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[rafescurtainbangz]

Rafe Cameron One Shot +18

Minor DNI

Sorry @shy-micchele I had to reupload because I deleted the original post on accident 🫣 sorry I’m so painfully new to this.

Thank you for your ask! Taking requests 💕✨🫶 (Rafe, JJ, Munson, Hargrove, Harrington, and Gator Tillman)

Rafe x female reader

Needy/sunshine reader hears her boyfriend’s friends complaining about her being needy/clingy. He doesn’t deny it. Reader ignores him until they get home. Mean Rafe with a fluffy ending. Smut 🤭

Warnings: smut, language, name calling

Fingering, unprotected p in v, pet names, choking, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink

Lightly edited

Enjoy! 💕✨🫶

Y/N’s POV:

"Hi, Mr. Lewiston," you sing, giving a little finger wave as his golf cart rolls up.

"Where's Rafe, sunshine?" He smiles, tobacco smoke pouring from his lips as his cart wads to a stop.

"Clubhouse. He's been in there forever, though." you sigh as you look up at the pro shop, your boyfriend, nowhere to be found.

"Want me to holler at him, darlin'? No reason a sweet thing like you should ever be alone."

Your disappointment must be painted across your face. What is he doing?

It's been like ten minutes. How hard could it be to get a few beers?

“Thank you, Mr. Lewiston, but I think I'll just check on him myself.”

You step out of the cart, adjusting your little golf skirt on your hips, ponytail bouncing as you walk toward the lodge.

You bite your lip, butterflies filling your stomach as you see Rafe walk by the open door, a broad smile on his lips. He falls out of sight a moment later. You can hear some laughter coming from inside as well. Topper? Kelce? Why wouldn't he call me if our friends were here?

You foot toward the door, stopping in your tracks as you hear your name on Topper's lips, jumbled in a mess of incoherent gossip.

"She's hot as fuck; but, she's gotta be suffocating you, dude," Kelce adds through a snicker. “Suprised she's not in the clubhouse right now. How is she managing without her Rafey Baby?" Sure, they're teasing Rafe, but you can tell they mean every word.

You peek around the door, watching Rafe roll his eyes and smile in silent agreement.

"Tell me that pussy's worth it." Topper adds. "It's gotta be worth it, Cameron."

"Course it's worth it," he mumbles. You can hear the exhaustion in his tone.

‘It's’? He couldn't even say 'she's’.

Why isn't he defending me?

"We're going out for drinks and cigars tonight... You in? Or, is your old ball and chain not gonna let you out of her sight?" Topper bullies.

"M'goin" Alright?" He sighs. "I'm sure that'll be a fun conversation," he mumbles before taking a swig of beer. "Sure your girlfriends don't wanna come? You could save me the hassle."

No.

Your heart breaks, tears building in your eyes as you hear the words uttered so easily by Rafe like he does it often. Rafe's eyes flick to the door. You watch as his jaw coils, unsure if you heard or not.

You batt your lashes as you wander past the door, heading toward the bathroom. "Hey, guys," you push the words through your quivering lips, a fake smile stretched across your glossy pout. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you mouth to Rafe.

"Sounds good, baby," Rafe smiles, giving you a little nod, biting his lip slightly.

Tears leak from your eyes as you amble down the hall toward the locker room. You quickly brush them away, running your hands along your pink polo.

You walk into the bathroom, slamming the lock shut as your tears wet your cheeks. You look up to the ceiling, fighting further emotion, kicking yourself for getting so upset.

I'm so fucking embarrassed. I thought that he wanted to hang out with me, too; thought that his friends liked me... I can't help that I want to hang out with him. He's my boyfriend... He should feel the same way as me. Right?

You feel your anger start to build inside you, replacing your usually sunny disposition. Thank God he'll get to go out tonight. Get to hang out with the boys without me. Maybe he'll get to finally breathe.

Your hand trembles as you blot the tears from your eyes, taking a few deep breaths, freshening up for him.

Smile. Act normal. Stop being so fucking needy. You scold yourself as you step toward the door, tugging it open.

"Princess? What were you doin' in there?" You jump slightly; instantly met with Rafe. He cocks his head, eyes narrowing on yours. "You okay?"

“Course, Rafey. Just got something in my eye."

*******

The Camerons' House...

"So, you gonna talk to me or what?" Rafe snips as you pull into his driveway. You huff out a little breath, turning your attention in the other direction entirely. "Are you fuckin’ pouting right now?" He raises his voice, shifting in his seat to get a little closer.

You continue to ignore him, crossing your arms across your chest, biting your cheek to hold back yet another round of tears as his truck rolls to a stop. You grab the door handle, jarring it open as Rafe barks out your name.

"Leave me alone, Rafe," you pout, stepping out of his truck.

"Excuse me?"

Your heart starts to race as Rafe jumps out of his truck, slamming the door, making your whole body tense up. You don't wait for him, continuing toward the Camerons' home.

"No. No fucking way!" He booms, matching your gait quickly. His strong hand reaches out, nabbing your arm with a bruising grip. Rafe spins you around, gripping your chin between his fingers, forcing your gaze.

"Think you just told me to leave you alone. That right?"

"Yeah”. You whimper.

Rafe's eyes roll in irritation, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. "And, you're gonna leave me alone? You're not gonna be up my ass? You're needy as fuck. You think you could manage even an hour without me? Really? Please. You'd probably fuckin' die without my attention.”

You swallow thickly, clearing the lump in your throat, your tears rolling over Rafe's grip.

"Leave me alone, Rafe," you sniffle.

"Mmm... Mhmm. Whatever you say, Princess," he chuckles in annoyance, giving you a condescending pat on your cheek. He leaves you behind, striding toward the house. "See ya in five minutes, baby girl. I'm sure you can last that long," he taunts. "I believe in you, sweetheart."

You wait until the door swings to a close before you start your walk toward the door. I just need to keep myself busy...

You blow past Rafe, walking toward his room. I'll show him who needs who. You strip off your clothes, letting your skirt fall off your frame, landing in a puddle at your feet.

Rafe walks into his room as well, strolling toward the closet next to you, looking at you with a smirk on his lips as you try your best to resist the urge to look in his direction.

Let's see if he can resist me now. I know he can't. You tug your sports bra over your body, letting your breasts bounce free. Rafe expels a breathy laugh, shaking his head. His tongue glides along his bottom lip, ogling your naked body as you press the hangers to the side, picking out a little cropped white tee and flowy mini skirt.

Rafe pulls on his gym shorts, muscles flexing tight, waiting for you to gawk as you always do. You step into the floral number before pulling on your shirt brushing the material flat. No bra. It's completely intentional; the blush of your hardened nipples visible through the thin fabric; just a tease for him.

"Attention whore,” he mocks under his breath as you walk out the door without acknowledging him, heading toward the kitchen.

You stroll onto the cool marble floor, walking toward the fridge. A snack.. I'll just get a snack, waste some time while I think of something else to make him cave.

You grab the milk, setting it on the counter, before grabbing a couple of cookies. Rafe wanders into the living room not long after you, grabbing a seat on a bar stool before pulling out his phone; scrolling aimlessly.

Shit.

You look up at the cabinet, your cup on the top shelf. Pausing momentarily: just long enough for Rafe to see why your snack efforts came to a standstill.

"Grab me a cup while you're at it, Princess," he chuckles cruelly. Dick. You hike your thigh up on the granite, pulling yourself on the counter.

"Baby st-" Rafe cuts himself off, finding himself falling into your little unplanned trap.

You stand up, grabbing your cup only, making it a point to let the cupboard door clap to a close. You step back, a little too far, way too fucking far. Your heart skips a beat as you wobble.

A wave of relief crashes over you as you feel two hands steadying you, your favorite mug slipping from your fingers a moment later, shattering on the floor below.

Rafe grabs you by your waist, lifting you off the counter; setting you on the floor.

"Get a fuckin' broom," he grunts as he gives you a little shove toward the pantry, his boat shoes crunching through the ceramic shards as he walks away.

Hot tears trickle from your eyes, cheeks reddened with embarrassment. You pull out the little hand broom, walking shamefully to your mess, lowering yourself to your knees. You brush the scraps off the floor, trying your best not to sob.

You hear a deep, laborious breath behind you. Rafe reaches for you, pulling you from the floor into his arms. He holds you tightly, lips resting against your head.

"It's okay, honey. You're okay. Alright." he soothes. He kisses your hair, working his way to your cheek. He cups them in his large hands, a very different touch than before. His beautiful blue eyes match yours. You can see the remorse brimming in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, Princess.”

Your lip juts out in a pout. "M'sorry I'm so needy, Rafe," you whimper. "I'm sorry I'm suffocating.”

"You're not, honey. I mean, you are a little," he laughs lightly, smiling at you sweetly. "But, I like it, baby. I need it. Alright?" Rafe's hands roam slowly down your back, cupping your ass in his hands. I don't want you to change."

"Just love you so much," you add: cheeks blushing as you hear how pathetic you sound.

"I love you too, honey. And, I already told 'em I couldn't go tonight. Said I wanted to stay in. Me... Okay? Didn't blame it on you."

"Thank you," you smile.

"Anything for you, baby," He leans in, kissing your lips tenderly. "Didn't know I needed you so much until you started ignoring me. Don't do that shit again. Understand?" He scolds playfully before kissing your forehead.

“I understand." you whisper.

“Now, co'mere,” he mumbles, lifting you into his arms; walking you toward the counter. "Don't move. It’s not safe." Rafe snags the brush off the counter, working to his knees, brushing up your mess.

He tosses the remnants in the trash, shuffling toward you, licking his lips his eyes hungry for you as he eyes your tits, drifting slowly to your eyes.

"You're so sexy, Princess,” he praises. His hands take a hold of your knees, spreading your thighs wide, stepping in between.

"You... You are so fucking hot, Rafey." you hail. He moves even closer, one hand knitting into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip.

"Topper and Kelce just don't know a good thing when they see it. Okay?" He assures as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.

"Okay, daddy."

"Love when you call me daddy," he hums. You let out a little gasp as he thrusts two fingers into your sticky folds.

You finger the waistband of his gym shorts. He tugs them quickly off his body. "Here?" You giggle dizzily.

"No one's here. Just you and me," he assures, drawing your shirt over your head. You grip his thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip. *You heard everything. Didn't you?"

"Mhmm.."

"M'sorry. Shoulda stood up for you. Shoulda kicked Topper's ass for talkin' shit in the first place. This pussy is more than worth it. You are more than worth it,” he rasps. "My fuckin' girl,” he mumbles against your lips. His voice is deep and thick with sex, pumping and scissoring his fingers.

"Need your cock right now," you beg.

Rafe smiles against your mouth, digits pressing deep inside. He gets to work, quickening the speed of his hands, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. "Gonna get you with my hand first. Yeah? Think you can wait for my cock, baby girl?"

"Yeah,” you whine, but you can't help but stare at Rafe's cock. His fat head throbbing, a slight curve that hits your g-spot just right. You grind against his hand, thinking about him deep inside.

You're a moaning mess in his arms, crying out in pleasure as your knuckles turn white from your grip on the lip of the counter. "Gonna cum," you moan, your cry of passion music to his ears as he pulls out your orgasm with no intent to stop as he thrusts his thick cock into your drenched pussy.

"S-Shit,” you whimper, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tanned skin as he stretches you out.

Rafe lifts you off the counter, taking you into his arms. His eyes fall down your naked frame, taking in your curves. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect; Rafe's thick cock still sheathed deep.

"Love bein' inside you..." He moans; forcing himself as deep as possible, making you puff out a breath as you sink lower on his dick.

"I love your cock. S-Shit," you shudder.

"Show me, sweetheart," he rasps, drawing out of your cunt, reeling you around before bending you over the counter, thrusting back into your aching core.

"Fuck, Rafe!" You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of the counter; his hands steady your hips, clawing into the plush of your ass.

You bounce your ass on his cock; cheeks clapping against his warm skin. Ass recoiling with each slap of his muscular body against yours.

"Mine. Fuck, Rafe. This cock is mine," you moan out. Feeling him hit depths that make your knees buckle as he chuckles darkly, no doubt a satisfied smile on his lips as he watches you go weak on his dick.

"That's right, sweetheart. All yours. Gonna breed this perfect pussy.” He mumbles through panting breaths. "You're all mine, honey. Not goin' anywhere." His hand clasps your shoulder, the other latched on your hip, pounding into you.

"Don't stop!"

"Mmm... Cum for me, baby.”

You squeal his name as you gush around his cock; your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing.

"You and me," he pants, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest. One hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other arm binds around your waist.

"You and me," you mewl.

Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. "Gonna be drippin' out of you for days."

"Rafe, I-" You pant. "I need you closer."

"I got you, honey." He grips your hips tightly. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal gathered on his shaft. Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in.

He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle, making tears fall from your eyes. You're overstimulated; absolute putty in his arms.

You can't even form words; all thoughts in your mind shut off, but Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. His smell, his touch, his taste; the way he fucks; the way he looks at you...

"I love you, honey," he hums.

"Love you - I love you."

"You're squeezing me so tight, baby... Think you could cum for me again?" He whispers against your ear, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating through his large home. "Could you, baby?" Rafe does it again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter.

You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk.

"That's my girl. That's it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock," Rafe moans, setting the perfect pace, hitting your g-spot again and again.

"Cum with me?" You plead, lips parting with his as you watch him fall into bliss as well. Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe answers with yours, flooding you with his warmth. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his release.

Rafe's forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. He lets out a deep, satisfied breath before meeting your lips. "Snuggle? That's what you want. Don't you?" He mumbles between kisses.

"Yes, Rafey."

"Me too, Princess."

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[livyjh]

Hey! I have the following request please...

Reader (shy and inexperienced) is enjoying a night out with friends. They end up discussing all the eligible men in Jackson and a tipsy Reader confesses she has a crush on older man Joel and lists, in explicit detail, all the things she'd like to do to him. Little does she know, Joel is within hearing distance. When he reveals his presence to the group, he has a little fun teasing an embarrassed Reader. A couple of days later when Reader is sober, Joel (having a crush on her too) confronts her and says he's up for everything she wanted to do with him.

Hope that inspires you! Thanks and have a good day! 😊

ANON. I LOVED THIS IDEA. THANK YOU!!!! Have a fantastic day 💕 and enjoy!

Crazy On You

Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 3k

Warnings: all the smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it!), pull out method (don’t do this), oral sex (f and m receiving), reader gets called fem gendered terms, filler OCs, drinking alcohol.

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“Alexander. He’s good looking.” Your friend, Samantha, speaks up to your small group at a table inside the Tipsy Bison.

“Oh, I agree.” Your other friend, Olivia, chimes in.

“How old is he? Like 22?” You ask the two other girls.

“Yeah. So?” Samantha raises a brow.

“You guys don’t want someone a little older? More mature?” You ask, sipping your fruity cocktail.

“Like who, Tommy?” Olivia asks.

“I mean, I dunno.” You shrug. “Or uh, his brother.” You giggle a little, really feeling the alcohol now.

“Joel?” Samantha and Olivia look at each other.

You nod, slurping down the rest of your drink. “Yeah… what? What’s so wrong with that?”

“He’s like, kinda old, Y/n.” Olivia laughs.

“N- no he isn’t. He’s not that old.” You defend yourself. “Besides, age doesn’t matter when you are that fucking attractive.”

Samantha and Olivia nod. “Okay true.” Samantha agrees.

“God, the things I would do to that man.” Your eyes flutter closed for a moment before you’re brought back to reality by Olivia’s voice.

“Like, what? Come on, we all know you’re… innocent.” She says the last word quietly.

“So? I’ve seen porn. And I’m not a virgin. I know what I like. Just because I don’t have a ton of experience doesn’t mean there aren’t things I would pay to have that man do with me.” You waggle your eyebrows.

Samantha glances behind you for a moment and then meets your eyes again. “Spill. Tell us.”

“Well,” you start. “I mean the obvious answer is I want to ride his dick. Which I’m sure is huge.”

Samantha and Olivia giggle drunkenly.

“I would suck his soul out through that cock. He wouldn’t know what hit him.” You bite your lip thinking about it.

You hear a chair shift behind you but continue talking anyways. “God, and I would-“ you lean in a little. “I would ride his face. So hard. That nose on my clit? Yes, please.”

Samantha and Olivia both have their eyes on a spot behind you and above your head now.

“Are you guys even listening?” You ask, turning around to see what they’re staring at when you’re startled by the closeness of a broad chest in a dark green flannel shirt. You look up and meet the man’s eyes.

“J- Joel-!” You laugh, surprised and utterly embarrassed. Did he hear any of that?

“Hello, ladies.” Joel smiles down at you and then your friends. “How ‘bout I get the next round?”

Samantha and Olivia nod while you stumble over your words. “Y- you don’t- I mean, we’re- you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Joel winks at you and sits in the empty stool next to you.

“Okay.” You blush something fierce when his knee bumps yours.

Joel waves over to the bartender and points his fingers to your glasses on the table. The bartender nods and starts making more drinks.

“Thank you, Joel.” Olivia looks at you with a knowing smirk.

You widen your eyes at Olivia, trying to send the signal that she needs to shut up.

“My pleasure.” Joel smiles.

“Yeah, thank you.” Samantha adds.

“Thanks.” You smile at him.

The bartender interrupts your eye contact with Joel, “Here ya go, folks.” He smiles and sets down four drinks, one for each of you.

“What are you ladies drinking tonight?” Joel looks around at the three of you.

“Gin and tonic.” Olivia and Samantha say in unison.

The gears in your head are turning especially slow as you stare at Joel’s lips. “And you, Y/n?” He asks.

“Uh, dirty Shirley.” You smile softly and focus your eyes on his once more.

“So, you like it dirty.” Joel says, just loud enough for the table to hear.

Your cheeks burn warmer at that and Samantha and Olivia look at each other, holding back little snickers.

You gulp loudly and you can’t help but look at Joel’s lips again, warmth spreading through your lower stomach.

He smirks at you with that goddamn beautiful face of his, his eyes searching your face.

Olivia and Samantha try to both play wingman for you. Olivia speaking first. “She’s full of surprises.”

“Is that right?” Joel teases, knee rubbing against yours gently.

Samantha nods. “You should’ve heard what she was saying like two minutes ago, she-“

“Samantha.” You scold her with a whisper.

“Oh, it’s okay. I heard.” Joel sips the last of his whiskey before getting up and smiling at Olivia and Samantha, then at you for a little longer. “Have a nice night, ladies.” He winks at you and then he’s leaving.

“Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands.

“Oh my god!!” Olivia whisper-yells.

“He’s totally into you.” Samantha pulls your hands away from your face.

“Oh for sure.” Olivia agrees.

“You guys suck.” You roll your eyes. “You knew he was behind me the whole time, didn’t you?”

“Uh… no?” Samantha tries to lie and fails miserably.

“I’m too drunk for this. I need to go home.” You slur.

“Alright, let’s get her home.” Samantha and Olivia stand and you walk around the table, putting an arm around each of their shoulders. They each put an arm around you and help you walk home.

***

A few days later, you’re walking through the community garden, hoping to get some fresh carrots for dinner. That’s when you see him.

Joel.

“Hey.” He waves to you from a few plots over before walking up to you.

“Hi.” You smile shyly, remembering the other night far too vividly.

“Hopefully you weren’t too hung over after the other night.” He laughs softly.

“About that, I-“

“If you’re gonna apologize, don’t, honey.” He gives you a devilish grin.

You look at him, a little shocked when he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I think those were all great ideas. I’d be happy to try ‘em.”

You feel your face get warm as he pulls back just enough to look at you. You nod with a smile. “My place or yours?”

“Surprise me.” Joel grabs your free hand and you start walking the both of you to your house.

You toss the carrots down on the front porch, to be worried about later. It wasn’t too hot or cold out so they should be fine.

You unlock your house, feeling Joel’s body so close behind yours that it’s causing you to get wet.

Once inside, Joel shuts the door and pushes you up against it by the hips, both his hands on you.

You whimper at the sudden contact, looking up at him through your lashes. He ducks down to kiss you, moving so slow you thought you were gonna die if he didn’t hurry up.

Finally, his lips meet yours in a heated kiss. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and bites softly. You moan into his mouth as you reach up to start unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulls back just enough to speak, “How would you like to start, baby girl?”

You shiver with pleasure at the nickname as his hands dip under your shirt to feel the soft skin of your stomach. “I-“ you lick your lips, suddenly feeling sheepish. “I don’t know. I’m- I’m not a virgin but, but I haven’t… there’s not a lot…”

“S’okay, doll. I’ll take the reins.” He smiles and kisses you again, eliciting a soft groan from you.

You lead him into the living room, the two of you working to get each other’s clothes off. First it was Joel’s shirt. Then yours. Then your bra. At that point, Joel had to pause the undressing to ravish your chest.

You’re both still standing, bare torsos against each other until he leans down and starts kissing your neck, hands around your back. You tilt your head back to give him more access. He sucks a mark into your collarbone and then he’s moving further down to press kisses all over your breasts.

He suddenly takes your right nipple into his mouth and you gasp, fingers of both hands tangling in his graying hair.

Once he gets his fill tasting your chest, he works on your jeans. He gets them off of you and then admires your panties. They’re not really that special, they’ve got a couple spots where the lace trim is starting to detach, but Joel finds them sexy nonetheless.

“Can I take these off too, sweetheart?” He asks, slowly hooking his fingers in your waistband.

You nod. “Yes.” You breathe the word as he slips the fabric down your legs. You step out of them, eyes focusing on the bulge in his pants. Jesus, yeah, he was big.

You reach forward, gently palming his erection. He grabs your wrist softly and pulls your hand away. “We’ll get to that… you said sum’ about riding my face?”

You blush deeply, biting your lip and nodding up at him.

“Sounds like a dream come true.�� He smirks and kisses your lips deeply. He then moves to lay down on the couch, pointing at his face. “Have a seat, darlin’.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Joel, I-“

“Uh-uh. Not gonna break me, pretty girl. Come on.” He waves you over.

You reach for the arm of the couch that’s above his head, moving one leg up over him and sitting on your knees, each one on the sides of his head. You were hovering, and that’s not what Joel told you to do.

He hooks his arms around your upper thighs and pulls you down until your pussy is resting against his face. You reach down with one hand and pull at his hair gently. “Joel, I’ve never- oh!”

Before you can tell him you’ve never actually tried riding someone’s face before, he starts kitten licking your clit.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp softly as his tongue moves up and down through your slit, collecting the wetness there and spreading it all around.

You looked down at him and saw that his nose was shining with your slick already, his tongue starting to push into you.

“Oh my god.” You whine as both his hands grab your ass and push you down against his face even harder.

There it is. His nose is pressed against your clit as he starts to eat you out like a starved man.

The hand of yours not in his hair was supporting you above him with the arm of the couch. You grip his hair harder and your hips involuntarily buck, making his nose rub your clit harder.

“F- fuck! Sorry.” You breathe, afraid you were hurting him.

“Baby girl…” he moves back to look up at you. He’s gorgeous, his nose and lips and beard are shining with your juices as he speaks. “I want you to use me. Use my face like it’s your toy. Promise you’re not gonna hurt me. Okay?”

You think about it for a second but then agree. “Okay.”

He mumbles a “good girl” against your vulva as he kisses it before he’s moving back down and pressing his nose against your clit and his tongue into your center.

You pull at his hair, starting to grind down on his face. His hands on your ass encourage you to move harder, faster.

You swear you’ve had to have broken his nose by now. But he wasn’t saying anything so you kept going, rolling your hips in rhythm with his tongue moving inside you.

Your release grew closer and closer the faster you went, his large nose rubbing against your bundle of nerves perfectly. “Joel-“ you whine. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Ohhh-“ you moan loudly as your orgasm hits you. You feel yourself release into his mouth and it surprises you. You’ve squirted once before but it was on your own fingers. Never with someone else.

You ride his face through your waves, his hands slowly releasing your ass cheeks as you slowed your hips. You use all your strength as your shaky legs lift you enough to see Joel’s face beneath you.

He’s got a shit eating grin on his face. “Baby, that… that’s exactly what I wanted you to do. You’re doin’ so good.”

You smile at him and move back until your wet cunt is rubbing over the tent in his jeans. He groans loudly, hips bucking up against yours. You move back a little more and then get off the couch, reaching down to undo his pants and pull them down.

“Sit up.” You smile at him and get on your knees on the floor.

He does as you tell him, sitting up and putting one of his legs on either side of you. His pants were around his ankles, the only thing in the way were his boxers.

“Show me?” You ask softly.

He nods, licking his lips as he lifts his hips and shimmies his boxers down. His hardness slaps up against his stomach, the head angry and leaking.

“Oh, fuck.” Your eyes widen as you help him get his boxers and pants completely off.

“What?” Joel asks, almost worried at your expression.

“Joel, that’s- that’s not gonna fit.” You look up at his face.

“It’ll fit.” He reassures you.

You shake your head a little. “I don’t think-“

“I’ll make it fit.” He growls.

You swallow thickly, feeling more wetness leak down your thighs. You nod in response and reach up, grabbing the base of his cock with your right hand.

He winces softly, happy to finally be touched. You sit up and put your arms on his thighs, leaning forward until your tongue is tasting his precum.

“Fuuuck.” Joel moans low in his chest, one hand moving up to your hair to grip it at the roots gently.

You swirl your tongue around the head before wrapping your lips around it and starting to suck gently.

He pulls your hair harder, signaling to you that what you were doing felt good. “S- such a good girl. Fuck. Know how long I’ve been wanting this?”

You hum a negative around his dick and it twitches in your mouth. “Long fuckin’ time. Since I first saw you. Knew I needed you.”

You whine around his cock, sucking him down further as you grip the base. What you can’t fit in your mouth, you stroke with your hand. Soon, you’re bobbing your head quickly, his hand in your hair helping to guide you up and down.

You’re almost choking on him, spit dribbling down onto your hand and down your chin as he starts to fuck your face.

“Fuck, Y/n. Got such a pretty mouth. Feels so good.” He grunts.

His cock starts to twitch, you taste more precum, and suddenly he’s pulling you off as he’s panting.

You lean forward, wanting to put your mouth on him again, but his hand pulls you back by the hair. “Wanna fuck that tight, little pussy before I cum.”

You whine at that and nod, releasing his cock as he releases your hair. He pats his thighs, “have a seat, baby girl.”

You lick your lips and get up, moving to straddle him. One of his hands finds your hip, the other guides himself to your entrance.

“Alright, baby. Go on.” He nods.

You slowly relax your thighs, sinking down onto his thick cock. You stop about halfway when you really feel the stretch.

“You can do it, honey. Know you can.” The hand on your hip moves up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath and continue to sheathe his cock with your pussy. You’re whining with each breath by the time he’s all the way inside of you.

“Fuck!” You clench around him involuntarily, making his dick twitch and tickle your g-spot.

“I’m not gonna l- last long.” You let out a shaky breath.

“S’okay, pretty girl. Me neither.” He admits. “So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you?”

“Y- yeah.” You moan softly, lifting yourself off him a couple inches before sinking back down with a whimper.

“Doin’ so good, baby.” He encourages you sweetly.

You surge forward and kiss him hard, whining against his lips as you lift up and move down once more. Your body is slowly getting used to him, and once the pain starts to fade, you know you’re done for.

You’re bouncing on him in no time, hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you fuck him with all you’ve got.

One of his hands is back on your hip, the other pinching and tweaking your right nipple.

“Fuck…” he groans as his hips meet Your with each thrust.

“Ohh… oh shit. Fuck. Joel!” You nearly scream his name as you cum all over his cock, velvet walls pulsing around him.

“Jesus. Look at you. Look s- so good.” Joel praises as you keep fucking yourself on him. You don’t slow down as your orgasm fades, wanting him to have just as satisfying of an orgasm.

“Where’d ya want me to…?”

“Inside. P- please.” You beg.

“Baby girl, can’t risk that.” He almost moans the words.

You clench around him. “Fuck.” You whimper. You know he’s right.

You pull off of him and quickly climb back down onto the floor, right hand wrapping around his cock, mouth sucking on the head, left hand finding his balls.

Both his hands grab the back of your head and he uses your mouth like he wants. You moan around him at the taste of yourself and that’s what finishes him off.

“Fuck.” He whimpers beautifully as he cums down your throat, cock and balls twitching in your hands.

You whine as you swallow him, loving the taste of his seed. It was heady and salty and it left you wanting more.

As his dick starts to soften you pull off and pull your hands back, moving to sit next to him on the couch.

You’re both breathing hard, his hand gently grabbing your thigh as you come down from your highs. You lean your head on his shoulder and he kisses your front hairline.

He hums happily. “Have any other good ideas?”

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Midnight kisses

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Jackson celebrates the New Year’s Eve, and you're thinking about finally confessing to your crush how much you like him. but Joel Miller, the object of your affections, might have other plans in mind. (based on this adorable request!!)

Tags: FLUFF my beloved 🥰, Joel is very flirty in this one, lots of crushinggg, just old sweet mutual pining (also they're both lovesick idiots)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk, jealousy, age difference

Word count: 5.4K

A/N: i had a lot of fun with this one 🥰 thank you so much once again for the request, dear, i hope you'll like what i came up with. (btw this was supposed to be a short fic but it seems i'm unable to write one 😔) still i hope yall will like it and as always, happy reading!! 💕

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The party was in a full swing.

You didn’t expect anything else from the Jackson community. Ever since you arrived here, you were astounded by the effort that the people living in this small town were making to create a life as normal and joyous as possible – for their children and themselves. And today, on New Year’s Eve, they outdid themselves. There was food, music and drinks – almost as if the apocalypse outside those walls never happened.

You were sitting by one of the tables, sipping on your beverage while you waited for your friend, Angie, to arrive. Dancing alone didn’t sound like an appealing idea, so while you waited for her, you opted for some people-watching – though if you were honest with yourself, it was more like ‘person-watching’.

Your eyes strayed to a figure on the opposite side of the room for like a twentieth time, but you couldn’t help it even if you wanted to. Because there stood a man who still, even after more than a year of knowing him, made the butterflies in your stomach take flight.

Joel Miller.

He looked really good in a clean flannel and fitting jeans, you conceded. His hair was slightly wet, like he washed it just before coming to the party, and combed a little to the back, making the silver strands in his hair and beard shine in the low lights. You found yourself unable to look away or get rid of that stupid grin on your face that lingered when Joel smiled lopsidedly at something his brother said. The muscles in his arm bulged when he lifted his glass to take a sip, and you watched the lines of his neck when his throat bobbed...

“You’re ogling,” murmured a voice next to your ear, and you jumped a little in surprise. Next to you stood Angie, smirking at you.

“Jesus, Angie.” You put your hand on your chest, your heart pounding rapidly. “A ’hello’ would be nice.”

Your friend knew, of course, about your massive crush on Joel Miller, and you thought more than a year of pining on your part would cause her to grow bored of all the jokes and teasing that she threw your way. Apparently, you were wrong.

“Hello,” she said, then sat down on the other chair and leaned closer to you with a wide smile. “You’re ogling. In a room full of people, may I add.”

“I’m not,” you murmured defensibly, but your face grew warm at the realization that she caught you. “How long have you been standing here, anyway?”

“Like half a minute. By the way, you’re also drooling.”

“I’m not!” you repeated, now in an irritated whisper. You knew you weren’t drooling, but still had to refrain yourself from wiping your mouth, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. “Stop making things up.”

“You should just go talk to him.” Angie casually nodded in Joel’s direction. “He didn’t come with a date, sooo…”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he’s waiting for someone.”

“Uh, duh!” Angie flicked you on the forehead, and you hissed. “For you to make a move. You can… oh, I know!” she bounced in her seat excitedly and clapped her hands. “Ask him to dance with you!”

You almost snorted. “Joel Miller dancing? Sure. He wouldn’t agree even if he did like me.”

“He does like you. Jesus, you flirt with each other all the time.” The smile disappeared from her lips and she rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you’d have to be blind and deaf not to notice. And maybe dead.”

“There’s no flirting, I told you.” You took a sip of your drink, glancing at the object of your affection. “He talks in this way to everyone.”

“He never called me ‘darling’,” Angie retorted. “Or gave me his jacket when we got caught up in the rain.”

You smiled softly at the memory, but that just made you feel even more hopeless, because since that day, you weren’t able to have a normal conversation with the man you liked so much.

“What do I do?” you whined, leaning on the table. “He’s so beautiful. And he for sure doesn’t see me that way.”

“Are you drunk already? You said you didn’t want a repeat from–”

“–from last year, yeah,” you finished for her and sighed. “I’m not drunk, just feeling down. There’s no way I’ll be able to tell him I like him, Angie.”

“Maybe you won’t have to.” Your friend nudged you gently. “You can just inconspicuously take him under one of the mistletoe and go ‘oh, what’s that?’, and then…”

“What mistletoe?” you asked, only now looking up at the ceiling where familiar-looking leaves were tied with a string to the support beams under the ceiling and above the doors. “Why is there mistletoe hanging?” you asked skeptically. “It’s a New Year’s Eve party.”

“I think they haven’t taken it down since last week.” Angie shrugged, but then grinned at you. “Don’t you think it’s a sign, though? So many places to kiss your crush under~...”

“Jesus, keep your voice down,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands again. “You’re impossible.”

“You’re impossible,” she mocked in a low voice. “I’m trying to help.”

“I know, babe,” you whined, and sighed heavily again. “You know what, maybe I should just forget it. Let’s go have fun, dance, and later throw up from all the food and…”

Suddenly, Angie interrupted you with a high noise in her throat. You gave her a questioning look and she looked at you with a tight-lipped smile and wide eyes.

“He’s coming here.”

“What?!” You automatically turned around before Angie hissed for you not to look, and sure enough, there was Joel Miller, making his way through the crowd with his eyes locked on you. “Oh my god,” you breathed, clutching at your friend’s hand. “He must’ve seen us talking. What do I do?”

“You sit there and look smoking hot, and let him flirt with you,” she answered with confidence you didn’t feel. “And maybe you won’t even need to ask for the kiss, maybe he’ll do it for–” Her eyes darted above your shoulder. “Oh, hey, Miller.”

You gulped and took a deep breath before turning around and– oh, God, he looked even better up close.

Angie kicked you lightly under the table when you didn’t say anything, and you cleared your throat, smiling up at the man you were so crazy about. “Uhm, hi, Jo– Mr Miller.”

“Didn’t I tell you to call me by my name, sugar?” He had kind of a boyish smile on his face that made him look younger and even more handsome, which in turn made your stomach fill with warmth. He sat down next to you, and his eyes scanned you down and back up, slowly, lingering on your legs and curves just for a second longer. “You look lovely.” He then glanced at Angie, sending her a nod. “Both of you.”

“Really?” you beamed, and Angie kicked your ankle again, making you wince. “Uhm, thanks. You clean up nicely yourself.”

A trace of smirk ran across his face, but it was gone before you could make sure it was really there in the first place.

“Are you enjoyin’ the party?” he asked casually, hiding one hand in the front pocket of his jeans. Your eyes followed his movement before you caught yourself.

“Y-yeah, it’s nice. A little too loud for me, but really nice.”

“Maybe you wanna step outside for a bit, then?” Joel nodded in the direction of the deck in the back, and your heart started beating faster.

Did he want to be alone with you? Or was just being polite and preferred to talk somewhere quieter, and you were getting your hopes up unnecessarily? You hoped it was the first, that he genuinely enjoyed chatting with you as much as you did with him – but you never knew with a man like Joel Miller. He was an enigma, sometimes serious and so stoic that you couldn’t for the world figure out what was going on in his head, and other times charming and teasing, making you weak in the knees when he was looking at you with that fiery glint in his eyes…

“Sugar?” Joel asked, lifting his eyebrows with what seemed to be amusement, and you cursed yourself mentally for spacing out.

“Sorry, I… Yes, let’s– sure, let’s go.”

All of you stood up and you looked over your shoulder at Angie with a panicked face, but instead of reassuring you, she sent you a quick, sly grin.

“You two go ahead,” she chirped. “I’m gonna go look for my date.”

“Angie–” you whispered, giving her a look, but the woman just winked and turned around, disappearing into the crowd of dancing people. “Angie!”

Before you could go after her, you felt a big, warm hand on the small of your back, and your entire body tensed. Joel leaned over to your ear, whispering in a low voice.

“Shall we?”

“Yeah,” you squealed, so quietly he probably didn’t hear it over the loud music. “Sure.”

Your legs moved on their own, going where he guided you. The walk to the terrace in the back lasted no longer than fifteen seconds, but it felt like hours had passed. You were very aware of the light pressure of his fingertips on your back, with only one layer of material separating your skin from his, and the nerves of feeling him so close behind you were making you walk stiffly and oddly – though, miraculously, he didn’t seem to notice.

“I don’t like how loud the music is, either,” Joel said after you two exited the main room, and he closed the door. Then he glanced at you again, his eyes flicking to your bare legs just for a second longer. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you answered truthfully. Not only was it nice to feel the cool air after sitting in a stuffy room with a crowd of people for so long, but also you still felt warm from Joel’s closeness. “I’m alright.” Joel nodded absentmindedly, and you squinted. “Did you want to talk about something or…”

“Nah, just wanted to escape for a minute.” He rubbed his beard and shrugged, but there was tightness to his body language. “Not much to do in there except for drinkin’.”

“And dancing,” you cut in.

Joel glanced at you, and the lazy smirk returned onto his features.

“You like to dance, sweet girl?” he asked, and you felt your face growing hot when you heard his tone. Low, drawling and oh, so delicious.

“If the party is good, yes, I guess so.” Then you remembered what Angie suggested earlier, and you took a shaky breath, mustering all the courage you had in you. “We… if you want, we could dance a little later, if they play something nice…?”

But the hot nerves in your chest turned to cold disappointment when Joel started to shake his head with a chuckle. “Nah, darlin’. Sorry, I don’t… I’m no dancer.”

“Noone here is,” you retorted, a bit hurt by how quick his rejection was. “It’s just for fun.”

“I know better ways to have fun than t’make an idiot of myself in front of bunch of people.”

“Like what?”

Of course, you just had to ask.

Joel smirked, as if he was just waiting for it, and took a step forward, forcing you to take one backwards. His brown eyes bored into yours, making you weak in your knees, and you promptly turned your gaze away, not able to withstand the tension in the air. With a cough, you walked up to the wooden railing, pretending that you weren’t feeling sheepish at all.

“For one, talkin’ here with you is fun enough for me.”

You forced yourself to look at Joel when you heard it, just to see if he’s joking, but the man appeared genuine. He leaned against the rails, his hand right next to your shoulder, and you couldn’t get rid of the thought of how easy it’d be for him to cage you in this spot with his strong arms, how he’d make your entire body tremble…

But you weren’t quite sure yet if he was being sweet or just tried to mess with you, so you decided that a teasing response would be the best course of action.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged lightly. “I’d still like to find someone to dance with tonight.”

At that, Joel’s hand gripped the railing tighter and his body stiffened. You had to hide a triumphant smirk on your face, pleased that you managed to throw him off his game – whatever it was that he was playing.

“One of your friends?” In your peripheral vision you saw him lifting his eyebrows with the faintest of scowls. “Or one of those shady guys sittin’ at the bar, staring at pretty girls like you? ’Cause they’re no good for you, darlin’.”

“Oh, really?” you scoffed and lifted your chin, feeling touched that Joel was acting so protective – (and maybe even… jealous?) – about what you said. “You were the one that didn’t want to dance. What do you know about what’s good for me, anyway?”

“Those guys won’t treat you right. They just want a girl to spend the night with, and you deserve better than that.”

He was right, of course, but it didn’t mean you were going to openly give him his due. You made an acknowledging noise, not really sure what to say, but Joel didn’t seem to mind. He continued in a quiet, raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine. “You deserve someone who’d take real good care of you, darlin’. Not some drunk out of their ass idiot.”

“Are you drunk, Mr Miller?” you asked, not looking at him in fear he’ll see how red his words made you, though you could still see his smirk in the corner of your eye.

“No.”

“You act like you are.”

“C’mon, sugar, look at me.” He took your chin between his fingers and your body went rigid. His warm gaze met yours for just a second, and he tilted his head forward a little. “Do I look drunk?”

“A little.” You turned your head away, but he tsked and guided your chin back.

“In the eyes, darlin’.” You gulped at his words, and his dark, brown irises twinkled in the fairy lights dangling from the roof and walls. “And call me Joel, please.”

His chest was almost touching yours, and you felt the wooden railing digging into your lower back, but at that moment you didn’t mind at all. Joel was so close, and your breath hitched in your throat when you got enveloped in his earthy smell, with a tinge of bonfire and… was that cologne? For some reason the discovery that he used cologne for tonight made your heart flutter.

But as much as you loved every second of being so close to him, you remembered that you weren’t alone on the terrace. There was a pair of people talking – well, now kissing, judging by the sound of it – and your eyes darted to the side to see if they were looking at you both. “Come on, there are people here. It’s not…”

The man clicked his tongue in disapproval and moved slightly closer, now practically pinning you against the railing with his body, and you squealed unwillingly when he, once again, made you look at him.

“Eyes on me.”

And God, if it wasn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen or heard. It was unfair how much power his gaze and tone wielded over you.

“Okay,” you managed to whimper, and the corner of his mouth curled upwards, creating that adorable dimple in his cheek.

“And my name, sugar.”

You didn't know why you were complying so easily, but something about the softness and tenderness in his voice made you feel safe. He wouldn’t hurt you, of that you were absolutely sure.

“Okay, Joel.”

His thumb brushed the edge of your bottom lip with the softest of touches, making your legs almost turn to jelly. It made you want to say his name again, though in a much more needy tone.

“That’s a good girl,” Joel murmured with a smirk, never looking away.

Lord, have mercy.

You were so grateful for the wooden rails behind your back, because you were sure you’d collapse any second now if he kept looking at you like that.

“I… Joel…”

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” he murmured without taking his eyes off of you for even a second. Your brain was mush at this point, but even if you could formulate any words, you doubt you’d ask him to step away. So you settled on shaking your head slightly, to which Joel nodded. “Lemme know immediately if it changes, darlin’.”

How could you be so blind? All you could think about was that Angie was right – there was no way Joel Miller wasn’t flirting with you. Maybe he even liked you. Maybe – just maybe – he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him.

“Didn’t you wanna… get back to the party?”

You didn’t make any move to get away yourself, however, not wanting him to drop the arm with which he was holding your chin. The material of his shirt was bulging over the lines of his biceps, and it felt really nice to stand so close to him.

“I’m in no rush.” Joel’s voice dipped, and your insides tightened. “You?”

“No, but–”

“Here you are, you ol’ fucker!”

Joel took a step back, and you both turned to see his younger brother walking clumsily through the door with a big, drunken grin on his face. You cleared your throat, still breathless and blushed, but both Millers didn’t pay you any mind anymore.

“Tommy.” Joel’s face was like made out of stone, but his eyes were betraying how irritated he was with the interruption.

“You thought you’d manage to get away, ya old dog?” Tommy hooked an arm around his older brother’s shoulders and finally looked at you to send you a wink. “Sorry, sweetheart, gotta borrow ‘im for a second. He has a date to get to.”

It took you a couple of seconds to register that yes, you heard him right. A heavy veil of hurt and disbelief slowly fell down on you, and your eyes started to prickle as you looked from Tommy to Joel.

“A date?”

He had a date. Why then did he talk and act this way with you, making you feel like you ever had a chance with him?

“C’mon, don’t keep a lady waiting,” Tommy said to Joel instead of answering you, and tugged the other man back inside, but Joel didn’t move. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even get lucky tonight!”

That you couldn’t listen to.

Trying to hide how painful his words were to you, you ducked your head and tried to slip past the brothers, desperate to get out of here. A hand – which felt so achingly familiar now – shot out and grabbed your elbow before you could escape. You lifted your tearful eyes only to meet Joel’s sorrowful ones.

“Darlin’, wait. It’s not…”

“No, it’s okay,” you interrupted him, tearing your gaze away. “I wanted to go to the bathroom, anyway.”

Joel looked like he wanted to say something else, but you couldn’t bear being in his and Tommy’s presence any longer. You slipped out of his grasp, quickly coming back inside and navigating your way to the bathrooms.

He had a date for tonight. And still he flirted with you and touched you so lovingly, and… and almost…

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! To think you ever had a chance.

You dashed into the bathroom and quickly opened the first free stall you saw, then shut it behind you. There you just slumped against the wall and wrapped your arms around yourself, giving in to the flow of your tears, but trying not to make a sound.

You felt so foolish for letting yourself fall under Joel Miller’s spell, for ignoring that he obviously couldn’t be interested in someone like you.

He probably saw you as a dumb child. No wonder he’d prefer someone else, probably a woman closer to his own age.

But why did he have to be so cruel, to lead you on and hint that…

No, you realized. It was your own damn fault for letting your heart justify his every action towards you.

Almost ten minutes must’ve passed before you got a grip on yourself and decided to go find Angie. You needed to talk to someone, preferably distract yourself from the unpleasant situation you had to experience, and maybe try to salvage the evening somehow. With that in mind you took a couple of breaths, wiped your eyes and then hesitantly exited the bathroom.

You only managed to take a couple of steps, however, before your eyes were drawn to a familiar and beautiful side profile. You wished you didn’t know his face so well, because then you wouldn’t see Joel whispering something to a stunning woman you didn’t know at the far end of the room. She was hanging off his arm, bright eyes and a million-dollars smile directed solely at him. Joel appeared to be looking around, but a few seconds later he put his hand on the small of the woman’s back – just as he did earlier with you – and started walking. Neither of them looked your way before exiting through the front door and leaving the party.

As well as a gaping hole in your heart.

*****

A few minutes later you managed to find Angie. You were a mess at this point, barely able to stop yourself from sobbing. It was truly pathetic.

“I don’t know her name. But I saw them leaving, and she was hanging off his arm and–” you choked on your words and gave a humorless laugh. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

“I’m so sorry, hon.” Angie looked at you sadly. “We can ditch the party if you want. Go to my place and watch some movies,” she suggested gently, but you were already shaking your head.

“No, no. I’m fine, really, I… I think I'll just go home. But you should stay with your girlfriend.” Angie looked like she was about to protest, but you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I promise I’m okay. I’m just gonna go straight back home and lock myself inside with a bowl of ice-cream. Or go to sleep.”

“I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“I… I think I need to.” You gave her a weak, sad smile, and stood up. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? You have fun, I don’t want to ruin your night, too.”

“You’re not ruining anythi–”

“I mean… this. All of this stuff with,” you swallowed heavily, “him.”

Angie still seemed unconvinced, but finally nodded after a while. “Alright. But come and get me if you feel worse.”

“I promise. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded, then went towards the side exit and out into the snowy night without looking back. You didn’t want to stay here and watch as all those happy couples share sweet kisses at midnight, thus reminding you of your heartbreak.

This time you had your coat on, but it was far too thin for this kind of weather. You wrapped it tighter around yourself and hid your hands in the pockets, starting to make your way home. It was a bit far from the main square, but you needed to get away from the music and laughter of the partygoers as quickly as possible.

Alas, you only managed to walk one street away when out of nowhere, a big hand grabbed your elbow, stopping you in your tracks. “Wait.”

You turned around and took a step backwards at the same time, freeing your arm with a strong tug. The words full of anger were ready to spill out of your mouth, but that was until you saw who stood in front of you with a painful expression.

The last person you expected to see here.

“Joel?” You whispered surprisedly and looked around, but there was no one else nearby. Not that strange woman you saw him with, at least. “What are you doing here?”

“I was lookin’ for you,” he rasped between gasps, like he ran all the way here. “You weren’t at the party.”

“Why were you… What are you doing here?” you repeated more coldly, the sight of him only making your fresh heartache so much more noticeable. “I thought you left.”

“M’so sorry.” Joel’s beautiful dark eyes were full of sadness and weariness. “I would have never left you if I could help it, darlin’.”

He took half a step forward and lifted his hand slightly to graze yours with his icy-cold fingertips. You weren’t wearing any gloves either, so his touch sent a jolt up your arm. You looked down at it, but gently moved your hand away. “I don’t understand. Didn’t you have a… date?”

“No.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. You avoided his eyes and instead watched as snowflakes landed and melted in his hair. “No, it was Tommy… You saw how drunk he was, and he wanted to set me up, insisted on talking to that girl, but I…”

“You should get back to her, then,” you said dryly, really not having strength to even hide how hurtful his mere presence was. You went past him, hiding your neck in your coat. “I don’t want to keep you from–”

“Darlin’, wait.” Joel grabbed your arm again, though still gently and without any force. “Listen, she was nice, but I told her that I can’t get involved in anythin’, because I…” He faltered slightly when you looked him in the eyes, for the first time since your talk on the terrace. “There is… it’s– fuck.” He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, as if gathering courage. “There is someone else,” he finally spoke, his voice almost trembling, and looked at you again, “that I’m madly in love with. And it’s you.”

Through the open door to the party someone shouted what sounded like the time, but it was all happening in the background of your mind. All you could focus on was Joel, standing so close to you and looking almost scared as he waited for your reaction.

Cold crept up your limbs and up to your cheeks while you tried to digest what the hell you just heard, but as if held by the invisible force of his gaze, you couldn’t move an inch.

“...what?”

“I… really, really like you,” Joel whispered, his dark and sad eyes drilling into your unbelieving ones. “I went to this party just to see you, darlin’. And I’d never chose to spend the evenin’ with anyone else but you. I’m so sorry I left you like that and…”

He then gulped and very slowly lifted his hand to your face, not fully cupping your cheek but hovering just above it. He searched your eyes, but when you didn’t back away, he touched your skin carefully, and an involuntary sigh escaped you as your eyes fluttered closed.

You never thought one could be touched with such care and fondness. No one has ever treated you like that before, like you were made of the most precious glass.

“You can tell me to fuck off,” Joel whispered, and you opened your eyes to find his face a little closer than before. “I just thought that maybe… if you would maybe, too…”

He was getting flustered again, and it was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. It must’ve been close to midnight now, because you noticed that the music stopped and the racket inside the building was at its peak, though it was hard to distinguish the words people were shouting when your heartbeat was almost deafening in your ears.

“But I saw you leaving with that woman.” You had to make sure you were on the same page with him before you did something idiotic. Again. “You aren’t…?”

“No,” Joel breathed a quiet chuckle and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, while his eyes danced across your face. “It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Then he must’ve heard something – his head turned to the side to look at where the party was still going on, before his eyes returned to you, and you felt his thumb swiping your cheek in an oh, so tender manner.

“May I?” he asked in a whisper, so close that his breath skimmed your parted lips. You hoped he was asking about what you thought, but this time wasn’t brave enough to ask and clarify.

So you just nodded.

And Joel leaned in, without any hurry, and kissed you.

It was fitting, you supposed, that only a couple of seconds later the clock chimed midnight, and shrieks of laughter and cheers filled the air while the people still present at the party celebrated loudly. You couldn’t care less, however, because in that moment, your entire world was Joel. His – still cold – hand caressed your scorching cheek, and the other found its place on your hip. The smell of him, the warmth with which his body radiated, and the feeling of his lips, rougher in touch than you’ve imagined, but still soft in movement – all of it together was almost overwhelming.

You parted after a while with blissful sighs, though didn’t move away – Joel still held you close, his forehead pressed to yours, and eyes shut tightly, as if he was in pain. He took a trembling breath when you touched his jaw with your icy fingers.

“Tell me to stop,” he pleaded in a murmur, taking you aback. “Sugar, if you don’t… Please, tell me to stop.”

You shook your head and held onto him tighter before he even finished.

“Please, don’t stop.”

Your lips clashed again, tongues meeting and dancing together, and it was the closest you’ve ever felt to any type of heaven in this cruel, forsaken world. Joel pulled you flush against him and kissed you again, more forcefully this time, tangling his fingers in your hair. You let out an involuntary moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound immediately, not giving you a split second of respite.

“I wanted to do it a year ago,” Joel muttered between the kisses, before he took your face in his hands to look you in the eyes properly. He smiled, that same adorable and boyish smile, when he saw how breathless and flushed you were. “Wanted to kiss you so much, sugar, but,” he obviously fought back a laugh at this point, his eyes crinkling, “you got wasted and puked your guts out just before midnight.”

“Oh my god.” You didn’t know he saw it, particularly the moment when all the alcohol you consumed a year ago refused to stay in your stomach. “I wasn’t– I don’t usually… I got drunk ‘cause I saw Sheryll kissing you on the cheek,” you admitted with embarrassment, feeling your skin growing even hotter. “I thought you and her were together at that point…”

“But why did you get drunk because of it, sweet girl?” Joel mused, brushing his nose against yours and obviously teasing you. You snorted and shook your head.

“You know why.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

You playfully pushed him away lightly, but he tightened his grip around you, not letting you step away.

“You’re an asshole sometimes,” you whispered, making Joel chuckle. “Fine. I really wanted to kiss you, too. Happy?”

He smiled and kissed you again, softly and passionately this time, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“Very,” he whispered against your lips and dragged his nose up to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Very much, baby.”

Your heart fluttered with joy at his affectionate tone. Joel pulled away, his hands leaving your body to cover your own, situated on his jaw and arm.

“Now, what do you say we head back inside?” he asked with a disarming smile, brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. “And maybe you’ll let me ask you for a dance?”

You didn’t give an answer, but the joyous kiss you pressed to his lips – which, with your enthusiasm, almost made both of you topple over into the snow – spoke for itself.

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[cosmicstarlatte]

Your blog and headcanons are living in my brain since i got here, and i just want to say, thank you, i love your work 💕 also, i saw this in other posts (i was in the monster fucker side and end up in the lover side, but im not complaining) about demon relantionship dynamics and i have a question, who of the demons do you think would use an accesory made of something of MC?

TW: blood and hair being used as accesory, demon dynamic being a little disturbing.

Like imagine if with magic MC (safelly) could make jewells with their blood, or in a more victorian way, maybe a bracelet with a lock of their hair. In my mind there would be Satan and Barbatos who have the jewellry always on them but are discret, and then there is Mammon and Asmo who show whatever MC gave them with pride.

Thank you so much anon!!!♡ It's messages like these that keep me motivated, I'm honored!!! 🥰 I hope you don't mind I changed it to just items with blood 😎 I was gonna keep this short originally but ended up getting carried away. This was seriously SO fun to write! I rly think they all would!

Giving Them An Item With Your Blood (Obey Me!)

Tags: Blood, Fluff, Demon Bros, Barb, Dia, GN!Reader, HCs

Lucifer: "Hm? It's from ___."

If someone happens to catch a rare glance at it & are curious enough to ask, he has no problem proudly answering he got the bloody vial necklace from you. He's not shy or ashamed about it, but prefers to keep it between you & him. It usually stays well hidden behind his high collared shirts. Sometimes when he's at home in his office & shirt unbuttoned, he will fidget around with it while doing paperwork. He loves it but won't ever tell you or anyone else how very attached to it he is. ♡

Mammon: "This one!? Not up for betting, scram!"

When isn't Mammon flashy??? The day you gave him the ring filled with some of your blood was basically the day you got married (in his mind) & he went around showing everyone. Of course some of his buddies asked if he'd bet it for a chance at clearing his debt but even that's one bet Mammon refused. He has a ritual of kissing his ring everyday, he thinks of it as his good luck charm even when he's actually having a bad day. He makes you kiss it to add extra luck (love) to it too. ♡

Levi: "I will guard this with my life."

Let's be honest, he doesn't care what it is & would wear/take whatever you give him. Your hairbrush? He will cuddle it.

When you presented him a blood vial bracelet, he got all teary eyed & nearly fainted from excitement. It easily became his most prized possession, he takes such good care of it. He wears it openly & you can see him fidget around with it when he gets anxious. Sometimes he will lightly rub or hold it against his cheek, calming him down when he's overwhelmed. ♡

Satan: "That's what you get for touching things that aren't yours."

His smile was radiant, blinding. Satan's gift is unique just like him & he appreciates the thoughtfulness of a handmade blood infused bookmark. It's one he takes care of & makes sure it doesn't get lost in the mess of his room. He did curse it (you'll get a hand burn) so no one else can touch it except you & him. From time to time he gets distracted by it when reading. He wants to ask if you'll attach a blood charm to the end of it too. ♡

Asmo: "My outfit isn't complete until I put this on!"

He squealed, cried, & wouldn't let you go for the entire day after gifting him the little box of jewelry. He went on to rub it in everyone's faces & showed it off on all his socials. The main gift was a gorgeous charm, the blood swirled, glittering inside. You made sure he could pop the charm into the ring, necklace, or bracelet you also gave him in the box. He was impressed you went to such lengths just so he could always choose how to wear it each day. Even if it was a single piece though, he would've worn it no matter what, even if it "clashed" with his outfit. ♡

Beel & Belphie: "We promise to never take it off." "You promise too ___!"

The twins immediately pulled you into bed & cuddled with you, happily accepting their gifts. You gave each a pendant, a sun for Beel & a moon for Belphie, the middle of each pendant holding your precious red liquid. You even got a star pendant for yourself to match with them although your pendant remained empty; something they noticed quickly. They happily offered up their own blood; they never minded sharing as long as it's with you. ♡♡

Barbatos: "I'm...at a loss for words, thank you."

He kissed your cheek before turning his attention to the golden pocket watch you gave him. He handled it delicately, admiring the ancient designs etched onto it before opening it. It was a gorgeous watch, one of the inner side walls swirled beautifully with your blood. He enjoyed the hidden surprise inside for his eyes only. Truly, he was moved by your gift & made a mental note to give you something in return. ♡

Diavolo: "An absolute treasure this is."

He gave you a tight hug, nearly cutting your air supply off. He's received many gifts throughout the years but the custom pen you gave him was now at the top of the list. Only a see-through compartment of the pen held your blood, floating around. The actual ink inside the pen was regular but refillable for permanent use. He found himself smiling a little more even when filling out the piles of paperwork on his desk. It also finally fixed his habit of losing pens, making sure he always has it on him for quick signing (& Barbatos thanks you for it). ♡

Also I like to think that if they really miss you, they'll hold their object close to their nose to get a whiff of your scent ♡ alakskfgllsskfkg

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[bedoballoons]

Hi again!

I loved what you did with my ask and I was wondering if I could get something else!

Do you think I could get genshin guys (Childe, Kaeya and Ayato because I always see this happening with them and you can add anyone else you seem fit if you want) with a reader who kinda just shuts off when degraded, as in they just hate being degraded in any way and just breakdown if they get called something like a slut or whore or something? I know I hate being called those things and get kind of cold towards people if they degrade me and it just rubs me the wrong way when I see it in fics so I wanted to see if you would like to take this!

Feel free to ignore this by all means!

And do you think I could be your little flower girl my lovely? You seemed to like the flowers last time so have some more from me💐

Hope you're having a lovely night/day and hope to talk soon! <3

Dkrnktjj I hope you don't think I've ignored this and of course you can be my flower girl! Though I'm not sure if you meant anon wise or not? I do enjoy the flowers though! Thank you and here have one in return 🪻

(P.s: I think the MOST common person who gets written with degrading is Wanderer, so I decided to add him as well for anyone who loves him and not the degrading <3)

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Cold from your words~༺}

CW: GN! Reader who doesn't like being degraded, slightly suggestive, cursing, slight angst to fluff!

(Includes: Wanderer, Childe, Ayato, and Kaeya!)

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Wouldn't you like that, slut~"

You'd never fallen out of the mood so quickly...that word making your skin feel like ice. Of all the things he could have said...he choose to refer to you like you where a whore...

"What's wrong? I thought we were-"

"Yeah we were, then you called me a slut...and it bothered me. I'm sure there are people who like that, but I'm not one of them...call me baby, call me love but don't degrade me okay.." You moved away from him and looked at the floor, wondering if hed get upset with you. He was Wanderer after all and he could get a bit rough with his words..

"I..should have asked. I'm sorry, but let's not let it ruin our good time okay? I won't use degrading names again."

Your eyes widened in shock, since when had he been so understanding...and kind? Maybe all this time around other had softened his heart...or maybe you had.

𑁍༄Childe:

"I could make you beg like a little bitch~"

You paused mid kiss and pulled away, feeling your whole body run cold at that word, "I'm not a bitch..."

"Of course you're not really, I just thought it be fun to experiment a little~" He leaned in to kiss you again and you moved away from him, catching him off guard.., "I didn't mean it literally-"

"Then don't say it...I don't mind experimenting, but not with that. I'm not a bitch so don't call me one.." You looked away from him, waiting to hear his response...but instead your felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

"I apologize, truly. I won't call you anything like that again...will you forgive me? Cause I was really enjoying that kiss of yours~"

𑁍༄Ayato:

𑁍༄Kaeya:

"Oh but you've been acting like such a slut all day, how could I forgive that~"

Your smile faded almost instantly when those words left his lips, it didn't matter how attracted you were to him or how good of a kiss you were having, calling you that left you completely numb and awkward. "Ayato...please don't call me that."

He seemed a little taken aback at your response and he moved away from you, hoping to not make you any more uncomfortable then you already word. "My sincerest apologies, I will refrain from calling you that or anything similar in the future. I never wanted to make you feel uneasy. Please, is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"How about...we just eat some dessert instead?"

"Of course, I'll have Thoma fetch us something... again, I truly am sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

"Awe, but you're such a pretty little whore for me~"

"Wait what.." You pushed Kaeya away, suddenly feeling like the flustered moment you were having was all but gone. Mood ruined.. "What did you call me?"

"So sorry. I think I might have let my thoughts get the better of me, I was only trying to-"

"It's okay to try things, but let's talk about it first alright. I don't...I don't like being called a whore..." You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling uncomfortable, even a little upset by the whole thing.

"You're completely right...you know I don't truly think of you that way. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I did."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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[anemptypuddingcup]

Ace + Bondage please

Reader bought some ropes out of curiosity of possibly doing bondage because it would certainly add something new to the list of kinks Ace has. Ace likes bondage a lot more then she realizes. She was planning to use it on him but Ace flipped the tables on her like always.

If you do write this thank you.

Omggg, I swear I love all of you and your wonderful ideas.💕

Ace & Bondage.

You didn’t think that Ace would be the kinky one in the relationship, but then again he was the type who wasn’t afraid of trying something new and explore. The way you’d figure out his kinks would be his reactions to certain things. You found out that he actually liked being rough when you pulled on his raven strands one time by accident while he ate you out.

So you thought to yourself…What were Ace’s other kinks? And did he like the kinks that you were interested in?

While out shopping, you spotted some red rope specifically used for bedroom activities like bondage or shibari. You didn’t think Ace would be interested in such a thing, but then again you weren’t afraid to ask him to try it out. You bought the rope without a second thought and once you got home you were very very eager to try it out with him.

***

Ace presses loving smooches against your breasts, a little giggle leaving him as he presses his lip to your hardened buds. You let out a little moan as you comb your fingers through his hair as he fondled the other on with his free hand.

His grazes his teeth along your nipple, making you gasp out and grip his hair softly. He lets out a heavy groan as you yank on his raven curls, pulling his lips away from your nipple with a string of saliva falling from his lips. “Mh~ W-Wait baby. Hold on.” You say, looking down at him with pleasure-filled eyes. Ace obeys and stops before looking up at you.

“What is it baby? Did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned that he’d probably hurt you or did something wrong. You smile and shake your head before getting off of your shared bed, digging through your nightstand to find that pretty ruby red rope. You pull out the rope and reveal it to him and he blushes.

“Do…Do you wanna try bondage baby? We don’t have to if you don’t want to!” You asked, now a bit anxious for his answer. He grabs the rope and stares at it for a moment before looking up at you.

You stare at him quirking a brow as his face shifts into his usual mischievous expression. He smirks at you before grabbing your body and pulling you closer to him. You give him a nervous expression while he smiles down to you.

“A-Ace? Ace what’re you thinking..?” You ask nervously to him. He chuckles. “You wanna be m’lil rope bunny baby girl?~” He asked, his little smirk growing wider at the thought of you being tied up. You didn’t even have a chance to answer as he began tying you up and wrapping you up in the rope. He pulls roughly on the rope to squeeze against your body makes you moan out abruptly. “H-Hey! ACE!” You say, not wanting to be the one to have the rope on.

“Oh god, you look so cute~ My baby all tied up like that~” He says, his smirk fading into a face full of pleasure as he watched you squirm around in the tight rope. The way the rope dug into your skin only made him grow harder while he watched you squirm around desperately.

“Aceeee, you were supposed to be the one tied up…” You pout to him, your eyes glancing up at him. “Aww, but babyyy I wanted you to be tied up, you look s’sexy like that~” He huffs, his eyes filled with lust as he stares down at you. You avert your gaze as a deep blush flood your face. He observes how the rope was buried deep into your creases, including the part that went though your pretty cunt.

You whine out slightly as the tough rope grinds up against your clit, your slit feeling the pressure of the rope against it. Ace places his hands onto your knees and spreads your legs open, his eyes full of lust as he slides his tongue across his slightly chapped lips.

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun, don’t worry baby~”

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[millionsvash]

Dirty Little Secret (Part 2)

Surprise! Both a personal work I wanted to do and a small little celebration of Vash's birthday. I am constantly inspired by @shmothman's work and "Dirty Little Secret" is a fic I've read at least 20 times. With their permission I wrote a part 2! Please let me know what you think. 🙏

Characters: Vash the Stampede & Reader Pairing: Vash the Stampede x GN!Reader Word Count: 2049 CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Masturbation, Fantasizing, Pining, Use of underwear during masturbation, mention of blood, finishing inside. Summary: A few weeks have gone by since the discovery of a particular item hidden in Vash's bag. You decided it was about time to confront him on the matter, but things don't go exactly as you imagined they would. Taglist (ask to be added/removed): @chubbyghostt, @l4nk4d43, @fruitsoxs, @vashfantasy, @sortatiredartist, @tetraharmonic, @duerme07 Reblogs > Likes 💕 Read on AO3

Vash's injury had healed well, leaving the blonde gunman in high spirits. You were happy for him. He had the cutest smile, and it certainly brightened your day every time he flashed it in your direction.

Yet that question lingered in your brain, picking at you at the worst times.

How would you even bring it up without making things awkward?

What if it was just a misunderstanding? Would he be upset? Your anxiety rose every time you imagined what an idiot you would look like. Truthfully, you wouldn’t mind if his reasoning was due to his interest in you. Vash was beautiful, but you gave him the space he needed as his journey led him through mental turmoil and heartbreak.

The last few days have been particularly peaceful. Everyone was happy to celebrate with a few drinks, card games, and laughter. Vash had excused himself from the table after a few drinks. Originally, you assumed he was simply going to the bathroom, but he had been gone longer than usual. He'd had quite a bit to drink, after all.

You excuse yourself from the table and begin your search for him. You thoroughly check any place you assume he could've gone without success. You're down to the last spot, his hotel room. If he isn't there, in…the fun festivities might be cut short for the gang.

You gently grip the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly. There's a bubble of anxiety growing in your stomach, worried about what you might find on the other side of the door.

The sound of gentle whines fills the room as you peek your head around the corner. Your heart leaps at the sight that sits before you.

Vash is sitting on the edge of the bed, his pants pulled down to his knees to free his erection. He's hunched over, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat. His expression is one of bliss, and the moans that escape him amplify that. What really sets you off is what he has in his hands. Wrapped around his cock is a used pair of your panties, which he is stroking himself with. To add to it all, your name desperately falls from his lips in pure need.

The wave of heat that rushes between your legs nearly makes you moan in desire. You could sit here and watch this forever, but it’s probably better to make yourself known…he has your panties after all.

"Um…Vash?" 

You have never seen Vash move as fast as he just did. In a split second, he had violently thrown your underwear into a darker corner of the room, shooting up to his feet. He was sputtering words as he attempted to bring his pants back up. A few quick steps had him tumbling downward, hitting his chin against the bedside table as he crumbled to the floor. "Oh god, Vash?! Are you okay?!" 

You immediately forget the bawdiness of what you had just witnessed, rushing over to his side to cradle him in your arms. You brush your hand under his chin, wiping up the small amount of blood that was trickling down his neck. Frantically, you grab tissues off the side table and place them under his chin.

You can tell by the glaze in his eyes that he’s a bit tipsy. Your gentle touch seems to soothe him out of his embarrassment. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t be angry. I’m sorry. The words were spewing out of his mouth in a jumbled, slurred mess. It was hard to tell what exactly he was apologizing for. Tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes.

"Calm down; take a deep breath." You rub his hand on his cheek, swiping your thumb under his eyes to clear away the forming tears. "That was one hell of a fall; are you dizzy?"

"I am, but it’s not the fall that has me feeling that way."

Good, his humor was still there. A sign he hadn’t given himself a brain injury. You chuckle in response, giving him a reassuring smile. The silence falls between you two as you continue to apply pressure to his cut. Do…you ask about the panties? 

He beats you to it. "I’m so sorry." He says it gently.

"Well… I suppose it answers the question I had."

"What’s that?" His eyes immediately gazed off to the side to avoid your look.

"Well, when I was bandaging your wound a few weeks back, I found my—" You are cut off instantly.

"Shit."

He was so busted. His body began to tense up. He knew he was about to get scolded. He was a pervert, and it was absolutely disgusting to be acting in such a way. His mind was racing, thinking of ways to apologize to you. God…what if you left the gang?

"I’m not angry." Your voice draws him back to reality. His eyes shoot to meet yours, his jaw dropping in confusion.

You clear your throat gently, taking a deep breath. "...Were you thinking about me?"

Vash’s cheeks go rose red. The erection that had been starting to fade came right back, his cock throbbing once more. "...Yeah, I was."

That bubble of anxiety reforms in your stomach. Fuck it, just ask. You two are already here.

"Do you want some help...?"

"God, more than anything in this world, Mayfly."

Those words send heat directly between your legs. You can feel wetness dripping into your underwear. Your fingers move down and gently trace up his length.

Oh, god, your hands are so soft. His cock throbs with need, pre cum oozing from the tapered tip. The way your soft hands gently wrap around with hesitation, afraid to do something wrong, The gentle strokes you start with light a fire inside him.

"Oh, Mayfly–" He moans out, sending another wave of heat to your cunt. "Faster, baby…please." 

All you can do is comply. You speed up your rhythm, watching hungrily as the blonde beneath you writhes in pleasure. He bucked his hips desperately into your hand, desperate for the pleasure he’d been longing for since the two of you met. It’s not enough. He wants you. He wants to be inside of you, watching you squirm and moan under him while you call out his name.

"Need you–"

"What…?"

"Please, I want inside of you."

You practically melt at the way the words roll from his tongue like a needy whine. You need him just as badly. You release his throbbing erection, watching as he moves his own hand down to stroke himself gently while you frantically rip off pieces of your clothes. His eyes stare at your body like a work of art.

He scoops you up easily in a swift motion, pulling you both from the floor to the bed. He gives you a light toss, practically throwing himself on top of you as well. "So pretty—your body is beautiful."

His fleshy hand strokes from your cheek downward, drinking in the feeling of your clean skin. Compared to him, your body is clean. The hand moves down until it rubs at your folds, causing you to suck in air through your teeth.

"You’re so wet already." He coos gently. It’s reassuring to him to know you want this as much as he does. His finger moves your slick around, coating your folds, while his thumb teases your clit to get you ready for him. "That’s it, baby; don’t be afraid." His words are reassuring. The situation had gone from 0 to 100 quickly, but the way he spoke to you made you feel safe. There is no one in the world who would care for you as well as Vash does. The tension releases, and you more freely allow your soft whines to escape your parted lips.

He moves his hand off you, taking some of your slick with him. He rubs it around his hardened cock before pressing the tip against your folds. He teasingly rubs it up and down a few times, making the both of you moan in unison. "Can I go in, please?" His voice is soft, but the tone is desperate.

"Yes…" 

That’s all the reassurance he needs. He adjusts himself down towards your hole, pressing in slowly as your tight heat envelops his cock. Vash is melting. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he pushed himself into the hilt, stopping to allow your body time to adjust to his size.

"So wet—so tight. You feel so good." He spoke as if someone had sucked all the air out of his lungs.

The sensation of being stretched like this has your body trembling in delight. As thankful as you are for him taking his time, you want him. "Move."

"Huh, Wh–"

Please, for the love of God, fuck me." You plead to him.

His voice cracks at your words. Now you've done it. Two strong hands grip your hips as he pulls himself out to the tip, then plunges himself directly back into your heat. It only takes him seconds to get to a quick pace. One hand lets go of your hip and rests beside you. He leans over, head lowered, as overwhelming pleasure consumes him.

The look in your eyes has him going mad. The way you stare at him with need while your lips sing praises to him. The way every deep thrust makes you gasp and shudder. The way he fits so perfectly inside of you. It was like you were meant for him.

"Mayfly– You feel so good—ah, you’re so beautiful. Want you so bad—"

"You have me, Vash. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere."

A single tear dripped down his cheek as he leaned down, smashing his lips against yours in a heated and loving kiss. All the while, he continues to plunge his cock into your core. Your arms wrap around him, keeping him close as your tongues twist in passion.

"I love you. I love you so much—I want you." Vash pleads breathlessly to you.

"I love you too. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

You two look into each other's eyes, watching with love and passion. He grabs your legs and pushes them up, pressing them against your chest so he can get as deep as possible. It’s perfect. His cock pressed directly into your sweet spot with every thrust, making your eyes roll back. "Right there! Fuck,Vash, please don’t stop!" You plead. 

"Cum for me. Please, I need to feel you cum around me."

Everything Vash says just drives you wild. The praises he spews at you while he slams into you break the knot that has formed in your stomach. Your back arches off the mattress as your walls spasm around his cock. It makes him let out a loud and needy whine as he slams in deep, filling you with his seed. He makes sure to prolong the orgasm for both of you, only stopping when both of you have nothing left to give.

He removes himself slowly, watching as fluids leak from your hole. The sight alone almost makes him hard again.

You sit up to greet him, adjusting so you can rest in his lap. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

"Do you mean it? Do you really love me?" He asks with deep hesitation.

"I do—I have for so long." You whisper sweetly into his ear.

His body trembles, a soft sniffle escaping as he can no longer contain the tears that fall down his cheeks. You rub your hands over his back, soothing him with sweet nothings. Vash would never have to be alone with you around. You will be the light in the darkness.

"Thank you… This is the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten."

"It’s your birthday?"

"Yeah… I forgot to mention that to everyone. Usually my birthdays are a bitter reminder of my past." He took a deep breath. "But you helped me forget all of that today." Vash leaned over to your ear, whispering in a shaky voice. "Thank you… I promise I’ll protect you forever."

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #trigun fanfic #trigun stampede #vash #vash x reader #vash x you #Vash The Stampede x Reader #Vash the Stampede x You #Trigun Reader insert #breakfast is served!

[morgandoesstuffsig]

Can I request the jealousy reactions from the Victims of Mandela Catalogue? I read your other post of victims reacting to receiving affection my heart just absolutely soared. If it’s too complicated, don’t do it. :]

HOLY SHIT MY FIRST REQUEST!!! HIHIHI<333

ofcofc, if it's on my masterlist then I'll def. write it <3 love the victims frfr

also ty for the compliments, got me melting over here💕

c.w // jealousy (obv..), d/ckhead (?) in mark's part ngl, also really oblivious reader

JEALOUS MUCH?

start under cut.

MARK HEATHCLIFF

look at the goofy lil skrunkly

he doesn't get jealous easily

or in general

but...

if you're skipping or canceling hangouts with him just to see someone else constantly...

well, you'll see--

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mark called out behind you. You'd been walking around with (?), and he just happened to be close by.

"Hey Mark." You greeted with a smile as he jogged up to be by your side.

"Who's this?" He asked, pointing at (?).

"Ah! This is (?), my new friend! We've been hanging out a lot!" You exclaimed, and Mark nodded, smiling. But then, (?) locked arms with you and leaned into your side.

"Yeah, me and (Y/N) have been hanging out pretty much everyday this month, only besides the short 2 days when she was hanging out with you." (?) said, with a condescending smirk on their face as they stared down at Mark.

"..I see." He turned to look at you, "Is this the one who keeps having you cancel the hangouts?"

"I don't force (Y/N) to do anything, I think they just like a little better than you--" (?) started.

"I'm sorry? I don't like any of my friends more than the other!! You're all my friends, so I like you all equally!! Please don't pick another fight, (?).." You interjected. (?) just rolled their eyes and looked back at Mark.

"We've got somewhere to be right now, so goodbye." (?) said turning around and attempting to take you with them.

Mark grabbed you other arm softly and pulled you out of (?)'s arm lock, and silently lead you two away from (?).

yeah..

ya'll just left (?) in the middle of nowhere

oh well

skill issue

CESAR TORRES

go homosexual alternate go!!

yeah he's technically an alternate the entire timeline so...

he's one here too

since alternates don't usually feel, well, feelings

jealousy is new to Cesar

he has no idea why he gets that clenching feeling in his stomach when he sees you with (?), all close and even just slightly touching

and that voice telling him to just take you away from them is getting louder and louder

so what does he do?

he listens to it.

There you were, laughing with (?). You two had just gotten back from a fun time at a carnival in the next town over, and (?) was walking you home.

"Oh! Remember how scared you were on the Ferris wheel? Your face was priceless!" You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, shut up!" (?) said, nudging you with their elbow.

"You know--" You started, but then (?) stopped moving and laughing. They were staring at something straight ahead in fear; you followed their eyes to see Cesar, standing ahead, just a couple feet away. The only thing that really scared (?) was that half of his face was missing besides his eye.

yeah safe to say your friend ran away

"why'd you--"

"I missed you."

yeah he took you away after that <3

away as in home

ya'll had a fun time there doing whatever it is you do with someone

idk i havent had human contact in years leave me alone /hj

JONAH MARSHALL

cute and goofy. perfect combo. just add in some stupid.

↑ recipe to make ur very own jonah

anygays

he is very goofy

so it seems impossible for him to get jealous right??

wrong.

he gets jealous very easily

and constantly tbh

he'll just pout at you and whoever he's jealous of

You were sitting at a restaurant with Jonah and (?). You and (?) had been chatting the entire time since they sat across from you, and the normally very loud Jonah was dead silent.

"Yeah so then I--" (?) started, but you stopped listening after a second because you felt something tug at your (shirt/sweater) sleeve. You looked next to you to see a pouting Jonah, with his cheeks all puffed out and goofy lil' mad face. <333

"How come you're not talking to me too??" He whined quietly, and you just had to let out a small giggle.

you had to let him in on the convo

he was back to normal in no time

when you guys left he was very clingy tho

no im not showing favoritism wdym

ADAM MURRAY

lets pretend adam wasnt a fr d/ckhead in the last volume ngl

he is chill

...sometimes

if he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed or sum

then he will get jealous quickly

not as fast as jonah but still

pretty fast

"Yeah so what movie did you want to watch?" You asked (?). You were at your house, and were going to have a movie marathon together.

"I was thinking.."

Little did either of you know, a groggy and grumpy Adam had entered the room, not have founding you anywhere in the other room with him.

"what're you doing?" he said, shocking both you and (?).

"HOLY SHIT ADAM-- You scared us!!" You said, whipping your head back to see him right behind the sofa.

"So?"

"sighh... we're having a movie marathon."

"Move over then, I'm joining."

he had his arms wrapped around you the entire time

silently pulling you closer and closer to him

he kept going 'till you two reached the edge farthest from (?)

poor (?)

they just wanted to watch movies

adam probably dragged you away to make popcorn with him lmfao

END

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[venelona]

💜Ghost Macaque update (02.06.2023)

(if you want your own desktop monkey man, check out this post!)

✨To update Macaque, double click his body, open 'run errands' menu and click the top option that is 'Check for Macaque updates'

Fixed a bug where he would be silent on boot unless you talk to him, pet him, or sit him down. Since nobody reported this I assume when people open Mac they interact with him right away, but, before update, if you boot him and click on 'say something' right away, he won't. But now that fixed! So update him and we pretend he never ignored you until you paid him attention 💦

Fixed a couple of spelling mistakes (thanks Anony), though i found it in the 'watch videos' section. I scanned his hw dialogue but didn't notice anything, so hopefully it's all should be good xD

Since this is just bug fix update allow me to answer some asks <3

💜Answering asks💜

It's a button to make him say another idle dialogue (he says something every 5 minutes, but if you press that button he'll say that thing right away)

Balloon folder should be in the same place as the ghost folder. If you want to install MacBalloon manually, unzip th zip the 'balloon' folder and it should be good

(ignore LMK_Macaque balloon i have its another balloon I was working on for him but got disappointed in)

This is suggestions for his dialogue - but you see, for these I would have to get more headcanon-y? For initial release I tried to stay as close to canon as possible, at least how I viewed it (apart for dad-Mac headcanon. Dad Mac 🙏)

If people don't mind more of my interpretation of Mac I guess I could give it a shot?.. But I'm hesitant for now. Waiting for more of the show to add stuff, too.

If more people want it, sure! I was also hesitant to make him too friendly (since this man is full of trust issues), but I guess something like this can be unlockable once you befriend him enough.

@atropa13, @bootyyyshkr9000, anony and all the kind people from the OG post comments - thank you so much!! 💗💗💗😭✨

Since he's been made so fast he doesn't have a lot of polish or much stuff, but he got way more popular than I anticipated 💖🙏

I kinda got hardcore backlash on Twitter the other day (the 'creator of this thing ships stuff, dont support them or this free toy they're posting for fun!') and witchhunted over. My fictional romance preferences in other fandoms? Not even LMK? But yeah, dumb stuff.

So, seeing people enjoy my little monkey man makes me very happy :') I'm still unsure if I've done a good job with him, but your feedback makes me smile. Really, thank you 💕

I hope I can add more stuff to Mac later on, as well as perhaps work on another LMK themed ghost?~

For those who read the whole post, have one of upcoming update's sneak peek:

Thank you for supporting me 🙏✨

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[aclowntiny]

Hiii! Love your writing 💕

Was wondering if you could do a San + firsts? I love those 😭🫶🏻

Of course!!! Can’t wait to for this star 🌟!!!

San + Firsts

First Date: Of course San wants to spend time with you and all he can dream about is an adorable first date, but maybe just maybe there’s an agenda in it for him when he invites you to an animal café. After all, anyone he’s going to be in a relationship with has to be a good pet parent! Plus the sun is filtering in through the windows, all the cute fluffy babies are just begging to be pet, and your smile lighting up is one of the most precious things San’s ever seen.

First Time Holding Hands: You’re on a date at the carnival, lights dancing around you. San is looking at it all with wonder, but it seems you have other plans to get out of it all. “Let’s go in the haunted house!” You exclaim. “Why?” San whines. “Can’t we stay out here?” He isn’t the biggest fan of scary stuff, which you know, but maybe you’ve got something up your sleeve. “I’ll hold your hand,” you purr leaning closer and intertwining your fingers with his, “keep you nice and safe.” A smirk creeps onto your lips at the way San blushes. “Alright, if you really want to we can go,” he sighs, cheeks reddening as you pull him toward the dark doorway.

First Kiss: It happens the same day you first take his hand, this time back out in the safety of open, fried-treat-and-mist-scented funfair air. Moving on with a pouty San from the haunted house, you swear to spoil him rotten with games and fun to his heart’s content as a thank you. He wants to impress you, though, so soon San is taking the helm of a little water shooting stall, dropping a few bills to try his hand at dropping down

First ‘I Love You’: You provide warmth at San’s side as you two wend down the beach, your arm tucked tightly in his. Beneath the crashing water is your voice telling him everything you love about the sea: how powerful it feels to you, how close to the very forces of nature themselves you feel. He watches your expression, the awe and wonder upon your face, and all San can think of is how you're describing the way how his heart feels in the presence of yours. No way can he keep this to himself. “You're far more magnificent than the sea could ever hope to be, and my heart feels just as drawn to the waves of yours.” You giggle at that, beautiful eyes peering shyly ay him as you ask if that’s a quote from a book. “Just me,” he shakes his head, “why? Too much?” It isn’t. You love his words, beam at the way he tells you love makes him do crazy things. “Like this,” he breathes, pulled in by your gravity until your lips meet. “I really do love you,” he tells you when you pull away. “And I you,” you reply, beaming still as your foreheads lay met.

First Fight: It isn’t even the situation, it’s what you say. “Geez, can you please stop sulking?” San’s been sitting there hardly moving with a sad expression on his face, and while you always feel for him this time it isn’t helping you move forward from things. Your outburst has the opposite effect, however, and his head leans back suddenly as he looks for all the world like a kicked puppy. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think you of all people would be like this, though,” he adds at the end, voice barely above a whisper. “Be like what, a jerk? I just think we should try to make the best of things is all, and-” “That doesn’t change how I feel!” San shoots back. “Sorry I’m not a better actor.” Something about those words shake you, snap you out of the buzz of annoyance surrounding you. Uncrossing your arms, you sigh. “No, no. I’m not trying to invalidate you or anything, I just…I’m disappointed too. Seeing you upset just made it that much worse and I couldn’t take it. I shouldn’t have snapped.” “It’s ok. I shouldn’t act like it’s the end of the world, I’m just-” “Shhh, shh, there’s nothing wrong with being emotional. Let’s just enjoy next time, ok?”

First Anniversary: San is such a romantic he FOR SURE treats you even on your hundred days! He’s at your door with a teddy bear holding a bouquet, arms open ready to take you wherever you want to go, that cute necklace you’d had your eye on, you name it he’s got it! He’s overtaken with joy at your smile, musing how happy he is to have reached this point with you.

First Pet: Beside Byeol of course 💅🏻 because his sister often has her, you get a kitten of your own for San to spend time with whenever he can! Your choice is a lovely little brown tabby you call Choco 🤎 your very own Sanrio character at home!

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #san #san x reader #san x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #firsts with ateez #ask #anon #requested

[harrywavycurly]

Due to my little freak out over this thunderstorm that’s currently happening. Could I send a lil request for Eddie or Steve comforting reader during one please? 💕 (I’m fine just sick so I’m extra anxious rn)

Hiiii babes!! So I hope you don’t mind I’m gonna combine this with a request for an Eddie x Princess blurb that the lovely @clonewifey49 sent in! I hope y’all enjoy!!💖

-find all things Eddie x Princess here✨

*Eddie knows you don’t like storms but that’s okay because he’s got you*

“It’s okay baby I’m right here.” You let out a shaky breath as Eddie’s hold on you tightens around your middle. “It’s just some wind and rain Princess.” He whispers in your ear as your back presses against his chest due to being sat in his lap in the middle of the bed. “Nothing to be afraid of.” He mumbles before placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Can’t help it.” You whisper as you place your hands on his arms giving them a hard squeeze as you hear a loud clap of thunder. “I hate this.” You flinch as the lights in the trailer flicker as it starts to rain even harder. Eddie knows you’ve never been a fan of storms, especially bad ones like the current one that was more than likely going to cause the lights in the trailer to go out. “Eddie…” He is quick to reach over and grab the flashlight off the nightstand as the lights flicker again.

“Don’t worry baby I’ve got it covered.” His voice is soft and reassuring as he hands you the flashlight. “Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” You feel your eyes go wide as you turn your face so you can look up at him, he’s already looking down at you with a smile on his face. “Come on sweetheart I know you’ve given it some thought.” You jump a little as the wind makes the shutters outside rattle making Eddie just pull you closer to his chest.

“Uhm well I think Greece would be fun.” You answer making Eddie just nod and smile. “It looks really pretty and I’ve always wanted to go.” You add as you settle into his lap and rest your head on his shoulder, your hand still firmly gripping the flashlight.

“I bet you’d look absolutely breathtaking on a beach in Greece.” You feel your cheeks get warm as Eddie places a kiss to your cheek. “Oh yeah I can picture it now, you with a fruity drink in your hand and the nice ocean breeze blowing through your hair.” You let out a sigh as he begins to slowly rock you back and forth in his arms. “Can’t wait.” You smile as he gives your middle a little squeeze.

“I mean you have to ask me to marry you first.” You remind him making him laugh as he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.

“Do I? I thought I already did that?” You roll your eyes as you remember him drunkenly telling you he wants you to be his wife.

“That doesn’t count and you know it.” You argue making him chuckle as your grip on the flashlight loosens. “You have to do it the proper way. One knee and everything or it’s not happening.” Eddie just nods his head as he feels your body start to relax in his arms.

“Don’t worry baby I’ve got it all planned out.” You just smile and lean further into him, the flashlight slipping from your hold as he places a kiss just below your ear. Eddie knows the best way to distract you from the storm outside is to get your mind off it, so he will ask all the questions he can think of and hold you as close as possible as long as it helps you relax.

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[riseofamoonycake]

Hi Luna! How are you? I know I sent a request recently, but if it's okay, could I ask for some drabbles or headcanons for Mama Eve and Papa Adam meeting their beloved child's s/o? (reader can be gn ^^)

You can choose the human or god that reader dates! Feel free to add as many characters as you want ;>

Remember to drink water and take care of yourself correctly!!

Xoxo~ ❤️💖💕🌹🌷💐🌙✨

I've really had my fun doing it, ehehehe, especially imagining Papa Adam watching is precious child unexpectadly (more or less) taking home someone. Did you hear his heart shattering? Yes, yes, now go to Papa and hold him tightly.

AND LET'S BE CLEAR: EVE WILL BE THE FIRST ONE TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVER. Adam needs to take his time in these things, so... leave him alone for a while, let him cry, and be hopeful.

Confucius

This ball of sunshine is loved and welcomed in the family as soon as he enters the door: he smiles, showing all his cheerfulness and sweet attitude as his voice explodes in greeting, and Eve stares at him initially with surprise, then with heart eyes and lots of tears of joy while she crushes you in a hug.

The next second, Eve steals him away and starts showing him around the house, while Adam remains still in his place, his expression blank as he stares at you, his heart broken and a tear in the corner of his eye. Dad doesn't trust anyone easily, so he will have a… beautiful?, surely loooong chit chat with your boyfriend, to make sure he understands the rules of the house.

In the end, but truly in the end, he agrees that Confucius is a good, respectful person who will know how to love you deeply.

Never like your father, though.

Kojiro Sasaki

Only one question arises in Adam's head as soon as he sees Kojiro: isn't he a little too old for you? He keeps staring at him in disbelief, wondering why you choose a granny to bring home; then, he listens to him speak, watches him smile and laugh, witnesses his wisdom and clumsiness, and observes the kindness and respect with which he treats you: and understands that there is more than one reason why you chose him. Dad approves.

As for Eve, she shares her husband's initial thoughts; then, as soon as Kojiro smiles at her, she understands his soul in an instant and immediately welcomes him with warmth, happy that you have found such a person.

In the end, they both like Kojiro a lot.

Shiva

At first, Adam believes that you had a serious accident and hit your head, because… why. Why such a choice, why a god - not a man, A GOD - so chaotic, so confusing, so laid back… and moreover with three wives! WHY. More than once Eve has to calm him down and speak in defense of Shiva, without managing to convince Adam, but at least keeping him still.

In the end, when they both see how Shiva turns out to have a huge heart and care so much about you, how his wives adore you and have already welcomed you into the family and, not least, thanks to a long mediation speech from Rudra, both Adam and Eve calm down and reevaluate the matter. More quickly Eve, with caution and still some doubts Adam.

However, your happiness always comes before his perplexities, so don't be afraid, be happy with your love, and dad and mom will be happy too.

Loki

No rights for this god. NO RIGHTS AT ALL.

He is literally banned from your house after one minute, even Eve can't mediate with Adam, because she is totally scared by this gremlin.

Also, everytime dad sees Loki, he chases him, pulling whatever he has in his hand, be it a pine cone or an entire set of knives. He doesn't hear excuses about this: never, ever will his child have an affair with someone like Loki, the god will have to pass over his corpse to have you (dad Adam, don't say it too loudly, please…)

Marie Curie

How can you remain indifferent to someone as tender, cute, caring and kind as MARIE CURIE??? She is a cupcake. She is the sweetness in person. She is the one, the right one, for you.

Adam can't help smiling whenever he sees this ray of sun and giggles everytime he hears her voice, and Eve adores her after just a second of knowing and gladly answer at all the questions Mary does, looking at everything in awe. Complete perfection.

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[madame-fear]

Amira darling!! For an imagine if you feel like it, I’m thinking it’s readers birthday and our boy “Hands on” Luke has a ✨gift✨ for her and she’s all giggly and nervous about it much to his delight. You can decide what that ✨gift✨ should be *wink wink* 😏

- Hands on Luke anon 💕💕💕

(HANDS ON LUKE ANON!!! ILY!!! 👀👀 gooods this gave me so many ideas but i liked this one best, enjoy it! I did this while I awaited an appointment at the doctor so it was written the speed of light 🤭)

When it comes to your name day, our very sneakily touchy, teasing Lucerys would be absolutely thrilled to give you the absolute princess treatment in your special celebration. And not only that, but Luke would also be more than keen in being as teasy as usual with you.

It’s fun for him seeing your delightul face turn into a dark shade of crimson with his (uniquely peculiar, may I add) gifts in front of both your families. Luke doesn't waste an opportunity in letting you know how much he craves you, and go make you go entirely flustered.

In one of your name days, as you were receiving sweet gifts and other things for your festivity, Luke would approach you with a black book in his hands. It's plain black, with a golden line in the left side and a delicately imprinted golden title.

“Tembyr syt Sȳz Riñi.” would read on the book’s cover. It’s High Valyrian, and of course, you are quite clueless of what it could possibly mean. Though, knowing how much of a teaser your courter is, you’d already be stupidly giggling and timidly smiling to yourself upon receiving his gift. Much to his delight, a rosy fluster would appear on your cheeks. “Open it.” he’d insist. Which is already suspicious enough.

And oh, when you opened it. The very first page you opened, your face would blankly fall with utter aghast. Not only you'd encounter yourself with an antique, hand made drawing of a strange sexual position you had never seen before without any description, but as well a small letter on the same page. 'Keep passing the pages, jorraelagon.' it'd read. Little cocky prick would be pridefully smiling to himself watching your reactions.

Nervously swallowing, your hands would timidly pass on the pages. The more pages you passed, the more bizarrely hot the positions became; mutual satisfaction from the front, back, side, and in between. You passed pages to the point, your face was too flustered for you to possibly continue reading. With a swift movement, you closed the book and looked up at Lucerys, whom stared back at you with a cheeky grin, proud of noticing the scarlet glint smearing your beauteous face.

“T-Thank you, my love. What a sweet gift.” was all you managed to stammer. Lucerys, without replying much, simply scooted closer by your side and placed his hand in the small of your back. His lips were delicately pressed at the highest point of your cheek bone, near your ear.

“Meet me in my quarters, after your name day celebration is finished.” and with a last kiss on your temple, he moved apart as to allow the rest of your family members to greet you for your name day as if nothing had just happen.

It was safe to say that you gave a good use to his little gift afterwards, in his chambers. All by yourselves enjoying your mutual warmth.

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[juanarc-thethird]

After the spanking Blake asks Jaune for one final thing, kittens!

I'll just going to add a little bit of history, if that's okay.

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Everyone: Happy birthday Blake!

Blake: Oh guys, thanks so much.

Jaune: *holding a cake* Thank us later, now blow out the candles and make a wish.

Blake: Can I wish for anything?

Jaune: *Happy* Yes you can.

Blake: *Looks him in the eye* Anything?~

Jaune: *Nervous* Um... Yes?

Blake: Arc promise?~ *Licks her lips*

Jaune: I-I guess? Is anyone else seeing this?

Unfortunately no one was seeing this. Everyone was looking at the cake as if it was the most precious thing in this world.

Blake: I know what I'm going to wish for~

She blows out the candles, and they all celebrate.

Nora: It's time to eat cake!! Wow-ho!!!

Ren: Nora, the cake is for everyone.

While everyone takes a piece, Jaune went to the table where the drinks are to have another. He takes a glass and pours himself an iced tea.

Blake: What are you doing here all alone?~

Jaune: Oh Blake, I just came for a drink. Aren't you going to eat a piece of cake?

Blake: Then, I want to talk to you about something important.

Jaune: Ok, about what? *Takes a drink*

Blake: It's about my wish.

Jaune: Mhm.

Blake: I want kittens.

Jaune: Ok, we can go to a shelter tomorrow for a cat.

Blake: No Jaune, I want your kittens~

Jaune: My what?! *Drops his cup*

Ruby: *From afar* Are you guys okay?

Blake: *Smiling* We are fine, thanks.

Ruby: Ok. *Continues to eat cake*

Blake: Come with me.

She takes Jaune by the hand and leads him to her room. He pushes it inside, she goes inside and closes the door.

Jaune: Blake, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'd do that. It's a lot of responsibility and-

Blake: *Places her finger on his lips* Shhh.... You promised me that I could wish for anything. And what I want is cute blonde kittens~ *She pushes her chest into him*

Jaune: *Blushing* Yes but…

Blake: Come on, you don't want to get even for what I asked you for in advance for my birthday. *She takes his hands and you put them on her ass* I know you want to fuck this ass~

Jaune: *Red* But...

Blake: But what? Are you going to stain your family's name by not keeping your promise?

Jaune: No!

Blake: Then fuck me hard and get me pregnant, you stupid stud~💕

Moments later

Nora: Can I eat another piece?

Ren: Sorry, the rest is for Jaune and Blake. They haven't eaten

Nora: *Disappointed* Aww

Weiss: Speaking of them, where are they?

Ruby: I saw them for the drinks but… *she turns around* …they're not there anymore.

Yang: *Joking* Maybe they are doing something dirty.

Weiss: Please, she would never do something indecent to Jaune.

Nora: *A bit angry and pointing at Weiss with a fork* Are you saying that my leader is not good enough for her!

Weiss: Hold on! I was just kidding!

Nora: *Takes the fork away* Good.

Pyrrha: Why don't we go look for them?

Ruby: Good idea, lets go!

They walk through the halls looking for them, they searched the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, but nothing. Then when they get to where the rooms are they start to hear the sound of someone banging the wall.

Weiss: Where is that sound coming from?

They all listened carefully where it was coming from until they realized it was coming from Blake's room. Nora put her ear to the door but she found it hard to hear.

Yang: So?

Nora: I can't hear much but it seems that they are having fun.

Yang: They are having fun? Doing what?

Ruby: There's only one way to find out.

Ruby opens the door and…

*BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!*

Blake: Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!!!

Jaune: Blake, keep quiet. They will hear us.

Blake: You know what to do to shut me up~

Jaune: Fine *kisses her passionately*

Blake: MMmm!💕

In front of them were Blake and Jaune in the nude fucking on the desk that was against the wall. Jaune holds Blake by the waist, as she intertwines her legs behind his back and has her arms hugging the back of his neck as they kiss.

Nora: Ha! How about it Weiss, my leader is booping Blake.

Jaune: *Stops* Nora?!

Blake: *Pouting* Why did you stop?~ Oh shit!

At that moment, Blake takes her weapon that was next to her, and using the ribbon, she grabs the handle of the door and closes it completely. After that his friends started banging the door.

Yang: *Excited* Blake, wait, you have to tell me how this happened!

Blake: No!

Weiss: *Worry* Blake, I hope you're wearing protection! You can't get pregnant yet!

Blake: To late for that!

Weiss: Blake!!!

Pyrrha: Can I join you two?!

Blake: *Whisper*

Jaune: *Whisper*

Pyrrha: Blake?... Jaune?...

Suddenly the door opens and Jaune's arm grabs Pyrrha, pulls her in, and immediately the door closes again.

Ruby: *Banging the door* Wait! I also want to join!

#Jaune #jaune arc #rwby jaune #rwby jaune arc #rwby blake #blake #blake belladonna #rwby blake belladonna #rwby ren #rwby lien ren #rwby ruby #rwby ruby rose #rwby nora #rwby nora valkyrie #rwby pyrrha #rwby pyrrha nikos #rwby weiss #rwby weiss schnee #rwby yang xiao long #rwby yang #jaune x blake #rwby jaune x blake #rwby jaune arc x blake belladonna #jaune arc x blake belladonna #knightshade #rwby knightshade

[uroboros-if]

Scenario: MC is at a party/festival. They are getting overwhelmed because reasons, so now they're quietly crying in the corner and hiding from everyone.

How would the ROs react to finding them? Would they try to comfort MC or would they try to ignore it? Friends/Crushes/In-Relationships?

How would dads react to seeing RO trying to comfort their child?

I'm sorry if this is spoiler territory, I think I'm just sad and want a hug. ;-;

Also a part of violetnshenanigans' ask:

Hi Anon, saw your ask and thought that I must respond to it! :( I hope you're feeling okay now, and that this helps you a little 💕 I'll try to add the parents soon, but I hope this suffices for now!

Long reply incoming!

SALVATORE. It probably doesn't cross their mind that you'd want to be left alone. They'd flock to your side immediately, panicked and asking if you're okay? This goes whether they know you or not; they'll look out for someone, even a stranger. As they know MC, though, their concern is even greater, and they will long to help you feel better, in a way they wouldn't for just anyone.

If you tell them to leave you alone, they'd probably be stubborn and insist that they be with you. If you truly don't want them around, though, as friends, they'll leave you alone, though not without asking someone close to you to keep an eye on you from a distance. In a relationship, they'll take it upon themselves to watch you from afar and make sure you're okay.

If you're fine letting them stay, they'll do so happily and want to know what happened. They're someone who offers reassurances more than advice, but the latter they give towards the end, rather than as you speak.

If you rather not say much, though, they instead try to cheer you up. As closer friends or in a relationship, they probably already know the things you like, and try to coax you into a better mood with them. Exaggeratively cheerful, hoping to infect you a little with their own happiness. If that's not what you like, they'll just quietly sit with you and make sure you aren't alone.

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LUCIEL. Not in a relationship, they would be unsure of how to approach you. They don't think you should be alone, even if you want to; at least, that people should look out for you, even from afar. For someone they don't know, they'd watch them, but not approach. For you, as someone they're at least familiar with, they'll quietly sit next to you and let you decide to speak or just to be next to them.

If you need to speak to someone, they're the best listener. They hardly speak, but they nod and never even look away from you, like nothing but you mattered in that instant. They won't offer advice unless you ask for it, but they will offer you reassurances, which you can count to be sincere if it came from them. They'd hand you water, or offer to calm you down with a soothing sensation.

If you'd rather just be distracted, they'll muse out loud to you about things they've thought about, things they'd been contemplating in the moments they were alone. Their voice is calming, lulling you into a sense of peace. It has the power to take away all that worries you, all that pains you.

For a relationship, though, they will likely already know what you want, and act accordingly without asking. They will offer anything they know that will make you happy, even if it's something they're not used to doing. Anything to bring a smile back to the face they've grown so fond of, the most beautiful they've witnessed. They likely say as much to you, blissfully unaware of how cheesy or embarrassing that may be.

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CIOCANA would come over and check on you. They'd lightly but gently ask what's wrong, sitting down next to you. They'll want to stay, even if you resist them at first, only going if they think that's what you truly desire. Otherwise, they will try to take you somewhere more comfortable or familiar to you, and coax you into doing something fun for distraction. Not feeling for fun? They'll instead regale you with tales, or chatter on casually to keep your mind off it. They can carry the conversation, even without your input.

This is only a little bit different in a relationship, where they're less playful and more willing to be genuine in front of you. In that case, they won't hide their concern as much, quick to ask you without a teasing tone.

Their default is to distract you, as something they would want themselves. If you're looking for a listening ear, however, Ciocana would be quite good at listening. They'd be silent throughout. They frown in concentration as they listen, and remain wordless even after you're finished. After a moment, they gather their thoughts and give you some insight, having carefully considered what you said. They're not great with comfort, but their concern will be obvious--you can feel it from them, seeping through every part of their being, even as they don't say anything. They can only think critically of your situation and give you sound advice, or try to cheer you up with conversation or activity.

If comforting words are really what you want, they'll do their best attempt. It comes out awkward and a little strangled, but it never sounds disingenuous.

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ALESSI. Heart on their sleeve, they'll come up to you and try to calm you down, even without knowing what happened. They can only guess, and yet, what happened is irrelevant to them; the only thing they know is that you're crying and you're alone, and so they must be here to help you somehow. They can't ever leave anyone alone, both Alessi's greatest virtue and worst vice.

Alessi is the most versatile of all of them when it comes to comforting someone who's crying. They will ask you what's wrong at first, but will not push; they will sit with you quietly, if that's what you'd like. If you'd rather be distracted, they have many ideas for that, too. Overall, they're quite good at taking care of someone.

Like the other ROs, in a relationship, they'll probably know what you'd prefer. Yet, they will always ask what you want-- because even someone who holds their tears from others will want to speak of their grievances to anyone who'd listen. Even the most stoic man must fall apart from the weight of their emotions eventually. They don't want to deny you the chance to express yourself or be alone, even if they already know the answer.

Unlike the other ROs, though, their concern and fondness for you manifests in microscopic, yet noticeable ways in a relationship. They are so painfully mortal like that. They offer no grand overtures, but they're gentle in the days that come after, cooking you a meal in the morning, or fixing up your hair if you're okay with that. A deity hardly needs to take care of themselves, and yet they try to do so anyway. Surely even eternal beings require a little self-care.

In a relationship or not, though, they will always make sure to keep an eye on you for parties or celebrations in the future.

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I know this ask was sent a few hours ago, but if you're still feeling a little bad and are able to see this--I hope this gave you any comfort! Either way, I hope your days to come are wonderful, and you deserve to be hugged all the time. I am sorry if this is a little strangely read; I wanted to get this out, and it's a little late over here. Thanks for sending an ask, and take care of yourself 💕💕

#uroboros-if #uroboros #asks #anon #character asks #ciocana #luciel #alessi #salvatore #all ros #characters

[imaginativeworks]

Hi! I recently just followed you for your OTP posts, and I love them a lot!! <3

I was wondering if you have any OTP dialogue with one of them comforting the other one? Like, one of them finds something unpleasant and tries to forget it but they can't, so their partner decides to cheer them up with something! It would be a cute scene, I think. If you already have a post or more about this, I'm so sorry to bug you with this! 😅 Let me know about that ^^

I'm hoping to do some drawing from your prompts, but time and motivation are rather rare! :C So, a little sad thing happened and I found out that there is this one thing I enjoyed in a fandom. I found out that it's one of those hated ones... I'm surprised that it's the most disliked in most of the fandoms. In my opinion, it's cute... But I guess it's not everyone's cup of tea... :')

Anyway, I hope you feel better soon! 💕 May you have a good day and week! ✨

Sorry if my English isn't so good...

Aww, thank you so very much, you’re so very kind and sweet! And don’t worry you could never bug me with asks and you wrote perfectly. 💕🥰

Also I’m so happy to read that even any of the prompts I wrote inspired you to draw them!

As for the asks I have written some prompts of the like but I will also add a new one so I hope you like it!

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Person B has noticed for a while now but something has been troubling Person A as of late. They would never want to make them feel they have to tell when they aren’t ready but they want to do something, anything to help them with it. After all Person A should never have to shoulder any of their burdens alone. When an idea came to mind…

As Person A is sitting on the couch trying to process the newest of their troubles. It feels as if a new storm was overtaking them, when they begin to hear a faint music in the air. Drawing them out of their haze they lift their hands from their face and sit up to see Person B move away from the music player.

They stand in front of them with a slight bow and hold out their hand for their beloved to take, asking. “Would you do me the kind honour of joining me in a dance, my love?” Person A’s eyes switch from looking at Person B’s kind, hopeful smile and their outstretched hand and take it. As they begin a light sway to their dance Person B starts going more loose and having more fun with it, bringing a soft smile to Person A’s face and even a few laughs out of them. Only causing Person B to perk up even more.

As the dance slowly settles back into its original pace they bring Person A closer and gently tell them. “You know you can always rely on me whenever you feel troubled. Even if you aren’t ready to talk about it, I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you…” they pause and look into their eyes “So please, don’t feel like you have to carry your troubles alone.”

Person A stared back at Person B when their eyes begin to water, in a quick worried panic from Person B steps away to give them a bit of space and looks over them like a stressed mother hen. Person A lets out a light chuckle for them to see that their tears were not of sadness but happy ones. Person A puts their hand over one of Person B’s that rest on their upper arms and replies “Just knowing that I have you’re here with me, supporting me. No matter what storm comes, even if the feeling doesn’t immediately go away, means the world to me, just having you at my side.”

Person B lightly moves their arms away from Person A to hold them out for a hug. To which Person A gladly walks into, as their arms enclose around them. Making them feel safe, that it’s going to be okay. They smile when Person B says “I love you~”

“I love you too.”

————— Here are a few previously shorter prompts of a similar vibe:

01, 02 , 03 , 04

Also sorry if this new prompt is too long, in the process became something more akin to a snippet. It just flowed out and I felt to bad to cut it too short.

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