#wc: 707

[bexstevie]

STEVIE PARK - do better performance.

d-day.

stevie sucks in a sharp breath, rocking on his heels as he waits for his turn. the smiles he offers to his fellow participants are close-lipped and shy, small talk made for a couple of fleeting moments until he’s fallen back into silence once someone else is called up. 

they called him nervous in the episode. and he is– compared to last season, stevie feels like he’s walking the plank at any moment. eggshells cracking under his feet. stevie managed by a couple episodes on just hoping and praying last time, but now he wants it. or at the very least, he wants to show that he isn’t the dumb goofball from last season. 

so yeah, he’s nervous. expectations weigh him down, and he knows he doesn’t have a great reputation with next gen tacked to his name. 

and speaking of names, he hears his. his spine straightens up almost immediately, darting to his feet with probably a loud yep that’s me! before wandering over, hands twitchy at his sides as he follows staff in to the room. six judges– phewie! that’s a lot of eyes, and that’s a lot of judgement just for one person.

stevie’s smile comes off a little shaky as he greets them, tilts his head in a bow and keeps his form straight. 

they get right into it. the spiel they give is quick, and once the music starts– stevie knows he’s got to lock the fuck in. 

“i think if you do what feels most natural to you, at least for this performance, you'll do well.” nayoung’s advice echoes in his head. natural, stevie reminds himself. she said nothings wrong with having fun as long as you’re prioritizing working hard first and foremost. 

he hopes the judges can see that he’s worked hard, that the cameras picked it up– or that the editors decide to keep it in. 

we wanna go hard, we wanna get it on right now!

the thing about dancing is that as soon as the beat kicks in, muscle memory takes over. he eases up on the sharpness of his moves to make up for his stamina– to make him have enough breath control to rap the lines to the right beat. focuses on fluidity, stopping when needed until the next part, then slipping into the next motion. his head bobs to the beat, arms moving with precision on the right notes and popping his body with the transitions to the next movement. 

it’s a fun dance, if stevie says anything about it. it’s easy, to a degree– simple movements and the most complicated portions of it is just landing the timing. he’s heard the song so many times at this point that he feels like he could reiterate it backwards. 

he keeps his eyes forward, and tries not to look at the judges directly. over their head, at desk– he’s afraid the eye contact might ruin his momentum, make him more nervous. it’s definitely easier to pivot his body gracefully enough that it looks natural, keeping his expression at ease in the lulled parts and brightening up with the beat goes more upbeat. he smiles when needed, changes expression to something more cocky when it calls for it– melts it back into fun towards the end. 

do, do, do better, twice more do, do, do better, twice more be a bit more assertive fill up my heart that’s lacking

vocally, it’s not the hardest thing he’s been given. the rapping is fun, and stevie’s felt a bit more comfortable in that than singing, but he didn’t get too terrible of criticism on his voices. the axis coaches gave him tips on breath control and holding a note– which feels the most important when it comes to landing these lines. as long as he sounds okay, that’s all that stevie really wants. 

before he knows it, it’s over. the last notes of the song plays out and he holds his ending pose, form as relaxed as he can make it with his chest heaving, and once he’s sure the song’s completely ended, he rakes a hand through his hair. stevie’s body turns to face the judges, and last season he might have grinned at them, happy to have made it to the end. this time he does smile, this time without teeth, his nerves showing much more apparent here than in the performance at all– and waits for the judgement.

[otomes-and-tears]

it’s so rare to see a wannabe challenge writer! if you’re still taking requests can i request fluff for biho? this might be a little too specific but maybe one where reader (i usually read fem but idm if you keep it gn!) is like simping for 707 and starts gushing to biho about him?

♦ Biho's reaction to fem!reader obsessing over 707♦

► tags/warnings: -

► words: 811

► A/N: This was such a fun request! I loved the prompt!!

► Masterlist

“You’ve been on your phone a lot, lately.”  

You almost jump when you hear Biho’s soft, sleepy voice behind you. He looks at your device with curiosity, not judgment. Never judgement.

It’s much too early for Biho to be awake. Being a young night goblin, Biho is rarely up in the morning hours.

To be fair, you’re rarely up this early either. But since you had started playing Mystic Messenger again, you had taken it upon yourself to get a perfect run, with no missed chats and calls. That meant that you had set several alarms throughout the day to warn you of new chatrooms opening and that you woke up at 8:00 sharp out of dedication for your 2D crush.

Since you were already up anyway, you decided to read through the chat while eating breakfast. 

“Are you editing photos for your Wannabe?” 

He asks, taking off his round glasses to rub at his eyes, trying his best to look more awake.

“No.” You say, a little embarrassed. There were a few photos for a sponsored post you’ve been meaning to edit, but you put it off after your last fanfiction binge. “I… Actually need to get started on that.”

“Oh.”

Biho looks a little surprised at your admission. He’s used to you being dedicated to your account and being careful about managing your sponsored posts. Maybe modelling wasn’t what you originally wanted to do with your life, but you always made sure to give it your all anyway.

It was strange for you to put off something that important. He looks more alert, now, looking at you with clear worry in his soft features.

The sight fills you with guilt. You know the constant alarms sounding off and you being on your phone (and being so protective of it) is incredibly suspicious. It hasn’t been that long since you were being attacked by another model’s fans, after all, and your seemingly endless string of bad luck could only signal something bad happening and you not wanting to burden your housemates with your latest troubles.

“It isn’t anything bad! I promise.” You are quick to reassure, and his expression softens. “I’m just… Addicted to a romance game. I’ve been looking forward to the updates and I lost track of time.” You quietly, and just a little awkwardly try to explain the game mechanics to him. It takes him a bit of time to fully grasp the idea of a chatroom-themed visual novel, but it piques his interest the second you explain it as an interactive romance novel.

Your explanation turns to gushing as soon as he asks about the cast. You make sure to go to the app’s gallery to show each character as you explain their personality and role in the story.

“...And right now I’m trying to get 707’s good ending. He’s by far my favourite character!” You click on his section of the gallery. Your phone takes you to a loading screen, so you decide to continue gushing as the progress bar on the screen slowly fills up.  “He’s so well-designed! Really, he’s my ideal type. And I adore his personality. On other routes, he acts like this jokester who doesn’t really take things seriously, but if you pursue him romantically you find out he’s much more than that. He just uses humour as a front to avoid getting too close to other people and— Oh, the screen loaded!”  

You quickly loaded one of the images and showed it to Biho. His face darkens into a blush as he processes what he’s seeing on the screen.

Because the character you just showed him, and that you happily described as your ideal type looks almost identical to him. 

He looks from you to the phone screen a few times, before you get worried and look back at your phone, trying to figure out why he’s reacting so strangely.

Then it’s like you see it too. Of course, one of the things that made you want to revisit the game in the first place was Biho reminding you of Seven, but you didn’t consider that as you gushed about how attractive you think Seven was, being too focused on your attachment to the character and distracted by your rambling.

Your eyes widen, and you try to figure out how to backtrack without making things weirder. 

Then, Biho smiles. 

A cute, happy, sleepy smile. He just looks so satisfied, so pleased. Like your little blunder meant the world to him.

You decide to put your embarrassment aside for a moment. There were worse things in the world than admitting you found your housemate to be attractive, and if made him so happy, there was no way you’d lie to take that joy away. 

Instead, you look at this situation as an opportunity.

“Biho, how do you feel about cosplay?”

[sttoru]

.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji can’t get his deserved rest due to his baby boy keeping him awake.

wc. 707

tags. dad!toji x female reader. nothing else to add; just pure fluff.

“he’s kickin��� me again,” toji complains with a deep sigh. tiny feet keep patting his back, not allowing the man to sleep at all. the culprit is none other than megumi—his beloved, yet bratty, son.

the little boy lays between you and your husband. you figured that this was best since megumi kept wailing each time you put him back in his crib.

you chuckle at toji’s groans of annoyance. your son is still full of energy, even if it’s already super late at night. your hand brushes against megumi’s chubby cheek and you can’t help but squeeze it lightly.

that action gains you a high-pitched squeak. you sigh and keep your child occupied with the movement of your finger against his face, “it’s his way of asking for attention, honey.”

toji grumbles something under his breath and scoots away from the both of you. megumi’s head turns towards his dad, his attention caught by the rustling of the sheets. you raise an eyebrow in response to toji putting distance between you both.

“papa’s mean,” you huff, talking to your baby. you can’t see toji’s face since his broad back is obstructing the view, though you can easily guess that he’s frowning.

maybe even secretly sulking about the lack of sleep. you do understand, however. he’s worked hard all day to provide for both megumi and you.

“papa,” megumi speaks up with an adorable pout on his lips. he crawls over to toji before you can stop him. the little boy taps at toji’s back again, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

megumi’s need for attention and affection from his father is heartwarming to see. you reach out towards your son in hopes of picking him back up. toji needs his rest after all.

a deep sigh escapes toji’s lips. not one of frustration this time, but rather one of defeat. he opens his eyes and turns around to face megumi. the man’s stoic face softens the moment he sees those cute doe eyes staring up at him.

“c’mere,” toji grumbles and lifts his child’s tiny body up without any effort. megumi giggles instantly and reaches his hands out to hold his dad’s face. your husband playfully bites your son’s tiny fingers instead, “not gonna allow y’r dad to sleep, huh? tsk tsk.”

you watch the scene unfold with a tender smile. toji lowers his head and starts blowing raspberries against megumi’s tummy. the baby squeals and giggles uncontrollably, writhing around in toji’s embrace.

“this is what ya get for being a brat,” toji mumbles and switches to leaving kisses along the little boy’s belly. that makes megumi laugh as well due to the ticklishness.

toji grins. his earlier drowsiness and annoyance have vanished into thin air. he can’t possibly stay mad at his son. not after seeing megumi happy. and especially not after seeing your content smile too.

“mama! mama!” megumi laughs between cries of help. his tiny hand reaches out to you whilst toji continues the little attack on his tummy. you chuckle and decide to intervene.

you scoot over to the other side and shield megumi’s tiny body from your husband’s tickles. you frown and playfully scold him, “stay away from my baby, you big bad guy.”

toji raises an eyebrow in amusement. he bites back a laugh before cocking his head to the side, that familiar smug expression appearing on his face.

“oh yeah? ‘m the bad guy now, eh?” the dark-haired man rolls his eyes. he towers over both you and your son - who’s giggling and still holding tightly onto you, “all right. i’ll show you just how bad i can be then.”

your eyes widen the moment you feel toji’s fingers land underneath your shirt, touching your bare skin. not a second passes by and he’s already tickling you. his other hand reaches for megumi’s tummy again—now making the both of you squirm and giggle loudly.

the happy sounds echo throughout the room. perhaps even loud enough for your neighbours to hear at four in the morning. but, you don’t care about any possible noise complaints. not during this cozy family moment.

plus toji’s fond smile as he continues torturing you and your son is definitely worth all of it.

[thehusbandoden]

Can you do hcs about class 1-a with pregnant darling? It's fine if you can't!/Uncomfortable with it!

A/n: of course! I hope these were semi enjoyable lol <3

Pregnant Reader Headcannons Part 2 (Aizawa, Shoto, Shinso, and Tamaki)

General info:

Genre: fluff/slice of life \\ total wc: 1,876 \\ posted: 12/06/2023 \\ requested

Part 1 (Izuku, Bakugo, Kiri, Denki, and Sero)

Aizawa Shota (707 words):

Aizawa always works hard, as we all know.

He not only teaches, but he also works as a pro hero during the night.

He's sleep deprived and very grumpy.. but not to you.

He's sweet and loving, though sometimes tsundere.

He spoils you with gifts and affection whenever he can, trying to slightly make up for the time away from one another.

When he finds out you're pregnant.. he's honestly scared.

He works so much.. how could he ever take care of a child? Not to mention the long and hard nine months you're going to have to face practically alone.

He doesn't show his worry however, he holds you close and kisses your face, reassuring you that everything is going to be okay and that he's happy.

He tries to get paternity leave about four months into your pregnancy, but he didn't actually get it until six months.

And that was from teaching.. he was still working in the middle of the night until you hit eight months.

He was exhausted.

He would wake up at seven, prepare his lesson, make you breakfast, clean up the house, and write you a love letter for you to find. (He secretly placed them in places easy to reach/find).

Afterwards, he goes back to bed and cuddles you until he has to get up again in a few minutes.

Whenever he has to leave you get really sad and it makes him feel so guilty.. especially if you cried or begged him to stay.

He gave you lots and lots of kisses, holding you tightly against him as he apologized, telling you that he would be home before you knew it.

He taught as best as he could even though he hardly got a few hours of sleep, and he graded papers and planned lessons whenever he was on break.

Sometimes he didn't even eat lunch, too busy focussing on his student's papers.

After school he picked you up a gift and wrote you yet another love letter.

He usually returned home with a bouquet of flowers, a treat you've been craving, something to do with one of your hobbies, and a letter full of love.

He'd wrap you in his arms, coddling you with kisses and praise.

The rest of his day was full of you, and only you.

He held you, kissed you, spoiling you in whatever way possible.

He couldn't really sleep well, unable to rest his eyes when you were laying next to him so.. vulnerable.

He usually watched you sleep as he waited for midnight.

When the clock hits midnight he starts to get ready for work, giving you a loving peck every time he passes your sleeping form.

He'll gently shake you awake when it's time for him to leave, telling you that he'll be back in a few hours and that he loved you.

He embraced you tightly, littering kisses up and down your face before giving you a long, proper kiss. Smiling at how you sleepily kissed back.

He left with one more 'I love you', and then he was off to go patrol the streets.

He actually gets off work an hour before he says he does, but he uses that time to get the rest of the papers for his students done.

He gets home about six am, showering before embracing you tightly.

He'll sleep with you for another hour before getting up about an hour later to get everything else done.

All in all he does his very best for you, and absolutely spoils you when he gets paternity leave.

You don't have to do anything but sit there, look pretty, and let your body make that baby.

I'd say he's fairly protective. He doesn't like anyone but 'his' people, and you are the one person who he would do anything for... and maybe Eri, but she comes later.

He intimidates anyone who dares make you uncomfortable.

Though if you're handling well than he'll watch behind you, smirking slightly.

All in all he's a selfless husband. He'd do anything for you, and he doesn't care if that means he gets even less sleep..

(He'll lie about the hours of sleep he's getting so you don't have to worry about him)

Todoroki Shoto (537 words):

Shoto always wanted kids, but he was too afraid to turn out like his dad.

So he never mentioned them, and you didn't either.

Well until you found out you were pregnant.

You were kinda scared to tell him at first, afraid that it would trigger ptsd from his childhood or something.

WEll, luckily for you, he wasn't upset.. at all.

He was nervous, yes. Really nervous, but he was excited and happy.

After a few minutes of staring at the test, thinking about what it meant, he pulled you into a tight embrace, lovingly kissing the apple of your cheek.

He got paternity leave at about five months.

He followed you everywhere, too worried about the 'what ifs' to let you do anything by yourself.

He wouldn't let you carry anything if it was remotely heavy.

Very protective, but in a lot less obvious way.

IF he notices someone looking at you in a lustful way he'll pull you into his chest, placing a hand on your baby bump as if he was screaming at them 'she's taken'.

If it came down to it, he would physically defend you.

But unlike Bakugo, only if he really needed to.

He'll glare and he'll tell them that you're married, but he won't physically harm them unless they started it, or they touched you/got into your space.

He gets really clingy, but he only hovers over you because he's too scared to hurt you and baby.

He'll usually cuddle you if you reassure him that he won't hurt you -or baby-, but he does get really really insecure sometimes and starts to overthink.

Most of the time the only way to pull him out of that is to be upset about it.

If you get really sad/angry he'll hold you against him, apologizing softly.

He'll help you however he can.

But he can't cook..

He literally almost burned the house down... twice.

He tried and tried, but he just can't seem to make anything but cereal.

So instead he hires you a chef.

He massages your feet, shoulders, back, belly bump, anywhere you need it.

You get a daily dose of cuddles and kisses. That isn't negotiable.

One day you were feeling very uncomfortable and didn't want any touch.. you left bed before Shoto and rejected his kisses.

He literally thought that you hated him.

He let you have your space, but he was so freaking sad.

He was angry too, but only at himself.

He started overthinking, thinking that he wasn't good enough, that he worked too hard, and that you deserve someone better.

The thoughts went on and on until he couldn't take it anymore.

HE shyly went over to you, gripping the bottom of his shirt tightly like a child, his head downcast and tears shining in his eyes.

"D-do you.. hate me?" He asked quietly, a tear falling down his cheek.

Your heart broke and you burst into tears, pulling him onto the couch next to you, holding him close as you sobbed, apologizing and telling him how perfect he was and how much you loved him.

He didn't believe you until you repeated it like five times and gave him over three dozen kisses.

He's still partly broken from his past, so even little things like that can make his brain go into overdrive, and he starts to get insecure.

That aside, he's a very sweet, thoughtful, and loving husband.

Shinso Hitoshi (165):

You both already stayed indoors most of the time, but this just cemented it.

He was a protective overthinker. He didn't want anything bad to happen to you.

He doesn't like many people, but when it comes to you he would literally kill for you.. even if that ruins his newly gained reputation.

He got paternity leave about four months into your pregnancy, spoiling you for the long five months afterwards.

He'd glare at anyone who stared at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him.

If it came down to it he would use his quirk to get any creep far away from you.

You usually cuddle all day. It's actually pretty calming.

He takes care of you entirely, cooking, cleaning, the works.

He's amazing at foot massages.

He gets more sleep now because all he does is cuddle you.

He's not very good with helping you with your hormones, but the affection make up for it.

Amajiki Tamaki (430):

Tama is so freaking cute.

He's still shy ofc, but he musters up the courage to protect you.

He will get physical if it comes down to it.

But only if they start to try and touch you.

He's honestly so sweet.

He's so happy and yet so scared.

Out of everyone, he's most definitely the one that over tinks the most.

He worries about everything from him being a terrible parent to his kid getting his anxiety and hating him for the rest of their life because they're being bullied.

He starts to think about birthday parties and prom. What about his child's wedding?! They're father is going to be a mess!

Not to mention labor?!

What if he passes out?

What if you start to hate him?

What if you leave him? What if he fails you and your child?

His thoughts grow darker and darker as he falls into a pit of despair.

He'd probably grow into a depressive and if you don't snap him out of it.

Pull him into your arms, give him a long, proper kiss, and then just cuddle him.

Hold him to your chest, whispering sweet things in his ear.

He'll be better within 5-40 minutes.

Whenever you breakdown because of your hormones he'll break down with you.

He tries to be strong but seeing you cry breaks him.

He'll hold you, trying to reassure you as he's breaking down too.

He'll get your cravings whenever he can.

Even if it's two in the morning, or in broad daylight where he has to deal with a lot of people..

Like Shoto, he thinks you hate him if you get upset with him.

Though unlike Shoto, he won't come to you. He continues to take care of you, but he's obviously reserved.

He won't ask for cuddles, or even move to lay beside you.

He keeps to himself and when he's not taking care of you he's across the room, staring at the floor.

He could go on for weeks if you don't catch him.

He's a sensitive sweetheart, and he does need to be taken care of too.

Oh oh, he's also super good at cooking.

Due to his quirk, he's tried a lot of meals and cooks often.

If you want to try another recipe he'll secretly work on it for days, before shyly giving it to you to try.

He's very very insecure, so he trusts you a lot to let you try new recipes of his.

He loves you a lot, and the one thing he wants is your happiness and love.

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[babiebom]

I noticed you write for mystic messenger!!! can i get some NSFW 707 headcanons?

A/N:yes!!!! I wanna get back into the fandom but haven’t played in a while~~ thank you for requesting!!

Tw:it’s nsfw so some sex talk is expected, cursing, kinks, some things that are unsavory towards religion, etc

Wc: at least 10 bullet points or so

Mystic messenger Masterlist

I feel like Saeyoung would like it if both of you dressed up or cosplayed during sex

This also counts towards role playing

Even though he’s religious I do think he has a bit of a corruption kink

And would like to roleplay as a or with you as a priest or a nun or even the other way as demons and angels

Using the religion as a Segway, he would be VERY worship-y towards you

Whether you take on a dominant or submissive role, he will always be into giving body worship and basically making his entire personality about you

He’s been alone for so long and you stayed and loved him you are his reason for being he HAS to make you feel good no matter what

And this can and will go as far as him saying you are his god or something (he is still religious though and it’s weird for other people but he knows how to separate the two thought processes)

Think God is a Woman by Ariana Grande

He would LOVE LOVE LOVE it if you got on your knees under his desk while he’s working

He would say that he hates it but he does love the little distraction so he can rest

And loves that you can allow him to keep working during, and that it allows him to work even better after

I think he would get very into it during sex

Like he is not himself he gets carried to a different universe while you two go at it

Like he is actually fucked dumb by you (or y’know while he fucks you)

Actually pussy/cock drunk and is not embarrassed about it

Has a slight exhibition kink and is a voyeur.

Though he doesn’t want other people to watch you two because he is possessive

He does like to watch you though

He’s a little creep about it(affectionate)

He will watch you touch yourself through a slit in the door, in a chair in the same room, through a window, through cameras

All is consensual though

I think he is a very big switch

Like some days he wants to be babied and is into receiving if that’s what you’re into and on others he’s like full dom

Both are ways for him to outlet his emotions

Does enjoy music with sex but it has to be SUPER low unless it’s on for the purpose of hiding your actions

Thinks the cbat Reddit sex story is hilarious and has probably tried it with you once just to see what the guy was talking about

[ensaz008]

I want you, no i need you

THIS PIC GOT ME ON CHOKEHOLD- LIKE PLEASE I MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT PLEASE PLEASE CHOKE ME WITH THOSE HANDSSSSS... HEHHEHE 18+ CONTENT AHEADD!!!!

wc:707

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Jungwon was feeling extra horny after coming back home from practice, other than being tired and sweaty he is so so needy for u.

he sees u writing an essay on the bed, u were about to greet him but he stopped you, saying hes going to shower first. (slayed)

Jungwon comes out the shower with semi-dry hair, him in a white towel wrapped around his torso exposing his v-line, lets just say he looked extremely fuckable rn.. But u controlled yourself and stayed focused with your essay since it was due tonight.

Jungwon was also controlling himself, still in that tempting look, sitting next to massaging ur shoulders and more. U soon realize his hips rubbing against your back, u were already needy enough but.. he made u even needier.. Now u knew u werent the only needy one. His massages felt so good a let out sighs of releif, but soon u felt something hard poke ur back, u tried hard to ignore it. But at the end u close ur laptop facing jungwon, "my jungwonie is sooo needy hm?'' u say cupping his cheeks as he nodded pouting, "baby i want you.." jungwon said in a breathy tone while grazing his fingertips across ur arm as he looked into ur eyes full of desire. In less than a second he leaned in kissing you deeply, sighing as he kissed u feeling so relieved as he felt stressed, its like all of the stress in him is slowly fading away. He slowly held ur waist gently caressing it, using this moment to pin u down on the bed. his arms caging your body as he kissed u with full of desire and impatience. his lips went down to ur neck as he gave light wet kisses, his hands worked fast to undress u. His hands reached your core giving clit soft massages before he got on his knees pulling ur legs as u gasped feeling his nose graze against ur clit. Before u even know his tongue was lapping in and out of ur wet hole as his moans sent vibrations thru ur body giving u pleasuring sensations all over. He then inserted a finger inside as his tongue played with ur clit as he fingers ur pussy in a fast pace making u so close to ur orgasm. "Wonnie- m' so close i-" Before u could finish ur sentence ur core was empty making u groan in annoyance. He pushed u back up on the bed as he pinned u again, slowly aligning his length against ur core. "Wanna be in you when u cum love, want u so bad. I need u so bad" He whispered as he easily slid in due to ur wetness. it fit so perfecting ur gummy walls wrapping around his length perfectly. He thrusted inside so gracefully u threw ur head back. U were blabbing nonsense, he fucked u too good u lost ur ability to even speak "fuck..." "s' gooods mm" "ye sownnie righjt tere~" "pleas eodnt stiop wonnie, feels ypp good so fucking gooooodfhmm" His thrusts were sloppy, deep and fast. The sound of your moans, his grunts whimpers and the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother filled the whole room. Soon u got very close to ur climax "close- so sjo so close baby~" U moaned as he fixed his posture lifting ur waist so u were arching ur back making his tip pierce thru ur cervix reaching extremely deep spots and before u knew it u were cumming all over his cock. His thrusts didn't stop riding out ur orgasm as his hand rubbed ur clit "does my princess like this?" "f-fuck u feel so fucking good" "s' fucking good.. ur perfect.." He grunted and whimpered showing he was close. u saw stars as u felt another orgasm. soon he pulled out whimpering as he got on top of u fisting his own cock cumming all over ur mouth, an ofcourse. you swallowed it all. After that he collapsed next to u panting as he caressed ur hair looking into u lovingly "been wanting to do that.. missed u so much.." "missed u too, i love you" "i love you too."

ENDDDD

[ichore]

I wonder how many times you think we can tease alhaitham in the library before he snaps and ends up edging us under the table?

tags, warnings: alhaitham x afab!reader, reader is a librarian, they're in a relationship, alhaitham is a busy man but god knows even he can't resist you, fingering, public sex

wc: 707

The tired, golden hue of the late afternoon Sun seeped through the stained glass windows of the House of Daena. The fragrances of fresh ink and old parchment mixed in the air, merely the knock of your heels disturbed the stillness of the library as you made your way across the building to sit next to the Scribe.

He whispered a hi before his attention darted back to his paperwork, his hand writing his signature expertly before adding the next paper to the enormous pile on his desk. You pouted; although you knew what it meant to be a Scribe for him, it never not felt like you were robbed of your time together, even if you were a librarian and you got to see him everyday. You tried your best not to forget he has his own office, but he sacrificed the peace and the quiet solitude of his own space to see more of you.

“Have you checked your messages?” you asked, whispering as a habit despite the library sounding hollow. You dragged your finger along the edge of the mahogany table as you made your way behind his back. His headphones flickered with a vibrant green light, letting you know that he sound proofed himself and he probably didn't even know that you two were alone. Your hands found his collarbones, your fingers kneading the tension in his shoulders before traveling down to his broad chest as you kissed him on the cheek. A pleased huff of air left your nostrils at the sight of his bulge being bigger than usual - meaning he did see your messages and the pictures of you in lingerie as the attachments.

The sound of the wooden chair being pulled out from under the table was echoing loudly in the emptiness of House of Daena before you took your seat next to him. Bored, you took a piece of already signed paper into your hand and began to lazily run your gaze across the written words; THE RESEARCH OF HILICHURLIAN LINGUISTICS. Was it not for Alhaitham looking mighty handsome next to you, perhaps you would've had interest in the paper. Your free hand found the hard muscles of his thigh, your eyes stayed on the paper as you began to massage the sensitive skin of his inner thigh before your fingers traveled upwards. A smirk curved your lips upward as you noticed the growth of his shaft, the frequency of his sighs as you teased him under the table - yet, it was Alhaitham, and it still felt like forever before he finally had enough and his half gloved hand made its way under your skirt.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath at the feeling of your wetness pooling and waiting for him between your thighs. His face remained the same, but his fingers shook with excitement as they began to run along your slit, wetting themselves with your sticky nectar before he moved into your clit in circular motions. Your bosom rapidly rose against his bicep as he took it as an indicator to how close you were, which made his cock leave its own mess as a wet stain on his pants. He could not take it anymore, the green of his eyes glance at you with carnal curiosity as he dropped his pen to remove his headphones. “Not caring about what people think is usually my forte, but you're beating me to it this time.”

“Love,” you started with a smile before pressing your lips against his, your grip on his cock tightening as you felt his precum roll onto your fingers. He was so adorable with the confused furrow of his brows when you slightly pulled away to brush your nose against his. “It's past 7, no one is here, but you and me.”

It took everything in you not to giggle loudly at the sight of him looking around and realizing that you were right, but your joy escaped in a yelp as he gingerly grabbed you by the back of your neck into a passionate kiss as easily grabbed your thighs and put your ass onto the table, and he groaned. “Well, in that case, I'm going to fuck you right here.”

[bleach-your-panties]

matched sexual energy - rindou haitani🩶

🩶relationship drabble collection - valentine event. minors, blank, ageless, dni

🩶that mf be hittin them gd splits don't he LOL. fem reader.

🩶cw: oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, sexual intercourse implied

🩶dividers by @/cafekitsune

🩶wc: 707

You were lying in your bed waiting for Rindou to get out of his meeting since he'd texted you earlier and said that he was coming over.

----

The two of you had met in the most mundane of places - the grocery store.

He had a basket full of liquour and cigarettes, which was odd, but you didn't question it.

You rang him up quickly and he slipped you a black card, making your eyes widen slightly before you took it from his gloved hand and stuck it in the reader.

"Have a wonderful day."

"You too, sweetheart."

You weren't expecting him to say that, and he seemed to notice it since he sent you a smirk from his peripheral before grabbing his bags and exiting the store.

----

You ran into Rindou at that store quite a few times after that, until he finally asked for your number.

It wasn't until later that you found out that he was in a gang, but that didn't deter you from seeing him whenever he called for you.

"What's up, baby?" He called as he stepped inside your apartment. He used his key to get in, which made sense since he was paying for it.

"Hi Rinnie..." You cooed sweetly once his slim figure slipped through your bedroom door. Rindou grinned at you.

"Why are you hiding underneath the covers? Don't tell me you're getting shy on me, baby girl?"

He began unbuttoning his uniform jacket as he strode over to you.

With a small shake of your head, you threw back the covers revealing your nude body, which is exactly how he instructed you to be.

"I never met a girl like you, baby. Always so fucking ready for me to come and ruin you.." He gripped your jaw and tilted your head up to look into his shining, violet eyes.

"Never have to ask you twice, you always know exactly what I need from you." You smiled and seductively bit down on your bottom lip, causing him to lean in and press his lips against yours.

His three-toned hair brushed against your forehead and you brought your hands up to run your fingers through it.

After a few minutes, he pulled away from the kiss with a thick string of saliva connecting your lips and shook your head side to side.

"I know. You want to freak in the morning and freak in the evening; I think I've got the schedule figured out by now, Rinnie. You know you can come see me anytime because you always know just what to do."

"Mhmm, I know what to do, baby?" He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

Rindou then began taking off his watch, glasses, and rings to set them on your bedside table when you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Leave them on, Rin. Want to feel them wrapped around my neck tonight." He let out a little chuckle and squinted his eyes at you.

"Freaky ass girl."

He grabbed your thighs and dug his fingers in, knowing that the rings would leave indents. That's just how he liked it; they had his initials engraved on them, which meant in turn they'd be engraved on you.

"Oh fuck, Rin!" You moaned as he began licking you in earnest, his face completely buried between your spread thighs.

He stayed down there for a good twenty minutes, just licking you out until you came into his mouth, twice.

"Good thing I took my glasses off." He brought his hand up to wipe his cheeks and nose from from where you had squirted on him.

"God, you're so sexy, Rin." You moaned as you came down from your orgasm. The tattoos on his neck and torso always turned you on so much.

"Yeah, baby? You think I'm sexy?"

"So sexy, Rinnie." You gave him that signature pouty look that you know drives his crazy.

"Fuck, turn over for me. Arch that back, gunna put this dick inside you now."

You and Rindou went well into the night, switching between multiple positions and just fucking each other's brains out.

He'd always keep coming back to you because no one could keep up with his sexual appetite the way that you could.

----

If you know exactly what I wanna do, then Imma give the business to you

0:00•---------------4:13

🔀 ⏭️ ▶️ ⏮️ 🔁

the business - yung berg ft. casha

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[black-lav2]

𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 | 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘

Summary: Geto just loves stuffing his face between your thighs.

Wc: 707

Warnings: 18+, f! reader, cunnilingus, overstimulation, pussy drunk Geto, praising

“Fuck you taste so good babe~” Geto groaned, lifting his head from between your thighs. Your legs are hanging over Geto's shoulders, shaking profusely after pulling yet another orgasm from you, just from using his tongue.

Damn that skillful tongue of his. He takes his time with you. He drags it so slow and softly against your folds, like it’s going to break if he puts too much pressure, yet moves it so effortlessly, drawing you to an orgasm every time. He tongue fucks you to the point he is passionately kissing your pussy, lapping up your juices every time, and not letting one drop spill onto the bedsheets.

“God I can’t get enough of this pussy~” Geto mumbled, seeing how swollen your clit is, just begging to be sucked on. “Cum on my face for me baby,” he says before he circles his lips around your swollen clit, softly sucking and rolling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You groaned as you squirmed against his face. You try to squirm away from Geto at the deliciously painful overstimulation, but with his tight grip on your hips, you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

So you laced your fingers through his hair and tugged at it, hoping to get a little break. The tears that have been brimming at your eyelids for some time now, cascade down your cheeks at the overwhelming painful yet delicious pleasure.

Geto groans against your clit, feeling the tugs at his hair, the vibration making you moan as pleasure spreads through your body. He can feel more of your juices flowing out of you, down his chin like a waterfall. He draws away from your clit for a moment, but only a moment as he quickly stuffs his face back into your pussy.

You moan, practically scream, his tongue rolling against your folds, as his nose nudges at your clit. You pull harder at his hair, only to receive more moans from him as he continues to eat you out. “Sugu’ I’cant~” you manage to slur out.

“Yeah you can,” Geto mumbles pulling his face away from your shaking thighs, his face drenched with your juices. He pressed his thumb against your clit rolling small, slow circles on it. A smirk graced his lips, loving the sight of you squirming below him. His eyes filled with lust, ready to just fuck you, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants, but he couldn't get enough of your delicious pussy.

“I’cant Suguu’ mm~ I’cant,” you slur closing your thighs together but Geto stops by putting a hand on your knee. “Yes you can,” he says leaning his face back between your legs. He spit on your pussy before spanking two fingers on your clit, hearing you whine from the action. He drags his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the mixture of your wetness and his spit around. “You’re a big girl you cum one more time for me,” he says before plunging back into your pussy.

“Fuckk~” you moan as Geto uses his tongue, skillfully rolling and sucking every part and crevice of your pussy. Your fingers grip Geto’s hair harder, not knowing whether to pull him away from your pussy or push him deeper into your pussy. Geto couldn't help but moan at each tug on his hair, his moans vibrating against you, edging you closer and closer. Geto can tell, your thighs squishing his face more and more, having to use his hands to pry your thighs apart a little.

“Mmm~ someone’s close, yeah?” Geto said against your pussy looking up at you with half-lidded eyes from his drunken state. Drunken with pleasure yourself, you nod, not able to think straight. “Cum, cum in my mouth like the good girl you are for me.”

You moan loudly as your hips buck into his face as he pulls yet another orgasm from you. Geto moans as you continue to cum on his face, slurping up every drop, having his full. Only when he notices your body going limp does he pulls his face away from your pussy. “Mmm~ my good girl,” he says in a slutty tone, laying a few kisses on your pussy.

“Such a good girl for me~”

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[zeroseuniverse]

Treat

WC: 707

Pairing: San X reader

Honestly he had no idea how he ended up in this position. In the home he bought with his lover, curled up on the floor outside of their shared bedroom with a pout painted across his pink lips. 

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss, My world?” San whined out as he leaned his head against the door trying to listen for any sounds of movement. Unfortunately for him, his lover had already locked the door after pushing him out of the room and passing him a singular pillow and blanket telling him to set up camp on the couch. 

“Did you learn how to breathe right?” Was all that was heard through the door, his lover’s tired voice echoing through the room as if it was being spoken through a megaphone. 

“I’m sorry I was breathing loud, you took my breath away and I was trying to catch it back.” He sweetly spoke, hoping to get the door to open so he could see her beautiful face once more. 

“Oh stop trying to sweet talk your way back in here.” She huffed, thankful she wasn’t actually looking into his dark, sad eyes, she’d give in embarrassingly quick if she had been. 

Okay so plan A didn’t work… Let’s try a new approach. San thought, reluctantly standing up, and after one longing glance at the door he trudged to the front door to put his shoes and coat on before walking out of the apartment and down to the local corner store, a pout still adorning his face. 

After hearing the front door shut she sighed heavily before giggling to herself, Choi San was in short a lovable idiot. Even though he knew she wasn’t actually mad at him he was treating it as if it was the end of the world. Of course, She’d never kick him out to the couch, the man had to be holding something to sleep properly and she’d never take that away, but teasing him sure was fun. Especially since the big bad wolf seemingly dropped everything to try and make up with her, rushing off to the corner store he always went to to get her favorite snacks any time things like this happened. 

Her grin stayed in place even as she heard the front door reopen and footsteps heading towards her bedroom door along with the rustling of a paper bag. 

“I earned the kiss now.” His pouty voice spoked, causing her to stifle her giggle, knowing exactly what’s going to happen. 

“Now how’d you earn it, darling?” 

“Open the door and find out.” He taunted, setting the bag to the side of the door so he could get ready.

“Is it worth it?”

“Definitely.”

With a stifled giggle she stood from the bed, opening the door and backing away quickly, narrowly avoiding the body the ludged through the threshold.

“What the-?” He said flabbergasted looking around the area briefly before landing his eyes on her, “Hey!” 

He lunged again, landing his attack perfectly this time, wrapping himself around her like a koala, allowing both of their bodies to fall with his legs catching her before she hit the ground hard. 

“Is this really worth it?” She grunted from the force of impact, not even trying to struggle from his hold knowing he can latch on tighter.

“Gimme a kiss and I can make it worth it. I won’t give you what I got for you until I get a kiss.” He negotiated, earning an eyeroll from his lover who leaned a bit in order to place a peck on his cheek with a tuantung grin. 

“A real kiss!”

“That was a real kiss!”

“No, that was on a peck and two on my cheek. I want a kiss and I want it right here.” He defied pointing at his pouted lips at the end of the sentence.

She cooed quietly at her usually cold boyfriend showing his sweet side only for her, before pulling his lips towards hers, unable to resist his charm. 

“Now gimme my sweets.” She demanded after pulling away from the kiss.

“Right away M’lady.” He grinned boyishly, giving her a swift kiss before moving away to grab the bag he had set aside.

[queenariesofnarnia]

never underestimate the bunny pt 2

Alastor x F!Bunny Reader 🖤🦌❤️

wc: 707

-extermination day- 

You stood in your room admiring the new bodysuit from Carmilla and her daughters. At least you’re fighting in style. Taking a deep breath before heading downstairs to meet the others. Quietly taking your spot between Angel and Cherri. Who both wrapped an arm around you. Your gaze was casted to the floor as everyone spoke, until a shadow caught your attention. You look up at Alastor, who is upstairs overlooking the lobby full of sinners and cannibals ready to fight. His shadow wraps itself around you taking you to him. 

“You look distraught my dear” he says placing his hands on your shoulders. 

“I was just lost in thought Al” you place a hand over his giving it a light squeeze. He lets out a soft hum at your words. A few moments of silence between you until Charlie begins to guide the fairly large group outside. 

“I would make you stay hidden if I could cher” Alastor’s voice void of the radio sound it normally carried. 

“I know Al, but these are my friends. I know this is your entertainment, but this is all I have now” you look over everyone. He pulls you into his side, his claws tracing your waist. “Be careful Al”  your soft voice reached his ears. Only offering a nod in response before letting you go join the others. 

You rejoin Angel and Cherri outside offering them a toothy grin before the slaughter. The same shadow stayed with you. Intertwining with yours, it calmed your worries even though you weren’t aware of it staying with you. Once Al’s shield was up exorcists were falling left and right. Rosie’s cannibals feasting, getting their fill.  Until the shield was broken by Adam, your mind immediately going to Alastor. 

You want to be by his side during this. Before you could run through the hotel you disappeared into the shadows. Appearing on the roof, between the two men. 

“Who’s this little hot thing?” Adam asked looking you up and down grinning. “Almost makes me want to spare the rest of this ugly place” his statement causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Darling go back to the others” Alastor’s simple request piqued the interest of the first man. 

“You’re with this freak? No fucking way!” He said disgusted at the thought. 

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” you ask tilting your head in curiosity. 

“Oh so you do talk! You even sound hot” he says placing his hand on his chin. Instinctively you move back towards Alastor, who gently pushes you to the side. 

“Back to why I’m here though. To kill you!” he says laughing, and lunging for Alastor. The shadows held you in place as you watched, their conversation only seemed like them mouthing the words. You were too worried to focus on their words. 

“Let me help him” you plead to the shadow after Alastor’s microphone breaks, it reluctantly let you go. “Get away from him!” you yell launching an angelic knife into Adam’s shoulder, putting yourself in front of Alastor before Adam swung his guitar axe. The world stopped for a moment, as you fell back into Alastor’s arms, eyes slowly shutting 

“Radio is not dead. But, it’s ending this broadcast” you hear him before the world goes black. 

-time skip to where the hotel is rebuilt-

You’re alive, but you’re in a coma. The injury across your chest has healed with the help of Lucifer. Alastor hasn’t left your bedside since, Angel brings him food at the end of the day to check on your progress. Giving Alastor a sad glance when he leaves the room. The rare time Alastor actually falls asleep you stir awake. Your coughs immediately wake him. You look at him with a tired smile. 

“Hey Al” your voice still weak. 

“Hello my dear” he says a rare soft smile that is reserved for you on his face. He cups your cheek gently as you nuzzle into his hand. “It is a pleasure to see you awake” you place a soft kiss on his palm.

“You know what they say Al. Never underestimate the bunny” you say laughing, making him join you. 

“You are absolutely right about that darling” he agrees kissing your forehead. 

[puck-luck]

"Your hand feels so much better than mine", requested by @sidcrobsimp <3 luv u boss

Warnings: service kink, praise kink, handjob, mention of fingering WC: 707

You might have a bit of a service kink. You’ve been writing it off by saying that your love language is Acts of Service. It wasn’t always. Honestly, it’s not your fault that you’ve grown to love showing your affection through service, considering the way Cole praises you whenever you do something for him. It’s like you’ve been conditioned: you want to give and give and give until Cole says something that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. 

Like now: you and Cole are watching a movie before bed and his hand had drifted to the front of his boxers absentmindedly, holding himself comfortably the way you do when you’re close to falling asleep and your hand finds your boob. It’s a natural shelf, like how it’s easy to put your hands on your hips when you’re standing and waiting for something. 

Most of the time, Cole’s not really touching himself when he touches himself. However, you’re always itching to get your hands, or mouth, or dripping wet cunt on him. You’ve become distracted, eyes on his hand and imagining what’s underneath it.

“Can I help you?” Cole asks with a snorted laugh. 

Well, there’s no use denying that you were looking. Your mouth is probably slack with want, eyes only a bit darker than they normally are. Cole knows your tells too well. You give him a look that’s a mixture of embarrassment and exasperation, yet it still conveys your desire. You move closer to him, batting your eyelashes ad you near him.

Cole laughs again. “Alright, go ahead,” he says, moving his hand and making himself available to you. He returns his attention to the television for now, letting you do your thing without impeding.

You shift his shorts down, then dig him out of his underwear. He’s soft, but it doesn’t take long for him to grow hard under your circled fingers. You consider getting your mouth on him, biting your lip as you watch precum bubble up from his tip.

“Pay attention to the show, babe,” Cole murmurs. “You’re missing everything.”

Eager to please, you lift your head and return to the television. Your hand is pumping Cole’s length the whole time. 

He reaches behind you, resting his arm along the pillows behind you like he would if you were on the couch. As you twist your wrist, just to change things up, Cole’s head falls back.

“Your hand feels so much better than my own,” Cole says. He doesn’t say it to get you to increase your pace or change anything. It’s just an acknowledgement. “Love it when you touch me, baby.”

The praise is excellent, making you want to push him over the edge. Your pace increases, squeezing just a bit tighter as you stroke him. You cuddle into Cole’s side, resting your head on his shoulder. With a brush of a kiss to the freckles that have faded into his skin, you refocus your attention on making him come. As much as you want to watch the movie with your boyfriend, you care more about the show that you’re putting on for yourself. 

Cole lets out a low grown when you bring your head down and let a line of spit fall onto his cock, making it easier for you to move your hand. Your spit mixes with his precum, slicking him up. Before you return your head to his shoulder, you kiss the crown of his cock. You just wanted a taste.

Without words, you know Cole’s ready to come. He rolls his hips into your hand and kisses your head, leaning against you after the sweet peck. He always makes a choked whimper in the back of his throat when he comes, and today is no different. You watch him spill over your hand and paint your knuckles white. His chest seizes with a stuttered breath as you continue to stroke him through the orgasm, then he kisses your head again when you bring your hand up to your mouth and taste his cum. 

He tucks himself away and you finish the last twenty minutes of the movie. When you get to your shared bedroom, Cole will insist on returning the favor and fingering you to completion.

[luvv-nikki]

Snowfall

Pairing: Highschool!Soobin X Gender Neutral!Reader (I THINK..)

Genre: fluff

WC: 707

Warnings: kissing, super cheesy

Summary: You and Soobin are deathly in love with each other and everyone knows but you two.

A/N: Whatever expectations you have for this story lower then because I had it in the beginning and then I lost it in the middle and just ended it however (that’s why it’s so short).

You and Soobin were the most oblivious people placed on planet Earth. Everyone knew the two of you were in love and subtly flirting with each other, besides the two of you. It didn’t help that both of you were deathly awkward and quiet. It was a miracle that you two had one of the tightest bonds in school.

You were sitting in the library doing your work when a hot chocolate was placed next to you. You looked over at your best friend and smiled, but upon seeing his appearance, your smile turned into a small giggle. “What?” He asked, a small smile growing on his face too. “Am I really that ugly?”

You immediately shook your head, looking into his eyes, though it was hard not to focus on the glasses falling down his face. “You just look like you just rolled out of bed. It’s cute.” You replied, and Soobin’s ears turned red. In truth, he did just roll out of bed. As soon as you texted him you were doing work in the library, he rolled out of bed and threw on his clothes without thinking twice. He pushed his glasses up and sat next to you, though the two of you didn’t say much for the rest of the time unless it was about the work.

“It’s getting late. Can I walk you home?” Soobin asked, and you looked out the window, seeing it was in fact getting late. You nodded, and the two of you cleaned up before leaving the library. The two of you walked for a little before you pointed out the sunset, now that the sun was starting to go down and the snow continued to fall. Winter definitely wasn’t your favorite month; it was way too cold. You shivered, and Soobin definitely didn’t fail to notice. Without a word, he took your hand and scooted you closer to him before interlocking his gloved fingers with your bare ones.

“You should really start dressing more for the occasion.” He said before looking down at you. You watched as the snowflakes landed on his face, not realizing you were staring a little longer than you intended. You could feel yourself getting flustered, but you didn’t say anything; you just nodded in agreement as the two of you kept walking through the city. The silence between you two was never awkward; the two of you didn’t have to talk along as long as you were together. It’s always been that way since you guys met and had that immediate connection. You were so wrapped in your own thoughts you didn’t even hear Soobin until he said it a second time. “Y/N, can I ask you a question?"

“Sure, what is it?” You answered, looking over at him.

“What if, hypothetically speaking, I asked you out?" He asked, causing you to get flustered all over again.

“What?” You squeaked, causing him to chuckle.

“You know, it’s stupid; forget it. I was talking to Kai and Jun, and they were saying that you liked me, but I was being too oblivious to notice.” He said shaking his head with a smile. “It’s dumb, isn’t it?"

You didn’t reply for a little. This was your chance, wasn’t it? “What if, hypothetically, I said yes?” You whispered, and he stopped, causing you to stop too.

“You mean it? Do you have feelings for me?” He asked, watching as you looked up at him but didn’t say anything. "Hypothetically, what if I wanted to kiss you right now?” He asked, and you smiled.

“I would let you, hypothetically." You replied, and he smiled back at you before cupping your cheek and slowly leaning in as if he were nervous. You closed the gap and kissed him, causing him to gasp. He kissed you back, but it didn’t last long since the two of you couldn’t stay serious and started laughing.

He pulled away, patting your head softly. “I was just joking, but I guess you do really like me.” He whispered, and you nodded. He pulled you closer into a hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “I like you too.” He muttered. You slowly hugged him back, feeling the snowfall on both of you.

[violettduchess]

Gilbert's POV around the MC 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

A/N: I AM DONE GRADING and I can finally breathe again. How better to celebrate the return of (some) free time than with the Prince of Obsidian?

Gilbert x f reader, Gilbert's POV

WC: 707

I know where you are, Häschen. I know where you like to go when you are done with your studies. How you walk the same path to the palace library every evening, the tension of your day slowly melting away like drops of sunshine as soon as you step through those double doors and surround yourself with the familiar, comforting sight of all those books. Then your face lights up and I watch the way your smile reaches your bright eyes. You are at peace now, walking to your favorite sitting chair, the book you have been reading on the small wooden table, a white silk ribbon your book marker.

You’ve settled in, eyes already greedily consuming the words right where you left off. You’re lost, sinking into the starry mist of whatever world is laid out before you, page for glorious page. This is why my presence startles you. The tap of my cane, done with intentional emphasis, rips you from your book, scatters the mist and leaves you wide-eyed and vulnerable. Don’t think I miss the way your gaze darts towards the double doors, which I have conveniently pulled closed and barred. No one will interrupt my meeting with you tonight.

Your voice flutters like a moth trapped under glass as you ask what I am doing here, in the library, so late in the evening. I turn, gesturing with one hand to all the books that surround us, my smile fixed in place. Why, I’m here to read, same as you. My words are no comfort to you. I can tell by the way you glance at the door, the white-knuckle grip of your fingers on the table’s edge. But you are too polite, too petal-soft, to question me, even as I stroll to the shelf, walking my leather-clad fingers over the embossed spines of all the books, finally stopping on a treatise on hunting.

Fitting, I suppose, under the circumstances.

The irony has me grinning as I sink down into the chair next to yours. You expected me to sit across from you. I enjoy not meeting your expectations. From my spot next to you, your scent reaches me. That undeniable mix of rose and lavender. When I learned that you mixed oil from both blossoms, I had several vials made for myself. Just a few drops and you are there. My handkerchief. My pillow. My bath.

I open my book, reading the page once and it is committed to memory. But you don’t know that about me yet and so I linger, acting as though I am a slow reader so that I can take in the sound of your breathing, too quick to be relaxed, and the feel of your gaze as you steal quick glances at me. You are also only pretending to read.

“What do you want?” 

Ah, the bunny has found some courage although your eyes are still on your page, as if avoiding eye contact with me somehow keeps you safe.

“What do I want....?” A thousand answers flood my mind.

I want to sweep the books off this table and lay you down on it.

I want to press your soft body between the hard wood and myself, feeling the surrender in your muscles as you go lax under my touch.

I want to hear you whimper my name among all of these hallowed tomes, to bring a soundless room to life with your gasps.

I want to lose myself in the feel of your skin, the taste of your mouth.

I want to devour you until there is nothing left.

I want to feel your fingernails rake the skin of my back and leave proof of your desire.

I want to bite you, your sweetness on my tongue, and leave proof of mine.

I want to wrap you in my arms, to hold you as tightly as an oyster guarding a precious pearl.

I want to protect you from every sorrow, every pain, every bruise that life may try to mar you with.

I want to keep you all for myself. No other eyes should ever rake over your form. No other touch should ever grace your skin.

I want to smother you in my love.

I want to drown in yours.

“I want....to be your friend.”

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[mrsshabana]

So I'm gonna try to keep this short lol, but with the tattoo thing I asked last time 😅...id love a story on it. Heres an idea I had and I'd love to see where you take it. So I'd imagine if its a girl he's never seen before but she knows about him buuut when meeting things don't go so great for her.... he ends up attacking her and has hes getting ready to kill her while having her pinned on the ground he notices the tattoo of him on his arm.. I really wanna see where you go with the rest in a full on story I'd love to read it!! Cause your writings are amazing and I love reading them.

𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎

✧ CW: GN!reader x Gyutaro

✧ AN: So, this is hard because I'm trying to think of a way that someone could have a tattoo of Gyutaro (knowing of him, but having this be a first meeting) but still have it be canon. It's as if canon Gyutaro was thrown into the modern world. Let's just ignore the fine details and I can make this work. I pretty much ended up basing this version of Gyutaro on tumblr Gyutaro.

✧ WC: 707

How the hell did you manage to get into this situation? Most people would kill to be in your place, but this truly wasn't your intention. You hadn't planned on stumbling across the one guy you may have a tiny obsession over. But that's not all, did I mention he's also a demon with an unquenchable thirst for human blood? It should've made you think twice before crushing on him so hard.

But now you find yourself in a predicament, pinned against the cold, wet asphalt. With Gyutaro's body hovering above you, holding your arms down so you can't fight back.

It was all a coincidence really, he thought you looked tasty and he was feeling hungry so, why not?

He took you down easy enough. Hell, you weren't even putting up a fight! Just staring at him with those big doe eyes of yours. He leans in closer, ready to indulge in such an easy meal. Maybe he'll tear off your arm and enjoy the melody of your pained screams.

But as he leans in closer to your arm, ready to tear you apart, he sees a familiar face.

"Is that...? Me?!" He thinks to himself, "There's no way this lady has a tattoo of me."

He leans in even closer, closing his mouth and squinting his eyes. He scoffs and his lips curl in disgust.

"What's wrong with you?" he says coldly, sitting up but still straddling your waist so you can't get away.

"E-Excuse me?" you whimper. Not sure if you're overwhelmed by the fact that he was about to kill you or that you're so close to your crush.

"The fuck is wrong with you lady?!" He yells in annoyance, "You fuckin' got me tattooed on your skin?" He roughly grabs your arm and lifts it, showing you the tattoo as if you haven't seen it already.

"I um..." it takes you a moment to compose your words, too embarrassed by his harsh judgement. You don't want him to think ill of you. This isn't the first impression you wanted!

Taking a deep breath, you finally speak, "I did. I got a tattoo of you... because you're my favorite guy."

He sits there in silence, raising his brow quizzically.

"Tsk- What an utter disgrace you are. Ruining your perfect skin with something as unsightly as my face" he scoffs and releases your arm from his grasp, "pathetic."

His harsh words put you on the verge of tears. Maybe you were dumb for thinking he'd actually like it. You sit there, letting the weight of his judgment bear down on you. But then you realize, he doesn't hate the tattoo, he just hates himself.

"Gyutaro, that's not true at all!" You grab his wrist just as he was getting off of you, "I got this tattoo because I thought it was beautiful! Every time I see it I can't help but smile. It makes me happy, and there's nothing I rather look at every day for the rest of my life."

His eyes widen, and his lips close into a slight frown. Your words have really caught him off guard, no one has ever said such a thing to him. For a moment he questions if you really mean it. But you must if you went through the trouble of actually getting that tattoo.

Gyutaro's body moves on it's own as he leans forward and embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn't understand why, but when you said that to him it made him want to be closer to you. His heart skipped a beat and he felt as light as air.

It was a good feeling. Something he's never experienced before.

"Oh!" you gasp when he hugs you. You're just as surprised as he is by his actions, but of course it's something you welcome. Wrapping your arms around him, laying your cheek against his shoulder.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He doesn't know what comes after this, or what he should do. But he knows that he will ingrain your scent into his memory. Because he's never going to let go of the human that made him feel beautiful for the first time.

[underthetree845]

ello!! I saw that your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do like a drabble or headcanons (whatever u want really :]) for armin with a s/o who feels dumb because she tends to do stupid mistakes and get bad grades and she feels really insecure and ashamed about it

If you don't wanna do the request it's fine really :]

Hello Nonnie! Of course I want to- I'm honored that you sent in this ask. It's so lovely, and you seem very kind! This request is so so sweet- I know it took me a long time to get to but I thought about it whenever school stressed me out! Just wanted to say really quickly that you are an interesting and amazing person beyond test scores and grades, I'm giving you the biggest hug right now 💙💙 Thank you for your patience! Now without further ado-

Armin comforting his s/o (bad grades)

Armin Arlert/gn! Reader (Headcannons)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, implied modern au, implied college au, comfort, mentions of implied bullying, insecure reader, crying, reassurance, hurt/comfort, let me know if there's anything I missed!

Wc: 707

Summary: How would Armin help his s/o when they bring themselves down over not scoring highly on assignments or tests?

A/n: Happy Valentine's Day! Know that you are loved and valued, sending hugs and kisses to all of you!

Don’t even get this boy started- he practically has a whole encyclopedia on the reasons he loves you. Everyone knows. He could go on and on about you for hours (I’m not exaggerating). Although he’d be shy to say some of what he thinks, what comes first is you knowing how loved and valued you are. Armin is always always always willing to help you with your studies, he’s happy to be able to and so so proud of you for giving it your all. After a bad grade you seem to be really bent out of shape about, he takes you to his dorm and gives you all your favorite things like snacks, music, and of course cuddles and small words of encouragement. If it’s something you want to act on right away, Armin is more than willing to help you after you unwind for a bit. Rest time is just as important as studying, after all. Either way, he reminds you that you are a person beyond how you score on tests and things like that. He cares about you for who you are and not what you achieve. It’s important to remind yourself of the things you do well rather than always bringing yourself down with reminders of the things you do wrong. You have such a bright mind and so much love to offer. It kills him that you tear yourself apart so much. He finds ways to help you that cater to your learning style, and gently reminds you of the meticulous little important parts of the things you’re learning so you don’t trip yourself up over little mistakes. He endorses positive reinforcement! (And as a side note I think he’d make a great teacher or professor). If anyone tries to make you feel bad about it, Armin is there to reassure you all the way. Long hugs and deep breaths, he makes you tea (or anything else you may prefer) to refresh your mind. He tries to keep your thoughts off those people as much as he can, and always gives them nasty glares when you’re not looking. Reminds you that they only bring you down to make themselves feel better, and you are not defined by the opinions of others. As important as Armin considers studying to be, he also knows (from personal experience) that overworking yourself isn’t a better alternative. You can burn out much quicker that way. He makes sure you leave free time in your schedule to do things you enjoy. Seeing you happy and smiling is Armin’s favorite view in the entire world, even if it took him a while to get around to telling you. Your laughter makes something light flower in his chest. Armin makes sure to kiss your forehead when it’s crinkled with worry, rub or massage your shoulders when you’re tense, and hold your hands while whispering words of encouragement. His favorite is pecking your lips over and over till he feels a smile start to form.

One of the main things Armin reminds you of is that academic achievement is not and should not be the exclusive way of measuring anyone’s ‘worth.’ I mean look at him- he has his books and studies and philosophies- but he can’t run or catch a ball or play music. Armin is amazed by how many different kinds of people in the world there are, each with their own unique talent. You will always be more than enough to him for being who you are. He is there to support you through the good times and the bad, doesn’t think less of you for any rough patch or slip up. The non-judgemental and supportive atmosphere he surrounds you with feels like a breath of fresh air. Armin sees you as nothing less than extraordinary for simply being yourself.

“Hey, Angel, look at me,” his words soothe you as your teary eyes look up to meet his. “It’s going to be okay, alright? I promise,” his hands are warm as they cup your cheeks. He swipes at the tears as they cascade down your face, kissing each one away with a tender glow adorning his features. “You’re extraordinary Y/n. Have I ever lied to you?” 

A/n: Can this count as my Valentine's day fic? (╥﹏╥) Life has kept me so busy lately I wish I could write more :< Anyways, thank you for reading lovelies! Know that you deserve the best and I hope you have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening.

Tagging: @ringsofsaturnnnn (you said to tag you in everything so is this okay like T-T)