#the outline of my favorite flower on his chest

[ashwhowrites]

oooooh I have been saving up requests for a while for you. here's one for now, I don't want to bombard you

"I don't know what to say to that"

"then don't say anything"

eddie & reader in love but reader always tries to cut whatever tension w humor/cracking jokes bc she gets overwhelmed by how serious eddie gets when telling her all the things he loves about her & why he loves her. she (so obviously) loves him too she just doesn't know how to handle all that emotion bc she's never seen or felt love like this in her life. eddie wants to change that

you can make it gn if you're more comfortable writing it that way!!

-☀️

this is literally how my partner and I work. I am obsessed and go on rants about everything I love about them.

Small blurb of two people in love

Not proofread

Eddie Munson was a deep person, he put a lot of thought into his ideas, he took time to really understand the things around him, and his emotions showed on his face. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He was passionate about the things he loves, and the people he loves.

Of course, Eddie was hyper and chaotic, always laughing and joking around. But he could turn serious in seconds if he was fully focused on something, and Y/N loved that about her boyfriend. Except, when she was his focus point.

Y/N was not used to someone admiring her, Eddie treated her like she was royalty. He worshipped the ground she walked on and stared into her eyes whenever she spoke. Turned his body to face her during conversations, brown eyes locked on her, even if she wasn't talking to him.

He was so wrapped up in her, everything she did took his breath away and he wanted to soak in her warmth. He could lay in bed with her all day and would spend the rest of his life doing the same.

~~~

It was an early Sunday morning, Y/N was laying on Eddie's chest as he ranted about his dream. His soft fingertips softly ran up and down her arm. Halfway through his story, he got silent. Y/N looked at him confused, only to find him staring down at her with a smile.

"What?" she asked

"You have the prettiest lips you know that?" Eddie thought out loud. His head was all focused on his dream, but the sun outlined her lips and now his head was stuck on that.

"Oh shut up, continue your dream." She waved him off

"Like the perfect shape, gorgeous color, and so soft." He trailed on and on, his thumb resting on her bottom lip as she softly tugged it.

And this is what Y/N struggled with. His eyes and attention of just on her. She felt her body grow hot and nervously laughed.

"You just like what my lips can do," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"I love that too, but that's not my main reason. I love that your lips feel like a safe place. A kiss from you just calms my body and gives my brain a second to shut off and restart." Eddie smiled, his thumb brushing her lip softly.

Y/N struggled with words, so she settled with hiding herself in Eddie's neck.

~~~

Eddie loved to draw, it was something he felt like he was good at. And his girlfriend was his perfect muse.

"And done!" Eddie stated proudly, a huge smile on his face as he cleaned off his notepad.

Y/N looked up from her homework, a smile on her face, assuming Eddie finished his math homework.

"Want me to check your answers?" She offered

"Oh.....I am not done with math." Eddie said with a nervous smile.

"Munson, we have been in this booth for an hour and what have you been doing?" She questioned, trying to sit up to look over the table.

Eddie smirked as he turned over his notepad, a proud look in his eyes as Y/N took in the drawing.

"Is...are those my eyes?" She was taken aback by how beautiful the drawing was. A collection of eyes scattered across the page, but each pair was slightly different. The eyes showed different emotions, happy, sad, and one that stood out. The eyes were so soft, warm, and so much emotion.

"Yeah, baby. This one was when you found your favorite flower at that one shop."

"Do you have a favorite flower, Munson?" Y/N asked, skimming through the flower shop. Robin's birthday was coming and Y/N decided on flowers and dinner as a gift.

"Baby, I don't know anything about flowers, maybe the yellow ones?" Eddie shrugged, looking over all the different colors.

"Many can be yellow." She laughed, shaking her head as she reached up to grab Robin sunflowers.

"What's yours?" Eddie asked, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

"Pink roses!" She said excitedly, her eyes catching a row of pink roses.

"And this was when you found that baby turtle in the middle of the street with no mom."

"EDDIE STOP!" Y/N screamed, Eddie slammed on his brakes. Panicked eyes looking over at Y/N

"what's wrong?" He asked, watching as her eyes began to water and tears ran down her face.

"That turtle! They are all alone, we need to bring them home." She said, throwing off her seatbelt and running into the middle of the street.

"BABY! WATCH FOR CARS" Eddie screamed after her, shaking his head as she scooped up the turtle. She came back with her eyes still tearful but a smile on her face.

"What's the last one?" Y/N asked, she was amazed by all the different emotions but that last one intrigued her.

She watched as Eddie blushed, his pale cheeks turning pink and his ears turning red, easy to tell since his hair was in a low bun.

"Um, that one was after we had sex for the first time." Eddie coughed out, nervously chuckling as he went to close the notepad, but she was quick to snatch it.

Holding it closer to her face as she took in the details.

"What was I looking at this time?" She asked, tracing the shading around her eyes on the page.

"You were looking at me." He admitted with a smile. "It was the day you looked at me the way I felt for you. Your eyes tell me everything about you and that night they told me you loved me."

Eddie always had a way to make Y/N at a loss for words.

"I just, I don't know what to say. I wish I could show my love for you like how you can. You know the right words and the actions. " Y/N ranted out, handing him the notepad.

"You don't have to say anything, your eyes tell me and that's enough for me," Eddie said, leaning over to kiss her, she smiled and met him halfway across the table.

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[tw1l1te]

Song of Storms

LU Sky x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ minors please DO NOT INTERACT, some fluff, angst

Fem reader is implied. Not necassarily final promise!au, so intepret it as you will. This one is a bit short, but I like it lol

~

Sky was mentally exhausted. Flying out on night watch was his least favorite part of the day because it meant he had to leave you. It meant that he couldn't feel your warm body against his, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you dreamed of serenity. On top of that, it had started to storm about an hour ago, barely being able to see his gloved hands in front of his face.

He was supposed to be returning to Skyloft now, but he had no sense of direction as the rain pelted against his goggles, fogging up the lenses no matter how many time he'd wiped them off.

A large lightining strike lit up the expanse of the night sky, Skyloft's outline just barely being visible miles away. If he flew straightforward, he should be able to make it before he was struck by lighting.

Petting Crimson, he flew fast, wind whipping his hair around, rain drops pelting his face harder and harder. It felt like tiny needles falling on his face, but he had to come home. He needed to come home to you, or you'd kill him.

His fingertips on the brink of frostbite, he sighs in relief when he sees the Knight's Academy come into view. Despite having the option of living on the surface, he felt nostalgic of his life in the sky, no matter what memories it brought.

Landing on the wooden deck, he yelled out to the Nightguard about getting Crimson somewhere safe, already enthraled with the thought of seeing you. Giving his Loftwing one last pet, he ran off to the entrance of the academy, already in the process of stripping his gloves off of his hands.

He pants as he closes the door behind him, the raging storm echoing off the walls. The hallway was dark, only the faint glow of the sconces on the wall illuminating his path to you. His home.

Turning right, he sighs in happiness seeing his door, knowing you were just on the other side, waiting for him. Your knight.

He unlocks the door, quietly walking in and closing the door behind you. The room was dimly lit with a few candles, you hunched over on the bed, reading a book Sky bought you. You quickly shut the book, running into his arms, ignoring how cold and wet he was.

"Holy goddesses, Sky! I was so fucking worried-"

He shuts you up with a passionate kiss, his entire body tense from the night's treachery. He needed this. He needed you.

"Shh, it's ok my Flower. I'm here, I'm home. I'm not going anywhere, ok?"

You nod, placing your forehead against his, relishing in the domseticity. You knew he's have to leave again tomorrow night, but you wanted him until then. You allowed yourself to be selfish, just this once.

~

"Fu-ah! Sky, fuckfuckfuck!-" you moaned, head tossed back on the pillow. Sky was above you, hips slamming at an astounding pace. You thought tonight was gonna be more slow and intimate, though you weren't complaining. You were in heaven.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezin' around me jus' like that. I'm gonna fill you up so good. So, so good."

You clawed at his chest, needing something to hold on to as the living daylight was being fucked out of you. Instead, Sky grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, leaving nothing in between him and you.

"Gonna fill your little pussy up so good. Make you nice and full with my kid. You'd love that, wouldn't you princess?"

You whimper loudly, arching off the bed. Sky brings his mouth to one of your breasts, his tongue circling the swollen bud. You wrap your legs around his waist, stars in front of your eyes as the coil in your stomach tightens.

"Mmh- Link! Link I'm gonna fucking cum- Linklinklinklink-"

And you came, hard. Clamping around his cock, he practically growled into your ear, chasing your orgasm with his own release. He shot thick white ropes inside of your heat, kissing your neck as you both calmed down, him slowing down his thrusts inside of you.

He lays on top of you, kissing your face lightly. He coos in your ear, praising you and how good you felt. His hands never leave your body, pawing at the plush of your thighs and kissing the curve of your breasts.

He suddenly flips you over so your on his lap, cock still nestled deep in your heat. Hands on your hips, he mutters:

"Let's really make sure you get pregnant this time, Princess. I wanna hear you sing for me."

~

[storm-angel989]

Idea: Val's Teenage Daughter is at school and she is crushing some boy from her class (or something like that) and HE LIKES HER TOO and gives her a flower, and later on Val (or her uncle's, I don't know) found the flower hidden in her backpack, because she was embarrassed of telling them (or scared of their reaction, whatever your think is best)

Hi friend, 

Sure thing! Take a peek below! This was super cute to write!

<3 Mandy

Ninth grade dances were going to be the bane of my existence. 

As I looked around at the kids I had known most of my life, I tried to imagine dancing with any of them. I couldn’t really- I had known the others way too long, and had way too many memories stemming back to kindergarten for me to see any of them as anything other than a sibling like friendship. 

Except for one. 

He had moved to our school from the greed ring at the start of the school year. Quiet, handsome with dark hair and brown eyes. The first time I looked at him I felt a feeling in my belly I had never felt before. 

“Oh, someone has a crush,” my best friend teased me when I told her as we got ready for afterschool practice. 

“Yeah, I guess,” I replied as I pulled on my swimsuit. “But it doesn’t matter. Did you see the other girls in class? He literally can pick anyone and they’d swoon.”

My best friend rolled her eyes. “Yeah, not anyone. But come on, we’re going to be late and I don’t want to swim extra laps because you’re crushing, hard.”

As the weeks passed, I found myself seated next to him in more than one class. We exchanged a few words, passing remarks about assignments. At lunch he sat with the rest of the boys, and during study hall, he sat in the front row, his pencil constantly moving across blank paper. By mid September, curiosity finally got the better of me and I asked him what he was so busy working on.

Sketching was the answer. Pages and pages of drawings, detailed outlines of objects and characters from his favorite shows. 

“These are really good,” I praised him. 

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right, you’re just saying that.”

“No, really, I would know. My Aunt Velvette is an artist,” I told him. “She designs clothes, and she draws on literally everything. One time, she left her sketchbook in the office and she made my Uncle Vox turn around and go back to get it. We missed our flight. My dad was super pissed.”

That elicited a laugh. From that point on, he made it a point to sit by me, to share his sketches in between classes. And the more we talked, the bigger my crush grew. As the halloween dance grew closer, I imagined that there was one way I was going- and that was as his date. 

Two weeks before the dance, he presented me with a red rose. Standing next to my locker at the end of the day, I flushed bright red. Was this really happening? 

“I get it if you think dances are lame, but you didn’t say you had a date, so I was wondering if you’d be mine?” He asked. “Or if you do think its lame, we can go get pizza or something instead?”

“How about the dance and then pizza?” I suggested as I took the rose from him. 

“It’s a date,” he agreed. 

Joy overflowed from my chest. The bell rang and we both took off towards our respective rides- him to his bus, and mine to the limo. I slid into the seat, staring at the ruby red petals. I had a date. Not only a date, but the date! 

“Did you have a good day?” The driver asked.

My stomach dropped as realization flooded through me. I had a date. That meant I needed to tell my Dad. And my mom. And my Aunt Velvette and Uncle Vox. The notorious V’s. Hastily, I shoved the rose in my backpack and pulled out a book. 

“It was fine, thanks for asking,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. 

As soon as I got inside, I hurried up to my Uncle Vox’s office. As carefully as I could, I took out my homework, being sure to keep the rose hidden. Thankfully, my Uncle Vox was too busy working on his computer to say more than hello and I busied myself in my homework. As soon as I finished, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and rushed back downstairs. I knew I couldn’t risk them finding the flower. It would have to stay in my backpack until I could put it in my locker the next day at school. 

The more I thought about it, the more I cheered up. In fact, I wouldn’t even tell them I had a date to the dance! I would just say I was going with friends. This way, I could avoid all the questions I knew my family would have. In relief, I hung my backpack on the door. 

“So, did anything exciting happen today in school?” My Aunt Velvette asked over dinner.

I felt the color rise in my cheeks. Quickly, I shook my head and shoved a bite of chicken into my mouth. 

“Really?” my Dad asked.

I quickly lifted up my water glass and took a sip. I shook my head again.

“Oh, well. I got a note from your teacher today saying you have a test that needs to be signed? You’re not doing so well in math?” My father asked with his eyebrow raised. “Did you have Uncle Vox sign it?”

“I didn’t sign anything,” Uncle Vox said as he took a sip of water.

“Oh, I, uh, yeah, I forgot about that,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, I just…it’s really hard this year.” Or the head that I stared at was super cute. 

Valentino exchanged a glance with Vox and Velvette. 

“I’ll take a look at it,” Vox said. “Not a problem, math gets a little more complex in high school, nothing I can’t walk you through.” He stood up and dropped his empty plate in the sink. 

I watched as he walked over towards where my backpack hung. 

“No, wait, Uncle Vox! I can get it out,” I said quickly as I jumped up. 

“Why? Something in here you don’t want me to see?” He teased as he dug around in my bag, “I promise you a few bad grades won’t kill your GPA. What color is your math book again? Yellow?” He paused, “now where did this come from?” 

I felt my heart sink and my cheeks flush as he pulled out the crumpled rose. Vox looked to Valentino and Velvette. 

“Okay, fine. I sort of got asked to the dance, I wasn’t gonna tell you, but I..” I blurted out. I turned to run and hide in my bedroom but Uncle Vox stepped in front of me.

“You have a date? To a dance? And you wern’t going to tell us?” Aunt Velvette exclaimed. “Reader!”

I buried my face in my hands as embarrassment rushed through me. 

“Why not?” My fathers calm voice broke through the silence. 

“Because, I didn’t want him to be interrogated and I really like him!” I exclaimed in frustration. “You three are the most powerful overlords in hell, it isn’t like he can just come to the door and pick me up like my friend’s dates do. You’re gonna want to meet him, and that alone is intimidating and I…it isn’t fair!” 

“You are taking this way too far,” my Aunt Velvette said. “And being super dramatic. Take a breath.”

“Yeah, we won’t threaten to kill him more than once,” my Uncle Vox said lightly.

“Don’t tease Vox,” Aunt Velvette retorted. “Babygirl, come sit next to me.” 

Slowly, with my gaze down, I sank into the chair next to Aunt Velvette. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder. 

“Hey, you can always come to me. We might be the overlords of hell, but I promise you I’ll keep the boys in line,” she told me with a sharp look to Valentino. “And I promise when he comes and picks you up, we’ll be on our best behavior. Right, boys? You don’t ever need to keep secrets from us. Got it?”

Slowly, I nodded. She released me and planted a kiss on the top of my head. 

“Good. Now, let’s talk about that math test…”

[jinkookspencil]

my daisy | kth

you're late... but your lifelong crush helps you get ready

description/tags: taehyung one-shot / angst and suggestive / taehyung is her childhood family friend and neighbor / historical!AU! / this can be any historical era you wish it to be, it was inspired by the regency era, bridgerton, and taehyungs photofolio but it can be the early 1900s if you want it to be too it's really not that specific / ~1.9k words

rating: 18+ minors dni / 18+ even though it's suggestive because it starts out in an 18+ way but reader is alone (she is touching herself) /

author's note: this is my first time writing taehyung!! i had this written in my drafts for a while, intending to publish it when layover was out in celebration of him! <3 finally completely edited for like the third time and now i can finally get to work on my requests. i hope you guys like it :') i literally gave him one of my favorite scenarios of all time.

A chill summer breeze wafts through the windows, cooling your otherwise sweltering bedroom… though a bead of sweat forms at your hairline, for your bare body still radiated heat. 

The sudden air against your folds tickled, right while you’d been playing and feeling through and within them while lying atop the restricting cotton bedsheets, your other hand lost in the tangles of your own hair.

 “T-t-t….” you moan into the dimly lit room, imagining it’d been the hand of your brother’s best friend getting you close to the edge instead of your own. His name almost slips from your lips….

But the man himself storms into your room instead.

“Mr. Kim!” you screech, seeing him at your side at once. Quick to grab the pillow from beneath your hips and jerk the sheet below until it was free from its tidy dressing onto the mattress, you were unkemptly covered in seconds. “Get out!”

But Kim Taehyung still stood before you, head merely tilted downwards, waiting for you to properly wrap your bare body with the fabric. Tugging the thin sheet tightly at the back, you'd been oblivious to the fact that it outlined every curve and dip of your figure and truly, was all the more tantalizing to the man before you who'd been obviously failing his attempts not to steal glances at you through his periphery. It was unsurprising.

Taehyung had always been a menace. The boy never listened, never followed any rules except his own, and evidently never learned how to knock on another’s door. 

It was no secret to your family that you'd been smitten with Taehyung, the neighbor’s only grandson, since childhood, long before he grew to be your brother's most trusted friend. He'd been your friend first, after all, until the two of you had come of age and society deemed such a friendship inappropriate with youthful, hurried engagements, infatuations, and hormone-riddled courtships running amuck...

It proved to be a lifelong infatuation that followed you into womanhood, and though the days spent picking flowers, reading fairy tales, and ‘make-believe teatime’ were long behind you, his friendship with your brother still kept Taehyung in your life, and you were as thankful for it as the fond, playful memories of your youth.

The sheer power of your own feelings only made itself apparent when he’d went away to begin his apprenticeship in France with no promise of an engagement or any indication of reciprocated feelings. Despite an initial sorrow, the longing had turned into an ache in your chest that seemed impossible to ignore, only slightly remedied by his occasional letters and gifts. It was a short-lived hope that he could still be yours. His return as society’s most eligible, handsome, and accomplished bachelor only made it harder to confess - for everyone fell under Taehyung's spell.

With rumors of his charming reputation and dedicated work in France swirling through society and countless men and women organizing courting arrangements before he'd even arrived a month ago, you thought to make haste with your confession, but your half-written love letters were ultimately kept away in the drawers right behind where he'd stood now, with the postcards, letters, and gifts he'd sent you over that time. And you'd spent all those nights with him away just as you had tonight, imagining he'd been there, in your very room, bare as you'd been right beside you... And it had to have happened as such.  

“Oh, I apologize, Miss_____,” he says calmly, and the hint of a smirk appears on his face before he turns to face away from you, “But I’m here on orders of your dear mother. You’re, uhm, expected?”

Fuck. You lost track of time. 

“Should I tell her you’re not feeling well?” 

“No. No, I have to be there, sir. I’m expected to make at least one possible match tonight,” you panic, slithering into the undergarments you’d discarded by the bed earlier. Too hasty to feel shame, and, for the first time, thankful that women’s undergarments cover more than they ever should, you march to the wooden partition, only for your corset to be in Taehyung’s hands.

“Allow me to help,” he offers with a smile. “Your sisters are furious at your being late already, and well, I’m the only one who won’t give you an earful.”

You resign, stepping between Taehyung and the mirror and readying yourself into the corset. Looking at your reflection, you could see your figure and breasts through the sheer chemise with ease…. Practically as naked as you had been. And the man you’d who held your corset and your affection in his hands was staring at the same image with a blank expression on his face. 

“This is absolutely humiliating,” you groan, inhaling as he pulls the strings of your corset. Your breasts rise above, forming a perfect, heaving cleavage that remains there, perfectly shaped, as your torso is pulled back…. But only ever so slightly. This was new…. comfortable, and…. just as shapely and alluring. A miracle.

“….It fits well and isn’t as tight as when the girls do it… you have practice, I assume, tying women’s corsets?” you say, taking in your reflection and silently wondering if the man behind you stole another glimpse before he swiftly tied the knot at your back - or if you’d compared to the beauties he must’ve courted in Paris.

Tutting, he ignores the question. His fingers remain at your back, playing with the strings he’d just tied together before tracing your corset's hem. You don't push his hands away when he continues to trace the boning to where it lies below your breast, until his long, elegant fingers ghost your stomach and he pulls his hand away.

It’s only when he steps backward that you exhale comfortably, highly unusual in such a corset, and in the reflection, you see Taehyung grab the dress you were due to wear from its hook behind the partition that enclosed you. He hands it to you without a word from where he stood at your back and with his help, you quickly step into the silky dress, and he ties it up just the same. 

The color of the dress allowed your skin to shine as brightly as the rhinestones that adorned it, laid perfectly across your breasts and capsleeves…. Admiring them so, you remember the accompanying jewelry you’d prepared for the evening, a dainty set of earrings, which you put on in a millisecond, and its matching necklace.

“Allow me,” Taehyung says in a hush from behind you, tracing down your arm until he reaches the necklace in the palm of your hand. He brushes your hair to the side, the gentle graze of his fingertips sending chills down your spine as he works away at the lock. 

“There”, he says, close enough for you to feel the breath of the word at your nape.

Thankful his gaze was fixated there, chilling as it may be, you quickly attempt to hide your heavy breathing and the rise and fall of your chest by working away at your hair, braiding and pinning it in minutes until you looked like every other 'hopeful' bachelorette.

With a dazzling look and the event kicking off the society’s courting season… you were sure to catch the wild eyes of plenty of eligible bachelors, much to your chagrin. You were at an appropriate age to be wed, let alone courted…. but it was clear that you could never feel about a man what you felt for Taehyung. Every other dead-end meeting your mother had set up in the time he’d been away proved that fact and only frustrated her further, especially when you’d turned down both of Taehyung’s now-married cousins, the highly educated and well-off brothers Namjoon and Seokjin. ‘Artistic boys get you nowhere,’ she’d said, trying to secure your future despite having a soft spot for Taehyung herself. 

Now, in the mirror, you could see. Lust. Love. Trust. Humiliation. Your own sinful desire reflected back at you, along with Taehyung's striking side profile. Disregarding the mirror altogether, he had his head turned towards you, surely close enough to smell the rosy scent on your skin, on which you'd continuously felt his warm breathing.

“You look ravishing,” he finally mutters. “You looked beautiful even then.”

“Even then?” 

“Before France…” he whispers, toying with the silky fabric at your shoulders. “And tonight....before this…. Especially before this.”

You finally break your own gaze, turning to face him and allowing your nose to brush against his, noting his floral scent… daisies specifically… the kind you’d always play with…. With a hint of some French cologne… The person you always knew, and the man he came to be… 

“Any man would be lucky to dance with you.”

“It is not any man that I would wait for. It is not any man that I want…” you whisper, taking Taehyung’s hand and placing it on your waist. But his hand moves, quick to wrap around you and pull your body right against his.

“And what is it that you want so badly?”

Taehyung’s head tilts as his gaze fixates on a spot on your neck, biting at his lower lip and ready to do the same to your exposed skin. His lips meet your neck….

And a loud knock is heard on your door.

“_____, mother is waiting!” you hear through the door. “We’re all waiting. What’s taking you so long? Should I help with the corset?”

Oh… Right.

The two of you exhale against each other, Taehyung’s breath warmer than it had been…. even nicer. But he pulls away, ever so slightly.

“No! No, did that myself. A minute more,” you say, loud enough for your little sister to hear through the door.

“You did your own corset? Strange. Well, do you have any idea where Tae is? None of us can find him after mother sent him up here, and I want to show him how cutely I'd dressed up the teddy bear he got me!” your sister continues. “Mr. Kim Namjoon came looking for him too. Did he run off to the event ahead of us?”

“I don’t know,” you say, avoiding Taehyung’s gaze. “Now run off. I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”

“I should go,” you say quietly, when you’d heard your sister’s footsteps fade. “I’ll see you there?”

Taehyung nods as he unwraps his arm from around your body, licking the lips you'd almost met.

You hear your name being called lowly from behind you just as you open your bedroom door. Turning only your head, you resist the urge to slam the door shut and kiss away the sudden anguish on Taehyung’s face.

“Save me a dance.”

“Two,” you reply, and he chuckles, walking towards you and taking your hand in his.

"I won't delay you further, my daisy. Tonight, I ask you for a dance, but soon... I hope you'll allow me to ask for this as well." Taehyung brings your hand up to his face, kissing your knuckles with his eyes closed, fluttering them open, and looking at you through his lashes with his lips still there. He doesn't wait for a reply. “Go.” 

[angelaevangelion]

Hello lovelies! 💕

Here is my submission for @love-and-lore 's Winter Event!

I chose Nanami for this collab because he deserves all the happiness in the world. The theme is "hearth". The word symbolizes ones home and family evoking the feeling of warmth, love and security.

I hope I was able to capture that for Nanami.

Minors do not enter!!! Sfw/Fluff with just the right amount of sauciness ❤️‍🔥

Word Count : 900 words

Photos all sourced from pinterest

● The colder season is extra special to Nanami as it was around this time that he first met you. The cold weather, snowy roads and holiday décor that decorates the towns and cities all reminds him of that day when you changed his life forever.

● He likes to take you back to the place you met. A Café. Where he first laid eyes on you through that frosted front window. The holiday lights decorating the shop covered you in a yellow glow, painting you like a goddess. His feet moving before he could even think as he made his way across that icy street and walked into that little Café. The bell announced his entrance to the patrons inside drawing your attention to look away from your book where you sat. Warm drink in your hand, eyes landing on his ocean blue ones. Holding your gaze as he made his way to the counter. You watched, practically enamored as he scratched the back of his head and gave the worker his unprepared order. You sneaked a glance, admiring his side profile. Eyes just barely visible, hiding behind your book when suddenly he’s making his way towards you. “May I join you?” he asked you. His voice was confident but inside he was nervous as all hell. His heart hammering as he watched you give him a silent nod, mouth slightly parted with crumbs from your scone on your lip. The cuteness eases his heart just a little as he takes the empty seat before you, never having done something like this before and the rest is history.

● Nanami secretly looks forward to the colder seasons as you tend to be much more cuddly than your usual amount of affection he’s used to throughout the year. But you just can’t help it. He’s so warm and never gets cold. Unlike you with your icy feet. Doesn’t mind one bit that you latch yourself to him on the couch or on the bed but he forces you to put some socks on.

● Likes to lay in bed with you for as long as possible in the mornings looking out the window with you as the sun rises.

● He spends this season spoiling you a little extra. Buys you an overly excessive amount of flowers and has the entire apartment filled like a garden. You can’t do anything about it so you accept them.

● The colder weather means you tend to stay home more. Choosing to pick up coffee or boba and takeout before watching a movie at home and also trying to get him hooked on that show you’re so obsessed with. He covers you both with a heavy blanket on the couch letting you wrap yourself around him like you’re a puzzle peace.

● He loves to cook breakfast for you as often as possible. He’s honestly very good at making all your favorites.

● Nanami is not the type to just break out into a dance however if you happen to put on the right song he will take your hand gently and ask you for a dance right then and there in your living room. Pulls you in close as he takes the lead. His nose ghosting along your neck. His hand lifting your thigh to rest over his hip. His moves are so energetic and dominating over your frame. You expect him to kiss you while he has you tipped back, faces so close together but then he raises you back up and twirls you around before suddenly your back collides close with his chest and his hands are carefully outlining your form as you move your hips along with his, swaying to the beat. You’re stunned, body tingling because you had no idea that he even knew how to dance the tango.

● If you have to go into town he prefers to drive you whenever you need to go anywhere as the roads are much more dangerous. Feels safer if he’s the one driving you around for your errands or holiday shopping. Will absolutely carry all of your bags as you go from store to store.

● Comes home from work one day and sees an unfamiliar wreath hanging on his front door. Instantly he feels a warmth spread in his chest. He never had one of those growing up. Never bothered to buy one when he was living on his own. “Did you see the wreath I made us?” You ask excitedly as you watch him drop his work bag on the floor with a heavy thud. Watching as he wordlessly loosens his tie and raises up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows. He looks so stern and deep in thought, you think maybe he had a bad day at work but suddenly he’s walking towards you with purpose. His expression practically melting as he looks to you and slams his lips on yours catching you by surprise as his hands grip you underneath your thighs and lifts you. His kisses practically become desperate. Blindly leading you both to your shared bedroom.

● Nanami doesn’t think he can wait any longer for the next holiday in the spring. Before morning, he’s gonna be pulling out the black little ring box hidden in the back of his dresser and getting down on one knee.

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Tattoo Headcanons!

Following after the previous piercing headcanons, finally here are my tattoo headcanons for the main cast! Like I mentioned on that post, similar to their civilian fashion posts these are just my general ideas and they don't take place at any specific point in time/season. But, you can consider these as all the ones they will have in the future, with many getting them done here-and-there throughout the seasons/their young adult years. Also, there are specific characters I chose to give multiple tattoos to for their own reasons(for example, a couple of them I just see really being into tattoos), but some characters have multiple tattoos simply because I just came up with multiple design ideas for them lol.

I hope you enjoy reading these! :3 If there are any other canon characters you guys want piercing and/or tattoo headcanons for, feel free to send them in an ask!

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- The Winx Club

* Bloom: dragon tattoo on left hip, fiery nymph on back between the shoulder-blades, and daphne flowers on right forearm

* Stella: moon with sunflowers on right upper-arm and sun with moonflowers on left upper-arm, and triple goddess-moon symbol on the back of her neck

* Flora: family tree on her back down her spine, flowers on both sides of ribcage mirroring/matching each other, flowers on back of neck, her family's birth flowers on her right leg, and Helia's + her future children's birth flowers on her left leg

* Musa: giant lotus on back, two sleeves that spill onto the back(one of music notes, traditional Melodian flowers and birds, and the other of other random things she likes), and random ones all-over her legs

* Tecna: binary code on left forearm, geometric heart on back of the neck, motherboard details on right forearm, qr code(specifically spelled to change to whatever she currently likes) on the inside of the left upper-arm just above her elbow, and simplistic blackwork cybernetic design on side of right calf

* Layla: yin yang fish on her left collarbone near her shoulder, ocean wave on the side of her left foot, the word "freedom" turning into birds on the inside of her right wrist, an Androsian rune on the inside of her left wrist, and an outline of a dancer between her shoulder-blades

- The Trix

* Icy: snowflakes on her left hip, and a matching tattoo with Darcy and Stormy to represent their coven, on the back of her neck

* Darcy: delicate and minimalistic tattoos on her fingers and wrapping around her hands and wrists of occult symbols, a cauldron brewing up a poison-skull on the side of her left calf, an armband of the moon phases wrapping around her left forearm, a witch hat inside a crystal ball on her left upper-arm, purple crystals on her right upper-arm, moths on her right hip, and a matching tattoo with Icy and Stormy to represent their coven, on the back of her neck

* Stormy: storm clouds on both upper-arms, lightning starting from both ankles and shooting up the lower-legs, and a matching tattoo with Icy and Darcy to represent their coven, on the back of her neck

- The Specialists + Nabu

* Sky: Erakylon prayer of protection down the spine

* Brandon: sword tattoo going down almost the entire side of his right calf, and right sleeve of a forest/mountain scene with a silhouette of someone rock-climbing

* Helia: his favorite short poems on his back, outstretched bird wings above the poems, an origami bird on the left side of his ribcage, a quill writing "love and peace" underneath his origami bird, flowers Flora drew on his left forearm, and flowers his future children drew on his right forearm

* Riven: Red Fountain's motto across his shoulders on his back, a giant griffin taking up most of the rest of his back, two sleeves made with heavy blackwork; one with a wolf and skull, the other in a more Japanese-style with swirly elements and pops of red, a sword on the side of his left ribcage, and random ones over his legs and chest

* Timmy: a small blaster-gun on the inside of his right arm above his elbow

* Nabu: matching purple tattoos that span across the entire length of his forearms and onto his hands a little bit; they consist of a butterfly with swirly leaves and energy swirls, and wizard runes/glyphs on the side of his left calf

[imsosocold]

How I celebrate my birth week is by writing the execution of one of my favorite characters, triggering myself in the process. The most ‘me’ thing to do.  Hope you enjoy!

Manfred was set to be executed during sunrise.

When he’d be too groggy to think, when there’d be no time for visits or goodbyes.

At his request.

The sky shines of yellow light, familiar and warm.  The tulips around the prison have reopened their petals from the night, the golden chain trees swaying from the early morning breeze. 

Manfred liked yellow. It was his brother’s color.

He was wearing yellow, amidst the offensive orange he was forced to wear ( always a man in uniform). A plastic star hair clip outlined by green, a gift from his old wife. 

Of course, there’s still the golden bullet in his shoulder.

He wondered if they’d all be waiting for him. He wondered if anything would be waiting for him. 

He wishes he was scared. He wishes he was trembling and crying, begging for his life. He wishes he was mad, screaming and cursing everyone and everything. He wishes he was excited, for the hallucinations and nightmares and abuse to end, for the chance to see his loved ones again. He wishes he was repentant, finding peace and empathy he couldn’t find to have in life until its end.

Manfred felt nothing and he hated himself for it.

He was sick of feeling numb, of not feeling like a person.

Was he even a person?

Had he ever been one?

Birds sing amongst themselves as he makes the trek to the chamber ( they hadn’t allowed him to take his cane, of fucking course).

His friends, his oldest teachers. What he missed most about being free.

He hoped if he got reincarnated he would be a bird. A wren, perhaps. A splendid fairy, of course.

Just as quickly as he sees them ( so many colors, he had missed it in the gray that was both his physical and mental prison along with the sickly yellow light always surrounding them), they’re gone.

Everybody always leaves in the end.

Manfred can taste the oranges and sticky candy he had as his final meal, made up of memories of older, better times.

He doesn’t bother checking to see who’s in the crowd. He’s sick of searching for others and their approval. He can tell it's his largest audience yet though. 

He doesn’t recognize who is performing the execution but they’re incompetent. The guillotine still isn’t fully set up yet, though it won't be too long until it’s ready.

He has a couple minutes.

He knows Miles and Franziska aren’t here. They had both balked having heard the news, becoming even paler then when they had first visited him in prison, or maybe even more when they learned of the truth. Honestly, with how stringently they had followed in his footsteps, he was surprised they didn’t want him dead. 

Then again, if they really cared they would’ve fought more against it.

But if he had gotten his way, wouldn’t Miles have gone in his place?

No, they wouldn’t have killed him certainly, with how young he was,

Besides, he wouldn’t have allowed it.

Do you think they listen to you? 

He doesn’t know he doesn’t know he doesn’t know he doesn’t know- 

He never knows anything. Where his brother and wife disappeared to, why he took in Miles, why he shot that gun-

Gregory. Of course he’d be thinking about that romanticist in his final hour.

He knew like the heart in his chest that Gregory wouldn’t want this, despite everything.

He’d always been too gracious for his own good.

And how sickening that thought brings him comfort.

Not that anybody cares what victims want. Manfred was aware this execution was primarily a show, a way to make a grand example out of him, for him to become the sacrificial scapegoat of the entire justice system.

Just a weed amongst the flowers, don’t notice that all the soil is polluted! 

Well, no need to stress about that now, that’s a problem for whoever is left.

Besides, they’re all going into that soil in the end.

Along with the many who shared Manfred’s fate, those he’d personally condemned, those who may have committed no crime, who went cursing his name.

Lady Karma really did tie up all loose threads.

Manfred’s called up, he can’t really hear it though. Everything muffled like he’s underwater, always back to the tidepools.

He refuses to take his Buddhist charms off. 

His head still fits perfectly into the pillory.

He can’t see the audience anymore. 

He’s granted the view of endless flower fields instead, orange lilies pulled out unevenly and already dead.

Gregory’s favorite, of course.

He’s asked for his last words.

Manfred does not have any.

He has nothing left to give them.

Up. 

Down.

 Click. 

Finally free. 

No encore.

 No angry yelling, or cursing, or cheering.

Just a trembling silence. ***********************************************************************Those who witnessed the DL-6 Execution Sentence almost unanimously expressed they never expected to see Manfred so serene, especially in the face of death, considering his breakdown in court.  He didn’t struggle or gasp for breath. His expression didn’t even change. He was perfectly still, and died with a perfect smile.

A Von Karma to the end.

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Mountain tattoo

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Located in the beautiful Bow River Valley at the foot of the Canadian Rockies in Alberta, the shop is only a half hour from the mountains in the new Embers of Fireside. Having moved to Cochrane in 2019, they were excited to make this small, scenic town their tattoo base after a long career in Calgary. Small Tattoo Ideas – These terrific small tattoos for men are great for adding more charm to a large tattoo or simply placing somewhere smaller.2021 marks ten years in the tattoo industry for Saga and the beginning of Blue Mountain Tattoo with his girlfriend and co-owner Heather Ashley.Take a look at these funny tattoo ideas for inspiration. They are sure to bring a smile to everyone’s faces and make you giggle every time you think of them. Funny Tattoo Ideas – Add some humor with these fun and playful tattoos.Here are 89 of the most inspiring Semicolon Tattoo ideas. The semicolon tattoo is a popular symbol of an internal and silent struggle. Semicolon Tattoo Ideas – Each tattoo is unique and a representation of its wearer’s style, emotions, and life.If you like these mountain view tattoo ideas then you will love these other ideas! Full Wrap: This is so detailed and perfect! Geometric View: So obsessed with this geometric view.ĥ1. Happiness is: This is such a sweet quote!ĥ0.

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Chest Tattoo: Feeling bold? This chest tattoo is full of adventure!Ĥ7. Star View: A starry lover would adore this mountain view tattoo!Ĥ5. Modern Mountain View: I love this modern mountain tattoo!Ĥ2. Simple Mountains: Looking for something simple? Then you will love this!ģ9. Jeep Mountain View: For all the jeep lovers!ģ8. Mini Mountain Finger Tattoos: Another one of my favorite mini-mountain tattoos!ģ6. Mountain Duo: These mountain duos are perfect for matching tattoos!ģ4. Colorful Diamond Mountain View: Add a little color with this pretty tattoo!ģ3. Mountain Campsite: For all those camping lovers.Ģ9. Circle View: I love the circle view for a mountain tattoo.Ģ8. Floral Wrapped Mountain View: Adding a pretty flower pattern to a mountain view add a fun feminine element.Ģ7. Perfect Coordinates: If you have a favorite mountain spot, or a great memory then adding your coordinates to a mountain view is perfect.Ģ3. Small Moutain View: This small mountain tattoo is perfect for anyone looking for a little fun.Ģ2. Forearm Wrapped Mountains: This forearm mountain is so perfect!Ģ1. Adventure: This is the perfect tattoo for the adventure lover!ġ7. Mountain Bear: I love the way they used the bear as an outline for the mountain view.ġ6. Perfectly Pretty Mountain View: I love the floral around this detailed mountain view.ġ5. Sun Peaking Mountain View: The sun peeking up over these mountains is the perfect tattoo idea!ġ4. Collarbone Mountains: I love the placement of this mountain tattoo!ġ2. Finger Wrapped Mountain View: This finger wrapped mountain view is simple, fun, and so so perfect!ġ0. Mountains full of Trees: I love this mountain view full of trees!ĩ. Reflection: A perfect mountain view reflection.ħ. The Climber: This tattoo is perfect for the avid mountain climber.Ħ. Geometric Mountain Tattoo: This geometric tattoo idea is so fun and such a cool new take on a mountain view.ĥ. Wrist Wrapped Mountain View: I love this cool wrist wrapped mountain tattoo!Ĥ. Good for your Soul Mountain Tattoo Ideasģ. If you’re someone who puts a lot of thought behind your ink, think about how a mountain might represent the obstacles you’ve overcome in your life, or the deep relationship you have with nature. We also climb metaphorical mountains when the hum-drum ceases to be so banal, and instead throws adversity our way.Ī mountain tattoo can be fraught with personal meaning. We climb mountains to get away from the hum-drum of every day life. Mountains have long been a visual used in literature to illustrate the strength, consistency, or pure tenacity of someone or something. John Muir once wrote, “The mountains are calling and I must go.” A mountain tattoo is the perfect choice for someone who wants to always carry the majesty and calm of nature with them. What Is The Meaning of a Mountain Tattoo? The mountains not only make for a great week end escape, but also a beautiful statement tattoo! Whether you’re looking from something minimalist and dainty, or a design as monolithic as Pike’s Peak, we’ve got you covered. Some of us, however, find it in the mountains. There are those of us who find comfort in a cobblestone street or a city skyline. Inside: 51 Good for you Soul Mountain Tattoo Ideas. Home » Nature tattoos » 51 Mountain Tattoo Ideas That Are As Good As Fresh Air Nature tattoos 51 Mountain Tattoo Ideas That Are As Good As Fresh Air

[wanderingpages]

Would you be okay with you bf getting your name tattooed on him or something? Or like matching tattoos with him?

Id tattoo my name on tht mf myself 😤😤 lol nah I hate needles so matching tattoos are out of the question but he has some stuff already that’s like about me anyways lmao so more than okay

[seriowan]

candy bruises - wrecker x f!reader

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⭒ summary: it doesn't take an army to cheer you up - just wrecker, a flower, and a dash of young love ⭒ word count: 3.1k ⭒ cw/tw: (18+) MINORS DNI slight angst in the beginning, fluff, smut: fingering, oral (f!receiving), praise ⭒ song recommendation: like real people do, hozier ; bury me, duendita ⭒ a/n: no, i totally didn't stay up an entire night writing this. i also didn't proofread so we're going in raw, folks. special shoutout to @eloquentmoon who hypes me up and deals with my sleepless hysteria 💀💕 love you breastie!!

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The bluish-purple bruise around your wrist wasn’t permanent. 

   It was a bruise, and like every other bruise that stained your skin, it would fade.

   But the memory behind the bruise would not be so easily forgotten. Even after your skin would return to its normal hue, you would always feel the thick, meaty fingers that latched around your wrist. The tight squeeze that burst the blood vessels underneath the skin. The look on the Imperial’s face when he realized that you were not, in fact, just a meager girl chatting with him at the bar. 

   In that moment, when you felt as if your bones would shatter from the pressure of his squeeze; when your stomach ached as if you swallowed acid and spit it back up, you were so utterly afraid. 

   And it was this fear that nested in your gut. Lingering. Festering. Consuming every single thought since the mission ended. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else, you would always find your eyes drifting back down to the bruise, fingertips ghosting over the perfect silhouette of four fingers and a thumb.

   The boys and Omega were at the parlor, giving you a few hours of silence to mull over your close call in the safety of a dark, empty ship. The door was propped open, allowing a steady stream of cool air to blow through, drawing goosebumps to your bare legs. 

   An oversized GAR sweater and underwear wasn’t the ideal outfit for a cold night, but you didn’t bother changing. The cold chill was somewhat of a reminder that you were alive. Grounding, even if uncomfortable. 

   Your knees were drawn to your chest as you slouched down in the co-pilot’s seat, staring dazedly at your wrist while outlining the shape of the bruise. You lowered your hands in your lap at the sound of footsteps, turning your face towards the cockpit as if looking out the windows. Heavy boots echoed up the ramp before moving into the ship. You didn’t bother turning; the sweet smell of market-fresh Mantell mix was enough of a hint for you to guess who it was. 

   Giving the chair a gentle spin, Wrecker turned you towards him and crouched down to a knee. Lips curling in a shy smile, he removed his hand from his back, revealing a beautiful yellow flower pinched between his fingers. 

   “Found it on the way here,” he said in a shy mumble, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I thought it’d maybe cheer you up a bit.” 

   You bit your quivering lip, lowering your feet down to the ground before leaning over to gently take the flower. It was beautiful, vibrant and colorful and so much like Wrecker. 

   Though you thought it to be impossible, Wrecker somehow managed to make you smile. 

   His face brightened instantly. Brushing a strand of hair from your face, he plucked the flower from your fingers and tucked it behind your ear. A fingertip curled underneath your chin, tipping your head up and tilting it as if to take in your beauty. 

   You flushed pink and pressed your lips together, hiding an absolutely flustered grin. When he arched his brow, quietly challenging you, you rolled your eyes and finally gave in, smiling as far as you could go until your cheeks hurt. 

   “There it is,” he sang teasingly, cupping the side of your face as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone. “There’s my favorite smile.” 

   You cupped his hand and kissed his palm before nestling your cheek into it. As you moved, your sleeve slipped down your arm, exposing the dark bruise that made yours and Wrecker’s smiles disappear. His brow furrowed, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth. 

   You clamped your hand over your wrist and pulled it to your chest, turning your head away with a grimace.

   After a brief pause, Wrecker tenderly cupped the side of your face and turned it back towards him. 

   “You don’t have to feel bad,” he said softly, taking your hands in his own and resting them on your lap. Assurance sat heavily in his gaze as his thumbs grazed over your knuckles. “That Imperial knew somethin’ was up from the beginning. Baby, we all mess up sometimes. Kriff, I mess up all the time, but we still pull through, right? Besides, the mission’s not all that important.” 

   He took your hand, careful to avoid touching the bruise as he raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. 

   “You are.” 

   Wrecker offered you a shy smile that reached his eyes, creasing the corners ever so delicately. It’s the kind of smile that he reserves just for you — soft and gentle and loving in a way that you could never fathom. You couldn’t understand how kindhearted he could be after everything he went through — from the war to Crosshair’s absence, even to the guilt he carried from Bracca, nothing ever seemed to dismiss the warmth behind those gentle eyes. 

   It was a peculiar thing to call Wrecker gentle. To any other person, he was too loud; too destructive; too impulsive, and brash. His size was intimidating, threatening to those who stood on the other end of his blaster. His gravelly voice — a frightening weapon that could cause any opponent to second guess taking him on in a fight. 

   But to you, he was everything. Loving. Caring. Protective. Devoted. 

   His arms were your sanctuary. His kisses, your breath of life. His laughter may have been loud enough to rattle the walls, but it was also enough to make you bloom even on your darkest days. Wrecker was unique in every which way, but every vice, every virtue, all the cracks and blemishes and beautiful pieces… they were all him. 

   Every single piece of him that the universe had to offer was a piece of him that you loved. 

   In turn, he was there to love every single little piece of you. The parts of you that felt fear, anger, resentment. The piece of you that tried to hold back tears whenever he or his brothers got hurt. The pieces of you that were devoted to caring for Omega as if she was your own. He loved the laugh that you always tried to hide behind your hand and the embarrassing way your cheeks and ears would turn pink at every minor inconvenience. Your clumsiness and terrible jokes were his favorites. Enthusiastic stories and bursts of energy were like music to his ears. He adored the fact that you couldn’t sleep at night without kissing him once on the nose and forehead, insisting it was a good luck tradition. He memorized you like you were a poem, reading in between the lines to catch every emotion, every high and low. 

   All of the love, every shred of him that swelled with pride and joy when he looked at you, could be summed up with a single look; a single smile that made his eyes twinkle. 

   And by the gods did that smile make you fall in love with him all over again. 

   Your bruise became a thing of the past. Fear and anxiousness soothed down to comfort; a relief that you were no longer alone and with someone who understood. 

   Wrecker took your hands and stood, effortlessly pulling you to your feet. You couldn’t stop smiling as he smoothly spun you around and dipped you backward. The two of you settled into a gentle sway from side to side, holding one another’s gaze in the beautiful silence. He bent down, pressing his forehead to yours just to feel you relax completely in his arms. 

   You tilted your head, pressing the tip of your nose to his. 

   “You’re sneaky, y’know that?”

   “Not sure what you mean,” he said innocently, lips brushing against your own. After a heartbeat of silence, he spoke in a whisper. “I don’t like seeing you sad.” 

   You stopped dancing, pulling your head back just enough to see the worried expression on his face. His eyes searched yours, flickering back and forth before darting to your lips. He swallowed thickly and wet his lips — a simple action that sent a swarm of butterflies through your gut. 

   Without a word, you took a step back… and another… and another, pulling Wrecker by his hand until you reached the co-pilot’s seat. With a finger against his chest, you gently nudged him into the seat before crawling on his lap. Back against his chest, he wrapped a secure arm around your waist while the other settled on your thigh, drawing invisible hearts on your goosepimpled skin. 

   With a sigh, you laid your head on his shoulder and melted against his chest, surrendering yourself to the safety of his hold. Wrecker’s arm around your waist seemed to tighten when you grabbed his roaming hand and began to pull it closer towards your inner thigh. 

   “I’m not sad,” you quietly breathed, eyes fluttering shut at the pleased rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Not anymore. Not when you’re here with me… touching me…” 

   You guided his fingers underneath the hem of your sweater, biting your lip when the tip of his middle finger grazed your clothed pussy. Another swallow. Another sharp inhale, followed by a slow exhale. You felt his chest rise and fall underneath you; his breath, fanning across your neck as he bent his head and began to kiss the sensitive spot below your ear. 

   The second you pulled your hand away, he tightened his hold around your waist as if to permanently cement you to his chest. The other hand, hidden underneath your sweater, gently pushed aside your panties, teasing a finger through your folds.  

   You sucked in a shaky breath and wedged your bottom lip between your teeth, tilting your head to give Wrecker better access to your neck. His kisses became wet and open-mouthed, growing in their fervency as he started to gain momentum. When his fingers were greeted with a slick warmth, he smiled into your neck.

    “Looks like someone’s happy to see me.” 

   You were too invested in the single finger slowly curling around your clit to answer. It was as if he was purposefully avoiding any further stimulation to make room for the question, “You sure you want this?” 

   “Yes,” you whimpered, clenching the muscles in your thighs when his middle finger traveled down to your entrance. “Gods yes, Wrecker. J-Just please, please make me feel good-” 

   “Shhh.” He briefly sucked your neck before dragging his tongue over the growing lovebite. “You don’t have to beg, princess. I’ll give you whatever you want if you just ask.” 

   Fuck, you were growing lightheaded and he hadn’t even put a finger inside of you yet. Biting your lip, you arched your back, pleased to feel his arm tensing around your waist. Instinctive, like he was afraid you were going to leave. 

   You willed your taut muscles to relax before slowly slouching against his chest. Nuzzling his nose underneath your ear, he made himself comfortable by slinking further down the seat, giving him room to spread his legs. With a quick adjustment of your hips, you parted your thighs a bit wider, earning a deep-chested chuckle.

   “Good girl.” 

   Flutters wracked through your gut, shooting down to your cunt just as Wrecker slipped his finger into your warmth. A pleased yet relieved sigh fell from your lips. You rocked your head back, holding onto him with one arm while the other snaked under your shirt to grope your breast. Grinding his palm against your clit, Wrecker pump his finger in and out, burying it down to the knuckle and curling against your g-spot each time. One of Wrecker’s fingers was as wide as two of your own, filling you just enough to feel nothing but bliss. 

   The steady rub of his palm against your clit was tame at first. Sensual. Slow and steady, just enough to drag out your pleasure until you were dripping onto his armor. He kept lazily dragging his finger in and out of your folds before the ache between your thighs became a needy pulse. 

   While he was quick to work you open, drawing soft mewls and hitched breaths, his tongue continued laying its claim along your neck. He kissed, sucked, and bit to his heart’s content, muttering the soft praise, “Kriff, you taste so sweet,” under his breath.

   “I taste even better here,” you panted, swirling your fingertip around your clit. 

   Wrecker immediately paused, removing his finger from your cunt. 

   “Yeah?” 

   Without a second of hesitation, he took your hand in his own and swiped your finger through your soaked folds. You craned your neck, holding his intense gaze as he raised your slick-coated finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it, giving it a good and hard suck. Tongue swiveling around your digit, he let go with a pop, but not before licking a stripe from knuckle to fingertip. 

   You were stunned into silence, frozen with wide eyes and an open mouth. 

   “You’re right,” he smirked, cocking his head to the side while is wolfish gaze dragged down your body. “You taste like candy, mesh’la.” 

   It took every ounce of willpower to refrain from collapsing as you stood and traded one chair for the other. Wrecker broke eye contact with you when you pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it to the floor, dragging your panties down soon after. Sinking into the seat, you opened your legs and curled a finger. 

   “Come here, baby,” you purred. 

   Lust glossed over his face. Curtly wetting his lips, he slid from the chair to his knees and sat before you with eyes of burning adoration. Large, calloused hands caressed up your legs, marking a path that was followed by his lips. 

   A kiss on the ankle, tender and delicate. 

   “Pretty, just like that flower in your hair, right princess?”

   A kiss on your shin, lingering just long enough for him to breathe in the sweet smell of your skin. 

   “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

   A kiss on your knee, open-mouthed and wet — a sign of his barely-contained desire to ravage you. 

   "So karkin' beautiful."

   You couldn’t help but moan. 

   When he got to your thigh, the kisses became sharper, faster, sloppy and impatient. He nibbled on the skin, sucking just enough to leave a wet trail of cherry-red hickies that inched higher and higher, closer and closer towards your throbbing heat, teasing the skill of his tongue and the forceful suck of his lips.

   Massive hands engulfed your hips, nudging your ass farther down the seat. He took a good long look at your cunt before peppering kisses right around it.  Hooking your legs over his shoulders, Wrecker made sure to lock eyes with you while he lowered his head. He flashed you a smirk just before burrowing his face between your thighs, desperately pulling, kneading, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of your thighs. 

   Tingles shot down your legs as his tongue flicked across your swollen clit without abandon. Sweat glistened all over your body, brought by the heat in your abdomen. You clenched the armrests with white knuckles, chest heaving as you panted for air. 

   “Just like that…” 

   “You’re doing good, baby…” 

   “Jus’ a little longer…” 

      With each flat drag of his tongue, every sharp suck to your clit, each long stripe licked to and fro across your heat, you felt the pressure begin to overflow. The muscles in your cunt clenched, bidding Wrecker’s tongue to slip into your heat. The knot tightened even harder as he fucked you with his tongue, driving you to whimpering moans and wails that echoed out the open door and into the empty hangar. 

   As blissful as it was for you, Wrecker looked just as disheveled kneeling between your thighs. Eyes shut, he ravaged you with satisfaction, eating you for his and your pleasure. He had a slight sway to his hips as if grinding against nothing would alleviate the delightful pressure brought on by the taste of your pussy. 

   Moaning into your cunt sent tingling vibrations straight to your clit. Your back arched and you let out a deep gasp when the muscles in your abdomen and thighs contracted. 

   As your orgasm inched towards its peak, Wrecker's need became insatiable. His hands were now permanently clenching your sides, forcing your writhing hips to stay still while your legs clenched around his head. A deep moan rumbled from his chest as you ground your clit against his tongue. 

   The second he gave your nub a teasing nibble, you were instantly elevated towards your soul-shattering orgasm. Your eyes clenched shut, mouth dropping open as you cried out Wrecker’s name. He mercilessly looped his arms around your thighs, greedily lapping up your release. Your trembling thighs tightened around his head, hips buckling while you rode out your orgasm on Wrecker’s tongue. 

   You sat back in the seat with an exasperated sigh, overcome with exhaustion. Wrecker’s chin and lips were glossy before he dragged his tongue across his lips, savoring your taste once more. With a smirk, he looped your legs around his waist and stood, bringing you up with him. 

   You were boneless. Light as a feather. Limp in his arms with a dazed smile on your face and hazy eyes of total bliss. Every muscle felt relaxed, every stressed bone in your body now weightless. Peace washed over you from head to toe, turning you into a ragdoll of post-sex pleasure and satisfaction.

   Wrecker chuckled, setting you down on the edge of his bunk before going to retrieve your sweater.  You slipped it on as soon as you could, saving yourself from the cold that turned your cheeks and nose pink. Wrecker was quick to clean your mess from the cockpit before stripping his armor and joining you in the bunk. He gently took the flower from your hair (which surprisingly hadn’t fallen off) and placed it beside his helmet on the floor.  

   Since the metal bed was wide enough for just one person, you made yourself comfortable on his chest, intertwining your legs together under the scratchy grey blanket. His fingertips slid underneath your sweater, caressing delicate lines between your shoulder blades. The simple gesture was soothing, drawing goosebumps and a fresh wave of fatigue. Heavy eyelids fluttered shut, though you struggled to keep them open. As you drifted in and out of sleep, Wrecker kissed your forehead, lips lingering. 

   “Mesh’la?” 

   “Hmm?” 

   “Love you. Bruises and all.” 

   Large arms wrapped around you and held you just a bit tighter than before. You smiled and shut your eyes, no longer thinking of the bruise, but all of the beautiful bruises that now painted your skin with memories of bliss and love. 

   As sleepy as you were, you sluggishly cupped his cheek and tilted your head, pressing your lips against his for the night’s final kiss. 

   “I love you too, Wrecker.” 

   And by the gods did you mean it. 

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[faulty-writes]

can i have hc list of iida and fem!reader going to a dance together. and it’s like his reaction to her dress and her wanting to dance and it’s just a whole bunch of fluff please 💖

[ Ah yes, a request for my favorite baby Tenya. This sounds adorable. Let's do it. ]

It all started with an invitation, "I request your company at the Yuuei Annual Dance!" Tenya said, bowing respectfully while holding out a small but neatly decorated envelope.

The envelope itself housed a piece of paper outlining Tenya's intended schedule for the two of you including when he would be picking you up and listed activities for the two of you to engage in at the dance.

You knew that you wouldn't follow his list, but to know that he went through so much effort to ask you to the dance and ensure you would have a wonderful time was sweet.

After some convincing, you managed to pick out a dress that wasn't too low cut, showed off your figure, and would essentially make you stand out. "Isn't it so perfect!?" Ashido exclaimed as she grabbed your shoulders. "He won't be able to resist you!"

His eyes widened much like yours when the two of you finally saw each other. Tenya was dressed in a dark blue suit with his hair slicked back and glasses absent from his face. This allowed you to get a view of his beautiful red eyes which seemed to contrast the color of his suit.

Meanwhile, those eyes seemed busy tracing you up and down with a slightly ajar mouth. "I...f-forgive me," he stuttered, catching you off guard. "You look beautiful and I am quite honored to spend the evening with you," he stated.

Your flushed cheeks were concealed by the dim lighting in the room accompanied by soft music. Your eyes were focused on the dance floor and the few couples that were preoccupying it. You couldn't help but smile, hoping to share at least one dance with Tenya.

"I hope this corsage will not otherwise clash with your current outfit," he said. "Pardon my touch," he gently grasped your wrist in order to slip the corsage on. It seemed to sparkle and had the most beautifully decorated flowers you'd ever seen.

"I believe it would be wise to replenish ourselves at the provided snack table," Tenya insisted, guiding you away before you had the chance to ask him for a dance. But, you assumed this was part of the detailed schedule you hadn't bothered to read.

You were beginning to feel antsy when Tenya happened to spot his friends Izuku and Uraraka and since he had outlined an hour of social conversation into his schedule, you ended up being stuck at the snack table for longer than you intended.

"Y/n is quite exceptional in her heroics," Tenya mentioned, trying to include you in the conversation as he not only noticed how unhappy you looked but how you seemed to be fascinated by the dancefloor.

After excusing the two of you from his friends, he guided you to a quiet corner before addressing your behavior. "Are you feeling unwell? You were rather quiet despite my attempts to allow you to contribute to the conversation," he said, noting your frown.

You ended up blurting out that you had wanted to dance with him and that the previous conversation with his friends was taking up that time. "Forgive me..." he said, holding a hand to his chest. "I was not aware that was your intention and if you so desire, may I have this dance?" he asked, extending his hand out to you.

Though a bit hesitant and stubborn, you accepted and once he guided you to the dancefloor, you nuzzled into his chest causing his body to stiffen. "I...v-very well, I suppose a dance requires such closeness," he commented, although he was not used to such a thing, he nonetheless welcomed it.

Toward the end when everyone was leaving, you managed to convince Tenya for one last dance. "I do hope the evening has been pleasant for you," he said causing you to lift your head. "I hope you will accept my invitation next year as well," he said before hesitantly leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

[subhlibrary]

can u rec fics where harry is really slutty

this is basically all of my recs lmao but here’s some more <33

Your God Shaped Hole Tonight by objectlesson (8k)

Harry gets railed by five huge cocks at public play party.

Desperate for it by blankiehxrry (2k)

Harry doesn't believe it when the boys tell him that he's loud during sex. He asks Louis to prove it to him. Things might get out of hand. everything from this author tbh

Double the Fun by stretchmybones (1k)

Based on the photo of Harry in NYC wearing the blue bandana and pearl necklace simultaneously. My brain screamed "day collars" at me and then I wrote this lil fic.

A slut in my eyes by blankiehxrry (2k)

Harry is a Playboy bunny.

I have often prayed for an angel by orphan_account (2k)

the one in which Louis fucks Harry in the VS wings after he wears them onstage. i might’ve recced this before but idc it’s a fave

 Medicine by thisisafamilyshow_orisit (3k)

Another very self-indulgent fic featuring Harry with an oral fixation and Louis being Daddy af.

We Were Too Young by alurringmind (2k)

Louis expected that to satiate Harry. Much to his dismay, it did not. They ran late to the interview, as Harry decided to take his time showering and picking out clothes. During the interview, he kept talking over the other boys, avoiding questions, goofing off, and making countless sexual innuendos. Management chastised him several times, but it didn't stop there. In the dressing room after the interview, the boys were all sitting on the couch as Harry was wrestling Niall to the ground after ruining Liam's new shoes and fucking up Zayn's hair.

He was gonna get it.

FUCKING BRAT!!! by wannabebestseller (2k)

Louis is a busy CEO now and Harry wants attention so he becomes a monster brat.

When The Wolves Come Out by rosemarianthyme (1k)

It didn’t matter that Louis would never once pop a knot or that Harry’s slick was always artificial. When Harry was whining desperately against his neck and Louis was growling low in his chest he could only grab Harry’s hips and pant out 'Omega.'

You Love the Way I Ride It by stylinsexualxo (1k)

Its just a smutty one shot in which Louis gets bored and Harry gets horny on the way home.

ain't this what you came for (don't you wish you came) by sugarbabyharry (2k)

Harry is married and Louis happened to be his secret lover who's really good at fucking.

Black Flowers Blossom, Fearless on My Breath by cupcakentea (4k)

Louis and Harry shotgun in public, a very private moment ensues

i heard you had a slut mouth by lohoron (32k)

Louis fucks Harry once at a frat party and suddenly forgets how to act. i definitely recced this before but it’s my favorite smut fic ever sorry

Thank You, Daddy by fournipplesau (10k)

 Harry's hot, wet mouth is around him before Louis even has the chance to blink, and it feels so good, the icy sting of the frozen dessert disappearing as Harry's soft tongue laps it up. After Harry swallows, he pulls off the head of Louis' cock and then dips down to trail his tongue up the shaft, collecting the bits that dribbled down. "Yummy. Thank you, daddy." He hums pleasantly.

Or the one where Louis gets an idea, and Harry wears panties this whole series tbh

scream for air to breathe by toplinson (5k)

 harry gives louis five orgasms for his birthday

smile in slow motion by istajmaal (24k)

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry's dom and maybe also his soulmate

it's all for you, everything i do by moonshinelouis (2k)

Harry's needy, Louis plays bored.

Whoever, However by Brooklyn_Babylon (8k)

Louis could feel his heart rate pick up as he positioned the camera and Harry slowly stood up. They both knew what came next –– it had been clearly outlined in the advert Harry answered. The studio Louis worked for was filming a new series of camboy videos. Louis’ job was to make it look like amateur porn –– sweaty, sensual, dirty –– but well lit and edited. He was an artist, thank you very much.

Or: Louis has a much better day at work than he’d expected.

give it to me like i want it by orphan_account (1k)

Harry is overwhelmed by Louis's size and after being fucked by him, he just can't stop wanting to have him inside of him at every opportunity.

[aqricus]

hello atsushi aphrodisiac anon is back w another atsushi brainrot: underground fighter! atsushi

underground fighter! atsushi who’s so sweet to you 🥺 pre-paying for your favorite drink at a cafe next door when you get off of work, buying you flowers on random days just cause he loves you, coming home and hugging you from the back and ducking his head to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder, tension slowly seeping out of him as he nuzzles your neck 🥺

underground fighter! atsushi who’s completely different when he’s in the ring- his grin is feral, his eyes gleam gold in the fluorescent lights as he eyes his opponent. he’s in his gym shorts that hang low on his hips and you can’t help but be drawn to the sight of his v line as he breathes slowly, wiping his mouth with his fist clenched.

underground fighter! atsushi who kisses the chain you got him before every match- who bites that same chain while you suck him off in the locker room to congratulate him on his win; one hand is holding your hair away from your face while his other one is clenched on the edge locker, denting the metal- he’s flushed down to his shoulders as his head lolls back when you take him down your throat

underground fighter! atsushi who fucks you against the wall of the locker room- your legs tight around his hips, his hands gripping your ass as he brings you hips down to meet every thrust- your nails scratching down his shoulders as he groans in your ear before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, moaning into your mouth as you clench around him when you cum- you whine softly when he pumps you full right after, and

just,,, underground fighter! atsushi

(also, i hope you’re doing well arba! twisted wonderland looks interesting,,, i may have to download 👀 also, if i may ask, can i please be 🥺 anon? if that’s taken then 💃🏽 anon?)

sorry sorry, babe! i loved this ask so much i was gonna keep it for myself :(( but i decided that it would be better if shared with the public. this ask had me frothing at the mouth like anon what the FUCK—UNDERGROUND FIGHTER ATSUSHI? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? toes curling heart racing hands shaking im gonna SCREAM—

atsushi’s energy switch-up has my clothes magically disappearing, because he really would be so sweet n’ doting with you :( just to turn around and lay somebody out on the floor of the ring with a rivulet of blood dripping from his split lip and eyebrows furrowed over eyes hardened into a cold glare and lean chest heaving with exertion. he’s too strong for his own good, but his touch is so gentle and warm when he holds you close or peppers kisses across your face just bc he likes seeing you smile.

ALL of this just—UGH i wanna kiss you on the forehead so badly rn :( bc the duality of him kissing the chain before a match for good luck and later it glinting from its place hooked around his canines when he pants shamelessly at the feeling of your mouth working him over :( his hand being woven carefully through your hair while the other is denting the metal locker :( post-fight sex where he’s all sweaty and bruised and you’re wiggling around whining about him being all gross and needing to shower but you wrap your legs around his waist and moan against his neck anyway when he stuffs you full :( his gym shorts being so loose you swear you can see the outline of his dick shifting against the fabric as he bounces around the ring :( him damn near purring against your chest when you sit on his lap and patch him up and run your fingers through his hair and kiss his bruises and praise him for doing such a great job :( him being covered in scratches from your acrylics but no one ever questioning it whenever he removes his shirt to train due to the multitude of other old scars and bruises he’s sustained throughout his fighting career :(

[kashi-prompts]

Rating: T

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader

Genre: Fluff. Teeth rotting fluff.

"It's stifling in here," the silver-haired Hokage managed, slipping a finger under his mask to let the air hit his face. He took a deep breath, trying to relax the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Kakashi," Gai stood from the wooden chairs before the Hokage's desk, "relax, my friend. I've never seen you so tense."

"I'm not tense," Kakashi brushed off Gai's hard reassuring pat on the back.

"The crease between your eyes has never been so prominent," Gai poked his friend's forehead, stopping him. Kakashi sighed heavily, meeting Gai's gaze.

"I'm fine," he reassured his friend.

"Having second thoughts?" Gai nudged him.

Kakashi looked at his friend and pushed past him to walk to his desk, "no, never. Are my robes here yet?"

"Then what is it?" Guy followed him, watching him as he shuffled papers around on his desk, "We're so young; how could anything bother you on your wedding day?"

"I'm not bothered," Kakashi turned, looking at his oldest friend, giving him a reassuring promise. "Just a little nervous."

The silver-haired shinobi turned Hokage had never felt this way before. His chest swirled with tightness, and his mind raced from thought to thought. The whole village had its eyes on him and [y/n] today. Every gaze would be turned to their marriage, the Hokage and his new wife.

Gai slapped Kakashi on the back again, smiling broadly, "I'm happy for you, my old friend. You're a lucky one."

Kakashi laughed nervously, his fingers pushing the hair at the nape of his neck down. He still hadn't gotten used to the missing thicker locks that had been cut off earlier in the week. His mind traveled to his bride, dreamily manifesting the image of what she would look like walking towards him. He felt his chest tighten more, exhaling shakily.

"Your haori is ready," Yamato came through the office door, towing the Hokage's formal attire behind him carefully. Kakashi nodded, realizing the ceremony would be beginning shortly. He turned to the window behind his desk, looking down at the ceremony space designated for his wedding behind the Hokage's manor. Guests were trickling in one by one, all being greeted by Iruka, whom he had appointed.

"Perfect!" Gai exclaimed, grabbing the attire from Yamato's grasp, "let's get this party ROLLING!"

The sunlight was overbearing on his back as he made his way down the steps towards the ceremony space. His haori fit nicely, but the black, heavy material felt like two weights on his shoulders. He smiled at the guests, greeting the other Kage's respectively. Each congratulated him and encouraged him to not worry about hosting duties on his big day.

Kakashi looked around, taking in the surroundings for a moment as he adjusted his sleeves. Then, he thought of the day he asked y/n to marry him. Sitting quietly under a tree, her head had leaned against his shoulder, dozing off after their rather long walk to their favorite quiet spot on the outskirts of Konoha.

The wisteria blossoms had been in full bloom, dangling above them to create a sea of lavender-colored petals. He had taken her hand as she rested, silently and covertly slipping a ring on her finger with his shaking, cold hands. She hadn't budged at his movements, her breath shallow against the side of his neck.

"I love you," he had whispered against the shell of her ear, "and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her eyes had fluttered open in surprise, dazed by his words. His fingers had grasped her hand gently and pulled them to his lips, kissing the tip of her ring finger with a tender, fervent gaze. When the realization had hit her, her arms had flown around him, pulling him close to her with a shower of kisses and affectionate affirmations following.

Looking back, the thought enveloped him in a warmth that wasn't from the sun casting down.

"Kakashi," Iruka called out, a smile stretched across his lips as he checked his watch, "all the guests have arrived."

"Good," Kakashi nodded, "I guess that means we're almost ready."

"Yes," Iruka smiled again eagerly. He hesitated for a moment and then leaned in, his voice just above a whisper. "It's time to go get your bride."

Kakashi looked over quickly at Iruka, his eyes glistening with excitement and nervousness. Iruka raised his eyebrows, urging the Hokage to go meet his future wife.

*****

You stood in your kimono, flattening the white fabric out nervously at your waist. Your hands felt clammy, and your heart thumped uncomfortably in your chest. Glancing at the clock, you couldn't help but think of the moments that ticked by that brought you closer to being Kakashi's wife.

Reaching up, you traced your eyelashes with the back of your finger, feeling the moisture from your eyes lying modestly between them. The emotions in your chest were overwhelming you, threatening to burst at any second. The joy consumed you as you inhaled heavily, feeling your lungs expand before letting out a shaky breath.

At one last glance, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes fluttered from the ornate flower in your hair, the rouge on your cheeks down to the bouquet you held at your waist. So this was really happening, you thought.

The sound of a gentle knock on the door caused your heart to skip into your throat. You turned, watching the handle turn quietly before opening a crack.

"[y/n]?" you heard Kakashi's hesitant yet soft voice from behind the opening.

"Yes?" you asked, unsure as to why. You had been waiting for him - for this moment when he would open the door and see you for the first time in your wedding dress. Your heart quivered in your ribcage.

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly, the smile evident in his voice.

"Yes," you replied, your voice exuding like a content sigh.

He didn't swing the door open like some men would, eager to see their bride and get down the aisle. Some men would never even think to knock, knowing full well that what was behind that door was theirs. But the Hokage was different, gentle in more ways than one, yet fiercely protective of what was his.

You hadn't realized you had been holding your breath as you watched him open the door. The sight of his slender fingers tenderly gripping the knob was all you could focus on for a moment, the overwhelming excitement and nervousness engrossing every cell in your body.

But when you finally looked up at him, your eyes catching his, everything felt peaceful. Nothing else mattered except for the gentle upturn of his eyebrows and the soft slope of his lips that curled into a smile. The recognition of his uncovered expression that you only saw intimately sent an electric shock through your body.

The distance between you both disappeared almost immediately. You felt the dance of his fingertips curve around your waist, pulling you close to him as you stifled a giggle of excitement that quickly turned into tears of delight. Tears brimmed at your eyes as you hugged him close, feeling his steady body against your chest and his fingertips spread between the skin of your shoulder blades. Nothing mattered at that moment.

"You look so beautiful," you felt his lips brush against your ear. You smiled against his jaw, feeling the soft prickle of his skin and the scent of his aftershave fill your senses.

"I wasn't expecting you to not wear your mask," you whisper into his neck as your hands hung lazily around his body. But, instead, you felt his hands gently grasp your shoulders, pulling you away to look at you. Your eyes scanned his face, the small mole on his chin resurrecting the smile you couldn't quite tame.

"I figured you'll be my wife shortly, so you should certainly get used to it," he lifted his finger and traced the curve of your own jaw, the feeling of his rough index finger traveling across your skin sent an electric shock through you. You felt heat erupt within you, and by the firm look he gave you, he had felt it too.

"Will you not be wearing it during the ceremony?" You asked hopefully.

He chuckled, pulling you back into his chest. You felt the echo of his laugh reverberate against you.

That was a no.

*****

The surreal environment you walked into with your fiance on your arm felt like you had been transported into a far-off dream you had had many months ago. The realization that all of your planning and praying for things to singularly come together to this moment overwhelmed your senses.

You looked down the aisle at Kakashi, his mask returned to cover his sharp features. Yet, a part of you didn't mind. It was the familiar face you had fallen in love with. You could see the shadow of a grin under the fabric of his face as you walked towards him. Sakura blossoms bobbed all around you, whispering in the breeze that swept his short hair to the side even more.

Once you reached him, you could see the outline of red around his eyes. The man who never showed his emotions in public unless absolutely necessary couldn't help but be overcome with passion at the sight of his bride. You reached for his hand, feeling the clamminess of his skin as you threaded your fingers through his. You smiled at him, and he leaned over to plant a soft kiss on your temple.

****

"You may kiss your bride," was all you heard as the ceremony ended. You looked up at him, delirious with joy as he smiled down at you, his wife. You narrowed your eyebrows when he didn't immediately press his lips to yours at the reader's consent. He waved your maid of honor over, pointing to your bouquet that she held for you.

"This?" your maid of honor asked, holding up the floral arrangement. He nodded, taking it from her as your attendees continued to cheer. You took it from her and looked back at him, puzzled by his strange request.

But when he pulled your wrist up to cover both of your faces with the bouquet, it all made sense. Shielding the two of you from the audience, you felt the pleasing satisfaction of his bare lips to yours, the sensation enough to send an electric shock through every cell in your body as he pulled your waist closer to his hips. Your whole body blushed at the thrill of kissing your husband without his mask in front of a hundred or so people.

Pulling away breathlessly, he looked down at you, relishing the look of awestruck satisfaction on your face as he pulled his mask back over his nose. Setting the bouquet back at your waist, you gave a dazed smile to the cheering attendees.

As you turned back to the ever louder cheering guests, you felt his lips touch the shell of your ear while you walked back down the aisle.

"Was that good enough for you?" He quipped, smiling behind his mask. You giggled at his remark, waving to your guests.

As you reached a private place behind the crowd, you let out a long sigh, waving your hand to fan yourself. You smiled, joy filling every nerve ending in your body.

Looking out at the crowd that dispersed to a cocktail hour, you felt the warm embrace of the Hokage's arms around your waist. You sighed again, inhaling his scent as he buried his lips in your neck. You felt his grip tighten on your hips.

"I love you," you murmured to him, caressing the hand on your hips. Quickly, he turned you around to face him, searching your face as if to emanate with his eyes how he was feeling.

"I don't think you understand," he whispered to you, his hand on your jaw. You reached up, your fingers brushing over his knuckles and the warm wedding band on his fingers.

"Understand what?" You giggled.

His face remained serious, his gaze overwhelming.

"Understand what?" You repeated quietly.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

[kung-laos-hat]

Infatuation

Liu Kang x Fem!Reader

This is my first fic on here :) not proof read yet‼️

Summary: Reader was an orphan Raiden found and raised in the temple. Despite being close in ages, Kung Lao and Liu were forbidden from really interacting with her because Raiden feared they’d become a distraction to each other. One night Liu Kang catches her sneaking around the temple, and doesn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity to talk to her

It was no secret that out of all the students Master Raiden took on, (Y/n) was by far one of his favorites. Although he would never dare to outright say it, the proof of this matter became pretty evident in their day to day life. (Y/n) was always the pupil standing behind him or to the side whenever another god payed the temple a visit, she was always given the most formidable missions and tasks, and to top it all off, she trained one-on-one with the Master himself and forbid most of the monks from interacting with her.

Now, Raiden could have placed this rule down for several reasons, but the most prominent one seemed to be because (Y/n) was the only female amongst his students, and so he mandated this in order to protect her well being. After all, who knew what evil might lurk in the hearts of these young men, Raiden thought. As one of his best pupils, (Y/n) couldn’t afford any distractions, nor could the others such as Liu Kang or Kung Lao.

Aside from that, Raiden had raised (Y/n) since she was a child, and as much as he hated to admit, he’d grown rather fond of her as not only a student, but as a daughter. So why wouldn’t he want to ensure no monk came to mettle in her business?

___

Raiden’s rule came with strict precautions and schedules to ensure (Y/n) would never really have to interact with the young men. I say young, because at the end of the day, (Y/n) needed someone to spar with, and Raiden couldn’t always be the one to fight her, so he permitted one of the trustworthy older monks to train with her under supervision every once and a while. Other than that, (Y/n)’s social interactions were limited to the household workers, such as the nurses.

This didn’t mean (Y/n) was oblivious to the existence of the monks around her age or younger. As the years carried on, and (Y/n) blossomed into a young woman, Raiden thought it was suitable to have her assist the children in their training. Her presence, he found, had a calming effect on the children and they quickly took a liking to her. However, this new position allowed her to see the monks around her age in passing or on the other side of the training grounds.

Still, none of them ever spoke to her outside of the casual greetings, thank you’s, and goodbyes.

___

“Do you want spar again later on today?” Liu Kang asked as he took a seat on the ground next to Kung Lao and grabbing his water.

Kung Lao ushered for him to pass the water to him. “Mmm,” He hummed thoughtfully, “We could try, but I think Master Raiden is having the younger monks use the training grounds while he’s out.”

Liu handed him the water and ran a sweaty hand through his hair. “If he’s out, then who’s leading them?”

Kung Lao took a generous sip from the bottle and placed it on the ground. “(Y/n)(L/n) is.” He answered, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“(Y/n)?” Liu furrowed his brows together in confusion. “She’s been here just as long as I have, yet I don’t believe I’ve ever held an actual conversation with her.”

Kung Lao huffed, “Good. Master would have your head if you did.”

Liu gave him a puzzled look.

“Elder god’s rule!” Kung Lao cheered with false enthusiasm, “None of us are allowed to bother her. But as you can see, she’s been placed in charge of the children, so who knows? It doesn’t seem reasonable to me, really.”

“Huh.” Liu mused. I suppose he’d gotten so accustomed to his schedule that he didn’t even notice how little he interacted with the girl. Hell, he’d completely forgotten about that dumb rule.

“She’s an interesting girl, that’s for sure,” Kung Lao continued.

Just as he said that, the door in the hallway connected to their training court opened and the girl in question emerged, making her way down the hallway.

“Speak of the devil, there she is,” Kung Lao laughed.

(Y/n) turned her head at the sound of his voice and offered them both a smile and a wave as she passed by.

Kung Lao waved back enthusiastically. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” He whispered to Liu, but Liu was too captivated to respond.

His jaw loosened and all he could do was stare at her and only her, as if he was a camera in portrait mode. The wold around her seemed to blur and the light of the sun reflecting off of her skin and clothes made it seem like she was glowing. Liu Kang took in as much detail as he could; the tilt of her head, how her hair framed her face, the curve of her smile, everything. It all seemed magnificent and surreal.

He’d seen her before, surely, but somehow in that very moment something clicked in his mind. Something deep inside him had begun to build up and bubbled it’s way around his entire body. Liu felt like he was sick, but there was no nausea and his body didn’t ache. Instead his throat felt as it had closed and his chest tingled and burned. He brought a hand up and clenched the fabric in between his pectorals. As (Y/n)’s figure disappeared into the other side of the temple, Liu exhaled sharply.

“Liu?”

Perhaps this was the first time he’d taken the time to truly look at her, and that’s why he was feeling this way.

“Liu Kang?”

Maybe he’d been too concentrated on training and improving himself.

Liu was pulled out of his thoughts by Kung Lao flicking his forehead as hard as he could.

“OW— Lao—,” He whined.

Kung Lao chuckled, “I said your name twice.”

Liu’s frown dropped, “Oh, I apologize.” His gaze fell down to his feet in embarrassment.

A sly smile tugged at the ends of Kung Lao’s mouth as he realized what was going through Liu’s head.

“As I was saying,” He cleared his throat, “She’s beautiful. Truly something special, huh?” He teased.

Liu let out a sarcastic laugh and shoved the other male playfully.

The next couple of days Liu’s infatuation with (Y/n) would only grow stronger and more visible to Kung Lao and the others around them. It was interesting to see Liu become passionate about something other than being the “chosen one” for a change. Now the question was how long would it take before he couldn’t help but approach her?

___

Another tedious lesson was over and the two friends could not have been more eager to burst out of the room down roam the halls of the temple to their rooms, but Liu and Kung Lao knew better than to display such uncultivated behavior in front of their master. Once they and the other boys had been dismissed and were out of view from Raiden, Liu began his usual tangent.

“I saw her twice after morning practice, did I tell you?” He began stretching his arms above his head, “I waved and she—,”

“I know, Liu.” Kung Lao chuckled, “You told me all of this during our lunch. I’m beginning to think you’re becoming a little... obsessed with poor (Y/n).”

Liu slapped Kung Lao’s shoulder playfully, “I’m not obsessed, I assure you. I’m just curious as to why Master Raiden won’t let us talk to her.”

Kung Lao opened the pathway to their rooms and shook his head and they continued to walk. “I’m sure he has his reasons. And besides, it’s not good to be so fixated on this when you should be focused on training, Liu.”

Liu cocked and eyebrow at his friend. “What do you mean?”

Kung Lao stopped walking and gave him and knowing look, the corners of his mouth pulling up in amusement as if he was refraining a smile. “Don’t pretend like that little slip up during sparing a day ago while (Y/n) entered happened by sheer coincidence.”

Liu huffed and turned his face away stubbornly. “I didn’t expect her to be watching. I’m not used to fighting with an audience quite yet, that’s all.”

Now that was definitely a lie. Kung Lao knew Liu Kang saw himself as the golden boy amongst their peers, and who could blame him. He was a magnificent fighter.

“If that’s what you want me to believe, then so be it.” Kung Lao flicked the other boy’s forehead, then went off to tidy himself up before bed.

It wasn’t terribly late into the evening yet, but late enough that the sun has completely gone down and most of the temple residents were already asleep. Liu followed in his cousin’s footsteps and heading towards the showers. Afterwards the two boys spent another hour or so talking and playing games together until Kang Lao finally bid Liu goodnight.

Liu stayed behind to put away their things and was about to head out for the night, but when he stepped out into the open grand hall he noticed a figure quickly hide themselves behind one of the columns in the distance. His first reaction would of been to pounce and attack the being right then and there, but he knew he’d have to deal with a lot of angry side eyed glances tomorrow if it turned out to be a false alarm. A stealthy approach was better.

The boy casually pretended as if he was entering another section of the temple and hid behind the wall until he heard feint footsteps going the opposite direction. He took this opportunity to create some distance between him and the figure, just enough that it’d be difficult for them to sense them, but still allowed Liu to follow them.

Down the grand hall, towards the back of the temple, out into the training courts, and...

Into the greenhouse?

If this was a thief, they obviously weren’t a very smart one, for nothing of value would be found in the garden, Liu thought to himself. The garden itself was nothing impressive. Just a small room that was barely the size of a large shed. It contained a collection of flowers, potted trees and herbs that the nurses kept to replenish their stock every once and a while. Liu Kang peered in from the distance behind one of the trees outlining the entrance way, and finally identified the being as the girl he’d been thinking about nearly all week.

It was (Y/n). She placed a lantern that she’d been carrying with her onto the ground and look out a match from her pocket, then crouched down beside it. Seeing as the temple was in no danger, Liu Kang turned around to leave, but the shuffle of the branches startled (Y/n). She quickly summoned her (weapon/power) and darted out of the greenhouse. In her panic, the girl executed one swift blow to the tree, which Liu ducked and narrowly dodged.

“Calm yourself! It’s just me!” Liu whisper-yelled as he revealed himself, holding his hands in front of his chest defensively.

(Y/n) unclenched her fists and allowed her arms to fall to her side. She exhaled in relief, “You— what are you...? I apologize, I shouldn’t have assumed you were an attacker.” Her gaze fell to the floor in embarrassment.

Liu shook his head, “No, no, it was my mistake! I followed you out here on false pretenses that you were a burglar.”

The girl smiled and stifled a laugh. She tilted her head slightly upward to get a better look at the young man in front of her. He was in his normal attire, with his dark hair falling just about his shoulders and framing his face and neck quite nicely. (Y/n) would’ve been tempted to stare at him a little longer if not for the predicament she was in now.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Liu Kang. You see, I’m so busy during the day— and although I know Master wouldn’t approve of it, I come out here when everyone’s alseep just to have time to myself.” She explained frantically, “I don’t— please don’t misinterpret my intentions, I was just—,”

“It’s alright, (Y/n).” Liu smiled, slightly flustered, placing a hand on her shoulder, “No need to explain yourself further. I won’t tell anyone. In fact this entire conversation is technically forbidden, mind you.”

(Y/n) was looking directly at Liu Kang now, and something about his presence was extremely calming to her.

“That’s right...” She mumbled, “You should go then, I don’t want to cause you any more inconvenience, Liu Kang.”

“Just Liu is fine.” He could feel the giddy feeling in his chest growing stronger each time she said his name. In truth, he didn’t want to leave her just yet. He glanced back at the greenhouse and spotted the perfect excuse. “But before I go,” His hand trailed down from her shoulder to her hand, and she accepted it. Liu tugged her back towards the greenhouse.

“I see that in your hurry to kill me, you’ve lost your match.” He smiled playfully at her and picked up the lantern on the floor. Letting go of her hand, he summoned a small flame and lit the wick of the candle inside. Then Liu took (Y/n)’s hands and wrapped it around the side of the glass boy firmly.

“There.” He nodded in satisfaction. “Please accept this as my apology for interrupting your evening.”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and nodded back. “Thank you, Liu, but,” Her eyes flickered down to the lantern, then back up at him with a hint of mischief, “now that you know my secret, how will I know if you’ll actually keep it?”

“What?” Liu frowned, pretending to take offense, “Is my word not good enough? In that sense, how do I know you’re not actually a burglar?”

“I suppose we’ll just have to keep an eye of each other from now on.” (Y/n) shrugged.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then bursted into a fit of giggles. (Y/n) sighed and placed the lantern on the ground.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then? It works for both of us. Your secret stays a secret, and I get to talk to you.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up at his words, although I doubt Liu Kang could see it with just a lantern for light. “I look forward to it then. Goodnight Liu.”

Liu placed a small kiss on the back of (Y/n)’s hand, impressed with his own boldness.

“Goodnight.”

___

Bonus:

The next morning, (Y/n) rounded up the younger monks to observe the elder ones practice. She subtly waved to both Liu Kang and Kung Lao before taking her seat behind the children. Just as a match was about to commence, Master Raiden appeared in the entrance and made his way to the center of the court. The monks exchanged confused glances until Raiden spoke.

“Alright, which of you imbeciles destroyed one of my trees?”

[thesmokingguns]

Izzy Stradlin smut 41

OOPS. Strap in because this is a ride.

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI. Violence, Sex.

41. "“call me that again.”

It was one of those fights that you were battling with words and who could yell louder and do more damage. The type of fight where it went from just a little thing to you taking your arm and swipping at the bar cart, sending crystal decanters, amber liquid and all of the things that Izzy seemed to love more than you tumbling to the floor in a wet pile of glass.

He had reacted by smashing his guitar against the wedding picture you had hung on the wall knocking down what you viewed as a symbol of love and smashing his favorite guitar in the meantime.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're fucking crazy!" you screamed, pushing him out of the way as you fell to your knees, pushing glass off the pictures that had just been smashed.

"CALL ME THAT AGAIN." He roared at you, ready to keep the fight going all night. But you were crying, hot streaming tears as you wiped away glass, not caring as they cut your fingers. There he was holding you in his arms looking down at you with that look that showed how much he cared. And here you were standing at the alter hand and hand under the flowers, and there you were kissing under the mistletoe that you insisted on having because of course you wanted a winter wedding.

Hard sobs escaped your lips as you held the pictures, slightly damaged from his guitar slamming into the wall and smashing them. Tracing the outline of your faces as you hugged them close to your chest.

"Hey, hey, are you crying for real? No bullshit?" the voice behind you asked as it neared closer. "Jesus Christ, you're bleeding everywhere." he was grabbing you under the armpits picking you off the floor and moving into the bathroom.

But you were so mad at him. So fucking mad.

"Get off me. Get the fuck off me." you held the wedding pictures in your hands as you pushed him away from you. You had gone for his booze and he had went for your heart. You were so angry that the reaction he had to you breaking the alcohol was to take it out on the pictures that you cherished.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry! We both just got out of hand. Stop, you're fucking bleeding everywhere." he was trying to force you to sit on the toilet but you were so sad. So angry him.

But he was holding your hands, cleaning the blood off as you hissed and cried. Not from the pain but this was what your life was like. He was so gentle as he tweezed out the pieces of glass stuck there. Swearing under his breath when he found another sharp edge jutting out. He finally finished, white bandages and gauze wrapped around your smaller hands. His lips pressed to the palms as he looked up at you from where he was crouched on the floor.

"This is too much, Izzy." Your voice was hoarse from the screaming match that had just happened. "This isn't what I want in my life. We're going to be in our thirties in a blink of an eye and you're taking your anger out on me from the fucking band." he flinched at your words because it was true. "You need to figure your shit out and I need to figure my shit out. And we can't do it together." his eyes widened and he was shaking his head.

"You can't leave, Y/N. You can't fucking leave me. You're all I care about. Fuck the band. Fuck the money. Fuck it all. I'll go back to the old days and play at the Whisky again. Just don't fucking leave me." there was this fear in his voice and you grabbed your hands, pushing at Izzy as he wrapped himself around you.

You know that you couldn't just leave him. There was something that sewed the pair of you together. The love for each other so strong that it made up for all the bad moments. All the glass on the floor couldn't crack how you felt.

"I just want to go to bed." you muttered, holding his head in your lap, fingers funning through the dark hair. He melted you with his need for you. He made you feel important with the way that he loved you.

As you laid in the bed you could feel his lips on your bare stomach, kissing the flesh there as you held him to you. This was the sweet Izzy, so easy to love and be with. The Izzy that wasn't coked out or fucked up drunk. This was your Izzy.

"I want to make love to you." Your heard him mutter, "The soft shit." you chuckled at this but he was sitting up, eyes serious. "We need to make love. That way we can start tomorrow with a new start." So you nodded your head, letting him drag you into a kiss. HIs lips like sweet candy on yours.

His hands were peeling off your tank top, mouth searching your skin, whispering the silly words of praised against the flesh. His lips fluttered over your nipples, licking the buds in twirling tongue motions that had your back arching off the mattress. His smile dancing across his face as he got the reaction he wanted.

Both of you naked, just making out like teenage. Pressing your bodies against each other in grinding motions for a little more. Hands tracing 'I love you' across skin as you got ready for more.

The way your legs locked together Izzy just pushed up and he was in you. Sliding him into the warm of your body. His cock nestled in you. You held each other, eyes searching for a reaction to feeling the other person, kissing in between these soft thrusts of hips. Riding each other in soft waves of passion.

It was this slowness, drawing out the pleasure from each others bodies. The quietness of each other, the sighs of pleasure, the soft kisses on the side of your lips. The feeling of your nipples pressed against his chest, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass. The whole feeling of our body on fire for him.

The way his legs wove with yours, both of your seeming to cling to each other like you were drowning and the other person was your life raft. It was needy and important and your soul connected with his to recharge after your fight. You made love to forgive each other for the words spoken. Your bodies apologizing and forgiving each other.

And when you came it was consuming orgasm, the one where you watched the way each others faces made the crumpled O faces. Not exactly sexy but so desperate. The way your lips searched for each other, the sweat of you both mixing together to form one essence.

Izzy had been right. Making love was exactly what you needed.