#whenever i touched the walls or the floor i got so stressed and wanted to go take a shower. so obviously it didn't work

[hwaightme]

My star

(masterlist)

⭐ pairing: bf!idol!seonghwa x gn!reader ⭐ genre: comfort, fluff, established long-term relationship, long distance ⭐ summary: many miles might separate you, but they mean nothing when your heart is with him, and his heart is with you. ⭐ wordcount: 2.3k total ⭐ warnings/tags: sfw, semi-edited, horrifically self-indulgent, longing/missing someone, matchy-matchy type of couple, balanced relationship, safe spaces, communication, heart eyes, stress/tiredness, rumination, unconditional love, comfort, being vulnerable, odd sleep patterns, lmk if anything else ⭐ taglist: at the bottom of the fic ⭐ a/n: seonghwa <3 i hope this brings comfort to anyone who reads <3 reblogs, thoughts and feelings appreciated. much love!

Some days were easier than others. Wrapped up in the hustle and bustle, sinking into meetings, letting yourself get carried away by projects. Some days it was easier to forget, at least for a moment, the hollowness that persecuted you with ever-growing vigour. Concealing sentimentality and melancholia, you skillfully navigated your life until you could hide away, and in the comfort of your own, empty apartment, allowed yourself to curl up into a ball in your bed and wonder why it was that some days were like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, while others, like a viscous putrid tar.

Today was one of those days. On edge, impatient and begging for a break, you stumbled over yourself as you counted down the seconds until you could be painfully alone. The hurt had become your best friend amidst all the changes, and you wanted nothing more than to drown in it when the times got tough. Accumulating short ends of a variety of sticks even when things were going well, you were caged in the creativity of your turbulent mind. You did not need enemies, being your own best one. 

Normally, coming home would be enough. It just so happened that you had the cure, the relief, the peace, who would stand and wait for you with open arms. You called yourself blessed - you well and truly were. In a world that was stuffed with defeat and enemies, you had someone who was always on your team. Without words, without explanation, you would be soothed. There was no need to ever dwell on complexities and tear into negativities - they all evaporated after the keeper of your heart, your starlight would embrace you. But when only the echo bouncing off the walls was there to greet your shattered presence, whatever had been gnawing at your defences would draw blood and turn into a brutal torturer.

You slid off your shoes, moving exclusively by inertia left over from powering through your commute. After washing your hands, you decided to forgo the kitchen, ambling towards the bedroom that you had gotten so used to sharing. Ghostly, dim, exhausted interiors that would glow whenever he was around. You touched the switch on the floor lamp, hesitating for a second before remembering what you had been told before - if your own sun wasn’t shining too bright, turn on all the bulbs around you until you believed the same could be done to you. Was the room always this dark?

It was impossible to say when you fell asleep. At some point after changing out of your office wear and into your pyjamas, which consisted of a half-hearted combination of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt, along with a hoodie which your boyfriend had made a point to leave for you, you ended up crawling onto the bed, only just managing to lift the sheets and snuggling under into a somewhat comforting huddle of cotton before darkness enveloped you. Was Seonghwa asleep? Was he awake? Has he been eating well, working and relaxing in balance? Questions flooded your mind as your bleary eyes attempted to blink away your sleepiness. At this point, you were not quite sure if it was a mere physical state, the heaviness of your eyelids having become near-chronic.

He was out there, under the same sky, seeing it in slightly different shades, but he was out there. Was he lonely too? Hopefully no negative thoughts plagued him. Seonghwa deserved better. But… you could not help but listen to the little selfish worm in your mind - did he miss you? You could not deny that a part of you did long for the sensation of being missed by him. A lot. You clenched the edges of your, or technically his, sleeves and sighed. Pulling the hood over your head, you shut your eyes, trying to picture the last time you embraced the love of your life. How warm it had been. How safe. Washing away all the anxiety, all the pins and needles of stagnancy that came with unwelcome solitude. How he would say he was proud of you, and how you would be able to sit with him and listen to him talk about his day, running a hand through his soft, tousled locks. You have always been a listener. But what was there to listen to now, except the roaring waves of rumination?

What time was it where Seonghwa was? One quick unlock of the phone that you fished out from under the covers brought you the dual clock that you put on your home screen, and along with it, the realisation that you had slept through the entire evening, and through the majority of the night. Again. He was probably settling down, lying on his bed in the hotel room and playing Animal Crossing. Or did he find something else? Did he have the time and energy to play? Or perhaps there was another schedule that had crept up on your boyfriend out of the blue… You mused in total silence while inspecting the background you had set - a picture from a date some weeks ago. Right before work summoned him to leave once more, and you were left standing by the window, watching as his silver suitcase disappeared in the back of a minivan. Rolling over onto your back, your eyes travelled to the skylight - another companion that attempted to soothe your loud mind with vistas and ever changing colour palettes of the universe above. The skies had been clear yesterday, and you wished that it was the case over there, where he was, too.

Your fingers moved on their own accord, opening the messaging app you two preferred to use, flicking through his and your barrage of back and forth texts, videos, photos, voice messages… a little life in the digital space. It would be a lie if you said there was little communication. In fact, if anything, you knew almost all the details about his activities, him gushing to you about whatever he could, and smiling sheepishly when something had to be kept a business secret. You were proud of him, most certainly. If only you could say this face to face. Then, for a short while, nothing would exist except you, him and endless conversation about everything and nothing as you would be entangled in one another, cuddling on the couch as some drama you two picked would be inevitably forgotten. A new message startled you out of your dream, immediately followed by another, and another that made you scroll all the way back.

> i just found your favourite ice cream at a store here!!!

> oh?

> love i can see you are in chat… are you awake :(((

With a quick turn, you stretched and flicked on the lamp on the bedside table, deeming the still-on floor lamp no longer sufficient. Wriggling upwards so you could hold your phone vertically, you pondered how you could write a message that did not sound too desperate. You were perfectly well aware that Seonghwa did not mind a little bit of clinginess - in fact, you had had a dedicated conversation early on in your relationship about affection and he had reassured you numerous times that, especially when on tour, he adored, and reciprocated that fondness and longing. But nonetheless, the annoying bugs that lived in your head and littered it with doubt and anxiety made you want to pull back and pretend like you were unaffected. And so, you kept on writing, and deleting. Writing and deleting. Until Seonghwa took the lead and messaged you again.

> call?

> i’m in my room

> [my star <3 sent 1 image]

The ghost of a smile danced over your lips when the picture loaded - an adorable duck pout, face incredibly close to the camera, but still giving enough space for you to be able to spot the backdrop - a painting, completed in spectacularly bland tones, that served as a prime example of how the hotel where your boyfriend was staying favoured ‘stock footage’-core, if you were to borrow his words. Your gaze could not leave the picture. Your silly, precious Seonghwa, pretty inside and out. On its own accord, your hand moved upwards until it hit ‘video call’, and simultaneously ignited a sudden nervousness. What if now was not really a good time? What if Seonghwa was tired and your less than cheerful disposition would only weigh him down?

“Hello lovely… ah, I see we are matching- wait let me make the light brighter-” you watched as he played with a remote, clicking through and checking his appearance on the screen until he gave a victorious giggle, and pointed at the hoodie, “see?”

“You look so cute and cosy, Hwa… And hello to you too,” you mumbled, settling into a more relaxed position.

“I should be saying that to you, you are literally huddled in bed…”

“Join me,” you suggested, half joking, half hoping that he would play along. Clearly you were long past playing guessing games with each other, as almost instantly, Seonghwa was rushing to his bed, rolling into a burrito until only the top half of his face was peeking out. For the first time in a while, you chuckled. 

“You come here often?” he wiggled his eyebrows before squishing his face into the pillow, only to turn it back to you again, a mixture of worry and love in his eyes, “...can’t sleep, angel?”

“Hmm… if anything I might have just accidentally slept too much.”

“Ah…” both of you knew all the reasons for your behaviour. The same exact ones that prompted your boyfriend to overfill his suitcase with trinkets and clothes that he could sense you would like, or that reminded him of you. Understanding washed over you both as you quietly regarded one another through the phone screens. In moments like these, the many miles that divided you appeared so miniscule that it was agonising.

It was impossible to reach out and brush back the strand of hair that was threatening to poke his eye. It was impossible to fall into a dreamless slumber while listening to his calm, soothing heartbeat. It was impossible to gingerly squeeze his hand - an unspoken ‘I love you’, while floating in his starry eyes. But nothing in the world could take away the sincerity. The promises that turned into actions. This was your person, and you were his. As you studied Seonghwa, you felt the frustration, the pent up rage, the fatigue start to evaporate, leaving behind only a soft cloudlike fuzziness. A crush that would never go away, no matter how many years you would be together. He was your clarity, and with him it was the easiest thing in the universe to look at your troubles once again and see that you could take them on. No challenge on your path could hurt you. Not when he made you feel invincible, and even just by being present, reminded you of how you were simply priceless.

“So… tell me about the ice cream,” you tried, your voice sounding a little raspy. Seonghwa’s face, which had previously been painted over with concern, turned into the brightest sunlight. He beamed, and launched into a detailed recollection of what to anyone else would be beyond mundane. Not to you. Never to you. Never about your lovely star.

As he moved just a fraction, forcing the hoodie to glide forwards and expose more of his collarbones, you noticed that he was wearing the necklace you had gotten together - a two-piece set. Instinctively, your hand moved to feel for the chain that adorned your own neck. Two lego pieces that when put together formed a heart. The epitome of sickeningly sweet couple cooing, but it ended up being the best representation of you both. Unbeknownst to yourself you smiled even wider as the piece grew more prominent against his skin whenever it caught the light that enveloped his room in a warm optical lullaby. The change in your expression evidently did not go unnoticed, as Seonghwa paused, and with a light smirk, sat up to let the light cast wondrous shadows on his features. It was probably silly, how deep you had fallen for him, and how obvious it was, no matter what you did and how you acted. All he had to do was turn his head or say the word, and you would come running all these thousand miles to do anything at all. Really, what was stopping you?

Maybe the fact that someone had to water your boyfriend's beloved pet moss. Or that you had committed yourself to dusting and keeping the apartment pristine despite not being fond of the activity. Or, well, your own life, of course. If anything, your boyfriend would be most distressed if you gave up on yourself. As Seonghwa continued his monologue, now having moved onto discussing the next group activities and travels, you realised you had much to do. Much to work and live for. Distance or not, you were with him. And the least you could do was to balance and maintain a smitten hopefulness. With a partner like Seonghwa, who stopped to check the countdown on his phone to announce that it was only ‘a week, five days, and sixteen hours’ until he would take you to one of the many restaurants he had marked out in the city, you were safe to love hard. Forever and always. And could, in fact, live easy, knowing that while your heart was out there conquering arena after arena, stadium after stadium, his heart was right here with you. Your star with whom you could fearlessly conquer the dark, and celebrate the shimmering dots of happiness that decorated your cosmic canvas. Your story. You and him.

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[thebimbopalace]

ᥫ᭡. 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁. older bf!nanami hcs that live in my dreams w/ tiny drabbles attached. sfw + n*fw

.ᐟ contains — f!reader, explicit content (mdni), foul language, age gap (reader : early twenties, nanami : late twenties), feminine pet names, reader is in college, use of y/n, fingering, riding, spanking

.ᐟ authors note — this is very self indulgent (especially the first set of hcs). i just want an older boyfriend to stroke my hair and call me a good girl.

older bf!nanami who takes you on weekly trips to barnes and noble. he knows that reading is your way of escaping from the stresses in your life (which he tries to make go away) so, he figures to indulge you whenever you’re feeling down about anything.

older bf!nanami wants you to know money is no object when it comes to what you want. your happiness and mental well-being are a top priority for him. although he expects you to complain when he does spoil you. and you always do, not that it matters to him. he just finds it adorable.

“but kento—“, “but nothing my love, you want books you’re going to get them,” nanami says adamantly as he drags you by the wrist into the bookstore. the smell of paper and coffee beans fills your nose and you visibly relax. it’s like all your worries just melt away, almost as if they never existed. nanami looks at you and smiles fondly as he sees the creases in between your brows go away, your shoulders in their natural resting position, and your eyes sparkle with excitement as they skim the massive bookshelves. nanami grabs a basket, takes your hand, and walks you towards the escalator. “you can get anything you want my sweet, no limits.”

older bf!nanami would take care of you. always making sure you’re eating enough, drinking enough water, and getting sufficient sleep. he just cares so much for you, and the last thing he wants is to see his sweetie pie not at her best. as said above, your mental state and health are at the forefront of his mind.

older bf!nanami knows college is a lot for you. class after class, homework after homework, it seems never-ending. and he’s proud of you for handling it all so well. from what you’ve told him in the past, proper hydration and food consumption weren’t even on your radar during college. how you managed to survive off of water and a granola bar is something he still doesn’t understand.

“hun, i’m home.” silence. “babe?” nanami calls out to you. still nothing. he decides to investigate. as he walks around the main floor of the home, you’re nowhere to be found. he walks upstairs and peeks into your shared bedroom and there you are. Laptop on the bed, papers spread out across the sheets, textbook in your lap, eyes glued to the screen. focused. nanami walks into the room and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. “hi hun.” you mumble something that sounds like “hey,” as you keep typing away.

“did you eat today?” he inquires. no answer. but from the way your fingers slowed down on the keyboard, he got his answer. nanami takes his massive hand and cups your chin, forcing, albeit gently, you to look at him. “i’ll ask again, did you eat today?” he firmly reiterates. your eyes shift away from him as you mumble a small “no.” he sighs. not out of disappointment, but out of concern for you. his hand slides from your chin down your neck and tucks a strand behind your ear. “up baby, i’ll make you something to eat then we’ll rest together, m’kay?”

older bf!nanami is a foreplay enthusiast. sometimes, it’s more fulfilling to him than the act itself. the teasing touches, kisses, and gentle licks to your most sensitive spots. and it’s worth seeing your reactions.

older bf!nanami who knows patience just isn’t in your vocabulary. your little mannerisms to urge him to hurry, makes his heart flutter. the bucking of your hips, your whines, and whimpers make the torture worth it to him.

“ken, please hurry,” you whine as his fingers stroke your pink walls deeply. he keeps your legs spread over his thighs as your back is pressed into his chest. his warm breath brushes against your ear as nanami whispers “mmm, maybe i should teach you patience y/n by not letting this pussy cum.” your stomach drops at that thought and immediately shake your head, not wanting to be punished. a low chuckle escapes his lips. “good girl. keep bein’ that and you’ll be rewarded,” he says as his thumb circles your clit. “hngh, kentooo!” you mewled loudly as mouthwatering friction is applied to the hard bud. his giant fingers split you open while the pads knead your g-spot with accuracy. “gods that pussy’s jus’ clamping around my fingers baby. feels good, doesn’t it pretty girl?”

older bf!nanami loves it when you ride him. normally or in reverse. i mean, how could he not love looking at you in that position? feeling the weight of you on his lap as you bounce up and down, your tits in his face (which makes it easier for him to suck on your nipples), to the way you cling onto his muscular physique as pleasure racks your brain. truly a gift.

older bf!nanami spanks you when you’re on top of him. there i said it. whether it’s to urge you to pick up your pace or to just watch as the fat jiggles from the impact, he has to see it. and he knows you love it when he spanks your ass or thigh. somehow, the pain provokes you to move faster, harder on him. you just want to satisfy him, and he couldn’t love you more when you’re like that.

“don’t stop y/n, feels fuckin’ good,” nanami groans as the fat of your ass crashes on his lap with every bounce of your hips. his hands clutch onto your hips as his fingers leave indents on the skin. “k-kento, ahh,” you whimper as your pace slows down. your knees and thighs begin to ache from the constant up-and-down movements on your lover. a rough smack hits your ass cheek as he says “did i tell you to stop?”, “no,” you say breathlessly. “then keep going,” he growls as his hand spanks your cheeks again. and again. and again. with each hit, your movements speed up. it’s like the cramping in your thighs is nonexistent as his large cock pounds in and out of you. loud skin-slapping sounds vibrate through the bedroom as your moves never cease. “that’s my girl.”

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[ashsolar]

so long, londonᯓ★ln4

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inspired by so, long london by taylor swift.

You both sat in silence, the living room dark just lit by fairy lights that were stuck to the wall by cheap cello tape. You knew your relationship was hanging from a thread. You two hadn't even gone on a date since months. You both knew that your relationship had come to an end months ago, you had grown apart. You knew Lando was done, done with the commitment. Your back hurt from carrying the pieces of your once blossoming relationship on your back. You missed pulling him into your embrace. While the stars lit the night sky, you two quietly swaying to a non-existent beat. It was none of yours fault, the only problem was that you both stopped trying, at least he did. You got tired of trying to make him laugh when he was down, you got sick and tired of waiting for him dressed in silk dresses, hair done, wearing the earrings he bought you for your birthday. Only for him to not even look at you and go to your shared bedroom. His back turned to you while you craved for warmth, warmth that only he could provide. You would pull him in tighter whenever he went for races. Your arms wrapped around him while he tried not not to touch you. Your heart would break whenever he rejected your hugs. He was drifting away. He left you alone at home. You would sit on your shared bed, your head cradled in your hands, crying softly. Your spine had split from carrying your relationship up the hill.

You both had another argument, about him never being there about him not trying anymore. You stood in the shower, hot water burning your skin but you couldn't care. Your head rested against the marble wall, mascara running down your face, your white silk dress stuck to your body like skin. You shivered, your bones caught the chill. You stopped, you stopped trying to make him happy, you stopped trying to fix the broken pieces of your relationship because he never tried.

You didn't know much sad he thought you had in you. You used to look at him with love and happiness in your eyes but now when you looked at him all that was there was sadness. This relationship was a tragedy. A tragedy you still wanted to work through.

You hadn't opted to be his punching bag, the one he would scream at when he was stressed, the one he would look at with hate. You found his phone once, text messages from some Portuguese model asking him to meet up. You looked her up found out she was a huge fan of the clothes you would spend hours designing, clothes you designed when you were waiting for Lando to come home. Isn't it funny the girl he was cheating on you with was a huge fan of your clothing brand. It was as if your relationship was a dying person, a person who was so far gone that even CPR couldn't bring your relationship back to life. The relationship wasn't even worth trying. Your relationship would never be the same again.

He took your youth away, he took memorable years of your life away from you, with broken promises, he manipulated you into staying in this dying relationship while he was out and about with a fake blonde.

The wounds he gave you, the wounds you tried to stitch back up by doing things you loved. They all had come undone and now you were lying on the floor, your heart hurting from all the pain you had experienced. You knew you would find someone who would love you like the way Lando used to, soon. At least you hoped.

You were done with him, you had your suitcases in hand. You walked out of your shared bedroom and saw Lando sitting on the couch, on his phone. Smiling. His smile faded away as soon as he laid his eyes on you. His usually cold eyes softened when he saw your eyes puffy, swollen, "Baby where are you going"

"I am leaving Lando, I can't do this anymore"

"You can't abandon me like this". He spoke, his harsh tone back.

"I never abandoned you, I went down with this stupid relationship, that I tried so hard to fix". You scoffed

"Don't do this".

You didn't look at him, you knew once you looked at him, you wouldn't leave. You would stay back with him and let yourself fall into oblivion again. You knew the resentment he now had for you but you couldn't care anymore. This relationship took your breath away, it felt rare for you to even be able to breathe.

You didn't think he'd move on so quickly, it had been a month since you both broke up and he was already going around with that blonde. You didn't have any sad left in you, your eyes couldn't even cry you a river anymore. You used up all your tears. You had no sad left in you.

Old photos of you and Lando surfaced on the internet. Your eyes were filled with tears, you finally had tears to cry. So you broke down. You bought your legs closer to your chest, gripping at your heart. He swore that he loved you but where were the clues. You died at the altar waiting for the proof.

𐙚

It had been years, since you and Lando had last seen each other. You never thought you would find someone who would love you. You almost lost hope but you were right to leave him and have a fresh start. All your hard work all the effort you put into your relationship paid off. You walked down the aisle, spotting your soon to be husband Carlos on the altar. You weren't standing on the altar alone, there was proof that the man you were now madly in love with was in love with you and that he would always love you. You never thought you'd be okay again but time and perseverance really does stitch your wounds back up. Even the wounds that once hurt us the most.

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[marypaol]

Piano Boy

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader’s parents were invited to a meeting at the Malfoy Manor, and while exploring alone, she finds Draco playing the piano.

Warnings: Mentions of stress, carrying family burdens, numbness, sadness, nothing much just fluffy :)

Note: No use of Y/N-And also I had to write this one I totally picture Draco playing piano! 🫶🏻

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Her feet softly patted across the floor, the fabric of her smooth dress surrounding both her and the floor as she made her way to an undecided destination. She went wherever her brain decided, since whenever she came across a corner she would randomly decide which to go: left, right, straight, or back where she came from.

She would never go back, though, but the thought of it being an option made her feel free. For the reason of never going back would prevent her from discovering more, for going back would only make her retrace her steps and see things she’s already seen.

A soft smile laid on her lips, for no apparent reason yet deep down she felt like it was because she felt content at the moment. And her and Merlin knew that it’s been a while since she felt so, the stress from school and burdens from her family heavy on her shoulders.

But all that changed when Mrs. Malfoy invited her family to tea, having a business meeting with her parents but they encouraged her to “wonder around” as if she was a little kid and they wanted to keep her busy. It worked, nonetheless, since her curiosity and wondrous mind got the best of her most of the time. She couldn’t help but smile as a way to say ‘excuse me, while I go explore.’

So she did so, practically skipping out of the room once she was out of sight, mind already spinning on possibilities of things she could see, could touch, (despite that voice she knew would be in her head telling her not to do so) and could think.

What kind things would be in the Malfoy Manor? Would everything be gloomy and mysterious like she assumed, or would things be darkly beautiful, calling her name to come closer until she found some evil chamber that revealed their cruel plans for the world of magic?

I hope not, though I assume they wouldn’t ever do that, she thought. She believed at that moment that the thought was just something that her mind was trying to make her think to make her afraid. But it wasn’t the time to be scared, it was the time to feel adventurous and free to whatever she wanted while her parents talked away on things she couldn’t understand.

Her eyes wondered along the walls, scanning over all the paintings displayed, eyes moving quickly because she wanted to soak everything in. She somehow feared that any time her parents would turn around the corner, telling her that it was time to depart, and she would no longer be able to look, so she took the time she had to admire everything possible.

She ended up stopping abruptly at a certain painting, hanging apart from the others and the table below it holding flowers in a vase as well as a tiny lamp for decoration, the soft light flickering a little bit, providing some sort of comfort to her, the lamp lighting up the painting in the most precious way.

What was the painting of, you may ask? The Malfoys, of course. But that wasn’t what stopped her, some normal family painting in their house. For it was the boy, the one that was one between the two adults, the one that actually had a smile on his face, despite the many snarls that beheld his lips in the past years she’s known him.

But the reason for the smile in the painting was because he was young, his face babyish as his pale cheeks scrunched up because of his mouth stretch of a smile. It made her heart warm at the sight of him, showing a smile that no one really got to see, which was a misfortune for the rest of the school; they deserve to see something so beautiful. His smile was so wonderfully painted, like the painter knew it was something that wasn’t shown often and they wanted to highlight every aspect of it, every beauty piece; which was every part of it. The paint brush strokes on the painting were so delicate, her fingertips brushing over the texture of the paint beneath them, running over his green robes he was wearing. (She would touch the smile she loved so dearly but the painting was far too big, making her wonder how long they had to stand there for the painter to paint them, it must have taken so long.)

But as she looked on, she noticed that there was more family paintings for years that came and went, each one Draco’s face forming into the snarl he held today, each one his lips dipping deeper and deeper into a frown that seemed to permanently take over his facial features. She frowned herself as she walked, watching as pure happiness changed to fake happiness, to slight distraught, to numbness.

As her feet stopped at the most recent one, the one with the least amount of dust on the frame, the frown on her lips dipped so deep she could feel her cheeks hurting from the in normal movement. She knew he was slowly pulled away from pride and accomplishment, thinking back on watching in the Great Hall as his happiness slowly left him, something else, something darker, taking over his chest and taking home there for years to come. Her own chest hurt, thinking about the pain he must be in.

“He’s just a boy.”

She overhead Mrs. Malfoy saying that, not remembering when but sure that she felt just as bad for Draco as the girl did. In fact worse, he’s her son after all and she’s just a classmate that was in the same House as he was. She was sure he knew her name, he seemed to know every Slytherin’s name for the benefit of it, but they’ve rarely talked.

But she knew a lot about him just by sight and noise. But she wished to get to know the real image, not the fake image of his personality, before sadness took over his chest and before the frown took home on his lips.

She wished to know him.

Draco.

It was at that moment, that she heard soft music, piano, if you will, softly playing as if a quiet record was playing behind a closed door, as background noise to listen to to help one focus on something else that her thoughts were interrupted and the frown left her lips, replaced with a confused yet curious look.

She could no longer focus on the painting and thoughts running through her head, however, since the music distracted her from the gentle paint strokes in the frame on the wall.

Her feet stepped away from the wall, her knees hurting slightly from standing there so long thinking about the son of Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

The music was very soft she could barely tell where it was coming from, her ears almost playing tricks on her from using them so purely. She then noticed how it was around the corner, so her feet took her there, coming in contact with a emerald door, mostly closed leaving just a crack of light from

it being open slightly, the straight line casting on the floor beneath her giving her legs some warmth.

She knew the music was coming from inside the room, the soft keys being pressed so gently-almost hesitantly- as the unknown person played.

She leaned in closer subconsciously, ear angled toward the crack so she could hear the song at its best.

To her horror surprise, her head dropped a little too far and pumped into the door, forcing it open, more light blinding her as she stumbled in, skipping over her own feet. The piano instantly stopped playing, the last note abruptly ending as the person’s fingers quickly brought themselves up off the keys.

Her head snapped up to see the wondrous player that left her tranced to the room she was mistakenly standing in, to find the last person she thought would be playing the piano secretly while his parents talked to hers about business, using words neither of them would understand.

Her eyes widened at the sight. Draco was sitting on the bench, on an all black suit-even the tie was black- and pale hair pointing to and fro, like he was running his fingers through the strands that sat on his head.

His lips formed in both a surprised and annoyed snarl.

“What are you doing here? Poking around I see?”

On her part, she could unhesitatingly say that he sounded very irritated at the disturbance.

She swallowed her throat dry but spoke nonetheless.

“Yes- I mean no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother. My parents said-“

“Your parents?” He said, interrupting her despite hes annoyance towards her when she did the same thing to him just moments prior. “Your parents are here?”

She was taken back both by being cut off and his confusion.

“Yes, why didn’t you know?”

Draco shook his head, locks swaying. “Does it look like I did?”

It was her turn to shake her head, looking around the room. It was gorgeous, just like the other rooms on the house but this one had a sense of comfort and melody; very fitting for a music room.

She looked over at him, and his hand was still on the keys, fingers fiddling with it like he had an urge to continue playing.

She found herself walking towards the instrument, leaning her elbows on it as her skirt fell into place at her ankles, the material cool against her tired legs.

She gazed at him as he watched her every move, wondering why she was still here when he clearly gave her signs he didn’t want to have company.

“Did you know that pianos are considered a member of the percussion family?” She asked gently, a soft smile on her lips.

His eyes glanced at hers before looking back at the white and black keys, fingers playing a melody that wasn’t a part of what he was playing earlier.

“No, I didn’t know that.” He mumbled, not seeming so annoyed anymore.

She smiled a little wider. “While now you do.” She said, careful not to leave fingerprints on the what looked like the freshly polished piano.

Draco noticed her slight discomfort, one because of her body weight switching from foot to foot, and two the simple movement of her doing so distracted him from the instrument in front of him.

He scooted over, hand patting the seat as she smiled, walking over slowly and sliding onto the emerald cushioned piano bench beside him.

She then watched as his fingers effortlessly played the instrument, his hands gliding across the keys as if it was water and he was pouring it into a glass, controlling ever drop so it wouldn’t spill everywhere. He had so much control over it, everything he told the instrument to do it would do it without another word.

She couldn’t help but admire, slightly dazed as his long fingers took over the once sitting in silence keys. The music flowed from it, the beauty of the music was all coming from his hands, and that amazed her.

He stopped, playing something that was a part if the song she just heard, and apparently it was incorrect despite it sounding wonderful, and he mumbled something under his breath out of frustration.

“I think it sounded exquisite, Draco. I didn’t know you knew how to play the piano.” She complimented, looking up at him.

His fingers halted their movements from the unexpected commentary and she took the opportunity to place her own hands on the keys, pressing whichever ones she desired and listened as the note came about into the air, spawning to life for her and his ears to hear.

His fingers came into her view, stopping her from doing anything else, and both confusion and hurt poured over her, wondering if she only annoyed him further.

It wasn’t until she felt the soft presence of his other arm around her, his other hand landing on hers as he placed her fingers on the keys accordingly.

“There.” He spoke soft, almost right into her ear and a deep flush washed over her, starting at the tops of her hair strands to her cheeks, deep in her chest, and straight down to her toes.

She then felt his fingers pressing down hers so she could play what he was playing. She smiled slightly, but the concentration on trying not to separate their fingers was the main goal on her mind at the moment.

Once the last note rang in the air, and his foot let off the petal beneath their feet, his hands left hers as his presence left her, and a cold wave flushed over her, leaving her wanting his touch back more than ever.

Silence took over for a couple seconds before she heard the music once again, this time a different song, and her eyes watched as he played.

The song sounded sad, like someone was deep into a headspace they couldn’t leave and was trying to find the light.

Her head dropped slowly, her temple landing on his shoulder, which tensed for a moment before getting used to the feeling of touch.

The soft music and his unique scent took over her, her eyes closing as she unwillingly took the time to rest.

It may have been her imagination, part of her dreams whirling with real life, but she thought she felt another head lay on hers in response, a soft smile stretching on her lips.

-Thanks for reading!

Ich liebe dich! 🩵🤍

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[alimaybankkk]

Could I request a JJ HC of how he cheers up reader when they are sad?

𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

a/n: so i was gonna make this into a blurb but i got so carried away. however i really like it!!

summary: in request

warnings: none but angst and major fluff

pairing: jj maybank x sad!reader

you’d dissociated yourself from the group, muttering something about being tired and waking up early. all your friends looked around, confused, knowing you had a completely free day tomorrow.

essentially, the pogues had appointed jj as the person to confront you; it was hardly a question. you two were always attached at the hip, and when jj had seen you come home and go straight to bed without hanging out and kissing him, he knew something was up.

“what’s up with her?” pope had said, looking annoyed.

they had been huddled around a table with stacks of cards, intending on playing many different games, (as simple as war, for they were simple-minded folk and didn’t bother to learn anything too complicated, but as soon as, in john b’s words, you “ruined the party,” the whole mood of the game dropped.

“she’ll be…” john b had wanted to say you’d be fine, but then he saw jj’s eyes looking off in the direction you’d walked off in. if jj seemed worried, it meant something was wrong. “someone’s gotta talk to her.”

immediately, with no question, everyone looked at jj as he stood, understanding his purpose before being asked. cleo mumbled something about “romeo saving his juliet,” but everyone was too occupied to laugh, even though this was the type of thing they’d find funny.

eventually, chatter resumed when jj made his way through the doorway of your shared bedroom. his heart clenched sadly when he saw you facing the wall, head downturned and fidgeting with your rings.

he slowly made way to sit next to you on the bed, its weight dipping beneath the two of you. you didn’t turn your head, just brought your lips into a tight line.

jj accepted that was an acknowledgment of his presence. he knew how you got whenever you were upset, and he never wanted to push you. he draped an arm around your waist, expecting you to sink into the touch like you usually did, but you just stiffened. his lips fell apart. “shit—baby, did i do something?”

if you weren’t this upset, you would have giggled. it was pathetic. you just shook your head, glossy eyes burning into the floor. they never looked into jj’s eyes, and he was starting to get self conscious.

“how was your day?” jj asked, and as soon as he did, he regretted it.

you turned to face him, feeling as though he was making fun of you. you sighed angrily and wiggled out of his arms, attempting to slide away from him when he grabbed your wrist. “it was a bad day? wasn’t it?”

you pursed your lips and nodded, eyebrows raising as you sighed. your eyelashes seemed to curl downward as your stressed eye position fell.

jj brought you into his arms, lifting you back into the bed. he hugged you tightly for a few minutes, feeling your body shake against him as silent sobs escaped your mouth.

jj was sure he felt even more sadness in the moment than you did, but he’d never admit that. to be honest, he was thankful for it. he didn’t want you to feel pain; you didn’t deserve it.

just like he felt he didn’t deserve you.

in your eyes, jj was the most perfect boy to ever exist. the caring moments like the ongoing one right now added to his sympathetic and sweet personality, enriching your love for him by the second.

but in jj’s eyes, he was a coward. he was scared of the life he’s lived ever since he was little that he threw away his childhood as soon as he got the chance and lived as a bad boy who was a criminal and was full of flaws. in his eyes, you were too good for him. he truly believed constantly that being with him hurt you and he was ashamed for you that someone as perfect as you could love someone like him.

but those things were not negative things to you. sometimes they made you love him harder. to you, jj was a broken boy that craved love and affection he’d never gotten. you knew he felt as if his whole life and soul was repaired just by a single kiss of your lips.

you always thought so poorly of luke maybank for simply looking at jj as if he were all such terrible things. jj was not the type of boy to try his best to see good in himself. as soon as anyone said something slightly offensive, jj believed it and hurt on the inside but brushed it off and dished something back.

jj was so easily covered up by a fake ego that no one noticed the way he truly felt about himself but you.

he felt as if he wasn’t worthy of love or even respect until he met you. you’d welcomed him so quickly into your life, your saccharine laugh and oh so charming smile immediately brightening up his life. he saw you as an angel sent from heaven.

months and months and months built a two year relationship that was so accepting, loving, and respecting between the two of you. almost all of your friends were jealous of the way you made each other feel—even sarah and john b. but they would never admit something like this.

they liked to tease you two for your neediness and your clinginess. as much as you craved jj’s touch constantly, you knew it was jj who initiated most of the touching—not that you were complaining. he was the one who always cheered you up on your hardest days—like today.

you grasped longingly for the material of his shirt, wrinkles forming underneath your fingertips. finally, he let himself cry, too. you pulled away from the hug to look into his eyes. “are you crying? why are you—don’t cry, jj, it’s okay…”

he pulled you back into the hug, kissing the side of your head like it was the last time he ever would.

“baby, give me your pain,” he said, finally pulling away and giving you a kiss. a kiss so full of need and love. a kiss so sweet and beautiful that you were almost knocked off your feet. you sighed into it, arms entangling into his hair. “gimme it all, please.”

your heart clenched at the thoughtful words that fell so effortlessly from his mouth. the feeling was so romantic and poetic at the same time you almost melted, knowing there was no one else in this world that could replace him.

“give it all to me,” he continued, hands dancing to cadres your face. “you don’t deserve this, angel.”

it was a new nickname, but you were glad to find you liked it a lot.

“neither do you, j,” you fought, a pointer finger reaching to tuck hair behind his ear. he sighed, eyes squeezing shut.

he kept them closed as he remained silent for a few moments, mouth slightly agape as soft breaths could be heard coming from it.

your hands latched onto his and you reached them up to your lips, kissing each callused knuckle.

when jj finally opened his eyes, he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom and placing you on the counter.

“i just want to go to bed, jj,” you said with tears still rolling down your cheeks.

he sighed, coming up from the drawers he had been rummaging through and kissing the tear away. when another one rolled down at the kind gesture, he quickly swiped it away with his hand and kissed your forehead lovingly, lips lingering for a little longer.

“i know, pretty girl,” he finally responded, tilting your chin up to look at him. “but i also know you’ll be miserable if you wake up tomorrow with all this smudged good-for-nothing makeup on your face.”

your lips formed into a tight lipped smile, blinking away tears as you nodded. “i know.”

he smiled before continuing his search in the drawers when he finally pulled out a makeup rag.

he wiped away the smudged makeup so softly, whispering things to you soothingly, (you’re so perfect, you’re going to be okay, i love you, etc.)

when he was finally done with the makeup, he brought his lips to yours before pulling back and muttering, “you are so damn beautiful.”

you tried not to break down again—the opposite of what he said had been the reason why you were upset in the first place. a friend of yours had made fun of the way you looked without makeup. it hurt you so bad to the point where you stormed out of the house before waiting in the car and touching up your makeup.

you thinned your lips and looked down, eyelashes fanning out toward jj. he watched you for a few moments.

he admired the way a single vein in your cheek twitched when you frowned, exactly where your dimple would usually rest. he loved to notice such small things about you, he thought as he watched the way your nose turned up.

jj knew to take that as a sign you were getting impatient. after all, he’d sat there staring at you for so long.

he smiled before grabbing a hairbrush that was beside where you were seated on the counter and helped you off of it. “turn around, sweet girl.”

you obliged, watching his movements in the mirror you now faced as he worked the brush through your hair.

your heart clenched so tight as you watched the way his eyes lit up with love and he tried to bite back a smile. you smiled. the boy before you was exactly the one.

“so perfect,” he whispered, stepping back to look at you in the mirror. you finally turned around again to look at him in the eyes.

he was so whipped, he thought, but he didn’t care as you intertwined your fingers into his hair, pulling him into a passionate and needy kiss.

he sighed into it, absent minded tensed shoulders relaxing immediately as he wrapped his arms so tightly around you. you loved the way he held you: as if there was someone so terrible to protect you from.

and maybe there was. the monster of love coming to take you away or something. it was jj’s biggest fear—you leaving him. it’s why he tried his best to savor every moment with you, his mind carrying him into his own little world where you’d be with him forever with just the simple squeeze of his eyes. it was something he did a lot, mostly when you were vulnerable. he never wanted to let go of this feeling, and if he just took time to appreciate it, maybe he—

“j?” you whispered, bringing him out of his trance. you had a warm hand pressed to his chest and he looked down at you, eyes softening.

“yes, angel?”

your heart beat faster at the nickname, but you just leaned into him and continued, “want to go to bed.”

“okay.” he said, grabbing your soft hand and leading you back to the shared bedroom. he gently placed you on the bed, kissing you for what felt like the millionth time tonight and turning to his dresser. “gonna get you something to wear.”

he looked through your drawers and pulled out a pair of nike pros, but when he was in search of a shirt, he found nothing. he just sighed, knowing it was intentional.

your favorite thing to do was hide your load of shirts from jj so that he would have no choice but to dress you in one of his. not that you even had to do this to wear one of his shirts.

he placed the pair of shorts on the bed next to you as he passed by on his way to the other side of his room, looking through his own drawer. you dressed out of your uncomfortable pair of jeans and into the shorts, relief on your legs.

you hummed excitedly when jj have you his t-shirt—his favorite of yours to wear: sex wax. it fit so big on you that it provided almost a shield of protection of softness. you also took mind that it was the shirt that smelt the most like him. he wore it quite often and his scent rubbed off on it.

“do you want me to leave, pretty girl?” he asked as he changed his own shirt.

you shook your head eagerly, dreading the thought. “please don’t.”

he nodded, smiling. you pulled your shirt over your head, followed by unclipping your bra and jj’s eyes widened. he’d seen you like this so many times, but your body never failed to amaze him. you smiled at his reaction as he spluttered, “so fuckin’ beautiful.”

you giggled and slid his shirt over your head, becoming light headed by the overwhelmingly pleasant smell of jj on it. you brought the neckline to your nose, sniffing it with closed eyes and relaxing immediately.

“if you love the way i smell, angel, i’m right here,” he laughed, sliding into bed next to you.

you shrugged and turned to face him, eyes full of love. he smiled as he looked deeply into your eyes, so lost in the beauty he saw before him. “thank you,” you said.

jj nodded so casually as if he hadn’t just made your night. “like i said, baby. give me all your pain.”

your left hand reached up to play with his blonde hair while your right held his face in it as you kissed all over it.

his nose, his chin, his cheeks, his eyebrows, his forehead, all over his jaw… you drowned him as much as you could in the love he gave you tonight. it wasn’t until you pulled away that you saw the familiar sight in front of you, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted and cheeks red.

you had no clue what it meant, but you were always willing to find out.

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[idesofrevolution]

My Best Friend, the Ghost

It was the best feeling in the world. Picture this: a simple spread of the legs in the summer heat, sweat dripping from your forehead. You feel a cool, slick touch slide down your inner thigh. It feels almost slimy, though it leaves no residue as it inches toward your taint and ever closer to your rear. You gasp as it circles the tight hole, as if an expert were rimming you with their cold, wet tongue. Then, quickly, a gentle thrust. You feel it enter you, slithering slowly, intentionally. It begins to fill you, that frosty ooze spreading all throughout your body. Your breath is laboured, as you begin to contort and expand as it is overtaken, washed and inundated with this foreign substance bubbling beneath your skin. It pushes up your throat, choking you, taking the last of your breath away before it presses at the top palate of your mouth. It would feel almost like drowning, though your sensations only fire endorphin after endorphin of euphoria. Pressure builds as it presses harder and harder, until... pop. The hard palate gives way as it rushes and balloons into your head. Thoughts and stresses fade away, and you're left in a state of total ecstasy as your body begins to move on its own.

Fuckin' amazing, am I right? Well, guess what? I get that incomprehensible experience whenever the hell I want. Perks of living in a haunted apartment! Confused? Let me explain.

I moved to New Orleans a year ago, give or take a couple of months. I graduated college, and after testing out a couple of places that didn't really pan out for me, I landed in the cement swamp in the height of the summer. I'd just left Salt Lake City, so coming from the tepid air of Utah to the brick wall humidity of Louisiana was a lot. Yet, I was determined to make the best of this one. I'd secured a low-level office gig at a non-profit, and rented out a cheap two bedroom just outside the French Quarter. The house was one of those old shotgun-style places. It wasn't well maintained, frankly incomprehensibly so to be up to purpose for a tenant, though I was still paying an arm and a leg.

The first few nights, I didn't sleep super well. It was hot, I was sleeping on a hard air mattress, and the tall ceilings and old wooden floors made every little creak and groan of the house sound like some demonic entity moaning in the darkness just out of sight. At the time, I was resolved to believe such a rational theory. After all, ghosts aren't real. That recent college graduate sensibility: anything can be rationalized. Looking back, I scoff at what I thought I knew compared to what I know now. But that skeptic within me was what I relied on. It got me through my courses, it got me my job, it is what guided me through the insanity of life. So, as more peculiar occurrences began to happen, that is precisely the lens with which I saw the world.

When things started to go missing: my trusty running shoes, a pair of underwear, my gold chain, my laptop, even my keys, it was just me being forgetful. I took my Adderall and just ordered new things. I hunkered down and just focused on my work. When I heard scratching in the walls at night, footsteps down my hallway, quiet breaths echoing in the shadows... I was just sleep deprived, I took my Xanax and zonked myself out. Those dark shadows that crept around the corners just on the edge of my peripherals? Eye floaters, nothing more. Though, after about two weeks of just a miserable living experience, I finally experienced something I couldn't rationalize.

It was after a soul sucking day at the office, having spent all day sifting through piles of meaningless paperwork to the grating click clack of my coworkers silently typing on their keyboards like mindless drones. I'd gone into overtime that day, and after five or six cups of coffee, I can't say I was even remotely physically tired that evening. My mind, of course, was entirely devoid of functionality. Walking through my front door, tossing my keys in the little dish by the door, I collapsed onto my couch and just scrolled through Netflix, looking for nothing in particular. That's when I saw it. I'd turned to grab my vape pen from the side table, and my glance had grazed past the mirror which hung above my mantle. Floating behind me, clear as day in the mirror, was a figure. It was larger than I, big broad shoulders and pecs, tapering down to a narrow waist, flanked on either side by two muscled arms. It's face was chiseled and sharp, brows furrowed, golden eyes narrowed and full lips twisted in a mischievous smirk. It had no legs; rather, its body was condensed into a long whippy tail. Most notably, I would argue, was the... well... rather sizeable phallus which stood erect above it's navel, with two grapefruit sized balls hanging beneath it.

I sat frozen, unable to look away from it sizing me up in the mirror's reflection. All the other things I could make sense of in my head were obliterated at the sight of what was merely inches behind me, and inches above the floor. I finally found the strength to merely exhale, letting a soft billowing cloud of breath out of my mouth. It was the middle of June, and perhaps 91 Fahrenheit outside. It was impossible. Everything about what my eyes were seeing was impossible. As it began to creep toward me, I fully expected to spin around and like every haunted house movie of all time, there would be nothing there. Though as I whipped my head to look behind, no such luck. I was face to face with it. It was grinning as we were nose to nose. Bringing it's cool, ghostly hand to my cheek, it caressed it with the back of its fingers and winked at me.

"Hey there." It's voice boomed like a timpani, yet it's timbre was gravelly and suave. I couldn't help myself. In a primal state of panic, I shrieked a terrified scream. It didn't last long. The spirit seized the opportunity I was entirely unaware I had given it- quickly shoving it's head into my open mouth. The force by which it had taken me was overwhelming, though I suppose with it's sheer size, in retrospect it makes perfect sense. I was flung down into the cushions of the couch, as it pushed itself into me. I grasped at my throat, which was bulging from the thing which was now flooding down my gaping maw. I could hear it laugh from within me as it squeezed itself in, it's massive upper body condensing in on itself and slowly pushing deep into my gut. My stomach ballooned out, stretching as if it were rubber while it's tail whipped aimlessly against my face before it slipped between my lips.

This was the first time I felt the sensation. The euphoria. The cascading waterfall of endorphins as my body was contorting and stretching as the ghost slipped me on like a suit. I could feel it thrusting it's hands into my arms which expanded and stretched to accommodate the spirit's size. I could feel my chest burst through my shirt, with two jiggling pecs now engorged with it's essence. I could feel my thighs and calves swell with thick muscle, and my feet lengthen and explode through my socks. It was as if someone had taken a water hose and filled me like a balloon, and as I felt it's head rising up my throat one last time and slither into my head, I can't say I wasn't in the throws of intense and indescribable bliss. My eyes opened, I was no longer in the driver's seat.

"Ahhh fuck." It's voice boomed out of my mouth as I found my body moving of it's own accord. No, rather moving of his accord. I stood up, feeling my jiggling muscles slowly firm up and tighten as I walked to the mirror. The thing which wore me as a suit was checking itself out! It had my skin, my face, but otherwise I was unrecognizable. I was indeed approaching 6' 4", my jawline was square and chiseled, my arms as large as my head, my feet probably a size 16, and my... appendage? Let's just say he was now an anaconda snaking down my thigh, his hood restored and flanked on either side by an impressive bulbous sac. "Shit, that feels nice." My voice was soft like velvet, but frayed with a coarseness which tickled the mind like sandpaper. It stretched my muscles and cracked my neck and knuckles before finally bothering to introduce itself. "Name's Antoine, nice to meet ya." My hand slinked down to my member giving it a playful tug. "Actually, tonight, your name is Antoine too, baby." He smiled with my pearly white teeth, and it would be an outright lie to deny I was not eager to see what this Antoine would be using me to do that night. We sauntered over to my bedroom, tossing shirts and pants out of my drawers before he found some shorts and a tank top that fit my new musculature whatsoever. I had but only one pair of sandals that he could force my massive feet into, but neither he nor I could care less. As walked to the front door, and stepped out into the humid New Orleans air, he took a deep breath with my borrowed lungs, sighing in satisfaction. "Aight, my man. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get in tonight."

Thus began our mutual understanding. Our partnership. Frankly, our friendship. That night was one filled with club hopping across town, hitting dancefloors right and left, drinking outrageous amounts of liquor, grinding on sexy men with our tongue down their throats... None of which I would have ever experienced on my own. It was an entire world I knew nothing about, nothing I could have ever imagined myself doing, but with Antoine it seemed like second nature. After a night of debauchery and a tryst in some leather daddy's hotel room, he returned near the crack of dawn, collapsing onto my bed in a sweaty, swampy heap. He closed my eyes and almost immediately afterward I reopened them. The sun had risen, and peering at my phone, it was then 9 AM.

For a moment, I sat there and stared at the ceiling. I waited for my body to move on his command, though when it didn't, I whipped my sheets off to see that I had returned mostly to my former stature. I did note that I had grown ever so slightly. Perhaps his presence within me had left some residual effects on my body, a pleasant fact of which I did not mind whatsoever. I sat up, stretching my arms above my head, a wet warm musk wafting from my sweaty pits and steamy feet from the night before. For the first time, I found myself rather enjoying the scent... Where it once used to make me grimace with disgust, it now made me nearly salivate at the slightest tickle on my nose. I peered to the corner of the room, where now even in broad daylight I could see Antoine's spectral self floating above the floorboards, his arms crossed and his bright smile greeting me in the morning light.

We stared at eachother for a mere moment, before I smiled back at him. It didn't take words for us to understand what was to soon come to pass. Frankly, from then on, it was an unspoken pact. An inseparable bond, bound by an awakened hedonism and carnal desire. Starting that morning, our boys night out became a regular occurrence. I'd get home from work, exhausted and tired from a thankless day of grinding in the soulless office, and we would come up with a plan for the evening. He'd take his time slipping into me, knowing full well just how much I enjoyed each breathtaking second of it. In fact, we took a Saturday to go shopping for "night clothes" which would actually fit us when he was inside me.

Antoine was a bit of a casanova, able to make any person he met swoon with a single glance. The parade of men strutting the walk of shame out of my home every morning did not go unnoticed by my neighbors, not that they particularly seemed to care. It was the spirit of New Orleans, live every day like it's your last. That sentiment was instilled in me, along with a new attitude. I began to care less and less about this dead end job which had only gotten more and more unbearable as our relationship grew. My boss began to notice this as well. He noticed that my productivity had slipped, that I'd begun to come into work with more and more tattoos (which were admittedly against company policy), that my musky scent was becoming stronger and more apparent, that I'd become more casual and laid back, that I was trying to force myself into work clothes that were increasingly more and more revealing as my body grew toned and large. This, to him at least, was unacceptable. I don't entirely recall what it was that finally set him off, though I think it may have had something to do with me having my feet up on my desk as I took calls and the delicious pheromones to which my coworkers had taken a liking to. Something to do with my cubicle mate Daniel lapping up the pungent sweat from my socks beneath my desk as I worked. Couldn't say. Either way, it was the last straw for me.

It wasn't much of a loss, as my frequent appearances at the clubs, or rather my appearance altogether, which the bar owners had taken notice of. I had a line of bartending and gogo boy offers to take up in it's stead. Though, it wouldn't be enough to cover the rent on my own. Thus, we hatched a plan. A solution to both our issues: my financial one, and a more permanent solution for Antoine.

It was an average night in the French Quarter, we were behind the bar, and there before us appeared our solution sitting on a stool near the drink well. He was a tourist, a particularly needy and rude one at that. No friends, failing every attempt to snag the attention of our regular hustlers with his more than lacklustre personality. He was perfect. It wasn't difficult to play into his inflated ego, all it took was playing into his cringeworthy advances and unwelcomed touches before he was licking our pits and nipples, ready to head to our place. A lack of a tip was the final nail in the coffin, we were ready. The 'three' of us stumbled back to our apartment, and it took merely five minutes of making out before the drunken asshole had passed out in our bed.

Walking back into the living room, Antoine regurgitated himself out of me. Feeling him exit was always a bittersweet experience, euphoric in sensation but longing in sentiment. He floated in front of me, winking as he compressed himself under the door of our bedroom, slipping in with a quiet pop. Wiping the sweat from my brow, and taking a deep whiff of my dank sneaker like degenerate scent pig I'd become, I popped open a bottle of our nicer tequila to celebrate. As the yellow liquor began to pour into the glass, I heard the delightful sounds of possession begin to loudly bellow out from behind the closed door. A shriek, followed by squeaks and rubbery creaks atop elated moaning and gasping. Taking the two glasses, I meandered over to the couch, kicking my wafting, wet feet up onto the coffee table and grabbing the bong to pack a nice bowl.

The sounds of inflation and gargling, stretching skin and growing muscle were like candy to my ears, as I wondered what Antoine would look like. The guy was less than ideal before, though as a host, the sky was the limit to how gorgeous he was going to be. I lit the bowl, taking a deep drag before blowing an adequate cloud. Antoine's moans got louder and louder, his voice all the more recognizable as it progressed. One more puff from the bong and the sound of that final pop soared through the air. The house was silent apart from the heavy panting quietly emanating from the bedroom.

I sat there for a solid moment. He always was the master of the tease, knowing full well that I awaited his reveal. I could hear his chuckling before I heard the click of the lock on the door. Slowly, I stood up and walked to the bedroom door, pressing my ear against the wood. Nothing. I grabbed ahold of the doorknob with bated breath, slowly turning it and pushing the door open. The lights were on in the bedroom, and there in front of the mirror taking a selfie with his host's phone was my Antoine.

He was better than I ever could have imagined. That lanky, sad excuse for a man was long gone and in his stead stood the dreamiest hunk I'd ever set my eyes on. Our bodies were nearly identical in stature, as over the past several months he'd completely stretched me out to his own measurements. Though, his delicious golden eyes on that gorgeous, masculine face sent me over the edge. He was stacked, he was tall, he was caramel, he was packing down there, and he wafted that buttery, salty musk that made me drool. All he needed to do was to turn to me and wink in his new body and I felt myself harden.

"What's up, baby boy?" He flexed his massive arms, seductively licking his sweaty bicep for me. Let's just say that tequila and that bowl were still there the next day. We were rather preoccupied throughout the dawn, the morning, the afternoon, the evening... Endless hours of carnal pleasures and sensual overload. Simply washing the bedsheets of our intertwined cum imbued into the very threads of the fabric took longer than expected. I imagine you get the picture, so needless to say, such days were and continue to be frequent.

I suppose that brings us to today. As I sit here and write out how we got to this very moment, waiting for an Uber to take us to our honeymoon, I'll go ahead and mention that my former boss just walked by us, feigning pleasantries as if we were old buddies. Asking if now that I had a partner, I was finally ready to knuckle down and come back to work in a 'real job.' I turned to Antoine, he turned to me, and as we found our hands sliding toward eachother's growing bulges, basking in eachother's beguiling musk while my frump of an old boss indignantly watched, I flipped him the bird.

He stomped off, I doubt I'll ever see him again. Why should I need to? I have my man, I have our future, we have all the delicious men of this raunchy city to enjoy... What else can a guy ask for?

#male possession #male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #jockification #musk #gay transformation #male tf #ghost possession #bad boy transformation #body possession #gay possession #jock possession #muscle tf #jock tf #nerd to jock

[you-know-honey]

The L rule

Part 2/2

Sodo/Dewdrop x f!reader

Summary: You know what they say about short boys...

Word Count:3017

Note: bad english, the L rule is something that until now I have only heard in Latin America but if you are from other countries and have heard it, comment :).

"Ahg, why don't you just shut your mouth already!" Sodo shouted as he rolled over on her bed for the umpteenth time. He had been trying to sleep but the loud laughter, excited screams, and occasional music coming from Aurora's room had prevented him in each of his attempts.

He hated sleeping in total darkness so he could see himself reflected in the mirror at the foot of his bed thanks to the small lamp on the nightstand next to his digital clock, soon it would be 2 in the morning, he kicked a little between his sheets before sitting down and running his hands over his face, trying to relieve his stress.

He looked pitiful, her hair was tangled, her dark circles had turned red, her brain that hurt and he felt his body heavy like bad marriage. He didn't understand why he felt this way, but really wanted to close her eyes and sleep for at least 15 minutes.

He knew that Y/N had some sleeping pills in her room, she was always the last to be able to sleep and he knew it, he had seen her many times lying on the couch in the living room looking at the ceiling, when he got up for water. She had not seen him any of those times and it was better that way, she made him feel stupid with each of their interactions. Whenever they had to interact he could feel a huge wall between them and then she would just escape from it. She knew she had a difficult temperament, but not so difficult that they would run away from it.

Although in the rituals he loved to give Y/N the flowers that the fans threw for him so that he could be close enough to hear her voice and see the euphoria on her face at the screams of the fans, he did not have the courage to get on the his stage and playing alongside her as if Swiss and Phantom were doing it. After all, she always escaped from him outside of the rituals and her coexistence was almost non-existent in the ministry. So he didn't know how confidently she could go and wake her up to ask for a couple of sleeping pills.

He left his room dragging his feet down the hallway, the music outside was a little louder and there were no other sounds, only music, he didn't understand how the others could sleep. The hallway was completely dark and it was obvious that fresh air had not passed through there for quite some time. It's not like he needed light to really see where he was going. The closer he got to Aurora's room the music became louder, it was a long list of Pop songs that Aurora had made with the other girls, he knew it because he had heard Y/N and Cumulus talking about it after the rituals. In general it was not a musical genre that he liked, much less at 2 am.

The knock on the door brought you out of your reverie, at first like a light distant touch and then like a nearby hammering. You tried to go back to sleep covering your face with a sheet but it was completely imprisoned by Swiss, in fact you were too. Aurora hugged you by her torso on the right side and on the left side you found Swiss open like a starfish, Cumulus and Cirrus had been more sensible and was sleeping comfortably in bed. You rubbed your eyes as you pulled Aurora's arms from your torso, dodged the popcorn on the floor and collided with the small table next to the door, holding in a scream of pain for the sake of your sleepover companions.

You opened the door enough to just stick your head out, as your eyes adjusted to being open again. The cold and darkness of the hallway welcomed you along with a silhouette that you knew very well.

"Sodo?" You asked and the silhouette raised its head. His blonde hair cascaded to the side of his face, his eyes were red from lack of sleep so his gaze was icy and even more intense than normal, he hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, so he was just wearing sweatpants. You didn't expect to see him behind the door, much less like that.

“Y/N?” He asked, his tone seemed surprised the same as yours. "What are you doing here?" he asked immediately.

You thought a little about the answer, perhaps because your brain was still a little sleepy. "A sleepover," you answered after opening the door, showing the rest asleep. You allowed him to pass.

"What a mess…" he whispered as he walked in and something crunched under his feet, praying it wasn't a gummy or something sticky, he took it in his hands. It was a leaf, the same one that Swiss had used to count the 'famous' L rule. That alerted all your senses, you wanted to rip the leaf out of his hands and eat it to make the evidence disappear. "What is this?" He asked as he opened the paper sheet. When he looked at the contents he exhaled a mocking smile and turned to you. "Satan, what were you doing at this sleepover?"

You clearly understood what he wanted to imply and you snatched the page from his hands. "Nothing." You crumpled it again and threw it near Swiss, now you wished he had never explained that silly rule to you and you regretted taking that test.

Sodo kept the smile on his face, 'it suits him' you thought when he saw him smile, it's a shame his reason was mockery. Your look revealed that you were not comfortable with the situation, you knew Sodo and you knew that he would not allow you to forget that moment, you did not have the courage to take him out of the room so you took a long breath and after thinking about it a little, to speak but he went ahead.

"Can you turn off the music?" He asked you as he massaged his temples, he seemed a little sore. "I can't stand that sound anymore"

You rushed to unplug Aurora's mini rainbow speaker, which seemed to relax him a little but not for long. He walked to the door ready to return to her room and held his breath for a moment before letting her go completely, it was a more serious pain than usual. You were afraid to ask if something was wrong with him, because maybe it wasn't your business to know, even so letting him be in that state wouldn't be a good idea. The ministry hated that the ghouls were up late 'mistreating' their earthly bodies.

"Are you okey?" You asked, a silly question, yes. But the best way to handle fire demon.

Sodo sighed as if gaining the courage to ignore his pain and say a word.

"My head hurts and I haven't slept at all. I'll drink water and see what happens" I sigh again, I was really having a hard time but I was convinced that everything would really change with a tasteless glass of water.

You looked at your sleeping friends and closed the door behind you, just you and Sodo in the empty hallway. He seemed surprised by your actions and he watched your every move.

"I have some sleeping pills. Do you want some?" You answered as you walked towards your room. Sodo wasn't surprised by your kindness, that's just how you were. But he was surprised that you did not hesitate to help him, even if his relationship was only cordial. He went after you like a little dog in the hallway.

"Thank you…" He whisper.

"Because?" You asked, grateful that you didn't have him in front of you and that so far your nerves were more than controlled.

"To help me, I know you don't like me but-" you laughed and tried to cover yourself with your hand "Why are you laughing?" Sodo asked seriously. His walk stopped as did yours.

"Who said I don't like you?" You said as if he had mentioned that the earth was flat.

"Maybe you," Sodo replied, crossing his arms.

"Impossible, I would never say that. Of course I like you" you responded with great confidence in your words.

His eyes seemed to create bright sparks in the darkness, a hint of illusion.

"Then why do you always stay away from me? This is the first time we've talked like that." A checkmate for you.

You remained silent, you couldn't say that wasn't true, your way of running away and concluding conversations quickly had made it impossible to carry on a normal conversation with Sodo.

You clicked your tongue and continued walking, although you couldn't see it you knew that Sodo had a victorious smile on his face. You continued walking to the door of your room, listening to his footsteps behind you, you had some ideas of answers to give him, but none seemed right at this point.

“Come in,” you offered as you opened the door.

The floral smell filled Sodo's nostrils the instant the door opened, he was hit by a welcoming sensation. The moon illuminated almost every corner of the room. He walked cautiously, looking at every detail of the place.

"It's nice" Sodo said looking at some details of the room.

"Thank you, I'll go get your pills" You opened your closet and searching through your small medicine box.

You could hear his bare feet wandering around the room, the sound of the bed sinking, and the heavy breath of exhaustion coming from his nostrils. The lack of light inside your small closet delayed the search, your hands moved nervously between pills. You were beginning to feel the atmosphere was beginning to become heavier for both of you, especially for you.

"Are those my flowers?" you heard him say, you turned quickly to see him point to the numerous bouquets of flowers framed above the headboard of your bed. The question left his lips with quite a bit of joy.

You left the search "Yes" and sat next to him on the bed.

"I thought you threw them away when they dried." He seemed so surprised.

"Why would I? They're gifts and…I love flowers." You responded with a smile. After every show where Sodo had given you flowers, you framed them with great care so as not to drop a single petal, that kind act always melted your heart.

"I thought they meant nothing to you," he shrugged.

"Why? Because they came from you? You act like hates you" you laughed again.

"And it is not like that?"

"No! How many times do I have to say it? I would never hate you." You sighed “I thought I was a bother to you, you always seemed tired around me.”

"No, I don't-" he stopped and took your hands in his as if on impulse. "Yes, I tend to be tired. But not of you, I could never get tired of you." Sodo was nervous to say something like that.

You were more than surprised by his actions, he seemed like a different Sodo than the one you saw every day, for the first time in a long time you managed to look him in the eyes and maintain contact, still as a statue. You didn't know what to do with this version of him. The moon made his hair shine and his expressions were soft and clear.

You cleared your throat and averted your gaze, resuming the conversation. "Eh, yes I…keep each of the bouquets. They are a nice gift…" you said although not very convinced that it was the best way to continue the talk.

Sodo's mouth opened, wanting to complain for taking the focus of your gaze away from you, he was an impulsive boy and he made it known when his warm hand slid through the air until it landed on your cheek and made you look at him again. You seemed so surprised, so unaccustomed.

"Why don't you look at me?" He asked in a whisper, looking into your eyes, you could feel your insides shake and your breathing stop.

“I…don’t…I…don’t know…” you said, the words swallowed up by the whirlwind of emotion in your head, leaving each sentence incomplete. "Your look is very strong…"

Sodo smiled showing his fangs, he was a beautiful sight, he caressed your cheek warmly and walked closer to you. "Does he intimidate you? Does it bother you to look at me?"

"Well… you usually have a 'special' temperament and sometimes it's-" You tried to say it as gently as possible. You had very rarely seen him fight with the other members, Swiss always intervened and was the only one who could control the little gremlin, the nuns did not want to go through the hallway if Sodo was there, there was something dark about that fire demon.

"Spooky? You think I'm spooky?" There seemed to be a hint of sadness, he moved his hand away from your face, as if it would hurt your touch, as if he didn't expect you to think that way.

“Sometimes” you confessed, assuming that would break the mood.

Sodo sighed, now he could understand why you never approached him, he never seemed to have the doors open for a chat and getting in the middle of his tantrums was something only a crazy person like Swiss would do.

"I'm sorry, I was always the problem apparently…" he said.

"Well…" you responded "We're talking more tonight than we have in recent years, that's a start isn't it?" You laid down on the bed, with your legs falling over the edge of the bed, making yourself more comfortable, inviting him to do the same.

"Yes, I suppose so," he took your invitation eagerly and laid down on the bed next to you, staring at the ceiling together, their hands inches apart. "Can I ask you something?"

"Forward." You assured, turning your head to look at him.

"Why were they investigating the L rule?" He asked, he clearly knew what it meant and wouldn't be surprised if it was talked about at a boys' sleepover but why would girls look for that? He didn't think Swiss had influenced them. Your face turned a light pink and you babbled nonsense that made him laugh. At this point his headache didn't matter. "Tell the truth"

"Well… The girls, Swiss and I were doing a silly test you know, the kind that predicts the love of your life" you took a sigh before continuing "So we did one about the band"

"What was the results?" Sodo asked curiously.

"The result of Cumulus was Mountain" Sodo made an O with his mouth, in his mind he was beginning to plot some small pranks to annoy his tall and shy friend. "Cirrus's result was herself" did not surprise him, Cirrus' self-love was infinite "Aurora's result was Swiss and Swiss's result was Aurora, it was fun to see their faces" you laughed remembering the scene and Sodo laughed with you, he could imagine Swiss having a brain block from being paired with her best friend.

"And what was your result?" You dreaded the arrival of that question.

"You," you said, turning your gaze to the ceiling, as if it were the most interesting thing you've ever seen.

"Me what?" Sodo thought maybe there was, that wasn't possible.

"You were my result Sodo" you told him as you exhaled nervously.

He lifted his torso like a spring, he was very surprised and turned to look at you, you felt so stupid. You were immediately going to apologize but he interrupted you.

"Wow, I didn't expect that" he laughed with pride and excitement.

"The test said something like: 'all good girls want a bad boy'. He also mentioned the L rule about short boys" you excused yourself, completely blushing, covering your face with the back of your arm.

"Do you know what the L rule means?" he asked with a double meaning tone and a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.

"Swiss explained it to us" You responded and felt the bed sink next to you, Sodo had gone back to bed.

"Oh then…" he took a few seconds "So what do you think of the result?" he asked you again, he seemed so curious or morbid about your answer. For a second he could imagine you thinking about him in that sexual way and a knot inside him tightened with pride.

"It's just a silly test, it doesn't really matter" You finished saying.

"I'm not your type?" He turned to look at you, you still covered your face and bit your lower lip, trying not to say anything else. Sodo longed to see your eyes and discover the true answer in your gaze.

"It's not that…" you spat that phrase from your gut, maybe you were trying your luck, there was nothing to lose.

He leaned on one of his arms admiring you with an amazed face. His hand slowly approached your arm, took it and imprisoned it on the bed above your head, your eyes took a while to get used to the darkness again and they opened wide when they saw him almost on top of you, his hair fell on yours, his eyes they were completely enveloped in you, traveling from your eyes to your lips with shameless frequency.

"Sodo, what are you doing?" you asked, hoping it was just you misunderstanding the situation. But there was a dark gleam in her gaze, as if a beast was screaming after the angelic beauty of her face.

"I'll become your type." You shuddered under her words, a shiver running through your body and hovering in the pit of your stomach. He smiled.

I know what's coming and so do you, someone help me write smut, I can't believe I've been writing fanfics for years and I'm still embarrassed to do it 😫

#sodo ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #per sodomizer eriksson #sodomizer ghoul #nameless ghost #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost #namelessghoulettes #pijamada #girls night #fanfiction #soft boy #soft sodo

[carlsdarling]

I just wanna be carls side bitch like not even beinge important to him just him using me for pleasure and some realive whenever his girlfriend isn't in the mood wich she almost never is

Sunset Affairs

Y/N and Carl having an affair behind Enid's back. Basically plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, oral (female receiving), cheating

You weren't surprised when there was a knock on the door of your house around sunset and Carl was standing on the doorstep. Carl, Rick, Daryl, and Michonne had been on a road trip to a nearby hospital to scavenge equipment and medicines for the ward. This mission had consumed the entire day, and Carl appeared exhausted. Without a word, he pulled you close to him to kiss you hard right then and there. Needily, he forced his tongue into your mouth, closed the door, dropped his hat to the floor, and pressed you against the wall next to the kitchen, squeezing against you.

You freed yourself for a moment. "Did you come straight from the tour to see me, Carl?" you asked in wonder. Carl felt sweaty, obviously he hadn't showered yet.

"No, yes," he replied sullenly. "I went home for a minute, but Enid... uum, she didn't feel like it."

As so often. Mentally, you sighed. When Carl had been out all day, he was almost always horny afterwards, and almost always Enid, his girlfriend, rejected him. As usual. Sometimes you wondered what Carl even saw in Enid. While they clearly got along well and loved each other, Carl's libido and hers just didn't match.

That's why Carl always came to you then; he knew you liked to let him fuck you and enjoyed it a lot. You didn't care that he had no feelings for you, apart from your dates you didn't have much to do with each other and most of the time Carl acted indifferent towards you and ignored you. You were well aware that he was using you, but it didn't bother you - you didn't want a relationship with him either.

Carl nodded curtly in the direction of the living room and was already undoing his belt. You took a seat on the couch and watched as he quickly undressed. You yourself wore only a bathrobe, because you had just taken a bath, and now you let the bathrobe open in an inviting way. It excited you how horny Carl was; how much he craved you, needed you. You gave him what Enid wouldn't or couldn't give him. He licked his lips, his cheeks slightly flushed as he approached the couch naked, his cock so desperate, his tip glistening with precum. You threw the pillows on the floor and moved aside so Carl could lie down next to you.

As usual, foreplay turned out to be pretty short; Carl always invested just enough time and effort to get you wet enough for him to penetrate you. Today, it wasn't really working. "What's the matter?" he asked impatiently, his fingers fumbling between your legs.

"I dunno," you mumbled, "I didn't expect you to come over today. And I'm kind of tired."

Carl sighed and grimaced in annoyance, then knelt in front of the couch and gestured for you to sit on the edge and spread your legs so he could eat you out. He killed two birds with one stone - you would probably finally get wet, and Carl's saliva served as a lubricant.

You trembled as he touched your clit with his tongue, spreading your folds with his fingers so he could kiss and lick it. "Oh, Carl," you mewled, tugging at his brown hair. Little bolts of arousal ran through your body as Carl routinely continued licking and sucking. He broke off immediately when he realized you were now ready for him, stood up and told you to lie on your back.

He aligned himself with your pussy and slowly penetrated you, then instantly began with quick, short thrusts. Like every time, he gave you only casual, distracted attention while he sought his pleasure from you and let himself go, relieving all the stress by fucking you. You loved it anyway, Carl's cock was so pretty big, and he could handle it very well. And you also liked Carl's slightly dominant and ruthless attitude of just taking whatever he wanted. Carl was entitled to that - he was the one and only Carl Grimes, and he was so fucking sexy bad ass.

You moaned softly underneath him, stroking his back, hoping he wouldn't cum too fast today, as he sometimes did when he was particularly stressed out or in a bad mood. Then Carl didn't care if you had your pleasure, too; he would cum, get up, get dressed, and leave, and you had to bring yourself to orgasm.

But usually Carl made sure you were cumming, too - though you weren't so sure if he needed that reassurance for his ego or if it really was important to him. Maybe he also thought that if he left you unpleasured too often, you wouldn't have sex with him anymore. He looked at you, his eyes glazed with arousal. "Are you going to cum?" he asked with impatience and a bit of reproach. "I'm already holding myself back."

You nodded heatedly. "In a minute," you murmured, grasping his hips and showing him how you liked it. Carl obeyed and withdrew almost completely from you, playing with his tip at your entrance, then penetrating you again. This drove you to ecstasy, as always. "Oh God, Carl, yes, please," you whimpered, kissing his neck and ear as you cum.

"No hickeys," he admonished you before he began to moan heavily and to pound hard and firm. At the very last moment, he pulled out to cum on your tummy.

As usual, Carl wasted no time in cuddling, but got up, cleaned himself with a handkerchief lying around, and hurriedly got dressed. "Thank you," he said blandly, nodded at you and headed off, back to his girlfriend, while you were left with your heart beating wildly and breathless.

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes smut #carl fanfiction #carl grimes #carl grimes imagines

[pixelmensupremacy]

taking advantage of the fact that they're walking through a crowded place and holding their hand so that they "don't get lost" & re6+ leon, please? <3

A/N: Now that I continue to get requests for re6 Leon I should finally play it

Word count: 0.4k

Warnings: mention big crowds, GN!reader

Chatter bounced off the glossy, pale walls, covered in polychromic flyers that were strategically designed to lure in potential customers; akin to particles soaring into the borderless space, people wandered across the airport, in hectic search of their gate. The rolling of wheels dragging across the tiled floors contrasted the clicking sound of shoes tapping at the flooring, fusing into a mixture of sounds that made up for a white noise (Y/N) found weirdly comforting in comparison to the rumbling of guns and incoherent screams of agony they were painfully used to- but now they finally got to have a much-deserved break.

A glow flickered behind the (E/C) of their irises, their eyes darted back and forth as they observed their surroundings in a curious, spontaneous manner- a luxury they haven’t gotten used to, due to their field of work. Beside them, Leon found it challenging to let his guard down; his grip on their hand grew tighter every time his ears picked a sharp noise or whenever someone arose suspicion in him. Suffocating sensation washed over him as he soon grew overwhelmed by the endless amounts of people flooding around him and his partner akin to lively creek full of life.

Warmth along with a sharp, tingling sensation pinched the skin of their hand, where their hand was intertwined with his; abruptly, Leon’s hand tugged at theirs slightly to the left, causing them to lose balance for few split seconds.

“Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to bump into people now, would ya?” The sandy strands fell in his face as his cobalt blue irises bore into their (E/C) ones; his hold on their hand never loosening even for a moment. Silently, (Y/N) gazed back at him with their brow quirked up, processing the words he said- were they about to bump into someone?

Their gaze lowered; they noted the pale peaks of his knuckles as his fingers were securely wrapped around their wrist, enough to keep them close, yet not too tight to cause them pain. Gently, they placed their other placed their other hand atop his; almost instantly, Leon felt the tension melting away from his body as their fingers gently caressed his knuckles. His eyes fell shut as relished the comforting sensation of their delicate touch relieving the stress he didn’t realize he had within him.

“Relax, baby. Everything’s gonna be okay.” They gave him a reassuring smile that he couldn’t help but return as he gazed at them; the loving look on his face emerged, lighting up the perfectly imperfect features on his face, molded after the long history of his life.

“I know, I just don’t want you to get lost in the crowd. I was starting to get worried when you wouldn’t stop staring at these posters.” He chuckled as (Y/N) jokingly nudged at his ribs.

#resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon x reader #leon x you #request

[wordweaver1292]

Sometimes, Danny wished his parents weren't so smart. Whenever Danny's parents got secretive, Danny got nervous. The last time Danny's parents had spent this much time in the lab, and were this secretive, and were this excited about a new invention, Danny died. Well, mostly died, only half died really. And he had been fighting for his half-life ever since. So when his parents announced one night, that they were almost done with the new weapon they were working on, and they were excited and to show their kids, Danny couldn't help but admit to a certain amount of dread. Jazz picked up on this and did her best to mitigate the stress that Danny was feeling, but even her "breathing exercises to help reduce your stress levels, Danny, you just need to give it a chance" wasn't working.

Everything came to a head one night after dinner about a month after their parents first dropped hints of their new big project when the children were called down to the lab. When they got down there, the big glass cage was up, not too unusual for experiments, but it was split in 2 sections which was unusual. Sitting on a small table, in the middle of the floor on the one partition of the cage, was what looked like a microwave with a miniature satellite dish on the top of it. On the other side of the partition, was about 15 to 20 blob ghosts crowded together scratching at the walls of the glass trying to get free. Unfortunately, every time one touched the glass, it would get a little shock. The glass of this cage was reinforced with ghost shield technology built to keep ghosts out, or in, depending on what the situation called for. This was so when Jack or Maddie wanted to experiment on a ghost they couldn't escape. So these little whisps of ghosts were trapped, scared, and they couldn't go anywhere. And Danny had to stand and watch and listen as they shocked themselves over and over looking for a way out.

Standing in the middle of the room right next to the device was Maddie and Jack. Maddie was grinning at her husband lovingly, adoringly, pride written all over her face practically beaming and glowing with it; happy for her husband because, while being simple minded, Jack was still a genius engineer who could invent things like no other. And his inventions? They all worked to some capacity anyway, even ones that don't seem to at first. Those ones usually just need a little bit of charge from either ectoplasm or ecto energy, a fact that Danny's parents were finally starting to cotton on to. Jack and Maddie turned around to face their kids, big grins on their faces excited to show off his latest weapon/invention.

"Danny boy! Jazzy pants! there you are," Jack exclaimed. "I can't wait for you to see my latest in the Anti-Ghost Fenton Protection line! I call it, The Ghost Zapper 2000"!

What does it do" Jazz asked in Danny's stead. Danny's tongue was too thick and heavy in his mouth to speak.

"Well I'm glad you asked" Jack boomed, his voice echoing around in the small cage. "As you both know, ghost attacks have risen lately, and your mother and I can't be everywhere at once. We wanted a way to be able to keep you and the citizens safe in case we are busy or can't get to you in time. I modified a microwave and motion sensor device that will hone in on a ghost's ecto energy, so that when a spook crosses within 10 feet of this device, it shoots an energy beam at it, traps it, sucks it in, and drains their energy converting it into clean energy! That last part was your mother's idea! She's such a brilliant woman, your mother." Jack gives a loving glance to his wife.

"What happenes to the ghosts"? Jazz whispers her question trying not to sound as horrified as she felt.

"Well," Maddie expounded, "since a ghost is just energy, traditionally it would just vanish once its ecto energy is completely absorbed and stored by the machine". Danny swallowed around the lump in his throat as he tried not to vomit while his parents explained their latest deadly invention. "But, since we want to study ghosts as well, we decided that we would drain it until it's about just about tapped out, then contain it so it can recharge, so to speak, and we can use it again, study it, or dissect it! We're hoping to eventually catch that ghost boy"!

"And when we do catch it, we can study it, cut it open, and then feed it to the machine where it will be ripped apart molecule by molecule" Jack interrupted.

"Yes," Maddie continued. "And the energy collected from these ecto entities will go to the electricity inside our house and the houses of anyone else who wants it. It'll be a very sustainable way to produce energy"!

Danny was ready to pass out. He was shaken to his core. This has to be one of the worst weapons that his father had ever created.He started to sway every so slightly. Jazz noticed this and leaned gently into her brother to keep him standing.

"The best thing is that it only targets ghosts and completely ignores humans!" Jack was practically singing his words. "Here! Let me show you! Madds"?

Maddie nodded then walked out of the cage and closed Jack inside. Danny knew with sudden perfect clarity what was about to happen and was helpless to stop it. He started shaking harder as he watched, horrified, as Maddie pressed a button in what seemed to be slow motion. A little hole opened in the partition letting a single blob into the other side where Jack was waiting, standing there with his arms crossed, a twisted smile twisting his face. As soon as a ghost came within range, a blue energy field shot out from the device, grabbed the ghost, and dragged towards itself. It reminded Danny a little of how the thermos worked. The little blob ghost was scared and confused and started screaming. It's wail echoed harshly, reverberating against the glass as it clawed at the air trying to get away, but the pull was just too strong and it was sucked into the device which started to shake and hum lighting up from the inside. Danny hadn't realized that since this was a modified microwave, it meant that as it lit up from the inside, the window became transparent and if you wanted, you could see the little blob ghost, now a ball of ectoplasmic energy, getting smaller and smaller. Once the blob was about the size of a grain of rice the device beeped and the little tiny speck of a blob ghost was pushed through tubing and spat back out to the other side of the partition with the rest of the blob ghosts; all of whom were pushed as far away from the middle partition as they could possibly get without getting continuously shocked. Danny was going to throw up. He was sure of it.

"Oh yeah baby! I told you it would work Mads didn't I"?!

"Yes you did dear. Now for your reward"! Maddie pulled a baggie out of her weapons holster that contained fudge squares and gave them to Jack for a job well done. "I think it's our best creation yet! Not only are we getting rid of those dirty filthy creatures, we are also helping the world and the environment become clean and greener! And, since we have access to the ghost zone, when the blobs are completely drained we can catch some more! Since all of the ghosts that have been attacking recently have high ecto energy signatures, we will never run out of a clean supply of energy"! Maddie turned to the kids. "We plan on putting one in the mall, at the high school, in our house, and other areas around town that we have marked as common attack sights". She turned back to Jack. "Though, dear, we do need to do something about all of that ambient ecto acoustics…"

Danny wasn't listening to his parents anymore. A static had filled his ears and dots danced across his vision. He couldn't get the screams of the entity out of his head, nor the image of the way that it seemed to look towards him instinctively as if to say help me help me please help me, but he just stood by and did nothing. This weapon was dangerous and although Danny knew his father wasn't stupid, a bit simple minded perhaps, he often forgot that he has an engineering degree from a college and that he makes incredible inventions. inventions that he gets grants for. Inventions that he and his mother have won several awards for. Inventions that have hurt him before. Inventions that he uses against other ghosts. He had to get away. As he ran up the stairs of the basement, Danny sometimes wished parents weren't so smart.

#dannymay2023

[shiny-jr]

I fumkin love ur fic The Devil so much, love ur oc charlemagne and i gort SO down bad for him, very sadge to see that not a lot of people talkinf about him or the fic in general in tumblr but man that fic in quotev do have a gorilla grip on me that i would reread it back to back every saturday and sundays. Like, charlie is the blorbo from my yandere fic authors that i would want to chew up like a beloved dog toy, knead him like bread dough, let him rise and bake him at 400f for 15 minutes. Soak him with milk and suck the milk out like that one Webkinz toy and throw him against the wall to make a wet thud, wring him like a towel and clamp him down between my teeth and shake at breakneck speeds like those feral dogs , elbow bomb him like a WWE wrestler, put him in a meat grinder and make Charlemagne sausages,,, words alone cannot describe how much that man makes my brain go brr as in jackhammer obliterating tiled floors brr

It gives me some th0ts that wjat if tje mc somehow got into this groundhog type of situation and wakes up on the day where charlie would propose to her with expensive chunky ring. Id think after going thru all the shitstorm she would learn that "okay, maybe he is the greatest detective of all time, rivaling batman" and knows rhat if she drops everything and run, he is jusr going to find her and ruin everything again anyways

So she says yea sure go nuts, but there is that flavour of fear to whenever shes around him, im pretty sure anyone who is partially sentient can pick up on the vibe , especially charlie

Whenever he gives affection or gifts it woild be met with nervousness like mc is about to shit herself out of trembling so hard, but out of sheer fear and anger and hatred

Whenever he tries to ask what's wrong mc would simply dismiss his concerns and kinda gaslight him, saying he is crazy for thinking that something is wrong, the gaslighting done out of revenge and instinct to survive

I feel like that would be a mindfuck for him, i wonder if he would eventually just get used to it or he would smoke so much that he grows an extra pair of lungs cause the carcinogens mutated him so much that he went through rapid forced evolution

Of course, mc probably had to sacrifice her happiness with Elian and the pups, but i guess it should be temporary until charlie rests in pieces due to stress and confusion, but then the mc would also be in pieces from having her CPU on 100% everyday

Whoop another groundhog day event, mc just straight up murders him with the wine glass when she wakes up on the day he proposes to her again, unprompted, maybe even going all john wick and kill him with a pencil after sketching the final coat design

Also mans is lucky he is in the 70's, no doubt hes getting cancelled to hell if he is like in the 2020's

I can't tell if he would be the type to wear a hazmat or astronaut suit during the pandemic or he would brush the cheeky touch of the virus off as a mere cold, being anti vax and all

Makes me think about how he would react with social media and stuff, i kinda headcannon that he would obsessively read his comment section cause he loves feeling angy , but maybe he would simply not, cause as an influencer or celebrity, first rule is to never look at the comment section

Perhaps if you directly bring the 70's Charlie to modern days, he would go insane over social media and how much people talk about public figures

I also headcannon that a massive chunk of his regular business budget is allocated towards lawsuits too, cauae wirh all the stunts he is pulling publicly im pretty sure sometimes its just cheaper and more effective to pay the lawsuit than go on long shady battles wirh them, you know like how that "life hack" where you send a billionaire your wedding invitation and chances are they're going to give you gifts despite literally not knowing who you are? Yea that

I feel like if he is broight into modern modern times, his PR team would be working over time, crying, throwing up, shitting with all the crap he pulls. Everyone is bald from stress, everyone aged into an octogenarian and they have like a pager like surgeons where it alerts them whenever charlie does some silly shit and rhey have to do immediate damage control

Like he would spend hundreds of hours probably feeding the trolls and doxxing them too, nightmare for anyone on his marketing and PR team

But i might be wrong , he probably knows better and just ignores them

If he is 25 in like around 1974 (i assume thats when it takes place), he must be like 74 in 2023 and he would still slay the house down while battling arthritis and chronic bronchitis like yes hater king, go off 👏👏

Imagine though, 74 years old pulling stunts like how he did with mc in prosa, just need to pop a couple painkillers and go committing entering and breaking with their elderly walkers, maybe even with turbo wheelchairs

I feel like he would make his own Charlemagne brand electronics, and call it Charlemobile which comes built in with adware for his products only, like a popup ad keeps distracting you telling you to praise him and he would definitely 100% steal your information, like he is the only electronic manufacturer where you should read the terms and conditions word per word if you don't want to end up on craigslist one day

On the softer side, i feel like Charlie would prepare your medications when the both of you gets old and reminds you to eat it ❤️

Mc would try to sneak in a cyanide pill from time to time for his set of medications but have a sneaking suspicion that he might be immune to them cause of microdosing from years of assassination attempts

But lets muddle up the timeline again, i wonder like, will Charlie still kidnap mc even tho shes abstinent? Like no interest in dating other people, or interest in her dogs or interest in having children, she does her own NPC thing. But religiously rejects Charlie like muscle memory from clicking the "X" on a popup ad, will he still snap or will he just sees it as "oh well i can work with this"

Or like mc gets so spooked with all this groundhog day thing that she moves back in with the parents and refuses to budge, becomes a NEET,, will he still kidnap her ? Or kidnap her family in a twist of events

If they ever get married would he let mc see her family or is it a "god i fuckin hate my in laws , we are not going to the barbeque" type of deal?

I also keep thinking about the engagement announcement party near the end of the book, cause im a gal who has a really reactive bowel when nervous or uncomfortable or feeling strong emotions in general, i was thinking what if during the entire thing mc is stuck in the toilet and missed everything , including Elian and Charlie's top 5 freakouts of all time, so while you nuked the toilet, charlie nukes the whole place down. That would be funny i think

But yeah literally if i were in the story i would spend a great deal of time jailed to a toilet, i would literally miss every show of his because out of anger shits, i feel that would make him smoke a couple extra cigarettes that day and maybe even cry because it is force of nature, he cant conquer nature

Or can he? 👀

I feel like if this happens in the 1920's Charlie would consider lobotomizing mc but im glad its in the 70's

Do u think he would binge watch trashy TV reality shows and clutch his pearls whenever drama happens

Wow this is a long waffle, thanks for reading and until then, i shall be painfully yearning for more Charlemagne content

- Charlemagne Simp Anon (can i claim this anon pls)

Holy shit. Okay. When I saw how long this ask was, my eyes went wide like. My dude, this is a whole essay. I gotta put it under a special tag because I think this is the longest ask I've ever gotten and there's a lot of funny stuff from this. It's so wild to me that you would reread it so often?? That whole first paragraph really just shocked me.

These are a lot of thoughts you bring. A lot. Most I'm not even sure how to react to or how to respond. The part about his age though got me, because I know for a fact that Charlemagne would still be pulling crazy stunts at that age, like crashing the biggest fashion galas despite being on the ban list specifically because he's caused scenes in the past. Also, he would 100% watch horrible reality tv shows and clutch his pearls.

Unfortunately, I don't plan to make any Charlemagne content for the future, unless I had this groundbreaking idea and I see that The Devil reaches another milestone.

#shiny speaks #shiny meme #charlemagne simp anon #my oc #own story

[phantomuheist]

@epitomees said: Another brawl. Another sparring match. And another chance for Queen to gain the upper hand. Joker had improve since their last Metaverse training. Quicker jabs, improved timing and dodging, but that didn’t mean he’d gain an advantage on her. Her aikido classes and at-home exercises also kept her on top-top shape, even building up her previous faults and weaknesses. More agility, more flexibility, and of course, harder hits. “…better than I expected leader…” She commented through heaved breaths, locking red eyes upon Joker’s grey mischievous hues. With his back against the wall, she moved in close to block off any openings. “You’re utilizing your skills even more than before. I’ll admit I’m impressed….” But… “…and yet you still need to learn how to get yourself out of these predicaments.” Her arm gently bent forward, brushing ever so slightly upon Joker’s neck. Not enough to block his breathing, but to assure him of his situation. If he wanted to get out of it, he had to think. “Now go on…” Their masks briefly touched, forehead to forehead. “What are you going to do, my dear~?”

Unprompted | Always accepting

Oh, how he loved her and their sparring matches. It didn't matter who won in the end. He was having fun, letting off some much-needed steam from a stressful or long day. Only she understood him and his needs. She was an excellent partner, he couldn't deny that or the burning feeling in his heart whenever she landed a punch or a kick on him, and he slid his boots on the floor, holding back a laugh. He wouldn't go down easily, not by her or anyone else.

They fought for quite a while with war cries, grunts and fancy footwork filled the emptiness of the room. Until he got sloppy and before he could blink, he was with his back against the wall, staring into deep crimson hues.

Her arm prevented him from moving much. As if he wanted to. His panting became heavier with each breath he took. He was getting tired, and yet... so, so thrilled to have been given such an opportunity.

"My dear Queen... you set my soul on fire." His heart was beating so fast for her. The trill, the adrenaline he got from her... was unbearable. "I believe... you should already know the answer to that." Without a moment of hesitation, he crashed their lips together in a heated kiss, a gloved hand coming to wrap around her back. Then another kiss, and another. Letting her know that was her reward for today, and even leaving a bite on her bottom lip.

She was his and there was no escape from his grasp.

#epitomees #answered; #Our Light | Post!P5R #I'm Talkin' 'Bout Pleasure Forever And Ever {Shumako ; epitomees} #long post #um um he's VERY DOWN BAD FOR THIS!!!! #But we already knew that he SETS HIS ENTIRE BEING ON FIRE #HIT HIM HARDER--

[bertievi]

@emcrse continued form X

       SEND 💥 TO COME AND VISIT MY MUSE AFTER THEY WERE SHOT

       IT'S NOT HIS FIRST SHOOTING. He’s taken two bullets: one for each job, now. The first bullet wound sits hidden most of the time, scarred into his hip and rearing its ugly head in all its aching glory whenever Morse is stressed or tired or cold or moves the wrong way or breathes the wrong way. The pain echoes. It's been ricocheting about him since the shooting. It doesn't catch him as often as it used to; the walls of his life have widened as the years have passed. The pain no longer hisses inside him with every movement and the memory no longer strikes him with every loud noise. Though the memory has loosened its grip on him over time, Morse will never forget what it feels like to be shot.

       THE BLOOD HAS LONG-SINCE BEEN WIPED FROM HIS SKIN. It still coats his thoughts. If he closes his eyes, he can almost feel it still, hot and wet and sticking his shirt to him. It pools in the contours of his body and the corners of his mind. Morse moves a hand before he knows he's doing it. He rests it delicately over the wound in his side over layers of bandages and the soft white vest he's wearing, just enough of a touch to feel dry fabric, not blood. He does not mean to move his other hand either. Does not mean to check his old wound. It hasn't bled in years, and still, its echo has reached him today. Morse touches as gently here as the other wound. No blood. He knew there wouldn't be, and still, a part of him that remains ever-tense and coiled with fear thanks him for the reassurance.

       THE NEW BULLET WOUND HURTS AS BADLY AS HE REMEMBERS. It’s the same burn, the same deep throbbing of his body crying out at the splitting of skin and flesh. This time, though, there have been no urgent long journeys made with a bullet inside him, no sitting by bedsides of dying family members trying to ignore the bleeding, no desperate patch-jobs made to keep him going a few days longer. This time, everything is quiet. He’s been treated quietly and left to rest quietly. He has nothing else to do but wait, and listen, and feel. Endure. Rest. Not for the first time, Morse wishes they would not treat him so gently; if they were harsh or left him to look after himself, at least he might have something else to think about.

       THE NURSE BRINGS HIS VISITOR OVER AT THE WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT. He’s been told twice already to stay in bed, and yet Morse has got one foot on the floor and is trying to untangle himself from his covers. His head jerks up at their sudden approach, wide-eyed. Caught in the act. Morse scowls.

       “ARE YOU HERE TO LET ME COME BACK TO WORK?” Unlikely, but worth a try. Perhaps if Albert knows he wants to get back to work as soon as possible..

Albert has been hesitant to show himself in the hospital, part of him is not sure he has the right to show his face to Morse and he does wonder if the other man even wants to see him given what happened. Could it all have been his fault? He’s still working out the details but Morse deserves a show of respect and maybe even an apology if he’s well behaved enough. 

Apparently that was not likely to be the case as when he steps into the room he can already see Morse is trying to stand, he might have at first thought it was out of some traditional respect for a royal entering one’s room but when the check comes as his greeting, Albert figures it is not the case and the man should be told to get back into bed. He calmly thanks the nurse to leave her to her other work and closes the door behind her as she leaves. 

“No -quite the opposite.” He says plainly. Albert has no one with him, he’s clearly managed to sneak away from whoever else has been sent to look after him in the meantime. “I shall -have to -pull rank if you do not -put yourself back into bed and rest, Morse.” He warns as he crosses the room, a newspaper in one hand while his free hand points back to the bed Morse is supposed to be using. 

“Neither of us want that embarrassment so, please, get back into bed.” At least while he’s there he can try to be a good influence, once they leave each other’s company that’s naturally allowed to change. Albert will have to sneak back home and Morse can climb out of bed and regret doing so to his heart’s content. “I have -come to check on you, that was -quite the daring thing you did, I wanted -to express my -gratitude”

#emcrse #PrinceAlbertVerse #He is a bad patient! #tw: blood #tw: injury #tw: shooting

[whywoulditho]

vent time. ignore

#so my dorm room is pretty small and even through i have a desk its not easy to study there bc i have roommates too etc #so i was trying to find some place to study peacefully #there weren't many options it was either cafeteria or a random empty room #the cafeteria is always loud so that was a no no. and some of the empty rooms in the buldings have large tables i can use to study #so i tried those #but the thing is unhygenic places trigger my anxiety #(which i suspect might be more like an ocd but i dont dare say anything before i see a therapist) #and those study rooms are public so everyone uses them. and they get in with their shoes on too (i take mine off when i'm in my room) #whenever i touched the walls or the floor i got so stressed and wanted to go take a shower. so obviously it didn't work #that's when i decided i have to make my place myself so i picked an empty room that literally nobody used and cleaned it up #got some help of other people to bring a table to the room and started using that place #i put a sign on the door that said please dont get in with your shoes bc i cleaned this fucking room thank you #nad it was going so good i loved that place it was clean and fresh and comfortable it was great #then one week i'm si k and i dont go there for a few days in a row #AND SOME MOTHERFUCKERS START USING MY ROOM #now. i know i cant be mad at anyone cause that's literally a public space too. but seriously out of all the rooms they can use...why mine? #i mean it wasn't even a study room before. there weren't even tables. and this whole year no one used it even once #i stepped up and made that place something. i'm sorry but i did it for myself not for anyone else #now its filthy again and i have to clean. but thats not even the issue. the issue is that people keep using the room whenever i'm not there #its not safe anymore #and i dont know how to ask them to leave #they look me in the eye and be like 'you wont mind if we study for a couple hours here right?' and i'm like '...sure. i was leaving anyway' #WHY AM I LIKE THIS #I hate this so much #how do i tell them to fuck off #UUUYGHHHHH #i think i'm gonna cry #sorry #this is the tag i'll use for my rants

[lunamochii]

Genshin men having their fun by playing with your tits❤️ [ Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Thoma ]

notes&warning :

w — cum denial, fingering, squirting, groping, bit rush, not proofread

n — to the people who have requested don’t worry I will do yours once I’m done with my other threads~, REBLOGS ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED ❤️

Diluc

Sitting on the couch inside his room while his kneeling with one leg and the other one is to keep him steady, hands groping your left breast, mouth sucking and biting softly your right breast while his red eyes stare at your flustered face

Soft moans slipping out from time to time on your lips, hands gripping on the couch as you lean your back on the couch, breath hitching every time his tongue traces circles on your chest

It has been a long day for Diluc and he wants to let out his stress by playing with your breast, also he gets to hear your whimpers every time he will suck both of your nipples at the same time

“Such a good girl, it’s still not enough. Let me lick you more.”

Kaeya

Kaeya took a break from his work and he already have you sitting on his lap, surely the captain didn’t waste no time on getting rid of your top and immediately indulge his self with your breast

At first he would bury his face but his hands would start groping it softly and it will end up with you begging him to suck your nipples, just by groping it your nipples got hard

Kaeya finds it amusing and he would tease you by giving it a lick one at a time, fingers pinching it softly then stopping it when you let out a voice

“Ah-uh~ make a noise and I will leave you and your hard nipples alone~”

Childe

Childe likes showing you off he even will buy a off shoulder dress for you, telling you to wear it exposing the marks he have decorated your body with. Especially on the chest area Childe made sure a red mark is visible just so everyone will know that you belong to him

The other reason he bought that dress is he can see your cleavage and he loves the view he gets especially when you bend a little in front of him, unable to control his lust he will lean down and whisper dirty words at you making you look at him and Childe is just smiling at you

He would grab you by your hand and the both of you will end up in a abandon alley, his knees rubbing at your clothed sex, hands groping your breast harshly. He would suck your nipples alternately then suck it at the same time making you let out a loud moan, that earn a grin from the man

“Heh— love it when I do that, yeah ? Hmm then I will do it more~”

Zhongli

Sitting on Zhongli’s cock and keeping his cock warm at the same time, not daring to move you held on to his shoulders letting your moans cover the four walls of the bedroom, the man getting crazy over your breast loving how it feels having your nipples inside his mouth

He would spit on it and knead it making you moan even more, then he would slap it not too rough earning a low moan from you, he jerk his hips up and you almost curse at him feeling your insides getting stretch

Zhongli chuckles from your reaction and return on sucking your tits, pinching your nipples and tugging on it wanting to let you experience much more pleasure from his touch

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I will be filling you with my cum in a bit. Just let me enjoy your breast for the time being~”

Thoma

Clothes on the floor and your bra is even hanging on the lampshade luckily no one is home and you can moan freely, Thoma enjoying on sucking your breast and fingering your insides, his bedsheets already soak from your juices

Tears running down from your eyes as he overstimulates you, orgasm to orgasm Thoma won’t stop fingering you and he will bit your breast whenever you try to push him away

The way his tongue circles around your nipple and the way his fingers move inside you is making you go crazy, your fingers scratching his back as your toes curled, indicating for your another orgasm that you seems to have lost count, Thoma notices how your insides tightens around his fingers so he move it more faster, when you scream his name he move and grope your breast hard and let you squirt out your juices on to his bedsheet

“Seems like I have to change~ damn baby! Look at the mess you made~ let me change the bedsheets then let’s fuck on my couch~”

˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ≀ˍ̮ ❝᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚ masterlist

#genshin scenarios #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #diluc smut #genshin impact #genshin x reader #master diluc #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #genshin childe #childe scenarios #childe x y/n #childe smut #kaeya x reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya imagines #kaeya x y/n #kaeya smut #zhongli x y/n #genshin zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli smut #zhongli imagines #genshin impact thoma #tohma x reader #tohma imagines #tohma smut #tohma x y/n #diluc scenarios #diluc x you

[lix-ables]

a love like this || bang chan; nsfw.

a/n || so i may have watched a certain movie, and the scene gave me ideas fr i cant,,

taglist;; @hwajin @starlostseungmin @chrisbahng @niinjo @chvnnie (let me know if you wanna be in the taglist!!)

cw; i think hhh smut, slight humping, f.receiving, orgasm denial, use of pet names like doll, bug, love, etc, teasing, sir kink, fluff???

your eyes open with the sound of the bathroom door closing, and you realize you fell asleep. in the bathtub. yet again. you squint your eyes to the man in front of you who was face to face in front of you, settling on the floor. “you fell asleep in the tub again, bug,” chan hushes, his fingers reaching to stroke your face and you lean into it, sighing. 

“mhmm,” was all you whisper in response, and before you could ask your boyfriend anything, you watch his shirt being tugged by him, as he takes it off, folding it and placing it on the floor next to him. “why’d you do that, baby?” 

“i wouldn't want it to get soaked,” he smiles, leaning to press feather-like kisses to your forehead, his biceps flexing as he did so, making you blush. 

you still turned red whenever he got shirtless or naked, considering you’ve been together for a year now. “still blushing are we? look at you being so innocent,” chan hums at your reaction. you look down, splashing the water a bit around you, not wanting to look at your boyfriend in the eyes. 

“how do you expect me to help you when you’re not looking at me, love?” he frowns, his fingers extending to tilt your face to him. his free hand dips into the bathtub, soaking his hand in the water. you know both of you are going to have wrinkly fingers and skin after this, that is for sure.

“d-didn’t say anything,” you mumble, biting your lip. “and you don’t need to. the last thing i want is you being stressed, you know that,” chan scolds lightly, throwing a little water in your direction, earning a small gasp from you. “o-okay,” you manage to let out, whining at the feeling of him slowly letting his fingers trace your thighs.

“don’t tease,” you whine, holding his wrist that was currently on your body, sending the shivers down to your core, and you clench your thighs. his hand spreads your legs open again, his look asking you to let him touch you. “i’m not teasing you, bug. you need to let me in if you want to cum,” he says softly, his palm now cupping your pussy, letting just a single finger slide into your core, and you moan out, your grip on his wrist tightening. 

“look at you, already so wet and sucking my fingers like that.”

you mewl, throwing your head back, almost hitting the wall behind you. you didn’t care if you got hurt, you needed chan. and he knew you did. he knew your body inside out, knew what got you weak, what made you squirm, what you loved.

“baby, don’t be greedy now,” chan chides lightly, and he moves his hand in a way that his thumb was now on your clit, rubbing small and soft circles around the bud. “’m not greedy, s-sir..” “really, now?” he tilts his head to look at you, getting on his knees now to access you better. 

“are you not moving against my hand right this moment, doll?”

you look down at your thighs when he said this, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink at his comment. you arch your back a bit, continuing to move against his hand, getting desperate for any movement. “am i not letting you do what you want? you didn’t even have to use your words this time,” chan bites his bottom lip, his hand moving against the friction of your movement, his pace slowing down.

“‘m sorry, sir-” a silent cry left your lips, making chan grunt at this, and his thumb moves faster before stopping abruptly. he places a kiss to your hair, then brushing a strand away before getting up and looks down at you. “i’m not letting you cum, i hope you know that, bug.”

he walks to the door, ignoring your protests as you sit up in the tub, and he turns around. his eyes fall to your chest and your perky nipples. “get out of the tub, darlin', we have something we need to work on.”

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