#✶ — › incoherent mumbling — ⌜ ooc ⌟

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — KEEGAN p. russ; just a massage.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, female reader, prone-bone, speed bump, female anatomy, slightly unedited.

.: masterlist.

keegan who has your stomach pressed into the mattress, his thick thighs straddling the back of yours. his calloused hands are slipping under your shirt and you have to remind him that it’s just a massage.

he claims he knows, and says that your clothes are getting in the way. so you let him remove your shirt, his thumbs putting pressure on the spots that you complained about.

and when you moan into the sheets, he pushes down on you harder. arching your back into the bed and pressing his aching groin against your ass.

keegan keeps one hand on your back, keeping you still while his other one yanks down your pants.

you’re whining and squirming under him, knowing where this is going. you voice that you’re tired and too sore for this, to which he just coos and teases his index finger into your tight hole.

he’s mumbling into your ear — “i’ll take care of you.” “i’ll make the pain go away.” and he sounds so genuine, so needy. he’s slipping another finger into you, a cocky smirk on his face. you were so wet for him and he starts to think it’s because of the way his hands squeezed you, traveling down your skin and groping you lower down your back than you intended for.

your thighs squeeze together, and you have a pillow covering your face, muffling the moans that uncontrollably spill from your lips as your orgasm approaches. keegan only shakes his head at this, pulling his fingers out and holding you down.

you’re whining again, pleading for him to do something. he squeezed your hips apologetically, although his voice feigns any sign of sympathy. “you know the rules, bad girls don’t get to cum.”

and you feel tears run down your cheeks, exhaustion and an uncomfortable feeling settles in your stomach. you beg for him to help you, make you feel good so you can go to sleep.

how can he not listen to your pleas, he can’t just leave his girl in pain. so he’s leaning over to press kisses to your shoulders, his hands massaging at your lower back. you’re crying under him, the pain from your muscles almost too much to bear.

but suddenly his hard cock is slapping against your folds, smearing your juices in between your thighs. his fat tip nudges your clit and you gasp, your hips pushing back into him.

he allows you to do so, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. keegan’s mumbling almost incoherently about how he’ll take so much care of you, make you forget about the pain, and fuck you so good you’ll fall asleep.

you hope that he keeps to his word, the feeling of his girthy cock slipping into your tight cunt makes you forget all about the pain that ran through your body. he doesn’t stop until he’s pushed all the way inside of you, the only thing you can focus on is the way your walls stretch to accommodate his size.

his chest is pressed against your back and you can hear his shaky breath, his kisses the top of your head, saying that it’s gonna be okay, and you’re gonna feel so good. he can’t help himself when you’re begging for it again, needing him and his touch.

so he’s thrusting into you at a pace that is no longer as sweet as his words or kisses. his head dropping into the crook of your neck, he’s pushing himself so deep inside of you that your brain goes all fuzzy. the only thing on your mind is keegan and how he’s stuffing you full.

AN: quick lil drabble cuz i hurt my back sooo bad yesterday and i've been thinking about this. someone lmk if this is ooc for keegan, i was kinda nervous to post this!!

#[ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. ] #( 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒 ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ) #urghghdigj #keegan #keegan smut #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #cod keegan #keegan x reader #keegan x reader smut #keegan p russ x reader #keegan p russ x reader smut #smut #cod smut #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod mwii #cod mwiii #call of duty #call of duty smut #keegan cod

[hotpinkstars]

LAZY MORNINGS - aventurine x reader

- your husband gets a call early in the morning, kicking a start to your day. but instead of him going into work, he stays in your arms.

- hellooo everyone! i'm back and i changed my theme up a little bit. thank you to all of the condolences i received, it made me smile and also made me happy :) but i feel ready enough to write once again, and i've been having aventurine brainrot...... hm... also my bad if this is really ooc i've read most of the penacony story and have payed extra to aventurines parts (i can also write ratio for all you ratio simps who want more food..) but my brain is wired weird so.... i fuck some things up anyways enjoy!!!!!!!!!

- no warnings, wc 528

You wake up, and immediately check the clock on the side of your nightstand. It reads 5:30 am.

You rub your eyes, scanning the room before your eyes land on your husband, Aventurine, who's got one hand in his hair and the other holding his phone up to his ear.

He was a beautiful sight; his eyes half open, hair messy, and pajamas in a bundle with one button keeping it on his torso. You lay a hand on the naked part of his chest, letting him know you were awake. He looks down at you, shooting you a soft smile before speaking into his phone.

“...Alright, I understand,” He said, his tone laced with irritation and sleepiness. “Lets schedule the interview for today.”

You sighed, replacing your hand with your head, trying to go back to sleep. You pull the silk sheets over your ear, everything below your eyes covered by the warm covers. Aventurine wraps an arm around your body, hanging up on the man who called to inform him of what you assumed was something important, and put his phone down next to him.

“Sorry if I woke you, sweetheart,” He sighs, wrapping his other arm around your torso. You nuzzle into him, eyes closed. You mumble something incoherent, and he chuckles. “Someones tired this morning.”

You nod, and he kisses the top of your head. “Do you have to leave early this morning?”

“Nope, not today. They wanted me to, but I'll just say I didn’t feel well enough to get out of bed. I don’t miss work too often, so they won't bat too much of an eye, hopefully."

You giggle a bit, snuggling even deeper into his chest, his heartbeat audible. It comforted you, it always does, and you could’ve fallen asleep right away if it weren’t for his voice keeping you conscious.

“I wish I could bring you to work with me, but unfortunately I can’t. I have to work with Ratio again today,” he groans, putting a hand up to his forehead. “I’d rather spare you of the nuisance he is.”

You laugh once more. “I bet he’s not that bad. You just make him sound like a geek, that’s all.”

“He’s much more than that. Much more insufferable.”

“I doubt it.”

You both laugh before simply holding each other. It seemed like it was only the two of you on this planet; the sounds of birds chirping brought a harmonious feeling, and it was as if none of your worries were able to break through your bedroom door and haunt you.

You tried to stay awake with your husband, considering he was probably up for the day due to the ever so rude interruption at such an early time in the morning. He was used to waking at this time, so he would’ve likely been up soon anyway. You, on the other hand, usually wake up when he’s long gone for the day, so it’s just natural to want to sleep a little longer.

“Fall back asleep, babe,” he pressed a tiny peck to the top of your head, burying his nose in your soft locks. “I’ll be here when you wake back up.”

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #aventurine #kakavasha #aventurine x reader #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #kakavasha x reader

[wriothesleybear]

if wrio has the new muscular character body type then do you think his thighs touch?? he’s so mmmnnh~

oh yeah for sure ! imagine getting off on his muscular thighs or just riding him after a long day of work ugh!😩 i just wanna massage his big, strong muscles and his cock and having it lead to other things *wink wink*

I just wanna add a little drabble cuz I'm having thoughts~

warning: he might be a bit ooc. Also smut below. I couldn't help myself🥺

His strong hands on your hips, helping to guide you back and forth on his muscular thigh. Your slick covering his rough thigh makes it smoother to grind on. He adds more pressure to your clit while moving you faster. You mewl and whine his name, holding onto his shoulders as you get closer to the edge. "Come on kitten." He watches you closely, relishing in your current state caused by him. He scoots a bit further down the bed from the headboard, raising his thigh a bit, causing you to lean over him. Your chest is hovering over his face, giving him access to lay bites and kisses all over it. He moves up to your neck, causing more moans to leave your puffy, bitten lips. Given the new position he put you in, not only are you humping his thigh, but youre also humping his cock, hips moving against each other. He sucks in a breath against your neck. He'll cream his pants soon if this carries on. But he doesn't care. He wants to thrive in this moment, be selfish and give into his desires. "Yes Wrio. More~." You mumble incoherently but he understood what you said. Both of your paces quicken. Moans and grunts falling from each other's lips. He bites down on your breast, causing you to finally fall over the edge. Your head falls back, a silent scream leaving your lips as you both ride out your highs. Once you both have settled down, he sweetly kisses the bites he left on your chest and neck, leading up to give you one last kiss on your lips. A small smile graces his beautiful lips as he cups your cheek. You move to get off of him, weak from the passionate moment. You look down at his pants, noticing the wet spot on them. You look at him and ask, "Did you?" He looks away, a slight blush covering his cheeks. You giggle and lean up to kiss his cheek.

#wriothesley #wriothesley headcanons #wriothesley x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley smut #genshin impact smut

[megistusdiary]

okok but hear me out,,, phone sex w hsr characters of ur choice,,,, IIIII JUST think its crazy that theres canonically phones in hsr and no ones doing anything w that LMAO

this ask is actually so ancient but i was sifting through them and thought...why not?

and so, i present to you, phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko 😇

i really hope i am not making them ooc, but i did my very best, so please let me know ♡

phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko ☄. *

(separate) dom!kafka, jing yuan, and himeko x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), phone sex, wlw content (kafka, himeko), male masturbation (jing yuan), fem masturbation (himeko, reader)

*ੈ✩‧ kafka

you knew it was a bad idea to answer your phone when she texted. you knew it was a bad idea to sneak off to your room to answer her. you promised yourself you wouldn't; she was a stellaron hunter. the woman your friends were trying to run away from.

yet you find yourself chasing her like a little puppy, leash in your mouth just to hand it over willingly to her.

she's watching you through your phone screen, with all the shaky movements of your hand as you clumsily hold the phone for her to see. her hand is held so her fingers gracefully touch her lips as she admires the way your own fingers press deeper inside of you.

she's even insisted you keep the audio on. "i don't want to miss all those pretty sounds you make, especially from that cute little cunt." she had told you.

"play with your clit a little too, sweetheart." she coos at you through the phone. obediently, your thumb swipes messily at your clit and you whine at her. "aww, such a cutie." she giggles.

you almost drop the phone a few times, ears burning in embarrassment when she giggles at just how adorable you are. you couldn't even hold your phone right for her, let alone make yourself feel half as good as she could. why, if she was there, you'd already be shaking by now. what a pity.

jing yuan ˚ૢ⋆˚

jing yuan grunts softly, hand wrapped around himself as his phone rests on the desk in his office. your moans ring clearly through the speaker, echoing off the walls. you're blissfully unaware of just how vocal you're being. of course, even if everyone could hear it, nobody would dare speak against the general!

"feeling good, angel?" he asks. his voice has gone lower than normal, throaty as he fucks his hand with every sweet noise you make.

"mmm, yes-" your voice is breathy, and he groans at the slick noises of your pretty pussy. he can imagine it, he can imagine you.

his hand tightens subconsciously when you cry out for him. "does it feel good?" you ask him, and your voice sounds downright angelic to him. his hips stutter and he nods before realizing you can't see him.

"yes," he confirms, sounding breathless, "but it's only a fraction of how you feel wrapped around me." he grunts, and the image of him in your mind is surreal. "aeons-" he pants as he listens to every little noise you make while your fingers push faster and faster.

"that's it, sweetheart-"

himeko ˚ ���♡

himeko can't suppress her soft sighs as her fingers press against her clit softly, teasingly. "sweet girl, are you just as worked up as i am?" she hums into the phone.

she's rewarded with a needy mewl as you rub over your own clit through your panties. "yes! please- please, let me- need to-" you mumble incoherently and she smiles, biting the inside of her cheek.

"go ahead, take them off." she nods, listening to the rustle of clothing as you finally strip your panties off. "are you wearing anything else now hm?" before she gives you the chance to process and reply she laughs quietly. "on second thought, just take everything else off. i want you completely bare for me, okay, sweet girl?"

"okay." is all you can muster as you remove everything else. the soft blankets of your bed on the express rub deliciously against your nude form. you both wish she was here, playing with you herself. you regret not going with her on this mission... "i miss you." you whimper, rubbing gentle circles into your clit.

her heart melts at your gentle tone. "i know. i miss you too. so much." she breathes out, slipping her panties to the side to slide her fingers in instead. you can hear her sighs, the slick pumping in and out. "i'll be home soon, i can't wait to see you." her voice is full of genuine promise.

she smiles at the thought of you...waiting for her. of course, she has the obligatory thoughts of wanting to fuck you, to render you a babbling, leaking mess for her. on the other hand, she can't wait to spoil you with her time and affection. keeping you on her lap, massaging your back, smoothing her thumb over the apples of your cheeks.

for now, she settles for the slick sounds of your fingers on your pussy and your sweet little mumbles of her name.

#honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #kafka hsr #kafka smut #jing yuan smut #himeko smut #kafka x reader #kafka x you #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #kafka x y/n #himeko x reader #himeko x you #himeko x y/n #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚ #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

[thrasher-slashers]

Slashers with a Thicc S/O

Basically, a few slashers with a plus sized S/o- some basic relationship HCs sprinkled in- kinda requested by a friend?

Some body dysmorphia

Mainly fluff :)))

Pronouns=They/Them (G/N reader)

I am a plus sized person myself- but I’m still not the best writer! Bare with me if something’s don’t make sense!

Kinda OOC

Bo Sinclair

Holy shit-

Loves your thighs- wether squishy or muscle, loves them

Will pinch your fat, thinks it’s cute

* Lays his head on your legs, a lot…maybe play with his hair???

* He definitely won’t complain…

* If your self couscous about your size? This man will go ham on anyone that says a w o r d.

* He will hype you up to the best of his one tracked southern mind-

* Chubby chaser!!!

* You have stretch marks? Nice! He likes tiger stripes!

* Bo doesn’t say words much to show how he feels, but he try’s his damn best- “Darlin’ I’ll love you, no matter how you feel about yourself.”

* Lots…. I mean… lots of hickeys.

* Your both pretty warm natured,, so summer cuddles are usually a no go- rip.

Lester Sinclair

* Type of mf to squish your cheeks

* “Sorry honey, you just look so cute!”

* Another chubby chaser!

* Pick him up and cuddle him- we know this man is a stick, and couldn’t even pick up one of his brothers if he tried-

* Thigh appreciator, amen.

* Will glow in pride with you by his side!

* Will fight a hoe if they make any comment towards you what so ever-

* Hopes you’d do the same!

* “LOOK AT MY PARTNER!” Lookin ass

* Shows you off, knows he scored big!

* Lots of kisses, all over your body, won’t stop- seriously, you think you have marks on your forehead from him.

* Secretly wants you to crush his head between your thighs… don’t tell anyone.

Vincent Sinclair

* Yet again, like his brothers- a chubby chaser.

* Yes, he draws you a lot, obviously- he thinks your fucking stunning!

* Will ask for you to pose for him, if your comfortable with that of course. If your not good at staying still? Don’t worry! He has a camera!

* Squeezes you- a lot, but he’s gentle-

* Loves how warm you are! His hands are normally cold, he enjoys when you hold them :)

* Will cry if you call him beautiful-

* Literally a whore for your attention, pay attention to him- please- he’ll do anything!

* Likes to touch and feel you a lot, it isn’t inherently sexual? But if that’s what it turns into…

* Makes you little trinkets to carry :)

* Will blush r e d if you play with his hair in anyway

* “I will cherish you will all my heart, Love.”

* Please- please- call him a pretty boy- he will d i e.

Thomas Hewitt

* Enamored. Loves you a normal amount… totally.

* Thomas, as a chubby person himself- actually appreciates the chub more on you then himself!

* Caresses you a lot, just likes physical touch- just being near him makes him happy.

* Likes the way your stretch marks feel under his fingers- odd fixation- but still.

* Not the best at showing how he feels- he just holds you and hopes you get the message-

* Actually will pummel Hoyt if he ever makes any derogatory comment towards you.

* Doesn’t let you near the ‘visitors’ very much, he deems them as a threat to your safety.

* The family likes you, your cool 👍

* Give this man a massage, he’s very tense all the time… he will greatly appreciate it!

* Not a PDA person, but in private- he’s all over you.

* Likes to play with your hair, no matter the texture, it’s you, and he likes that.

* Doesn’t say much, but when he does, he means it. “I Love You.”

Bubba Sawyer

* You??? Love him??? It still surprises him everyday!

* Dotes and fusses over you a lot, very worried about you- for no real reason- he just wants you safe and happy.

* Your bigger like him!!! Now he won’t crush you! :D

* like Thomas, he likes to caress and touch you a lot, he will mumble incoherent things to you, in hopes you get what he’s trying to say.

* Squeals at you a lot, thinks your the most beautiful thing ever, won’t let his brothers even THINK of being mean to you.

* Has actually hit Drayton over the head for an out of pocket comment.

* Kiss him, anywhere, he’ll be so happy!

* Tried to make you a mask at one point- realized you probably won’t like another persons skin on your face- so he used fabric.

* Will cuddle with you no matter the weather- freezing? Holding his arms open. 100+ degrees? Shut up and cuddle, you can sweat it out.

* Likes to sleep with you on top of him, like a weighted blanket.

* Very hyperactive! Wants to do everything with you!

* Excited when you want to do anything with him! Wether it be something like cleaning the house or something like taking a shower together!

This layout sucks- I apologize lmao

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[imaginebeingmentallystable]

Academy!Coryo x reader Warnings: swearing, now that i think of it slightly ooc Coryo but its Academy era so idk, use of y/n

dividers by @saradika

Pure. If you had to choose one word to describe Coriolanus Snow, that would be it. The boy was basically a slab of untainted, white stone brought to life. Clean cut, not a speck on his record, and god forbid his grades be anything less than frustratingly perfect. It was something that infuriated you constantly.

How could someone possibly have absolutely no visible weakness?

Sometimes it seemed even basic needs such as sleep were unnecessary for your blonde classmate while you, on the other hand, relied on disarranged nights of frantic muttering and rustling paper to maintain your top grades. Only, of course, to spend the next few hours behind a deck having your sanity and patience stripped away by the object of your hatred/affection/whatever those heated stares every once in a while were.

Either way, the back and forth cycle was driving you insane! You were one step away from screaming for it to just-

“Miss Fremont. Would you like to explain to me what is so interesting about Mr. Snow that it is physically impossible for you to pay attention to the lesson?”

Red crept onto your cheeks as you sank slightly in your seat. Your classmates whispered and giggled around you and Mr. Snow was clearly displaying a mocking smirk when you spoke.

“Nothing, Sir.”

~

Later, after you’d rushed from your classroom, through the library and into the little study room you sat in the corner of. You buried  your head in your knees.

How embarrassing was it that you were caught staring at that smug little shit, and by your teacher no less! Not even a classmate, who might have let it slide-

Oh fuck.

You groaned, curling into yourself further. You were caught staring at Coriolanus Snow, the annoying but pretty boy Clemmie had shipped you with from the beginning, your sworn rival. She was never letting you hear the end of this and you suspected neither was Coriolanus.

The soft thump of your head hitting the wall was amplified in the small space. Surely, you reasoned, snatching the Plinth Prize from under Coriolanus’s attractive nose would wipe that smirk off clean off of his face. And for that to happen you would have to get up, pull yourself together and study until your hands shook and your eyes burned. 

Not necessarily in that order.

This time, you’d end up on top.

~ 

Coriolanus found you spread out on the floor, almost buried in pages upon pages of notes and examples and resources. He had, like you, come to the library to study, but all thoughts of classwork were put aside when he saw you, sleeping in his usual study spot. If he was entirely truthful, he didn’t think you could make a face that peaceful. Coriolanus knelt down next to you and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“Time to get up, sweetheart.”

You swatted his hand away sleepily, mumbling incoherently.

“Y/n you’re drooling on your notes.”

No response.

He sighed, already losing his patience. He’d try one last time, he promised himself, and then he’d leave and find another place to work. 

“Y/n, love, you have to get up now. Can’t let you lose to me too easily next week, now can we?” 

This time he gave you a little shake, finally getting through your sleep deprived haze. You jolted back, flustered for a moment.

“Co-coriolanus, what- Why are you here?”

He waited until you were done dusting yourself off before replying.

“I realise you might not know this, but some people like to come here to actually study.”

You scoffed and pushed him towards the door.

“I was doing just that before you interrupted me-” He raised an eyebrow, “-so leave me alone.”

The door slammed in his face.

~ 

Now, you think he’d gotten the message. But the next evening, right after your last class for the day, he was back, like a recurring nightmare. Being seen in this state, your hair messy and eyebags dark, might have irritated you had you not been cramming for two final exams and an assignment that was due the next morning.

"What part of leave me alone was confusing for you, Snow, because I would be happy to explain it to you after I finish this. I'm busy. get out." You say from the desk, exhaustion evident in your tone.

Clearly, you had no patience left for anything, let alone him.

Coriolanus, despite having almost the same workload as you, seemed entirely unbothered by this.

Perfect bastard with his perfect hair and his stupid, perfect smile. Exactly the money he was displaying right now, actually, as he unpacked his notes next to yours.

"Move over sweetheart-"

"Don't," You growled, pausing your work, "Call me that, sweetheart."

He sat down across from you and began writing in that beautiful handwriting. "Whatever you say... Darling."

You really wanted to slap him sometimes.

A/N: this is my first time writing for Coryo so if someone finds this please tell me what you think <3

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[cupids-chamber]

SLEEP WELL DARLING! Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka brainrot Yuuka-

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

A/N: Idk if this would be ooc since her personality isn't available, so I just went with the flow while listening to "We fell in love in October" try listening to the song while reading <3 !!

Cuddling together, laying your head on her shoulder as she reads aloud for you to hear, you can't quite remember how you convinced her to read you a storybook, but thankfully she agreed.

Pulling the blanket up a bit more, as you huddled into the small space, her gaze fixated on the pages, reading each line with full concentration.

"This is my favorite part" she uttered underneath her breath, turning towards you with a smile, her cheeks tinted a light pink. "You've read this before?" you asked, she replied swiftly "mhm!", a soft smile embraced your features as she continued reading.

"The end..." she closed the book, carefully placing it aside. "Y/n..?" she called out softly, her voice gentle as she turns your way, only to find you vast asleep, she mumbled something incoherent underneath her breath, then let out a breezy giggle.

Slowly getting up from her place, being careful as to not wake you. Lifting you up, every movement careful and well coordinated. Not wanting to break your drowsy state.

She lays you down on the bed, fixing the blanket in place. She let out a relaxed sigh, as she smiled at your carefree nature.

She sat in the corner of the bed, gently caressing your hair, a loving gaze on your sleepy figure, she locks your tired form in her memory. She carefully lifted you by your chin, giving you a peck on the forehead.

"Sleep well love" she whispered the words, a faint pink hue on her cheeks, as she decides to go out and make some drinks.

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation from me.

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[kiwisandpearls]

Astraphobia

Alhaitham x Child! Platonic! Gn! Reader (plus a bit of Kaveh)

Summary: You suffer from the fear of thunder and lightning and Alhaitham comforts you through it.

Warnings: Reader uses they/them pronouns, mentions of thunder and lightning, reader being a bit emotional, Alhaitham (plus Kaveh) potentially acting OOC

As the thunderstorm raged on outside, you were curled up under Alhaitham’s bed. Your hands were clasped tightly against your ears in a futile attempt to lessen the sound of the defeating thunder outside. Tears streamed down your face as you prayed for Alhaitham and Kaveh to arrive home soon.

You had always been terrified of thunder and lightning, but Kaveh and Alhaitham didn’t know this. You had just never really seen it as significant to tell them. Sumeru in general never had many thunderstorms so it was easy to sort of hide it from them.

That was until today, the day a major thunderstorm had hit Sumeru. And during the duration of the thunderstorm all you could do was curl up under Alhaitham’s bed, holding your hands tightly over years ears, and softly cry as you prayed for them to please just come home.

In your terrified state you could not hear the sound of a door opening and footsteps as someone neared Alhaitham’s bed. You did, however, feel someone hold your arms and gently pull you out from under the bed. Your eyes shot open only to find them meet the familiar eyes of Alhaitham. He was on his knees, holding you in his lap. After a few seconds of registering that your prayers had been answered, your soft cries turned into sobs as you buried your head into his chest. You felt the vibration of his chest as he let out a soft hum.

No more than a minute later you felt someone else place a blanket around your shoulder, to which you heard Alhaithtam mutter a thank you to the person before wrapping the blanket around your body. Once the blanket had been wrapped around your body, Alhaitham again addressed the other person, asking in a hushed voice for them to start preparing your favorite drink. You heard the other person whisper, “sure” before you heard their footsteps becoming quieter and quieter. That’s must’ve been Kaveh, you think to yourself. You feel Alhaitham place his head in top of yours.

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone for so long,” He whispers into your hair. All you could do was mumble something incoherent and bury your head deeper into his chest. You soon feel a wave of exhaustion hit your body as you slowly descend into sleep in Alhaitham’s arms.

Alhaitham looks down at your sleeping body, slowly petting your hair. He lets out another hum.

Perhaps I should get them a pair of earmuffs, he thinks to himself.

Well this took a bit. Fun fact, this fanfic was originally based off of my own fear of the dark but I couldn’t get to read naturally so I went w/ fear of lightning and thunder, which I kinda have. More of a fear of storms but still

#for you ⌞ 🌙🌱⌝ #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #Alhaitham x child reader #child reader #gn reader #x gn reader #platonic reader #Let me know if I should add any trigger warnings!! #X reader #platonic x reader #Genshin #genshin impact #gn!reader #x gn!reader

[pyr0-kai]

Scars.

Mike Schmidt x reader

Movie spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet ‼️‼️

Angsty, a hint of injury/scars, a bit of fluff, and bad writing and mike might be a little ooc? Let me know your opinions :)

This song was my inspo as well

You had known mike for awhile before the whole Freddy’s Pizzeria incident. You had met him as a security guard at the local mall, before he got fired for beating up someone in the fountain. He had mentioned needing a babysitter to watch his sister, as he got a new, and somewhat suspicious nightshift job. You were happy to help, as you only lived a few houses down from his.

Mike has always been a closed off person, but he seemed to be opening up a bit towards you. Simple things such as having you stay a little while after he comes home, or inviting you to eat dinner together as the 3 of you, or joining you and Abby to watch cartoons after school. It seemed to make him happier to see you with his sister, and being comfortable at his home.

You we’re often worried though, when he came home with bandages on him, or blood marks on his shirt. Abby would be deep into sleep when he came home. You would ask him how work was, and he would just mumble something incoherently. He tried to hide the damage from you. When you asked if he was okay, or tried to help him with the blood on his arms at times, he would thank you for watching his sister, mumble a goodbye then turn and shut himself in his bedroom.

It was awkward, but you understand thats part of how he was. The most confusing part though, is how he used to often lounge around in sweats and a t-shirt. Especially when it was hot outside, his house having little to no AC. But now it seemed like he was always wearing long sleeve shirts or coats inside, especially around you. This was concerning as it was summer, the sun blazing and hot. You could see the sweat beeding all over his little exposed skin.

One day though, you finally asked what was up, worrying he could get heatstroke or something, especially as the temperature only seemed to increase outside. He only seemed to brush you off.

“I’m fine [Y/N].”

“Mike, you’re drenched in sweat… what’s making you act like this??”

“Nothing.”

Then he just huffed, walking into his room and shutting the door, not before you put your foot in the doorway before it fully shut. Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from the door, hoodie thrown on the floor, and he was looking down, head in his hands*

You shut the door before stepping cautiously towards him, hearing slight, sniffling? You walked over and sat next to him on the bed, trying to get him to look at you.

“Mike, sweetheart, what’s wrong? I’m just trying to help” you ask, cautiously.

He finally drops his arms onto his knees, and turns his head towards you, his various scars and gashes from the animatronics at Freddy’s.

“I’m sorry [Y/N] I just feel like a freak, and I don’t want to scare you away. I don’t think you’ll believe me. Its that place… Freddy’s. I have had nightmares there… then woke with these nasty gashes.” he says, sniffing and on the brink of tears.

Wordlessly, you pull him into a tight hug, rubbing his back before speaking.

“Hey… its okay, It’s nothing that would scare me… I believe you. I’d call those battles scars… you fought, and you survived. Abby, Vanessa and I are all so proud of you”

You pull back from the hug, and gently take his arm in your hand and kiss the scar softly, then taking his other arm and doing the same. Mike looks at you shocked, and turns to make eye contact with you. Then he pulls you close and sobs into your shoulder for a while before pulling back and speaking.

“T-thank you… I needed to hear that… I just… I’m so tired and hurt… I just. Don’t want you to think I’m crazy, like most people think”

Your heart breaks at his words. You just hold him as he lets out his sobs. After a minute or two, he starts to calm down

“Hey, You’re not crazy. I can understand. You’re strong, and you work so hard, for Abby, for yourself. She really loves you.”

a quiet pause floats between you two for a beat, before you speak again.

“Would you want to lay down with me for a bit?”

He sniffles and responds

“Y-yeah… please…”

You adjust and roll to lay on your back, motioning for Mike to lay with you. He wipes his face with his hand and flops down next to you, putting his head on your chest.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“Yes” you reply.

You two lay there together, as he slowly falls asleep next to you. Then you kiss his forehead gently, close your eyes and whisper.

“I love you…”

Little did you know, he wasn’t full asleep yet and he smiled, knowing deep down he loves you too…

#mike schmidt #five nights at freddy’s #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson #Spotify

[ravolix]

the morning after

synopsis: a silly little drabble of the morning after

content: established relationship, second person, gn!reader, modern au!scara, implied nsfw but no actual naughty stuff

wc: 150

Reminders of the morning slip between your curtains as your room fills with natural light. A presence stirs next to you under the covers, his arm snaking around your waist as he mumbles incoherent phrases into your shoulder.

"Scara..." you murmur with a lazy smile, letting him pull you closer; something about the drowsy whispers leaves your mind in a comfortably thoughtless state.

"Hm?" Scaramouche hums back, tilting his head ever so slightly so his chin rests against your skin. His eyes barely meet yours as they flicker between closed and half-lidded. "Are you doing okay?"

A tired chuckle slips from your lips, "Yeah. Sore, but okay."

Though your words reference the passion-clouded night from before, it all seems like a distant memory to the both of you now. Your aching legs and the sensitive bites running along your neck seem to melt away by his touch alone.

"That's good," he replies back, shifting his position under the silk sheets so he can hug you more securely. So you can feel just how fast his heart beats for you.

"The 'okay' part, I mean. Not the sore part—“

"Good morning to you too, idiot."

notes: very very very short :,)

academics and stuff are starting back up so ill def have less time to focus on this acc

ALSO IDC IF THIS IS OOC FOR SCARA 👎LET THE MAN GIVE AND RECEIVE SOME TLC

besides, on the ravolix blog he’s a lovesick loser >:)) AHHSSHSHS

taglist:

@aphroditesswan @rainswept

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin fluff #gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche imagines #scara modern au #scara x y/n #scara x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #scara x you #scaramouche drabble

[marsistired]

closing shift

jjk choso kamo x gn!reader

choso has feelings for his little brother's babysitter, but it's always too late for him to say the right words.

- word count: 1.3k

- contents: babysitter!reader, fluff, mutual pining between two dummies, not beta read, possible ooc choso?

- notes: hi, hi, hi! i've been off this site for months, but i'm sorta kinda back now? college papers fight hard, but i fight harder. someone asked why i only write nighttime fics, and it's because i only practice creative writing when i'm about to go to sleep LMAO. it's like pillow talking with my brain. anyway, here's a choso fic that gets iffy towards the end since it's been sitting around for so long. <3

the sound of jingling keys brings you out of your daze, and you bring yourself to sit up just far enough to look over the side of the couch to greet whoever is trying to come in. the front door groans and creaks as it's pushed open. almost immediately, air soars in from outside to nip at skin not hidden beneath warm layers. you huff and squint as the cold wind meets your face, nearly causing your eyes to water from the gentle sting.

choso shuffles in quickly to keep too much heat from escaping the apartment. there’s a deep frown engraved into his features as he toes his boots onto the rug and finally closes the door. even though he’s frustrated, choso tries to be as quiet as possible when he sets his keys and tote bag down on the entryway table. the keys clink when they hit the side of the tiny ceramic bowl, and choso visibly winces at the sound. his entire body is tense. shoulders and arms are stiff by his side, and his brow only furrows more when whatever is stressing him out crosses his mind once more.

choso melts when he sees you blearily blinking up at him, though. the muscles holding him taut and upright send him slumping forward as he slowly makes his way over to the couch. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs, guilt preventing him from speaking any louder. “the closer got sent home early, so i had to take over and it got busy out of nowhere…”

you nod and hum along to choso’s rambling to allow him to get everything from the day off his chest. you wished he wouldn’t feel obligated to apologize and justify his actions, especially when things were out of his hands, but getting choso to stop unnecessarily apologizing would be a harder task than getting yuji to keep the “cool” beetles he finds on the playground out of his pockets.

speaking of which…

the tuft of pink hair on your lap jostles around, causing you and choso to turn your attention downwards. the sleeping first-grader mumbles something incoherent and balls his tiny fists tighter in the plush blanket. with a heavy sigh that only a six-year-old could muster from a full day of being a child, yuji flutters back into a deep sleep. exhaustion is much too prevalent in his little limbs to get up and hug his older brother. the sight brings a hint of a smile to choso’s lips because he’s doing one thing right.

you’re telling him about your day with yuji, or, at least, choso thinks that’s what you’re talking to him about. it’s hard to pay attention when he’s trying to calculate the upcoming bills in his head. the numbers look a lot bigger than they truly are since he’s doing mental math with only a few hours of rest and two cups of coffee in his system. it’s just enough stress to send his spine seizing straight and have his shoulders stiffening back to the same position they were when he walked in.

he’s not allowed to get too far in his head since he’s being brought back to the present with a gentle thumb rubbing away at the worry lines between his brow. when his eyes refocus, his heart drops to his stomach from how you’re frowning up at him. choso opens his mouth for another apology, but you’re already speaking before he can get the words out. “i’m going to put him in bed, and when i get back, i expect you to be sitting down and resting.”

the demand is a light one, but choso knows you mean business when the thumb that was so tenderly soothing away his eleven lines presses a little harder than before into the bridge of his nose. he huffs but nods his head anyway. 

when you slip around the corner with yuji on your shoulder, choso makes his way to the front of the couch to sit down. his head leans against the very back, and he can’t help but close his eyes for a moment. the sigh of utter relief choso lets out causes all of the air in his lungs to leave him as his muscles fully relax for the first time since he woke up this morning to take yuji to school. he should get up and get changed into something that isn’t his work attire, but the cushions are just so comfortable, and his feet are finally not on the hard floor, and… 

it’s not long before the next thing choso knows is the pleasant feeling of hands massaging his scalp. his hair that was previously pulled up is now resting loosely against the couch and being combed through softly. choso opens his eyes to see you intently focusing on getting a tiny knot out, and all of his breath seems to leave his body for the second time that night. you silently cheer when you decide that choso’s hair has been finger-brushed thoroughly, but instantly turn sheepish when you notice brown eyes staring back at you.

“sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” you laugh shyly, moving your hands back down to your sides to act as though you weren’t just playing with hair that certainly did not belong to you. “no, no, i really don’t mind,” he urges out, offering a smile to try and ease your embarrassment. 

fortunately for him, choso can ignore the heat quickly inching up his neck from the ghost of your touch when he meets your gaze once more. he sits up in an instant, nearly busting your nose from where you were above him. you rear away from the couch and watch with curiosity and a little concern as choso pats wildly at his pockets. “cho, what? what is it?” you ask, looking all over to try and see what was causing his antics. 

choso turns his pockets inside out, and when they come up empty, he turns around to give you the worst case of puppy dog eyes. “stop letting me forget to pay you,” he chides, “thank you for watching out, and being so patient with me, but this is your job-”

“it’s more of a side hustle for yuji than me. he is the one getting treats and piggyback rides, after all,” you snort. choso looks unimpressed with your attempt to slip away from the conversation, but he does soften when you run your hands through his hair to get him to lay back down. the words building on his tongue fall flat as his head hits the armrest, so choso relents his scolding for the night in favor of you smiling down at him. 

choso can hear you fishing the keys out of your pocket as you bend over to brush a black strand from his eyes. he wishes for his mouth to work to say something, anything to get you to stay for a few minutes longer, but the only noise that comes out is a quiet hum of acknowledgment. though, he will take the tiny win of you looking pleased, even if it is just because he’s finally settling down for the night. 

as you straighten up to begin tiptoeing your way to the door, choso steals a last glance of you slipping out to get to your car. the whole ‘pining’ thing for his little brother’s babysitter leaves an ache in his chest after you’re already driving back to your own apartment, but the heat on his cheeks from your ever-lingering presence dulls it just enough for sleep to pull him under.

the chime from choso’s phone goes unnoticed as snores fill up the living room. 

coffee with me when you wake up? :)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso fluff #gender neutral reader

[multifandomlover01]

More

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader (AFAB is pretty explicit/reader has female anatomy)

Established Relationship

WC: ~1.5k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Cunnilingus (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), finger sucking (female is doing the sucking), light dom/sub/switch dynamic, mention of body hair (specifically pubic hair and it’s viewed in a positive way), slight accidental dubious consent?, overstimulation, mention of a safe word but it doesn’t actually get to the point where it may need to be used, mention of unprotected sex but it’s not written, lots of pet names/terms of endearment, probably not completely realistic (including possibly OOC Spencer) but this is fanfic

Summary: After Spencer gets out of Prison, he marvels at how sensitive and receptive his SO is.

(Close enough; I haven’t actually gotten to S12 yet)

Gif credit: undertheniall

“Fuck, baby you didn’t even touch yourself while I was gone [for three months while incarcerated in a federal prison because he was framed for murder], did you? Let alone let anyone else touch you…” he murmurs against your thighs, marveling at how sensitive you were.

He kisses and nibbles your thighs before going back to lap at your pussy. You whine and shake your head, affirming that you did not in fact let anyone else touch you nor did you touch yourself.

“Such a good girl.” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations of his hum sending waves of pleasure through you.

You gripped his still uncut hair tightly with one hand as your other hand gripped the sheets.

Spencer chuckled before continuing to kiss and lick your cunt and it just made you tremble.

“Mmm…you like that baby? You like all the attention I’m giving your neglected pussy? She missed me, I know she did. She’s so damn sensitive.” Spencer wraps his lips around your clit and the tip of his tongue circles around the bud. This causes you to moan loudly as he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Spencer continues to suck on your clit as he brings one of his hands up to spread your folds apart, collecting arousal, before slowly entering them into you.

A high pitched whine escapes you, followed by his name.

Spencer’s eyes flicker up to you, his other hand coming up to brush up against your thigh and your hip, rubbing soothingly.

Your body didn’t know whether to melt or explode.

One of his hands was lovingly caressing your body while the other was buried in your cunt, the fingers curling in just the right way and in just the right spot that along with his tongue on your clit, it was sending you over the edge, your grip on his hair tightened, which only egged him on as incoherent sputtering left your lips, but it resembled a mix of his name and a few expletives.

Spencer watched your reaction as he helped you through your orgasm, gradually slowing his fingers down and removing them from you.

He chuckled as he slid up your body, kissing as he went until he got to your lips where you could taste yourself on his lips. After he kissed you passionately for a few moments, he pulled away and held his fingers to your lips.

“Open, baby.” His tone and eyes and demeanor were soft and comforting, leaving room for argument if you wished to do so, but you complied with his orders immediately and as soon as your mouth was open, he was sliding his fingers inside.

“Close and suck.”

You obeyed, closing your lips around his fingers and sucking your own arousal from them.

He watched you intently with an expression of immense love as you sucked on his fingers. You released them with a soft pop and he leaned over to grab a wet nap to sanitize them.

“Do you think you can give me more, baby? I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever been able to make you achieve an orgasm. I’d like to give you more.” His eyes looked at you pleadingly but he held back on his begging (for now), knowing that he didn’t want to make you feel like you had to do anything you didn’t want to do. His tone and expression again gave room for argument but you once again complied, nodding your head and giving him a dopey sleepy smile.

“Thank you, angel, thank you.” He said, truly grateful, as he kissed your forehead and your temple and your cheeks and your lips before settling one hand back between your legs, his fingers playing with the hair above your clit that was more trimmed and cut than the last time he felt it.

He kissed the side of your head, then leaned down to kiss your neck as his hand slide down over your clit again, rubbing it in slow circles.

“I know it’s technically easier to eat you out with your hair down there being trimmed or shaved even but I kinda missed your bush, hon. Can you grow your hair out for me down there? I miss your soft curls against my face.” He murmurs against your neck as he kisses up and down it, leaving love bites and occasionally nipping at your earlobe. All the while his fingers are still rubbing lazy circles over your clit as you lean your head against his shoulder and sigh and moan softly, completely blissed out already.

“Baby? Can you grow your hair out for me?” He pulls away from your neck and you almost whine at the loss even though his fingers haven’t left your clit.

You had completely forgotten to answer his question. You turn towards him to nod, feeling too engrossed in the feeling of his fingers on your clit to respond verbally to him.

Spencer chuckled in response to both your response to his question and your reaction to him what he was doing to you. “Good girl.” He kissed your temple before going back to kissing and nibbling your neck as he continued to rub at your clit, falling into a steady rhythm that had a gradually increasing pace.

Your breathes become shorter as he continues, he’s quickly working you to a second orgasm.

“S-Spencer…please…” you pant out as you grasp his shoulder and then his neck, looking for anything to ground you to reality in your current state. Spencer takes your hand in his.

“It’s ok, baby, I’m here. You’re alright.” He starts to kiss along your jaw and your cheek, working his way to your lips.

“Let go for me, sweetheart, let go, can you do that for me?” He murmured against your lips.

You whine against him, bucking your hips up involuntarily into his hand, which makes him press his arm into your body slightly to hold you steady.

“It’s ok. You’re ok. Let go. Come for me, love, come for me.” His voice is low and raspy against your lips as his fingers work feverishly at your clit, rubbing tight fast circles against it. You press your lips against his as you slide your hands up his neck and face and into his hair to grip it lightly as you come undone for him again. He gradually slows down again, working you through it, kissing you all over your face as he does so, murmuring things such as “I love you”, “you’re so good for me”, and “such a sweet girl” against your skin as he goes.

You come down from your high, your chest heaving. You had come for him twice in what you were pretty sure was about fifteen minutes, which was a record for us, you were also sure.

Spencer is kissing your neck again, his left hand fumbling around for another wet nap on the night stand to sanitize his right hand.

“Can you give me more, baby?” Spencer murmurs against your neck.

“I uh I dunno, Spence…” You say hesitantly, already feeling exhausted.

“Come on, love, please, I know you can. You’ve missed me and my touch for three months. Your body aches for me like mine does for you. You have at least one more in you, sweetie, come on, please, let me make you come again, I wanna make you come again.” Spencer sounds so needy and it’s a switch from the soft dominant position he had taken earlier. You had forgotten how easily the two of you could indeed switch back and forth between being dominant and submissive.

“I…I can try but…you might make me cry.” You say, knowing that you were already sensitive and that you sometimes cried if you got overstimulated, which was a very real possibility right now.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you afterwards, I just really wanna make you feel good, baby, I’ve missed you so much, please let me make you feel good.” Spencer murmurs as his face is buried in your neck. He’s full on pleading now, caring less about being perceived as selfish or manipulative (which you do not perceive him as).

You cannot deny that you missed him too so you agree because you trust him to take care of you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, I promise I’ll take good care of you.” Spencer kisses all over your face. He pulls away to look you in the eyes, cupping your face with his hand. “If you need me to stop, just say so and I will, I swear. You can say stop or red or you can even safe word, you remember our safe word, don’t you, baby?”

You smile and nod. “Pineapple.”

Spencer grins before kissing you. “Good girl. Did you get new condoms?”

“If you’d like to use them, yes, I did.”

“If?” Spencer looks at you, a twinkle in his eyes as the purposeful wording is not lost on him. “You don’t want me to use one? Cause I’ll use one if you want me to.” Spencer is fumbling with the nightstand drawer where the condoms are kept and where there is a fresh pack.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You shrug.

“Baby, I’m asking you.” Spencer stops fumbling with the condom box and turns his attention to you. “Do you want to have unprotected sex?

#criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #smut #x reader smut #spencer reid fanfiction #Spencer Reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction

[blissfullyapillow]

┃An Endearing Conundrum  

₊˚⊹♡Alhaitham x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡‎wc: 1,712~

₊˚⊹♡summary: Endearing scenarios of your relationship with Alhaitham as you keep him on his toes.

 ₊˚⊹♡warnings: A bit suggestive. Overall fluff.

₊˚⊹♡notes: A bit ooc Alhaitham (?), kinda but not really. Alhaitham header created by @lovnupe (n𔘓⁩pe) on pinterest. I wrote this listening to Why by Sabrina Carpenter so it was inspired by that. I just find the idea of Alhaitham being in a relationship with an s/o whose a tease/a handful to be really cute. Lowkey radiates crack fic energy. I’m L.I.V.I.N.G for this Alhaitham ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

₊˚⊹♡Main Masterlist

“Turn it back on.”

“It’s too bright.”

His disappointed sigh speaks volumes.

“You’re so…” He doesn’t say anything more. He simply turns on the lamp by his chair, illuminating the previously dim room.

“Nooo.. Alhaitham..” My whine goes ignored as he continues to read. “Why do you need the lights off?” He sounds uninterested in my response, but the way his eyes briefly lift from the pages of his book to glance at me says otherwise.

My heart flips in my chest; Alhaitham looked up from his book to talk to me. He stopped reading his book to talk to me. 

What I feel right now surpasses elation. 

“I’m tired. I want to sleep but the light is too bright.” I mumble. I sit up from my previous position of lying on my side. I blink, trying to will the drowsy feeling away.

He sighs once more, but he turns off the light. Instead, he turns on a dimmer lamp nearby. “Come here.” He commands. I waste no time in leaving the comforting warmth of the fluffy blankets. I make my way over to Alhaitham, stumbling a bit in the process.

He mutters “What am I going to do with you?” under his breath as I draw near. “What do you mean by that- oh!” As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, Alhaitham pulls me into him. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me onto his lap.

I get comfortable. I rest my head on his chest, hearing his heart pound beneath my ear. He holds his book with one hand while the other tangles itself in the strands of my hair. I’m pleasantly surprised when he begins to read out loud, and I close my eyes to better immerse myself.

Being held like this, along with the sound of Alhaitham’s soothing voice, is enough to lull me to sleep.

It isn’t long before I start drifting off again. I snuggle further into Alhaitham’s arms, mumbling something incoherent to myself as he reads.

Alhaitham’s fingers slowly run through the strands of my hair, and my breathing evens out as I welcome the warm embrace of sleep.

I vaguely feel his soft lips press against the crown of my head.

♡⸝⸝

Oh how I love Sumeru at night time.

The stars shine down on the citizens of Teyvat, and the moon graces us with it’s beautiful alluring glow..

Too bad it’s daytime now, and Alhaitham insisted on bringing me along.

“Haitham, do you really need me to come with you? I’m sure a ‘feeble scholar’ such as yourself is more than capable of handling this situation on your own.” I groan when Alhaitham pays no mind to my words. His hand continues to drag me along gently by the wrist.

“This feeble scholar requires the emotional and moral support of his partner. You’d be wise to accompany me.” His explanation causes me to snort in amusement. “My love, you require my support to handle a few ruffians?” I adore the blush that appears on his cheeks when he hears my term of endearment for him.

“..Yes. If you stop complaining I promise to go on a late night stroll with you. You know, the one you keep pestering me about.” Alhaitham’s gruff words successfully serve to motivate me. My hand intertwines with his in silent compliance.

“You’re almost too easy to please.” He sounds smug, but I can hear the underlying appreciation in his voice that he always fails to mask. “Mhm. You know it. Actually, speaking of please.. I have some other ways you can please me. It involves me, you, a bed and-oomph!” Alhaitham’s hand covers my mouth as he pulls my body into his.

Woosh!

An arrow flies past where my head previously was.

My eyes widen in surprise. Alhaitham smirks. “After I handle this I’ll gladly take you up on that suggestion.”

Oh, my heart.

I lovingly admire Alhaitham as he verbally insults his assailants intelligence and very existence, down to the minute detail.

I swear I see physical hearts as Alhaitham effortlessly kicks one of them down in a flexible, suave move.

I hope he’ll show me just how flexible he can be later.

♡⸝⸝

“Can we please turn the air conditioner off?” Alhaitham’s monotone voice only serves to irritate me.

“No, sweetheart. I get too hot when it’s off. Although.. I admit I am a bit cold with it on.” Alhaitham’s currently lying on his side, facing me under the shared warmth of his fluffy blankets. His face is really close to mine, so the incredulous look he makes looks even funnier.

“Y/n, why would you want to keep the air conditioner on if you're cold? Logically, turning the air conditioner off would only serve to-” “Just cuddle me already you nerd.”

He sighs in dismay at my interruption, yet he indulges me anyway. I smile as his strong arms pull me into him, a pleasantly familiar feeling.

“You bring all sorts of ‘excitement’ into what should be an easy, simple life.” Alhaitham grumbles. His complaint is ignored; I opt to nuzzle my head against his chest in favor of responding.

“These are my favorite pillows. So soft.” I almost wish I could see his face as I squeeze his pectorals.

Actually, I can.

I look up. I’m blessed by the sight of flushed cheeks and parted lips as Alhaitham stares at me. He seems to be at a loss for words. “Y/n you actually… I.. Archon’s know you drive me crazy...” That last part leaves his lips in a breathless whisper that I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to hear. His following sigh conveys that he’s very flattered, but he doesn’t know what to say.

“I love you too Alhaitham.” I melt into him. He holds me tighter. “..I love you too.” “Hmm? Can you say that louder please~” “For the love of-“

My lips part to tease him some more, but he’s quick to capture my lips with his own.

…

Touché.

♡⸝⸝

“Alhaitham I’m HOTTTT.” I purposefully elongate my words as I trudge through the sand. “I know. You’ve told me five times already. Are you going to make it six?” His snarky reply makes me roll my eyes.

“Alhaiiiithhhaammm…” I whine. I stare at the back of his head, drilling holes into it. He shakes his head, choosing to remain silent. We continue our trek through the dessert. Alhaitham’s making me accompany him on another one of his academia related endeavors.

��I’m hoootttt-“ Alhaitham turns around so fast I jump, the quick movement startling me. “If you don’t shut that mouth I’ll shut it for you. Archons, come here.” Alhaitham’s words make me feel hotter than I already am, but in a pleasant way. He moves to stand in front of me before he swoops down to literally sweep me off my feet. I yelp in surprise.

Alhaitham begins to walk once more, except now I’m in his arms. “Do you have any water left? You’re burning up.” He asks. “I drank it alll..” Alhaitham tsks at me. He mutters “You’re my handful all right..” under his breath. The way he grumbles the words makes me shiver.

He maneuvers me to hold me with one arm. His free hand offers me his personal water container.

“Alhaitham.. but don’t you..” “Just drink from it. Please. We’re almost there. Promise.” His words are a bit terse, but the emotion in his eyes is one of concern. I smile softly as I graciously accept his water container. His other arm returns to its previous position. I happily drink from his water container.

“Honestly, you really are a handful. Here I thought I’d be able to live a quiet, peaceful life with minimal inconveniences. Instead I’m in the desert with the love of my life as they complain about being hot every two minutes.” Alhaitham’s words are as affectionate as much as they are chastising.

“Listen, ‘Haitham I… wait.. love of your life?” I inquire. My eyes desperately search his, and my heart pounds painfully in my chest. The air leaves my lungs at the implication of his words. I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t told me that he loves me before, but.. even with all of my whining and complaining.. he still..

His beautiful mesmerizing orbs meet mine head on. His gaze softens as he looks at me. He slowly stops moving forward, and my heart jolts once more as he leans into me. The way his soft lips mold with mine makes this entire trek through the desert worth it.

His lips curve into a delightful smile as we slowly part from each other. “Do you need me to repeat myself? I will do so as many times as you need me to. Although you’ll have to keep your mouth shut for me to do that.” My face feels warm, and a bead of sweat slowly runs down my face as I look at him.

His expression remains one of pure love as he returns my gaze. He uses his hand to wipe the sweat from my face. “You’re the love of my life. There’s no one else I want to spend my life with. You can try to be as annoying as you can possibly be, and I’ll continue to love and adore you through it all. ..Would you look at that. We’re here.” Alhaitham’s words are stated matter of factly, like they aren’t a heartfelt proclamation of his love for me.

He doesn’t set me down; he walks inside with me still in his arms

“This shouldn’t take long. I work fast. Use this time to cool off. We’ll make it back by twilight.” With that, Alhaitham sets me down on a chair. He pulls another one over to sit beside me. He wastes no time in getting to work.

I lean my head on his shoulder as my finger languidly traces shapes on his thigh. I blatantly stare at his face to admire his handsome features, including the small smile on his lips. 

He lifts his free hand to reach down towards my hand on his thigh. My eyes curiously follow the course of his hand. As his fingers interlace with mine, euphoria welcomes me into its loving arms. 

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Now That Your Rose is in Bloom

happy day 2 of @sjmromanceweek everyone! Elucien won in my poll so I had to make sure to get to them <3 title from Seal's Kiss From A Rose for... obvious reasons haha.

it's been a long, long time since I've written Elucien so apologies in advance if this is ooc or what have you. but I hope y'all enjoy!!

Summary: Lucien buys Elain a bouquet of flowers for each year they've been together.

Word Count: 2,385

Read on AO3 here!

♡♡♡♡♡ Elain

Valentine’s Day dawned bright and early in the Archeron-Vanserra townhouse, and Elain groaned as the sound of Lucien’s alarm woke her up. She didn’t have to be up for at least another hour, but he had to be at work by eight instead of nine today, hence her sleep being interrupted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Munchkin,” Elain heard Lucien say. She mumbled something incoherent back and fell asleep to the sound of his low laughter, snuggling further into the pillows as he quietly got ready for work.

When she woke up again, Lucien was already gone for the day. Elain didn’t fully wake up until she was five minutes into her shower, and the only thing keeping her going was the promise she’d made to herself that coffee was coming soon. Once she was moisturized and her skincare routine was done, she put on a pink sweater to be festive. She loved big holidays like Valentine’s Day, but she was also a grad student. There was only so much energy she could spare, especially when she knew she’d need it for whatever Lucien had planned for today.

Elain and Lucien had been dating for just over five years now, and around their second year together, Lucien had come up with a little tradition for Valentine’s Day: one bouquet of flowers for every year they’d been together. It hadn’t been so bad in the early days of their relationship, but now that they lived together and were talking about spending the rest of their lives together, things had gotten a little… out of hand. 

Lucien had never missed a birthday, anniversary, or Valentine’s Day, and he clearly wasn’t going to start now. There was a modest bouquet waiting for Elain when she walked downstairs to make herself some breakfast, a mix of pink, red, and white flowers brightening up their counter as they waited to be noticed.

Even though she’d known it was coming, that didn’t stop Elain from smiling as she read the little card waiting beside the vase. This one had a gnome on the front and said Valentine, there’s gnome-one like you!

She laughed as she opened the card to reveal Lucien’s familiar, prep-school handwriting. Happy Valentine’s Day, Elain, he’d written. I love you more than I can possibly explain. Yours, Lucien.

“Always the romantic,” Elain murmured fondly to herself. She gently placed the card back in its original spot and snapped a quick picture before opening up a new text to her boyfriend.

Elain Archeron, 7:57 AM

[Attachment: 1 Image] Stop trying to one-up me so early in the day, Lucien!

Lucien Vanserra, 7:58 AM

Why, is it working? ;-)

Elain snorted and put her phone away, focusing on getting through the rest of her morning routine instead of going back and forth with him. She had a quick breakfast, packed her lunch, and made it out the door on time for once. There thankfully wasn’t a lot of traffic for once, and she got lucky while looking for parking, so by the time she strolled into the biology building it was shaping up to be a wonderful day.

“Hey Elain,” Nuala, one of the other grad students in Elain’s program, greeted her as she walked into the graduate office. She and her twin were both students here, though Cerridwen hadn’t yet made an appearance yet. “There’s a delivery waiting for you at your desk.”

“Thanks,” Elain replied. She made a quick pit stop at the fridge to drop off her lunch before circling back to her desk, her jaw dropping at the bouquet waiting for her. “Oh my God.”

“Lucien strikes again?” Cerridwen asked from behind Elain, finally making her appearance this morning. She walked over to Elain’s desk and made appropriately impressed noises at the bouquet and accompanying card. “Wow. He’s really not playing around this year.”

“He’s ridiculous,” Elain answered. Judging from the sound of the twins’ chuckles, neither of them quite believed her. “He does this every year!”

“Trust me, we know,” Nuala responded with another laugh. “How do you think he gets them past security?”

“By batting his eyelashes and flirting with whoever’s at the front desk,” Elain fired back without missing a beat. “We’ve been together a long time. Trust me, I know all of his tricks.”

“No wonder he got so good at them,” Cerridwen teased. She winked at Elain before heading back over to her desk, her long, dark braids swinging behind her as she did. “Guess you two got in a lot of practice!”

Once Cerridwen left for her desk, Nuala wasn’t far behind. Elain let the sounds of the rest of the biology department trickling in fade into background noise as she reached for her second card of the day, this one with a picture of an orange cat on the front. The caption read, You had me at meow!

Elain flipped open the card to reveal another few lines of Lucien’s handwriting. You’re purrr-fect for me, Elain. Love, Lucien.

Elain Archeron, 9:13 AM

[Attachment: 1 Image] It’s barely 9 am!!!

Lucien Vanserra, 9:14 AM

What can I say? You’re all that I knead 😻

Elain shook her head fondly before she pulled up her schedule for today, looking forward to TAing classes and working on her own research. She responded to a few emails and set some reminders for herself before grabbing her backpack and heading upstairs for her first class of the day, and by the time she made it back downstairs to the grad office for lunch, there was yet another bouquet waiting for her at her desk.

“He’s really stepping it up this year,” Cerridwen said once Elain got back to her desk, already nodding with approval. Nuala wasn’t in the office, so it was just the two of them for now, a reversal of this morning when Elain had first arrived. “Two bouquets in one day? Sheesh.”

“You know he does one for every year we’ve been together,” Elain replied, smiling as she gently brushed her fingers across the pink and white peonies. “I have two bouquets to go before I’m done for the day.”

“You did tell me that.” Cerridwen sighed wistfully from her desk. “Does he have any sisters?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Elain answered. “He’s one of seven boys, if you can believe it.”

“Jesus. His poor mother.”

“You can say that again.”

They fell into comfortable silence after that, Cerridwen going back to whatever she was working on while Elain reached for the card. This one was science-themed and pulled a soft laugh out of her the second she read it; the front had a molecule on the front and said, We’ve got a strong bond!

Happy Valentine’s Day, (almost) Dr. Archeron, Lucien had written. We’ve got some awesome chemistry!

Elain pulled out her phone to take another picture and sent it to Lucien immediately.

Elain Archeron, 12:23 PM

[Attachment: 1 Image] I’m not a chemist, you dork

Lucien Vanserra, 12:25 PM

Doesn’t matter

You should change your name to Enzyme the way you make me react

Elain rolled her eyes, quickly taking another picture — this time, of herself looking annoyed — before sending it over to him. He’d made that joke every single time Elain reminded him that she was in a biology program, not a chemistry one, but it didn’t stop him from making it anyway.

Elain Archeron, 12:26 PM

[Attachment: 1 Image] Can you feel my disappointment.

Lucien Vanserra, 12:28 PM

I’d much rather feel something else 😈

Elain hoped no one had seen her choke on her leftover spaghetti and meatballs as she read her boyfriend’s text. Cheeks pink, she quickly texted him back while trying not to die getting her food to go down the right pipe.

Elain Archeron, 12:29 PM

Don’t start with me I have office hours at 1!! Let me enjoy my lunch in peace you scoundrel

Lucien Vanserra, 12:30 PM

That’s 30 minutes from now, Elain Don’t be like that

Elain Archeron, 12:30 PM

GOODBYE, Lucien

Lucien just sent back a series of laughing emojis, so Elain rolled her eyes and went back to finishing her lunch in relative peace. Once her break was over, it seemed like the rest of the day flew by, between meeting with a few students for office hours, working on a study guide to distribute to her sections, and grading some quizzes she’d meant to finish last week.

Elain startled as someone knocked on her desk, looking up to find Cerridwen fixing her with a look. “Elain, get out of here already.”

“I’m almost done, I promise,” Elain replied. A quick glance at the time showed it was already 4:30, and if she wanted to get home in time to bake Lucien something sweet, she knew she needed to get a move on. “I just have a few left—”

“Come on, you know Thesan won’t care,” Cerridwen insisted. Thesan was one of the professors they both worked with, and he was well known for his more relaxed vibe in the biology department. “Just finish them up tomorrow and come on already.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Elain agreed, holding her hands up in surrender. “Twist my arm.”

Cerridwen waited for Elain to finish packing up her things, and then the two of them were off to the garage. With Cerridwen’s help, they managed to get the two bouquets to Elain’s car without dropping anything, which was a minor miracle as far as Elain was concerned. Once they got off the elevator onto Elain’s floor, Elain somehow got her keys out without jostling anything too badly, and she almost didn’t notice the bouquet of red roses already inside until Cerridwen made a surprised noise.

“Oh my God,” Elain said incredulously once she noticed there was somehow another bouquet inside her car. “That sneaky motherfucker!”

Cerridwen gently laid the bouquet she was holding down on the backseat while Elain went to investigate the roses in the passenger seat. “He’s smooth as hell, I’ll give him that.”

“He’s ridiculous is what he is,” Elain replied, laughing off her surprise. “How did he even know where I parked!”

“He probably drove around looking for your car,” Cerridwen suggested. “Now that’s a keeper.”

“That he is,” Elain agreed. There wasn’t a card to go with this one, so Elain shrugged and put the rest of her stuff in the backseat with the other two bouquets. “You want me to give you a ride to your car?”

“No, I’m okay,” Cerridwen responded. She waggled her eyebrows as she added, “I don’t want to interrupt however you’re going to thank him when you get home.”

“Goodbye, Cerridwen,” Elain told her, ignoring the way Cerridwen was laughing at her pink cheeks. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Cerridwen was still laughing as she turned and started walking back toward the elevator. “See you tomorrow, Elain. Enjoy your V-Day!”

Elain managed to make it home in one piece, and thankfully no other surprises were waiting for her when she got through the door. She had to make two trips to carry the ridiculous amount of flowers Lucien had gotten her inside, and since the stems had already been cut, she made quick work of finding vases to put them all in.

From there, she got started on dinner and dessert. Lucien may have been a sneaky wizard when it came to leaving her flowers, but Elain was a true mastermind when it came to the kitchen. She’d been planning this meal for at least two weeks, and it felt good to finally put her plans into action. She poured a lot of love into her Marry Me chicken — aptly named, if you asked her — but the real star of the show was the lava cakes she was making from scratch. She’d been secretly testing the recipe out and she prayed tonight wasn’t going to be the night things went wrong.

Of course it wasn’t. She was just that good.

By the time Elain looked up at the time, she realized Lucien was probably going to be home in the next couple of minutes, so she ran to the bathroom to quickly freshen up. She made it downstairs just in time to see the lock turning in the door, and even though she’d long since gotten used to the sight of her boyfriend coming home, it still sent a happy little shiver up her spine every time he came home to her.

“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” Elain called out the second Lucien got through the front door. Lucien was waiting for her with a final bouquet, the sheer amount of roses stuffed into this one making it a little difficult to see his handsome face over the tops of the flowers. “Lucien!”

“My love knows no bounds, Elain,” Lucien said back, setting the frankly ridiculous bouquet down on the coffee table so he could wrap her up in a warm embrace instead. “Mhmm, I missed you today. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” she replied. Her voice was a little muffled from where her face was pressed against his chest, but neither of them minded. “How the hell did you get flowers into my car?”

“A gentleman never reveals his secrets,” he answered, pulling away so he could steal a kiss instead. He tasted like chocolate, and she hoped it was a sign he’d enjoy his dessert tonight. “But if you must know… I took the emergency key and drove around looking for where you parked.”

“Of course you did,” she responded, shaking her head fondly. She reached onto her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, savoring the way his eyes crinkled around the edges as she did. “Come on, Mr. Romantic. I made us dinner and dessert.”

“It smells amazing in here,” he told her. He was still holding onto her, one of his warm hands sliding under the hem of her sweater to touch the small of her back, and suddenly she wasn’t quite thinking about the same kind of dessert. “Can I send my compliments to the chef?”

Their food was a little cold by the time they made it to the table, but that was alright. Elain wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither would Lucien.

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[sleepyelliee]

1914 Jack Marston x reader.

before you proceed !

FEM READER, mentioned alcohol since it's set in a saloon, you're sneaking hanging out with jack. you're a rich girl who is supposedly 'sleeping' at the moment...

a little OOC? he is drunk, pure fluff! you and Jack are already dating...friends. lmk if I should add anything else. Loosely proofread, a little drabble, lmk if you want this longer.

also, do you guys still fw jack? might stop writing about him since like nobody has interest in him or something. 😭😭

Normally, at 10:45 PM you would find yourself snuggled in your warm bed and on the verge of falling asleep, not in an outlaws arms as you both drank. Both of your parents spoke about being aware of who you were hanging out with but you swore you wouldn't mix yourself in people who were even considered as a bad influence.

There was an undying paranoia of anyone finding out about you and Jack. Your father was a successful business men and if anyone found out that the daughter of someone so successful is dating an outlaw, it would spiral your family reputation down.

But those thoughts swiftly vanished as you felt the whiskey burn your throat with each shot your boyfriend poured for you, encouraging you to let go for a moment and not to be so uptight - he would claim.

His arm was around your waist protectively as he would mumble quiet flirtations in your ear as he would kiss behind your ear, cheek and shoulder as he hovered over you.

...

You really... Don't know how you managed to lean against a table with jack.. to pushing you against a bathroom sink as his arms were each side of the counter, trapping you between them.

"Jack...c'mon.." You tried to reason with your boyfriend as you were covered with his kisses — cheeks, forehead, neck and lips. You never thought that Jack would've been a clingy drunk but there is a lot of stuff you didn't know about the gunslinger that was all over you.

"Oh, did you get...er.." Jack trailed off as his lips found yours before pulling away from the kiss and continued, "Are you wearin' a new lipstick?" His words were all a incoherent mess, ignoring the words you spoke to him beforehand as he held you close.

A sigh escaped your lips, "What does the lipstick I wear have to do with being pressed against a damn sink counter..." You grumbled before you get cut off with another kiss to your cheek. A part of you wanted to remind him that you needed to go home since it was nearing midnight but you couldn't say no to getting his kisses that you tried to deny of liking.

...

Later that night, you snuck back into your room as you helped Jack get through the small window of your room, silently helping him get into your bed because you know he will have the worst headache of his life the next morning.

The couple minutes of struggling to pull your drunk boyfriend through the window and make him lay down on the bed felt all worth it as his arms wrapped around you and pressed you tightly to his chest.

Since your room was halls down from your parents, the commotion was silent to them which eased off the worry in your mind, allowing you to get a good nights sleep as your head was resting on the outlaw's chest.

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"so you two know each other...?" skylor asked with a confused undertone underlining her hesitant words, but her voice was almost distant and muted in the background when it tried to reach either of your ears. she shared a short glance with the others before looking back at the both of you. 

    lloyd shuttered a small noise that vaguely sounded like a gasp crossed with some soft animal-like noise before quickly gathering you up in his arms, lifting you up slightly from the ground and hugging you as tight as he could. it was almost like a fantasy how familiar you felt, feeling you wrap your own arms around his neck and laughing heartily at his giddiness. warmth eloped over your body, a revelation of buried sadness unsurfaced in a singular moment of feeling an old, familiar happiness wrapping its, or in this case, his arms around you. he sighed dreamily before reluctantly letting you stand on your own weight. with soft green eyes delicate as ever, he hugged you once more just to make sure you were real and with him right now.

  you stared soft-eyed with a childlike excitement, "puberty's treated you well," you mentioned while taking in his appearance —much alike one of the idols your friend was a fan of, jungkook was his name you believed,— but he still had his baby face that never held much menace or threat to it. you internally thanked the first spinjitzu master when you realised he didn't have that bowl cut he had, though you've become fond of the cute disaster his hair was.

  lloyd's heats up slightly at your comment, choosing to glare weightlessly at you, like he always did —damn if anything you miss that cute pout and furrowed eyebrows making him all the more harmless. "you look good too." he internal cringes at his wording on that reply, and hells did he miss the way you chuckle at his badly timed bad remarks, ones he managed to only have with you around.

  "a-HEM." someone cleared their throat in a successful attempt to draw your attention to the elephant in the room. "what?" you stare back at your cousin's blank one. "you know each other?" jay repeats skylor's question with a slightly raised brow, watching curiously, partially hanging off the couch. 

  "uh– i don't know what you mean.. we don't," lloyd answered with a face as confused as jay's, and a voice completely sarcastic. he frowned childishly with an arm of his snaking its way over your shoulder. "yeah, what d'ya say?" you backup your friend, despite lending against him to further prove it as sarcasm. "damn you man," jay cursed while turning away and sliding down on the couch and huffing softly. nya sighed at her boyfriend before correcting him, "how, how do you know each other?" she laid a hand to ruffle his hair, humming accompanied by a love smitten smile when the boy almost purred at her affection.

  "oh! we're childhood friends! best friends?" despite the fact he mumbled the last part to himself, lloyd answered gleefully with the arm wrapped itself around your shoulder pulling you closer. the blond had that very bright smile on his face that made you cringe and made you want to shield your eyes from the light. was he always so bright? you tuned out the explanation he gave to shortly admire his smile before you snapped back into reality. 

but with the way the two you spoke so fondly of and with each other simultaneously made the others think of couples so close to each other. with surprisingly the soft, warm looks back and forth when one of you wasn't looking; to the way the both of you so quickly got wrapped up in your own incoherent little conversations. lloyd at multiple points stopped solely to focus on you, and specifically you —doubting he actually heard a word you said during that time. you were no better, softly rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb before you began to fiddle and play with it like his hand was the most endearing thing you stumbled across —also doubting you paid any mind to him during that moment. the fond glances in your eyes were reminiscent of the ones they all sent to their partners. 

cole nudged kai's shoulder with his knee, smiling with a half grin at both of your obliviousness before they both half-laughed softly with jay upon seeing his own amusement (and defeat).

nya had kept a deadpan look on her face at the display in front of her, and she thought jay was obvious. she sighed quietly, leaning forward to put her chin on jay's shoulder and glancing towards where her boyfriend's attention was. she glanced back to where you and lloyd were before looking back to kai and cole, shaking her head softly before joining in their laughter.

the nindroids kept the conversation between the duo of you and the green clad boy going, a slight glint of amusement in pixal's eyes was fairly noticeable to the rest of them. she was subtly sharing looks of equal concern and disbelief with kai. however zane, on the other hand, seemed to not catch onto the whole joke, opting to stay mostly neutral nor did he really share glances with anyone. but oh boy, was this entertainment for him.

the only person (barely) not having it was skylor, of course, she found the fact you two were obviously flirting hilarious considering it's been a good decade since you last met. but the mere thought of the fact made her cringe internally at how bad her romance (though her rizz was quite literally on fire) was. lil' greenie over here managed to pull her cousin almost instantly. sometimes she regretted wanting to stay single.

throughout the whole time, each one of them shared a moment of utter amusement with every person but the two of you. lloyd noticed the quick, knowing looks between everyone but chose to stay quiet over it before returning to the conversation at hand. but fsm, did he feel a little dumber than he'd admit.

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