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rainee-da · 14 days

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will you ever write about the devil's quintuplets having sensitive ears??

i rlly want to see what you can write for famin lol

🍀 Their Sensitive Ears

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R15 for suggestive theme on some / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you

D O O M 🪞

He should've known that you had malicious flirtatious intents when you suddenly asked him to pick you up, out of nowhere.

Then again, your request is always strange to him, so he didn't suspect a thing.

And he deemed those to be one of his biggest blunders of all time.

The position is quite funny too, he's cradling your petite figure (compared to him) like a baby while you're playfully touching and tugging on his left ear.

If you're anything but his lover, he can and WILL body-slammed you onto the floor. But fate is being cruel to him today.

If only he's not as tall as a castle gate, he'll drop you to the ground in a heartbeat lol.

You can see the vein popping out on his temple and neck, the slight movement of his mouth as he silently gritted his teeth.

Why is his skin wet? Oh, he's sweating. Profusely. Poor him

"... Will you please stop, my dear?" he questioned begged you, his voice was velvety with silent threats veiling on its tone. "This... is quite distracting."

But you, being the shithead that you are, decided to kick it up a notch by blowing onto his earlobe.

Doom is doomed lol pun intended.

His whole body jerked in response and he harshly tilted his head to the opposite side of your face to avoid your torture.

And you trigger one of his once-in-a-blue-moon events, in which you successfully painted his face with red hues.

This man is a gentleman though, a gentleman that loves you! he will not stoop low to your level and do any kind of payback towards you.

For that reason, he'll simply stay as gentlemanly as ever and wait patiently until you get bored, enduring the torture you gave him.

Seriously, help this man. He's suffering.

F A M I N 🃏

"Hey, lookie here," he called out to you when you're minding your own business, making you turn your head to greet your boyfriend, "Look at my ear."

In his right ear is a long earring with a yellow tassel at the end of its string. If you look closely, there's a bit of blood on it.

... If you think it sounds like Cell's earrings, then you think correctly.

"I saw these on Cell's ear earlier and I like it, so I borrowed it from him," and what he means by 'borrowing' is that he forcefully ripped the earring straight from the poor man's ear.

Well, guess that explains the bit of blood on it... Cell do you wanna work at my place lol

He didn't pay any mind to your nagging about his cruelty and the unsanitary. It's nothing new after all.

He also didn't pay any attention to you when you approached him to 'clean' whatever you previously talked about.

But then, you touched his ear.

Your aim is innocent. You simply want to take the earring off and clean it first before giving it back to him. But you didn't expect him to suddenly go limp and faceplant to the concrete floor below you.

No, you didn't kill him. Don't worry.

As you knelt down to check on him, you noticed his whole face had gone beet red and his lips were trembling. He looks like he's about to combust.

"... Don't... touch my ears..." his voice is croaky, almost squeaky, as he stares at you with teary eyes.

If you tried to touch his ears again, he'd let out a harsh gasp and scoot away fearfully. Shaking his head with his eyes looking at you, silently pleading for your mercy.

"Forget it! Here! I don't want it anymore!" he barked and tossed the earring to you haphazardly. His face is beet red and his whole body is trembling.

After that he quickly stood up and vanished right into thin air using his magic. Though you can still hear the crunch of his shoes as he runs away.

With this you have obtained his weakness. Use it wisely!

E P I D E M 🍮

One afternoon, you're just in his lab accompanying him as per usual while he is getting ready to with his experiments.

"... Not only that, by diluting the extract of these plants you can obtain some magical fumes that will be useful in-" his words started to get blurry as he yapped on, using phrases and jargon you didn't understand.

The only time he pays attention to you is when he wants you spoon-fed him some pudding.

Being his lover, you're used to this mode of him and it was adorable that he still wants to include you in his world, even though you barely comprehend some of what he's talking about.

And it's boring!

You mindlessly minced the pudding in front of you with a spoon as he yapped and ranted about his experiments. A scowl plastered on your face and you want him to be a boyfriend for a minute! But this man is hella stubborn goddamnit!

As his back turned towards you, an idea popped up in your head.

He's still in the middle of his work, holding a beaker and carefully pouring the liquid inside of it into the cauldron when you suddenly pop out from behind him and kiss the tip of his ear.

His focus is instantly shattered. He gasped and stumbled backward slightly, almost dropping the beaker full of suspicious substance in his hand.

"M-My sweet, what are you doing?! That's dangerous!" his face is tinted red as he stares at you bug-eyed, flustered and slightly angered by your reckless action.

But your adorable face and your pouty complaint instantly melted his heart, his anger is forgotten and evaporated into thin air. Though his heart is still pounding out of his chest due to the stimulation you gave him.

"Why didn't you say so? Come here," he cooed and opened his arms to engulf you in a big hug. He swings your body gently side by side, enjoying the sweet scent of your hair.

But If you think that you're finally going to have a wholesome moment with him, you'd be dead wrong.

Because when you let your guard down, he'll suddenly tighten his embrace and whisper into your ear, "What you did before... is very naughty, you know that right?" before giving it a teasing nibble, "How do you think I should punish you now?"

... Yeah you gonna leave with a bunch of teeth marks on your body. Don't mess with this guy fr.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

It's late at night, it was an exhausting day for the both of you, and going to sleep as early as possible sounds very ideal right now.

But you can't do that. Because you gotta help this manchild undo his hair.

He'll give you a cheeky grin as you grumble in annoyance while you carefully release his hair from the ring holder that helps him keep his hair shaped into a sunburst.

The fact that each lock of his tied hair is glued with gel doesn't help either. Because now you gotta brush it too.

"Aww c'mon, why the pouty face?" he tried to coax you, voice sweet as honey as he playfully kissed your free hand.

And it might work on you if only he didn't say this one wrong sentence; "You should be grateful! After all, you're tending to the bestest dude in town, Delisaster!"

Yeah this lil' shit deserves it.

His breath got caught in his throat when you suddenly slammed his body to the bed, and he couldn't help but gulp at the 'horrifying' expression on your face, "H-Heyy, if you wanna get spicy at least finish my hair first!"

He was confused when you went and rummaged the drawer near the bed. But after seeing what you're holding in your hand, the feeling of dread instantly washes over him.

What are you holding, you might ask? just some earpick!

He jolted when you unannouncedly put the steely material onto his outer ear, and he moaned shrieked when you started making the scraping motion in his ear canal.

"Eeeek! I'm sorry m' sorry! Please please please-" his plea fell onto deaf ears as you kept torturing cleaning his ear, stating that 'the gel went into his ears' as an excuse.

You're lying, you just want to toy with this piece of shit.

His body twitches with each stroke, as if electricity runs through his veins and shocking his nerves. He wants to run away, but for some reason, his body feels limp and he's putty in your hand.

By the time you're done with him, he's already sweating profusely. His body is trembling as he stares at you wide-eyed, breathing heavily. You broke him.

From now on, if he's being a brat just show him some earpick. He'll be as docile as a lamb (begrudgingly)

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

"Just be patient. I just need to finish this one question and then we can cuddle," he said matter-of-factly as you kept droning and pleaded cutely for his attention.

Tomorrow is the final exam before the long break, and the both of you are having a study date in his room.

But you, of course, get bored quickly. So now you're making it your life mission to make him stop studying along with you.

Domina knows your mind like an open book though, so he also makes it his mission to ignore you until he finishes his paper.

... Not that he didn't want to cuddle, of course. Believe him, He FUCKING wants to! But it's irrational for him to not study just because of that!

One person has to be the sane one in this relationship lol.

"Why don't you just finish your paper? You just need to answer one more, right?" he didn't even look at you as he said that. He just gave you a small waving gesture as if to dismiss your presence.

No matter what act you pulled towards him, he didn't budge an inch. BUT no need to give up! Because you still have one more trick up your sleeves.

He should've known your silence means trouble. But he's naive, and he thought you just got bored and finally left him alone. Oh sweet summer child-

The ink in his pen scraped through the paper as he wrote an essay for the last question. Just one more and it will be ov-

Out of nowhere, something wet and soft touches his ear and his body instantly convulses as he lets out a girlish screech that echoed throughout the room.

You, being the piece of shit that you are, just licked his ear.

"Huh?! W-Why would you do that?!" he barked, his face as red as a tomato and covering both of his ears with his palm as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

You attempted to pry his hand away from his ear. He's stronger than you so of course you've failed to pry it away completely. But you still managed to touch the tip of his ear.

Yeah... now he's royally triggered.

"Oh it's on now!" he quickly lunged towards you and pinned you down on the floor. His face is red with a mixture of anger and flusters as he started to tickle your side relentlessly.

And now you spent an entire night with him just wrestling against each other, resulting in both of you earning a detention that lasted for a week.

... And now you two didn't finish that last question on those papers, just as you wanted.

Domina 0 - 1 You

Sorry it's taking me so long to write this! I'm in the middle of renovating my room lately and was often too tired to do anything... I can't believe I've been delaying in finishing this hcs for almost a week lol.

After this, I'm going to take it slow and write some general headcanon regarding the brothers. If you had any request, feel free to send one if ask box is open!

Anyway, sorry it's taking this long. I hope everyone enjoys it! 🍀

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jeannineee · 11 months

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Hi hi! Would you be interested in writing a Eris NSFW alphabet? ❤️

NSFW Alphabet (Eris Vanserra)

a/n: requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+, minors be gone)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very very gentle with you. He can be quite rough, so he’ll ask over and over again if you’re okay. He’ll bathe you, massage your sore muscles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, probably his arms. He’s very well-built. He loves holding you up against the wall as he fucks you, or using his arms to pins you. Also loves when you dig your nails into them.

For you? He strikes me as a leg man, idk why. He loves your thighs, how they feel wrapped around his waist, or when you squeeze them around his head when he goes down on you. He loooves marking them, too.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to come inside of you. But when you take him down your throat, he likes to finish on your tongue, and watch you swallow. (I’m disgusting sorry LMFAO)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d definitely be down to share you. Maybe even with someone he hates. (read: Azriel or Cassian)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Remember in ACOWAR, when Brannagh says, “Autumn Court males have fire in their blood. And they fuck like it too.” ????

Eris can FUCK. No question about it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When he’s feeling more gentle, missionary.

But his favorite is probably doggy, or reverse cowgirl, with him thrusting up into you. He can slap your ass and pull your hair easily in those positions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I don’t see him being goofy, honestly. Unless you’re a one night stand.

If he’s with you long term, though? He takes it seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes the carpet matches the drapes. He’s well trimmed, just a small patch of hair above base of his cock.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Eris can definitely be intimate with you, and he enjoys that.

But he prefers fucking you senseless.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely ever does it after he meets you. Unless you have to be away from each other.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh boy!!!!

Brat taming, Wax play (the man has fire powers, come on), pain play, spanking, degradation, praise, bdsm in general

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Prefers your bedroom, but if you’re being a brat he’ll yank you into an empty closet or corridor and remind you who you belong to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re bratty, or giving him attitude. He likes the challenge.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything is on the table, but he won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he’s fairly equal, here.

Loves taking his time between your thighs, lapping at your folds, sucking your clit until you’re begging him to stop.

But!! Also loves seeing your lips wrapped around his cock. He likes throatfucking, if you let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally pretty rough, but he does have moment when he’s gentle and slow with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t prefer them, unless you’re teasing him or being a brat.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes!! Has definitely bent you over the table in his study while people mill about in the hall only several feet away.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go all night, easily. He’s fae, come on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Uh, duh.

Blindfolds, rope, vibrators, dildos, leg spreaders, etc. he has anything you can imagine, and will buy anything you want.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is MEAN. He’ll whisper in your ear alllll day.

��Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

And then he’ll pretend like nothing happened, the ass.

He’ll touch you under your dress during meetings, fingers barely ghosting over your clit. He is veryyyy unfair.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not super loud, until he’s close. Mostly grunts and groans.

He’s loud when you go down on him, though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This isn’t nsfw, but I think he’s bisexual. I will die on that hill.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s PACKING. Long, and thick. It takes a minute to get used to his size, every time the two do you have sex.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very very high. He could take you anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly, but he always makes sure that you’re asleep, first.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #smut #acomaf #female reader #Eris Vanserra #Eris Vanserra smut #eris vanserra x reader #acosf #acowar #acofas

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thebackseatofjimsblazer · 2 years

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Pairing: PlusSize!Fem!Reader x Billy Hargrove

Rating: E - MINORS!DNI

CW & WC: 5.4k — body image but like, you take it like a champ for the most part. Slightly jealous billy? Reader teases tf out of him. Smut! Oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, p in v. can i get an amen for friends to lovers trope? OOC for billy. (Cross posted from my ao3)

Summary: You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like. Or the one where you are Billy’s only real friend and you guys fall in love once he finally sees how hot you can look.

When Billy moved to Hawkins with the rest of his dysfunctional family, it wasn’t hard to notice how unamused he was with all of it. Disdain was shown by Billy when it had become apparent that he would have to drive Max to and from school everyday. Billy was disturbed by how many hicks openly walked around this shit hole town. Furthermore, he was impassioned with how much pressure he put himself under, day in and day out, to make himself seem macho to everyone else who would never see what happens behind his front door.

Then he met you. You had been able to create amusement in the dull evenings in this shit hole town, around all these hicks, without being bothered by how much he projected his own insecurities that he had never admitted. All the while making driving Max around worth it because you chipped in a few bucks for gas here and there just because you could. You saw Billy for who he really was… a boy who was severely damaged and just needed to feel like he was loved somehow, even if that love was in the form of fake friendships from the majority of the student population and easy girls looking to know what California tasted like.

Neither one of you really remembers how your friendship was formed. If it had been like the movies you’ve watched, he would have never given you the time of day to begin with. Because if your life was one of those movies, it would be like that one scene when the least desired girl walks past the lead role with heart eyes while he’s walking to his insanely hot girlfriend. The same girlfriend that’s using cigarettes and dick as meal replacements. Because that’s not you… and it's not hard to see. You’ve always been the heavy girl and you’ve come to accept that.

“Hey Billy…” You start to say, flipping through a magazine while he wrenches on something under the hood of his car. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, just grunts as a way to acknowledge that he’s listening. “Cassidy Wymen, ya’know the only sophomore in advanced bio this year? She was crying in the bathroom today because she said you had turned her down on account of her boobs being too small.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recount looking right at her chest when she had said what Billy allegedly told her. When you look up, Billy meets your eyes and wipes his hands on the grease rag.

“Yeah? Well, tough tits.” You both laughed at his joke, but Billy continued on with what he needed to say. “I don’t know Y/N… I mean, we’re seniors now. I guess my tastes are changing a little bit. I’m feeling more like a grown man - like a real grown ass man - so it feels eh… weird… to be feeling on tits a boy would be feelin’ up on.” Billy’s nonchalant nature of his explanation stirred more questions than you had anticipated. When you brought it up, it was because you wanted to tell Billy to at least be nicer to the girls he knew are less experienced in the art of awkward high school hookup culture. It’s not even like you knew from first hand experience… Billy had just explained everything to you so that you wouldn’t get your heart broken.

“Wait, so you’re saying that a rack like Regan Convery’s is now more your speed?” You asked. It was no secret that Regan was working with less than a D-cup, but her waist and rib cage to breast ratio definitely made them look bigger than they actually were. Billy just shrugged and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I guess. I mean she’s, like, probably the only one at our school that’s gonna be sizing up a cup size before the second coming.” Billy jokes. You both chuckle at his joke. Yeah, but I know mine are bigger, You think to yourself. Having to attend gym class and get dressed in front of some of the student body, you may or may not have compared your body to your peers’. They always had thinner arms, flatter stomachs, and narrower thighs… but you always had bigger boobs.

“Aye, when you find out who has bigger boobs than Regan, make sure she doesn’t have braces. You don’t need a repeat of the Amanda incident.” You say as you start walking towards your house. On the days Billy works on his car, you’re glad that you live on the same street as him because you know there’s no way in hell he’d drive his baby anywhere in such a trying time.

As you’re about to open your front door to your house, you hear Billy holler back, “Dear lord, Y/N.” And you close the door with a chuckle.

A few days later, you and Billy decided to sneak into your parent’s alcohol cabinet late in the evening. To be fair, it was a Saturday night where he didn’t need to take Max anywhere and your parents were out of town on an impromptu honeymoon redo. It was clearly the only logical thing to do.

“Alright, Y/N… I can’t be the only one getting action around here. I mean, your parents are probably even boning more than you are.” Billy half yells, passing the bottle to you . A fake gagging noise from him making that comment about your parents makes him wholeheartedly laugh. You take a swig from the bottle and lean back, letting your arm support your new position.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I probably would be fucking someone if there was someone to fuck. I mean, c’mon Billy… get real. I don’t know a single person who wants to have sex with me.” You shake your head at the last few words and pass the bottle back to Billy.

“I know someone…” Your ears perk up. “Daniel Williams said he’d totally bang you if- ah, don’t worry. Never mind… he was being a dick about it.” Billy stammered. He busied himself from your stare by crawling over to your record player and starting up one of the vinyls he brought over.

“What the fuck, Billy. You can’t just say shit like ‘Ah, don’t worry… Nevermind..’ and expect me to just be content.” You said while mocking him with a funny voice.

“Y/N, I don't sound like that.” He said. You gave him a look that could only be translated as ‘Hurry up and tell me already’. Billy sighed, sat back in front of you on the floor, and handed you the bottle before he started talking again. “Look, he was seriously being a dick about it and I already told him that if he ever said this to you, we’d both knock his teeth in… but he had said that he’d be totally down to fuck if you’d be down to keep it in secret…” You were confused at first, because that’s what Billy did with more than half the girls he slept with. So you didn’t understand why he was so upset with Daniel for saying the same thing, until you heard the next thing he said, “… because you’re shaped like the icebox in his basement.”

Billy fully anticipated for you to be hurt by this, so he was nervous when you started to cackle. Tears were forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at this point and Billy was starting to look uncomfortable. “Oh Billy, that is the funniest thing I’ve heard since you told me you were going to stop smoking.” You sighed once your laughing fit calmed itself down.

“How’s that funny to you? I swear, if you were any other girl, you’d probably cry from how fucked up that was.” Billy shakes his head, unable to wrap his head around the thought of a girl laughing at being made fun of.

“Well, duh, because it’s not true. It just looks true because I wear baggy shirts.” You explain. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t normally wear clothes that show my figure because old fucks can’t mind their business.” You get up, walk to your closet, and start looking for that one dress you had bought for your trip to Texas last summer. Walking into the hallway for privacy, you quickly change into it. It fits a little bit tighter than it did last year, but this will just help prove your point more. Your boobs fill it in more, even having a little overflow. The dress does wonders to camouflage your stomach pouch and accentuate the inward curve of your waist that leads to the outward curves of your hips and ass.

Before walking back into your room, you peek your head through the door to Billy who had now moved to sit on your bed. “Alright dude, close your eyes and then I’ll tell you when to open them,” You say. Billy rolls his eyes, but complies. Walking into your room slowly, you start to feel a little nervous. Billy has never seen you dressed like this. It’s not like you’re hoping he’d find you attractive or anything, but you definitely would be pissed if he said something fucked up. At the end of the day, he really is the only person you value the opinion of. When you’re finally standing right in front of him, you poke him right in the forehead and he opens his eyes.

“Goddamn, Y/N…” He stammers. Billy sits up straight and shifts his eyes around your body, quickly scanning over the many parts that appeal to him. You turn around to your vanity to find the bottle. Grabbing it, you catch the reflection of Billy behind you staring right at your ass. The dress was just barely long enough to cover everything. You cough a little after taking a swig, causing you and Billy to lock eyes through the mirror. “I mean, uh, you look very nice.” Billy says, then clears his throat.

Turning around to walk back to him, you ask, “Do you think I look like Daniel’s fucking icebox?” The nervous part of you doesn’t want to know what his answer is, but the part that values his opinion - and tipsy part - needs to hear what he thinks. He just shakes his head and grabs the bottle from your grasp. Taking a sip, then placing it on the floor by his feet, Billy just stares you right in the eyes.

“Nah, Y/N… I’d have to say you look like… like…” The intensity of his eyes on you becomes too much to handle, so you turn away with heat rushing to your face. He quickly grabs you by the hand to stop you from walking away from him, and says, “You look, like, really hot. I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to just say it. Y/N, c’mon just look at me for a second.” He coaxes and then continues, “As your friend, that happens to be a guy, I’d totally bang you if you didn’t already know I was a man-whore.” Laughter filled the room from both of you. The feeling of the alcohol started to become more prominent in your body and you grabbed onto Billy’s shoulders to maintain your balance. Billy’s hand instinctively went to your waist to support your swaying. Taking the opportunity, Billy looked where his hand had landed and soaked in the way it looked around your curves. As if his feet had a mind of their own, he stepped closer to you so that now the both of you had the opportunity to smell the alcohol radiating off of yourselves.

“Hey Y/N, I think I found out who has bigger tits than Regan. Can you just do me a favor and smile?” He asks. You chuckle and push at his chest to gain distance. Walking back to your closet, you say over your shoulder, “You already know I don’t have braces, you fuckhead.” You start skimming through your clothes in your closet to keep yourself busy. There’s no way you’re about to let Billy see how much he has you blushing from his little joke.

“You should wear something nice and tight to school on Monday and make Daniel cream his pants.” Billy suggested. You pondered that scenario for a few seconds, but shook your head.

“If I’m going to wear something like that, it's not going to be for Daniel.” You turn around and see Billy had taken a seat on your bed again, but this time he had made himself more comfortable with your pillows. Even taking one to put on his lap so that he could rest his arms more comfortably. Your brain is fuzzy from the alcohol and from seeing Billy so comfortable, so you cross your arms and rest your weight on one leg - cocking your hip to that side in the process - to be able to give yourself time to think of what you were going to say next. But as you watch Billy’s eyes scan the way your tits squeeze closer to each other, and the way he shifts the pillow in his lap, the lightbulb in your head lights up. No, it doesn’t just light up, it bursts. Your plan forms so quickly in your head, you barely have time to process it before Billy can meet your eyes again. You’re not going to wear something nice and tight for Daniel, no. Not at all. You’re going to wear something nice and tight for Billy and he’s not gonna know what hit him.

You give yourself one last one over in front of the hallway mirror before heading out the front door. It’s Monday morning and Billy should be waiting outside with Max at his car. You’re following your plan, fully hoping it would work, but also feeling like it might fail. You’re wearing a denim skirt you know is long enough to not get you dress coded, but short enough to catch Billy’s attention and one of his shirts that you tied in a knot at your waist to show off your hips. Walking out to the car, Max and Billy look up at you.

“Holy shit Y/N, you look hot!” Max says in disbelief. She climbs into the backseat as you patiently wait to get into the passenger. You thank her as you close the door. Billy takes a second, but he finally gets into the car and roars it to life. Being dressed like this, Billy can’t help but notice the way your boobs jiggle at every bump and pothole in the roads. When you’re too distracted talking to Max, he tilts his rear view mirror to align with your chest so he has a better view of them. Within no time, he’s pulling into the middle school’s side of the parking lot. Knowing that you’d have to get out for Max, you deliberately put on a show of arching your back while climbing out the car.

“Bye Max, I’ll see you later” You say as she skates away. Climbing back into the car, you look over to him already staring right at you. “What? Is something the matter?” You ask Billy.

“No, I just thought you weren’t going to do this. Ya’know, I thought you weren’t going to fuck with Daniel like this.” He said, his eyes shifting back to the front of the car so that he could drive the both of you to his parking space.

“Oh, I’m not. I just thought it would be a cool idea to see who else would be totally down to fuck me and not want to keep it in secret.” You replied right as he was parking. You quickly get out of the car and start walking to the building, leaving him scrambling to get out of the car. You holler over your shoulder at him, “If you hear anything, tell me. I want names and specifics!” Saying this, you hope it would make Billy get in his head. But there’s only one way to find out… and you’d have to wait until the end of the day when school was out to see if it worked.

The whole ride back to your neighborhood was quiet. Well, except for Max. “I don’t know how, but there were kids in my school that heard about you Y/N. The first rumor was that you were a new kid, then the next rumor was that you had plastic surgery over the weekend. Ah, you should have heard it.” She said as she leaned forward so that she could be between you and Billy. You just chuckled and left her to her thoughts. Billy stayed quiet… Getting out of the car, you ask Billy if he had gotten the notes during the part of history class that you ‘totally spaced out’ during. “Yeah, here’s my notebook. Just make sure to grab it and bring it in the morning.”

“Wait no, just come over really quickly. I can just jot it down and hand it right over.” You counter. He stares at you for a second before walking in the direction of your house with you.

“Thank you, Billy.” You say, drawing out the end of his name. The both of you walk up the stairs with you leading the way. You make it a point to sway your hips with every step.

“So… Do I have any admirers?” You ask once you sit down at your desk. You won't tell Billy this, but you have all the notes you needed from today’s lesson. In fact, you have more than he does. You just wanted to get him alone. He lays down on your bed with a grunt. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want you to ask that question at all. In frustration, he closes his eyes as he lays.

“Yeah, you do.” He says. His short answer doesn't satisfy you, so you hum in encouragement for him to continue while you pretend to copy his notes. “I fucking caught Steve Harrington catching flies with his mouth during second period. Then in third period, in history, I saw our teacher fix his pants about a gazillion times. I mean, what a pervert…” He huffs. He’s clearly getting irritated recalling how your history teacher reacted. “…And then in the locker room, oh god they wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Tommy and Derek kept going on and on about how they’d just love to ‘taste that sweetness’ and watch your boobs boun- ya’know what? Forget it. They were saying very distasteful things about you.” He sighed. Hearing Billy say distasteful and boobs in the same sentence was unheard of so, naturally, you turn to him in a questioning nature.

“You’re mad at them for being distasteful? Billy, I’m almost certain you’ve said something along those lines about many girls.” You say. Standing up and walking over to your bed, Billy continues to rest his eyes. He doesn't notice your presence until you sit on the edge next to him. “Why are you mad about it, Billy?” You ask.

“Am not. My head just hurts from idiots.” He replies. But he won’t meet your eyes, so you know he’s lying. “Nuh uh, Billy. You’re full of shit right now. Why’re you so bothered about it?” You continue to nudge him with your hand and encourage him to tell you what’s got him so pissed. “Oh, come on Billy. Just tell me!” You push on his chest and nudge his side with your hips. Your smile drops when he snaps and finally spills.

“I’m just- ugh! I just don't know how to feel because when they were saying how they’d just love to see how your big tits bounced as you ride their cocks, I couldn’t help but think the same thing… and it's too much. I’ve never thought about you that way…” You stand up from where you had been sitting and fully turn your body to look at him. “… Y/N, I’m sorry.” He sits up to the edge of the bed so that he could meet you eye to eye more easily. Billy dons the look of shame as he bows his head. But you don't let him look that way for long. Slowly, mustering up every ounce of courage you had, you placed your hand on the back of his head and guide it so that he was looking back up at you.

“What if I wanted you to think of me like that?” You asked. Confused, Billy cocks his head to the side. You ask again, “What if I wore this outfit, specifically with your shirt, so that you would think of me like that? I know how you were looking at me when I showed you my dress…” Pushing him backwards by his shoulders, you crawled onto your bed so that your legs sat on either side of his hips. Out of instinct, Billy placed his hands on your hips. Billy was too stunned by what you were doing and saying to answer you. Leaning down to get closer, you whisper, “I know you were hiding a boner that night. You totally want to bone me, huh?”

“So what if I do?” He counters in a defensive tone. You lean back up, shifting your weight around to find a more comfortable angle for your hips, and ask, “So why don’t you?” Within a matter of seconds, Billy’s grip on your hips tighten and he flips the both of you over so that he is now hovering over you. Your legs find a comfortable position around his hips as he balances most of his weight on his right arm with his other hand still grabbing your hip.

“Do you actually want this, Y/N?” You nod your head and let out a quiet ‘yes’, not trusting your voice. Being able to feel the weight of his hips pressed against your groin was intoxicating, so you roll your hips up to gain more pleasure. Billy groans and drops his face to the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses and lightly nipping at the skin. “All day, I’ve been thinking about how fucking oblivious I’ve been to what you look like… how much time I’ve wasted not being able to know what your curves feel like… not knowing what this juicy cunt tastes like…” He trails off as the hand he had on your hip moves under your skirt, not stopping his attention to your neck. A breathy moan falls from your lips when you feel the palm of his hand press against where your clit would be, but your puffy lips hide it from him.

“Y/N, you’re my only real friend - my best friend - so I’m not going to bullshit you here.” A lump starts to form in your throat, thinking Billy was going to tell you that he couldn’t do this because of your friendship. Or how he couldn’t do this because he wouldn't want it getting out that you two had done this. So what he said next surprised you, “I don't think I can do this if you want to keep it a secret. In fact, I won't do this if I’m not allowed to walk you into school tomorrow and show everyone that you’re my girl… so just tell me now to stop if that’s not something you want from me.”

Instead of saying anything, you grab Billy’s face and kiss him. Taking the kiss as permission to go farther, he dipped his finger under the side of your panties. Dipping into your wetness, Billy trailed his finger up through your folds to your clit and started pleasing you with a slow side to side movement. You broke the kiss, moaning his name, and looked down to where his hand was hidden under your skirt. When you look back at him, he’s already looking right at you; studying the way your eyebrows furrow and mouth hangs open from the pleasure he’s giving you. Billy stops his motions and slowly pops his finger into his mouth, never breaking eye contact. “Damn, Y/N… With a pussy that sweet, I don't think I’ll need to have a piece of candy for the rest of my life.” And with that, Billy was moving off the bed to kneel between your legs.

Delicately, Billy removed your panties. This confused you, so you went to unbutton your skirt so that you would be completely bare for him, but he stopped your movements, “No way, Y/N… I’ve been thinking all day about how much I wanted to hide my head under this damn skirt and make you squirm. It’s staying on.” And with that, Billy moved your hands to the side of your body, shifted the skirt up slightly to give you some slack, and picked your legs up so that they were supported on his shoulders. He gave you a devious smile and a wink before disappearing under the skirt. Billy didn’t ease his way into pleasuring you, he just drove straight in.

“Oh my God, Billy! Fuck…” You draw out. Your back arches off of your bed as pornographic moans leave your lips. Billy kept your hips as steady as he could, but you were still able to get little bucks in here and there. You felt his tongue go wide at your hole, lapping up all of your juices, before returning back to your clit. Burrowing his lips and tongue between your puffy lips to find your clit again, Billy began sucking steadily on it. The intense pleasure he was giving you made you produce high pitched moans, each one coming out with each exhale. You knew you weren’t going to last long if he stayed at this speed, but you were adamant on wanting to cum from him fucking you.

“Billy, stop…” You grabbed him by his head and yanked him off your clit with a satisfying pop. He looked at you like he did something wrong, but you spoke before he could ask, “I wanna cum on your cock.” Billy groans and bites his lip at hearing this. You both start stripping away at your clothes, throwing them into a mixed pile on the ground. Before Billy knows it, you’re pushing him down so that he was then sitting on the bed and you were the one kneeling before him this time.

“Aw, fuck yeah. You gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?” He asks with a smirk. Looking up at Billy, you nod your head and make it a point to put on a little show for him. You start by slowly rubbing your hands up and down the inside of his thighs, barely letting the tips of your fingernails lightly drag across his skin. All while maintaining eye contact with him, you grab him and guide his tip to your mouth. Little by little, you allow most of his member to slip into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. Billy’s eyes fluttered shut, “Fuck, just like that.” He moaned out.

Picking up the speed, loud wet sounds filled the room alongside Billy’s moans and whimpers. You shouldn’t be so surprised with how thick his cock is, but you are. Especially since your jaw is already starting to feel uncomfortable after such a little amount of time of blowing him. Even if Billy hadn’t eaten you out, you know that seeing him and hearing him like this would have gotten you just as wet. He doesn't let you continue for too long before he's pulling your mouth off of his cock and guiding you to lay down on the bed.

“I thought you wanted me to ride your cock so you could see my tits bounce.”

“Oh trust me Y/N, I’ll get my chance to see that next time. Just lay back and relax.” He replied. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy dragged his tip through your folds. Teasing you, he tapped your clit causing both of you to whimper in anticipation. He looked at you for a second to see if there was any hesitation showing in your face. And when he didn’t see any, he started to press the tip in. Billy takes his time pushing himself all the way in, giving you enough time in between shallow thrusts to adjust to his size. You never ever thought in a million years that you would actually be under your best friend, waiting for him to fuck the daylights out of you. But when you thought about it, which was more times than youd like to admit, you didn’t account for how potentially thick he could be. So when he fully bottoms out, you cannot help but think how incredibly full and stretched out you feel.

“Y/N… uh- baby…” Billy moans, continuing his slow and shallow thrusts. “Your pussy feels so good, I dont know how long I’m going to last.” With a strained look on his face, you watch through fluttering lashes as he changes the pace to slow and long thrusts. With Billy fucking you at this pace, you can feel him hit your sweet spot every time he goes to the hilt.

“Me neither. Fuck me, Billy. Make me cum on your thick, strong cock.” You moan out. The way you spoke to Billy was not something he’d ever expect from you, but it was also not something he’d ever get tired of. Your words did something to him and it was soon thereafter that he began pounding you into your bed. Loud, wet smacks of skin, with a mixture of both of your moans, filled the room. Snaking your hand down to rub your clit, you focused on aiding yourself in reaching your own climax. Billy noticed what you were doing and reached out to roll one of your nipples between his fingers before leaning down to latch onto the other one with his mouth. The same mouth that latched onto your clit in a similar way. Just thinking about what his lips and tongue were doing to you earlier, and what they were doing to you now, pushed you right to your climax.

Screaming his name, you cum hard. Billy’s hips stutter in rhythm when he feels how your walls squeeze him almost impossibly tight. “Where? Hurry baby, tell me where…” he pants. You could tell him to pull out and cum anywhere he aimed like you told previous partners, but you didn’t want to. Billy was different… Billy meant something to you. So you said, “In me. Fill me up, Billy.”

Billy leaned down and began pounding you at a speed you weren’t aware he was capable of. Billy was pure animalistic with his thrusts, growling out, “Fuck, taking my cock like a good girl.” His words and the way he was pounding you started to push you towards another climax. Nipping at your earlobe, he asked, “Are you going to milk my balls with your tight pussy?” You nod your head frantically and let out high pitched moans with every breath. Billy grabbed a fistful of hair for purchase , causing a delightful amount of pain for you. Feeling like Billy was there to keep you in that position, making you take his cock, you began unraveling. Your walls clenched down on his cock, fluttering with every thrust he made.

With only a few more thrust left in him, Billy pushed himself all the way into you and held himself there. When you thought Billy was done cumming, and working on slipping himself out, he roughly pounded himself into your overstimulated pussy a few more times accompanied by deep grunts that punctuated each one. When he had finally rolled off of you and was laying by your side, you both looked at each other and let out a few chuckles. Billy grabbed you and rolled you onto your side so that both of you could look at each other. Neither one of you did say anything for a beat; just stared and drank each other in.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him.

“Don't worry about it sweetheart…” He trailed off. He brought his hand up to the side of your face and ghosted his thumb in soft circles.

Did Billy hate Hawkins? Absolutely. But he knew that as long as you were by his side, his life here would be more bearable until he left. And now that being just friends was no longer an option, he knew that he would do anything to get you to leave this shit hole, hick infested town with him. But until then, he was perfectly content with laying with you on your bed

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writingoddess1125 · 9 months

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First of all I wanna say I hope both sides of ur pillow are cold at night, your charger works at every angle and you never stub your toe 🛐🛐🛐💞💌💌🥺🥺 Idk if you take requests, apologies of you don't, but I would like to ask if you would make one of those NSFW Alphabets with Shanks? Thank you for getting me through this week with your fics 🙏🏻 I have become a Mihawk girlie now too because of your work 😩

I'm so glad you you love the fics!! And thank you for the kindness towards me you are truly a Saint to wish for my pillow to be cold 🙏

Welcome to the Mihawk club BTW ;3

But I Gotcha Darling!

N$FW Alphabet:

Shanks Edition!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Very loving, he is kind and has a strong sense of responsibility for his S/O. He will clean them up, get them anything they need and cuddles too.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Truthfully he loves his hair, it's a odd relationship since its such a unique feature of his so it draws too much attention. But also loves it since it's a heavy part of his identity.

Their back weirdly enough, the curve of their form and dip of their hips. He will guide his fingertips down their back and admire it.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Shanks can be a bit messy, he will cum on the nearest surface of skin of his S/O. But his favorite is inside-

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He and Buggy used to have a physical thing for a while. It was more experimental and gave him creative ideas for sex, however he is very transparent with his S/O about it and open to any questions.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

This man has a open book of experiences, having done and seen a lot of things in his day! He knows every way to make someone squirm moan and more.

F= Favorite position

The Face-Off is his favorite position. Seated and with his S/O on his lap facing him while they ride him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He isn't the most serious especially with intimate moments in bed. He feels like it's a moment for him to be vulnerable and open. Will giggle with them and kiss their cheeks, drawing chuckles from his S/O

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Is a bit lazy with his own grooming habits, he will occasionally give himself a trim up but is more okay with a all natural look. Defiently has the Nickname of Fire Bush 🔥

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Shanks is very romantic, he can get rough but he is Defiently the type to differ in Sex Vs. Love Making and with his S/O it's always lovemaking.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Not as often, he used to in the past but finds he'd rather do other things. Especially since he has a S/O so it's unnecessary.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

He has two big kinks he loves. He does have a mild breeding kink, he loved the idea of 'Breeding' his so in any means and knowing it was him who did it.

His second biggest Kink a Praise Kink and he is open to switching in this role as he loves to be praised or give it.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He likes his own place in terms of Sex or a good Hotel. He isn't one to judt fuck anywhere and even for Quickies he has his favorite spots pre-picked out.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Truthfully his S/O is his biggest turn on- them just walking around will be enough to get him worked up.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Degradation is a turn off for him, as well as amputation kinks. He finds both I credibly disturbing and will immediately not be interested.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He is a giver, while he does love some good oral he prefers to give. He likes the feeling of being inbetween his S/O's legs and feeling their reactions.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

He keeps a pretty even pace, he can be pretty quick in hip movement. However in terms of length in bed he can last quite a while.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He does enjoy a good Quickie. However it's only if that is the only option he likes something more sensual if it's available but a has hard fuck is never a issue

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Hell yeah, he's always willing to try new things! If he hasn't done it already he will give it a go.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Shanks has fairly high Stamina and can last at 20 minute goes with at least 3 rounds in him.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Shanks down for toys, is willing to use them on his S/O or let them be used against himself.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Shanks is a walking tease, yes he loves romantic and even pacing in terms of sex but he LOVES to take his time to watch his S/O come undone. The look on their faces as they moan and desperately get closer to their climax is so hot to him.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

From grunts, gentle moans and words of Praise Shanks can be quite vocal. He likes to say sweet things to his S/O if he's on top.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He has been pegged and did not mind it. While isn't his most favorite of things it was interesting at the time and if his S/O is interested he will be down for another round with the plastic.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Shanks is very blessed- 9.5in easy, and let's say he's more of s grower then a show-er in these parts 😉

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

While he is incredibly flirtatious he doesn't have the highest of sex drives. Defiently very relaxed and will be down if his parter is. However naturally is a twice a week kind of man.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Shanks will stay up for a bit, making sure they fall asleep and just admire his S/Os form. Run his hand through their hair and make sure they're comforble

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NSFW Alphabet: Vox

Warning: This obviously contains NSFW content, Minors DNI

Thanks to @pinkhimecat and @bloodypeachblog for the help!

Also tagging: @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @je-suis-eternel-jennie

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Vox is pretty good with aftercare. He cares too much for him not to care about you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hair. How smooth it is, the way it smells, the way it feels when he grabs it to get your attention.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum glows an eerie blue, he loves seeing it drip out of your abused pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't mind being on the bottom. As long as he takes care of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not too experienced, but he does know what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, he loves it when you take control after a stressful day. Plus, he gets to see your face which is always a plus.

G = Goofy (are they more severe in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He's pretty serious, he likes to stay in control during sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't grow hair, so he's clean down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He's super intimate with you, he loves reminding you how much he loves you. He also loves being in control with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why do it himself when he can have you suck his dick under his desk?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, he loves being in control of you. Voyeurism, he does enjoy watching you when you don't know it and then coming to your aid. Cockwarming, he tried it once, now you are constantly sitting on his lap during meetings, warming his cock. He also likes to electrocute you, nothing too serious, but he likes making you squirm. Finally, voluntary hypnosis. Vox isn't a forceful man when it comes to you, so he'd make sure you're okay with him using his hypnosis on you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his office for sure. He loves bending you over his desk and fucking you raw. He also loves you sucking him off under his desk during meetings.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Praise, this man lives to be praised by the public and especially you. He lives for those moments you tell him how smart and handsome he is.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Nothing that can seriously hurt you and gross stuff. He's not afraid to draw a bit of blood every once in a while, but he wants you to be safe.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving oral sex from you. He thinks your mouth is just perfect to him. He's not greedy though, his tongue isn't just for show. He loves pleasing you too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's rough, but his pace depends on his mood. If he's feeling tired after a long day of work he'll take it easier on you, but if he's feeling stressed or angry, prepare your pussy for the fucking of your life.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves a good quickie. Vox is a busy man and doesn't always have time to always have a long intimate experience with you, so every once in a while he'll call you into his office for a nice quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Oh, he loves taking risks with you. Especially, risking getting caught with you. He knows he can charm the pants off of any person who questions his relationship, so it's not like his reputation would be ruined if he was caught with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Dude runs on coffee and electricity. He can go for hours. I'd say he'd go until you're unable to. Some days he runs low on energy, so he only goes about 6 rounds.

He does own a few toys, all of them are modeled after his own dick thanks to Valentino. Most of these toys are gifts from Valentino.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you as he pounds away at your body. He loves teasing you about how much you love his cock, or how good you take it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He wants all of Hell to hear how good he is in bed. As for what sounds he'd make, probably some breathy grunts and moans. "Gah...ngh..fuck.."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His ero zone is the plug where he hooks into his TVs, on the back of his head.

He's rocking a 6 inch cock, very nice girth. Has a jacob's ladder. As for color, take a normal human cock, and invert the colors. Add more emphasis with the blue on the head. That's Vox's cock.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high. He dated Valentino, he has to be able to keep up. Plus, if you weren't so fucking cute all the time he wouldn't be horny all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

If the sex is good enough, he starts to doze off not long after he's done. Otherwise, he's ready for the next round relatively quick.

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Castiel NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Confused. Cas has to lowkey process that he just had sex. He doesn't understand aftercare at all. if you need water or anything you're going to have to explain it to him. He has no idea.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) He loves his partners eyes. He thinks that someone's eyes can be like a glimpse in their soul, and he finds that sort of romantic. Cas doesn't really have a favorite body part on himself. If asked he'd probably just blurt something out like his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) If you cum on Cas, he is going to be SHOOOOK. "Did I-I do that?". He is going to be shocked yet thrilled he made you cum. He gets off on his partner getting off.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He has a slight corruption Kink. He likes the thought of a "pure" or "innocent" S/O being with the rebellious angel.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) he has no experience. you're going to have to teach him everything.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He's simple. He likes missionary. He isn't prepared just yet for new positions, but he is interested in cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's Castiel. it's hard to tell if he is being serious or goofy most of the time. You kind of just have to go with it and live in the moment with Cas.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He just lets that shit grow. he is an angel after all. he isn't really updated on human needs and hygiene processes. Mostly because he doesn't need the things a human would.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) he has tried to be intimate, he isn't very good at expressing the way he feels so you kind of got to work with him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Never. he never really has the urge, he has you. he doesn't see the point of it when having an S/O

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) corruption, slight femdom, and slight power play

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He likes you two to be in private it makes him feel more connected to you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) you. just you. If you're in the mood so is Cas. You want to try something new so is Cas. whatever you want Cas is excited to do with you and is ready to go.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) Knife play. he just doesn't get it. also, if you brought up knife play, he would immediately think you mean torture.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) he has no skills, but he is learning. teach him what you like and don't like, and he will start to get better and better. He is a quick learner. He prefers receiving to giving but isn't against giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Cas is in the middle he doesn't like to be too rough. He usually likes it to be slow and deep. he likes to bury his face in your neck and have one of those intimate moments he trys so hard to execute.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn't like quickies. he wants to speed time with you and enjoy each other and sees sex as one of the things that should have more time spent on it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) he is okay with experiment but take it slow. He can get overwhelmed easily by new things. He is down to take small risks if you ask him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) (side note: I'm over here like wait a damn minute does he have stamina if he's an angel. Like is that a thing? or is that like non-existent to him. CAS I HAVE QUESTIONS) Cas will go for as long as you want it. Usually, that's about 2 rounds. He is often curious if he can go more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No Cas doesn't use toys. as previously mentioned he is easily overwhelmed by new things but willing to experiment. He would try toys with you but maybe take it slow and start with like idk a vibrator?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Cas doesn't really tease but if you asked, he would try it for you though it's not going to be very good. (OKAY BUT LIKE CASIFER TEASING AHHHHHHH)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He mostly just moans in your ear though when he gets closer, he starts to get louder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He lowkey dreams about having a threesome with you and Dean. (Wait a sec is this Cas's dream or is it becoming mine...)

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) Cas is about 6 inches with aa slight upwards curve.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) he doesn't have a very high sex drive. He doesn't really get the urge but if you ask, he is ready. Occasionally he will ask you if you would "Have human intercourse with him".

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cas doesn't sleep but he will lay next to you and cuddle you if you're alright with it.

#supernatural #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel winchester #castiel smut #alphabet #fanfic #x reader #oneshot

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no-one-at-all75 · 3 months

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hi!! I’m so glad that you’re back and reviving the cypher love :’)) I have a cypher request!!

I was wondering if you could write a cypher x reader fic based on the song “older” by isabel larosa?? reader will be 18+ obvi but i always think abt cypher when listening to the song :p I’d prefer female reader but am ok with gn!! thank u again <3

You know I had to listen to the full song before answering this... AND I LOVE IT! I can definitely see why you think of Cypher when listening to it. Your wish is my command! Requests are open :)

Important note! There are some bits in here that go back to the past, those are in ~italics~. Present day will be normal.

Someone Older (Female Reader) (Implied NSFW)

Cypher x Reader implied smut

Warnings: Age gap, implied being used in past relationships, touching, slight sexual content

Word Count: 2,381

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Being a 20 year old woman in the dating scene in this day in age absolutely sucked. You felt like you were being tossed around, never listened to, only being used for your good looks and sex appeal. You finally had enough, and decided to run away from your hometown and joined The Valorant Protocol because you'd rather be shot than ghosted for the 20th time.

Upon arrival, you could basically sniff out the fuck boys from the group. Phoenix would always call you sexy in the hallways. Chamber would invite you to his yacht so he could have a 'private chat' with you. Gekko would pester you about teaching you some new dance moves which may or may not involve limited clothing. You'd always turn everyone down, of course. No one, and I mean no one, could get you to date ever again.

You were sitting in your room relaxing and playing music on your phone when someone knocked at the door. You rolled your eyes assuming it was another boy asking you to teach him how to shoot a gun. You dragged your feet to the door and opened it with an unamused face that quickly dropped when you saw who was at the door. It was your senior, Cypher. You always felt a little intimidated by his masked appearance, always wondering why he hides his face. You've, of course, imagined what it looks like and secretly hoped he was as attractive as you imagined. But, you've never shown any interest in him, trying to keep a cold exterior to ward off fuck boys. You slightly lean on the doorframe in a relaxed appearance, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Well well well. What brings you to my room?" You ask while your eyebrow lifts in question. He clears his throat a bit before speaking.

"We have a mission soon (Y/N). I would like to plan with you on what we should do and how to execute it." His gravely voice sang a song in your ears. You quickly dispel any thoughts before speaking again. You cross your arms across your chest.

"I'm game. Where are we meeting and when?" You get straight to the point so he can go away as quick as possible so he doesn't see the small blush making its way to your cheeks.

"Just meet me in my lab in about an hour. We can go over lots of details in there." He leans on the same side of the doorframe as you and slightly leans in. You could feel his breath fanning over your nose as his bright blue eyes stare into your (E/C) eyes. You look down and stand straight up. You look back into his eyes with confidence.

"I'll be there old man." You say with a smile. He lets out a chuckle before grabbing your chin with his hand and squeezing it slightly. All of the impure thoughts came flooding back in. You knew the blush you were desperately trying to hide was back now. You feel his breath on your face again before he speaks.

"Old? I think you mean experienced little one. See you in an hour." He swiftly let go of your chin and shut the door. You stood there dumbfounded as to what just happened. You feel your face burn as you walk over to your bed and sit down. You couldn't stop one thought that took over your mind quickly.

I think I need someone older...

You look down at your feet as the boat gets closer and closer to its destination. A gun in your hands, ready to attack your doppelgänger. You let out a small breath as you feel the boat slow down and pull into a port. You raise your eyes up and look at your team. You were confident that you will win this fight. As soon as the boat stops, everyone files out and begins to go to their stations as planned. You followed Cypher as he guided you to an optimal sniper position where he would be watching. You were to protect him at all costs. Your eyes dart around making sure no one is near when his voice breaks the silence.

"Stop being so tense little one. I know it's stressful, but I know you can do it." His words sink into your ears. Your eyes focused on him as he leads the way to the sniper nest.

Once there, you set up a few traps just before the entrance so you are alerted if anyone is coming. When everything is set, you go up to the nest with Cypher and sit down, your back against the wall he is looking out of. Your eyes focus on the ground, then wander to him and his position. You watch as his hands skillfully build the sniper rifle he is using, almost mesmerized by his fingers. A chuckle breaks you out of your trance. You look up at his eyes with a questionable look.

"What? Why are you laughing?" You ask trying to sound serious. His chuckle dissipates and he sighs.

"I know how much you love my hands and what they do for you little one. It's cute." He teases. Your mind is replaying what happened that night when you and Cypher were talking about the mission.

You were both lounging around his lab talking strategies and plans for almost 5 hours now. Everyone else who was involved with the mission left to go to bed already or got bored and left. Currently, Cypher was telling you stories of his past missions, some of which made you laugh. After a laughing fit, his mask bore into your eyes.

"Why did someone like you join Valorant? I know it's not my place to ask but I'm genuinely curious." His voice was soft like silk and sweet as honey when he asked that. You gave a faint smile back.

"Well, I was tired of my old life. Same thing, different day, it got repetitive. I wanted to escape. Feel worthy of something again. Not just cast aside like I always was." You put your arms behind your head and stared at the ceiling, letting your answer sink into the air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Cypher look down, in thought, then look back at you.

"When you escaped, you must've left someone behind, right? A pretty thing like you must've had someone." He quizzed as he lifted up his mask slightly to sip on tea he made. You look back at him and shrugged your shoulders.

"Nah, not really. One of the reasons I left actually. I was getting treated like shit and was tired of it." You sat up fully now, your shoulders slumped as you looked at your senior with doe eyes. He hummed in acceptance as he placed his mug to the side, but not putting down his mask like he usually would.

"I'm sorry (Y/N) that no one has treated you fairly in the past. If I'm honest, you're quite the catch." He said as he stood up and walked over to your seated position. "I think, you need someone who will see you for who you are. Intelligent, funny, cute, and inspiring." You could see his smile when he said this. It almost made you completely melt.

"That's what I've been looking for, but, it never came." You looked up at him, his hand connecting to the side of your face and cupping it.

"My dear." His sultry voice rang out. "I think you've been looking in the wrong places."

You feel your face burn up as you hear him laugh. You quickly hit his thigh with your hand in playful anger. He lets out a breathy 'ouch' before chuckling again.

"This isn't the time or place Cypher! We could get shot any minute!" Your worries pushed the unclean images out of your head. He hummed before looking down his sniper scope.

"In this line of work my dear, it's never the right time. That's why we take advantage of the opportunities we are given." He smiles and looks back at you, you give him a small smile back before you drift off into a day dream again.

His lips on yours felt heavenly. Something you've never felt before with guys your age, but he wasn't your age. He was something different entirely. He breaks off the kiss to check in on you. Your eyes open a bit and your face flushes. He lets out a small chuckle, a smile adorning his face as he leaves you in a chair to go close all the blinds.

"I must say, you have me excited. Who knew a girl like you could fall for an older man hmm?" His voiced laced with a teasing tone. The room progressively gets darker when the blinds are shut. Soon, it is almost pitch black in the room. The only exception being the blue lights coming from his equipment and computer. You internally panic before you feel his hands on you again, but this time, theres no gloves. You mumble out a confused sound before you feel lips on your neck kissing you trying to find your sweet spot.

"I apologize for the lighting. I'm not ready for you to see all of me yet. I hope you understand little one." He continues to kiss down your neck. You give out a small moan when he hits your spot. You can feel his lips curl into a smile before sucking and nipping on the spot. Your moans grow as he abuses it.

"W-What am I to you, a secret?" You ask in between moans. You feel his hands explore your body. You feel when they go under your shirt and grasp onto your breasts.

"For now, yes. I don't think people would like someone older like me with someone younger. Let this be our little secret, mkay?" His voice gets rougher the more he touches you, the more he feels you. You nod your head and let yourself enjoy the moment, alone with him. His lips catch you in another kiss when you feel his wandering hands snake their way into your pants.

You feel a slight nudge on your shoulder. You tumble back into reality, your face a burning red. You look up at your superior, he is gazing down at you.

"Replaying that night again my dear?" You could hear the smile on his face. You huff and place your forehead into your hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be serious and all right now. But, I can't help but think back to that night you know? I've never been treated that way before." You answer honestly, still avoiding his gaze. You lift your head up out of your hands and stare at the floor for a moment to focus. You look back at Cypher expectantly, hoping for an answer from the older man.

"Well, I'm glad I can take the weight off of your shoulders my dear. I hope you know it wasn't a one time deal. I crave you too. I always think back to that night." His voice tapers off as he focuses. "We can talk about it later, for now, we have company." His voice turns cold, as if he was an entirely different man. You take a deep breath and focus, so you can go home with Cypher.

You suddenly wake up to someone jostling you. You slowly open your eyes to find that you were back. Your hands meet with your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, before looking at who shook you awake. You blink a few times before noticing a comrade, Neon, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you more.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) you passed out on the ride home. (Y/N) come on wakey wakey!" Her energetic voice seemed to bounce off of your brain. You sat up and gave her a small scowl.

"Come on Neon! I was in the middle of a dream." You complained as you pouted your lips.

"I'll say, you were moving around a lot there (Y/N)." Your blood almost froze when you heard Cyphers voice. You turned to him with shy eyes, a small blush flooding your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you Cypher. It won't happen again." You profusely apologized to keep your secret. He got up and ruffled your hair, making it a mess.

"Don't worry about it little one. It's my pleasure to be your pillow." His cheerful voice dissipated as he left the boat. Neon stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at you like a Golden Retriever.

"Soooo now that that's over, wanna go get food?" She asks you, a smile gracing her lips. You smile back before standing up and stretching.

"Food sounds great right now. Let's go!" You say as you run off of the boat getting a head start. You can faintly hear a 'NO FAIR' from Neon as she quickly catches up with you.

After eating your way into a food coma, you lay face first down into your bed and let out a groan before flipping over. You stare at the ceiling, wondering if you should go to Cypher's lab or to just sleep. You opt for sleeping and sit up a bit before theres a knock at your door. You look at the door puzzled as if it just asked you a question. You get up from your soft mattress and drag your feet towards the door groaning as you open it keeping your eyes closed.

"Whoever you are go away, I need sleep more than anything." Your eyes remain closed not caring who it is.

"Aw, does that include me too my dear?" His gravely voice revives you as you open your eyes wide and stand up straight.

"C-Cypher! Hi. I didn't expect you here. Right now. In this moment." You say embarrassed as you look everywhere but his eyes. He chuckles then pushes you back into your room and closes the door behind him. A small click can be heard signifying the door is locked.

"Ah I see. Well then, let's cut to the chase then hm?"

#valorant #valorant cypher #cypher x reader #x reader #implied smut #❤️‍🔥#valorant x y/n #valorant x you #valorant x reader #cypher x y/n #cypher x you

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duckchu · 7 months

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This one for the anon who's down bad <3 would tag but can't

NSFW alphabet Heartsteel Ezreal

Fem bodied reader

He's so scrumptious in this gif also doggo

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He'll expect you to take care of him, but may do something for you in return

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his entire body, can't choose which part the most, on you, your lips, the way he can make you scream his name is such a turn on for him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually on your breasts or back

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Probably has jacked off to your clothes and came on them when you were away

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not much, let's not forget that even tho cocky and famous he's still a loser (affectionate)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes them all, but prefers to see your face during the act

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Can be both, prefers the moment to be serious but he's just too cute~

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has little to not hair, even if he has, it's almost invisible due to the blond colour of his pubes

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's pretty busy so sometimes it will just be quick fuck and go, but when he can he tries to be as intimate as he can to make it up to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not often, not rarely, he jacks off a normal account, tho he would much rather have you with him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He won't tell you this, but pull his hair and call him a good boy and he'll turn into mush

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the bed, but since that's boring he also likes doing it on his desk

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing you say his name is enough to get him hard

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving...other body fluids except for cum and saliva

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving since seeing you below him boosts his ego and he never ate pussy before so he's nervous

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Will let you take the reins when it comes to pace, whatever you like he can do

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's busy with stardom, so although he doesn't particularly enjoy them, you two have to resort to them often

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really, prefers to keep it in his room, but if he has to he can take you anywhere

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One round, no questions asked

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why do you need toys when you have him ~

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will do so only to boost his ego

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Really loud, though he claims you're louder

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to show you off as much as he can, but due to his career he can't, so he resorts to wearing matching clothes and maybe even showing some lovebites, using Kayn beating him up as an explanation

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Satisfactory length, about 12 cms, pretty thin

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average, would like to have sex at least once every 2 weeks, maybe more often

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually cuddles with you and falls asleep right after

#ezreal #heartsteel x reader #ezreal x reader #league of legends x reader #league of legends smut #league of legends #lol smut #lol x reader #lol #ezreal smut #heartsteel #heartsteel ezreal

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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shut up and kiss me

you get laid off and go back to hawkins for the weekend to wallow, steve picks you up from the bus station to hang out with your friends to try and clear your head, but the gang has other ideas and seizes the opportunity to try and get you two dummies to figure it out | ( 5.7k – fluff, a little angst, mostly fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader ) REQUEST @kimmyiewrites → fluff prompts number 25 "shut up and kiss me”

S H U T U P A N D K I S S M E 🎶 aubrey plaza - nick ward

The windows were all down as you rolled along the road in Steve’s BMW, cassettes strewn along the center console, half empty Coke bottles clinking in the drink holders. Sun beamed heavy on your bare legs, hot and sticky in the Indiana heat, summer holding you tight in its bright grasp.

You should’ve been excited, should’ve been looking forward to seeing everyone, but you weren’t. You’d called him as soon as you’d gotten home from work, your cardboard box of things sitting on the counter as you cried quietly into the receiver. Told him about the layoffs. About worrying over rent and food and finding a new gig and he just listened. He always listened. Knew what you needed before you did and after your parents told you to come home for a weekend he told you he’d pick you up from the station.

As soon as you stepped off the bus he pulled you in close, hugged you into his chest warm and familiar. Safe. You had a permanent frown on your lips and he tried to make you feel better. Tried all his stupid jokes, played Blondie for you in the car, bought a couple sodas and some snacks at a gas station on the way back into town.

It had helped a little, but you were swimming in anxiety, anticipating questions asking how you were, what were you up to, when you were going back. A muddled mixture of embarrassment, frustration, and sadness sat thick in your chest and you pushed a sigh from your lips and it made Steve look over at you from the driver’s seat.

“Doin’ okay over there?” he asked gently, a soft tease tinged with concern.

A sound came from you, somewhere between a grumble and another sigh and he gave you a lopsided smile.

“Well, it’ll be better once we’re back. Max won’t shut up about it,” he reached a finger over to poke at your ribs and you swatted it away grumpily, but your frown had softened at his mention of the red-headed girl.

“Yeah?” you gave into his bait and his smile grew.

“Yeah. And Dustin’s got a new antenna set up he won’t shut up about, so. Can’t wait to not be the only other person listening to him brag about not needing all those stupid D batteries.”

That got you to finally crack a smile and you tried to hide it behind your Coke bottle, but he caught it and turned to look at you all smug, just a hint of King Steve, your best friend.

“Quiet you,” you grumbled again and he hummed in satisfaction, putting his eyes back to the road.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Mmhm, just drive.”

Steve pulled into the Wheeler’s driveway and your stomach sank at the balloons tied to the mailbox. Pink and orange and yellow and loud and you groaned, slumping in your seat, hands covering your face.

“You’re fine,” Steve shifted into park and turned to look at you, one of his hands reaching over to pull one of yours away from your face. “C’mon, I didn’t say anything, promise.”

You fixed him with a look, I can’t go in there, and he gently flicked your hand with his fingers. Playful. Reassuring. Still so much boy despite the years he’d grown.

“They really do want to see you. I just told them you’re visiting for a while, took some time off. C’mon.”

Closing your eyes for a minute you sucked in a breath, trying to steady yourself, and when you opened them again you thought maybe you could do it. You did miss everyone something fierce despite visits over the holidays, spring break, summer, whenever you could spare it honestly and when you looked over at Steve he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“I’ll even go in before you and take the silly string Sinclair and Mike are planning on spraying you with,” he offered and it pulled a laugh from you and he beamed. “There it is. You’re fine, it’ll be fun.”

Reaching over he clicked your buckle open for you before piling out of the car and you felt your stomach flip over as you followed.

Going up the front walk felt like it took ages, like you were moving through molasses, and when Steve lifted his hand to the doorknob you froze.

“Steve,” you stuttered and he looked over his shoulder at you, big brown eyes wide, wondering, waiting.

“Yeah?” his hand dropped.

The words wouldn’t come and his brows knitted together, sympathetic and soft. He grabbed your hand in his and squeezed it, giving you a little smile and nodded toward the door.

“It’s okay,” he murmured and turned back to the door, knocking overly hard. “Hello!” his voice was comically loud and you felt your cheeks flush, laughing and pushing at him and he gave you a grin. “Just me, your friendly neighbor Steve!”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you hissed through the grin that was creeping across your own lips now and he laughed too.

You could hear a commotion behind the door. Too-loud whispers, a yelp, someone dropping something and a bang against the wall and Steve gave you a look. “What in the hell is going on in there?” he whispered and you snorted, but then the door swung open and you both turned quick.

“Oh, whaaat? No one said you were coming!” Dustin’s voice was a pitch too high, cracking at the end as he tried to feign surprise and you had to bite your lips in to not laugh.

Steve rolled his eyes and you kicked the toe of his shoe with yours.

“Yeah! Here I am!” you played along, shoving your shoulder into Steve’s arm, holding him to his silly string promise as he stumbled in through the door before you and right on cue Lucas and Mike sprang out with two cans each, unloading them all too enthusiastically.

“GOTCHA!” they both yelled and Steve made a strangled noise as his arms flew up to cover his face, streams of blue and purple string covering his hair, his shoulders, his hands.

That finally pulled a real laugh from your lungs, one that should’ve embarrassed you, but it felt too good and when you saw Robin and Eddie doubled over behind Lucas, laughing so hard they were silent, it lifted the weight from your shoulders. Home. Your friends. A moment to just be.

“Okay, okay! Jesus, I think you got it!” Steve blindly waved both arms in front of him, hoping to smack at least one of the boys, but they were both too quick and snuck a high five while your best friend flailed.

Max was popping her gum when you looked up to see who else was inside and as Robin moved to help Steve with the two cans worth of silly string that had settled into his hair everyone crowded around.

“We ordered pizza for later!” El said, eyes bright and smile the same, soft and kind.

“And a movie!” chimed Will.

Max scoffed, “Pfft. Yeah. I wanted Predator, but someone had to veto.”

“Listen you, Dirty Dancing is a fucking masterpiece,” Eddie leveled the younger girl with a look, silver-ringed finger pointing at her with intent and she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever,” Max grumbled, but when you gave her a grin she smirked back.

“You and Steve can go get the pizza, it’ll be ready in a couple hours,” Nancy popped out from the kitchen with a wave, Jonathan close behind, “Mom and dad are outta town this weekend so, house to ourselves!”

“RAGER,” Dustin yelped and Steve reached over to roughly tousle his hair.

“Alright, pipe down,” he chided and Nancy waved the towel in her hand at everyone.

“You’re all gonna help clean up when we’re done,” her tone was firm, the same as it always was. Everyone murmured in agreement, a Yes ma’am mumbled from Robin, not one of them wanting to bring the wrath of Nancy upon themselves.

Then, once everyone had gotten a hug or a high five or secret handshake in Max’s case, they all dispersed into the house leaving you and Steve and Dustin in the entryway.

“Thanks for this,” you said quietly to the younger boy, a flush creeping across your cheeks and he gave you a big, wide smile. Reassuring and sweet.

“Duh,” he shot back and with a wink went to follow his friends into the kitchen. “Don’t forget, pizza soon or you’ll have a mutiny on your hands!” he called over his shoulder and you shook your head.

“I swear to god, age means nothing. They’re all still a bunch of little shitheads,” Steve muttered, taking your hand and pulling you along to join everyone else.

You fell into things so easy, just like you always did despite all of you being a little older, though you didn’t feel any wiser. A tangle of arms and legs sprawled across the couch, the floor, voices mingling together, laughter punching holes in conversation as the day spun on. Like nothing had changed.

For everyone else you were sure time was cruel. Tore people apart and drove them away, but with you, with your friends, your family it was different. With them, with you, every hug, every laugh, every smile, every little look was precious because you’d all been through hell and back.

Had watched the earth rip and tear open, gashes swallowing your home and setting loose an evil force that only you all knew how to stop. Had saved each other from the kind of monsters you thought only existed in your nightmares. You’d seen how well Steve could swing a bat full of nails, you learned how to shoot a gun, had made decisions that were life or death, watched your friends all do and endure things that they shouldn’t have.

It was survival mode.

It was patching Steve up every time he got his ass kicked. It was crawling into the shower and scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing because the ash and the blood and the dirt wouldn’t come off. It was everyone piled together in the living room shoulder-to-shoulder to sleep at night because you couldn’t bear to leave, so fucking relieved they were all still alive.

Maybe if things had been different you could’ve told him. Your best friend could’ve become something more, but it was all of you at the end of the world with no guarantees and maybe it was easier to tell yourself the feelings that swelled in your chest were friendship because then if you’d lost one another it’d make it hurt less.

But after you’d come out alive, the Upside Down shut out forever, you felt like you had to leave. Had to physically move to get Hawkins, to get the monsters off your skin, but as soon as you’d opened your first box in your new apartment to unpack you knew you’d made a mistake.

And so you were here. Stuck in this weird in between. Calling Steve every day, like he was your boyfriend. Holding his hand and getting drinks and going to the movies together every time you came home, like he was your boyfriend. Letting him give you a ride home because it was too late, like he was your boyfriend. Never making it home and fumbling up the stairs into his room, like he was your boyfriend.

Everyone else saw it.

Everyone, but you two.

“Hey,” a hand reached up from the carpet and punched into Steve’s leg.

You were sitting pressed thigh to thigh next to him on the couch watching Lucas and Will play the NES Mike had gotten for his birthday, both of them swearing under their breaths in the hope that Nancy wouldn’t hear.

“What the hell, Henderson?” Steve shot back, swatting at the back of his head and Dustin yelped.

“Pizza,” the younger boy drew the word out, all sass and attitude and you held back a snicker.

“Oh,” fell out of Steve’s mouth and he glanced down at his watch then over at you, “Alright, yeah. Guess we gotta go.”

“There’re five of them,” Nance said from where she was snuggled up tight against Jonathan in her dad’s old La-Z-Boy, “Cash is by the door.”

Steve looked over to see a mason jar sitting on the entryway table crammed full of ones and a ton of change and he closed his eyes, fingers moving to pinch at the bridge of his nose, “Great, cool, perfect.”

You had to stifle a laugh as Max glared up from her spot on the floor next to Lucas. Lips twisted in her signature scowl she quirked a brow at him, “What, pizza’s on you then, dad?”

Lucas snorted and tried to cover it up poorly with a cough.

“Little shitheads, all of you,” Steve made a point to wag a finger at them, but everyone ignored him, only a single middle finger raised in reply from Mike. Steve jammed his tongue into his cheek, cursing under his breath as you both got up from the couch and he took your hand in his, “C’mon.”

“Drive safe!” Dustin said, all sing-songy and taunting. Reaching into his back pack he pulled out an extra walkie and chucked it at Steve who fumbled it against his chest, but caught it and hissed more swears but much louder this time.

“Jesus, watch it! What do we need this for?”

“Just in case,” the younger boy said, matter of fact, and Steve sighed.

“Dart and all his shitty little brothers and sisters are dead, Henderson.”

“Just. In. Case,” Dustin repeated and with a shake of his head Steve gave up, pulling you wordlessly out the door and to the car.

The pizza shop felt like a sauna, so damn hot, and as you dumped the change on the counter – because Steve would rather have fought a demogorgon than be the one to pay – the kid standing behind the register scowled at you. He didn’t even bother counting it, just armed the contents into his drawer and shoved the jar back at you.

“Thanks for choosing Life of Pie,” he grumbled, happy to be rid of you both as you struggled not to laugh, but Steve was dying of embarrassment and as soon as the pizza was in-hand he had you back in the car again.

“Paying in all change? Christ,” he muttered, roughing a hand over his face and you finally let loose a laugh.

“Money’s money, Harrington,” you snarked and he shot you a look, but it didn’t hold any heat. It was fond, a flicker of a grin at the way you teased him, he loved it.

“A jar of dimes and pennies? No way, you can’t tell me–” but he stopped short when a crackle of static scratched from the back seat.

“Scoops Troop this is Griswold Family, we have a situation. Do you copy? Over.”

Heads turning at the same time you met Steve’s eyes across the center console, a familiar panic creeping in around the edges of you. Wrapping you up in its grasp and squeezing your chest tight as you tried to swallow it down. That part of your life was over. Wasn’t it?

“Scoops Troop, this is Griswold Family, code red! Do you copy?? Over!”

“What the hell?” Steve’s voice was tinged with the same nerves that gripped you now, but he was working real hard to keep it controlled. Trying to be level-headed. Not jump to conclusions. His brows furrowed, a deep pinch growing between them as he looked at you, praying to whatever god there was that this wasn’t happening and then he tossed his gaze over his shoulder to the back seat.

Shaking yourself you turned awkwardly against your seatbelt, scrambling between the pizzas to grab the walkie. “Griswold Family this is Scoops Troop, w–we copy. What’s going on?” your hand was shaking as you released the talk button, but then you quickly pressed it again as you remembered, “Over.”

“We have a situation, not secure to disclose details here. Proceed to the rendez-vous point at Weathertop. Over!”

Weathertop. The bluff. The giant-ass hill you’d dragged Dustin’s antenna up all those summers ago. The place where you went when everything was going wrong. The place where Suzie saved the world.

Steve grabbed the walkie out of your hand. “What d’you mean a situation? Henderson, I’m gonna need more than that,” his tone was even-keeled, but it held an urgency that made your stomach flip.

Silence greeted both of you on the other end of the walkie and Steve jammed the button down again, “Hey, dickhead, did you hear me?” Nothing. “Henderson?” Still nothing and when Steve pressed the button again you heard his tone shift with worry, but it wasn’t the change in his voice that got you. It was what he said. “Dustin?”

Dustin. Not Henderson. Not asshole. Not little shithead.

Dustin.

Huffing a heavy breath through his nose he crammed the walkie into your lap and shook his head, but didn’t hesitate, not for one second as he flipped a u-turn right there in the middle of the street, the wheels of his BMW squealing against the pavement.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. “There’s–there’s no way. Right?” his voice was pitched higher, reaching, grasping for reality and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. When you didn’t say anything he glanced over at you, shaking his head, practically begging you to answer him, “Right?”

“I don’t know!” came out harsher than you’d wanted it to and you screwed your eyes shut, biting the inside of your cheek to try and bring yourself back to reality. “I don’t know, Steve. I didn’t think so,” you tried again, but he didn’t say anything back and it dragged you back to the moment you decided to leave Hawkins.

“What d’you mean you’re leaving?”

“I don’t know, Steve! I’m leaving. Moving away? Not staying in Hawkins?”

“Okay, alright. You don’t need to be shitty about it.”

“I’m being shitty?”

“Yeah. You’re being shitty. You act like there’s nothing here for you, like nobody gives a shit about you, but you know that’s not true.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Might as well.”

Steve was standing in the doorway to your room, arms crossed over his chest like he did when he had built a wall around himself for protection. Preservation.

You’d asked him over so that you could tell him your plans, tell your best friend you were leaving. It had gone so much better in your head, promising to still talk all the time and visit and things wouldn’t change, but Steve had seen right through it and called you on your bullshit.

“You’re still my best friend,” you protested, taking a couple of steps toward him and he scoffed.

“What is this really about?” he asked, mirroring you and moving into the room, moving toward you.

“Steve…”

“They’re gone! It’s over, you saw the same thing I did. He’s dead.”

Roughing your hands over your face you felt a lump forming in your throat. “It doesn’t matter–”

“Doesn’t matter? C’mon, it’s safe! You don’t need to worry about–”

“Steve!” your hands fell away from your face, tears clinging along the long sweep of your lashes, tone sharp. Hurt. You closed the last few steps between the two of you and tilted your chin up to look into his eyes, to make sure he really heard you, “I can’t wash it off. It’s still there.”

“What’s still there?” he asked, clueless, but ready to prove you wrong.

“All of it. The dirt under my fingernails. That sticky fucking ash, I swear I can still smell it,” your words grew thick with the tears that were welling up. “Blood,” was said softly and you felt a tear slip free down your cheek, “Your blood. My blood. Max’s. Dustin’s. Eddie’s. Robin’s–”

“Hey. Hey,” his arms wrapped tight around you, warm and big and safe and for a second you felt yourself calm. Felt yourself melting into him and you pulled in a shaky breath.

“Steve,” your voice was muffled against his shirt and he let up a little so he could meet your gaze. “I can’t stay.”

And the look you gave him then shattered what little resolve he’d been holding onto because he finally understood. He knew. Knew what it felt like. Still struggled with the nightmares. Still swore he too could smell the sickly ash that fell from the sky in the Upside Down. He understood, but it still hurt.

Letting out a sigh, he didn’t know what to say. All he wanted was you. For you to stay. To say you loved him as much as he loved you, but he got it. The last few years had fucked everything up and while you’d all come out the other side you were changed. Different. And shit, maybe Steve wished he could leave too.

But instead he just pulled you in close again, hugging you tight to his chest, smoothing a hand over your hair and letting his shirt catch your tears as you let them come.

“Jesus!” the backs of your thighs lifted from the seat as Steve jerked the steering wheel hard left.

“Shit, sorry,” he winced with the uneven terrain, pulling off the main road into long, thick grass and through the still broken fence posts you’d first plowed through during Starcourt. The pizza in the backseat bumped with every dirt clod and pot hole and mole hill he ran over until he threw it in park, both of your head’s whipping forward with the sudden stop of movement.

“C’mon,” he unbuckled your belt, then his before reaching over the seat for the walkie and hopping out of the car.

The BMW had made it a little higher than the Todd Father had, but there was still plenty of bluff to climb and when you came around to meet him at the front of the car he grabbed your hand in his.

It’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be fine.

Ran on repeat in your head as you tried your best to match Steve’s long strides up the hill, both of you sucking in air as you practically ran, sweat clinging to your foreheads and chests heaving with the effort. At least it was daytime now and you could see where you were going, unlike last time when it’d been the middle of the fucking night.

You thought about what you were going to do if the Upside Down was back, if Vecna was back, and fear brushed against you, an old familiar friend. Made you want to run, want to go back to your apartment and ignore it all and pretend that it wasn’t real, but you watched as Steve ran a hand through his hair. Watched as he climbed. Always so damn comfortable with the panic as it swelled in his chest. Faced it head-on. There wasn’t another option for him. It was simple.

His friends were in danger and he had to do something.

He’d always been braver than you, had always been there to hold your hand through it, always there to encourage you and tell you you could do it. You had it in you. Just a little further and it wasn’t any different when you were little.

Sharing ice cream when one of you tipped yours onto the sidewalk, putting bandaids on each other after scraping your knee when you fell of your bike, rocks on your window well past your bedtime when you were sad and needed company, snuck kisses behind the garden gate when you’d break up with your asshole boyfriend and all you wanted was Steve.

Plenty of too-long pauses and out of breath hesitations that should’ve been filled with I really, really like you. Hell, even I love you and you thought as you climbed that maybe this was it. Maybe you should tell him because maybe you wouldn’t get another chance and the thought of not having him, the thought of losing him again, was unbearable.

“Christ,” Steve heaved, pulling you out of your thoughts as you reached the top. Dustin’s new antenna came into view and while you didn’t know much about radios it was impressive.

Cerebro 2.0. Almost all new parts, nothing bent the wrong way, receiver free of most scratches and dings. A real radio. You almost smiled, but Steve had stopped short and let go of your hand.

“What the…” bending down he crouched next to a small portable stereo that you hadn’t noticed, looking up at you in utter confusion. It was right in front of the receiver with a piece of white printer paper taped to the front. Snatching the note he held it up to you, “I’m sorry, what is this?”

His expression was unimpressed. Irritated. Almost angry and your eyes flicked over to read the messily scribbled red pen.

Push Play.

“I–I dunno–” you mumbled, grabbing it from him and reading it again. It looked like…”–did Robin write it?”

Grumbling under his breath Steve yanked the walkie out from his back pocket and jammed the button down, “Listen here you little shitheads, what is this, huh?”

There was a small crackle of static and then, “Call sign please.”

Steve closed his eyes and pulled in a breath. A silent prayer to give him the strength to not strangle Dustin Henderson when he got down the hill. “Griswold Family this is Scoops Troop, do you copy? Over,” he said the last word like a curse and when Dustin replied his voice was full of cheek.

“Scoops Troop, this is Griswold Family, hear you loud and clear! Over.”

“What the hell is going on? Over,” Steve huffed a sigh, jaw clenched as he waited for the response, but you grabbed the walkie instead and put it down in the grass. “What–what’re you doing?” he asked, waving his arm down at the walkie.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said, shaking your head, and Steve looked like he was going to implode.

“Nothing’s wrong? I’m sorry, no one’s dying? Why’d they call a damn code red if–”

“Steve,” you grabbed his hand. Leaning down you pressed a finger against the play button on the stereo and it whirred to life.

A piano started playing, notes you knew by heart and when you realized what it was you couldn’t help but look up at Steve. His expression softened too and he slowly lowered the hand that had been holding the piece of paper as the song spun on.

Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight, sendin' all my love along the wire…

“Oh, girl, you stand byyyy me!” Steve belted out, tugging the hand of yours he was holding and yanking you into him, pulling a laugh from your lips as you spun around the kitchen together. It was Christmas Eve and snow fell outside covering everything in a soft blanket of white.

“I'm forever yoooours, faithfully!” you sang back, a little unsteady on your feet from all the beer, the sounds of everyone else laughing and shouting from the living room bleeding into the music as it played loud through the stereo on the counter.

“The voice of an angel,” Steve said and you nodded, grinning up at him as he gently swayed you back and forth.

“Not a bad name either,” you teased back and he gave you a grin of his own, chest puffed out proudly.

“Listen, no one is as good as Perry,” he said quite seriously, speaking of his favorite singer with reverence, but then he looked down at you and his expression softened into something warmer. Something familiar, but different. “But I’ll sing with you anytime,” he finished and you felt your breath catch in your throat as the arm he had round your waist pulled you closer, the wide expanse of his hand pressed into the small of your back.

You could see all the little freckles that chased across his cheeks, the twin moles along his jawline, long sweep of lashes hiding big, brown eyes that were warm and gold and hazy like whiskey.

He swallowed and you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, his lips parted but hesitating, unsure of what he wanted to say.

“Steve?” you asked and he blinked a couple of times as if to try and gather his thoughts that you’d scattered across the kitchen just by saying his name.

“Yeah?” he leaned down into you, so close you could feel his breath as it warmed over your cheek, could feel his chest pressed into yours, swore you could hear his heart beating just as loud as yours.

“Oh god, this song again? Harrington, c'mon,” Eddie stomped into the kitchen with his boots, pulling Steve’s eyes up from you to glare at your friend as he wrenched the fridge open for another beer.

“Really?” Steve shot, a simple one-word question that held a staggering weight and as Eddie cracked the can open he stopped short of bringing it to his lips, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“What?” Eddie asked, but then his eyes flicked from you to Steve to you and back to Steve and his eyes grew wide. “Oh. Oh, shit. I’m sorry, you were gonna like–” and then he made a kissy face at you both and Steve’s cheeks burned bright red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Biting your lips in against a laugh you buried your head into Steve’s chest and groaned weakly.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” Eddie said with a wink before slowly backing out of the kitchen, “I was never here.”

Steve heaved a sigh and he gently squeezed you in his arms, never really able to just have a minute but still so thankful to have what you did. To have your friends. To have this. Have Steve.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured and you wrapped your arms tight around him as he softly pressed his lips to the top of your head.

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair, two strangers learn to fall in love again.

The wind picked up across the bluff, tugging at the piece of paper Steve was holding and pulling it from his hand. He scrambled to grab it, but the wind swept it off into the grass that rolled like the ocean and he buried his face in his hands and let out a frustrated groan.

You felt your heart racing in your chest, finally realizing why your friends had pushed you up here, watching as Steve fought the same feelings that had wrapped themselves around you. Realizing this was it. The moment you threw it all into the wind with the paper, the moment you said to hell with it, said what you’d wanted to say all those times before but couldn’t.

I get the joy of rediscovering you.

“They called us all the way up here to listen to a song? I thought someone was hurt! Or–or some nasty flesh monster decided to start melting people again!”

“Steve–”

“What are we twelve? This is ridiculous. And totally irresponsible. We’re still like, at least ten minutes from Nancy’s. The pizza’s probably already cold and no one’s gonna want to eat it and–”

“Steve!” you shouted again, voice breaking through his rambling and he stopped, hair wild from running his hands through it and just stared at you.

“What?” he said, tone short and breathless. His heart was pounding in his chest, reeling from the overwhelming sense of relief, but unable to gain footing against the anxiety dump.

Oh, girl, you stand by me.

You grabbed his hands in yours, gently pulling him closer and closer until you were toe-to-toe, close enough to see his breathing even out. Close enough to see his eyes grow a little less wild, felt him tangle his fingers with yours trying to root himself in reality through you and the way you were looking at him.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you whispered and he hesitated for a split second, brows pulled together at the thought of what this meant, almost pained, but then he closed his eyes and you exhaled. Soft relief, anticipation, finally.

And he leaned down, catching your bottom lip between his in a kiss that said everything you’d wished you’d said so much sooner. A promise you’d made to each other so many times before, but never said aloud. Steve. Your best friend. Your everything.

I'm forever yours, faithfully.

It was slow, tender, planted itself in your chest and bloomed like wildflowers in the field. It was warm like watching the sunset light up the sky from the hood of Steve’s car, sweet like strawberry milkshakes and whipped cream and cherries. Soft like the promises you’d whispered to each other in the dark and when he finally pulled away you fought against a smile, a small laugh falling from your lips.

Steve grinned down at you and gave the same little laugh, still leaned in close as he pulled in his bottom lip. “That little shit,” he murmured and your smile grew into a grin.

“Too big for his britches,” you teased and Steve laughed again, bigger this time and lifted a hand to your cheek, but his expression softened the longer he looked at you.

“No, he’s right,” he admitted and your smile fell a bit at the seriousness of his tone. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Leaning into his touch you reached up to push his hair out of his eyes and let your hand trail down the line of his jaw, feeling him under your fingertips. “Doesn’t matter,” you murmured, “You can have all of my time, Steve Harrington.”

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rainee-da · 3 days

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Hello <3

Is it ok to request the "What they said when you're sleeping" but with the Divine Visionaries? Tysm!

🍀 The Talk When You Sleep [2]

CHARACTER ❥ Orter Mádl ⏳ / Sophina Biblia 📕 / Tsurara Halestone ❄️

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R13 for general fluff w/ slight angst as spice / Relationship HCS / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be a bit too OOC for you.

O R T E R M Á D L ⏳

he opened the door to your bedroom and sighed loudly "Seriously? We're supposed to be at the office at 9 o'clock, and you're still sleeping in your bed? Your laziness is absolutely revolt-" he shook his head in annoyance and marched closer, but stopped abruptly as his hand hovers in the air "That eyebags... you must be staying up late again," he sighed and sit at the edge of your bed, thinking for a while "There's no urgency... I suppose it's fine to let you be for some more," his face is annoyed as he loosened the tie in his neck he looked up the window, his expression remained unchanged "Yesterday was quite frivolous, I didn't remember there was anything in particular happening... what made you stay up late?" he mumbled as he turned his head to watch your face "Are you overthinking again? Or is there something that I missed?" he frowned as he is thinking to himself, before sighing again "No matter... we'll just sleep together later at night so I can fix your sleep habit, should've done so for a long time anyway." he brushes your hair to the side with his finger, his frown softens slightly "Your expression is good, and your temperature is normal. At least you're not sick physically," his hand moves to stroke your cheek as he enjoys the silence for a while, his expression grows solemn as the deep thought overwhelms his mind "Every time I see you as innocent as this, I always wonder... Why do you want to be with someone like me?" his finger rubs your eyelids gently "I rarely said this to you, and I know I should, but... You're a smart person. You're strong, able to defend yourself when danger strikes. You also had good friends that cherish you," he tilted his head as he got immersed by your face "You're... a beauty, so beautiful that it made me wonder how many people felt envious when we made us official... And, most important of all," he paused as the word got caught up in his throat, he blinks rapidly to clear some of his senses "You're so altruistic, so kind... unlike me." he chuckled lowly "I don't even know how many people have died by my wands, for the sake of order," he sighed as he turned his eyes away to stare at the view outside the window "Order is made for a reason. I believe that as long as the order is properly maintained, there will be no more Alex in the world. No people would get hurt anymore... But," he paused "The whole incident with Innocent Zero made me reconsider those beliefs... But, if my actions all this time were wrong, " he paused, his face darkened "Wouldn't that make me.. a. criminal?" he sighed, rubbing his face wearily "No use thinking about that now. It only brings unnecessary questions that will hinder my rationality," his gaze shifted to you and his mouth formed into a thin smile "It's a new dawn, and the citizen will need to get used to the new order. A riot would be inevitable, and bringing the previous sense of normalcy would be a grueling task ahead for the Divine Visionaries. But," he leans in and gives your lips a chaste kiss "With you, I believe I'll do well—maybe even better than before." "𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬."

S O P H I N A B I B L I A 📕

"Oh my, the way you sleep is so vulgar! This won't do," she hurriedly move to fix your sleeping position and remove her coat to put it over you "There, all better," she smiles in satisfaction as she move your head to put it over her lap "You really had no grace, sleeping during work hours like this... you're lucky I'm more pliable than Mr. Madl." she sighed and shake her head as she opened the book in her hand to starts reading "Well, I'm only this pliable towards you if I'm being honest. If Mr. Revol's the one who's doing this, I would've already cursed him so he would dance bare-naked in the courtyard," she coughed softly and hums to stop herself from laughing "That's... such a tasteless threats coming from me, I can't believe I just said that." she tried to focus on reading but her mind is wandering "Let's see... Didn't you promises me that you would never napped at work anymore? So I think a punisment should be in order, no?" the thoughts in her head brings subtle-yet mischievous smile in her stoic face "What if, you have to cook dinner for a week? Or maybe I'll make you read one of my books? That's not really a punishment though," she tapped her chin as she's thinking "Or, I could also punish you," she leaned closer and blow into your ear "Like this? Fufu, you're so cute when you're wincing like that." she sighed and close the book to put it on the side, and her hand moves to brush your hair gently "You bring out sides of me that I never thought I have..." a soft smile formed on her face "For example... I never thought that feeling your hair against my fingertips like this could be so addicting," she lightly pinched the tip of your nose, and giggles at your reaction "Or that teasing you would be so much fun? Your reaction is so lively, it's never boring to be around you," she sighed and close her eyes as she lost in her own thoughts "Being with you has become one of my hobbies... Fresh scent of new book will never compare to the scent of your fragnance, and reading become a chores if you're not by my side," she smiles dreamily, slowly getting sleepy "Your influence is kaleidoscope of color in my life, I never thought that something as abstract as you would be so enjoyable... Really, I would trade everything in the world, if it means we could always be together like this," her hand lied in your chest as she slowly dozed off "𝙄 𝙬𝙞��𝙝 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 '𝙤𝙪𝙧' 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧"

T S U R A R A H A L E S T O N E ❄️

"Brrrr…. oh, you're asleep?" she lowered her hand from her mouth, her body shakes slightly "I guess you've been waiting for long… I'm sorry," she walked towards you, her face expresses remorse "I should woke you up, don't I? But… brrrr…. let me use your body to warm up first… You don't mind, right?" she lied beside your sleeping figure, and snuggle closer to your side "Hehe… your body is so warm," she smiles dreamily as she hugs your body "I'm sorry that it took me so long to finish my work… I was getting in the zone with my research, and finally made some progress… But then," her gloved hand move towards your neck to rub it gently "The heater suddenly broke down… I have to waited for the mechanic to arrive, and I didn't realize that it was already this late" she sighed and closed her eyes, looking exhausted "I should've told you to go home early... I'm sorry that you have to wait for me." her body shakes again, and she lay her head on your chest "Brrrr... Why is it so cold," she lost in her own thought as she listen to your heartbeat, a soft smile formed in her face "Your heartbeat is steady, that's good... I always used your body as my warmer, and I know you said that you didn't mind that one bit... " she blushes and shyly buried her face to your neck "... But I hope you're not forcing yourself... My magic made my body cold, I didn't want you to get sick because of me." she stumbles as she risen up, her smile is warm and her hand is stroking your cheek "I think soon enough I can make some potion that will help keep my body warm temporarily! Tomorrow I'll show it to you! I don't know how long the effects would last... But," she leans in to kiss your cheek, accidentally biting her inner cheek out of nervousness "Ouch! Eh, what I'm saying is, with those potions we, hopefully, can starts hanging out outside! Do some dinner date, movie night at cinema, stuff that I know you want to do but you never asked out of consideration for me. " she hums happily as she snuggle closer to your cheek "You're warm," her eyes is full of adoration as she stares at your sleeping face "I love that the most about you... You're such a warm person. You're patient with me, even though sometimes my magic combined with my clumsiness causes you trouble. But you're always being so kind with me... It made me so happy," she turns to look at the clock "Ah, It's already this late! I should wake you up now." "𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩."

Long time no see! I've been busy with my irl stuff and just finally got the time to write again. I kinda projecting on some of the characters lol I hope you don't mind... I originally planned to write for all of them, but I decided to split it into different parts since when I'm writing this I have a severe case of writer's block lolol. I promises that the rest of them will be uploaded in due time!

I've made similar prompt before w/ Devil's Quintuplet+Cell War so check it out! And I tried to make it as less OOC as I possibly could, but I don't know if it will suits your interpretation. I hope you like it all the same though! Thank you anon for your request 🍀 and thank you for reading!

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drconstellation · 5 months

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Chiastic Structure of S2

The post preceding this is Chiastic Structure of S1.

S1 was neat, tidy and simple compared to S2.

S2 was...difficult. I have a feeling this is because of the missing minisodes. There felt like there were "holes" in places, where there was a strong scene with no corresponding pair, and yet in others there were single lines matching up.

You will also notice its quite...skewed? The hinging midpoint is right at the end of Ep4, which means the last two episodes mirror the preceding the four! So there are gaps. For example, the conversation in the pub in Ep2 doesn't match with anything specific.

One of the things I hoped it might shed some light on was the purpose of the trip to Edinburgh, which seems like a bit of a dead end. It does, in a way - I will discuss it a bit further below, along with some other parallels that didn't fit the structure.

A: Before the Beginning B: Aziraphale meets Crowley C: "How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?" D: "I'm very good at forgiveness. It's one of my favourite things." E: Gabriel: "I love you, you're funny" F: Argument about helping the other G: Crowley offered Duke of Hell position H: Crowley apologizes to Aziraphale I: Hiding of Gabriel - 25 Lazurii miracle J: Shax threatens Crowley K: Jobs children are turned into geckos M: Aziraphale's Trial by Temptation N: Aziracrow see God talking to Job: AZIRAPHALE: I don't suppose he's getting any answers. O: AZIRAPHALE: That sounds, um…CRAWLEY: Lonely? P: An angel asks permission for entry to the bookshop Q: Aziraphale makes unauthorized changes to the Bentley R: CROWLEY: Oh, come on, Mr. Dalrymple, it's not brain surgery! S: BARTENDER: You'll be one of those investigative reporters, no doubt? T: Aziraphale goes back to offer assistance to Elspeth and wee Morag U: Aziraphale stalls on saving wee Morag, says he doesn't have permission V: The laudanum toast to wee Morag W: AZIRAPHALE: Will you get into trouble? X: Crowley does Operation Lovebirds - Calls tempest Y: CROWLEY: "What are we talking about now?" GABRIEL: "Who am I? What's happened to me?" Z: Crowley confronts Gabriel about Aziraphale - Its always too late AA: Shax saying to Aziraphale she heard Aziracrow were an item 90 years ago BB: Zombies kill - 1st brain eaten CC: Crowley talks Aziraphale into performing a bigger magic act DD: Aziracrow shake on deal to do more miracles if needed EE: Zombies kill - 2nd Brain Eaten FF: The Staging of the Bullet Catch GG: Aziraphale gives permission for Furfur to enter the dressing room HH: Furfur says to expect a legion to come for Crowley in the morning II: Furfur's audience with the Dark Council, is treated condescendingly

● SHADES OF GREY - you said "TRUST ME."

II: Shax is stopped by Demon Josh, is treated condescendingly HH: Shax wants a legion to storm the bookshop GG: Beez asks if Shax has permission to enter the bookshop FF: AZIRAPHALE: I can guarantee you it will be a night to remember! EE: Shax wants killers, 10,000 demons DD: Deal for Dr Who Annual with Mr Arnold CC: AZIRAPHALE: Maggie and Nina are depending on me BB: 70 demons and a malignant and creeping sense of unease AA: Nina asks Crowley about how long he and Aziraphale have been together Z: Crowley confronts Gabriel about Aziraphale - stops him before its too late Y: Nina: "I’m going mad" - is spoken to by all the people at the Ball X: Aziraphale does Operation Lovebirds - Maggie asks Nina to dance W: AZIRAPHALE: I think you're overestimating how much trouble we're actually in. V: SHAX:… they are toast. T-O-S-T E. Toast. Now! U: Crowley stalls Shax on attacking humans, asks if she has permission T: Crowley says he's coming back, won't leave Aziraphale on his own. S: CROWLEY: Officer, I need to report a crime. R: Aziraphale: It all looks so simple in Jane Austen… the brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell diamond robbery. Q: An unauthorized demon enters Heaven, changes P: Maggie gives permission for the demons to enter the bookshop O: MURIEL: It's a bit lonely. N: Aziraphale opens the portal to Heaven: GABRIEL: I told you you could ask. However, I am the only First-Order archangel in the room, or, you know, the Universe, so I'm not gonna answer so much. M: Gabriel's Trial K: Gabriel puts himself into the fly J: Aziraphale declares war on Hell I: Reveal of Gabriel - memories restored H: Gabriel apologizes to Beelzebub G: Aziraphale offered Supreme Archangel position F: Argument about helping the other E: The Big Damn Kiss D: "I forgive you" C: "Always asking damn fool questions, too." B: Aziraphale leaves Crowley A: Beginning of the End – Learn of Second Coming

Discussion on parallels that didn't fit the structure:

1. Crowley is given permission to destroy all of Job's possessions / Gabriel refuses to give permission to destroy the Earth aka Armageddon II

There is a repeat emphasis on licenses, permits and authority throughout S2, so I really thought Crowley's permit to destroy of Job's possessions would have a match. It did, but it didn't fit the structure! If you look closely some of the other permits and authority lines do slot in. I'm planning some metas on these topics in the near future, as the use of language around these concepts is quite interesting, and there is some history to throw into the mix as well.

2. Crowley deceives the archangels with the help of an angel

This pair is a reference to Crowley and Aziraphale teaming up in the Job minisode to restore Job's children, and then Muriel aiding Crowley to sneak into Heaven. I'd just like to point out that Crowley could have gone to Heaven on his own - remember Eric went up with the hellfire in S1E6 - but he doesn't know where to go and get Gabriel's file, that is what he needs Muriel for.

3. Popping up to Edinburgh

Ah, the trip to Edinburgh! Why? WHY!!! Why go all that way for ... nothing?

Guess what - it's a parallel sequence to Crowley popping up to Heaven.

I was going to write a companion piece to this but...my to do list is getting a bit long at the moment. Let me know if you want me to expand on it.

4. Ignoring messages

So this one started as "Nina gets txt messages from Lindsay, Mrs Sandwich says not to look at them," at the start of Ep3, then during the Ball Crowley is trying to lead the humans out of the bookshop and Shax confronts him with another bundle of mail. Crowley is succeeding in ignoring his messages from Hell, but Nina isn't.

5. Muriel and The Interrupted Tea Ceremony

In S2 it noticeable that everyone except Crowley needs permission to enter the bookshop, whereas in S1 they could just walk in. Originally I made a comment elsewhere that I thought this part matched with a sub-story to the Ball, the story of Sodom and Gomorrah and hospitality to angels, but then I came back and had another look and saw that there was a surface match - but I'm still going to do another post about the "cupperty" because it keeps getting lost in all the noise!

6. Threats and Declarations of War

Shax makes a number of threats throughout the series, to hunt Crowley down and to declare war on Aziraphale. So when Aziraphale inadvertently declares war on Hell with the halo toss, you'd think there would be a matching pair. There is, but not with a declaration of war, just a threat to Crowley. This is probably one of the weaker pairs.

7. Mysteriosity, audacity, ferocity and dangerocity

The Marvelous Mr Fell and his Mysteriosity has a pair with Shax's speech to her fellow demons about the unprecedented audacity of the attack on the bookshop, and how their lack of numbers will be made up for with their ferocity and...dangerocity. It should have fit, but it didn't.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #chiastic structure

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ventiij · 9 months

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This is the first request I've ever sent lol, I was wondering if you could write NSFW! Xingqiu Alphabet?

sure! after all, it’s not always that you get Xingqiu as your first …👀 request.

(boy is so underrated help)

i apologize in advance if point q doesn’t really make sense smh, i just couldn’t find anything more suitable lol. anyway enjoy.

minors run away in 3, 2, 1

a - adoration (is he into it?)

yes, very likely. even if he is the gentleman type there’s just something in him.. and of course, as much as he loves taking compliments, he will give them back, if you like.

b - bottom (ntm to say)

yeah he’s definitely submissive towards you, maybe power bottom at times? still tho: not long after you get started, he can’t help but submit and be good for you. make him do anything, after all, he’s been waiting for it since he read that one book (of his many, all for the same purpose) and imagined you two as the main characters.

c - cock (lenght)

slightly less than 15cm but doesn’t really care, like, dear… TRUST anything above that is just extra not just on him but where is all that going? nowhere near me ty

d - dress up (what kind of clothing does he wear during it or beforehand?)

you could have him dressed up like in any dress, ex. a maid one, litterally use imagination he’s chill, may act a lil shy at first but gives up soon enough. after he acknowledges that you’re into it tho, you can clearly see how he found his new favourite way to tease you.

e - embarassement (how does he take teasing amd such while he’s sensitive?)

after you tease him with words, he’s all red with his eyes closed just listening, not saying a word and just enjoying the feeling

f - face (best face he pulls)

eyes closed, small pout ad he drools a little

g - g-spot (how does he act when you hit it?)

he becomes super loud and he whimpers so much. ability to talk? gone. he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing unless you point it out.

h - horny (where, when, how much?)

after reading a book about it and just imaginating the things you could’ve done to ruin him. not that much unless it really got him into thinking about you and his thoughts just run wild.

i - impact (that the first time had on him)

he liked it so much and then you comforted him right after, so he understood he could come to you in case he’ll want it to happen again (he will)

j - juice (again, explains by itself)

the quantity depends on how much he’s in the mood and how much you tease him and vice versa, but nevertheless feels so good to him. tries not to be too loud the first time, but if he’s really overwhelmed he won’t be able to control his voice.

k - kids (pregnancy kink yes or no)

no and don’t question this.

l - lemon (what does he think about it)

right before having sex, he loves it. it turns him on and he immediately gets the message.

m - masturbation (yes or no?)

not usually, only if he’s really really down bad to do it and you aren’t there. if you are there tho and you order him to do it, he will. he wants your eyes on him the whole time. give him more orders and pass your time like that, he’ll put on a great show for you and you only

n - no (things that aren’t allowed)

don’t ruin his tender, porcellain skin: no knifeplay or anything like that. you can tie his hands, sure, but don’t use ropes all over his body too often, if he feels too much pain that will be an extreme turn-off.

o - osmanthus wine (tastes the same as i remember but where are those who share the memories)

o - obedience (featuring point b)

he’s so obedient, yes. he knows if he’ll be obedient you’ll reward him and he’ll look forward to it the whole time.

p - positions (which one does he prefer?)

when he’s sitting on your lap: he prefers to be close to you, to feel everything he can.

q - queue (do you have to wait to have sex, in case he’s busy?)

depends on what he’s doing. reading a book? alright, he’ll stop for now. just a few dozens of pages left to finish that huge book he bought last week? hell no, know your place.

r - rest (after it)

he needs a lot of rest because he puts a lot of effort into both pleasing you and feeling a lot of sensations at the same time. he’s exhausted and he’ll love it if you take care of him, after all, he’s been good, no?

s - stress (not during it)

defo uses it as an excuse to get some attention from you, something like: “can you take my mind off of some things..?” and then becomes the naughtiest thing you thought could come out of this

t - tongue (does he like when you use it or when he’s using it?)

oh yeah, definitely. boy liked having all your attention in general so pushing it even more will just please him as much as possible

u - urges (during it)

to cum. if you deny it, he’ll start whining and play victim, deny it even more. he’ll be so desperate and cute for you that he just fulfills your desired until you give him consent to finally release.

v - volume (is he loud? quiet?)

he tries to be quiet most of the time, but as soon as he cums, he’s so loud. he’s so sensitive so he can’t help it.

w - wow (a thing you didn’t expect from him)

that he tends to come to you whenever he’s feeling horny without being all that shy. no big words or so, he just asks you to fuck him right away and, how could you say no? he really does rely on you for this one.

x - xoxo (kisses before, during and after it)

before it, it’s just as i said in point l, during it, they’re even hotten and expecially wet. after it, the kisses are just soft and cute, as a form of appreciation and trust.

y - yummy (using mouth - jobs, eating out etc)

yeah as said in point t he likes every bit of attention from you and will carve it no matter in which way you plan on giving it to him.

z - zappy (things he’s excited to do, featuring the previous points)

g, j, l, p, u

#sub xingqiu #xingqiu x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x you #xingqiu

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Hiii, this is my first time making a request lol. So my sign is Leo and my pronouns are she/her, they/them. Uh I am abnormally tall (184 cm) for girls my age which is kinda dumb to be insecure about but I've been looking for a fanfic with gojo and tall reader fluff or smut and also because he's a Sagittarius and our zodiac match :D the scenario is that once they find out and look through their zodiacs, gojo gets disgustingly flirty lmao. But previously, reader was very insecure abt smtg (preferably the tall height but your wish) and gojo flirting with them kinda makes the reader feel better. And while they're reading about their zodiac signs (I've read that Leo and Sagittarius have a really steamy dynamic), it somehow leads to some bedroom action :D

i t s ⋆ w r i t t e n ⋆ i n ⋆ t h e ⋆ s t a r s ⋆

zodiac event

♌︎ TALL GIRL LEO reader x SAGITTARIUS SATORU GOJO ♐︎

genre: cute / suggestive <3 wc: 1.7k note: abnormally *beautifully tall. love this rq!! apart from this one, no physical traits :p stsg ship mention, kinda college au :) 18+

*knock knock knock knock knock*

The incessant and rapid knocking at your door indicates that there could be only one person standing outside.

*knock knock knock* *ding, ding, ding*

Your phone chimes along with the barrage.

"Jesus-! I'm coming!!"

You yell through the door.

"I just had a shower, can you wait a second!!"

"I don't care~~ open up!"

He sings back and you end up caving, stepping towards the source of the noise with your hair dripping wet in nothing but a tiny towel.

You pull the handle and open the door, being greeted by him. A wolf whistle sounds from his lips and he steps into your apartment.

He does this sometimes.

Just shows up. Unannounced. Uninvited.

But who lets him in every time?

You can't help it. You can't deny he's addicting to be around.

"Party tonight at Suguru's. You're coming."

He tells you, striding through your home and making himself comfortable, slouching on your sofa and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

"Are you going to get dressed?"

He asks, taking off his black glasses and raising an eyebrow in your direction.

You huff and roll your eyes in return.

"I mean, I don't mind~" he adds with a wink. You stick a finger up his direction and turn back to your room to get ready.

You close the door, feeling a little anxious all of a sudden. Sure, you like parties. But you've been feeling kind of insecure lately, and you're not sure if all the crowds of people will really help. You can just imagine all of those wide eyes looking up at you and asking the most stupid questions... how tall are you, and is it difficult to date at your height, being some of your least favourites.

Then it comes to picking your outfit.

It took you ages to find this perfect dress... for your body. The cutest dresses just never fit. They're awkward on the legs, barely covering you or leaving your panties on show, the torso, the shoulders, the waist. Just nothing is in the right place. It gets infuriating. Saddening. The amount of times you've looked in the mirror in a goddamn fitting room and welled up with tears is starting to stack up.

But you feel more comfortable today. At ease, even.

You look in the mirror in this pretty, perfectly fitting dress and you smile. It looks so fucking cute. You look cute.

And you have to admit... he helps.

He helps you to no end. And you don't even thank him for it? He makes you feel comfortable in your own body.

When you enter a room with him you can feel totally confident. All the attention is on him. His legs are longer, he's bigger... he stands out more. And he thrives on it. There's such an aura of power and confidence about him that makes you feel so relaxed. He can handle anything.

He works his magic, his charm, making you feel totally... beautiful. He comforts you without even trying, his arm linked with yours, dragging you around. But you can keep up, since your legs are nearly as long and your laughter is nearly as loud. Which is all you ever do with him; laugh, smile, banter, often crossing the glassy boundary into flirting.

You step out of your bedroom to find Satoru waiting impatiently on your sofa, fiddling with his black shades.

When his eyes catch your frame he almost drops them and you swear you hear a little gasp escape his mouth.

You ask him what he thinks and when you only receive a gaping mouth in reply you giggle and step back into your room.

"I'll just be a minute, going to do my makeup," you explain, but he rises from the sofa and follows like he's tethered to you.

He steps in and starts rifling through your things; picking up trinkets and teddies, telling you which colour lipstick looks best on you and finding the bookshelf in the corner of your room.

It's tall and fully stacked, but he has no problem reaching the top shelf and picking out a sparkly book that caught his eye.

"THE MYSTERIES OF ZODIAC: EXPLAINED"

"Hm," he hasn't really thought about any of this before, but flicking through the pages sure makes him curious.

"Your birthday's _____ right? Which makes you..."

"A Leo." You finish for him, while applying your mascara.

"Huh, ok, makes sense." He gives your page a once over then looks for his own.

"December... 7th..."

He skims the pages, finding the centaur with his bow and arrow.

"Haha, nice, he's nearly as ripped as me!"

Sagittarius. Of course.

He reads through the personality section, which only points out the obvious, then flops on your bed and turns the page.

"Oh."

You finish up with your makeup and perch next to him, looking down at where the book is spread open.

"Romantically, Sagittarius are best paired with another fire sign," he gives you a cheeky smile before continuing, "such as Aries or... Leo."

He pauses for a moment, finding the love chart under the text.

"Oh- oh my god!"

He almost shouts with excitement and drags you down on the bed to take a closer look.

"Why did you never tell me this!!??"

"Tell you- what? Satoru! It's not like I've read this thing cover to cover!"

You didn't even know his sign.

"Look..."

You see his expression turn from curious to excited in seconds. His eyes open wide and his smile grows till you can see his pointy canines gleaming.

"Satoru, they're just our star signs!" You moan, not wanting him to put too much stock in this.

"Surely you must believe some of this stuff, though, right? You're the one with the book."

He gives you a glance before he points at the row of your sign.

You admit it's kind of shocking.

He reads further into it, and you're getting a little invested now, hearing how your signs are apparantly so perfectly paired in friendship and romance.

"It's a fact. We're meant to be together!"

He proclaims and goes to shut the book, as if the case is closed and no further investigation is required.

"Um," but you stop him, slipping your fingers between the pages and pointing to the compatibility chart, "what about this sign; aquarius."

"Ugh- a water sign! How lame!"

"Aquarius is an air sign, dummy! You have a near perfect match with them, and I happen to know a certain someone whose birthday is..." you flick to the aquarius sign, "February 3rd!"

"Yes, I know that's when his birthday is. But ours is perfect."

You know it's true. Him and Suguru didn't work out.

"And here.. look," he flicks back to his page, finding the romance section under the leo and sagittarius pairing title. His long finger skims over a few sentences that make your cheeks heat up.

"The best thing about their sex life is probably the passion and intensity that they share. Heat radiates from both of them which results in a steamy sexual experience. While one ignites the fire, the other fiercely fans it to expand the fire making their sexual experiences a dance in the realm of fiery pleasure. Leo and Sagittarius sexual compatibility can be considered as one of the best out there."

When you finish reading you suddenly realise how close you are to your Sagittarius man. He sits up next to you, invading your personal space completely with a curious smile on his face.

"Maybe we should test it out?"

"Satoru!" You chide, as if the suggestion is totally ridiculous. But you know it's not. You like how he makes you feel. Everything just slots into place with him and it feels so natural.

"We should at least kiss... just to, you know, see if this star sign stuff is actually true or not."

"Like an experiment?" You cock an eyebrow, not shying away from his intense closeness.

"Uh huh," he nods and nudges his nose against yours.

You focus on his lips, pink and plump, resting in that perfect smile, with his crystal irises uncovered, his hair tousled, looking beautiful as ever. How could you refuse?

"Yeah, we should try it," you agree and his snowy lashes bat with excitement as he leans into you.

"Mm-" he presses his warm, soft lips to yours and you feel him smiling, with the book slipping from his fingers and landing somewhere on your carpeted floor.

The way he kisses is hot and... tender, giving you undeniable butterflies when he sucks on your lip.

"S- Satoru, my lipstick-"

"I don't care," he husks and wraps a hand around the back of your neck, getting as close to you as physically possible before claiming your lips again.

"Satoru -" you don't want him to stop but you need to breathe.

"It felt amazing, didn't it? Let me have one more."

He insists and kisses you till your lipstick is smeared all over his mouth. You giggle and wipe his face clean with your thumb.

"Come here," but he keeps going, pulling you into him and opening your mouth with his tongue, until your soft giggles turn into little moans.

"That sounds good, fuck, you sound so good-"

You silence him with another hot kiss.

"Don't stop then," you tell him, making him bite his lip and push you down on the bed.

He gets between your legs and presses your hands above your head, lacing his longer fingers between yours. He holds you there, kissing you deep, getting you hot in all the right places. You start moving your hips and his hands move down your body, dipping under the hem of your dress to feel your legs.

Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, and just as the book said, it's getting intense. His fingers are starting to tease at your panties, tugging them down, until a noise makes you both jump-

"Ah-!"

"Fuck-" you were so wrapped up in each other that you didn't realise the time.

"It's Suguru." You sigh and look at your phone.

You daren't answer. You know you're in for a telling off now.

Your white haired Sagittarius steals a few more fiery kisses and lifts you off the bed. He watches you reapply your lipstick that he's going to kiss off again later, and takes you to Suguru's with his hand in yours.

"You think the book was right then?" He asks with a cheeky smile as you head inside.

You don't answer, but you're sure you'll tell him later when you get him to yourself again.

satoru | m.list | zodiac event

paraphrased quotes from Astrotalk !

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