#sighs longingly. i love them very much they make me want to do better at things. i hope everyone has a wonderful week ahead! 💙

[crescentfool]

orpheus and thanatos 💚

#persona 3 #ryomina #ryoji mochizuki #minato arisato #makoto yuki #lizzy does art #HIII EVERYONE :3 happy halloween.... (has been working on this for four weeks off and on) #i've always yearned to see art of ryoji and minato based on thanatos and orpheus!!! #i know that ryoji can be likened to being the eurydice figure which i agree with but I HAVE BEEN THINKING SO HARD ABT THEM LIKE THIS OK. #it was nice to give drawing something more ambitious (for my standards) an earnest try again! i love working with lineless and lighting #and working on this has inspired me to HOPEFULLY start doing some studies of sorts! i want to learn so many things... #all so that i can make ryomina as epic as possible... #also LET ME TELL YOU that thanatos coffins are making me realize i seriously need to do drawabox or something. #trying to put them in perspective is hard... but im pretty happy with what i made!!! #also can i just say i love how shapely orpheus is?? i love orpheus joints etc etc its so nice. very fresh #sighs longingly. i love them very much they make me want to do better at things. i hope everyone has a wonderful week ahead! 💙 #very excited to see what people do for ryomina week (<- they haven't made anything 4 it yet bc Busy... but i'll submit smthn late maybe)

[theowlsworld]

Telling them you *really* love them.

Content/warnings: Fluff, a tad bit suggestive, gojo is a softie, fluff overload, lovesick grell, flustered Kats, and appreciative Ciel.

A/N: everyone might be a little ooc(out of character) bc I’m on my period and I have yet to rewatch the shows 😭

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Bakugo K.

it all happened when he was extremely sick

like sick sick

anyways, he was being very vulnerable and clingy with you

he wouldn’t let you go when you cuddled

wouldn’t let you leave to go get meds

he was honestly just being a little shit

one time he asked if you still loved him

obviously you said yes but with a slightly annoyed tone which made him think you were being sarcastic

then you say you really love him and you give him a big long kiss that probably risked your immune system but whatever

Kats being the weirdo and perv he is, advanced the situation

Let’s just say he’s feeling a lot better and you will be very sick soon

Story:

You and Bakugo were sitting on the couch after you had just gotten back from getting him meds, to which he complained “if you leave, you don’t love me!” You left either way for his own good. After you arrived back, he immediately dragged you down to the couch and made your thighs a pillow for him. Now, you are scrolling on your phone when Bakugo asks a random question.

“Do you love me?” He looks at the back of your phone case, his eyes following every curve of your phone.

“Yes, Kats. I do.” You replied annoyed, rolling your eyes.

Bakugo immediately sat up, you sat your phone down when he did.

“No, you don’t.” He crossed his arms in a pout.

You sighed, tired of his antics.

You scooted closer to him, placing your warm hand against his cold neck.

“Kats?” You looked longingly into his eyes.

He let out a small grunt as a response.

“I really, really, really love you.” You subtracted inches from the distance between you two as you moved closer with each really. Bakugo could practically already taste your lips from here.

“I really love you, Kats.” You closed the gap between you two and kissed him. He perked up at this, pushing you down onto the couch and snaking his hands underneath your shirt, he grazed his hands across your chest and you winced at the cold touch of his hands against your warm skin.

He trailed kisses down your neck, leaving purple and pink spots littered across your collar bone.

“I love you so much more baby, I wanna make you feel so good.” Each word that fell from his lips was accompanied by a kiss.

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Ciel Ph.

very sassy

says he doesn’t need anything and would rather spoil you instead

Doesn’t want to lose you like he did his parents

very lovesick

Very touchstarved

hold him while he sleeps, works, reads, drinks tea, legit anything

will whine for attention

but will deny that he ever did that

very mature

loves you

jealous 24/7

Ciel is a very touched starved person, he will constantly whine and sass when you do something that doesn’t involve touching him.

Although, you always either have a hand on his hair or his head on your lap, he still wants you to be touching or around him 24/7.

So, when he has to go out, he always brings you. You are either his emotional support dog or chihuahua based on how tall you are. He’d still love you either way.

So, when you had to be away for a couple of hours because your guardians had to go to a meeting with another family, Ciel was furious. Not angry, furious.

He clung to you throughout the rest of the day when you got home. He practically dragged you to bed and laid on you. He complained that you were gone for too long and you were required to be here as his excuse.

During this, he asked you a very obvious question he definitely knew the answer to but he still asked.

“Do you love me?”

You looked down at him with a soft smile on your face, petting his hair. “Yes, Ciel. I love you so much. You are my entire world. You are the sun on my skin, the oxygen I breathe, and the food that I eat. I love you more than anything.”

“Even more than your pet?”

“Now that’s going to far.”

Ciel laughed, he didn’t judge you because your pet was awfully adorable.

Ciel teared up a bit at the little haiku you said to him. He wrapped his arms around you tighter and nuzzled his face in your neck. “You are my world too, my love.”

You gave him a kiss on the forehead and hugged him tighter as well.

Gojo S.

total softie

weirdo

may seem like he’s all that but he’s really a softie when you touch him

Sassy little ass with a massive ego

Ratatouille? Nah attituille.

when you let him lay his head in between your thighs or chest, hes officially a fucking teddy bear

all bark no bite (unless you want him too)

warning! this one shot contains a slight scene of cunnilingus or blowjob (depending on who you are)

Gojo a sassy little ass. He will constantly make excuses for you to cuddle with him.

If that doesn’t succeed, he will place his head between your thighs when you’re working. If he’s feeling cocky, he’ll distract you with pleasure.

When you had to teach some kids, you were gone for about an hour.

When you got home, Gojo was no where to be seen.

But, when you walked into the bedroom you were pinned to the wall.

Gojo slipped his tongue into your mouth before you could even process the situation. You were being groped left and right. Your chest, your ass, your waist, your pelvis. All of it.

He lifted you up by your thighs and wrapped them around his waist, grinding his pelvis into yours while leading you to the bed.

“Do you love me?” He muttered while kissing your neck and grinding further into you.

“Y-yes, Gojo. I love you so much.”

“More than anyone or anything, right.” It wasn’t more of a question, it was a statement to be confirmed.

“Yes, of course.”

“Good, good.”

He traveled down your torso, kissing at your stomach and your insecurities. He stopped at your pants before looking up at you. When you gave him a nod, he set off. Pulling down your pants quickly and eagerly. When you saw how aroused you were, he couldn’t help but indulge and wrap his lips around your sex. Licking the sensitive parts of your sex and leaving you trembling for more.

Grelle Su.

Absolute doll

Spoils you 24/7

she loves giving you everything you want

especially pleasure.

absolutely touched starved

since Sebastian won’t love her, you will

Grelle held onto you tightly, holding you against her body while rubbing your back and giving you a kiss on the forehead. She loved you more than you could even imagine.

She would constantly give you gifts after every shift and buy you any food you want.

She was an absolute doll when it came to you.

She was at your mercy, anything you wanted.

But one day, she got sick and she was very hesitant on leaving you alone.

She also clung to you like a lost puppy and begged for your attention like a whore on Sunday.

“I love you so much. Do you love me?”

“Yes, Grelle. I love you.”

“How much?”

“So much.”

“Prove it.”

With a smirk, you flipped the tables and landed on top of her. You latched your lips onto hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. “I.. love.. you.. so.. fucking.. much.”

She stopped you before flipping you over again.

“Oh yeah? You’re such a fucking doll. Why don’t you show me how you love me by letting me ravage you, baby?”

A/N: sorry these were so short! Period cramps got me on my toes lately

#bakugou katsuki #gojo satoru #ciel phantomhive #grell sutcliff #black butler #mha #jjk fanart #jjk #suggestive #Smut #X reader #Bakugo x reader #Gojo x reader #Grelle sutcliff x reader #Ciel phantomhive x reader

[sunasite]

with loss, comes love.

yandere!concubine x gn!reader

wc: ~1.0k

You were dressed in commoner's clothes, a big change from your usual royal attire. The plain, desaturated colours helped you blend in amongst the many people in the tavern. It wasn't the cheap kind, you're not sure you knew how to navigate those, but it was enough that nobody batted an eye at you.

You were sitting in the very corner of the place with a few empty glasses on the table in front of you. You normally didn't drink this much, and they (your adviser, your personal knight, and... well, everyone else) tried persuading you out of it, but they laid off once they saw your tired eyes, devoid of anything but grief. They could let you off just this once. Grief is very hard to deal with, after all, and everyone grieves in different ways. Maybe this was yours, they thought.

You were sleepy, and bordering drunk. You held your alcohol well, but tonight you had too much in your system. Exactly what you needed, after dealing with the loss of your parents. A distraction. You weren't sure the alcohol was enough, but you didn't need to worry about that. Not when somebody suddenly took the seat in front of you, making you lift your head from your arms, resting on the table.

A vaguely familiar face was smiling at you, sharp yet kind eyes gazing at you far too affectionately for a stranger. Ah, you know him, you think. He's from the one of the rich families whose parents your own were close to. You never bothered trying to get close to them and their only son, who was a couple years older than you, but you knew they were nice if your parents had nothing bad to say about them. They weren't nobles, though they were well off. A family of merchants, if you remember correctly.

"Florent Monet, if my memory serves me right," you murmured, uncaring if your words were slurring together. Now that you got a better look at him, he was very beautiful, even in this dull light; freckles scattered across his tanned skin, perfectly pink lips, expressive dark eyes, and a long blue earring adorning his right ear. His long black hair cascaded down his shoulders, as he runs a finger through it, as if to show 'yes, that's me'.

"What a surprise seeing you here, Your Majesty," he said, with a gentle smile on his face, and perhaps a hint of sympathy in his eyes if you bothered looking closer. "But I suppose grief is kind to no one. I'm truly sorry for your loss, I can't begin to imagine how it feels."

You let out a heavy sigh, as if you were suddenly reminded why you were here in the first place. You take another swig.

"No, I suppose not," you hadn't meant to be snappy, but it's not like you were in the right mind. Florent had both his parents, and they were thriving so no, he can't know how you feel. Immediately after though, you catch yourself, reminding yourself that he was a family friend, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

His eyes met yours; they were understanding... and kind.

He waved you off, "No, do not apologize. I know you're not feeling like yourself right now, so I understand," Florent's voice was peaceful, but with a teasing undertone that you suspect is always present.

You sent him a gentle, grateful smile, but you didn't notice the way his eyes widened ever so slightly. You didn't notice the way he subtly licked his lips. And you certainly didn't notice the way his heart sped up at the sight of your smile. He's been wanting to get close to you all these years, and now was his chance. You were so close yet so far; you were always within vicinity, yet the second he reaches out... he misses you by a hair, his fingertips chasing the ghost of you. After years of gazing at you longingly, desperately needing your attention (which was always elsewhere, the child of the Emperor was always busy), he finally had his opening.

"Thank you, really. I feel... bad that you had to catch me in this state, but it— it can't be helped," you tripped over your words as you find a way to avoid mentioning your reason for your grief.

Florent takes your right hand in his— his touch so soft and gentle. You can't help but tighten your grip slightly, desperate for any kind of comfort. He seemed to sense that, as he carefully cups your cheek in his free hand.

He's warm, you thought, and kind.

You catch yourself leaning into his touch, as his warmth was just so inviting. Your eyelids feel heavier, but you're not sleepy anymore. You hear your heart racing, and you hope he can't feel it too. Why, you wondered, why is it so fast?

Oh, he's getting closer to you. Your noses were only a hair's width apart, and you can feel him breathe in.. and breathe out shallowly. You don't want to push him away.

"If you'd let me help you, Your Majesty, I will. I'll give you a distraction, if that's what you need," his words were breathy and quiet, and if you were more sober you would probably notice an ulterior motive. But you weren't, and you were hungry for comfort, affection, whatever it may be. "Just allow me, and I will give all of myself to you."

You lean in, slowly shutting your eyes until your lips meet his. His lips were soft, just like his touch. And suddenly you needed more; more of him, more of his lips, more of his words. Tonight, Florent was all you could see— all you could feel.

You brought him back to your room, and anyone could take a guess what happened there. The knowing looks your staff shared didn't go unnoticed, but you didn't have it in you to care nor tell them off. After all, all your attention was on Florent. From his honey voice to his melodious moans, all you could hear was him.

If you were more sober, you would have seen the sheer emotion that clouded his eyes; it could have been something akin to love. Something worse or better than love, it didn't matter, for you've found what you were looking for tonight: a distraction. And if he played his cards right, he would be your distraction tonight, and forever.

you've now met: Florent Monet, your devoted concubine.

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere concubine #florent m.💌 #yandere☀️

[sukibenders]

Okay, but Mary and Kate interrogating Friedrich whilst Edwina sighs longingly would be hilarious.

Lol, this is perfect! I have so many ideas for this prompt so I'm, quite literally, restricting myself from making this so long 😭. I hope the interrogation aspect was to your liking, as well as everything else. It does have a spicy moment but it's very brief.

In retrospect, Edwina should have been better prepared for this moment. She honestly should have. When she and Friedrich had first met, almost instantly finding some form of comfort within one another and arranging to see one another more and more, the latter hadn't exactly made it known that he was royalty let alone a prince or the nephew of the queen at that. Rather, he had concealed his identity ("simply call me Friedrich in public, and whatever your heart desires in private").

Edwina would never admit this, but she did squeal very childishly into her pillows that night after.

When the truth had been revealed albeit abruptly when Friedrich, now wearing the identity of the crown prince of Prussia, had immediately locked his gaze on to her and sought to spend most of the ball of the season hosted by Lady Danbury, who Edwina swore had, whilst watching the pair dance the night away, whispered something into Queen Charlotte's ears and had left them both wearing Cheshire cat smiles in response. Not that either would admit it.

And though Edwina had been discouraged by the reveal (she was so tired of things be kept from her, as that ended so well the last time), Friedrich, to her shock, practically fell to his knees before her when they were able to sneak away and expressed his sincerities over hurting her. "That was the last thing that I ever wanted to do," he swore, holding her hand to his chest. "Forgive me, liebling, but I wanted to stay in the moment where I was just a simple man who met a woman who claimed his heart from the start. Without the weighted of my royal status hanging over us."

The pair had been swept up in a form of passion that night, where Edwina had experienced things that had left her desiring the prince more and more (and him the same). But there was something else too. Something that she could distinctly remember dreaming over when she was a little girl, her parents and sister telling stories of how it would one day happen to her, something that she had feared wouldn't following her failed season. She was in love, and it was a beautiful thing.

But back to the situation at hand. Following their shared night together, Friedrich had promptly made his presence known at the Danbury residents with a series of flowers and gifts---for herself, her sister, her mother, and Lady Danbury. When he had confessed that he had wished to court Edwina, publicly that is but no needed to know that outside of them, Edwina couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach as they burst when his gaze fell on her.

To her surprise, however, her sister and mother shared little of the same sentiment. The bare had briefly shared a glance and it wasn't before long that Edwina knew that they would take more winning over to be impressed. Relaying some of her shared time with the prince prior hadn't helped as much either, as Mary had nearly sent Friedrich from the Danbury residents with threats of meeting at dawn had Edwina not interfered and provided a more informed explanation. And while Mary had been reassured, she very sternly (caring little for the fact that she was speaking to a prince) commented that any meetings between the pair would be chaperoned accordingly and no longer will secret meetings take place.

Edwina sighed in acceptance to the former as, with a swift shared look with Friedrich, it had been silently agreed that their secret meetings would still transpire. She could only hope that they would be successful as her mother's keen eyes would follow them everywhere, that Edwina was sure of.

Kate, while feeling some form of peace that her sister would be well taken care of, held no knowledge of who Friedrich was as a person outside of being a prince and set off to fill in as many blanks as she could. And while Friedrich had answered every one of her, many, questions with relatively diplomatic expertise, Kate still remained hardly convinced. When Friedrich had mentioned that he enjoyed horse riding and hunting, Kate gave him little time before announcing that they should set off tomorrow morning and put that notion to the test as what better way to get to know more about the man who wishes to court her sister.

When they returned, Friedrich discussed little of what he and her sister had talked about before leaving a kiss on her head and disappearing into the night, with a drawn out sigh Edwina had decided to seek Kate out.

"It's just that I don't him, Bon. It was rather of a shock to discover a man standing in Lady Danbury's home with the intent to court you. But then I find out that he is a prince as well, adding on to the fact that you too have known each other for longer-"

Edwina quickly cut in before her sister could overwhelm herself. "I know he hid his identity from me, and I will not lie and say that it did not hurt. But I understand now, Kate, as had I'd known than what the two of us have now would have been weighed down during its developing stages. This is a better alternative."

"I just wish to know more about him is all, prince or not I have to make sure that he can provide for you." Kate placed a hand on Edwina's cheek. "In more than just luxuries but for your heart as well. I know that things had been...tense for a period of time, and we have healed from it, but you will always be my sister and I cannot help but worry."

Edwina simply smiled. "And I love you for it, even more for giving me the chance to take care of this myself. While Friedrich is more than capable of caring for me with his status, I have long since come to find out that he'll care for my heart as well."

It was still evident that the prince still had work to be done in regard to winning over her family, but much to both of their surprise a series of acts would assist them in that process. First had been during a viewing at the opera where Friedrich had sat alongside Edwina with the rest of the Bridgertons, chatting ideally with her in-laws and whispering to her in French when he was sure that no one would catch. During a break in the show, Edwina had moved with Francesca and Eloise to the powder room in hopes of freshing up when she felt the sense of dread that had become all to familiar following her failed season.

Lord Charles and other men of high society muttered jeers and hardly concealed stabbing comments her way, watching her with amusement that could only be found in men who held nothing better to do than humiliate women. Edwina held her head high, doing her best to tune out their comments even as Eloise had sought to give them a peace of her mind. Edwina, however, wished to take no part.

That did not mean that Friedrich thought the same.

The matter was relatively a blur, if Edwina was being honest, as she watched from afar as Friedrich had appeared behind the group of men with a faux cheery deposition with his eyes sharp enough to cut. A bitting smile on his face did not change, but the once arrogant posture of Lord Charles and the men around him dropped and became one of embarrassment and, if Edwina looked close enough, possibly even fear?

When Friedrich left the pair and returned to Edwina's side, he gave off little input on what had just transpired. "We simply talked about how it wasn't appropriate for gentlemen talk about ladies in such a manner, and that they should refrain from doing so. Especially toward you."

Edwina knew that that wasn't the whole story but quickly halted her series of questions when she noticed her mother and sister looking over at the pair, this time with mirroring pride and approval in their eyes. It didn't take long for Edwina to find a mischievous Eloise by their side, who Edwina was sure had informed them of everything that had happened.

"Liebling?" Friedrich questioned when he did not receive a response.

Edwina sighed, reaching to loop their arms together as they moved back to their seats and prepared for the show to start again. "I think you just gained my sister's and mother's approval."

#bridgerton #edwina sharma #kate sharma #mary sharma #the sharma family #sharma family #writing prompt #ask prompt #prince friedrich x edwina sharma #prince friedrich #fredwina

[barbiewritesstuff]

Chapter 3: Friendly Jealousy

-- This one is kinda short, sorry --

Tag list:

@unsure-but-trying

@n3v43hj

"You should tell her" Lieutenant Robert Floyd was three pints of beer into the evening when he decided to strike up a conversation with Hangman. He looked lonely, alone sitting in a corner, looking longingly at his friend. She was chatting -- holding court, really, she was very magnetic-- with Phoenix and Fanboy.

"Bobby, my friend, I would rather die" 

"You might" Bob replied "Think about it, if you don't great, you got it off your chest. If you do, you don't have to deal with the outcome"

"You are convinced she doesn't like me back, huh?"

"You're a jackass, Hangman, no offence."

"Not to her. Never to her." He said "Which is my problem. I think she likes me back and I would rather she didn't live the nightmare of losing a boyfriend when losing a friend is painful enough."

He had gone back from his original idea that she didn't like him back after that jog on the beach. There was something in the way she looked at him then, and now, as she glanced back at him every few minutes to ask if he was okay.

"You're not saving her from pain, you know. You're just prolonging it. Because if you die, she's just going to be losing a 'could-have-been-more-than-a-friend'. So I say tell her."

Hangman drunk to that. He downed his beer, narrowly avoiding brain freeze. 

Bob clapped him on the shoulder.

"I have had a lot to drink, and we're going in the morning. We might die. So, I'm in the mood to do something stupid. Either you tell her or I do, Hangman." 

"Are you threatening me Bobby Boy?" 

"Yes." 

Hangman pushed himself off of his window ledge and walked towards Y/n. She looked really nice in that red dress, it hugged the curves just right. And by the placement of Fanboy's hand on her back, Hangman could tell that Bob wasn't the only one in the mood to do something stupid.

"Can I borrow you for a minute, please" 

They went outside, the cold air feeling like a slap in the face compared to the hug-like temperature of the bar.

The door shut behind them.

"You okay? You sound a little off"

What Hangman had wanted to say was "I'm in love with you. I didn't know, but now I realise that I have always been in love with you. You're air I breathe, the food I eat, the water I drink. You are on my mind from waking up to going to bed. You are what I wake up for. So, if you'll have me, I think we could have something great."

What came out of his mouth, however, was something that would have scared any one else off: "Will you marry me?"

Y/n stood there for a minute with her mouth open, unsure of what to say. 

"Oh God, i've fucked it up" Hangman thought "Why would I even say that?!" 

What if he had misread everything?

"I feel like that's more of fifth date thing…Maybe we could start things of with a first date?" Y/n said with a breathy chuckle "I like the enthousiasm, though" She winked and he sighed, relieved. 

"First date sounds good. What's your opinion on kissing before the first date, since you're a dating expert and all that"

"Advised."

Hangman would havr been happy to just hold her, but kissing was much better. Her lips were soft and she was gentle. It was long and drawn out, and by the time it was finished, Hangman was drunker than any alcohol could ever make him.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #hangman x reader #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #original fic

[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3 Warning; 18+, MDNI

21-A Bull In a China Shop

As a Kryptonian Clark had become acquainted very quickly with the knowledge that everything around him was considerably more dainty than he was. In other words, he was a bull and the rest of the world was the china shop. He could hardly go a day without accidentally slamming a pen down too hard causing a dent in his desk or when unconsciously holding a glass too tightly causing it to shatter. Around his co-workers and friends, he needed to constantly remind himself to be gentle when he shook their hands or hugged them. Sometimes, he hated the feeling that he more often than not could cause a lot more damage if not conscious of himself. What Clark wanted was to feel soft for once, that he was the china plate and everyone else had to be careful. He wanted to be treated like glass. 

One night, after one too many drinks and kisses, you were leaning over Clark with your curious hands. More than an hour ago, you managed to strip him of most of his clothes, leaving him in his unbuttoned pants—you had stopped once the two of you realized that you were way too tipsy for sex—with no shirt. 

“My sweet muscle man,” You teased. 

Your fingertips moved over his abdomen like soft paint brushes, sometimes stopping to dab a bit of metaphorical love in your favorite spots. Before you had decided that the need to be sober was seriously required, Clark said you could be rough with him but you insisted that you rather not. 

“I like it soft,” You had said.

You moved against his body with a such gentle grace that it nearly numbed him from how good it felt. Clark just reveled in it. It was just what he always wanted. You just touched him like he was finger painting that would go on the wall of your museum, and he would be more than happy there. He was yours, completely and utterly without question. 

“You’re so cute,” You cooed when your lips, which had been searing a trail into his skin from the hallow of his neck, finally made it to his temple. 

You were above him, straddling him, looking down at him like a starved man before a feast. He put his hands on your hips as he sat up, much to your displeasure. Whining, you mumbled how you liked it much better when he was laid before you. 

Clark wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. He was so thankful for you it was insane. “I’ll do whatever you say in a second. Just let me hold you first.”

Sighing longingly, you wrapped him in your embrace and the world felt like it was aglow. After another second, he laid back to be at your mercy once again. The second he did, your hands smoothed over his abs then up and over his shoulders. A pleased sigh left you like you were nearly getting off on simply touching him, and Clark didn’t know what he liked better; how precious he felt under your care or the fact that he had such an effect on you. 

His hands touched your thighs on either side of him, slowly moving up until they touched the hem of your underwear. 

“Hm,” You said, looking down at his hand. Taking one off your thigh, you interlocked your fingers before pulling his hand up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “Such sweet hands.”

Clark felt his heart flutter and his cock twitch. “Honey.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Kent?” You slurred a bit, playfully. “Are you okay?”

“Great, but I think I’m getting hungry,” He wasn’t really. “Let’s make something to eat.”

You happily agreed, mumbling something about being starving for the past half hour as you lept from him. Clark watched you disappear from the room before getting up to follow you. 

He could not wait until had you entirely so he could finally let you take everything you wanted.

#clark kent fluff #clark kent x reader #clark kent fanfiction #clark kent x you #clark kent #superman x you #superman x reader #dc superman #superman smut #kal el #dc

[avocado-writing]

Astraphobia

Ryan Lucan (Life Is Strange: True Colors) x GN! Reader

| Rated: E 

| 2.8k words

| Summary: You’ve known Ryan for the past twenty years, and been in love with him for about eighteen of them.

Hey! It’s your last night on fire lookout, right?

 You’re not watching your phone for Ryan’s reply. You're not. And you definitely don't spring to read it when he does, a moment later. 

 Yeah. Promises to be thrilling. 

 You smile to yourself, looking out of the window at the rainclouds rolling in overhead. The downpour is due to be so torrential that if anyone could start a fire you’d give them an award. 

 You fancy some company at the watchtower? I can bring snacks. 

 An ellipses appears, disappears. Appears again. 

 I don’t know. That’s not really protocol…

 No drink, no weed. Completely sober. Just thought you might want some company, seeing as you’ll be stuck there just watching rain otherwise.

 When there’s no immediate response:

 C’mon. Better than listening to your nature CDs for the thirtieth time over. What is it this time? “let’s get wild with wildcats: your audio guide to identifying predators in North America”?

 More ellipses. 

 Okay, okay. You win. But you leave me and my CDs alone. 

 You grin down at your phone. 

 I was right, wasn't i. It was the wildcat one. 

 I plead the fifth. 

 Ah, Ryan Lucan. Your best friend. You’ve known him for the past twenty years, and been in love with him for about eighteen of them. He, sweet gentle boy that he is, is totally oblivious. Which is good. It means you can stare at him longingly without giving the game away. Wonder how his stubble would feel if you were kissing. How tightly those well-toned arms could hold you. 

 It’s fine. You’re fine. Well, not really. But you’re not going to tell him that and risk years of friendship, are you?

 So you load some stuff into your car, shrug on your coat, and start the drive out to Ryan’s firewatch tower. And put a cork in your feelings like you have every time you've seen him for years. 

                                                               *

Ryan holds the door of the little tower open for you as you scurry in, just before the rain starts to hit too hard. You’ve got a cardboard box grasped in your arms, after all, so can’t really operate any handles. 

 “Geez, it kinda looks like you’re moving in,” Ryan says with a gentle smile. You shake the few droplets that got you out of your hair, make a show of looking round the place. 

 “Pretty open. Nice square footage,” you remark as you look around, like a potential tenant would at an apartment viewing. “What’s the rent cost?”

 “It’s free! But you do have to be ready for wildfires to spring up at any time. That’s the catch.”

 “Pretty big catch,” you concede, dropping the box on his bed and fishing something out. “Can I install my own lighting?”

 You hold up a string of lights and grin. Ryan can’t hold back a laugh. 

 “You brought string lights?”

 “Of course I did. They’re whimsical.”

 There’s very little in the way of furniture in the tower. A bed, a desk, a small make-do kitchen. You wind the wire around the metal bedframe the best you can.

 “Ta-da!” you say, showing off your handiwork. Ryan gives a cocked smile, and your heart skips a beat.

 “They certainly brighten up the place.”

 “And that’s not all the gifts I come bearing.”

 You reach into your box and bring out three key ingredients - graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate.

 “I know we aren’t technically camping, but we are in the middle of the woods. So s’mores are pretty much compulsory.”

 Ryan looks doubtfully at his small oven for a moment, but then shrugs.

 “I’m sure we can find a way.”

 Within the next half hour the two of you are sitting on the floor next to your string lights, trying to catch the dollops of marshmallow dripping out of your impromptu s’mores. 

 “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea,” you sigh, trying to pick up some crumbs but only succeeding in smearing some chocolate on the wooden floor. Ryan wipes a piece of cracker out of his beard and then sucks it off his thumb.

 “No. The idea was good. You always have good ideas.”

 He holds your gaze for a moment, then looks at the gently twinkling lights.

 “They call them fairy lights in Britain. Isn’t that fun?”

 “It is fun,” Ryan says, nodding. A beat, and then: “do you remember when we went hunting for fairies when we were kids?”

 You pause in your munching. Wipe your fingers on a napkin.

 “Did we?”

 “Yeah. We were, what, seven? You were convinced you’d seen something under the bridge. We were down there for the whole day, digging in the mud, and we were filthy by the end of it. I think we both got in deep trouble. Never did find those fairies, though.”

 Yeah. Actually, it’s coming back to you. 

 That was the day you first realised you were in love with him.

 Being eight, feeling your heart stir in your chest when you looked over and saw your best friend, bright-eyed and gap-toothed rooting around in the muck because of something you swore you saw. The blinding grin he gave you when you caught his eye.

 Ryan looks like he wants to say something. He opens his mouth –

 But when the first peal of the storm rolls over the sky, you freeze in place. 

 Fuck. You checked the forecast twice before you came out. It wasn’t meant to storm.

Ryan notices your reaction immediately. 

 “Are you okay?”

 You shake your head, digging your nails into your legs. 

 Yeah. You’re terrified of them. Always have been, since you were a kid. They’re too loud, too bright, too unpredictable. 

 “Come here.”

 His voice is soft but leaves no room for argument. He meets you as you shuffle over, pulling you into his arms. You flit between squeezing your hands over your eyes and over your ears, unsure which is better.

 “It won’t hurt you,” he whispers, “this whole thing is grounded. Did you see the copper wires outside?”

 “It will hurt me,” you hiss, “didn’t you read about that town that got destroyed by a storm?!”

 Another clap of thunder rolls through the building and you almost scream. You bury your face in Ryan’s chest. The slow, steady beat of his heart is the absolute parallel to yours, which feels like it’s going a hundred miles an hour. 

 “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I've got you. I have you,” he says, quietly. The arm around you tightens, pulling you to the solid heat of his body. As you squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the thunder to end you feel his thumb begin to rub slow, relaxing circles into your shoulder. 

 He whispers something. You think he just guesses you can’t hear it over the sound of the storm. But being right here, so close to him? 

 Well, you get every word. 

 “I’ve always had you,” he says. There’s something different in his voice. Something you’ve not heard before. 

 Something… longing. 

 You pull back just enough to look into his eyes. They look into yours, searching, and then drop to your lips. 

 “Ryan…” you whisper. Everything feels like a flood. The smell of petrichor rising from outside. The storm rumbling all around. Ryan’s shirt beneath your hands. The soft parting of his lips. 

 It all clicks into place at once. Oh god. He feels the same. 

 “Can I kiss you?” he manages, finally able to string together a sentence. 

 “Yes.”

 And he does. 

 All the times you’ve dreamt about this it’s been an electric thing. With tongues meeting and teeth clacking, the dive of hands under clothes. But this isn’t that. It’s so much better. 

 Ryan’s lips are soft and sure as he presses them onto yours. Chaste, to begin with, but as soon as you respond he goes deeper. Your mouth parts a little so you can taste his bottom lip, take a tiny swipe at it just with the tip of your tongue. He makes a sound in the back of his throat and reaches up to gently card his hand through your hair. Just once. Just to know how it feels. 

 This kiss is perfect. This kiss is so… Ryan. 

 When you’re finished, you rest your foreheads together. Breathe in the same air for a moment. The tips of your noses touch and both of you cannot stop smiling. 

 “That was…”

 “Great?” you hazard. He gives a little chuckle. 

 “I was going to say, ‘something I’d like to do again.’”

 So you do. You close the distance once more, kissing him a little bit more passionately this time. Feeling your body pressed up against his, Ryan takes his cue and lies back on the rug, bringing you with him to lay on top. His hands stroke up and down your sides before eventually settling on your hips. 

 This kiss takes your breath away properly. You’re heavy-lidded when you finally open your eyes. His pupils are blown wide, breathing heavy.

 “Is,” he manages between pants, “is this okay?”

 You nod so hard you almost headbutt him. 

 “Can I touch you some more?”

 “Fuck. Please.”

 His hand skims up your body to your chest, giving you a gentle caress when he gets there. You hum at the feeling. When his other hand cups your cheek, brushing your lip with his thumb, you reach out the tip of your tongue to touch it.

 “Oh god,” he whispers, “you’re so… you’re better than I imagined.”

 “Imagined, huh?” you ask, trying to sound seductive but genuinely surprised. He swallows thickly and you watch his Adam’s apple deliciously bob in his throat.

 “Y…yeah…” 

 He sounds embarrassed. You catch the hand on your face with your own, pressing a kiss into his palm.

 “It’s okay. Me too.”

 Ryan breathes a sigh of relief.

 “C’mere.”

 He drags you back down to kiss, and this time you can feel his hardness pressing against your leg. 

 This is happening. This is happening.

 “Can I do something about that?” you ask. Another swallow, a trepidatious nod as if he can’t quite believe this is happening. As if it may cease to be at any possible moment.

 He watches, hawk-like, as you make your way down his body, pausing when you get to the zipper of his jeans. You release him slowly, seeing the way his breath hitches when you take him out of his boxer briefs.

 His cock is pretty much hard as soon as you touch him. You give him a single, experimental pump, and watch him close his eyes and moan.

 That. That is a sound you could get used to.

 You work his shaft lazily in your hand, watching in delight as he gasps and bucks. He’s a nice size, one you can easily imagine filling you to the brim. He opens his mouth to say something to you, but all power of speech is short-circuited when you lick his head.

 He makes a strangled little noise of delight, amazed. He tastes like salt and sweat, and so you do it again. The thunder outside barely registers now.

 “Oh my god,” he whispers. 

 He reaches down to brush a strand of hair from your face, but makes no other move to grab you in any way. Maybe he’s worried he’d seem too forceful if he did that. You don’t need any encouragement though, anyway - you take him in your mouth and suck him until he reaches the back of your throat.

 He begins to chant your name like a prayer, torn between squeezing his eyes shut in ecstasy and watching your every move. You bob your head up and down his length, playing with his slit each time you reach the top, using your tongue to tease him.

 “How are you so good at this,” he groans. You answer him by taking him all the way down to the base. You watch in delight as he has to use all the restraint in his body not to rut up into you.

 “Stop, shit, stop, or I’ll… and I don’t want to…” he manages. You’re merciful, so do as you’re bid. A light sheen of sweat has broken out on his forehead, he wipes it away with his shirt after he takes it off.

 Oh god. He has so many muscles. How can one human have that many muscles? It’s not fair.

 “Do you want to sit on my face?” he says with such a simple earnestness you almost laugh. Instead you kiss him, sloppy and hard.

 “Next time. Right now, I want to be on top of you.”

 “There’s… there’ll be a next time? This isn’t just to distract you from the storm?”

 His eyes search yours for the truth. You feel a bit heartbroken he could even think of himself as a one-time thing.

 “Oh, Ryan. Fuck. Of course there’ll be a next time. If you want.” And then, because you’re feeling brave, “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

 In that moment, with the storm outside, and the two of you all alone here, it feels like anything could happen.

 And anything does.

 “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” he replies, amazed.

 A thousand things spring through your mind. Since when? Was it the same day I started loving you? Did it break your heart when I got into relationships, like you broke mine? Have you always wanted to grab me and kiss me over the bar? Did you think about me during sex with other people?

 Instead you land on, “Do you have a condom or shall I get the one in my backpack?”

 He shakes his head, but it’s easy for you to grab your bag and grab the little foil packet. You realise, in that moment, you’re still on the fucking floor - but you’re not going to move even if the forces of nature try to teat you apart. 

 You practically tear off your jeans and Ryan kicks his off of his legs, rolling the condom on him in one easy movement. You position yourself over him and go to sink down.

 “Wait-!”

 You stop, look at him. 

 “Are you sure?” he asks, sincerely. 

 Oh, Ryan. The only man you know who’d double check your consent when his dick was millimetres away from being inside you. The best man you know.

 “Of course.”

 He holds his cock, lining himself up with you as you press him inside.

 You’re right. He’s a delicious stretch, but you take him all. In your haste to start fucking him you’ve neglected to remove your shirt, which Ryan reaches up and helps you shrug off. He falls back and watches you, naked, sitting on him, with such reverence it looks like he might start to pray.

 You move your hips and he groans.

 “Oh god, you’re so good…” he whispers, hands once again settling on your hips. Slowly you start to ride him, grinning at the feeling of his dick pressing against that sweet spot inside. Your hand buries in the hair on his chest and you pull it gently, playing with the coarseness. 

 When he reaches between your legs, and when he touches you you see stars. A crack of lightning strikes outside. It’s poetic, because his touch makes it feel like that’s what’s running through your veins.

 “Ryan,” you choke.

 “I know,” he agrees, rolling his hips up to yours, gently fucking into you when you slow the pace down. You plant both your hands on him this time and start to ride him properly. Hips pressed together you bear down on him, giddy in the friction you feel inside you. It doesn’t take long for you to know you’re about to come, and from the way he grits his teeth, you know he must be close too.

 “Oh my god,” he whispers as you clench around him, and a tiny thrust up from him pushes you over the edge. As you crescendo Ryan’s fingers bury into your skin as he releases, a low, low groan being dragged from the depths of his soul.

 You collapse next to him, sweaty, but more alive than you’ve ever been before.

 Outside the storm has rolled past.

 There’s no talking for a moment, just the sound of breathing getting slower and back to normal. Then Ryan takes your hand, sliding his fingers between yours.

 “I know we’ve kinda done this in the wrong order. But, ah, do you want to go on a date?” he asks, sheepishly. You snort at how shy the question is, but reach over and start your answer with a kiss.

 “Yeah, Ryan. Of course.”

 “I, ah. I love you.”

 “I love you too.”

 You can hear the smile in your voice.

#Ryan Lucan x reader #Ryan Lucan/Reader #Ryan life is strange x reader

[msfbgraves]

TIG looks like a bodice-ripper king in The Secret Of Giving. I can picture him like this in Mobland too: kinda scruffy and tousled and rough around the edges after a difficult couple of days running his empire. Daniel would definitely climb that like a tree—and I think Terry would Very Much Appreciate that! Daniel’s usually polished, sleek, sophisticated husband looking like this? The stubble?? The suspenders over the undershirt??? Yeah, Daniel’s not letting him get away until he’s good and laid.

"I can't leave you alone for five minutes, can I?"

Terry whips around to see his mate, looking extra polished compared to himself, tie and jacket long since discarded, shirt half unbuttoned, shoes off, only just awakened from an unplanned nap.

He grins involuntarily at the sight of him. "Danny boy...!"

He sniffs. "What have you been subsisting on? Guinness and cigarettes?"

He looks down, bites his lip. "And coffee."

"That's not coffee, that's barely water." His mate comes in, carrying something that steams and smells divine. "And if you're getting in this state of undress, why aren't you coming home? At least there I could stop people seeing you, give you a chance to freshen up."

He pulls him close. "I missed you too, baby." Then he looks longingly at the crockery in his hand. "What's this?"

"I made ragú, and it isn't even Sunday, so I am expecting thanks. Baked some bread to go with it. Pasta would overcook on the way here."

He kisses his hand. "I love you."

"Hm." He puts the food on the table in the middle of the pub's side room, sniffs at the ashtrays. Terry tears into the bread as Daniel cuts some tomatoes, somehow produces oil, salt, and vinegar. "You'd better tell me what this is about."

He looks up between mouthfuls. "You don't want to know."

"Probably not." He takes off his hat and overcoat. "But going by the state of you, you'd best tell me anyway." He waits a few more bites before he offers: "Russians, is it?"

Terry sighs. "That's just it. They're not Russians. They're Armenians." He busies himself with the food once more.

"Which is a problem, because...?"

"I can't make head or tail of them. Can't even read their alphabet."

Daniel cocks his head. "You don't know Russian."

"No, but I know people who do." Even Amanda has been useful more than once; Europe is swarming with displaced Russian aristocrats.

Daniel gives him a soft smile. "They're still people, Terry."

He snorts. "That would be the day, us fighting robots."

"You're good with people. I've seen you do it. Just watch and learn."

He's never felt so soft. "It's a bit more complicated than that, mo cuishle."

He shakes his head. "Nah. Money, power and sex, that's all anyone is after. Speaking of..."

The next move is pure instinct. "What."

He blinks, all lashes. "You'd better hurry up before my Alpha sees you."

He stands up. "Oh?"

"I came to find him, Sir. I got lonely. But now... with you here..."

Terry narrows his eyes. "He'd smell it on you."

Daniel frowns. "He's barely been thinking of me. Always working. I wouldn't complain, but..."

He grabs his neck. "But what?"

He gasps. "I have needs too, mister."

"Oh?" He nuzzles his neck. "Like what?"

"Like you." He kisses him. "Rough. Unkept."

He laughs. "You brat!" Daniel shrugs, laughing. "Punish me then."

"Just you wait," he says before diving into another kiss. "You wait till your Alpha gets home, little one. He's not letting this slide, I promise you."

Daniel nestles against his collarbone. "I hope not."

#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #mob au

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Radium Girls

Based on the Phic Phight prompt: Uh oh! Star has a crush…on Paulina. She doesn't want to talk to any of her friends about it, but she desperately needs to get some advice, so she decides to talk to the only person at Casper who doesn't seem to care what anyone thinks of them: Sam Manson. (from @bleedingectoplasm)

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[Warnings for mentions of radium poisoning and minor swearing]

A lot of students at Casper High thought that being one of the A-listers meant they'd have it made. After all, the popular kids had it easy. None of them had problems, or fears, or complex inner turmoil. They all knew exactly who they were. They were confident, comfortable. That was what made them popular in the first place.

Of course, that wasn't true in the slightest, and Star knew that better than anyone. Dash had troubles at home, judgemental parents whose expectations he could never meet. Paulina, flawless Paulina, only put up a façade of confidence to hide her how deeply self-conscious she was. She spent an hour staring in the mirror every day, looking for gray hairs and pimples, terrified of her looks fading because she thought her looks were all she had.

Kwan was always so cheerful and happy around his friends, but Star had heard his parents yelling at him about how he'd never amount to anything if he only focused on sports and not classes. Kwan worked very hard in his classes, and had a 'B' average, but that wasn't good enough, apparently. And Star? Star had her own share of problems. Namely, a burgeoning crush that cut into her heart like a jagged knife, because she knew she could never pursue it.

Star sighed softly for the hundredth time that day as she stared across the classroom at Paulina, sitting in the front row. Perfect, lovely Paulina, so mean to others, yet so nice to Star.

She probably didn't really belong in this level of math, honestly, but Star always helped her with her math homework in the evenings to keep her grade up and help her pass. Star was happy to do it, because as long as she did, Paulina could stay in the same math class as her, and she could spend fifth period staring longingly from her seat in the back row. She used to sit next to Paulina until the teacher separated them for talking too much.

When they first started, Star's feelings had been manageable. Unfortunately, they'd only grown stronger as time passed. She'd never been that great at hiding her emotions. Now, after months, she felt like she might burst if she couldn't tell anyone.

But she couldn't tell anyone.

Her friends would probably laugh at her, or tell Paulina behind her back, and they all had their own problems to deal with. If she talked to anyone else, it would be all over the school by tomorrow. She had to keep it in. Her social status was more precarious than her classmates seemed to think, and being outed would absolutely ruin her.

"Star, Sam, you'll be working together," their history teacher announced, and both girls groaned. Star was usually better at paying attention, but history was the last class of the day, and once school was out, she had cheer practice with Paulina, so she'd been a bit lost in her thoughts. That happened more often than she cared to admit lately.

Sam approached her after class and slammed a piece of paper on her desk while Star slipped her things into her bag. "My phone number," she said.

"You're not my type," Star shot back with a derisive look.

"Shut up." Sam rolled her eyes. "I know you have cheer practice or whatever, so text me when you're done so we can meet up and work on the project."

"I can just do it myself," Star told her.

"Not a chance," Sam refused. "If you don't text me I'm going to your house at five. No offense or anything—who am I kidding, I don't give a crap if you're offended—I'm don't trust you. Even if you do make something we get a good grade on, it'll probably be about, I dunno, historical jewelry, or the origin of cheerleading or something dumb like that."

"And let me guess, you want to do the Salem Witch Trials, or something equally mainstream history? Right? It is less work that way, but it's kind of stereotypical, don't you think?" Star scoffed, but she stuffed the number into a pocket in her bag. "Fine, I'll text you when cheer practice ends at four-thirty. But we're meeting at you're place. I don't want my parents thinking I associate with your kind of people."

"Whatever, fuck you very much. I'll see you later," Sam said. She slung her silly little spider backpack over her shoulder and left the classroom.

—

"Something wrong, Star?" Paulina asked, because for all her mean girl behaviors, she was surprisingly perceptive when it came to her friends.

"I got paired up with Sam Manson for a history project," Star moaned immediately. "I have to go to her house, which is probably haunted, and I bet she's gonna make us do the project on some dumb witch trials or something, and I wanted to do it on all the petty drama between Tesla and Edison!" 

"Oh my God, Star, I can't believe you have to do that!" Paulina said sympathetically, and wrapped her best friend up in a comforting hug. Star's heart beat so fast she thought it might actually explode when Paulina finally let go of her. "Whatever you do, don't let her get any goth on you, alright?"

"God no!" Star said, genuinely alarmed at the thought of herself in goth clothes, and thankful for something to think about besides how soft Paulina's skin was, and how warm her arms had been around her. "Black so doesn't suit me."

"I wasn't gonna say it, but it makes your skin look totally washed out," Paulina agreed. "Red is much more your color, brings out your pretty, rosy cheeks." Star nodded in complete agreement and carefully did not blush at the compliment, nor gasp when Paulina took her by the hand and dragged her onto the field for practice.

When cheer practice was over, Star dug the phone number out of her backpack and sent a text.

[practice over whats ur address -star]

She waited, toweling the sweat off her neck and drinking water until Sam texted back the street and number.

[thx eta 15]

Star cleaned up, changed and said goodbye to the rest of the girls. She climbed onto her teal blue Vespa and headed to Sam's place to get their stupid history project over with. The sooner they worked on it, the sooner they'd be done.

The Manson house was nothing like Star expected. Logically, she should've guessed that Sam's parents weren't as goth as she was, and it was their home, so maybe assuming there would be black bricks and gargoyles had been a bit over the top. It was big, and very fancy, but it looked, aesthetically speaking, much the same as all the other homes on the street.

Star parked her scooter and walked up to ring the doorbell. Sam herself answered the door and immediately let Star in, leading her up to her room. Sam's room was much closer to what Star had been expecting, with black and purple curtains, gothic wallpaper, a shelf full of creepy-looking dolls, and a trunk at then foot of the bed shaped like a coffin.

"I'm just making it known now that I don't want to do this project on witch trials," Star said. "It would be nice if we could pick a topic we're both interested in, or at least one neither of us hates."

"I suppose I can't argue with that," Sam reluctantly agreed. "So what kinds of historical stuff are you interested in?"

"Math and science are more my areas," Star admitted. "I initially was hoping to do this project on Tesla and Edison's famous rivalry, but I imagine you don't want to research two old, white guys who hated each other."

"Yeah, pass," Sam scoffed. "I'd suggest topics, but I can't really think of any sciencey ones. All I'm coming up with are more occult-leaning."

"What about the radium girls?" Star suggested after a moment of thought. "It's got activism, fighting against greedy capitalists, dangerous chemicals, horrifying deaths, the works."

"Oh, I think I've heard of that," Sam nodded thoughtfully. "They had to paint watch dials to make them glow, and the radium they were painting with made them sick, right?"

"Radium does a lot more than just make people sick, but that's the gist of it. So, do we have a topic?"

"Yeah, I'm down for that." 

With their topic chosen, they got to work researching. The two of them actually worked fairly well together, dividing up the work and getting it done efficiently.

"I gotta say," Sam spoke up after a little while, "I know you said you could do this project by yourself before, but I honestly thought I'd end up doing most of the work. I was forced to do a lab project with Paulina once, and she barely lifted a finger."

"She's... more suited to supervising and management," Star said, and Sam responded with a derisive snort.

"That's a nice way of saying she does fuck all."

"She doesn't like getting her hands dirty, but I do mean it when I say she's a good manager," Star argued. "If you'd ever see her manage a cheer practice, you'd get it. She's actually super organized and really good at taking charge and getting people to where they're needed. Everyone's got their strengths, you know?"

"Uh, barf." Sam faked a gag for effect. "Put away those heart eyes, would ya?"

"What?" Star's eyes widened in alarm.

"It was a joke, chill."

Silence fell, and Sam looked back to her computer but Star only bit her bottom lip in thought. She'd been all but bursting to talk to someone about her feelings for Paulina, and maybe now was the time. She couldn't talk to any of her friends about it, but... well, Sam was the one person at school who never cared what anyone thought of her. Maybe it would be okay.

"What if it's not a joke?" Star asked.

"What?"

"What if I do have 'heart eyes' for Paulina?" she reiterated. "What then?"

"I dunno, what're you asking me for?"

"Sam... you're so cool. Do you know that?" Star told her.

"I'm not cool, I'm a loser."

"But you are cool! We may rag on you about your clothes and how you act, but it never gets to you. You just don't care, no matter what we say. You never get rattled, or self-conscious.... I've always admired that about you."

"You admire me?" Sam asked, confused and unconvinced.

Star hesitated before nodding. I was weird to admit it out loud, but it was completely true. Even if she was weird, and goth, and Star did not care for her aesthetic at all, Sam was undeniably cool.

"How do you do it?" Star asked. "How can you be so unbothered. I'm constantly worried, overthinking, trying not to mess up, or let anyone figure me out. I mean, I can't even talk to my own friends about my crush because I'm absolutely terrified of what they would think, but you.... Do you remember back in middle school when you asked out Miranda and she called you a slur and you broke two of her toes stomping on her foot and she moved away? I could never have the confidence to do that in a million years, but it was awesome."

"Uh... thanks?" Sam said. She stared at the blonde for a moment, thoughtfully. "Do you really have a crush on Paulina?" Star nodded. "Well... good luck and condolences, I guess."

Condolences? Star's shoulders slumped at that. It meant that Sam didn't think it could work out. That Star would inevitably be disappointed.

"If it makes you feel any better, I get having a crush on a friend and not wanting to tell them because you're afraid of ruining your friendship," Sam assured her. "I have a crush on Danny, and I'm mostly waiting for it to go away, because I already know he likes preppy girls, and probably wouldn't be interested in me."

"At least you know he likes girls," Star groaned miserably. "Honestly, what is wrong with me? I could have basically any guy at school, and here I am with 'heart eyes' for my straight best friend? It's a waste of my good looks!"

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with you," Sam scowled. "I mean, you have questionable taste, but liking girls isn't anything bad. Girls are hot, even Paulina, although her negative qualities pretty much cancel out her looks if you ask me."

"The mean girl thing is an act," Star said. "I mean, not completely. You hates you guys, but with the rest of the A-listers, Paulina isn't nearly that bad. She's actually really attentive toward her friends, and she memorizes all out schedules so she can organize days to hang out as a group, and she color-codes her day planner, and she bought this really nice jasmine and vanilla perfume for me because I mentioned that it smelled nice."

"Wow, you've really got it bad for her, huh?"

"My point is, she's not as bad as she wants people to think."

"Why would anyone want people to think they're a bitch?" Sam asked.

"She wants to feel superior over people because she's self-conscious and unsure of her place in the world," Star said. "It's a common teenage conundrum. You do basically the same thing, but in a different way. You think you're better than everyone else because you're strong willed and anti-conformist, but really you're just as uncertain as the rest of us, aren't you?"

"Wow, just flay me alive, why don't you?"

"Sorry," Star apologized. "My mom's a therapist, so I just sort of... notice things. I should've kept my mouth shut."

"Nah, it's fine," Sam said. "We're fourteen. None of us know our place in the world. It'd be more weird if we did know exactly what we wanted to do in life, and who we wanted to be."

"Yeah."

"You know, you don't have to jump into the deep end," Sam said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, well, the way you're talking, it sounds like you think you're only options are to tell Paulina how you feel and destroy your friendship, or to keep all of your feelings bottled up forever. You can work your way up to the hard stuff."

"How so?" Star asked, scrunching up her eyebrows.

"I dunno, casually compliment her looks," Sam suggested with a shrug. "Comment occasionally that you think a girl is pretty. Hold her hand in a friendly way. That sort of thing. Drop hints. Build up to coming out and maybe, if you want to, even telling her how you feel. I hate this saying, but you know about the boiling frog analogy, right?"

"If you put a frog in boiling water it'll jump out, but if you put it in cold water and slowly turn up the heat it'll boil to death?" Star recalled. "That's not true, by the way. If you put a frog in boiling water it'll die almost instantly and if you put it in cold water and turn up the heat, it'll jump out when it starts to get uncomfortable." 

"I know, but that's not the point," Sam said. "The radium girls are a good example too, actually. They were exposed to small doses of poison and didn't realize how much it was affecting them until their bones were gone, but if they'd been exposed to a much higher dose that killed them much faster, they probably would've noticed something was up before their jaws fell off." Star cringed.

"Okay, kind of a gross analogy, sorry," Sam apologized. "The point is, instead of dropping a bomb on her, if you slowly get Paulina used to the idea of other girls being attractive, of casually touching you, of you liking girls, she's more likely to take it well and at least let you down gently, even if she doesn't accept your feelings. Get it now? You don't have to jump in the deep end."

"Yeah... yeah, I think I understand now," Star said. "Thanks, Sam. I'm really glad i decided to talk to you."

"Yeah... glad I could help." Sam grumbled, though Star could see the tiny traces of pride in her expression. "Can we get back to work now?"

"Right! Sorry for derailing our study session." With that, they got back to researching, and writing their report.

#phic phight 2023 #phic phight #fic #things i wrote #dp #danny phantom #sam manson #star dp

[yuukei-yikes]

Which is better? Hs harutaka or POST STR harutaka?

why is this written in a funny font. am i the only one seeing the font. i feel so intimidated. like damn bro ill answer put the gun down

anyways neither of them is better or worse i ❤️ both. One cannot exist without the other. both are good they're just a little different dynamics 🙏🙏🙏 like one is awkward cringe teenager crush and the other is married era. you know. how do u compare. like both are good?? its just in one theyre younger and in the other theyre older (= yet to be traumatized vs traumatized)

personally i do like seeing post str content a little more just because ITS THE HAPPY ENDING YKNOW..and its haruka&takane finding their way back to each other after everything and i i i i i *descent into madness* also i think there's generally a lot more fan content set in the hs days so i sigh longingly abt post str content everyday. but cringy hs harutaka has to exist to give place to cringy older harutaka you know!! they can be like oh my gooood our ocs. we were so cringe. anyways our wedding rings should say player 1 and player 2. that is so not cringe like we used to be :333 like theyre still very much cringe you know. but they think they arent. they're like we're GROWN now we aren't LIKE THAT anyway asterisks nuzzles&kisses asterisks... :3 xddddd!!! because they compare to how they used to be and the bar is low and also theyre so happy that theyre together that they kinda. cant see how fucking embarrassing they are. thats what live shintaro reaction is good for 🙏

like im sorry im all for blushing mess takane and stuff like yeahyeahyeah i get it but girl.... i hate when ppl make it like she totally reverts back to how she used to be. like u cannotttt miss the point so badly. takane never thought she'd see haruka again her ass IS NOT wasting her chance being that embarrassed now. that's a huge pet peeve i have with fan content like both in hs/str settings where takane can't behave like a normal person around haruka like that's SOOOO untrue. they're best friends she's totally normal to him even if she gets silly sometimes. like there are so many examples but my favorite is in the sixth novel when takane calls haruka on the phone and she's kinda like OMGGG IF U WERENT BUSY ID TOOOTALLY WOULD'VE TAKEN U SOMEWHERE YOU WOULD'VE LOOOOVED... and haruka's like UM HEHE next time ok!! and takanes like NOT GONNA HAPPENNNN❤️❤️❤️ stupid fucking cringe ass flirting sorry like. sorry. not only is she able to speak normally but she cringely flirts with him. and when ppl make it like she can't speak while around him or is just grumpy 1000% of the time it makes me sick. LIKE haruka describes her as easily excitable and like a gentle girl and i ugh *BITE BITE BITE BITE BITE BITE* SHE'S SO INSANELY MISUNDERSTOOD BC PEOPLE WANNA PUT HER IN THE TSUNDERE BOX SO BAD

also COME ON what i love abt her is that as soon as she figures out she likes him she makes a run for it and despite she's terrified she wants to tell him?? and none of her thoughts are abt OHH BUT WHAT IF HE DOESNT LIKE ME BACK like TAKANE NEVER EVER wonders if haruka likes her back once she figures it out. only ayano's lesbian ass says anything abt haruka reciprocating or not. she's not worried abt being rejected... or she dies before she could worry LMAOOOO but she's just terrified she cannot tell him how much he means to her. and then she really CANT tell him, and she has to live with that regret for what she thinks is gonna be forever, but then she DOES see him again. she IS able to tell him. sorry. she would be so insanely cringely embarrassingly happy that she doesnt give a fuck abt being all blushing COME ON. ofc she would get embarrassed but no more or less than haruka lol. and haruka is like WHAA??? MEEEE??? NO WAY....MEEEE??? OMG...HEHE... WAIT MEEEE??? FOR REALLLL??? HEHEH....WAIT LIKE MEEEE!?!?!?!?! the sillies *goes crazy* theyre so cringe and gross kissing together but good for them

and i KNOW how in their chapter together in the eighth novel takane's kinda grumpy but listen. i will defend her here. they LOST. novel route is not a good ending. and takane HATES LOSING‼️‼️‼️ haruka literally comments it, like he says takane hates losing. like am i forever mad jin robbed us of seeing them actually reunite and we only get a short as hell little moment between them that compared to everyone else's moments feels slapped on last minute? yeah a little. is it still well written and a rly solid harutaka moment? yes🙏 like not only the bit abt haruka saying he loved takane's snippy attitude but also ene's high energy and etcetc but like. ausnfknxoenxkeix GOD i love at the end when takane smirks and then haruka thinks abt how easily influenced he's always been by her and also smirks and theyre just kinda smirking to each other like HEH HEH HEH.. YEAH NEXT TIME WE WILL WIN. fuckingidiots smiling like that ABOUT THE FACT THEIR REALITY IS ABOUT TO BE RESET AND ESSENTIALLY ARE ABOUT TO DIE ONLY TO MEET AGAIN NEXT TIME AND GO THROUGH EVERYTHING AGAIN. BUT THEIR ASSES ARE LIKE >:3!! LITERALLY SO SILLY. sorry. i love them. i excuse takane grumpiness for this reason like it was NOT an ideal happy ending so ofc she wasn't super into it 💔

AND ANYWAYS IM PROVEN RIGHT BY LOST DAY HOUR MANGA *KISSES AND TUCKS IT IN BED* LOST DAY HOUR MANGA💞💘💖💕💝💝💗 TAKANE'S SO CHEERFUL IN IT🥺🥺🥺 AND IVE ALWAYS KNOWN. IVE ALWAYS SAID IT. AND THEN THAT CAME OUT AND I WAS PROVEN RIGHT. NEVER FUCKING DOUBT ME

i need to explode. or whatever. My dumbass thinking this was gonna be a short reply

#ask tag #kagenalysis #should this go in the main tag. #oh what the hell.im tagging it #harutaka

[biggiesmallsblackchevytahoe]

i really did mean to write things; i just haven't yet. here's a short scene that i'll edit and integrate into a longer piece later.

"Go on, sweetheart, feast your eyes," they grinned wickedly, their glistening white teeth on display.

It's impossible for them to be that white- and that sharp, she thought. It's like they made dentures out of fresh shark teeth.

And in the very next moment, she wondered what it might be like to be bitten by them.

"C'mon over, mi churrito, and I'll happily cure your curiosity," they answered. Another radiant grin. So beautiful. So impossible. Especially after three large pizzas and a box and a half of cheesy bread. They took their time rolling sideways on the futon, which groaned miserably under their weight, so that the full wealth of their belly could hang free. Possibly due to the pressure change on their belly, a small burp erupted from them, eliciting an immediate blush from the observer. She promptly steered her eyes to the empty beer bottles, the discarded pasta tins, the untouched napkin pile- anything but that gorgeous belly.

"Aww, don't do that," the comfortable lounger whined in response. "All your life, dodging pleasure- hell, even just plain comfort- look at the state of you. My big, full, sweaty gut gets you wet. I know it does; you know it does. Say it."

Dolce bit her lips. "I-"

"The rest of the team isn't here, churrito," the spirit enthused. "No one to condemn you, think less of you, abandon you. There's just you, me, and my partner- wherever he is. He's running late. He's always late. It's not that he doesn't want to get where he's going; it's just-" They paused, and raised a single finger of one puffy hand. The pause was just long enough for Dolce to get the slightest bit concerned.

"Are... you...?"

Dolce's show of curiosity was interrupted by a long, loud, chunky belch.

"Ahh, much better," the spirit sighed comfortably, allowing the raised hand to return to their belly. "As I was saying. It's not that he doesn't want to get to us; it's that he doesn't want to leave where he is to do it. That's Sloth for you."

Dolce blinked in stunned silence for a few moments, and the spirit chuckled softly.

"You knew who I am. You knew the moment you saw me, and you know that I knew that you knew. But, to keep up appearances, I'm Gluttony. Extremely pleased to make your acquaintance."

Dolce watched with a rising degree of infatuation and concern as the person who had just introduced themself began gently massaging their belly.

"If you think I forgot that you were supposed to admit out loud how hard and wet this big beer belly of mine is making you, you are quite mistaken, ma'am," Gluttony said as they smiled their shark tooth smile. "Say it."

Dolce took a deep breath and cleared her throat unnecessarily. "You... your... your belly... is..."

Gluttony made a beckoning gesture with their hand, and faster than Dolce could think, she was on her knees in front of the hard-pressed futon. She was right at eye level with the fabulous mound of flesh that grumbled and growled its discontent at not yet being completely packed full. Gluttony reached forward slowly and took her hand in theirs, then rested it on the side of their gut, breathing deeply as they did so that the entire thing rolled with the intake and release.

Dolce lost the power of speech entirely. She could only gaze longingly at Gluttony's fuzzy belly. Her cock throbbed with an ache that felt as though it reached down into her thighs.

"Imagine how it'll look when I fuck you," Gluttony whispered knowingly. "My whole dick disappearing into you while this gut rolls up and over everything in its path. Ah, and-"

Gluttony issued a closed mouth belch so deep that it rattled in Dolce's balls.

"That," they announced, playfully blowing the belched air into Dolce's face. "You love it. Admit it. Rub my belly and tell me how much you want me to let it flop onto you, press down on you, slop up and down your back. Tell me how you want me to fuck you deep and slow enough to work up all the gas bubbles in this wide expanse of gut I've got, one belch at a time."

Dolce did none of that. On instinct, she simply leaned forward and sucked as much of Gluttony's belly as she could into her mouth. The purr of pleasure that arose in response caused her dick to twitch.

[chippedaxe]

Hi, how are you? You literally write so well. Can i pls request Karl trying to get the female reader pregnant maybe? Like they were both talking about it and they say that they're reader and Karl literally just gets to work lmao also dom! Karl pls?

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Title: Baby Making

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, breeding, pregnancy mentions, no protection, sub reader, pet names?, hair pulling, praising, soft sex

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader gets bred by Karl Jacobs.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: I don’t know a lot about pregnancy tbh, I’ve never been pregnant before.

- idk if this story actually makes sense, I didn't proof read (or edit)

*I'm good ty for asking (and ty for the compliment) ! Altho i wrote this when my fingers were cold :(

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You sat across the room from your loving boyfriend, twiddling your thumbs together as you tried to think about what to say next. You had no idea how to bring this concept up with him, you felt as if he wouldn’t be ready and would shut you down and you were worried as fuck. Karl leaned back in his chair and sighed “I know something’s on your mind, you wanna spit it out baby?” he asked you with a hushed voice.

“Y- yes actually, I’ve been wanting to bring this up with you for some time now but uh.. I just could never find the right words..” you lowered your head and tried to figure it all out “Oh uh- this isn’t gonna be something bad is it? I promise I’ll be better- If this is about my reluctance towards my chores than I swear I’ll drop it!” he exclaimed “No- no!” you couldn’t help letting out a little laugh at his silliness.

“Karl darling, I love you so so much.. And I was thinking..” you glanced away from him. “You were thinking what, sweetheart?” Karl got up from his chair and walked over to you, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look him in the eyes “Oh don’t look at me like that Karl!” your face heated up and you pushed him away gently. “Like what?” he smiled at you and you smiled back, many thoughts rushing through your head as you knew exactly what you wanted.

“I want a family with you.” you had finally blurted it out, lost in Karl’s eyes as you stared back at him. “You want what?” Karl was taken back “I want a baby- is that too much? I can wait if you’re not ready..” you started to apologize “I didn’t mean to make you-” he stopped your talking by shutting you up with a kiss “Of course I want that! I’d love to have little me’s running around- I just never would’ve thought that you’d.. You know..” he blushed a bit.

“You never thought I’d what?” you teased “I never thought you’d actually bring it up! I thought the thought of pregnancy would terrify you!” Karl explained “It did at first but then I saw how happy other couples were with their children and I just knew that was what I wanted..” you reached out and cupped Karl’s face “You mean the family we saw yesterday at the supermarket? I thought the same thing..” Karl leaned in and kissed your face all over.

“No matter what gender our baby is- I want them to have a gender neutral name” Karl explained “Of course if you had a specific name in mind then I wouldn’t care but-” he shrugged “Anything is fine with me, I love you” you wrapped your arms around him and brought him into a tight hug. “So- we should get started then, huh?” Karl whispered in your ear, you didn’t have much time to process what he’d actually said until you replied with “Yeah- we should.”

Your clothes were torn off in a matter of seconds, underwear thrown somewhere on the floor and your bra nowhere to be seen. “Oh wow!” you gasped as Karl towered over you “This okay? You want me to go slower?” Karl asked you but you shook your head “I love this new energy in you!” you smiled up at him “yeah, you do?” he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips. You leaned your head back onto the pillows and then smiled in delight as you watched Karl slip his shirt off, tossing it behind him and then working his way to getting his belt undone.

Karl unbuckled his belt and began to pull at it, keeping eye contact with you every moment as he got undressed. You lowered your eyes and watched him take off his belt, noticing a very noticeable bulge growing in his pants. Karl straddled your body, legs on either side of you as he began to kiss your body. He nipped and sucked on the soft parts of your skin, hands rubbing up your sides and groping your soft mounds of flesh.

You squirmed a bit, writhing in pleasure and pure bliss. Karl kissed down your neck, biting it gently every so often just to keep your attention. Karl’s hands groped your breasts, fingers pinching your soft nipples “ah..” you gasped. Karl licked them, leaving his warm saliva on your nipples and watching them harden as the air grew colder.

"Oh this is new.." you smiled "Gotta get used to this, hun" Karl winked back at you. Your hand flew to his head, fingers running through his brown locks, tugging a bit on accident when your fingers found a knot in his hair "ah-" Karl let out a soft moan. "Oh you like that, do you?" you grinned as you repeated your action and pulled his head back away from your chest.

Karl bit his lip as he stared at you, admiring your face and body with his eyes. "Oh you're so gorgeous, darling" he jumped on top of you and pressed his lips against yours, teeth grazing against your lip as he was desperate to get his tongue in your mouth "mm-calm down!" you gasped as his desperation. He had never been so hungry for you in his whole life.

Karl grabbed your hips, sliding his hands down to squeeze and grope at your thighs. His tongue glided around the inside of your mouth, the sensation making you groan and clench your thighs together. Karl slapped your leg at your reaction, causing you to jolt a bit and open them back up again. Karl pulled away for a moment "Keep them open, love" he told you before going back in for another kiss full of heat and passion.

Your hands found themselves sliding up Karl's chest and feeling his warm skin. You pulled your head off Karl to breathe, huffing and puffing while trying to catch your breath "Breathless already? But we've only just begun, Darling do you need a break?" Karl rubbed your back gently and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm fine, baby- just finding it hard to keep up with your fast pace!" you admitted "I can get a bit carried away- should I slow down?" he asked again "no way! And if you ask again then I'm gonna slap you!" you joked around "And what if I want you to?" he smirked. You met his smart remark with a slap, stunning him for a moment "oh you sure are strong, darling- I hope our child is as tough as you.." he leaned in.

"I hope they're as caring as you, my love" you caressed his cheek and nuzzled his face. Karl started to massage your thighs gently as you two longingly gazed at each other, his hand somehow finding its way between your legs and rubbing your clit gently. "mm.." you hummed in pleasure, feeling yourself melt away in his touch. "This feel good, hun?" Karl asked "very." you gave him a quick kiss.

You slid your legs open a little wider so Karl could slide in between them "Think you're ready for me, darling?" Karl asked "Always ready for you, my love.." you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again. You nipped at Karl's bottom lip in surprise as he suddenly thrust inside of you "Oh I'm so sorry, dear!" you apologized "Don't worry, just kiss it better" he smiled and kissed you again.

You kissed him a lot, you couldn't help it, his face was too adorable to be left unkissed! Karl's cock stretched against your walls, your vagina squeezing around him "ah- that feel's so good.." you grasped onto his shoulders and yelped when Karl suddenly pushed himself in deeper. His cock head was prodding deep inside of you, the sensation making you squirm "feel's weird- and good" you exclaimed.

"Where? Here?" he asked as he kept rubbing up against that certain spot, making you wiggle around on the bed "Darling. Stay still" Karl sighed and pinned you down. Your hands came off of Karl, now gripping onto the blankets to try and keep you from moving around too much.

"Love- I think I'm gonna cum. Are you ready for this?" Karl placed a hand over yours, looking deep into your eyes "Y-yes- I'm ready!" you nodded your head. Karl burst his load inside of you, his hot seed coating the inside of your vagina and leaking out a bit down your legs "oops- looks like we're gonna have to fill you up again, what do you say?" Karl smiled sweetly. You groaned and leaned back on the bed "Round 2 it is." you replied as you got comfortable, you were gonna be here a while.

#karl jacobs x reader smut #karl jacobs smut #c!karl jacobs smut #c!karl smut #dream smp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dsmp smut #dream smp smut #dsmp x reader smut #dreamsmp x reader smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy

[joheunsaram]

Hi!!! Gummy bears in a heart shaped box, wrapped in cellophane with pink ribbon. Missing the “to make a power couple” couple lol 😂

Valentine’s Distance

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Summary- A Valentine’s drabble for our power couple. Namjoon is on tour and you miss him very much. Set between chapter 8 and 9 :3

word count- 1.3k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, idolau, fluff, smut

warnings- heavily implied sex, MUSHY MUSHY LOVE

a.n- I haven’t written this couple in so long and honestly writing this made me miss them so much 😭😭 thank you anon for helping me remember my love for them.

This is not betaed! So apologies for any mistakes!

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Hey pretty girl,” Namjoon’s voice carried over the static, his face just a collection of blown out pixels that had you wondering why a hotel his company was blowing money on had such bad internet. Yet, even though his face was a blur you could see how his lips lifted into a smile, his dimples denting his cheeks in a way that made you want to go through the screen and poke them. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Joonie,” you giggled, burrowing further into your comforter, his pillow underneath you still smelling like his shampoo, like ginseng and fresh waterfalls, like comfort. Your AirPods poked your ear as you settled on your side, staring longingly at the screen. Despite being used to spans of time apart, it never became easier to not have him around. “I wish you were here.”

“Me too, baby,” he sighed, a pout making his lips appear larger and oh so kissable that you couldn’t help cheesily bringing the phone to your lips, pecking the screen.

“Did you just kiss your phone?” he laughed, a hand covering his face in second-hand embarrassment but you stuck to your guns, arguing that it was your house and you could do whatever you pleased. “I thought it was our house!” he argued and you couldn’t help but laugh, turning to lie on your back.

“Well I’m the only one here, so it’s my house right now,” you quipped petulantly with a grin, trying to mask the pang in your chest that he wasn’t around for your first Valentine’s together in your shared home. You weren’t one to celebrate the cheesy holiday, but then again no one else had made you feel like Namjoon, so loved and content. You sometimes wished your job was more flexible, that you didn’t have to worry about running a company, just so you could go with him on tour like a groupie.

“Nah uh! *Our house,” he said, refusing to give up. If the connection was better you would’ve noticed the familiar background as he paced around the hotel hallways. You just giggled at his remark, having not had time to catch up in so long that just seeing his face was enough to make you giddy. You stared at him longingly, the warmth of your comforter not nearly a good enough substitute for his embrace.

He mirrored your gaze, laughing before he was shaking his head as he walked through a door on screen. “Damn you’re really unaware of your surroundings aren’t you?” he commented with a smirk, enjoying the confused furrow of your brow.

He didn’t clarify, and instead you felt a heavy weight on you, a scream escaping your lips as your heart banged against your rib cage. All you heard was his laugh, loud and unbridled; each syllable punctuated in a way that had your panic ebbing into a warm glow.

“Surprise!”

He wrapped his arms around you over the comforter, holding you in a vice grip by your sides as you groaned, annoyed that he wouldn’t let you jump him as you wished.

“Kim Namjoon! Let me kiss you!” you exclaimed, wanting nothing more than to reciprocate his embrace and he acquiesced, letting go to cage your head between his forearms, his weight comforting on top of you. His lips met yours without delay, letting you dive into him, cheeks flushed from the euphoria of being in his arms again.

“Happy Valentine’s, pretty girl,” he whispered, a hand stroking your hair, fingers massaging the scalp and you couldn’t help mirror his actions with a content smile.

“I love you,” you confessed once again, and regardless of how many times you had told him those three words, they never lost their effect on him, his cheeks flushing and eyes disappearing behind a grin impossibly too big.

Nuzzling into your neck, he inhaled your scent, letting it heal him, letting him get lost in just how much you improved his existence just by existing. Placing a kiss in the skin, he relished the way you trembled under him and before long he was pulling away the comforter and discarding both your clothes just to feel your skin on his.

“I love you,” he chanted as he worshiped each centimetre of your body, the words feeling too inadequate to describe just how you melted his heart till it was brimming from each of his pores. The way you made him feel secure, wanted, invincible — you made him feel like he was on top of the world even when he felt small or lost.

He wished he could’ve given you the Valentine’s he wanted, a parade of roses and chocolates and fancy dinners. He would give you the world if he could, even if he knew that you didn’t care for the pageantry, but with his busy schedule all he could guarantee was his presence and his undivided attention as he made you descend into pleasure again and again. He wanted to pause the moment, pause time so he could hold you forever, love you forever, but all he had was twenty four hours till he returned back to the glitz and glamour of the stage. So he let himself be lost in you, in your gasps and moans, in your walks as they clenched around him, inviting him to make you his home.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he repeated the sentiment he always had on long durations away from you, the feeling a thousand times stronger now that he knew what it was like to wake up everyday in your arms. He collapsed on to you, exhausted after the long flight and the incredible way you made him feel and your giggles only ignited the warmth he felt — a warmth he could never describe no matter how proficient he was at poetry.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, lips caressing his sweaty hair and arms stroking his back. “You tired, baby?”

He hummed, moving so he was on his side, his face inches from yours as he pulled you impossibly close. You never wanted to leave the comfort of his arms, and so you snuggled closer.

“Sleep Joonie,” you enjoined, letting your lips mould to his leisurely till he pulled away, sleepy eyes gazing into yours.

“I have to leave tomorrow. I can sleep on the plane,” he argued, his sentence broken with a yawn that made you giggle, heart swelling in your chest at his petulant suggestion.

“It’s okay. Just take a nap.” You cupped his face, his eyes closing at the feeling as he leaned in, head tilting to place a kiss on your wrist. You never knew that a man could ever make you feel this way, an insatiable longing embedded forever in your chest. He was a magical antidote to your worries, erasing him with a mere smile in your direction and you loved every single atom of him.

When he whined in protest, you calmed him with a kiss and a promise to set an alarm for a wake up call in two hours. Resting his head on your chest, you let him tangle his long limbs with yours, stroking his hair to lull him to sleep, your eyes closing as his snores serenaded you.

You had missed him so much but having him in your arms was enough for now — enough to hold you over till he finished the mini tour and was back in your bed so you could spend every night like once again

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#Namjoon x reader #rm x reader #rm x you #Namjoon x you #Namjoon smut #rm smut #Namjoon fluff #rm fluff #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #Namjoon fanfic #rm fanfic #bts fanfic #houseofddaeng #btswritersclub #btscreatorscorner #bangtanbathhouse #ficscafe #52hertz #purplearmynet #thetruthuntoldnet

[opalesense]

Can I request Diluc going off on a long journey with the traveler and his s/o gives him a fat smooch goodbye in front of everyone and he’s like 👁👄👁 all embarrassed

one goodbye kiss

diluc & gn!reader

1k words • ~6 min. read

summary: you accidentally fluster diluc in the middle of the tavern by giving him a goodbye kiss before he sets off on his travels.

warnings: none!

notes: HAHAHA THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE??! also i’m really sorry i took so long to respond ghdhhsg my mind has been in nsfw land lately... but thank you for requesting, take a kiss from me before you get a kiss from diluc <3

“WE’LL BE BACK IN A FEW WEEKS,” Diluc reiterated to Charles, who was only informed of the winery owner’s last minute leave just mere moments ago. Charles, quite literally in the middle of a shift tonight, wiped down the counter with a sigh. He gave Charles a pat on the back and look of reassurance. “If you ever need anything, just let Elzer know. I’m sure he can find people to cover my shifts while I’m gone.”

 “Come now, Diluc,” Kaeya set his mug down after taking a long swig, “Why don’t you entrust your dear old brother to cover your shifts? You know I’m here almost every night anyway. And you shouldn’t doubt my mixing skills, either.”

 Diluc could only scoff and shake his head at Kaeya. Readjusting his leather sack that carried most of his belongings necessary for travel, he made his way across the other side of the counter in swift steps. He snatched Kaeya’s bottle of wine away from him, earning a pout from the blue haired brother. “That’s your sixth bottle of the day. You’re here almost every night to drink, not work. Nice try, though.”

 “Hey, I was drinking that too, you know,” Rosaria pitched in as well, furrowing her eyebrows as Diluc handed the bottle to Charles, who put it back on the shelf behind the bar.

 “How come the so called ‘protectors’ of Mondstadt get drunk almost every night instead of patrolling the city for danger? Tell me, who’s out there watching the streets right now? Surely it’s a Knight’s duty, at the very least, to do their job sober,” Diluc crossed his arms as he threw out casual criticism at the two drunken night owls.

 Rosaria fidgeted with the blade in her hand and scowled, “I’m not even a Knight, dumbass!”

 “Hey, we have to get going soon and hopefully we’ll be at Liyue by sunrise,” the traveller interrupted the banter and lightened the mood a bit. “Diluc, don’t you want to give a nice goodbye? We’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, after all.”

 Diluc sighed and softened his gaze. The traveller was right. He had learned over the years that goodbyes were always the hardest, and he never wanted the his potential last goodbyes to end in bitterness. It would break his heart to think that someone’s last memories of him could be unpleasant, and he couldn’t stand anymore heartbreak.

 “Fine,” he uncrossed his arms and reached a hand out to Kaeya’s shoulder, giving him a firm pat. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

 “I’ll try,” Kaeya let go of his pout and replaced it with a slight grin, aware of Diluc’s genuine concern laying underneath his lack of words to show for it. Nonetheless, he appreciated his attempts at reconciliation, no matter how small it was.

 “And you,” he turned to face Rosaria, who was playing with the blade effortlessly, “don’t let this idiot go overboard.”

 She simply responded by rolling her eyes. “I’m not his babysitter, but I’ll do you a favour just this once.”

 Diluc then turned to face you. His stern scowl was immediately replaced with a soft grin, his eyes lighting up once he had a good look of your face. You stood up and took a step closer to him, falling into his arms in a desperate, intimate embrace. He sighed as he wrapped his warm hands around you, caressing your back and allowing this moment to plant a seed in his memory that he could carry with him during his travels. He closed his eyes for a moment, tuning out the ambient sounds of the tavern, forgetting about his responsibilities and simply enjoying your presence.

 Alas, all good things come to an end and he knew he couldn’t keep the traveller waiting. His eyes fluttered open as he slowly loosened his grip on you, allowing you to lean back a little and meet his eyes with yours. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, smoothing over his freckled skin with your thumbs and staring longingly into his deep red eyes.

 “I’m going to miss you so much,” you whispered. He studied your face for a few seconds, distracted by the way you glimmered in the dim light of the tavern.

 “I’ll miss you too, my dear–“

 Suddenly you pressed your lips against his, taking his breath away in a kiss that had him take a step back in the sheer impulsivity of it. His eyes widened as he kissed you back, panic settling in as he realized you two were not alone at home like usual. In fact, you were kissing him in front of his travel companion, brother, friend, coworker, and all the patrons currently in the tavern. He grabbed your waist instinctively, wanting to pry you off of him, but knowing that his return home was never guaranteed, he allowed you to continue kissing him and held your waist lovingly instead.

 But soon enough, you pulled your face away and giggled at the sight – his face was priceless! The poor man, usually perceived as grumpy and stern according to most citizens of Mondstadt, stood there helplessly with a crimson blush rivalling his own hair color. With eyes widened, lips quivering, and forehead slightly dampened with nervous sweat, you cooed at his innocent expression, and apologized profusely for the sudden action with sweet whispers as you pulled him in for another hug again.

 “I just... couldn’t hold back, you know?” you admitted, “Sorry, dear...”

 “It’s... it’s okay, my love,” he stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact with Kaeya and Rosaria, who were already trying to hold back their laughs. But they just couldn’t do it, no matter how hard they tried to maintain normalcy, the two troublemakers giggled profusely.

 “You two better shut it before I make you shut it,” Diluc held out his hand, still holding you closely, and summoned a bright flame to spook them. And sure enough, that was enough to keep their lips sealed for the rest of the night. Though, that didn’t stop them from exchanging teasing glances with each other, and that surely didn’t stop the rest of the people in the room to talk amongst the people of Mondstadt the next morning about how cute of a lad Diluc was at the tavern, all because of one goodbye kiss.

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[purple-babygirl]

hi there!! i weallyyy love ur work!!! and bratty angel was so good 🥺🥺 i dunno if ur taking requests but if u r can i pls send in one like some sort of additional or alternate ending-ish for bratty angel? like when steve tucks her in after she tells him to wish bucky a good night for her, what if she also asks him to give bucky her favorite stuffie like "can you please wish daddy a good night for me , uncle steve? and tell him i'm weeally sorry and i love him veeeery much" "oh!! can you pls give him bunny too? daddy gets nightmares and i dont wan' him to be alone" "bunny always helps me when im feelin' scared and daddy is not around, she'll make daddt feel better" 🥺🥺

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 890

Summary: Alternative ending to bratty angel.

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff.

A/N: Thank you so much, Nonnie. You're so sweet! So happy you like what I write:"💜 I'm not supposed to be taking requests but everyone keeps sending such good ideas and next thing I know I'm at 2k words. This was so cute it made me so soft:' Thank you for requesting, I hope I did your lovely alternative ending justice and thank you again 💜💜 please enioy xx.

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So I was thinking maybe Daddy doesn’t forgive her right away that afternoon she offered Uncle Steve her savings? Maybe he continues to stay mad till he’s sure she’s really learned her lesson.

And she doesn’t disappoint him. She finishes her dinner that night like a good girl, thanking Uncle Steve every time he puts food on her plate for her. She remains polite when Steve is bathing and dressing her for bed, too, staying still on his lap as he combs her wet hair. She’s sad it’s not Daddy but she’s finally learning to be grateful for Uncle Steve, letting him take care of her like he’d wanted to.

When Steve’s tucking her in that night she whispers again, “can you please tell daddy I said goodnight tonight too?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Steve smiles, caressing her cheek.

“Can you also tell him I’m really sorry and I love him very very veeeery much?” Her eyes tear up a little as she repeats on Steve that he must deliver her message word for word.

Steve chuckles lovingly and reassures her that he will tell Bucky she loves him very much with three ‘very’s. And then he’s kissing her forehead, ready to get up and let her sleep but she clutches his fingers before he can.

“And- And can you please give him Bunny too?” she asks getting the soft, white stuffed animal out from underneath her covers and holding it up for Steve, “Dada gets nightmares and Bunny always helps me when I get scared when dada’s not here.” Her glossy, puppy eyes plead with the speechless man as she holds out the toy for him.

Steve’s melting at her softness and the way her caring, little self is looking out for Bucky even in his sleep. He’s not sure if he should be taking away her favourite stuffy though. She loves Bunny. How’s she going to sleep if he takes it from her and gives it to Bucky?

“Sweetheart,”

“Please, Uncle Steve, don’t want daddy to be alone. Bunny will make him feel better.” Puppy eyes intensify and a pout is added. Steve sighs and reaches over.

Bucky enters the room when Steve is about to take Bunny and she falls silent. Both men exchange looks and Steve smiles before kissing her head once more, “goodnight,” he whispers, walking out of the room to give them space.

“How about you make daddy feel better, doll?” Bucky offers, looking at her longingly and she gazes up at him, confused but hopeful.

“Would you let daddy sleep next to you and Bunny tonight?”

“Really?” she asks, wiggling out of the blanket, and getting up on her knees. Bucky chuckles and nods, climbing next to her on the bed.

“I missed you, dada.” She tells him, throwing her body at his and clinging to him.

Bucky sighs, wrapping his big arms around her, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. The warmth of her body against his and the sweet smell of her hair ground Bucky like nothing else could.

“I missed you too, doll. I missed you very very veeeery much,” Bucky says, imitating her sentence structure from not a minute ago as he hugged her tighter.

“I said sorry to Uncle Steve and I mean it.” She pulls away to cross her heart and Bucky smiles at how adorable she is, leaning forward to kiss her chest where she crossed before holding her hand and kissing her pointer.

“I know, doll. I know, you’re a good girl.” He pecks her lips and she blushes, giving him her drunk-in-love smile with her palms pressed to his chest.

“Dada really gonna sleep with me and Bunny?”

“Yeah, if Bunny’s okay with it,” Bucky jokes, getting her back under the warm covers before moving himself next to her.

“She’s okay with it." She nods. "She loves you, dada.” She promises, placing Bunny on Daddy’s chest, “we’re gonna protect you.” She pecks the spot between Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah? You’ll protect daddy from the nightmares?” He asks her softly, bringing her to his side to have her head on his shoulder as he moves Bunny to rest above his other shoulder.

“Yes, dada. I’ll protect you from all the nightmares.” She kisses the top of Bucky’s cheek before snuggling up to him, her hand patting his chest gently. God, she is perfect.

“Thank you, doll,” Bucky kisses her hairline and forehead, his arm gratefully tightening around her waist, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And it’s true. Bucky doesn’t know where or how he’d be if it wasn’t for his doll and her big, loving heart that he believes he doesn’t deserve being there for him. Her kindness and tenderness keep him alive. The fond looks she always gives him, her smile each and every time her eyes meet him, the little kisses she leaves on him whenever she could and the way she’s so unconditionally in love with him are things Bucky never thought he would have. Yet, there she was, sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling safe enough with him to let all of her guards down, her trust unknowingly destroying all of the walls he’d built up around himself, and Bucky’s never felt so whole.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky whispered, kissing her hair.

“I love you too, dada. Veeerry much.”

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[devilyn]

first priority | kageyama tobio

— alexa, play: less of you by keshi

When you come home

I just got over being less of you

When you leave me, I’m in pieces

Maybe it’s better if we cut it loose

— synopsis: how many nights will you spend in the apartment by yourself before you finally learn that your boyfriend will always value volleyball more than he values you?

— genre: angst & happy endings

— word count: 2.3k

You were used to an empty apartment. It was the cost of dating a member of Japan’s national volleyball team, someone who had to travel constantly and was usually never home. You rarely even saw his face nowadays, and when you did, it was usually when you were cramming for exams and he had to turn in early to wake up in time for practice early the next morning.

Your relationship with Kageyama was difficult after graduating high school, to say the least. Especially since the two of you were taking different paths in life.

You’d thought about it before. He was an accomplished setter on a national team, while you were just trying to pass your university’s exams. Everything you did felt insignificant in comparison to your volleyball genius boyfriend.

The emptiness of the apartment was why the two of you always tried to schedule small dates when it was possible. When Kageyama had days where he knew he’d be let out early from practice, and when you knew you could push back doing homework for a few more hours, you’d cuddle up on the couch after cooking dinner together. Or, you’d force him to take you out to an empty park and guide your stiff boyfriend into swaying to the soft music that you’d play on your phone. No matter what, the night always ended up with your giddy laughter and his rare smiles that proved just how much he loved you.

They were small moments that the two of you would share, where no one else in the world could interrupt.

But it’d been months since the last time you’d spent more than an hour with your boyfriend. You never thought of yourself as needy, but was it too much to ask to wish that he’d keep his promises?

“I’ll be home for dinner, since practice should end at six today.”

He lied. Dinner was sitting cold at the table, and all you could do was stay frozen in your chair with your gaze on the excessive amount of side dishes you’d prepared in anticipation of finally sharing a meal with your favorite person.

You must’ve been sitting in this chair for over an hour. With a quick glance of the clock, a weak smile tugged at your lips.

7:28PM.

You hadn’t checked your phone since you last texted your boyfriend at 7:13PM--

“Let’s talk when you get back.”

Empty promises. You were used to them. Last week, he swore he’d be back in time for your three year anniversary, then forgot about it when it arrived the next day. This dinner was supposed to make up for that, but you must’ve set your expectations too high again.

What would you say when he came back? It was unrealistic for you to wish to be a priority when he had his whole professional career in front of him--he had to focus 100% of his time into that. Yet, was it really unrealistic for you to ask for just 1% of that time?

According to your friends, it wasn’t. But the more you sat alone in this empty apartment, the more you wondered if you really were asking for too much of him.

“Y/N.”

You looked up in surprise, having not heard Kageyama come through the front door. Your eyes softened when you saw the guilt plaguing his typically stoic expression.

“Welcome home, Tobio,” you stood and he instinctively leaned down so you could press a kiss to his cheek. “The food is cold, but we can warm--”

“I’m sorry,” his arms circled around your waist, and you were suddenly pulled into his chest. He buried his face into your hair, his hold on you tightening as if he was afraid you’d run away.

You might’ve.

“You said that last week,” you murmured softly, arms rising to circle around his form and gently rub his back. He was scared--you could feel it in the way he trembled as he held you.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated, voice quivering.

“You said that last week too,” you laughed quietly.

He wished you’d just yell at him, or scold him with an accusatory tone like you did in the past when he first started making mistakes like these. He never had valid excuses--usually he’d just stay after in the gym to perfect his serves or practice more with other teammates. It was always volleyball that made him forget he had a significant other diligently waiting for him back at home--putting off their own responsibilities because his very rare free time was precious.

But was yours not? You had asked him that once, calmly, when he came home late again. And he had tilted his head and pointed out you had more free time than him, to which you took seconds to process before smiling bitterly.

“You’re not hungry?” you asked quietly, palms still gently running over his broad back to soothe him.

“No,” he murmured into your hair, breathing in your scent and imprinting it into his memory. If he let you go now, would you leave him?

“Liar,” you whispered nonchalantly, and he flinched. “You haven’t eaten since lunch, right? It’s late, let’s eat.”

“Don’t want to.”

“You’re acting like a child, Tobio,” you sighed, pulling your head back slightly so you could meet his sharp blue eyes, filled with regret. “If you’re not hungry, I am, so let’s eat.”

You paused, before reaching up to gently hold his face. Your thumbs brushed over his cheeks, and he leaned into your touch.

“...you can’t avoid this forever, you know,” you told him softly, and his brows furrowed as he closed his eyes.

“...alright,” his voice sounded pained as he pulled away to sit across from the chair you’d sat in for over an hour. 

You popped the dishes into the microwave quickly, setting them in front of him one by one before sliding a bowl of rice in his direction. He usually loved your cooking, but now he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to swallow a bite of it with the knowledge that this may be the last meal the two of you share together.

The apartment was silent, save for the beeping of the microwave. Kageyama stared longingly at your back, watching the way you leaned against the counter and brushed your hair behind your ear while waiting for the microwave timer to go off.

When was the last time he actually looked at you? His many trips abroad, his lack of acknowledgement of your own accomplishments and struggles, his stupid passion for volleyball, it had all ruined your relationship.

He could only hope that you would forgive him, one more time.

You slid back into the seat across from his and settled in. He was anxious. You could tell by the way he couldn’t look you in the eye, chopsticks picking at his rice as he waited for you to speak first. His tall figure stiffened at the sound of your sigh.

“Might not taste good now since it’s not as fresh, but,” you pushed a few dishes his way with a sad smile. “I worked hard to prepare dinner, could you try it?”

His heart clenched painfully in his chest. What was he doing while you were excitedly making dinner for him? He never thought of you during practice--not once, even though he knew how much he loved you. He hated that about himself.

He lifted the food to his lips and let his vision cloud over with guilt as he chewed and swallowed.

“...It’s delicious,” he murmured weakly as your smile grew slightly.

“...I’m glad,” is all you managed to muster before digging into the meal you prepared for the two of you.

“I don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness again,” he said quickly, slim fingers gripping his chopsticks tight enough to turn them white. “But I still don’t want you to leave.”

You were quiet, stiffly bringing pieces of rice to your lips and forcing yourself to chew. Every action was methodical, as if you were merely acting out actions that you knew you would normally perform if your heart wasn’t breaking into tiny bits and pieces.

“...I love you, Tobio,” you whispered quietly. “So much. I still do. More than anything. But it hurts me more because I love you so much.”

He dropped his utensils and reached across the table to grab your hands. You flinched away and he cursed, bringing his hands back to his sides before running them through his hair in frustration.

“What can I do,” he asked weakly, voice shaking, “to keep you with me?”

“I don’t know anymore,” you tried to force another smile, but your lower lip quivered and the tears you held back on lonely nights started to drip down your cheeks. 

“Please,” he stood, the sound of his chair skidding back against the floors barely registered in your ears as he hurried to kneel by your side. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“That’s all you ever say,” you cried loudly, tone finally accusatory as he’d initially wished. He took your hands into his shaking ones, watching as your tears stained the pale skin of his knuckles. “You never know what you’re apologizing for, but you always, always just say sorry as if that will make any of this any better.”

“You need to tell me--” he tried to reason.

“I’ve told you!” you ripped your hands away from his almost violently, ignoring the way the hurt in his blue eyes caused your already broken heart to sting in pain. “I’ve told you how much you coming home late hurts, how I hate when you promise that you’ll be home and then break those promises the same day, how you thinking your time is more important than mine makes me feel insignificant--”

You cut yourself off with a weak sob, bringing your hands up to hide your face in your palms.

“But you never listen! You never learn. Volleyball will always be more important than me, and I can’t find it in myself to blame you for that,” you wailed as you rubbed the back of your knuckles against your eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing, “What am I supposed to do now, Tobio? How do I leave you when I love you so much?”

You felt warm arms wrap you into a familiar embrace, and your tears soaked into your boyfriend’s athletic jacket.

“You deserve better,” he told you minutes later, after your sobs had calmed down. His palm continued to gently draw circles against your lower back--an action that he knew would soothe you. “You deserve so much better than me. You know I’m bad with words, I’m inconsiderate, I suck at putting others before me, and I’m stupid.”

You laughed tearfully.

“You do so much for me,” he murmured, and your eyes fluttered closed. “You explain to me how you feel so I can try and be better, you deal with my bluntness and verbalize how much it hurts you, you tell me when I’m acting better than everyone else and humble me, and you even used to come with me when I had to attend supplemental classes in high school.”

“You really were stupid,” you commented, and he laughed weakly.

“And you loved me, through all of that,” he lamented.

“Mm,” you sighed quietly. “Yeah. I loved you.”

“And I love you,” he responded, a bit shy to be confessing it despite your long relationship. “So give me one more chance to prove that I’ve changed for the better because of you.”

He pulled back to cup your cheeks, bringing your teary gaze up to his and brushing his thumbs over the redness under your eyes. His heart hurt. He hated making you cry, and he hated himself for making you cry this much over him.

“...one more chance,” you mumbled, turning your head to kiss his palm. His brows furrowed, and tears pricked at his eyes.

Quickly, he brought his forearm to cover his wet irises from your sight. You laughed quietly, hands reaching up to try and pull his arm away.

“Are you crying because of me, Tobio? Did I manage to make the king of the court cry?” you teased with a weak smile.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, cheeks reddening as he turned to look away from you. “You know I hate it when you call me that dumb nickname.”

“And I made the king kneel in front of me too? I should repent,” you giggled, taking his free hands into your own. 

You nearly choked on your laughter when your boyfriend suddenly dipped down to pick you up into his arms. Your arms wrapped hurriedly around his neck as you turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“Tobio--!”

“I’m making use of my last chance, and I’m going to start making it up to you now,” he told you firmly, carrying you into your room and placing you onto your shared bed.

“Our dinner,” you grumbled with a pout. “I worked hard to make that…”

“And I’ll eat it tomorrow,” he caged you in his arms, hovering above you with a soft look in his sharp azure eyes. Your gaze fluttered up to his handsome face, and you grinned as a hand rose up to gently cup his cheek. He tilted his head to press a kiss to your wrist. “Can I prove to you how sorry I am?”

You laughed softly as he trailed kisses up your arm to your neck, then finally pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

“Don’t take advantage of your last chance,” you murmured, your breath mingling with his as he pressed feather-like pecks to your lips.

“I’d be even more of an idiot if I did.”

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