#i just think that pretty boys with pretty eyes and pink lips deserve to cry during sex sometimes. as a treat

[johnslittlespoon]

plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale

gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3

john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.

so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.

john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.

he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).

so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.

he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.

the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.

a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"

laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.

it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.

gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.

"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.

gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.

john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.

he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.

he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.

he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.

it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.

#bruh this was 1.3k i did not mean to get into so much detail #the keep reading button has never been more necessary #i wish i could crank out long drabbles like this for all the asks #but they take sooo long for me to write i am NOT a fast writer lol hence why i post a fic like once a month #but sometimes certain asks just itch my brain some type of way and then boom i've thrown up onto a tumblr post #anyway dacryphilia my beloved <3 #in any other scenario john hates to see gale cry. but i think in bed he would have an affinity for making him feel so good that he cries #have i thought about this extensively? perhaps. #i just think that pretty boys with pretty eyes and pink lips deserve to cry during sex sometimes. as a treat #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #buck x bucky #buckbucky

[tteokdoroki]

Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#csm x reader #csm smut #denji x reader #denji smut #denji x you #denji imagines #denji drabbles #denji thirst #csm imagine #csm drabble #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man imagine #chainsaw man thirst #csm denji x reader #csm denji smut #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #chainsaw man drabble

[anisangeldust]

Pretty when you cry 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: feelings are hard.

Pairing: young politician!Coriolanus x Fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Coriolanus is stressed and needs you, emotional vulnerability, mentions of parental loss, crying.

A/N: just some heart-achy fluff bc I’m in the mood to coddle someone rn🎀

Masculinity and Bravado were drilled into the brain of Panems president since the day he was born, festering like an infection, multiplying like an invasion, until all he could feel was shame for feeling.

So often he’d find himself teary eyed, chanting soliloquies of “Men don’t cry, you aren’t weak, crying makes you weak.” like mantras around his apartment, such nonsense that those superior used to undermine his naturally empathetic soul.

It wasn’t until many moons later that he crossed your sacred path, your mere presence a soothing compress on his aching heart. Little by little, you cleared his night skies from its once insurmountable peril, the darkness that had consumed his soul was no longer seeping through his core, instead it soaked through his eyes, salty drops of crystalline water flowing down his milky cheeks.

At the moment, he was being comforted by his ever so generous and loving wife. The emotions he buried so desperately were now flowing like a river in front of his own personal Aphrodite, a tsunami of emotions flooding his soul, lapping at the weak spots of his delicate being. Never would anyone describe Coriolanus Snow as vulnerable, but right now he was. Your tenderness akin to the mother he lost so long ago, and his trembling frame that of a little boy. This is love in its rawest form, the ability to express vulnerability without judgement, the thing Coriolanus so clearly craved his whole adolescence.

Heaven was breaking down in your arms, having a rough day and coming home to you, the woman he loved with every ounce of his being, to have you hold his face and tell him it was all going to be okay; your murmured words like a warm compress on his aching heart.

So often he reminded himself that he was allowed to have bad days, being president was draining, and the cracks in his mask were deepening, he could no longer hide from the flood, he had to just make sure he didn’t drown. Luckily you were his life boat. Despite all his hard work, sometimes the darkness prevails, dawning cloaks of false serendipity, only to shed its light and consume your dignity. The darkness that clouds his vision, creeps into the corners of his mind, dampens his thinking, the darkness only you can cut through. He beam of light, his saving grace.

Coriolanus was a blubbering mess, your fingers running in his platinum curls a reminder that he was safe, that he was going to be okay. Slowly, he lifted his head from your chest and sniffled.

“I don’t deserve you..” he murmured, eyes red and puffy from crying so hard.

“Shhh, just lay on me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you” you cooed, pressing his face back into the soft fat of your chest. As to which he happily complied.

The muscles of his shirtless back were relaxed, melting into you and your warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you like you were going to disappear if he let go, you were his most precious gem, a beauty unmatched by the most divine beings, a goddess amongst men, and Coriolanus was your most devoted apostle.

Slowly, his breathing regained stability, his pink lips no longer quivering, chest no longer heaving. You peppered his teary cheeks with kisses as he calmed down slowly. His mind slipping form consciousness as he fell asleep.

“I love you” he croaked gently, voice rough and tone uneven, the most vulnerable state Coriolanus Snow could be in, the one reserved for you.

“I love you too baby boy, so much. Now sleep, it’ll all be okay” you mutter as he flutters his eyes closed and lays on you completely, your own personal weighted blanket.

Coriolanus was truly sculpted by the gods, how else would he be so pretty when he cries?

#coriolanus snow #tom blyth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #anisangeldust #hes so babygirl #coriolanus snow fluff #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x female!reader #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚angel #pretty when you cry #coriolanus snow smut #angel #angel dust #tom blyth x reader #tbosbas #tbosas #pretty crier

[beautifulbrainrot]

can you write about sd!regulus with a mommy kink in lace panties? he’s always so good to his mommy so he deserves a bj🤭

good boy.

regulus black x fem!reader

goddd, i’ve been thinking abt sd!reg for so long!!!!

18+

you at the foot of the bed, taking in the view of your beautiful boy. his lean, pale body was stretched across the sheets, dark hair splayed on the pillow. he looked up at you with lust and want in his usually so stormy eyes, and you could feel yourself thrumming with need the longer you started into them.

he trailed his soft hands over his unblemished skin, whimpering softly as he tweaked his rosy nipples, before brushing his hands down to his cock, trapped away in the tiniest, laciest pair of panties.

he respectfully didn’t touch his hard cock, only making a small dent in the silky fabric, making sure to keep his hands of what was yours.

you smiled at this, uttering those simple words that made your boy melt every time.

“good boy.”

watching his eyes go glassy and his lips part with a whimper, you crawled on the bed, settling yourself between his soft thighs.

“i’m a good boy, mommy?”

“so good. the best boy. which is why..” you said while tucking your fingers into the waistband of his little panties, “i’m going to do something special.”

“special?” he asked, his voice soft and curious.

“mommy’s gonna suck your pretty little cock. d’you want that baby?” you said softly, looking up at him, toying with the lacy hem of his panties.

he nodded desperately, before correcting himself.

“yes! yes- i want that mommy, thank you.” he breathed, eyes wide and needy.

you smiled at the sight before suddenly tugging the panties down his slim hips and down his thighs. he squeaked as his hard cock was exposed to the cool air, before being quickly replaced by your warm breath as you settled back between his legs, throwing his panties to the side of the room.

you admired his small pink cock, the tip leaking deliciously, prompting you to lay a small kiss to it, pre-come smearing on your lips.

he shook slightly, whining at the gentle sensation, cheeks flushing.

“s’pretty reg.” you cooed, pressing another kiss to his dick, then another, before lust took over and you licked a stripe up his short length.

he shivered, gasping and moaning, head throwing back into the pillows.

“look at me.” you commanded. your voice was quiet and low, and regulus could not disobey you, lifting his head up from the pillows to look at you between his thighs.

“i’m gonna suck your little cock, and you’re gonna watch me. you look away, i’ll stop. got it?”

“yes mommy!” he nodded, and you smiled. it warmed his heart as you smiled at him. he was always desperate for your approval, and it brought a bright smile to his own face, and flush to his cheeks every time he received it.

you gentle took his cock in your mouth, it not taking up too much space like a larger cock would, making it easier for you to suck and kiss and pay close attention to it without discomfort.

the moans and whined falling from his lips were music to your ears as you laved over his cock, paying close attention to the pretty pink tip, pulling of now and then just to press kisses to the head to watch his tremble and squeal.

you warm, wet mouth around him was heaven to regulus, his cheeks flushed bright red as you sucked, licked and kisses his cock, his thighs trembling around your head as the pleasure built.

“mommy- i can’t- can’t hold it!” regulus started to whine as you ran your tongue ran over his cock as you held it in your mouth, the wet heat and constant stimulation pushing regulus closer to orgasm, faster than he would have liked.

but you didn’t mind, instead teasing him more, sucking around him to make him cry out mommy, holding apart his thighs as they started to shake and squeeze together. it always got you off how much power you had in these moments, how you gave him pleasure and all he could do was moan and tremble in your hold.

with a final harsh suck, his came with a cry, hips bucking slightly into your mouth, come spurting down your throat.

you gently pulled off, smiling softly as he shivered in overstimulation, and crawled up his body, pressing small kisses and making small hickeys along his pale chest as you went, before kissing his soft lips.

“was i good f’you mommy?” he asked softly, a little dopily, eyes glassed over as you held him close.

“so good, baby. my good boy.”

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #sub regulus black #sub!regulus black #marauders era fanfiction

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Do you ever just think about how lean Hoshi is and how good it’d feel to grind in his lap and listen to his pretty whines

tw: sub!Soonyoung, dom fem!reader, dry humping, praise, cumming in pants, use of titles (miss), dacryphilia - minors dni.

@horanghater tagged for science

"What's wrong, Soonie? Are you shy?" You coo at him with fake sympathy.

Soonyoung's hand doesn't budge away from his mouth, trying his best to muffle his needy moans. You click your tongue in annoyance and grab his wrist, pulling it away from his mouth.

"I want to hear you, pretty boy - even if you cry from feeling too good." You put his wrist down, your other hand perched on his naked waist.

"M-Miss-"

"What do you want, Soonie?"

"P-Please, go faster." He pants, eyes brimming with tears. "I'm begging you, please!"

"How can I say no when you're so good at begging for me?" You let his wrist and tilt his jaw upwards, your lips trailing over his cheeks to catch his tears.

You push his torso down on the bed and grip his waist with both hands, your hips going crazy over his lap. You start humping his clothed dick as if you were actually riding him with your bare pussy, but the fabric barriers heighten the neediness - it feels so close yet so far away at the same time.

Soonyoung is almost thrashing on the bed, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him to keep his mouth open, just like you told him. He bucks his hips to get more friction, but your hands keep him pinned down to the mattress.

"Don't misbehave, Soonie. I know you can be a good boy and behave - you know what good boys get when they behave well, don't you?"

"T-They get to cum." He stutters between his tears.

"Exactly. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-Yes, miss."

"Good boy."

You continue to rub your crotch on Soonyoung's, hands massaging his skin to elicit more whines from his mouth. He shivers when your nails rake over his the lines of his abs, his whines turning in loud moans.

"Miss I'm going to cum, oh fuck, I'm so close -"

"You want to cum, pretty boy?"

"Yes! Please let me cum!" He lurges forward with more tears in his eyes.

"You can cum, dear Soonie, you deserve it."

He bucks his hips twice and his cock explodes in his sweats, wet spots forming on the fabric. His face is covered in a bright pink color, his hair sticking on his forehead.

You reach out to swipe his hair away from his forehead and give him a sweet smile.

"You did so well, Soonie."

Soonyoung grins tiredly, cheeks glowing from his post-orgasmic haze.

"Thank you, Miss."

#svthub #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #svt hoshi #kwon soonyoung #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #answered✨ #tw dacryphilia

[sluttywonwoo]

Lix thots- pegging him. Idk boy is just peggable. So pretty. So whiny. So eager to please. I bet he just loses himself to the pleasure when you peg him

impact play tw

“you’re so pretty when you cry, lix.”

he whines, turning his face away from you shyly as his cheeks and the tips of his ears turn a delicate shade of pink.

“uh-uh, look at me,” you warn.

you give him the chance to be obedient, to correct his behavior and when he doesn’t, you give him a light smack on the face to get his attention.

the effect is immediate. he whips his head back towards you, eyes wide.

“don’t look away from me again.”

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, baby, i just want to see your pretty face while i’m fucking you.”

he whines again but doesn’t turn away this time, instead trapping his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from making too much noise. he’s embarrassed enough as it is. he’s already crying and whimpering… any more and—

“baby,” he moans, immediately breaking his resolve to keep it together.

“hm?”

“i… i need to cum,” he pants.

“you do?”

“yes… please, it hurts.”

“i’m not stopping you,” you muse, watching his cock twitch against his tummy. “you can cum whenever you want.”

felix’s eyebrows knit together in frustration. he opens his mouth as if to say something, blinks once, twice, and then closes it, pressing his lips into a pout.

“what is it?” you ask even though you know exactly what it is.

“i-i need more.”

“more?”

“please, more…”

“my cock isn’t enough for you?” you tease, angling your hips in a way that has your strap hitting felix’s prostate perfectly.

“you know that’s not what i mean,” he sobs.

“you don’t think you can cum like this?”

you try not to sound disappointed even though you are a little bit because you secretly were trying to test whether or not he could cum from penetration alone… but whatever your pretty boyfriend wants, your pretty boyfriend gets, so that would have to wait for another time.

“i might be able to, it just won’t feel as good,” felix explains shakily.

“ah, i see. spit in my hand.”

he does and you reward him for it instantly by wrapping that very same hand around his cock. felix sighs in relief as you start to pump your fist around him. his body goes limp and his eyes roll to the back of his head. he tries to buck up into your grasp but you don’t let him, smacking him again on the cheek to get him to behave.

he jolts, mouth falling open in a silent moan.

“that fast?” you muse, mostly to yourself as you watch your boyfriend struggle under you.

“not my fault you’re hot and you have a huge dick!” felix protests.

“it is your fault, actually. you picked it out.”

“screw the fucking details!” he cries. “we bought it online, you know i can’t conceptualize metrics when i’m horny!”

you can’t help but raise your eyebrows in shock at his little outburst. he notices and seems to shrink into himself, trying to hide like you’re not currently buried to the hilt inside of him.

“oh, someone gets mouthy when they’re desperate, don’t they?”

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” felix stammers, “it just feels too good, baby. i didn’t mean it. please let me cum.”

you eye him disapprovingly. “i don’t know if you deserve to.”

“god, please, i need to… baby, i need it. need to cum my fucking brains out, you feel too good inside of me…”

“well, you should’ve thought about that before taking back. ask me again in thirty seconds.”

#answered #anon #stray kids smut #skz smut #felix smut #lee felix smut

[fanficsat12am]

how the brothers react to you wiping their kiss off prank I Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus

Lucifer & Mammon Beelzebub & Belphegor

Leviathan

This poor boy is super insecure, often calling himself “ a yucky otaku”. He’s surprised you even find anything redeeming in him and thinks that he’s not deserving of the love you give him.

Levi tried to be the best boyfriend for you. He’s terrified that you’ll realize how pathetic he is and leave.

He thought he was doing pretty good at his little IRL dating sim. So it was completely out of nowhere when you decided to wipe his kiss off after winning a round in his new game.

His mind just went blank, thinking of where he went wrong. Did he say something to offend you? Were you tired of just watching him play all day? Did you want him to spend more time with you? Or was it just him? Did you finally get tired of him?

He doesn’t even notice himself crying until you wipe the tears quickly running down his face. He immediately clings to you, laying his head on your shoulder, and starts begging you to stay.

“I know I’m just a yuckie otaku, but please give me another chance. I swear I'll try even harder just p-please don't give up on me”

A deep pit or guilt starts to form in your stomach. You underestimated how low Levi thinks of himself. His tears start to seep into your shirt, a wet patch quickly forming.

You start to pet his head, reassuring him that you weren’t going to leave him. After a few minutes, his breathing starts to steady and he lifts his head up–bloodshot eyes staring back at you.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him it was a prank. So you made an excuse instead, telling him that your lips just felt a little wet afterwards.

After that, you made sure to earn his trust back by waking him up everyday with a text message on one of the many things you love about him. Because of this, he always goes down to breakfast with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

Satan

For as long as he can remember, reading had always been his favorite hobby. He’s never really been the type to demon to look at words at its surface value. He reads between the lines and finds that a great book is built with the attention to the smallest of details.

Because of this, Satan has always treasured the smallest gestures you do for him. He finds that these small doings are what makes a relationship special.

You wiped his kiss while you were reading a book with him one morning. He’ll notice of course and instead of asking you about it shrugged it off and thought nothing of it. Maybe he had some coffee on his lips or something, trying to convince himself rationalize why you’d do that.

The cycle continues the rest of the day, with him kissing you and you wiping it away. He starts to pout after the third time you wipe it. On top of all the books he’s read, romance novels were no stranger to him. He learned that it was best to give the other party some time to themself and not to push anything out of them. But that didn’t make the situation better.

He finally snaps the next day and just outright asks you in the privacy of your room. He starts to bang on your door and enters when he hears your approval. You smile at him, asking him if he needed something.

“My Kitten, did I do something to cross you? I tried giving you some space but I still can’t figure out what you need. If you’re falling out of love with me, please tell me so. I don’t want to see you up and leave without an explanation at least”

Through Satan’s little ramble, he started to pace back and forth in your room. He looked like he was trying to solve one of the greatest mysteries to ever unfold, connecting clues left and right.

You finally got tired after 30 minutes of him asking if you got drugged by an anti-love potion. You gently took his hands in yours and told him it was a prank. His brain just froze at that moment. You pranked a prankster like him? Oh he’s so gonna get you back for that.

Watch out for your back for the next few weeks. This man will be planning the greatest prank on you with Belphie. Either that or he’ll get revenge by placing a “24 hours no cuddles'' rule on you and will stay in his room all day. Eventually his ban crumbles on him, Satan missing you after a few hours and goes looking for you.

Asmodeus

Even though he’s the Avatar of Lust, he finds short and sweet kisses just as loving as those he’s given in times of passion. He’s a very clingy person and makes sure to give you as much affection as he can whenever you’re together.

The brothers usually find a trace of Asmo’s lipstick somewhere on you– a symbol that no matter where you are, he’s there with you.

At first he didn’t really see you wiping it away, only noticing once he saw that his makeup was nowhere to be seen on you. He immediately leapt from his seat and gave you a big kiss on your cheek, the blemish dark enough for anyone to see. He was about to go lay back down on the couch but he sees you grab a tissue and start wiping away the mark.

Who do you think you are to wipe his kiss away? This is definitely not gonna fly with him. Without a word, he stands up and makes a beeline towards his room. He comes back, the darkest shade of lipstick in hand accompanied by a suspicious grin on his face.

He takes the cap off, places a generous amount on his lips, and pulls you to him by your waist. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, your face is littered by his kisses.

“Go ahead and try wiping them off, Dearie. If I see even one of them missing, trust me when I say that your face won't be the only thing I’m marking with my lips”

Knowing him, you know that he wasn’t afraid to come through with his little threat. So you just dropped the prank and told him everything.

Before you can even finish explaining everything, he picks you up and carries you back to his room. He places you on his bed and whispers “I’ll make sure to leave marks that’ll last for weeks, Darlin”

#obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me angst #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #leviathan fluff #satan fluff #asmodeus fluff #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x mc #shall we date leviathan #shall we date satan #shall we date asmodeus

[hyunsvngs]

imagine making jisung fuck you with a strap instead of his dick cause he was acting like a fuckin brat all day.

bad boys don’t deserve pussy!!!

—cunty anon🩷 (who is now feeling much better)

hiii cunty anon i'm glad ur feeling okay!!

this is golden tho. putting it under a cut cause i got slightly carried away hehe

jisung bugging you all day while you're working, he's texting you nonstop about how badly he wants your pussy, going on and on about how much he needs it. asking you to come home and fuck him when he's well aware you've got an important meeting that afternoon. and he knows he's not allowed to touch himself while you're out today, you specifically instructed him to save all his cum for you when you get home. but he sends you a picture of his fingers covered in sticky white oozy cum... honestly, what did he expect?

you smile at him kindly when you return home, and the hopeful look in his eyes tells you that he really thinks he's gotten away with it. you kiss his forehead. "go and fetch the cage." his face falls instantly, and he begins to stammer out some excuses, but he quickly stops when you give him a stern look.

he's already undressed and laying on the bed when you enter the bedroom, pink plastic cock cage in his hand. he's pouting, but not protesting - yet. you manipulate his dick into the cage, securing it closed. "that's the only time i'm gonna touch that dick tonight, brat," you tell him sweetly. he whines, but still doesn't fight back.

when you bring out the strap, fixing the harness around his thighs and slutty little waist, his eyes widen. he knows the drill. "no, no, please, y/n - can't you at least sit on my face? please please please?"

you can't help but snicker at the audacity. "you're not getting anywhere near this pussy, jisung. you're gonna lie there nicely while i fuck myself on this strap. and don't you dare bitch about it, because it's more than you deserve."

you undress slowly in front of him, looking deeply into his eyes. you could tell he was desperate to touch his useless cock, bound up in its cage. you climb atop him, straddling his waist and descending onto the strap. slowly, slowly, sinking all the way down, spreading your lips so that everything was within jisung's view.

he's trembling with want at this point, his thighs shaking beneath you. his hands remain obediently secured behind his head, no matter how badly he wants to reach out and touch. he probably thinks that if he behaves well enough you'll unlock his cage, or at the very least press a vibrator against it until he cums. he's wrong.

if there's one thing you will do, though, it's put on a show for him. you bounce on his plastic dick, one hand tweaking at your nipple, the other rubbing your clit. you cry out, moaning about how much better the dildo feels, about how much you'd prefer to fuck this plastic than his pathetic little dick, and that you ought to leave it caged up forever. jisung is almost blubbering at this point.

"please, y/n, please, god, fuck, i'm so bad - i'm such a bad boy, i can't hold it back, i can't - ungh!"

you'd know that squeal anywhere. you cackle. "han jisung, tell me you didn't just cum."

"i'm sorry!" he wails, tears spilling down his round cheeks.

he'd been making such pretty whiny noises that you'd actually considered sitting on his face after you came. not now, though. now you had to test just how many times you could make him cum untouched like this.

-billy

#billy's asks ☆ #asks: jisung #cunty anon 💌 #sweet baby anon

[kikuowo]

THE LONELY TREE

PAIRING: sanzu haruchiyo x reader

SUMMARY: comforting him <3

WARNINGS: slight manga spoliers about sanzu’s past. self deprecating thoughts . i did NOT proofread so goodluck lmfao

A/N: omg…hi hey guys im.. alive what. ive had this in my drafts for EVEEEERRRR and finally found motivation to finish it. its not long and its not great but its something. i miss tr and i miss sanzu my pookiebear…

every so often, haruchiyo would return to this state. his old self. once again he was timid and quiet, the kind boy you remembered when first meeting him.

he went from his loud teasing nature, to locking himself in the bathroom. he would stare into his reflection with dim eyes that seemed to be far off into his mind.

haru thought he was hideous. bright obnoxious pink hair, something so childish for a top ranking gang member, that paled his already ghastly skin even more. freckles dotted across his nose and cheeks, he had always hated them as a kid and now even in his late 20s he still wont acknowledge that no amount of scrubbing will wash them away.

two large jagged diamonds were etched into his skin. just thinking about them he could still feel the sharp stabbing pain from the edge of the plastic toy like it happened yesterday. he thinks this might be the ugliest aspect of him. he could tolerate the pale skin, freckles, eyebags, and wild hair. all easy fixes, he thinks, but has no motivation whatsoever to do so. however, the scarred skin on each corner of his mouth would never, could never, be fixed.

his appearance was just one thing that made him hideous. his action and, really his whole existence was hideous.

never was he good enough.

not good enough for their mother to stay. not good enough for their father to raise them. he was a terrible brother, teaching senju wrong and always disappointing takeomi.

he was a bad friend.

he killed mochi. one of the few people who he thought truly cared for his well being, even thought of him as a younger brother.

he was a bad boyfriend.

haru knew he wasn’t good to you. he knew you deserved someone normal. someone who isn’t an addict. someone who can go out freely and take you out on dates. he knew you deserved someone who didn’t lose their temper easy like him, who hurt you not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. he’s not sure why you’ve been following him around so long, but he also isn’t sure what he would do if you stopped.

rindou had warned you through text about haruchiyo’s sudden drop in mood. you immediately dropped everything and rush home to him, wanting to stop his self loathing quickly before it turned for the worse.

when you arrived to the apartment all lights were off, drapes closed and everything was quiet. if you didn’t know any better you would think no one was home. but you knew he was home, if not for the shoes thrown haphazardly by the door, the soft sounds of crying could be heard.

you ponder on calling out your arrival, deciding on just being loud enough to let him know you are home, but not enough to startle him. you make your way to the bathroom and quietly knock three times before pausing then entering.

haru stands slouched in front of the sink. his rose colored hair messy, eyes red and puffy, and a frown set on his lips.

taking a slow breath you walk up to him, your reflections side by side. you know he knows you are there, it shows in the way he slightly tenses and his hands begin to shake. you want nothing more than to comfort him, however knowing he dislikes overbearing people holds you back for a moment. unsure and unmoving, you take this moment to really look at the broken man in front of you.

you see his pain, you see his hardships, you see his worry, you see is sadness. but you also see his pretty blue eyes that always look at you with love and hopefulness. you see pretty porcelain skin that blushes a pretty pink when he gets flustered from your words of love. you see rosy lips that you love to feel against your own and that you know he loves to use to praise you, to make you feel loved.

you also see two scars, one on each side of those lips. deep down they have always made you feel a sense of sadness. a once happy little boy scarred for something he didn’t do, insecure to the point of covering his face for years, a moment forever changing his life.

but they also made you happy. they were apart of haruchiyo, the man you loved with every atom inside of you. anytime a diamond appeared throughout the day you instantly thought of him. how happy he made you, how much you missed him, when will be the next time you can hold him? kiss him?

snapping out of your trance, you once again walk up to him. slowly, allowing him time to retract from you, you wrap your arms around his middle and lay your head against his back.

he tenses even more at first before slowly but surely relaxing into your hold. you place one, two, three kisses between his shoulder blades, payment for letting you comfort him. he places a cold hand over one of your own, a silent thanks and a green flag to comfort him.

and so you do, holding him in the cramped bathroom slowly swaying the two of you and placing kisses every so often onto him and listening to the steady thrumming of his heart, one he knows solely beats because of you.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tr x reader #tr x you #kikuowo #kiku writes 𓂃♡ ࣪₊

[kabukibun]

Xiao/Reader/Albedo Threesome (submissive tops!)

“Albedo! There you are,” a sweet kiss is placed upon the alchemist’s cheek as his lover approached him. “Xiao finally has some free time tonight. I was wondering if that is ready for us yet?” A rosy tint covered Albedo’s cheeks as he nodded. “Perfect! I’ll meet you at my place as planned.” “How much of this are we supposed to take?” Xiao curiously asked as he sniffed the bottle. He was surprisingly willing to drink the strange elixir, despite claiming there was no need for him to do so. His adeptal stamina would be more than enough for him to last several rounds.   “Splitting the bottle evenly amongst the three of us is enough to produce satisfactory results.” Even after two years of this relationship, Albedo always spoke formally when it came to his work. “I’ve got the tea ready for us! We just mix it, correct?” You turned to Albedo, who nodded at your statement. His pants were already tightening at the prospects of what would occur tonight. It had been a while since the three of you had gathered for a night of indecency. With Xiao busy in Liyue and Albedo working on his research in Mondstat, you did your best to divide your time evenly with each of them. Truthfully, he enjoyed having you all to himself while you visited him in Mondstat. Nothing could compare to having your undivided attention as he fucked his pathetic cock into your core. But as a good puppy, he had to share you. Upon drinking the tea, you could instantly feel the heat rising within you. Your hole fluttered in anticipation, wetness beginning to pool. As for Xiao and Albedo, their whines soon filled the room. Xiao’s face flushed at how fast his cock hardened, precum spilling from his tip and forming a wet spot on his pants. He quickly peeled all his clothes off, cooing at the sensitivity as the cloth rubbed on his hard on. Albedo was no better. Heavy breaths leaving his pretty pink lips as he shakily palmed himself. He followed in Xiao’s footsteps and removed his clothes. He couldn’t stand the heat anymore, he had to cum. “Y/N,” he chanted, “It’s hot, s’hot.. I wanna cum. Can I cum? Ahhh, soo good, wanna cum.” Albedo continued jerking his cock, crying out for you to touch him. He looked so pretty, layed out for you to touch and use him as you please. However, he deserved a bit of punishment. You looked over at Xiao, making eye contact with him as he held his own cock in his hand. He waited for your instruction. “Hmmm, such a good boy, Xiao. You see this, Albedo? He waited for me to tell him to touch himself. I think he deserves a reward.” Albedo cooed his no’s. He couldn’t help himself, he begged. “Please, please. I’m sorry! It’s just so.. sensitive. I had to touch, I had to!” “C’mere Xiao,” you ignored his pleas, “What do you want baby? Hm? I’ll give you anything. Xiao pawed at your chest and he stuttered out, “I.. I wanna fuck you. Please, I wanna be inside of you.” Your thumb pulled grazed over his bottom lip before you kissed him. Tongue dancing with his until he pulled away to breathe. Panting as he awaited your answer. You laid down on the bed beside Albedo, turning your head to look at him. “You’re gonna watch Xiao fuck me. I don’t want you looking away, understand?” Albedo eagerly nodded, the sooner his punishment was over, the sooner he could touch you. Xiao crawled his way to you, lining his cock with your entrance. Moans spilling from his lips as he slowly slid in. “Fuck, fuck! Feels so good. So tight and warm -ah!- gonna cum!” Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing the rest of his length inside. “W-wait! I’m seriously gonna cum, don’t move, don’t move. Ah!” His warm cum spilled within you, true to his word. Your body shook, orgasm coursing within you as his cock continued to twitch. “Haa, that was good Xiao, keep going, okay?” He shook his head. “So sensitve, it hurts! But feels so good, I.. ha..” He hips stuttered forward and before long he set himself a rhythm. He buried his face in your shoulder, biting and sucking. “Gonna cum again!” Xiao slammed into, pressing into you as far as he could, thighs shaking as he settled himself on top of you. Albedo whined at your side. Xiao already came two times and he hasn’t even gotten the chance to touch himself properly! “Your turn,” your words pulled him out of pouty thoughts. “What do you want Albedo?” You whispered into his ears, causing shivers to run down his body. “I want you to touch me, please. Anything, just touch me!” You traced your fingers from the marking on his neck, lightly pinching his nipples along the way to hear him yelp, before your fingers make their way to the inside of his thighs. The markings you had left from the last time the two of you had made love were faded, barely visible. Just as Xiao had done to you, your mouth finds skin to lap and bite at on his inner thigh. So close to where he wanted you and not close enough. You pull away to inspect your work with a happy hum. “No more teasing,” he begs, hips thrusting to catch any friction. You blow air onto his cock, watching as it twitches at the sensation. Before Albedo could whine again, you lick a stripe on the underside of length, kissing the tip before taking him into your mouth. “So wet! Feels so warm! More, more!” You take as much as you can into your mouth, swallowing and humming to stimulate him further. His hands find purchase in your hair, silently begging. You look up at his teary eyes and nod. He hold your head in place as he pounds into your mouth. “Your mouth is so good! I’m gonna cum! Please, can I come? Please, please?” You hum in affirmation, how could you say no when he begged so cutely? He shoves his cock down your throat, stilling as he unloads all his cum. You pull away, swiping what spilled from your lips and giving Albedo a taste of himself. You gripped Albedo’s cock, pumping as squelching noises filled the room from the wetness your mouth had provided. “Give me one more good one, Albedo. Then you’ll be even with Xiao, okay?” He eagerly nodded. Your thumbed toyed with his slit, rubbing and occasionally using your tongue to prod at the sensitive area. His heaving alerts you of his oncoming high and you open your mouth, catching whatever spurt onto your face. “So messy, Albedo.” Xiao immediately comes to your side, licking at whatever remained on your face. His hard cock rubbed at your side, letting you know he was ready to go again. Albedo approached you as well, hands grazing over your hips. “It’s a good thing we have all night to clean up, huh?”

#albedo smut #xiao smut #umm the way i wrote this was so skull emoji but i still like the concept so #reposted from my blog xxxiao #genshin impact smut

[marc-spectorr]

Callie, I miss you 🥺❤

Because I'm working on a wedding photo album for my brother currently all I can think about is how the moon boys or Poe or even Santi would feel at their wedding day???😄 Would you write headcanons for them? I wonder about big and small weddings, what they're wearing, who would cry, just idk... all I'm seeing is the boys getting married (and they all deserve it 🤧)

Love youuu ❤ I hope your week started good, are you alright? Drink enough water & take care sweetheart 😘

-- 🌻

heyyya sunnie my love 🌻💛

sorry it took me a while to respond! i decided to do poe for your headcanon idea since i’ve been itching to write something for him :)) hope you enjoy 💞

poe dameron on your wedding day

poe, the always-so-confident, and cocky commander, is quite a nervous groom on the big day itself.

it’s a good thing you and him agreed not to see each other before the ceremony. you would have been terribly worried about how much of a jittery mess he’s been all morning.

but he simply wants this day to be absolutely perfect. 

as perfect as the way you envisioned it.

as perfect as the way you are.

the ceremony starts at exactly noon, and poe could feel himself sweating underneath his formal uniform regalia, which you’d requested him to wear.

((fighting for the resistance while planning a wedding proved to be an arduous task. there wasn’t enough time to go off-world and find a fancy suit. the two of you had to make do with the things you already have though it isn’t much of a problem.))

((what matters the most is that you and poe exchange vows and commit to each other for life while surrounded by your close friends who have become family.))

“nervous are we, commander?” leia, who’s officiating the ceremony, whispers as the live music starts to perform the entrance song.

“nah, of course not. why? is it that obvious?” poe chuckles, fumbling with his hands in front of him.

finn lightly taps on his shoulder. “you got this, dameron. if you can easily fly an x-wing with your eyes closed, then saying ‘i do’ is pretty much a walk in the park.”

poe hums quietly, seemingly agreeing with his best man. he doesn’t admit it out loud, but flying an x-wing with his eyes closed was a lot less nerve-wracking than this.

“hey, don’t worry. you’re going to do just fine! any moment now, the love of your life will walk down the aisle, and all you’re going to think about is how you’re the happiest man alive,” rey soothes him calm.

thank the maker you chose her to be the maid of honor. she always seems to know what to say.

a fond smile makes its way onto poe’s face at the thought of you, and the fact that you already make him the happiest man in this galaxy and far beyond.

the small crowd's gentle aww's fill the lush open air of ajan kloss as your flower droid r2-d2 ambles down the pathway, tossing red, white, and pink petals all over the earthy ground.

bb8, the adorable ring-bearer, soon follows, rolling towards the end of the aisle and beeping enthusiastically to the melodic tune playing in the background.

when the guests stand, poe holds his breath.

finally, he sees you, gracefully making your way to him with the most radiant smile on your lips.

beautiful, just breathtakingly beautiful, poe thinks. his heart swiftly beats against his chest as your gazes meet, and he swears it feels like an absolute dream.

a tear slips out from his eye, one that he doesn’t make an attempt to hold back.

poe’s love for you is cosmic. you’re the sun, and he’s your planet, orbiting around you for an infinite time.

and he’d forever proclaim that around the base to anyone who would listen.

“hi,” you softly greet, slipping your hands into his.

hands that he will forever hold. hands that he will forever cherish.

“hi,” poe replies sweetly, finding himself speechless at the wondrous sight of you.

he doesn’t need to say anything more. his lovestruck eyes told you all which you needed to know.

the rest of the ceremony is almost a blur to poe until it came time to exchange the vows you and he wrote yourselves.

although his voice was shaky, he made it through his entire speech with minimal tears.

poe’s vows make you cry.

and as you read yours for him, it makes him cry, too.

perhaps a little harder than you did.

then, there’s the ring. his mother’s ring.

it dangled on a silver chain around his neck for many, many years.

poe still remembers those late, lonesome nights when he’d wonder if he’ll ever find someone who was worthy enough to give his late mother’s wedding ring.

and now that same ring adorns your finger, serving as a symbol of his eternal promise to you.

to have and to hold, till death do us part.

i do, i do, i do...

“it is my great honor and happy privilege to introduce to you the damerons!” leia announces gleefully at the end. “commander, you may kiss the—”

“way ahead of you, general,” poe’s laughs before wrapping his arms around you and dipping you down slightly, leaning in close. 

i love you, sunshine, he mouths silently, cheeks wet and beaming oh so brightly.

i love you, too, you return, your voice a mere breath that tickles his lips.

poe kisses you, pouring all of his love and joy into it as your found-family cheers endlessly.

today had truly been the best day of his life.

and poe could only imagine the exciting adventures the universe has in store for the two of you.

a/n: pls be gentle with me on this. im still getting a feel for writing poe ;-;

#asks #🌻 anon #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron headcanons #oscar isaac x reader

[princess-tulip-writes]

Blurb abt Lucien getting the love her deserves🥲🥲🥲

“you make me so fucking happy, lucien.”

the moment the words left your pretty little mouth, he was sure that you were joking. there was no way that someone as perfect as you, could ever be happy with him. he was flawed beyond repair— physically and emotionally. how couldn’t you see that?

exactly, you could see it. you knew how he thought about himself, you knew how ugly he was. so it was impossible for you to truly love him. no one could, ever. he’s been rejected more times than he could count, and he definitely wasn’t going to put it passes you too.

so, he brushed your words off the first time you spoke of them.

“everyday i fall more and more in love with you, lucien vanserra.”

this time, he had to fight the erge to roll his eyes. had he began to fall for such a liar?

you traced the scar on his face as you spoke, your eyes following along the pink mark.

he pitted you, really, for having to pretend to love such a monstrosity to only spear his feelings. he couldn’t bare to even attempt to fall into your trap of fake love, not this time around.

for the second time, he faked a smile and brushed you off.

“i love you more than all of the stars.”

his heart stung slightly, letting the empty promise soak in for a moment before shaking it off. impossible. it was impossible for you to love him, even if you did, it certainly couldn’t be that much. not as much as all of the stars in the night court, never. not someone like you for him.

so, just as he had before, he pretended to believe you.

“how did i get so lucky?”

he had to stop himself from calling you a liar.

you being lucky to be with him? what a cruel joke.

all he had done was give you some flowers, were you so easy to please?

once again, he shrugged off your compliment but only this time, he kissed your lips.

“i’ll love you forever, my beautiful boy. please, just let me in.”

your plea to him burned as it went down, your voice breaking. you already fell so hard for him, excepted who he was out of the love of your heart. but, he still never believed you. his walls were up far too high for you to tell what he was thinking, and for the last year, every confession and praise that came from your mouth, he didn't believe.

it broke your heart when you found out.

but, it broke his heart even more to see you falling to your knees in front of me, sobbing for him to let you love him. was it actually real? this whole time- were you actually being truthful with all of those words? had he been so foolish to ignore the signs that your love for him was real, so real that you now swallowed every inch of your pride to beg him to let you in. let you love him the way he deserved.

his heart softened, allowing him to decided if you were worthy of his giving love.

what was the use of shunning you?

a tear left his eye at the sight of your poor state in front of his feet, as you begged and pleaded for him to allow you in.

he supposed that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to finally take a chance at your love.

"i could spend all of eturnity staring at you. you're just so lovely."

he had to stop himself from nearly crying, the adoration in your eyes were the most avident thing he's ever seen. you were being truthful and for the first time in your relationship, he actually believed you.

overwhelmed by your love, he placed a soft kiss to your head before walking away smiling.

he would love to spend all of entirnty staring at you, holding you for once. no matter how much he tried to fight it, everyday he found himself falling harder into love with you.

his mate.

#lucien vanserra #lucien #lucien vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra fluff #lucien vanserra x reader fluff #acotar x reader #acotar fluff #a court of thorns and roses fluff #lucien 🌷

[jakeyzzz]

♡ jay headcanon inspired by the 30th by billie eilish ♡

☁️ angst / fluff ☁️ - jay x f! reader -

⚠️ warnings - (jay got into an accident,injuries,slight swearing,kissing,jay being a big baby,reader has brown eyes,crying,pain) - ⚠️ LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING !!

‼️ english is not my first language so please be nice ♡

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There he was. Lying on his hospital bed,looking beautiful as ever. Even the little wounds and scratches on his face caused by the accident he got into didn't make him look less handsome. He was lucky...things really could've been worse. And as soon as you entered the room,your eyes met. Your big brown eyes were filled with tears . You were scared and incredibly worried about your injured boyfriend . But he smiled at you. Even though he was in pain, he smiled. There was nothing he hated more than seeing you like this. ,,Hey my love" was the first thing he said when he laid his eyes on you. You immediately started walking towards him. His eyes softened as soon as he saw the tear running down your rosy cheek. ,,Jay you have no fucking idea how scared I was" He weakly wiped away the tear on your cheek. ,,I know...so was I. " He really tried his best to calm you down. He slowly caressed your hand with his thumb,while you just stared at him. ,,How can someone look so beautiful after an accident" He chuckled at your question before softly shrugging his shoulders. He hissed in pain,which immediately made you get up from the chair you put next to his bed earlier. ,,I'm okay Princess. Please don't worry and sit down. I just shouldn't have moved my shoulders like that." He giggled,finding your fast reaction kind of cute. ,,Stop scaring me like that" You said with glassy eyes before sitting down again and leaning your head against his Arm. Jay smiled down at you. ,,Thank you for taking care of me like that i really love you a lot Y/N" His words made you smile against his Arm. You looked at him,before carefully placing a kiss on his forehead. ,,I love you more, pretty boy" . Before you could sit back down again, Jay slightly pulled your Hand towards him. ,,You forgot something" He said. You looked at him,slightly confused. He playfully smiled,before softly tapping his beautiful pink Lips with his Fingers. You immediately got the Message. You wanted to kiss him so bad...but you really didn't wanna hurt him. He knew exactly what you were thinking right now. ,,It's okay love you won't hurt me. Please ?" The Male said while looking at you with big eyes. How could you say no to that. So once again you carefully leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his Lips. Jay smiled as he tried to steal another kiss from your Lips. ,,No Jay you're gonna stay there. Stop moving i don't want you to be in pain" Jay pouted. ,,I forgot about the pain. Why am I at the Hospital again ?" You giggled at his stupid Joke as you shook your head. Jay slowly took your Hand before he carefully intertwined your Fingers. ,,Thank you for being mine" He said before softly kissing the back of your Hand. You slightly blushed. ,,Thank you for choosing me" You whispered. He smiled at you with so much love in his eyes,you had no idea how you even deserved a Boy like him. And a few Minutes later ,you both fell asleep listening to each others Heartbeats.

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[peejsocks]

one time you have break up sex with ryan and one time you reconnect

a/n: got a massive headache in the middle of writing this so im blaming it if there are any mistakes. but otherwise god i love writing for ryan so much it always get me giggling and blushing. i hope you enjoy this as much as me 🤓

basically got this “one time [blank] and one time [blank] idea from this amazing eddie munson fic. i might do more like this if lightning strikes twice bc it’s super fun

disclaimers/tags: female reader. nsfw. angsty but filled to the brim with love! pretty filthy. minors dni.

"It's not looking great, is it? Us?"

Sundays always had a haunting aura, and today wasn't going down any easier.

Ryan is leaning against the sink in your bathroom, looking at his beat up converse.

He looks uncharacteristically small from your position at the end of your bed. You're looking up, fighting tears.

"No."

Less a sentence, more a pained noise.

"But I love you. You know that, right?"

Of course, god, of course you do. It's in everything he does, his love for you. As is your love for him. That's why it hurts so much.

Jackass. Viva la Bam. Haggard is officially in motion. So much is happening so fast. No matter how many times your boyfriend tried to be reassuring, you were slowly falling behind.

At first, you tried playing a game of catch up, but it got exhausting quick.

"I'm so incredibly proud of you. I think you know that." Ryan's eyes are gazing at the floor again, his lip sucked in. "It's been amazing, living all this with you and watching everything work out. You and the boys deserve it. I just can't be the supportive girlfriend if I don't have anything of my own."

His head shoots up, cheeks tainted pink in exhasperation, matching his high-pitched voice. Hurting him like this feels like the worst thing you've ever done.

"I'm not asking you to be 'the girlfriend'! You're so much more, I tell everyone-"

"No, Ry, I know." You sigh, and a hiccup follows. Your chest shrinks with the painful movement. "What I mean, is that I need space to find my goals. Figure out what I want to do. I feel like I don't have room to do that next to you."

Now, your sobs become loud. This is unfair to both of you.

"I don't want to hold you back, or anything."

It's a soft whisper. A resignation.

Before you can make sense of it, both of you meet in the middle of your bedroom.

Ryan's chin rests on the top of your head, and your arms try to engulf as much of his back as possible, sniffling and taking in the worn scent of his shirt.

Firm hands push on your waist, forcing you to pull back. His fingers come up to wipe your tears, thumb tracing your lips. Eventually, they lift your head up and your mouths clash.

It's more gentle than you've ever been with one another. Like this is how you want to remember it.

You're the one to take initiative, pulling his shirt up from the back.

He doesn't deny you, guiding your body backwards until you're dropping onto the mattress.

The wooly texture of the duvet warms your bare back as Ryan works your cunt with his tongue, the quiet sounds of the peaceful day outside mixing with the languid wet licks.

As your orgasm hits, you're crying his name. There's no other, more sincere way to put it. Your face is soaked, body flinching with sobs, nose running slightly.

You beg him to be inside of you.

Usually, Ryan would leave handprints on your thighs with how brutal he was with grabbing. Right now, however, rough fingers try their hardest to be delicate when locking your knees around him.

Short curls scrape your forehead, squishy nose denting yours as he thrusts methodically into you, dragging it out as much as possible. You've never heard his breaths so low and controlled, focused.

Climax washes over him right after your second wave, round face hidden in the crook of your neck as he whines. You can feel dampness in your shoulders.

There's a lingering feeling that maybe both of you wanted to stay there longer, but instead you help him pack anyting he has left in your room.

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His hair ir longer now, straigther, down to his shoulders.

Style hasn't changed much, shoes definitely heavier. He's older.

"Wow, you look fantastic."

Your smiles were equally wide and instantaneous when you spotted each other across the room. Abandoning your drinks by whatever furniture was closest so you could touch, hug.

"Me? Look at you! How did you get better looking?" Your fingers are twitching, desperate to take off his sunglasses so you can see his eyes again. Who wears those inside anyways?

"If you tell me your secret, I'll tell you mine."

When did you start sounding so old when you flirt?

A familiar voice calls from the back, and you figure of course he would wear sunglasses inside.

Bam tries to tell you a hundred different stories under one minute. Noticing your distress, Ryan pulls you away to get another beer.

The kitchen is almost empty. When you're younger, that's the most populated area of any party. As you grow up, people no longer want to do one too many consecutive shots and then throw up in the sink.

"I don't-"

You watch him stiffen up, uncomfortable in a house he doesn't know anymore. So you step forward to open the fridge, grabbing two bottles.

"Thanks. And sorry about Bam, he likes to talk."

"I don't blame him, you guys have done a lot in the past few years. So much to talk about."

You're facing each other, leaning on opposite sides of the isle.

Taking a bold leap, your arms strech in front of you to remove the aviators, smiling again when you see a spark in green irises.

He's mirroring you.

In his thirties but so fresh-faced, full cheeks and small nose. Tiny teeth. Silly grin.

You back away laughing, blushing, turning your body to the side when you take a swig. The condensation drips down your cleavage, a much needed refreshment.

"Don't patronize me." Humour drenches his words, and you squint playfully at him. "I don't think we've been nearly as busy as you."

Oh. He knows. You almost choke on the bitter liquid, flattered like a school girl realizing her crush knows her name. He knows about your life.

"I've got friends in all places, alright? I'm a very likeable guy."

You meant to scoff, but it comes out as a giggle, incapable of taking your eyes away from him.

After your breakup, it still took so long to figure things out. You made many wrong moves. With each one, you wondered if your decision was misguided, if you would have nailed it sooner had Ryan been allowed to be there to support you. He wasn't given the chance to.

You still think about that.

Regardless, when you did find your 'purpose', as cliche as it sounds, the rest just started falling into place. You felt better about life, about yourself.

It's not all positive, doubts come and go, but you've built a confidence that is priceless. This is what you were talking about with him that day. Self-assurance is what you didn't have, and what you couldn't really seek for with him.

Many nights you wished things were different. That you were one of those people that always knew what they were for, or who are just good at everything so it doesn't matter. But, alas, they weren't. If you weren't the problem, something else would be.

What matters is that both of you lived on. And neither of you has stopped smiling for the past ten minutes.

"Wanna see what my parents did to my room?"

Your folks had finally scared you into coming home to sort out whatever you wanted to keep from your old stuff and what could be given away. They promised to turn your bedroom into a music room, and maybe rent a piano.

Ryan's boots stomp loudly against the carpeted steps as you run upstairs, like you used to after a night out. Excited and flushed.

A deep breath gets caught in your throat when your hand closes around the knob, realizing who you're about to welcome into your old room.

He catches up with a quizzical look thrown your away, so you just shake it off and open the door.

Stepping inside, you're confused.

"Work in progress?"

Ryan jokes behind you, a little out of breath.

"Must be." Everything is in place. But cleaned up, no dust or smells. Kept alive. "Liars."

He echoes your chuckle.

A chill runs through you, and you blame the open window plus the night breeze.

On your way back from closing it, you stop by your neatly made bed, fluffing a stupid guitar shaped pillow. Ryan calls you, turning around to see him messing with a pink plastic box filled with your old jewelry.

He's holding a necklace he bought for your first and only anniversary.

"I remember wanting to take this one back with me. That day. As a memory." Your eyes flutter, focused on his, which in turn are zoned in on the beautiful silver string supporting a black heart pendant. "But it looked too good on you, I didn't want to deny you that. I guess you never worn it again, though."

The faint twist of his lips is sad. You want to tell him you didn't forget it behind. It did look nice on you, but what was the point of wearing it if not for him? It would kill you, to hear anyone compliment it without being able to say it was his gift. At least not without maiming any chance at new love.

"It was a perfect present. Matches everything, 'till this day."

Your exhale is suggestive, chin pointing down at your top, hoping he'll bite the bait.

Instead of relief, you get nervous when he does, pouting and swinging the thin chain your way as a question. Permission.

Rolling your eyes in fake annoyance, your teeth bite down on your own flesh as you expose your neck for him.

Ryan doesn't really touch you. He pulls the heart close to your throat so the clasp can hang mid air as he fastens it, then ghosts over your chest to readjust it.

Turning back to him, you try not to look so serious or anxious. Fidgeting with the cord, you ask, "Still nice, right?"

His lips brushing against yours is not a surprise, you knew what bringing him up here meant. Or hoped, anyway. But it's how perfect it feels that throws you off.

Your kiss fits, tongues sweeping over and under each other like you had never stopped doing it.

He had a beard before, but now it was rougher. You liked pulling it. The groan he made was even better.

Separating, you manage to speak, licking your lips while still holding his face. "I'm gonna lock the door."

Giddiness translating through your heartbeat, you're fast to shut the door and turn the small lock, but Ryan's quicker. He steps to you, picking you up from behind and spinning you the other way, setting you back down in the middle of the room.

With his nose in your hair, he whispers in your ear. "We never needed to before."

You want to joke about your poor parents being too old to catch you two at it, but that same scratchy beard is causing shivers down your spine, chapped lips wetting your skin all the way to your collarbone.

Out of a sudden, you remember what was the last time both of you were right here. Embraced in the furry rug placed precisely in the center of the bedroom.

Instinctly, you grab the wrist snaking around your middle. Scared he'll walk right out of the door.

Ryan stops, so you turn in his arms, looking into his eyes to say 'I'm sorry about the way things happened'.

Dismissive eyes bore into you, fingers hooking around your chin, and he's kissing you again.

Before you can make sense of it, you're laying on top of the rug, Ryan pulling your pants down.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asks with one hand keeping your knees together, and your legs closed.

"Are- aren't you?" Insecurity bests you. Of course he'd bring it out of you tonight.

Blistery palms rub your kneecaps. "Just making sure."

You lay back down, arching your back so you can pull off your top, breasts freed from any fabric.

At that, Ryan separates your legs, yanking on your panties and discarding of them before you can even see where.

Just as fast, he's pulling on your hips and meeting your cunt halfway, going straight to sucking on your clit.

His hair is a lot better to tug on now, smoother.

Index and middle finger unceremoniously go in, the silver ring on one of them pinching your skin, and you hiss but don't complain.

He's gotten a lot better at it too. Thinking about how practice makes perfect stirs up a funny fire inside of your stomach, so you refrain from thinking about it.

"You taste so much better than anyone else. I missed it, so bad." Like he read your mind.

Ryan always did that. Shot down any fears you might have before you can even express them.

Your hips are rolling up into his face, and as beautiful as he looks, it's a damn shame you can't see his shoulders. So your nails move from bunching his hair to the dark blue fabric. "Shirt."

With a swift move, his torso is bare and you can finally see the muscles. You weren't too young when you dated, but it's still different. Roughed up by the years. Anyone could guess he's a retired firefighter or athlete, but it's from jumping into cacti and running elbow first into walls.

The thought produces a laugh, which is cut short by Ryan going right back to it, lapping up all the juices that had escaped while he undressed.

"Shit, Ry, I'm close."

He speeds up, fingers arching and tongue zigue-zaguing beyond your folds, your own thumb coming down to help.

Soon, you're screaming his name, eyes shut.

When they unscrew, he's still down there, long locks framing his face. Drinking every last drop. It's dizzying, and you wish you would've left the window open.

You're still whimpering, out of it, when Ryan climbs up to you. One stretched arm on each side of your head, you can feel his breath on your face when he speaks.

"Do you know…" It's hard to tell if he's breathing in or trying to come across as intense as possible. "How beautiful that sounds coming out of your mouth? 'Ry'. Do you know how hard- I could explode on your stomach right now just from that."

The mention of his hardness causes your eyes to drift down his chest, to his bulge. It's enticing, a perfect shape visible against his jeans. Obviously commando.

Still drunk in the bliss, you scoot your body until you're right under his hips, hands coming up to unbuckle his belt like you're touching something you had always wanted but was never allowed. Like you hadn't done it before.

Pulling on his pants just enough to free his cock, the swollen head hits your chin, and it's the perfect cue for you to swipe your tongue across it.

Ryan grunts, strong and raspy but his arms buckle. He cusses at the sound of spit hitting your hand, but goes quiet when you finally start stroking him.

Deciding it's enough, you sit up on your elbows and crank your neck up to take him fully into your mouth.

He cusses again.

With a pop, you leave it to add commentary of your own. "It's different. What, are you showering more now?"

Hearing his chuckle, you look up at him from your position, and it must've worked because his cock twitches in your hand and his eyes screw shut. "Don't give me eyes like that or I'm not gonna last, princess."

The nickname makes you feel twenty again. His princess. Stupid, shiny, hopeful. Just like having him here again.

Grateful, your mouth takes more of him this time, until you gag.

Providing his hard shaft a warm, damp place to nest filled you with filthy euphoria. Seeing his stomach flex in and out as he struggled to maintain this awkward position, thrusting down into your mouth with shaky arms so he doesn't crumble on top of you, it's almost unbelievable.

Pre-cum drips down and straight onto the black heart haging in between your breasts. You make sure to lick the rest before more of a mess is made.

Ryan can't take it anymore though, looking down and seeing your tongue pop out of your mouth again, catching the white fluid contrasting the black shape.

"Sweetheart, stop. I'm not gonna- Come up."

So you do, crawling back face to face with him. The back of his hand wipes your lips, half sorry he did this to you and half proud.

With a kiss to the tip of your nose, Ryan pushes himself up to take his boots and jeans off, finally leveling with you.

Your eyes are glossy watching him.

Just as good looking as he used to be, but a lot more comfortable now. It made him seem taller, stronger. You're hit with the realization that maybe when you where fighting to find your confidence, so was he. But he hid it better, a lot better.

"Wanna take the bed?"

Cheeks burn as you realize how ridiculous you probably looked laying bare on the floor, hands wringing each other on top of your stomach, elatedly watching him.

"C'mon." Always so nice, sympathetic. He offers you a hand before gently pushing you down onto the mattress.

The same duvet is there, and it smells freshly washed. Crazy parents of yours.

"How do you wanna do this?" Green eyes caring. You shrug, and he laughs. "Old fashion?"

Nodding, you think about how lovely it would be to ride him or his thighs, but for now you just want to look at him.

So Ryan adjusts, spicing things up just a tad by hooking your ankle over his shoulder. You go red at the exposure and it sets him off.

"Would you please stop being embarrassed? It's me."

Covering your eyes, rings of your own scratch at your eyelids as you chuckle, feeling even more on the spot now. "That's the thing, though, isn't it? It's you."

When you risk a look, he's got a tight-lipped smile, but it screams of fondness and appreciation.

Lost for words, you simply close your hands around the back of his neck and bring him down to your lips, kissing him softly like you would every tedious afternoon when you had nothing to do but love one another.

With his bottom lip between your teeth, Ryan slides into you slowly, and both of you moan.

"Fuck, princess, you're so wet. Soaked."

Your nails are digging into his back, walls tightening and pulsing.

"Move. Please."

The bed scrapes against the wooden floor the same old way. Ryan starts getting rougher with his thrusts like he inevitably always did. You're loudly gasping for air in between, imitating your careless noisy young self.

Back then, you would've held back your laughter from the wet sounds. Tonight, they're comforting, exciting. Ryan's cock pushing against your slick folds as loud as possible in this small room made you complete.

You had a lot more now, in life. But it wasn't whole, because it was missing him.

Hearing your name cried out by your first - and likely only - love breaks the wall and you're over the edge again. Whimpering. Shaking. Tears staining your face.

When Ryan comes, just a few seconds after you, repeated 'I love you's spill out into your ears.

You're too shocked to say anything, letting him tire himself out before reacting.

It takes him a minute, but when he moves off of you, there's a desperate look in his face. And he's apologizing.

Trying to talk to him doesn't work, large hands sinking the mattress before getting up and searching for his pants.

You're panicking, smacking your lips and hurrying into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Asking him if he would like to, all you get is a head shake.

Under the hot water, your stomach turns, certain you'll come out of the bathroom to an empty room. Downstairs filled with people you're not interested in, that aren't him.

Unlocking the door, Ryan's sitting on the edge of the bed. The window's open again, chill shocking against your warm skin. You lean back on the sink, waiting.

"I never said it to anyone else."

It's funny how familiar the set up is. There's a shininess to his eyes, at the waterline, reminds you of you.

The towel in your hand draws your attention, like his shoes drew his that day.

"Every time I did, I took it back."

An incredulous smile tugs at his lips, meeting your shy one.

"Wow, that must have made you many friends."

At that, you laugh, loud and fully. A sob you had no idea was brewing breaks through your chest.

You play it off by continuing to fiddle with the loose threads of the white cottony towel.

"We need to do this."

It's a question, just as much as a statement.

You want to, but reality has to have a play in this. So, sceptical, you scoff.

"How long are you staying in West Chester?"

"A month."

Oh. Oh. You thought, because of how busy they are, they wouldn't be here for too long.

Ryan notices the crestfallen look on your face.

"How long are you…"

"I leave tomorrow."

Both of you swallow, speechless.

Like you thought, reality has to play its game.

"To be fair, I've been here a week already. You're the one who just got here. And I have all these meetings next week, it's a lot."

Ryan cuts you off. A wall you hadn't seen in a while is put up.

"Up to you."

With that, he finally leaves, unlocking your bedroom door and shutting it with no glace behind him.

#ryan dunn x reader #ryan dunn #jackass fanfic

[daintyduck99]

Crush crush! Being asked to take photos, rulie

Everyone jokes that Reggie is the band's Instagram boyfriend for a reason. 

He takes beautiful candid photos, seemingly at random, but the end result is always, as he says, worth it. Or, well. Almost always. It had scared Julie to death when he nearly got run over once, no matter how ethereal Willie looked in the picture Reggie had managed to take. 

He'll do anything for that perfect shot, anything besides stopping in the street after Julie had cried that last time: lay on the floor, crack a joke, even sit on Alex's shoulders or rearrange the furniture. Carlos had been convinced they were being haunted until he saw Reggie do it. 

So yeah. He deserves the title, and he deserves recognition for the beauty he captures, the pure amount of love he manages to filter through every photo. 

The photos he takes of everyone but her. 

Okay, that's not entirely fair. Julie's in plenty of group shots. She's just…not in any of the gorgeous solo candids.

"Am I vain?" she asks Flynn in a fit of desperation, frowning down at the latest picture that she isn't in. "For caring?" 

Flynn wraps her in a hug. "Aw, Jules. I don't think so. Of course you're feeling left out. For what it's worth, though, I'm pretty sure he just can't look right at you." 

She sighs into Flynn's shoulder. "Sure."

"I'm serious! Remember when you wore that new halter wrap bikini? He nearly fell off of the pier. Boy kept his distance so he wouldn't drown and die." 

Julie shakes her head as they unravel, but she can't suppress a smile. 

"There's no way. Reggie's practically part fish, Flynn." 

"He was so flustered, Jules. He would've forgotten how." 

She doesn't quite believe it, but it does prompt her to hatch a plan. 

The next time she sees Reggie, she's wearing a new sundress and a shy smile, along with a complex braid.

He looks like a startled deer. 

She lays her hand on his arm before he can retreat behind his bass, soundly ignoring the bemused looks that Luke and Alex are sending them. 

"Could you do me a favor?" 

A pink flush pools high on his cheeks, and she feels a little bad for putting him on the spot, but then he swallows and says—

"Anything." 

And he says it so lowly and sincerely that sparks dance in the pit of her stomach. 

She looks at him through her lashes. 

"Would you take some pictures? So I can really see what this braid looks like?" 

"Yeah," he breathes, "yeah, of course." 

But he doesn't have that intense shine in his eyes as he aims her phone at her. He doesn't bite his lip, or lay on the ground, or say anything to make her smile or laugh. She eventually turns of her own volition. 

And the photos he took are…fine. 

They're just fine. 

Every time she asks, rinse and repeat. She never gets those photos that glow. 

She's starting to feel just a little unloved. 

It's Flynn, of course, who figures it out. 

"Jules…when's the last time you went through your deleted photos?" 

"Never? You know me," she replies slowly, tracking every astonished twitch of Flynn's face with mounting dread."What is it?" 

Flynn wordlessly passes her the phone. 

Julie's breath catches. 

She swipes through shot after shot, multiple candids of her with Reggie's signature warmth shining through. There's a softness to them that she's never seen before, though, something in the composition and the coloring and the moments he's captured that make her…

Beautiful. Bewitching.

Beloved. 

The next time he sees her, he's wearing that deer in the headlights look again. 

She supposes that's fair. She can count the amount of times that she's stood on his front porch on one hand. 

As soon as he steps through the screen door, though, she launches herself at him, and he stumbles from the force of it, the way she presses him against the house. 

The way she presses him to her heart. 

She tucks her face into the crook of his neck. She tries not to cry. "Reggie." 

"I'm here," he murmurs, rubbing her back. "I'm right here, Julie. What's the matter?" 

"You love me," she says, stubbornly sliding her fingers through his belt loops when he flails, "and you weren't going to tell me." 

His throat clicks. "How—I—how could I?" 

She pulls back to look at him through her slightly tear-clumped lashes. 

"You could've just showed me any of those photos. I was starting to think that I'd done something…that you didn't love me at all, and I must've done something because you love so much. I thought you never took photos of me. It…really hurt."

"Oh, Julie." He presses his lips to her forehead, a soft contrast to the roughness of his voice. "I'm sorry, I never—I only—I love you so much. Too much. I'm in love with you, Julie, and I couldn't hide it. Not unless I kept deleting all my pictures of you. The good ones, anyway." 

She takes a shuddering breath. Tilts her head to meet his eyes and all of the emotions shimmering there, like so many facets of a precious set of gems. 

"I wish you would've said. Reggie, don't you know? You're easy to love. I really, really like you, and I know I could fall in love with you, too. If…if you'll let me." 

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, if you're sure."

When she leans in to press her lips to his, she's never been more sure of anything.

The next photo he posts is one he caught of her, laughing and unaware, as she adjusts her sunhat in the passenger seat. Orange light streams through in an artful flare, and she doesn't hate the way her nose is scrunched, for once. 

@therealreginald: best date w/ the best girl 

@ julie's_butterflies: 💜💜💜

So. Everyone jokes that Reggie is the band's Instagram boyfriend for a reason.

Julie's just glad he's her boyfriend for real.

#rulie #reggie x julie #fluffy crush prompts #apparently this is 1000 words exactly somehow lol #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms