hand in his to reassure you, but then let go again. “Come on, sit down.” As careful as possible, he sat you down on the toilet lid and grabbed your favourite brush. In silence, he started brushing your hair, careful not to rip too many hairs out of hurt you in any way.

“You’re so sweet to me.” Your words were whispered, your eyes nearly completely shut, because sleep was threatening to pull you in. “You don’t have… have to…”

“Shh, it’s okay, alright? I told you, I’d take care of you and I am. Just let me do this and then I’ll get you to bed, alright?”

You gave the faintest nod, but it was enough for Eddie to keep going. When he was done with your hair, he took off your makeup, then put your night cream on your face, before he took your hand in his again to lead you towards your bedroom.

“Can you stand for a moment?” he asked you again, just to make sure that you were okay, and you nodded. Carefully, his fingers traced down your back to the zipper of your skirt and he slowly pulled it down. “That okay?”

“Mhm…” Right now, you just wanted to sleep, but taking off your clothes first was a good idea. You didn’t really care anymore, but you knew you were safe in Eddie’s hands, so you let him help you.

Eddie stepped around you so that you could hold onto his shoulders while he pulled down your skirt and helped you step out of it.

“Lift your arms for me please.” After you did that, Eddie gripped the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it up over your head, trying not to concentrate on the way your soft skin felt against his knuckles. Or the way your breasts pushed up because of your raised arms. Or the way the black lace left little to the imagination, because it was partly see-through. No, it wasn’t appropriate to stare or even think about you like that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Alright, time to get some sleep.” You were too drunk to pick up on the rasp in his voice, his teeth that bore into his bottom lip. Nothing of that registered for you as you turned around and pretty much flopped down on your bed, just reaching out one hand to pull the covers up over your body.

“Thanks, Eds,” you managed to mumble before you drifted off to sleep. Eddie stood there for a moment longer and just watched you, a sigh leaving his lips.

“Good night, princess.”

You woke up the next morning or rather midday with a groan. The pounding in your head only became worse when you sat up. Looking down your body you realised that you were only wearing your underwear. A really sexy set that you loved but you tried to remember when you took your clothes off, wracked your brain for that memory. And then it hit you.

“Oh fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, rubbing both hands over your face and through your hair. Eddie. Eddie had taken care of you, had even helped you wash your face and take off your clothes - all that after you’d spilled water over him. This realisation mortified you even more than the fact that he’d seen you in your see-through underwear.

He was such a good friend that he’d never do anything you didn’t want. And that was the problem, he was a friend and nothing more, when your heart and body were aching for more. You’d blurted out that you were in love with Eddie last night, hadn’t you? You were pretty sure you had, but you couldn’t be sure. It was all such a blur. 

Slowly, you got up and quickly grabbed one of your oversized sweaters and a pair of leggings to pull them on before you headed to the kitchen. The smell of coffee tickled in your nose and made you quicken your pace only to find Eddie sitting at the kitchen table. At your spot, there was already a cup of coffee and two pills for your headache.

“Good morning,” he said with a smile as he looked up from the book he was reading. He had the day off today as well, but Steve was going to pick him up any minute now. “How’re you feeling?”

“My head is killing me, but I guess this will help.” You sat down opposite him and washed the pills down with some coffee.

“Oh, they will. You should just get something to eat, take a long hot bath and then watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah I will.” Nodding your head wasn’t such a good idea, because you regretted that straight away. “Look about what I said yesterday…” Better get it over now than wait till Eddie asked you about it.

“What do you mean?” Eddie squinted at you as he closed the book. “You were drunk, honey, you only told me that I was sweet for taking care of you or something.”

“Really?” You scrunched up your nose, trying to remember exactly what you’d said and when you realised that you hadn’t finished your love confession because you’d spilled water on him you were suddenly mortified, not sure if that had been better than blurting out that you were in love with him. “Oh God and then I…” You hid your face in your hands, groaning at the memory.

“It’s okay, really.” Eddie chuckled, getting up from his chair. Carefully, he pried your hand away to reveal your face to him. “I’m just glad you enjoyed your evening after everything.”

“I did!” It was the truth, even though you could have done without the throwing up part.

“That’s Steve,” Eddie said when the doorbell rang, taking his hands off your and heading towards the door. “I’ll see you later. Get some rest!”

“Yeah…” You would try that at least, but you’d also think about the previous night again and again.

Two weeks passed and everything was going well. To be honest, you hadn’t missed Miles at all. Sure, some nights you were longing for some company, but just the thought of Miles being there made you shiver. There was someone else whose company you wanted. Someone else whose strong hands you wanted to feel on your back holding you close, whose curls you wanted to tickle your cheeks as he leaned over you to kiss you.

Ever since the night of your birthday, those feelings were more present than ever before. For once, you were single and Eddie wasn’t actively dating anyone as far as you knew, but still, it wasn’t that simple. What were you supposed to do, just walk up to him and tell him how you felt? Thinking back to that night, you were still mortified that you’d nearly blurted it out.

“You happy now? Have you finally fucked your so-called best friend?”

You froze when you heard Miles' voice behind you. You’d just bought a couple of groceries, had left the house just for that, and you had to meet him.

“He’s not my so-called best friend. Eddie is my best friend. Something you never understood.” You turned around to look at him, fire in your eyes, because he was aggravating you so much.

“Yeah sure,” Miles scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

“What is your problem, Miles?”

“He is. If it weren’t for him, we’d still be together!”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” You turned around again to keep walking, not wanting to indulge in this conversation, but Miles grabbed a hold of your wrist, stopping you in your movements.

“He won’t be able to satisfy you the way I did, baby!”

“You never satisfied me, now let me go!” You turned towards him only to glare at him. “And you’ll never satisfy anyone until you learn what and where the clitoris is!” You spat the words at him, leaving him completely stunned. Your chance to walk home, your steps getting quicker and quicker. Your heart was still beating rapidly in your chest when you closed the door behind you.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself and put the bag down in the kitchen and took off your shoes. Quick steps led you to your room, because you needed one of the stars Eddie had made for you. Something to ground you, lift your mood, because they’d managed to do that every day since you’d gotten that little gift from him. It was such a sweet gift, something so thoughtful, whereas Miles had gotten you some red roses, when you didn’t even like roses.

You practically kicked the door open, because you were still so aggravated that it hit the wall and the shelf behind it. The shelf that held the jar Eddie had given you. It happened faster than you were able to react, and it toppled over the edge of the shelf, hitting the floor and shattering into tiny pieces.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath, immediately walking over and bending down to inspect the damage, but there really was no saving the jar anymore, but you could at least pick up the stars and save them, because you wanted to keep them. When you crouched down to pick some of them up, you managed to cut your hand on one of the glass shards.

“Of course,” you mumbled to yourself, quickly reaching for an abandoned shirt to wrap that around your hand to stop the bleeding. Just before you wanted to stand up again to go to the bathroom, your eyes landed on a bigger piece of paper among the stars. When you pushed the stars aside to pick it up, you realised that it was an origami heart, a pale rose coloured paper that made you smile immediately. Eddie had put that in the jar as well, and now, you were curious what this one said.

Carefully, and as best as you could with one injured hand, you unfolded the paper and started reading, but your eyes already teared up at the first couple of words.

My dearest y/n…

I don’t even know how to start this, because I’ve been carrying it with me for so long, but I feel like my heart will burst if I don’t get the words out to you. Sure, this might seem like the easy way, and maybe it is, but I just don’t want to lose you. I’ve been in love with you for so long, have seen you with other guys, always hoping that they would make you happy, when in reality, I longed to be them, to be the man by your side, the one to make you smile, the one to hold you at night and fall asleep with my nose in your hair. To wake up with you on top of me, because you toss and turn in your sleep. All the love songs I’ve written since I’ve known you were about you. About the way your eyes light up when you see something that makes you happy. About the way you try to hide your tears when we watch a sad movie and tell me that you are not crying. About the way the sun catches in your hair when you do a little twirl out of happiness. About the way your nose crinkles when you’re deep in thought. It’s the little things that always stick with me, the little things I miss the most. I’ve always wanted you to be happy, secretly hoping that you’d be happiest with me. But just being a part of your life, to be your best friend, is something that I do not want to miss, and that’s why I never told you. But I am doing that now. I love you. And not just like a friend. I love you from the bottom of my heart and you make me so happy every single day. And that’s why I want to see you happy, no matter who is by your side.

Yours, always, Eddie

When Eddie came home and walked into the kitchen, he was confused to find your bag filled with groceries abandoned on a chair. He called out to you, but didn’t get an answer. After taking off his shoes and jacket, he walked to your room to check if you were there, but when he found you, his alarm bells went off.

“Shit! Are you okay?” His eyes scanned the floor, and he saw the broken jar, the shards of glass lying around. Then, his eyes landed on the fabric wrapped around your hand, already stained with your blood. “Y/N?”

When you turned your head towards Eddie, he could see the tears brimming in your eyes. You hadn’t even heard him come in because you were so lost in the words he’d written down.

“Come on, it’s not that bad, let me just… clear that wound, okay?” Carefully, Eddie took your injured hand in his, not realising that you were holding his love confession in the other hand, because he was too concerned with the blood he was seeing.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he nearly whispered as he guided you out of your room and into the bathroom, where he carefully unwrapped your hand and tossed the shirt aside.

“That’s gonna sting a little bit, okay?” Eddie was under the impression that you were in some sort of shock because of the injury, but that was definitely not the case. It was more what you’d discovered, but so far, Eddie still hadn’t picked up on that.

“Mhm,” you answered him, wincing slightly when he poured some warm water over your hand to clean the wound.

“Doesn’t look that bad,” Eddie said with a smile, looking up at you for a moment, before he took a clean towel to put that on your hand and pressed it against the cut slightly. Meanwhile, he reached with his other hand into the cupboard to take out a bandaid.

“You’ve been a really good patient, and I’m happy to tell you that you won’t need stitches.” Eddie took the towel off your hand again, before he softly placed the bandaid on the cut. “Kisses help as well, you know?” With a smile on his lips, he lifted your hand to kiss your palm, right above the bandaid. The gesture made you shiver.

“What if my lips hurt as well?” You spoke the words before you could think better of it. “You gonna  kiss them as well?”

“What?” Eddie looked at you, eyes wide with surprise. You’d obviously flustered him with that, but he wasn’t pulling back. You eyes scanned his face, the wide-blown pupils, the parted lips, the way his breathing increased, and his hand held yours a little tighter. “Did you lose too much blood? You feel light-headed?”

Eddie couldn’t believe what you’d just said, it was ridiculous. Had he even heard you correctly? Of course, he knew that you hadn’t lost that much blood, but right now, it seemed like the only logical thing in the world to him.

“I’m fine Eddie… never been better actually, because of this.”

You held up the piece of paper and when Eddie saw what it was, recognised his own handwriting, all the colour drained from his face. God, he really wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He’d thought he’d have a lot more time before you found this.

“Did you mean all of that?” You had to make sure, had to know if he really meant it or had intended it for someone else, even if your name was at the top.

“I-” Eddie started, raising his hands to run both of them through his hair, his tongue darting out to wet his lips that suddenly felt way too fucking dry. “Yes.”

A simple question, a simple answer. What Eddie didn’t expect, though, were your lips on his. Your lips crashed together, and it wasn’t at all enjoyable for either of you, so you quickly pulled back again, absolutely horrified about what had just happened.

“I’m… fuck sorry, Eddie,” you started babbling, shaking your head, while you took a step back. “I’ve just… God, I’ve been carrying that around with me and haven’t said a word, because I didn’t think you’d feel the same way and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down!” Eddie placed both hands on your upper arms, heart racing in his chest. Had he heard you correctly? “You… feel the same way?”

“YES! And I’d thought that I had blurted that out to you on my birthday, before I…” You motioned with your hands to make him realise what you were talking about, because you didn’t want to say that out loud again. The memory was still embarrassing.

After a moment, Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, that… but you didn’t. I didn’t hear it at least.” He lifted one hand from your arm to put his pointer finger beneath your chin and lift your head so you had to look at him.

“I love you, Eddie. I’ve been in love with you for so long!” You blurted the words out faster than you could think, your heart beating so fast and hard that you were sure Eddie could hear it.

“And I love you, y/n… Can’t even remember a time when I didn’t.” It felt like a weight had been lifted off him, now that he’d finally said the words to you, now that you knew how he felt. All that was made infinitely better by the fact that you were feeling the same way.

“Now, how about we try that again, hm?” Eddie whispered, his fingers caressing your cheek, cupping it so he could tilt your head a bit to his liking, before his lips softly pressed against yours.

You felt that kiss everywhere, from your lips down to the tips of your toes, your fingertips started tingling as you dug them into his shirt for a moment. Eddie fingers moved from your cheek to your neck, the other arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. Close wasn’t close enough right now. Your own hands moved up his chest, delved into his locks, and when you tugged slightly on them, Eddie moaned into your mouth.

“Now, that was much better,” he mumbled against your lips, chuckling slightly, as he wrapped both arms around your. Eddie leaned his head against yours, taking a deep breath, as he cherished the moment.

“How long?” you quietly asked, making him open his eyes again and pull back slightly so that he could look at you. You twisted one of his curls around your finger, the other hand slowly stroking over his cheek and down to his chest again.

“Way too long.” Eddie shook his head with a sigh. “I just didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

“Mhm… So, we could have had that years ago?”

“Pretty much.”

“Mhm.” You nodded your head, thought for a moment, before you looked up at him again. “Guess we’ve got a lot of time to make up for then.”

With a smile on your lips, you kissed him again, pressing your body against his, but you had to pull back when you moved your hand wrong and realised how much the cut actually hurt.

“Yeah, we do. But for now, I think we could just cuddle up on the sofa, hm? Watch a movie and keep doing some more of this stuff in between.” Eddie stole another kiss from your lips, grinning to himself. “How’s that sound?”

“Perfect!”

And it was. It was the perfect start to a new chapter for both of you. Your galaxy in the jar might have been destroyed, but with Eddie, you were making your own galaxy, and you both were right at the centre of it, having orbited around each other for so long, but now, you’d finally collided and were shining brighter than ever together.

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hello lovely!! i hope you are having a wonderful day. i was hoping for your 600 follower celebration if i could request prompt 17 from the part 1 list with james potter? where james is character B and has had feelings for the reader for a while? reader has always had some level of feelings for james but always repressed them and then the event happens and a lot of repressed feelings come to the surface with smut?

Hi beautiful💜 Thank you so much for participating! I really enjoyed working on this request even though I had a bit of a writer's block in the middle of it and I struggled with the ending a little :( I'm sorry if it's not as smutty as you wanted :( but I hope you like it!!

More Than Friends || James Potter x Reader

Summary: Looking to get back at your ex-boyfriend, you ask James to help you make him jealous. You thought he was the best choice for the job since he was your best friend —what could go wrong? However, things get out of control and old feelings come to the surface.

Warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, make out session, love confessions, fluff, implied smut

English is not my first language

Word count: 3400

You couldn't believe Mason had the audacity to do what he was doing. You guys had only been broken up for a few weeks and he was already walking the halls of Hogwarts with his new girlfriend by his side. You hated him. You hated him for moving on so fast. You hated him for the way he ignored you and acted like you never mattered to him, like you never existed. You hated him for replacing you with her so fast, taking her everywhere you used to go. You hated him for walking past you holding her, making you feel like you were worthless. His apathy made you feel like an idiot for being sad. Apparently you had been the only one who felt anything in that relationship, the only one who cared about the other.

"We can take care of him for you," James' voice next to you snapped you out of your thoughts, reluctantly looking away from your ex-boyfriend to look at your friends. "Just say the word and we'll make his life a living hell, right guys?" The rest of the marauders nodded enthusiastically, eagerly awaiting your approval so they could get revenge on the bastard who had hurt their friend. Sometimes you thought they wanted revenge more than you did.

It was sweet that they cared so much about you, but you didn't want any more trouble, and you knew that if you gave them permission to take care of the situation that would be all you'd end up getting. "Nah, it's fine. He is not worth your time" you said, even though part of you really wanted to see your ex-boyfriend suffer at the hands of your friends. But you didn't want to stoop down to his level, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that his indifference affected you, so you swallowed all your emotions and hid them under an expression of disdain.

However, by the time the weekend came around you were tired of being the bigger person. You wanted Mason to feel at least a quarter of what you felt watching him walk around the school with another girl as if you didn't exist. You wanted to provoke some reaction in him that would show you that you had meant something to him too, that you had been more than a pastime. You just didn't know how to do it, he seemed to have forgotten about your existence completely.

Then a crazy idea popped into your head. It was risky and a little silly, but at that moment you didn't care. All you wanted was to get back at your ex-boyfriend and there was nothing you weren't willing to do to get it. 

"I need your help to get back at Mason," was the first thing you said to James when you opened his bedroom door without even knocking first —there was no time for formalities.

"I thought you'd never ask!" he said with a smile. He always thought Mason was a jerk who didn't deserve you and the only reason he hadn't let him know that yet was because you wouldn't let him. "Let's go find the guys so we can start planning." 

James got up from his spot on the bed, but you motioned for him to sit back down, settling in next to him. "I only need you for what I have in mind."

"And what is it that you have in mind?" he asked both curious and confused.

"I-I want to make him jealous," you muttered nervously. You were about to ask too much of your best friend and you didn't quite know how to put it into words so as not to sound like a complete nut job. "I thought you could help me with that."

"How so?" James was intrigued, but part of him was sad. If you wanted to make Mason jealous it meant you still had feelings for him. You wanted his attention back and that crushed James' hopes completely. He was planning to confess how he really felt about you one of these days, but now he would have to keep his big secret to himself once again. 

"So... you know there's this party tomorrow, right?" you said trying to find the right words to explain your plan. James nodded slightly, noticing the way your fingers fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt. "I thought we could go together and... umm... and act like we were into each other to make him jealous, you know."

It took James a few seconds to process your words. He was honestly surprised at your idea and he wondered how desperate you were to get Mason's attention. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" 

He couldn't help but ask you that question. His brain and heart were involved in an interesting debate about it and he needed to know your perspective before reaching a verdict. His brain was convinced it was a terrible idea that would only lead to confusion and awkward moments. The voice of reason in his head was screaming at him to refuse your request, to not let himself be persuaded by your sweet smile and tell you to find someone else to help you —he was pretty sure Sirius would have no problem with that.

But his heart that was stupidly and completely in love with you kept telling him to take advantage of the situation. Holding you close and kissing you for one night was better than never doing it, even if it was all an act to get another guy to pay attention to you. Maybe that would be the only chance to call you his that he would ever get so he couldn't say no to it, right?

"I thought about it and I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't think it could work," you assured him with a warm smile, hoping to inspire some sort of reassurance in him. 

"Don't you think it could be weird?" James insisted, wanting to make sure you had really thought things through. 

"No, I mean, I trust you. You're my best friend, Jamie." The use of the affectionate nickname made James' heart melt in his chest, leaving him a little stupid for a few seconds. He loved it when you called him that. "It has to be you. There's no one I trust more… Besides, Mason was always a little jealous of you, so it's perfect."

James wasn't as convinced as you were that it was a good idea. He was afraid of the feelings that might surface in him when he held you against his body, when he felt your lips on his skin. If you were to kiss him he wasn't sure he would be able to control his heart. But at the same time the idea of finally having the chance to know how your lips would feel against his was tempting him. Maybe spending a lifetime of agony and suffering missing the soft caresses of your mouth was better than spending a lifetime of doubts and regrets, wondering every day what it would feel like to kiss you.

"C'mon, James! Pleaseee" you begged him with a pout, your eyes full of anticipation. "You said you'd do anything, please."

He couldn't resist your charms and ended up agreeing without even knowing the details of your plan. Something he would regret in the not too distant future.

The plan was simple. You would arrive at the party together, spend the night dancing and "flirting" with each other and at some point disappear to the dorms, always making sure Mason saw everything. You hoped that the implication of what would happen would be enough to spark some sort of reaction in him, but in case it wasn't you had an ace up your sleeve. 

It had taken a bit of convincing to get James to agree to the final part of your plan: you needed him to give you hickeys all over your neck, a visible mark that you hoped would make Mason's blood boil.

The party started early in the Gryffindor common room, filling the tower with students from all houses looking to unwind from the stress and pressure of the week. You didn't come down from the dorms until your best friend and roommate confirmed that Mason was already there. Then you made your grand entrance, taking just a couple of seconds to search the crowd for your ex-boyfriend before running into James' arms, who was hanging out with his friends standing directly in front of Mason. 

"Thank you for doing this," you thanked him again, whispering in his ear after giving him a kiss on the cheek.

James smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close against him, holding you tight against his chest as his nose got lost in the scent of your hair. "Don't mention it," he murmured, his breath colliding against your ear awakening a shiver that ran down your spine. You had to admit that his proximity left you feeling a little stupid, your brain struggling to comprehend what the tingling that slowly spread throughout your body meant. 

Things only got worse from that point on. Your thirst for revenge was completely forgotten as you danced with James on the makeshift dance floor. Your eyes met Mason's a couple of times, but you weren't able to pay attention to him for more than two seconds, losing yourself completely in the explosive combination that turned out to be the sensual rhythm of the music and the warmth of James' body pressed against yours. He was all that occupied your mind.

James' hands on your body aroused a strange but pleasurable sensation. You weren't doing anything new, as the best friends you two were, you had danced together many times, but this time it felt different. There was a strange tension in the air that hung over you and grew more and more overwhelming with each passing second. You didn't know if James could feel it too, but you could and it was making it hard to breathe. You wanted to run out of there, to get away from James until you could catch your breath —and regain your sanity—, but you hated the idea of being separated from his warmth, of no longer feeling his hands on your hips, so you stayed close to him. You had no idea what it was that had awakened such a reaction in you, but you didn't want James to leave your side ever again. 

"He's looking right at us, if we go now he'll definitely know about us." James' voice snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing you back to reality. You remembered then why you were doing what you were doing, feeling a bit embarrassed for letting yourself get carried away like that. 

But you were there to put on a show, so you stood on your tiptoes to reach James' ear, grabbing his shoulders to keep your balance. "Let's go then," you whispered in his ear, your lips lingering over the area longer than necessary as you fought the urge to playfully bite his earlobe. What was happening to you?

You disappeared down the stairs amidst playful giggles, heading towards James' bedroom to hide for a while. The further away from the music and the warmth of the people dancing around you two you got, the more you questioned what had happened —and what you were about to do. When this idea occurred to you, you didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now you weren't so sure. The feelings he had awakened in you with a simple touch were not normal, not for a pair of friends at least. Was it possible that you still had feelings for him? You'd had a little crush on James the first two years at Hogwarts, but after years of watching him run after Lily you thought you'd gotten over it. You had accepted that you were just friends and that was all you would be for a long time, or so you thought.

“You still want to do this?” James asked you when you got to his room. He noticed the change in your demeanor right away —he knew you too well not to. You were distracted and he even dared to say a little tense, so he wanted to make sure you were both on the same page. He was dying to feel the soft skin of your neck under his lips, but he wouldn't do anything you didn't want him to. "I don't think it's necessary, I mean have you seen his face? I think he got the message."

"I want to do it," you were quick to reply —maybe a little too quick. You still wanted to go through with your plan, though perhaps not for the same reasons as before. "Just to make sure this works, you know," you added, a little embarrassed by the determination in your voice. The last thing you needed at that moment was James finding out that you were desperate to feel his lips on your neck.

"Fine," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you. "So, how do you want to do this?"

It was awkward at first as you settled into a position that would allow you to be comfortable. Part of you wanted to jump on his lap and let James do whatever he wanted with you, but you knew that wasn't appropriate so you settled for getting as close as you could to him, throwing your head back to grant him better access to your neck. Your whole body tingled with anticipation as James prepared himself, his fingers lightly tracing your skin as he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. You stopped breathing for a moment, your muscles tensing with nerves. 

When James' warm breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck you instinctively closed your eyes. Your fingers tightened around the fabric of the comforter that covered the bed as you struggled to stay still, fearing that any reaction would expose the feelings that were bubbling up inside of you. The anticipation was killing you. Time seemed to slow down, trapping you in the torture that was feeling the warmth of James' body next to yours but not his lips. When the tip of his nose brushed against your skin you had to bite your tongue to keep from letting out a desperate sigh, tightening your grip on the comforter to contain the urge you had to take his face in your hands and close the distance between you.

And then you felt it. 

His soft lips made contact with the skin of your neck, placing a quick, experimental kiss. It was nothing special, just a simple kiss to test the waters, but that alone had you biting your tongue to keep from letting out a sigh. When he saw that you didn't back away he doubled down, sucking lightly on your skin to start creating the first marks.

You forgot about the world around you after that —your ex-boyfriend, the party, the weird feelings that had plagued your mind all night. The only thing that mattered to you at that moment were James' lips and the delicate but passionate way in which they caressed your skin. His nose tickled your neck as he trailed his wet kisses down your skin, kissing and sucking until he left reddish marks that would only get worse with time. Every movement of his tongue on your skin awakened a wave of arousal inside you that went straight to your core. Pleasure quickly clouded your mind, keeping you from doing anything but enjoying the moment, surrendering under James' lips as you pressed your legs together in search of some friction that would ease the throbbing between your legs.

James also stopped caring about the world around him, letting himself get lost in the fantasy that you were his and he was yours. Your perfume attacked his nostrils, filling his thoughts with inappropriate images of you moaning his name as he trailed his kisses all over your body. He could feel your pulse quicken with every kiss he gave you, the veins in your neck throbbing against his curious lips. That only egged him on, fueling his fantasy that you wanted this as much as he did. So he gave you more, completely forgetting that this was supposed to be just a favor between friends and not some kind of confession of love. He no longer cared if you found out how he felt about you, all he wanted was to hold you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn't feel his lips. 

When James nibbled on your neck, sucking hard on your pulse point, you couldn't help but let out a moan. You didn't even realize you did it until it was too late. James stopped for a moment, surprised and excited by the sweet sound that had just escaped your lips. He wondered if maybe it was a good time to stop, but then you whined in protest, your hand traveling to his head to push him further against your skin. He got the message immediately, continuing his assault on your neck without allowing himself to think about the morality of what you were doing.

It wasn't long before you were lying back on the bed, pulling James down on top of you as you began your attack on his lips. Your hands roamed his body desperately, tugging at his clothes until you had contact with the warm skin of his torso. He helped you remove his shirt, pulling away from you for a moment so he could toss the piece of fabric to the other side of the room before kissing you again. His hands caressed your body with a shy gentleness, his fingers slipping under your tank top and arousing a tingling sensation along the way. 

You felt like you were on fire, your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and your lungs were struggling to catch a breath. You were desperate to feel James' skin against yours. You wanted to feel every inch of him and let him do with you what he wanted. You were completely lost in the moment, enjoying the way James trailed his wet kisses down your lips to your jaw, sliding down your neck until he reached your collarbone.

You opened your eyes to admire the scene in front of you and when your eyes made contact with James' you realized what you were doing. Reality hit you like a train, common sense replacing the desire that had clouded your mind. You were friends, best friends in fact, and friends weren't supposed to kiss like that. You weren't supposed to want to feel the warmth of his hands running down your body or the caress of his lips on your skin. 

"Wait, wait," you muttered with ragged breaths, sitting up in bed to put some distance between you and James. "This is wrong... we're friends, we shouldn't..."

"I know, I know," James said, closing his eyes for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "But you can't look me in the eyes and tell me that didn't feel right. "

You fell silent for a moment. He was right, you couldn't. That intimate moment you shared had felt so good, so right, as if it was what you were meant to do from the moment you met. It was natural, something you should have done a long time ago.  It was clear you both liked each other, so what was stopping you?

"If you really want to stop, we'll stop." James spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I just want you to know that I really like you. I've waited a long time to tell you, looking for the right time, you know... I don't know if this is it, I just know that I can't keep hiding what I feel." 

His confession took you by surprise for some reason —as if it was something weird after having his tongue down your throat as you kissed— so you responded with a kiss, not trusting your ability to formulate coherent sentences. This kiss was different from the previous ones, it was full of love and tenderness. Your lips caressed James' with the passion of years of repressed feelings. You clung to his body, sitting on his lap to keep his body as close to yours as possible. And as you melted into one in a swirl of love and passion you assured him that he was the only man you wanted to wake up next to for the rest of your life.

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A valentine's day special event!!

Dear customer, have you ever imagined yourself experiencing a good old shoujo manga? The confessions as sweet as honey, the most extravagant or even the most discreet I love you, the demonstrations of love... when we see this we can't help but sigh and wonder when it will be our time, right? Luckily for you, at this little Valentine's Day event, you can experience all of this with that character who has a special place in your heart!!

From the angst that leaves you crying for days to the tooth rotting fluff, regardless of your taste, here is the costumer who decides!

. . . Before entering the Café ?!

how do i order?

Below will be classic scenes/popular tropes and a short list of prompts. You will be able to choose a scene and a phrase per order with the character of your choice, then I will write a small scenario (around 600, 1k wc) about it. I will give more information about this at the end of the post.

how long will the cafe be open?

The cafe is now closed!! thank you everyone who participated! ♡ If you want to know how the production of your order is going, feel free to ask me about it. Sometimes I end up procrastinating a lot and need some ear tugging (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

what and for who you can request?

Pretty much everything and everyone. I will write for both men and women. If I think I can't write the character you asked for, I'll let you know, but at the moment I can't think of anyone. I won't write nsfw.

Now that you know all the rules,

let's go to the ordering!

arranged marriage ˎˊ˗

Oh, the wedding. One of the greatest demonstrations of love and devotion anyone can choose to make... or is it really a choice? Could it be that behind all this laughter and polite caresses, there is only cold indifference and someone you have vehemently sworn not to love? Or can time really heal all and can love be cultivated just like a flower blooms in a garden? Could it be that all along, behind that cold persona, they couldn't have been happier to finally be able to call you "theirs"?

♡⸝⸝

beach scene ˎˊ˗

warm sand on your feet and the cold sea water, there is no better environment to relax and enjoy the moment. They just have to remember to close their mouths while they watch you in your bathing suit enjoying the sun. Oh, wait! It seems like the sunscreen has already come off of you, you're always so careless, it seems like they're going to have to apply it again, tsk tsk! Of course, they also couldn't pass up a good old beach volleyball match, but the loser will have to give as many kisses as the winner wants!

୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

being locked together ˎˊ˗

The perfect request for those thirsty for touch. The forced proximity, bodies pressed against each other and their breath on your neck tickling your skin, the tension is so much it could be cut with a knife. If you just move your face a little, you'll finally be able to kiss those pink lips... But be careful! This action can have dangerous consequences!

♡⸝⸝

summer festival /

watching the fireworks together ˎˊ˗

The perfect idea for a first date or even a first kiss! The lively atmosphere and the delicious smell of food in the air, if you ask them, they don't think any of it compares to the view that is you today. So beautiful in your traditional clothes and lips stained with the red of the candy apple, when the sparkles of the fireworks illuminate your face in the far corner where you both are, they find themselves completely mesmerized by you.

୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

slow burn ˎˊ˗

A classic choice for romantics at heart. Pining in secret, whether it's to protect you or it's simply not the right time, they know that it's best to keep those feelings to themselves. But when you smile so sweetly at them, the three forbidden words might escape their lips before they even know it.

♡⸝⸝

confession! ˎˊ˗

the essence of valentine's day! At this time when love floats in the air, there is no better opportunity to confess to that loved one! Heart beating fast in the chest and sweaty hands, what do they want to tell you by looking at you with so much intensity?

୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

second chance romance ˎˊ˗

Maybe things just weren't meant to be, or maybe yall were too naive to make it work at the time. But none of that matters now, that's what they tell themselves. Even though they still remember the feeling of your lips against theirs and your favorite food, now you're just another page turned in their lives... Right?

♡⸝⸝

fake dating ˎˊ˗

What to do when your family members start bothering you about finding a partner? Rent one, of course! At first it seemed like the perfect plan, but when the touches on each other's skin start to last a second longer than they should and suddenly those gazes seem to contain a secret behind them, you wonder if this is really going to work.

HOUSE SPECIAL !!

(you will be able to chose two characters in the house special!)

love triangle ˎˊ˗

Unfortunately, we don't choose who our heart longs for. With such conflicting feelings, what would be the best solution to this mess? Is a relationship with both possible? Or is life not a fairy tale and you will have to make the bitter decision of choosing one? Why are the two of them suddenly cornering you against the wall like that? ...Was this their plan all along?!

Looks like you've already decided on your drink! How it was? Difficult to decide? Without further ado, the final step is the topping!!

. . . If you've already decided on the topping, that means your drink is being made! You just need to confirm at the cashier and then rest as much as you want until it's ready. Despite the delay, dear customer, if I don't specifically refuse your order, that means it is being made!

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ You can request multiple times, but like i said before, it will only be one option and character at a time. The only exception will be in the "love triangle", where you can choose two. the only condition is that the characters must have canonically interacted at least once (it's to make the author's life a little easier here, okay? ><). Another thing I would like to add is that the descriptions below of the scenes/tropes are just a little inspiration, you can decide the plot of the order if you want! the more details the better! And specify whether you want a female or gender-neutral reader.

With all that being said, i hope everyone will like this silly event i decided to do! Don't be shy to make a order! (also, this is actually the third time I'm trying to post this. i really hope this time it will show up in the tags)