#drawing the markings is so soothing omg

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Need You

Marc Spector x f!reader

Word count: 2588

Summary: In the middle of the night, when Marc comes home, is when he needs you the most.

Warnings: S m u t. Nasty, filthy, smut. Specifically: oral (both male and female receiving), riding, and p in v (no protection), let's add praise kink to be safe. Which means this is NSFW. Which means minors DNI. Also language. That's a big one. Marc can't help it.

There's fluff too, probably very cheesy. So bad omg. Smut with no plot. Not beta read. Let me know if ya'll like <3

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The bed dipped and you stirred, your mind foggy—caught between consciousness and the realm of sleep. Your bleary eyes cracked open, vision hazy in the darkness. You managed a quick glimpse at the digital clock on the nightstand. 

3:55 AM. 

Your eyes fell shut as you stretched your limbs like a cat under the sun, a tired little whine escaping you. You had work in a few hours.

Turning over, you collided with the warmth of bare skin. Strong arms immediately wrapped around you, calloused fingers burying under your too-large t-shirt to skim down the dip of your spine. A warm kiss to your temple had you sighing in contentment and you breathed in the fresh scent of body wash as your hands slowly glided over damp skin. Your fingers traced the familiar ridges of marred flesh, tiny scars from the past that led up to the thin golden chain nestled comfortably between you both.

"Marc?" His name felt thick on your tongue. You knew it was him by touch alone. He was the one that held you as if afraid of losing you. He’d dreamed about it enough times to fear it, and each time, you reassured him that he wouldn't.

"Yeah, baby, it's me," he muttered, drawing small circles over your skin, "didn't mean to wake you." 

"S'okay. Missed you." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your voice heavy with sleep. Marc hummed, a hand slowly trailing down your back to grab the globes of your ass under your thin panties, giving each of them a gentle squeeze. 

"Missed you, too." He said into your hair, kissing your bed-slept strands. You tipped your head back to look him in the eyes. The moonlight peeking through the blinds did little to illuminate his features, but you could make out the contours of his face, the prominent line of his nose. His eyes, dark and hooded, were focused on nothing but you. It was a stare you were well acquainted with. To others, it was deadly. To you, it was nothing but pure affection.

"You okay?" You asked him as you always did after he came home from a mission, reaching up to cradle the side of his face. His stubble was rough under your fingertips, your thumb lovingly caressing his cheekbone. He didn’t shave, probably too tired, but you didn’t mind.

"Yeah," he sighed into your touch, lashes fluttering, "I'm okay. Better now." You could feel the hardness of his bulge through his boxers. He was needy, pushing his length against you in a silent plea for attention. You chuckled tiredly, shifting to press your lips over his eager ones. It started innocent enough, lips fusing like puzzle pieces in a dance you both knew well. 

Marc peppered kisses over every inch of your face before gently sucking a bruise onto the delicate skin of your neck. You groaned, your fingers threading through his damp curls, easing him off just a bit.

"What's gotten into you?" You breathed, relishing the way his tongue lapped over the mark he'd left to soothe the ache.

"Need you, baby," he grunted, trailing his plush lips over your face, “need to feel you.” 

"Yeah?" You shuddered, a throbbing need blooming between your legs, "then take what you need."

As soon as you uttered those words, one of his hands came to rest behind the nape of your neck, guiding you into another heated kiss. It was filthy this time—wet—tongues and teeth clashing sloppily. Not so innocent anymore.

Okay, so Marc wanted it messy. Who were you to deny him? 

The night lamp was quickly switched on, and all thoughts on getting any sleep were left in the dust, not that you minded too much. You ended up between his legs with his boxers gone and your t-shirt flug somewhere, your knees cushioned by the pillow Marc had placed on the floor for you. 

"Let me take care of you." You purred, breathing over his cock before spitting on it without hesitation. You watched it run down his length and over the curve of his balls, seeping into the sheets below. Your eyes followed the stream with fascination before you devoured him whole, working your lips back and forth, from base to swollen tip. 

Marc was seated at the edge of the bed breathing heavily, one of his forearms propping him up while the other hand disappeared in your hair, guiding you.

"You take me so well, sweetheart," he whispered, eyes lidded as he watched you work, "love how you choke on my cock." And as if to prove his point he weaved his fingers into your hair, shoving your face into his pelvis. He made you sputter and wheeze, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. More spit dribbled past your lips and down his length, as you sucked and sucked and sucked. 

"Fuck, baby, you know exactly what I need, don't you?" He groaned, his head lolling to the side lazily. You hummed, letting your glossy eyes flutter just a bit when you glanced up at him, making sure to hold his gaze for a moment before lowering them again. You knew that drove him crazy. 

And it did, judging by the growl that rumbled in his chest. He tapped a finger over the tip of your nose, a signal for you to stop. You obediently pulled away with a loud pop, licking your swollen lips free of the salty precome that lingered. 

"Fuck, c'mere," Marc snarled, surging forward and lifting you to straddle him. He fell back against the bed, letting your hands roam the expanse of his smooth chest, your fingers lightly grazing over his skin from collarbone to navel and back up again. You openly admired him—the sheen of sweat over his tanned skin, the swell of his muscles as he held you tight, his glazed eyes following your every move. 

"You're beautiful," you murmured, carefully taking hold of the delicate chain around his neck before dipping forward to kiss him. His arms wrapped tighter around your form, holding you against him. He smirked into the kiss, the tiniest huff of laughter pouring over you. 

"Never been called beautiful before," he said between kisses, giving your ass a nice slap. You moaned at the light sting, grinding your clothed cunt over his slippery cock, desperate to be filled. Marc hissed, his hand pressing down on your lower back to encourage your grinding, the tip of his cock wet and leaking over his stomach. 

"Shit," he panted as you pressed your nose against his lovingly, "you wanna ride me, pretty girl?"

“Mhm.” You whimpered, feeling the pad of his thick finger press against your core, relishing in its moist heat before pulling the soaked fabric of your panties aside.

“Go ahead, baby.” 

Firmly planting a hand on his chest, you lined up his cock with your entrance before taking a breath and sinking slowly, swallowing him inch by inch.

“Mmmm, God,” you moaned, pausing as soon as you took him to the hilt, “fuuuuck, Marc.”

“My cock too much for you, sweetheart?” You could hear the smugness in his tone despite his panting. His hands flew to your hips, slowly raising them to feel your walls flutter against his length before bringing you back down gently, “You can take it, I know you can—yeah, that’s it, baby.”

You choked out a sob as you rocked up and down his thick cock, whimpering at the delicious stretch. Despite having had him more times than you could count, it still made you breathless at how well he stuffed you, how deep he could reach inside and make you see stars.

"Baby, I think you got it all wrong," Marc grunted, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you faster and faster.

"W-what?" You pushed Marc's damp hair away from his brow, watching how his hooded eyes were pinned to your face. 

"I'm not the beautiful one here. Lookit you, you’re so fucking beautiful like this, so fucking pretty when you cream all over my cock, fuuuck." He looked at you with so much adoration, like he couldn't believe you were his. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and you continued to spear yourself on his length with your lip pressed between your teeth. His words went straight to your core, drowning him in your juices.

Within seconds Marc had you on your back, one of his hands pinning both your wrists above your head.

"So fucking beautiful." He said again, his heated gaze roaming over your body before he dipped down to give you a bruising kiss. His necklace swung in the duvet between your collarbones, the pendant barely skimming the surface of your skin. 

You loved being under him, loved the way he moved over you and manipulated your body. He was the musician and you the instrument. He played you sweetly, expert fingers trailing over your skin and down the valley of your breasts to tweak a pert nipple before continuing his journey in search of the treasure held within you. He quickly dragged down your panties—now completely soaked—pulling them down your legs with your help and flinging the flimsy thing somewhere across the room to be forgotten.

"Goddamn." He breathed, dragging his middle and ring fingers over your cunt, spreading your juices over his digits. You were a sopping mess, coating his fingers with every sigh and mewl that escaped you. "You're so fucking wet, baby—you're soaking the sheets." 

"Mhm," you moaned, feeling a bit vulnerable stretched out under him. Your thighs were spread so he could inspect you, and all you could see was his crown of curls between your legs, his breath fanning over your cunt until suddenly he spits on it. "Oh my God," you tossed your head back with a groan. Your toes flexed and your thighs shook as you fought to release your hands. You wanted to touch him, desperate to feel his skin under your fingertips.

"Marc," you begged through sobs, though you weren't too sure what you were begging for exactly, "p-please." He smiled, taking pity on you, releasing you from his grip.

"Be a good girl and let me take care of you now, can you do that for me?" He took his cock in hand and rubbed the underside over your messy cunt, tapping it until you were begging for him to put it in.

"I'll be good," you choked, "just put it in me, please, in me, in me, in me—" you chanted until he silenced you with his lips, and in one fell swoop he entered you to the hilt unforgivingly. You’d scream if you could but Marc swallowed all your moans and squeals, silencing you as he moved above you gracefully.

Your hands flew to grip his arms as he practically folded you in half, reaching the deepest parts of you with ease. You ripped your lips away to let out a series of whimpers.

"I know, baby, I know, I got you, doing so good for me," Marc heaved, "so fucking tight." He pressed his chest flush against yours, burying his face in your neck to silence his moans. 

You were cockdrunk, mouth hanging open as he slammed into your sopping core with a precision that only he seemed to have. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, the head of his dick kissing you where you needed it most.

Suddenly your body seized up and your pussy tightened as you came.

You swore you were on a different plane, a different galaxy even, floating away as pleasure rippled through you like an electrical current. You could barely hear him cooing at you, whispering pretty things in your ear as you gushed all over his cock.

"I-I love you," the confession slipped past your lips quicker than you could think it through, too high off your blissful orgasm. You meant it—of course, you meant it—but this wasn't the way you had planned to tell him, blissed out your mind with tears blurring your vision and drool running down your chin. 

It had lay heavy on your mind for a while now, ruminating, waiting for the right moment.

This hadn't been your intention.

You could barely react to your mistake, your mind now fuzzy with Marc's pretty whimpers.

"T-that's it pretty girl, that's it," he moaned, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, "you did so well for me, baby, so perfect. You're perfect." He babbled on as his thrusting became more sloppy and uncoordinated, chasing his own high.

"Come inside," you whined, barely finding your voice, "come inside me, Marc, please, I wanna feel you." One hand was buried in his hair while the other dragged down the expanse of his broad back, your nails marking his skin with angry red lines.

"Fuck," he moaned as he slammed into you one final time, releasing his thick spend inside.

He laid atop of you for a few moments, both of you struggling to catch your breath. Your limbs were a tangled, sweaty mess, useless for much else but laying there in a euphoric state.

Marc pressed a kiss over your collarbone before slowly holding himself up on shaky arms, gently removing his softening cock from inside you. His cum trickled out, a stream of white running down from your hole and straight into the sheets to join your juices. 

"You're a mess," he tutted quietly, immediately diving down to clean you up with his skillful mouth. Within minutes he had you coming again, his tongue lapping in and around you in search of every drop you had to offer until you yanked him away by the hair from the overstimulation.

"You're gonna kill me." You panted, reaching for him with shaky hands. He chuckled, pulling you in his arms as he smiled into your neck.

"Hope not," he muttered tiredly, holding you in the same position he had you in when he first arrived home,  "love you too much." 

"Hmm?" Your eyes lose their haziness from earlier, instantly alert and searching Marc's features for any signs of falseness in the statement. But you couldn't. His brown eyes seemed to hold nothing but honesty. You hoped he didn't feel forced to return the sentiment. You knew he cared for you a great deal, but that didn't mean he was necessarily ready to express it.

"Marc," you could feel your brows pull together in concern, "you don't have to—I didn't mean for you—" He silenced you with a kiss, long and sleepy, pouring everything he had with that one action.

"I love you," he said, clear as day, surging forward to kiss your brow. "I love you." He said again, kissing the tip of your nose. "I love you." A kiss on each cheek. "I love you." A kiss to your chin. "I love you." A kiss to your swollen lips before resting his head over yours. And that was that.

You choked, tears springing to your eyes but you said nothing more, just curled yourself into him as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. After a while, you felt your eyes grow heavy and you gave the clock one final glance over Marc's shoulder.

5:21 AM

It's okay, you thought, nothing wrong with calling out from work later that morning.

You fell asleep moments later to the sounds of Marc's sleepy whispers-

I love you, I love you, I love you—

#marc spector smut #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #marc spector #marc spector x reader #moon knight smut

[moons-dunes]

Touch

For Kinktober - Prompt: Body worship + marking/biting

Kinktober Masterlist

18+ Only MDNI

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader

Summary: Without fail you’re always taken aback by Marc’s beauty, and you want to make sure he knows how beautiful he is.

A/N: I’m so bad at titles and summaries omg I’m so sorry. Also this ended up being more about body worship than the marking 😬

WC: ~1.5k

This work contains: body worship, marking/biting/hickies, kinda subby Marc <3, not a whole lot of talking in this one, blowjob, multiple orgasms (m receiving) PiV, not super descriptive, short and sweet, this might as well be a love letter to Marc. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Marc Spector is a beautiful man.

That much was obvious.

You forever found yourself getting lost in his dark brown eyes, or tracing your fingers along his face when he laid his head in your lap during a movie.

You loved the way his olive skin seemed to glow in low light, and how the sun cast shadows across his chiselled features when you two went for walks in the park on nice days.

You adored the feeling of his soft dark curls between your fingers, whether he had it slicked back or if he let it run wild. The way you’d seen his hair become messy from your own hands holding it when he was between your thighs, stray curls flying every which way and falling into his face.

Whether he was on top or under you, your hands always explored every curve of his toned body. His firm chest, his hips, the softness of his thighs.

Every inch of Marc Spector is simply beautiful, head to toe.

You needed him to know that.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” You asked him sweetly, taking in the sight of him beneath you.

He was laying face down on the bed in nothing but his tight black briefs, head turned to the side against the pillows. You sat straddling his hips, clad only in your bra and underwear.

“Yeah,” he answered simply, his eyes closed as you massaged his shoulders. “Feels nice.”

You smiled, leaning down to spread your body over his.

You kissed the side of his head, taking in the scent of his shampoo as your nose pressed into his hair.

Your lips moved to behind his ear, leaving gentle kisses down his neck and up again.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered in his ear, making goosebumps run down his arms. “Tonight is about you, okay? All you need to do is let me take care of you.”

He nodded slowly, relaxing under your touch.

You pressed your lips back into the crook of his neck, a wet open mouthed kiss against his hot skin.

“Gonna mark you up real pretty for me,” you murmured before latching on and sucking at his neck, drawing a quiet groan out of him.

You waited a few seconds before pulling your lips from his skin, satisfied to see a quickly darkening red mark.

“Mmm, looks good,” you hummed, continuing up and down his sensitive neck. Marc’s little quiet moans filled your ears, making a familiar heat spread through you.

You pulled your mouth away, admiring how the red blotches decorated his tan skin. You brushed your lips across his shoulders now, slowly moving down his back and leaving little kisses as you went.

Marc tensed slightly under you as your lips found the light scars along his back, only visible when the light hit his skin just right.

“I’ve got you,” you soothed him, sitting up a bit. “Do you need me to stop?”

He took a second to find his words.

“It’s good,” he said barely above a whisper, eyes still closed. “Don’t stop, please.”

You ran your hand through his hair, tucking a few strands behind his ear before you continued.

You took extra care as you pressed the gentlest kisses over each line of slightly lighter skin, hoping Marc could feel the utmost love behind each press of your lips.

As your mouth trailed down his back, you moved to kneel between his sprawled out legs and sat back up straight.

You pulled his boxers down just under the curve of his ass, placing your hands against his plump flesh with a light squeeze. Marc’s breath stuttered a little bit, and he lifted his hips to press further into your touch.

You pressed a rougher kiss to his soft skin, biting down just enough to leave a mark on his asscheek and make him gasp in surprise.

You ran your tongue across the shallow divots your teeth left, your hands still rubbing his tender flesh. You repeated the action on his other cheek, making him groan into the sheets.

You slinked off the end of the bed, pulling Marc’s boxers off completely. Your hands rubbed down the length of his legs, all the way down to the tips of his toes.

You stripped yourself as well, tossing the garments somewhere across the room.

“Roll over for me, baby,” you cooed to him, and he quickly obeyed.

He was putty in your hands.

You took his ankle in your hand, kissing up his leg as far as you could reach then back down again before doing the same to his other leg.

The taste of his skin was addictive, always leaving you wanting more.

But you wanted to take care of your man, needed to.

Climbing back on the bed between his legs, you crawled back up to see him face to face.

“Hi,” you purred with a smile, running a hand down the side of his face.

He pressed his cheek against your palm, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Hey, baby,” Marc smiled back, that gorgeous smile, his hands coming up to rest on your lower back.

You started kissing him all over his face, making him laugh a bit. His forehead, cheeks, the space between his eyebrows, the little divot on the tip of his nose, and finally his soft lips.

You moved from his lips to his jaw and down his neck, leaving love bites along the way and pulling more moans from Marc. You nipped and sucked marks across his collarbones and pecs, pressing wet kisses down his stomach until you reached his hard and swollen cock.

You made eye contact with him as you ran your tongue from the base to the tip, wrapping your lips around him as he groaned loudly.

You slowly sunk your mouth over him, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, baby!” He cried out as you started bobbing your head, his hands tangling in your hair.

He was so hard, finally having your warm mouth around him was pure bliss.

You swallowed around him, pulling a moan from his as he squeezed his eyes shut and tugged at your hair.

You watched his reaction through your teary vision, growing wetter by the second as you watched his chest heave and Adam's apple bob. The little bit of sweat running down his forehead; the way his brows knit together as you sucked around his cock.

You’d never get tired of seeing him like this. Ruined and sweating for you.

His hips started bucking up, pushing his cock further back in your throat. His fingers held your hair tighter, moaning loudly as he came in your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, some of his salty seed spilling out of the corners of your lips.

You bobbed your head until the spurts of his cum stopped, pulling yourself off of his cock with a loud pop. You caught your breath, moving to straddle his hips.

You brought a finger to collect the mess around your mouth, holding it out in front of Marc’s face. He quickly sucked your digit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around.

“See how good you taste, baby?” You hummed as he sucked on your finger, rubbing your slit against his now sensitive cock.

You pulled your finger from his mouth, pressed your hands against his chest as you sunk down onto him.

“Oh shit,” he whined, his breath hitching in his throat. His hands grabbed your hips tightly, screwing his eyes shut as you started bouncing up and down on his cock.

You traced your fingers around the now dark marks you made earlier on his chest and neck, leaning down to catch his lips in yours. He could taste himself on your tongue as you did, adding to the nearly overwhelming pleasure running through his body.

You laid across him as you kept bouncing your hips, once again moving your mouth to nip and lick at his already decorated neck.

His moans near your ear filled your head like a symphony, mixing with your own to fill the air of the bedroom.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as your orgasm quickly approached, moving your hips faster against his.

A couple more drops of your hips had you spilling over him, spasming around his cock as you bit down lightly on his shoulder.

Marc’s hands scrambled at your back as he came again with a strangled moan, his breath beating against the skin of your shoulder.

You milked him until he was whining with each breath before you pulled yourself off of him, still laying on top of him as you breathed hard.

“My beautiful boy,” you whispered in his ear, listening to him pant. “You’re so fuckin gorgeous, Marc.”

If he didn’t know it before, he certainly knew it now.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #moon knight smut #moon knight #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[lebenspurpur]

idk how and why this came to me but dilf Vincent (when I talk about pregnancy I mean an afab reader but as soon as that's over, the hc's can be read as a gender-neutral reader. also this is not proofread.)

NSFW below cut:

Usually, Vincent would hate the idea of having his own biological children or any children, really. He has way too many worries about that. What if you give birth to conjoined twins? What if he will be just like his parents? He still lives in a town made of dead people, that's not a safe environment for a child!

However, Vincent has a giant breeding kink. As soon as he sees your tummy swell, he's just animalistic. Now, no one has a stronger claim on you than him. Whenever Bo or Lester spend an evening with the two of you, he can't help the pride coursing through him. You're his partner, carrying his child. It's like he left a mark on you, and he loves it.

The birth will be a little terrifying for him. The amount of pain you're going through and the fact that he can't help you is enough to make him break down. Yet he stays with you, he holds your hand, and he starts sobbing when the infant is born, and you can finally rest.

Omg and while you're sleeping through your, well-deserved, nap he just carries his child around, just walking in circles in the room you're in. He's just starstruck. This tiny human being, this living thing, is something you, and he, created. Don't mind him, he's just gonna cry again.

When you wake up, you'll just be greeted with the sight of Vincent sauntering around, cooing at the little one while they grab his fingers. You swear you've never seen him this alive before.

And god, he is so proud of you. You made this tiny being, you went through so much shit to create his, your child. He didn't think he could love you anymore, but apparently, he can.

I feel like Vincent isn't even going to complain about having to change diapers or waking up in the middle of the night. He deals with way worse than diapers (even though they are gross) and his sleeping schedule is fucked anyway. Plus, nothing calms him more than just going for a walk with the tiny one. He rests their head on his chest, and then he just strolls through the house, humming slightly, so they will fall asleep again.

He even takes his mask off. Reason number one: The child is way too strong and if they keep grabbing the max, it will break or look terrible. Reason number two: You showed him the still face experiment, and now he's terrified of traumatizing his child because of the mask. Seeing him smile at the infant in his arms while he puts it to sleep never fails to make you fall in love all over again.

If you worry about your body after the pregnancy, Vincent will absolutely soothe those worries. He even thinks you've grown more attractive as a parent. There are definitely times when he calls you a dilf/milf in front of Bo or Lester, just to tease you. He means it, though, even if he is smirking like the little bastard he is.

And then the child grows older and older, and Vincent is more content with every day that passes. He shows them how to draw, how to paint, they go fishing with Uncle Bo and hiking with Jonesy and Uncle Lester, and he loves all of it.

And while he loves his new life, there is one flaw. Having a child means giving up free time that you could spend with your partner.

After a while, he gets so pent-up that just a hug could get him going. Afternoons are spent just creating thick sexual tension because you've cooked together in the kitchen. The both of you are relieved when Bo and Lester finally take the child for a few hours. Vincent is literally pouncing on you as soon as the main door closes. And trust me, he will use the entirety of these few hours.

Also, massages. The stressful day as a parent sure leads to a lot of sore spots in your back, and it's Vincent's job to tenderly soothe those muscles of yours. He grows really into it and the more experienced he gets, the more you're looking forward to it. Even if the sexual tension is a problem here too.

He spends more time outside, too. In the afternoons you can watch him and the child play in the garden and the picture never fails to paint a smile on your lips. You feel so content with him, with your child. With your family.

#dilf!Vincent Sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #slasher x reader #slashers #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair x you #smut #smut and fluff #slasher headcanons

[anincompletelist]

find the words! :D

thank you to @judasofsuburbia for the tag! I had so much fun reading through your snippets! <3 am I doing this fun game instead of finishing up a wip that I absolutely should be working on instead? perhaps. OH WELL!

my words are: hand, through, night, again, and kiss ! (such good words omg)

[below the cut since some of these are slightly suggestive!]

word: hand wip: dom!henry roommates

He’s not sure when the toy had turned off, discarded somewhere out of his sight as Henry’s other hand raises to deftly untie the binding at his wrists, drawing them into his hold and pressing soothing fingers into the marks until the feeling returns. 

word: through wip: a/b/o au

Henry blinks. His brows dip. He makes a confused noise somewhere in the back of his throat, and Alex can see the gears turning in his head behind his eyes, catching up to the moment. He tries to tug himself out of Alex’s grasp and fails, doubling forward when another wave of pain ricochets through him, his forehead pressed to Alex’s shoulder as he heaves in labored breaths. His scent gets stronger with each passing second, and if Alex had any lingering doubt before, he doesn’t now.

word: night wip: boxer!alex

He’s close enough now that he can see the small cut on Alex’s cheekbone as he lets his eyes roam freely over the sharp angles of his face, the same one he’d watched Alex’s burly opponent land earlier in the night before suffering a resounding loss. He aches to touch it now even more than he had then, to press his fingertips there, his lips, as Alex braces a hand next to his head on the wall. To the victor belong the spoils.

word: again wip: hitman au

But they’ve managed at the very least to learn how to communicate with each other again. The briefest of pauses in between Bea’s elaborate storytelling, the way Philip’s voice cracks on particular syllables. There’s a pattern buried beneath it all, and by listening closely enough, Henry understands. 

word: kiss wip: soft dom henry

Henry drags the loofah up and over his skin, washing him thoroughly and scrubbing away any evidence of the stress of both the last twelve hours and the last several months. He takes special care on Alex’s chest where he knows the skin is more sensitive, lightening the pressure as he passes over the still pink lovebite lingering on his collarbone from the day before. He smiles softly again as he meets Alex’s eye and rinses away the soap with clean water, bending to press a kiss to Alex’s bandaged hand where it’s curled on the edge of the tub. 

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PLEASE do not feel pressured to complete this game, since I know it floats around quite often! however, if you do feel inclined, always happy to see what y'all are working on! :D

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[your words are: make, hide, square, edge, atmosphere]

(if these words don't come up or you'd like to use different ones, I used the random word generator so feel free to generate some new ones!)

#tag games #omg I had so much fun with this one #wips

[juuheizou]

Omg now i'm dying to know what are suzuya's trigger textures, and his triggers in general too since I also hc him as autistic<3 also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

Of course, friend! I'm always down to talk about autistic Suzuya!

Do be warned, in my personal opinion it's no worse than anything in the series, but if you're squeamish about unsanitary things, you might want to skip a couple of paragraphs pertaining to some unsanitary textures and stimming behaviors that I marked with a ** at the beginning of each one.

what are suzuya's trigger textures

He really doesn't like rough, scratchy textures. Tall grass or institutional carpet on bare skin, bristly animals, clothing tags, scratchy fabrics from wool to lace, suits. Anyone would learn to hide their distress at the horrible feeling of a lacy dress if the alternative was Big Madam's wrath, not worth dying over even if it's a close decision, but I think I have a little to back this up when it comes to his canon rebellion against coming to work in a proper suit.

I like to think of his canon dress code violations being a little bit of “stop telling me what to do” but also a whole lot of sensory issues with the material suits tend to be made of. If he could get away with wearing his pyjamas to work every day, he would, and I feel like he would have tried at some point. Unfortunately, what he does actually wear in canon was the best he could pull off and just be lectured by Amon as opposed to more serious disciplinary action even he can't ignore. Some of how he dresses is to have some control and fun with it in a conservative office environment when it comes to how people dress, like his patterned suspenders, but the actual fit and cuts of his outfits, ie too big for him and mostly shorter than they should be, is to minimize how much of it is touching him. His undershirts we see him wear once are probably something he wears all the time and pretty soft, another way to insulate him from that suit material texture.

Also, as an animal lover, this can prove a little problematic. My first thought is of the sheer disappointment of him petting a stray dog and ending up with like, bully breed bristles or something lodged in his shirt. Or going to a petting zoo or something with the squad and he's had a wonderful time nuzzling alpacas, sheep, rabbits, ducklings, and he's too excited to even think through it before he tries to do the same with something like a potbellied pig. Sad times. Very sad times. It's not fair that some animals can look fuzzy but actually feel like a cactus. He's safest sticking with fluffy spitzy dogs and cats haha.

**Messy textures are variable. He's not your (on Tumblr, at least) stereotypical squeamish autistic. Actually, I think he's the opposite and self-soothes by squishing and smearing gross things until Shinohara finally gets him a jar of play-dough or something to stop him from playing with dead stuff he finds on the schoolyard-- maybe being given art supplies to play with instead is what got him doing other art forms as an adult. Before it was stray animal entrails and stuff he found at the Academy, it was human organs, blood, etc. and Madam probably saw it as him learning to be a good scrapper, doing things like fingerpainting with blood or squishing a handful of organs in his hands.

**That being said, as much as he likes these textures in his hands, he has learned the hard way that most of them will make him sick if he were to put them in his mouth. Someone who didn't eat a lot of innards and similar scraps of meat over the years probably wouldn't even think to be so picky, but liver, brain, stuff like that? Good! Intestines, eyeballs, parts that are more slimy and slippery in the form they'd be thrown to him in... he would sooner go hungry, even living with Madam and not being given much else to eat. He might have liked to crush bugs as a cadet, but he probably tried and learned to draw the line at eating them. In the human world, though, he might like some of those things with the sliminess deep-fried out of them, perhaps.

Speaking of, food texture is also a type of texture, and in addition to slimy and slippery, he can't do stringy, fibrous stuff in food, especially if it is both slippery and stringy like some veggies. We know he likes sweets and snack foods, and I do think those are things he truly likes, but things like sweets are also a lot safer for someone who can be hypersensitive to the point of some mouth feels making him physically sick. Some may perceive this as childish, but to him it's just survival when the wrong bite can make him feel so awful. Some foods he just can't tolerate at all, but I can see Hanbee teaching him how to prepare fruits and vegetables in ways that don't trigger his sensory issues, as he would never be able to say “do this, do that” to Suzuya but would want him to get his vitamins and minerals. I could write a whole post about the adventurous, slightly strange eater that would be unlocked once he got a good introduction to preparing food in different ways that truly change the texture of the ingredients.

Not exactly a texture but still relating to his sense of touch, he really can't do light touch, as hyposensitive as he is to pain and deep pressure. To him, light touch is much, much more noxious than pain and he can really lash out against something brushing up against him. Often he grabs or strikes an offending hand or body part to get it away before his mind can even catch up to him, not hard, but how hard he does it doesn't always matter when people around him already perceive him as violent.

and his triggers in general too

As far as his other (sensory, which I hope is what you were wanting to know) triggers and hypersensitivities, he struggles with loud noises although his threshold for them is somewhat bigger than textures-- ie he can handle weapons clashing in battle, loud music when he's out somewhere fun, stuff with an end in sight that either can or does last short enough that it won't become too much before it's over. If it lasts too long, is too loud and piercing, he's having a sensitive day, or any combination of the above, though, it can very much push him to the meltdown point. Piercing, high-frequency sounds or too many sounds going on are also hard for him and will make him clap his hands over his ears SO FAST.

Same with bright lights. There's a threshold, he can handle them to some degree especially if there's a good (to him) reason for him to, but he's still hypersensitive to them. Fluorescent lights at the field office, for example, are another thing he's willing to get on his superiors' bad side for when he doesn't have an office and will just turn off half the lights in the bullpen (I would think they have one of those?) and when people just get annoyed and turn them back on, he would learn to mess with the breakers to where it's not easily undone and looks like an electrical problem. Amon would HATE the sight of him wearing sunglasses indoors and that would make him want to utilize this coping mechanism more. When he is a senior investigator and squad leader who does get a little office of his own, it's just barely light enough for him to read and do paperwork by.

Smells, though, I actually see him being hyposensitive to for the most part. I can see him going into a candle shop, bakery, buffet, anything with lots of options displayed in an easily accessible way and just wanting to pick up everything to sniff it, though he can't always do that because with food that is unsanitary and will get him kicked out. He also has a high tolerance that he hasn't actually found the limit to thus far for filthy crime scenes and rotting gore that even seasoned investigators have to go and vomit at the stench of.

As far as taste, though mouth feel is a different story, I see it also being a more hyposensitive sense for him. He loves to experiment with different flavors of things and is that person who seeks out foods that are really sour, really spicy, really minty, stuff like that that makes his whole face feel the taste of it. Again, would just pick things up and sample them as a stim if it wouldn't get him banned from places with delicious food, and I see him as one of those autistics to whom eating food is a stim. I can also see him liking the taste of alcoholic things for this reason, although on an unrelated note I don't see him as a drinker because he is an angry not-fun-to-be-around drunk; booze is best left as something to soak confections in or savor one single serving of, but he does like the burn.

also a guide on how to touch him right pleaaase???tyyy

As mentioned, he is a mixed bag of hyper and hyposensitivies, and deep pressure is something he seeks out just as hard has he avoids light touch. We see him do a lot of the classic signs of this kind of sensory seeking in canon, such as physically risky behaviors, indifference to pain, and constant movement. As far as sharing physical touch with another person, though, which he don't really see in canon, he has a need to be squeezed.

Starting with stuff that can be read as conventionally casual and platonic, I have mentioned he likes Akira and only Akira messing with his hair. That's for the same reason anyone else would run away screaming from having their hair done by her: the result might look amazing, unlike Touka's home hair attempts, but we know she's not the warmest character and can be just as insensitive as Suzuya in her own way as a person. As a hairstylist she really gets in there with combs and brushes and will pull to get a lock perfectly detangled or a braid tight enough to stay intact even while fighting for life and limb against an SS-rank ghoul, all while too absorbed in the task at hand to notice her victim is crying. Honestly, someone might see her updos around the office and convince themselves they can sit through it, but it's too much suffering, even for the most beautiful hair of their lives. For him, though, it's akin to a nice spa day, pleasant and relaxing. Horseplay and sparring also count as touch to him, and are pretty hard to go wrong with since that is always going to be heavy, hard bodily contact. Same with those hearty, macho claps on the shoulder I've mentioned before.

Going a little ways up the conventional ladder of intimacy, giving his hands or his shoulder a squeeze is nice and always advisable, especially when he's fidgety and stressed. Giving him a tight bear hug is the nicest, but you can't be scared to break him, or chances are you're not going to hug hard enough. He also loves to cuddle, but someone has to be laying a lot of body weight on the other. Once that is happening, though, it's even better than a weighted blanket or throwing someone to a mat. He could have a rib broken and still just be disappointed that it means he can't be physically crushed that hard again. Just like he relishes one of his cats or a stray animal laying in his lap, he likes to lean against people he knows won't shoo him away, and would also enjoy having his partner fall asleep against his shoulder or in his lap. Kisses are also fun and exciting for him, but he can't do the light pecks on the cheek and brushes of lips; gotta put some pressure and confidence into it, even if it doesn't get deeper in any other way.

Touching the rest of his body is where I see things getting emotionally fraught for him in addition to having the potential to be real overstimulating real fast. These are the areas of his body that are easily hidden by a nightshirt, a scrapper's costume, or a pretty dress without marring the beautiful doll he was supposed to be, so that's where only Madam ever touched him, and all she gave him were scars. This is where his control over the situation is just as important to him as the physical sensation being pleasant. I know my word choices sound sexual, but this doesn't even mean sex.

We know he is into underground body modification for example, but I see him being strictly DIY if he wants to feel the sensation of needles through his skin, which is the real reason he has his own stitches while not having any conventional piercings or tattoos; office rules wouldn't stop him lmao, he just can't do those himself with as much room for error. Sharing a shower or bath would be all fun and games, and he would like to wash someone's hair and body as a gesture of affection, and the hot water would be nice for him, but don't try to return the favor after he's had his fun. He would enjoy kissing someone all over in a merciless flurry, but honestly, the best way to approach something like that is to let him take what he wants and leave what he doesn't. He's direct enough that if he does want something different, he will get it. This is another small reason I think he pairs well with someone as shy to even try returning the favor as Mutsuki tbh

Hopefully it's not information you were hoping for, because I'm going to stop there as far as stages of intimacy that I googled for the purpose of this ask go. I have headcanons and things to say and would be totally cool answering more r-rated and up questions if one were to ask them directly. I just would rather disappoint someone who didn't ask for explicit content but would have liked reading it than blindside someone who didn't want to read it, you know?

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[paintersatyr]

Xeno practice!

I need to post them more again aaaa...

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[bonky-n-steeb]

are your requests open? if yes can i please request a steeb fic, where steve and reader meet at the VA and fall in love, like love at first sight or a soulmate au? idk if you write soulmate AUs. also i think your fics are amazing😌✋, pls keep writing more stuff, your fics always make my day!

Omg! Thanks ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎. This request is so sweet! Ily!

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || With your broken soul mark, you never thought you’d have a soulmate. But it’s rightly said, patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || none

this is not proofread :/

This is the first time I’m writing a soulmate AU. Hope y’all like it!

“Congratulations Mr. Andrews. Your loan has been approved.” You said as you finalized the documents and passed them over to him to once over.

You were about to inform the veteran where to sign when the feeling hit you in full force. Warmth spread all over your body as your heart thumped and a heavy feeling took place in your chest.

It was an uneasy feeling like drowning and flying at the same time. Adrenaline rushed freely in your veins as you held your hand near your heart and tried soothing yourself.

You knew this feeling, even if you had never experienced it before, you had read it and heard it enough number of times. Your soulmate was near.

Every single person was had their own soulmate; a person they were destined to be with. Some found them early in their lives while others found them in unexpected places.

As a kid you had a few guesses on how your soulmate would be. And a teenager, you had randomly wandered the streets hoping to meet him. But after growing up, you had almost given up the hope.

Now, everyone in your friend circle had found their soulmate, everyone except you. You were always a little different from the rest. Earlier you had been shy, but now you were proud to stand out from the crowd.

While everyone else had elegant complete symbols which matched with their mate. Yours was a star, which was only halfway completed through and left open ended. When feeling utterly sad, you used to take a pen and draw the remaining sides to make it complete.

You were sure by now that there wasn’t a single other person in this universe who had such a broken, half assed symbol. You were meant to be alone, to be incomplete.

But then this realisation took you by surprise, you had a soulmate! There was someone else made by this universe just for you and he was right here, right now.

You looked at your wrist where the mark was embedded and your breath hitched, it was glowing a faint shade of blue and tingling.

Without wasting a moment, you stood up from your chair and started walking blindly. The man in front of you looked bewilderedly at you, but after seeing your condition a small smile graced his lips.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to meet soulmates at work. As you pushed pass people towards an unknown destination, the pull started getting stronger.

It felt as if you and your mate was connected with unseen threads that were pulling you both closer and closer; like stretched apart rubber bands finally contracting.

It oddly reminded you of searching for a wifi signal. You were about to chuckle at your thought, when you bumped into someone.

The moment your bodies touched, it felt as if an electric current flowed through you. But it wasn’t painful, instead it was satisfactory.

Looking up, you saw clear blue eyes peering at you. His jawline was sharp and his blond hair matched him perfectly. His straight nose was a bit crooked and it only added to his beauty.

He was your soulmate. This man who would make even the gods jealous with his beauty, was your soulmate. You stared at him for a minute more, and that’s when you realised who he was.

He was your soulmate? Wait… wait… wait!!! No no no. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be possible, right? You couldn’t be that lucky, right?

Captain freaking America was your soulmate! Steve Rogers was literally the most coveted man on this planet and he was your soulmate?

In your head, you danced with joy and shouted with excitement. But in reality you were staring at Steve like a fish. And Steve, despite being an avenger, was no better.

“Captain America found his soulmate!” Someone screamed in the background and soon there was a clatter of flashes and shouts. People were taking your photos and videos while you both just awkwardly looked at each other.

They must’ve noticed the way you both were pulled towards each other like moths towards light. The clear signs of distress while searching and the soothing calmness after finding ones soulmate was clearly distinguishable.

Suddenly shy and embarrassed of the whole ordeal, you bit your lower lip. You saw his eyes instantly snap to that gesture of yours. “Let’s go somewhere.” He whispered so that only you could hear.

Some people moved away to allow you two to walk while the others kept on clicking your photos. You were sure they would be plastered on the news by today evening.

You locked the door and pulled the curtains when you finally entered the inside office. “Umm, hey! I’m Steve!” He was fidgeting with his jacket as if didn’t usually ordered the avengers around.

“I know.” You shared your own name and he repeated it to see the way it rolled off his tongue. “I never… I never thought it would be you.” You shyly admitted.

You couldn’t believe captain America was blushing at your words. “You’re beautiful.” He complimented. The sincerity that dripped from his voice made your heart melt.

“Thanks.” It felt as if you’d forgotten all the words. As you sat besides each other on the small couch, your eyes wandered to his wrist. Following your eyes, he pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to show you the mark.

All the soulmates were supposed to have the same marks, but that wasn’t the case with you. His mark picked up right where yours ended. His star completed yours; if you would place it on one another, it would form a complete beautiful blue star.

“You complete me.” The words that slipped past your lips, weren’t only about the soulmate mark. You meant it about every aspect of your life.

While he was the storm of adventure you wanted, you were the calm of familiarity he needed. It was like two pieces of puzzle who fit perfectly.

You were disturbed from the sweet moment by the incessant buzzing of your phone. You were sure the photos were on social media by now and your friends and family must have seen them.

“Would you… Umm, would you like to come on a date with me?” Steve was at loss of words. He was sure there was a better way to frame this.

“Yes!” This wasn’t the right place to talk about anything. It was your office and it was swarming with people. You needed to go somewhere private.

“How about we go somewhere right now?” Steve asked hopefully. He couldn’t possibly wait until the end of this day. He had waited a literal century, but waiting a few hours more felt impossible. You thought for a moment, before nodding.

You would probably have to ask for a leave and what not. Also, mr. Andrews was probably still sitting at your desk. But you could see that later on. Right now what mattered was you and Steve.

Hand in hand, you both walked upto his Harley-Davidson. He checked if you were seated safely and you clutched his jacket as the motorcycle roared to life.

As the fresh air hit your cheeks, and Steve scent overwhelmed your nose, you knew you weren’t broken anymore. You knew you were finally complete.

#skye’s 1k sleepover #steve rogers #marvel #mcu #chris evans #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans x reader #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x female reader

[pockcock]

OMG ZEY CONGRATULATIONS ON THE MILESTONE!!

Can I request an Eren drabble with Like Real People Do by Hozier? NSFW/SFW, whatever strikes your fancy!

Like Real People Do by Hozier

warnings: slight nsfw. MINORS DNI OR I'LL ACTUALLY HAUNT YOU. soft, just soft. maybe too soft idk.

Eren was looking rather intimidating and carefree in public. That was his persona, his mask almost. He would hide himself from everyone on a daily basis as if he was acting. Behind closed doors, however, he was completely different.

“Close your eyes…”

His words were honey to your ear, sweet and soft. You closed your pearls, waiting for his next move or word with a pounding heart. You felt his breath first, fanning over your face with a minty aroma. And there were his lips… as sweet and soft as his words. His lips started moving as if they were dancing. Yours joined his not long after. His left hand cupped your cheek and a loving thumb found your beauty mark right next to your mouth, caressing and drawing eights on it. Then he moved his lips to kiss it. There you felt his smile on your lips that later turned into a cute chuckle.

“What?!” you scolded pushing his shoulders.

His emerald eyes were shining, you could see your own reflection in them. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Blushing, you punched his chest. “Bastard!”

When he chuckled again you saw the love. Behind those emerald eyes, there was burning love. A flame that only you could see, the one which would heat you up like a fuzzy blanket in the winter days.

He then laid you down on your shared bed, slowly taking your shirt and admiring your sweet curves, perfections and imperfections. Your neck was his target, slow and sensual kisses found your pulse and moved down. Stopping at your collar bones for a moment to playfully bite them, he proceeded to kiss your chest.

“I wanna live here,” he said in between his kisses. “Right in between your tits.” He nibbed your nipple, soothing it with his tongue. “In your heart…”

Your hands found his long hair, fingers brushed his hair, massaged his scalp. “It’s already yours.”

The expression on his face was priceless.

“I…” he said, not knowing what to say at first. A smile formed on his lips. He moved up, his eyes met yours. You saw love. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Eren.”

a/n: ASH BABY THANK YOU SO MUCH 💞 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3 SENDING EXTREME LOVES AND THANK YOU FOR THIS SONG <3

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[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

Neck kisses headcanons, please! With Jack, Frankie, Javi, Oberyn and Pero 😁😁😁 I love getting neck kisses and kiss people's neck too 😍💋

Hi Anon!

Omg I am obsessed with this request! Neck kisses and bites are honestly my favourite things ever!

Here is how I think all of the boys would enjoy this headcannon... I hope you enjoy them! 

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Jack (Whiskey) Daniels

Loves giving neck kisses, his favourite thing to is surprise you with gentle affection, coming up behind you while you’re cooking and peppering your neck in kisses until your squealing as he tickles your skin with his adorable moustache, attacking your neck then making his way up towards your cheeks and then pulling you around gently to place his soft lips on yours as he pulls you close.

This man is mouthy enough as it is so he loves to sweet talk you, his voice dripping in honeyed southern drawl, as he presses delicious kisses up your neck, ghosting over your skin with his gentle breaths making your skin prickle and your face flush at his words.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing on God’s green earth baby…”

“My precious little angel… what would I do without you.”

“You’re my everything darlin’…”

It makes you melt as he showers you in the sweetest praise. He loves how your body reacts to his plush lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck. He can’t help but smirk slightly, but most of the time a huge beaming grin rests across his face. All he can think is that he’s the luckiest man on the planet to be able to call you his.

Frankie (Catfish) Morales

Frankie is an absolute softy and just adores any attention you give to him, lapping up every possible opportunity to be with you, he cannot believe someone could love him as much as you do. You rest in his arms in front of the tv, curled up into the soft crook his neck and you give him gentle kisses across the top of his chest, his neck, his jaw, anywhere you can reach. All you want to do is shower him in love and affection that you know he hasn’t received enough of in his life.

You love to comfort him especially in his sleep when he is having nightmares or flashbacks of what he’s been through. You are always there by his side reassuring him that your there with any gentle caress or touch you can possibly give him.

He is a very openly affectionate man so whenever he sees you he’ll pick you up gently kissing up your neck as he holds you from behind, holding your body tight to his as he drinks in your scent and your warmth. Treasuring being able to have you so close, especially after any of his trips away or even just a long day of work. He relishes in every single moment with you.

Javier Peña

Javi loves the feeling of your lips, and you love to kiss him, everywhere you can. You love to press your lips into the soft skin of his flushed and slightly sweaty skin after a long day at work tracing over his neck and shoulders, as he runs his hands through your hair. He relishes in your every touch, you ground him, bring him back to earth after everything he’s been through. You’re his tether to reality.

He also loves to cover you in gentle attentions, his lips desperate as they trace your jaw, your neck, your forehead, especially at the base of your throat peppering your skin with soft gentle kisses as he coos at you sweet murmurs of praise, revering in the fact that he is lucky enough to have you. Loving to kiss your eyelids gently as you fall asleep in his arms, your soft snores making him smile as he watches your chest rise and fall. Someone so sweet and kind after dealing with the true scum of the earth.

Sometimes when you’re walking in the hot sun of the day or in the soft glow of moonlight in the evening, out on a date or just spending time with each other he’ll pull you in by your waist, whisper gently in your ear and kiss you just beneath it on the pulse point of your neck, making you blush at the attention you were drawing to yourselves just because Javi just can’t keep his hands to himself.l You wouldn’t have it any other way though.

Oberyn Martell

Oberyn is a truly giving man, he is completely enthralled with the shape of your neck, how it glistens with soft beads of sweat in the warm sun as you stroll through the gardens. He is reverent, tracing every single detail of your neck and jaw with his soft lips. Mapping out your small freckles, the lines of the taut muscles, the hollow of your throat everything he can possibly reach. He loves to give you beautiful jewels so he has an excuse to caress your neck as he places the necklaces around your soft skin, tracing the beautiful, intricate, colourful jewellery with his soft lips, ghosting small breaths across your clavicle. He loves to trace your face, your jaw and your throat with his fingers. Watching your skin shine in the golden light of the sun. “You look like sunshine incarnate… the gods would be jealous of your beauty.”

He loves to feel your lips on his jaw, his neck, his chest. Soaking in every touch as you shower him in adoration. The devotion that his kingdom gave him was nothing compared to what your love felt like to him. In either giving or receiving these attentions he relishes in your enjoyment and pleasure found in the actions, infatuated with how you react to every movement, every touch.

Pero Tovar

Pero does not quite understand the concept of neck kisses, until you give him a timid hickey amongst your kisses on the side of his neck. He’s so used to pain being violence in the heat of battle, but you show him these small pricks of your teeth followed by gentle kisses, can create pleasure from slight pain.

After that he cannot get enough of kissing and biting your neck, marking you up and soothing the reddened skin with his soft lips. His kisses ravishing and bruising as much as they are tender and gentle. He loves stroking the taut skin of your neck and the soft curve of your jaw as he admires you in the warm candlelight of the evening. Tracing his gaze across every small detail of your skin. And he also loves when you kiss his neck as well entranced with how your soft lips make him feel. He’s secretly soft and gentle, but only for his love. He loves to give you gentle caresses in secret when no one is looking. And now that he knows you love kisses just under your jaw, he sneaks soft kisses there with his warm plush lips whenever he walks past you in the hallways. William catches him once and teases him about it forever. But he does not care, he knows just how much you love it so he will do it forever.

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If anyone wants other characters feel free to ask I am more than happy to add to these xxx

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[mayans-sauce]

Pills

Gif Credit: @shadesalvarez

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Female Reader

Word Count: 880

Warnings: angsty, drug use, cursing, sad Coco

Request from @louisianalady Can you please do one for Coco where the reader helps him with his pill problem. Thanks.

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Request from anon I love your writing!!! I would love to request “ 1. I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?” With either bishop or coco??

A/N: found a way to combine these two so I hope that’s alright! Thank you @chibsytelford for helping and also sending me THIS link about overcoming drug addiction. Hope you all enjoy this piece <3 !There are some mild spoilers for season 3 in this writing!

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Ever since you found out about Coco’s pill usage, you had been all up in his ass about it to try and get him to stop.

The more you pressured him, the more he drew himself back from you, isolating himself almost entirely from you and Letty.

He got angrier, more frustrated the more you pushed him to stop. Fights would recur regularly from the two of you, and it would end up with one of you sleeping on the couch.

You hadn’t told the club about the pills, not yet, and you weren’t sure when you would. Coco had begged you not to tell them, almost pleading on his knees.

You were at a loss on how you could help Coco. Pressuring him only seemed to draw him closer to the drugs. So you had another idea in mind. Hopefully, it was one that gradually, over time, would help him.

“Hey, Coco,” you greeted him as you walked through the door after a hangout with some friends. He was sitting on the couch like he always did.

“Are you gonna fucking yell at me again?” Coco asked in an annoyed voice as he tried to light a cigarette.

“Nope,” you plopped yourself down, a little away from him, “I just wanted to say hi.”

A faint “hey” escaped his lips as he finally managed to light up the smoke.

This was your idea. To sit with him. You were trying slowly but surely to have a conversation with him. Not yell or argue. You just wanted to be close to him, so he knew he wasn’t alone. Hopefully, after some time, a few days or weeks, you could gently nudge him in the right direction so he could get some help.

“I ordered pizza on the way home that I thought we could share. It’s your favorite.” “Uh-huh.” That was all he had to say.

You watched as he took his gun to crush up a pill or two into a fine powder before he scrapped them into thin lines.

Coco didn’t hide it anymore with his use of pills. At first, he did but gradually, over time, he didn’t care.

It broke your heart when he took the rolled-up dollar bill and snorted up the powder. You tried your best not to grimace, and you successfully managed to keep your poker face.

“So should we watch a movie?” You asked as you picked up the remote, switching through the channels to find something interesting to watch.

It looked like Coco was out of it, but you kept talking to him no matter if he was paying attention or not. You thought that hopefully, subconsciously, your words would get in his brain that he was not alone, that you were here right beside him.

And like this, you would sit with him every single day. Just talking, talking about random stuff, telling him a funny joke, about your childhood or about your day in general, just keeping him company in this challenging situation.

At first, he didn’t care; he didn’t listen. He just kept snorting up his drug. But as time went on, he joined in on the conversation. He listened; he wanted to know more when you talked about stuff, especially your childhood memories. He even joined in on the conversation after some time, telling you about all the fun stuff that happened around the clubhouse.

Little by little, his usage became less over time. You managed somehow to bring him back into reality.

“Why are you here?” Coco asked one day as you were sitting together watching a movie. You turned your head to look at him, brows furrowed together as a big question mark was written on your face.

“What do you mean, Johnny?” His question confused you so much. Why did he ask that?

In an almost whisper, he asked, “why are you still here with me? When… when I’m like this?”

Now you moved closer to him. His face was in his hands now, and you put your hand on his back, trying to soothe him as best as you could. “Because Coco, I care about you. I always have, and I always will.”

He was lightly sobbing in his hands, his shoulders moving slightly up and down. “Do you still lo-“ he didn’t manage to finish his sentence. Too afraid of the answer you would give him if he asked.

“Hey, hey, come here.” You brought him to your chest, letting him cry it out against you while stroking his hair. “I love you. Johnny Coco Cruz, I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” His head moved in a nod. “Johnny, I love you so much. Don’t ever think I don’t.”

“I-I just don’t feel anything anymore. I feel so empty… so lost… so alone.” Your arms squeezed him for extra love and care at his confession. A few tears of your own falling down your cheeks.

“I know. I know, babe. I’m here for you. Letty is here for you. We will get you help. I promise. I promise with my entire soul. I’m not giving up on you, not ever…”

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Birthday Gift

Summary: If you told your younger self 4 years ago that you would be in a happy, long distance relationship with someone who lives miles away from you up till today, your younger self would have laughed at you. But here you are, 4 years later, happy and totally in love with the boy you met online after he randomly followed you on social media. But you've never once met him in person. On your 24th birthday, you were getting a birthday gift that you never thought you would receive so soon.

Theme: long distance relationship au, strangers to lovers

Genre: super fluffy

WC: 2k

Pairing: Bae Jacob x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! This has been in my drafts for quite a bit so here it is. This fic is too too fluffy, even for me who wrote this. Cobie is such a sweetheart, I can't-... Anyways, I hope you like this as much as I enjoy writing it! :)

Being in a long distance relationship is difficult as it needs to have a huge amount of trust, understanding, discipline and a lot of reassurance. However, despite all the fights you may have due to miscommunications and most of the time just lack of physical affection, you still cherish and love your boyfriend very much. You met your boyfriend online as he added you on social media a few years back. You clicked on his profile only to see that he lived in South Korea.

He looks to be a professional dancer and also a full time student in one of the colleges there. Not to mention, super good looking too. However, you weren’t really expecting anything at that point of time only because you don’t really believe in long distance relationships. You’ve always thought it might be hard and that it will never last.

So you just accepted his request and followed him back. The next day, you were in class when you got a DM from someone. And since you rarely got a DM from any guys, you were surprised to see his username pop up.

You clicked the message after about 10 minutes or so to see what he texted you, thinking he was just another weirdo who wants to scam you.

His message said;

“Hello! I saw your account and I really love your content. I’m sorry if this is too weird. I understand if you don’t wish to reply.”

With that, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as you didn’t know why but you began to type your reply, “Haha thank you! That’s so nice of you to say that.” You hit the send button and a few minutes later, he replied. That’s when you began to chat with him for quite a while before he asked.

“I’m so sorry, where have my manners gone? I’m Bae Joon Young but you can just call me Jacob. And you are?”

You replied to him with a smile as your fingers tapped against your smartphone, “I’m Y/F/N but you can call me Y/N.”

Ever since then, you have been chatting with him over DMs for quite a while, just to see if you can sort of trust and be comfortable with him or not. It took you almost 5 months to finally add him in your kakao talk.

Both of you have already done both voice and video call which means you already knew how each other looked and you seemed to have grown your trust in him. Jacob seemed like a genuine guy as you found out that he was your age internationally. Months became years and both of you have already introduced your partners to your parents.

However, at first, your parents weren’t too sure about this whole long distance relationship thing. But they didn’t want to disappoint you so instead of asking you to break up and find a local guy, they let you carry on with this relationship if you believe that it would work. Surprisingly, it took your parents less than a month to get warm with Jacob as they finally got comfortable every time he video calls you.

It has been 4 years since you two agreed to pursue this long distance relationship as it marks your 4th anniversary today. You were just lounging in your room when Jacob decided to skype call you through his desktop.

You accepted the call as he smiled adorably into the camera and waved to you, making you giggle as you waved back. “Happy anniversary baby.” Jacob said.

“Happy anniversary my love. Where are you?” You asked.

“I’m in my dorm. Younghoon’s out with our friends.”

“Why aren’t you with them?” You pout.

“I wanted to celebrate our anniversary.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to, you could have called me after.”

“Don’t you want to see me?” He asked sadly.

“Of course I do. It’s just… I feel like I might be the reason why you may not hang out with your friends as often as you do.”

“Baby, listen to me. I’m so lucky to have you as my girlfriend, dang am I lucky to have you reply to my message 4 years ago. I never thought that we could actually last this long but hey, look at us now.” You smiled as you looked down at your hands, only to look back up and see him pout.

“I love you so much, you know that right? And I can never ask for someone to replace you.” He said, making you sigh.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You asked softly, making him chuckle.

“How I wish I could enter my computer screen and just hug you and kiss you.” He whispered, making you smile sadly, knowing that could never happen, or at least it wouldn’t happen any time soon. You continue talking to him until you fall asleep, making him chuckle softly at your figure. Looking at you through his monitor screen endearingly.

“Goodnight my sweetheart.” He said those last words softly before he ended the call.

Days slowly became weeks and it was the same routine again and again but neither of you were getting bored or tired from it. He would always reassure you that he still loves you and that he would never hurt your feelings in any possible way. It was your birthday that day and your parents had booked a restaurant for you to celebrate and have your birthday dinner with your family, like how it has always been for the past few years.

It would be you, both your parents, your elder sister and her husband along with your 5 years old niece.

You chose to wear a white floral blouse with a pair of denim jeans as you paired it with your heeled sandals. You were in the car with your parents, on your way to the restaurant when Jacob voice called you.

“Hello?” He said.

“Hi Love.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m heading to a restaurant with my family for my birthday dinner. What about you?”

“Oh wow. Where to, this time? I’m just out with the boys.”

“I honestly don’t know. They didn’t tell me.” You laughed as your mother then smiled and spoke up from the front passenger seat.

“Hello dear. How are you sweetie?”

With that, you scooted to the centre of the back seat and put your call on speaker mode. Just then, you heard Jacob respond. “Hello Ma’am, I’m doing well. I wish I could be there to celebrate with all of you.” Jacob said, making you smile sadly as your parents let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s okay son, one of these days, you’ll get to meet our daughter and us.” Your dad said as you could already hear a smile etching on Jacob’s lips.

“Yes sir. I hope so.” Your boyfriend said before you giggled as you turned the speaker mode back off before bringing your phone to your ears. “Hmm, babe I think we’re here. I’ll call you again after dinner okay?” You said into the line.

“It’s okay baby. Don’t worry. Have fun tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too…” You paused for a moment as he waited for you to continue.

“I miss you Jacob.” You couldn’t help but whisper as a tear rolled down your cheek, making him frown.

“Baby please don’t cry. Promise me you won’t cry.” He said, making you nod as you sniffled your cries.

“I’ll try.” You said as you then bid him goodbye before ending the call.

Your sister had already arrived as you and your parents went to the front entrance where a waiter was waiting. Your dad told him that they’ve already made a reservation under your dad’s name as the waiter checked his list and soon smiled at the three of you. “Right this way.” The waiter said as he soon guided you towards the back of the restaurant where there were private rooms with opaque curtains to block the view of those sitting inside.

You were walking last as you texted your boyfriend in the process.

Once you were at the booth, your dad asked you to enter first, in which you got confused but nonetheless did as you were told. However, the minute you pushed the curtains open, your eyes immediately landed on the one person sitting at the very end of the table nearest to the entrance.

You felt your whole body freeze as you couldn’t find the right words. He was there, right in front of you, in one piece. It was him. It was your boyfriend. He was really there physically. You couldn’t believe this.

“Wha- I- When… Omg… Omg…” You whispered as everyone laughed, only for Jacob to chuckle as he got up, making you feel so flustered.

“Happy Birthday my love.” He said, as he walked up to you but you were still frozen in shock.

“Surprise!” Your family said in unison happily.

You locked eyes with Jacob as he engulfed you in a hug. That’s when you began to bawl your eyes out against his shoulder as you could finally feel his arms around your body, holding you tight as though he was afraid of losing you. Jacob laughed softly as he let you cry into his shoulder, while he gently rubs soothing circles in your back to calm you down.

You had your arms wrapped around his waist securely, afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. “Shh, don’t cry baby. Don’t cry.” He whispered in your ear, only for you to cry harder. He laughed even more as your mother and sister were already tearing up at the side.

You pull away from him as he gently wipes your tears with his thumbs. “You’re here… You’re actually here…” You whispered, your breath shaky as he nodded, cupping your face softly in his hands. “Yes love. I’m here. I’m really here.” Jacob said, making you pout. Still unable to believe this was real.

Jacob smiled widely as he pulled you into a hug again, only for you to bury your face in his chest, feeling him draw lazy patterns into your waist. After nearly 30 minutes of you holding onto him and being in your own little bubble, the 7 of you finally settled down to celebrate your birthday dinner. After dinner was over, your parents offered Jacob to stay over at your family home for the next two weeks that he is staying here in your country before he flies back to Korea.

Jacob thanked your parents for letting him stay over as you couldn’t stop holding his hand. The way his hands fit in yours so perfectly as he showered you with so much love and warmth, just like how he did through all the video calls and texts.

That night when everyone had gone home, your parents knew that you probably wanted to spend time with him so they let him sleep in your room.

After both of you had already changed and were getting ready for bed, he pulled you onto his side as you rested your head on his chest. Jacob hugs you close as you tighten your grasp on his shirt. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he glanced down a little.

“I’m just so happy you’re here. I still need time to process this information.” You confessed.

Jacob chuckled softly as he whispered, “I’m really happy to be able to finally see you in person. This means so much to me.”

“Me too.”

Just then, the room fell quiet as you just looked into each other’s eyes, seeing the sparkles coating both your pupils as he gently caressed your cheek. Right at that moment, Jacob seemed to read your mind as he gently pulled you up a little. Without much words, Jacob decides to ask the one question that both of you had in mind.

“Can I kiss you?”

With that, you smiled shyly as you nodded. Jacob smiles in victory as he leans down softly to finally feel your soft lips on his and it has never felt so magical. Both of you took in this new feeling as he kissed you sweetly.

You spent the next two weeks with him, just making the most of your time. A month after he went back to Korea, it was your turn to give him a surprise visit as you managed to book a flight to Korea, asking for Jacob’s help to fetch you at the airport and bring you over to his apartment.

You stayed with Jacob for two days before surprising Jacob for his birthday party. Jacob did such a good job at taking care of you and making sure that you weren’t lost in Korea.

Despite the long distance, it definitely made you two grow stronger and gain even more trust in one another. It was a blessing in disguise that you accepted his request 4 years ago.

And you regretted none of it.

~~~

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[remsmoonlight]

— title : west side polaroids

— word count : 2.4k words

— pairing : john wich x reader

— summary : the first day unbound by the table is marked by you both.

— warnings : none except minimal mentions of death and descriptions of blood

note: please please please go easy on me i have not written any john content in months but omg i adore the song west side by ariana .. issa dreamy vibe , but yeah i couldn’t decide the title so i merged them ..... anyways :)

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Life that does not revolve around the endless cycle of death and immorality is still new to John, the colour of crimson may have well been his favourite colour with how much he’d found it coating nearly every inch of his skin on a frequent basis. Some nights he’d awake and was sure he could see the stains of blood dried into his nails, though the flood of a bedside lamp would soon flush that worry away. Never had he been the one to imagine a life outside of what he knows, though as he stares at his image in the lengthy mirror before him, that’s what he observes in this moment. A free man.

A whole thirty days had passed since that fateful night when he secured his freedom from his .. job, wanting to allow a sufficient recovery time. Any longer and he knew you well enough to know you’d be breaking his front door down. Luckily, many of the cuts and furious bruises had almost completely healed, while some more stubborn than others were covered with a little more difficulty than he’d prefer. Still, he hopes that your reaction isn’t too explosive. With great reluctance he’d shared enough details with you to understand him and why he is the way he is, and should he not make it back you wouldn’t be left in limbo waiting for him to return. Knowing how often you found yourself worrying over him. Since when did I deserve something so good? he asks himself now and every day that greets him.

He never wants you to be left with a ghost. Especially when you had dug so deeply to prevent him from being consumed by the repetition to death and destruction by his ability to maximise results from his body when required.

Contact had been scarce between you both, and you accepted it. Knowing just what was transpiring as you went through your daily activities, wondering what John could be up to. Staying honest to yourself, your mind had conjured up the most ghastly images, a mental sketchbook where the next page would only be worse than the previous. Though, the moment you heard his voice through your mobile, you felt all the tight tension that wracked your limbs alleviate to nothing more than a dull ache that you have since forgotten.

John is a good liar however when he shared the intricate details of the life he had led, his eyes shone a truth and a pain of growing tired of all the slaughter he’d had a hand dipped into many a time. You believed him and you still do. In spite of this it’s still a difficult task for your mind to wrap itself around but for John? You would.

“ there you are, stranger! “ you greet warmly as you open your arms to finally embrace him after so long.

Your eyes shut while you relish the physical contact that you have sorely missed, you release a heavy breath of air as the moment you have been counting down to is here and you can grasp it with your fingertips. Sensations unreliant on your eyes hone in on the comfort you now feel, the smooth material you can feel to the smell of the cologne worn by John ⏤ a gentle smile drifts softly onto your features in response to the warm shield of solace envelopes you whole.

“ it took longer than I thought. “ he says as he shakes his head, you feel the action from your position

“ I'd say.. I thought I’d never see you again. “

“ I wouldn’t let that happen. “ a low whisper travels from his lips, you can feel his warm breath on you as he leans down, the action causing you to shiver at the faintly sinister tone that had been so close to overwhelming them.

In your heart you feel the strength in his words, it’s not a statement but a promise with all the faith and trust poured into them. Never had you met someone as dedicated and resolute as the man, you’d have called him a psychic because whenever he says something it often comes true, born into existence from his drive.

“ that is something I believe. “ you reply, your voice dulling ever so slightly in octaves.

A mighty stone wall had once been John, any attempt to get to know him proved a punishing task. Though, when a crack had become apparent it became obvious that a gentle touch had been a foreign concept for him but when he’d accepted it as real? The taste of what life could transform into made him want more, to open the door he’d never once entertained of unlocking. John is incredibly grateful you’d never become frustrated and left as soon as you’d arrived in his life, refusing to want another life without your touch.

“ so, are we going to stand here all day or are we going to get in that car you adore so, so much? “

With the barest of groans escaping his throat, he reluctantly disentangles himself from your form, already missing the contact with you. Turning, you move with an energetic vigour buzzing in your toes ⏤ from your position you fail to realise John has himself glued to your form with an affectionate warmth pooling in his eyes. The corner of his eyes fondly crinkle ever so slightly at the view.

A forceful wind erupts in the car as it picks up, you can feel the pleasant freshness dance carelessly on your skin, tickling the strands of hair left loose. It feels like a dream you muse as you shift your gaze to John, really beginning to understand the butterflies that all these television shows and movies talk about as you take in the concentration forging itself into his features as his eyes never leave the road. You don’t believe in the idea of destiny, but you can’t help but note how it feels how the stars modified and aligned themselves for you.

Recently, the purchase of a polaroid camera had arrived on your doorstep and today would be the best opportunity to try it out!

“ they’ll leave me alone ⏤ “ he stops suddenly as he assures the unspoken question between you both. Can we live in peace? “ ⏤ us alone now. “

“ you’re sure? It sounds like a shady business, what if someone doesn’t take note? “ worry bleeds into your expression as your foot begins to tap nervously, with only a peek into another society it has left you concerned when John is involved.

“ one thing my world thrives on is rules. Codes. “ he assures you gently, aware of how the other side of the world lives out its gruesome fantasies in real life shocks you.

A heavy hand lays dormant on your leg, coarse fingertips only moving every so often to draw trails on your clothed skin, as if to discover a depth that lays hidden from view. Of course, you both know that John knows every inch of you as you know yourself, many nights spent burning the entirety of the other into your minds with only the moonlight acting as your guiding light.

“ well, I can say that’s good to hear. “ is said by you with a short bout of nervous laughter. “ you can be sure? “

“ you have nothing to worry about. “ he remarks with confidence, attempting to soothe any and all of your fears you have in regards to your situation you both now share.

“ okay, “ you say with a nod, trying to affirm yourself of there being no phantoms pursuing the man behind you from the shadows. “ I trust you, John. I’m just being silly. “

“ you’re not being silly, I understand. “

Silence overwhelms the confined space you share, you take in just the lack of pretence in this moment. Nothing felt between you is forced, an affection woven with a glistening thread so naturally that the bond had been shaped into your reality before either of you had even realised. All John knew was that the curious feeling would be strengthened would he follow his emotions, and that is exactly what he did. Gratitude leaves his heart feeling full at the choice, finally realising that he can settle into a life of normality. An adventure he has never once had but a glow radiates within him at being able to share it with you.

A salty fragrance slowly seeps into your sense of smell, the sounds of seagulls erupting in the distance as you realise just where John is driving you. The chance, living in a city, to go to the beach is scarce thanks to the distance, so you can feel a childish elation swell deep inside of you. Running on this emotion, you pull out the camera held safely in the confines of your bag. Turning it around and shifting your body so suddenly you poke your tongue out and a brief, blinding flash of light erupts before disappearing from existence as soon as it came.

“ oh, now this is a good one! “ you cheer as your lips curve so smoothly into a satisfied grin as you gaze upon the small print held between your fingers.

John says nothing, only knowing of his amusement through the abrupt laughter and warmth blazing so intensely in his eyes.

“ you’ll have to put those into an album or something. “

“ that’s actually a good idea, or a scrapbook? “ you ask with the idea brightening your entire expression. “ documenting this notable day! “

“ yeah, exactly. “ he agrees, a short laugh is shared with you in response. In awe at your naivety, once he’d been envious of the trait ⏤ because you’d never have seen the things he has, but he understands it now. Neither of you can help what you were born into, but he can have control over the person he becomes and that does not include harbouring resentment over something so trivial. The idea seems so foolish now, as it has become something he has grown to adore.

The two of you exit the vehicle, effortlessly your hands find each other through the lengthy space to the other's warmth in yours. John is unable to stop himself from admiring facile peace that clouds your features as you stare upon the limitless majesty of which the deep richness of the blue of the ocean expands way beyond what the eye can distinguish. There’s no worry nor emotional strain colouring itself into burdening your relaxed features.

Your fingers get to work photographing the scene before you, wanting not to document the beauty before you itself but rather the sentiment that dominates the moment with a heavy hand that you’d dare not maneuver away.

From behind you can feel arms encapsulate you against his chest as he parts his lips, as if to say something, mutter some romantic words but he stops immediately. His being wanting to fully submerge himself in a feeling of being enveloped by the serenity. Right now, it’s just you in each other’s company with nothing of the outside world being able to scratch and claw at your attention. He can finally allow himself to be lost in something good, someone who does not see him as a monster, no matter how many atrocities have occurred by his hands. God forbid any ghastly spirits should try to end the dream of this life, he would go to the ends of the Earth to shroud you from any harm from the shadiness he once delved into.

He leaves a flutter of sweet kisses on the crown of your head, you allow a nonchalant smile to illuminate your lips, a soft giggle at the action hovers between you both. John moves his grip to release your waist from his hold, a slow movement towards the bulky camera that lays safe in your grasp. He steps back with a gentleness that he’d never imagined could be contained within his form, and lifts the lens up to his awaiting gaze. You turn just as he lays pressure onto the button, a flash greeting you as you do ⏤ you’re caught off guard, his favourite version of you.

“ come on, John! “ you complain, fingers move to fuss with the loose ends of your hair played with by the tempestuous winds.

“ I couldn’t resist, I’m sorry. “ he apologises with an accompanying smirk, fondly eyeing the photograph of you being caught unaware.

“ it better look good. “ a warning falls from your lips, of course, it’s an empty one ⏤ you wouldn’t spit any venom his way over something so inconsequential.

“ you always look perfect to me. “

With a flood of tenderness and devotion filling your vision, hands inch higher and higher as they snake up the chest of John ⏤ he knows the movement well, a permanent muscle memory that brings him closer to your lips. The touch is so faint, almost feather like, this kiss lacking the pleading need and instinctive desire from his direction ⏤ instead, this one he takes comfort in your presence. He knows you both now have all the time to get lost in one another.

“ you think you can get around me easily? “ you question him swiftly, a good natured air of audacity sparkles in your gaze as you stare up to the tall man.

“ I know I can. “ John promises, already missing the lingering touch you leave behind like a tattoo on his mouth.

“ you sound so sure.. “ you remark, an amused tone coats your words heavily in its substance as your fingertips trace nonexistent patterns in the back of his neck.

John fights himself to prevent a groan of pleasure at the action from clawing its way free from him, already feeling himself melting into your form. He’s surprised you’re not one person.

“ Because I am. “ he states, a lone nod accompanies the action before he descends once more, itching to feel the silk of your lips on his once more on his.

Lifting the camera up at a slant, the crashing of the waves drowns out the click of the camera, he takes out the physical memory of this period of tranquility and adoration. You take it from him, your sight examining the image before you. If you’d had doubts before, you would no longer ⏤ a permanent reminder in picture form of the intimacy and care you share equally.

This is a day to remember.

“ I guess you’re correct. “

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REQUEST!!!

@yeehaw87

Ok this took my lazy bottom so long to reply to! I'm sorry!!! And then I accidentally deleted the main request!!! Omg double sorry!

But! Very interesting request to be fair XD

Hope you enjoy.

@yeehaw87

Warnings! Suggestive themes, bj/oral sex, mentions of rude words, awkwardness!

Shoto

• He had taken you home with a cab from the fancy dinner, and you attempting to be polite invited him inside for a drink. His elegance was unnerving to you, making you feel small and trying harder than usual to not mess up. The look on his face. He usually looked unimpressed or just less than amused with everything in general. So, it didn't necessarily mean you were being boring... right?... These thoughts were running through you making your anxiety sky rocket and the butterflies in your belly to go wilder than usual when he leaned in gently for a kiss.

• All the feelings and thoughts doing their part to force your body to relieve you of the sexual tension they created, the simple kiss stirred into a heated makeout session, and that led to his hand sliding up your legs as he turned from his place on the couch to face you fully as he pulled you over and onto his lap, lips never disconnecting as they moulded together feverishly. His hands on your ass, pulled you closer, grinding you over his crotch And of course you wanted more contact on certain other areas so you started by unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off before slowly pushing him on the couch so he was lying on his back now with you straddling his hips. You pulled back from the kiss, panting lightly and straightened up to pull your shirt off over your head.

• Unbeknownst to you, Shoto was quite nervous too. He feared messing up anything with you. The way you always made his heart flutter with any simple thing you did. And surprisingly, when he was nervous he tended to blabber. Averting his eyes from your undressing, with a soft blush he looked up. And blabber he did.

• "Did you know the ceiling needs painting?"

• You already had your shirt off and numbly looked up to see what he was referring to. It sure did. But... were you so boring to him that he found the ceiling more interesting?... looking at the ceiling when you were taking your shirt off?! All your movements froze and tears started welling up in your eyes as you tried getting off of him. His eyes snapped back onto you, catching a glimpse of your watery eyes right before the tears spilled and you turned your head to hide them from him. A choked sob left your lips. And that was the moment he knew he fucked up. Grabbing your hands to prevent you from running off as he sat up with you still in his lap, wrapping you in his shirt and grabbing the sides of your face to wipe your tears off with his thumbs.

• "Oh shit! I'm so sorry! It's not-! I didn't-- I meant! ... I'm such a fucking idiot... I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable by staring at you..."

• He wrapped his arms around you, pressing you flush to his warm bare chest, rubbing your back while rocking back and forth.

Dabi

• You were sore all over, but the warmth and the aftershocks of the pleasure earlier still running through your deliciously worked out body had you feeling amazing. Added to the way he breathed on the back of your neck and had his arms wrapped tightly around you from behind, his extraordinary warmth radiating off his body soothing your muscles, made your first ever experience such an amazing thing. Your emotions were in overdrive along with your sensations, all thoughts you had before this whole thing still lingering and mixing in with your new thoughts. You had been pretty new at this, so the idea of messing up embarrassingly, in front of Dabi of all people, who looked quite experienced in the sexual field.

• You did not mess up. He was kinda sorta patient with you, and it turned out pretty amazing.

• Remembering the whole thing, you got a little excited and biting your lower lip, you sneakily grinded your ass back onto his crotch, finding surprisingly that he was as excited as you.

"Wanna go again doll?"

He rasped in your ear making you shiver with a smile as his hips started moving, humping your ass, sliding his hardening shaft over and in between your cheeks.

"I'm surprised you would want to go again with me. I know I'm not that much of a pro at this."

"Are you kidding?"

You don't know why you decided to joke, you were emotionally not in the place to do so yet, or receive a snarky reply. Cause face it, Dabi is the king of snarky replies.

• "You're good enough to do this for a living."

• You blinked, halting as you tried to make sense of his words. And of course they registered in your head the wrong way. Do this for a living... this?! Did he mean you were only good for sex?... like ...

• You started to pull away as you tried to pry his arms off of you. He was surprised but he wasn't going to hold you by force. Until he heard you sniffle and his arms tightened back around you as he sat up.

• "What the fuck? Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something?"

• He was looking for any out of control burn marks he might've accidentally left on you.

• "No! Let me go, I better get to work then huh? Got to make a living..."

• He paused. A moment of uncomfortable awkward silence staring at your face with a pair of tear streams running down your face before he burst out laughing, much to your annoyance, and hugged you forcefully until you calmed down.

• "You silly little thing. It was a compliment! I meant to say you are good... maybe I said it wrong... sorry. You are sexy AND amazing."

Bakugou

• You were slightly older than him (...just... just imagine plz l...even one minute XD) and despite that he barged in right inside your life so boldly, you just had to give him what he wanted. You liked him, he didn't look younger and he definitely didn't act younger, so you were definitely interested in him. C'mon he was hot, who were you trying to fool.

• As you dropped to your knees in front of him seductively, sensually running your fingers down his biceps, hes pecs, his abs and his hips before cupping his ass, drawing a hiss out of him. You locked eyes with him as your teeth grabbed onto the zipper of his pants, pulling them down, holding his heavy gaze and fluttering your eyelashes at him. Your fingers moved and unbuttoned the pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing out and standing to attention as it leaked precum.

• "Oh my, look how excited this little boy is by little old me."

• He rolled his eyes in annoyance, fed up with your snarky age comments. It wasn't like it mattered that you were older or anything. Annoying little brat that you acted like. And Katsuki being, well, Katsuki, he even took this age thing as a competition. And he couldn't really win it so it got him grumpy.

• "Shut up and put that mouth to good use, will ya?!"

• Seeing you chuckle his fingers tangled in your hair and guided you over to his cock, tapping the tip on your lips a few times before you opened your mouth to let him in. Your cheeks hollowed out around his length as your throat constricted around him, your hand fisting the length you couldn't fit down your throat in time with the bobbing of your head.

• "Fuck ..."

•  Gods he loved what you did with that mouth. It was like magic. Such an expert performanc, always making him hiss and whimper and curse in pleasure. And pleasure is a distracting thing for common sense.

• "You definitely look younger than you feel anyway."

• With a surprised slurp you came to a sudden halt and pulled away. He tried to reach out and hold your head in place but you dodged his attempt and stared up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, what the hell did he mean you felt old?! What does feeling old even mean? Are you not fun enough for him anymore?! Your eyes glossed over and he could tell it wasn't just your gag reflex as tears pulled in your eyes, voice already strained.

• "The fuck did you just say?..."

• He opened his mouth and closed it again, too shocked by the outcome. He had never seen you this upset. He had meant to compliment you...

• As the haze of pleasure was chased away by your haunting sad expression and spilling tears he put the pieces together.

• And he grabbed your hands pulling you up on your feet and hugging you tightly, burying his nose in your hair.

• "Oh my fucking god I'm such an idiot! I meant you are so amazing with your mouth ... and experience comes with age ... and you don't look old... fuck I'm sorry I'll just shut up..."

#Request #Todoroki x reader #Bakugou x reader #Dabi x reader #Shoto x reader #Bakugou Katsuki #Shoto Todoroki #Dabi

[notnctu]

Johnny has a new tattoo and I’m over the moon with this news 😱 🤩 can I request a reaction with the members of 127 + ten finding out their s/o has a bunch of tattoos?

omg im on a social media cleanse (excluding tumblr) atm so im completely out of the loop for updates DID HE POST IT BC I WANT TO SEE IT SO BAD !?!WHAT IS IT DO U KNOW if anyone finds it on tumblr can they like... tag me LOOLOL

i hope i was able to do this request some justice as i dont have any tattoos myself but i really want some! & this prompt came conveniently after i just finished writing a tattoo scene for one of the ridin’ club :)

you can read it under the cut!

-author doie ❀

━ taeil:

“you are covered with intricate details in the most astonishing way.”

he radiates cool uncle vibes ngl so if he had a s/o with a bunch of tatts, he’d find them so so cool. like more of an admiration for your tiny details and he’s also the type to remember every special meaning/or if you don’t have one. he also won’t hesitate to always plant a kiss on his favorites. like he’d push your hair away that hid the one behind your ear, and graze his lips softly against the drawing.

━ taeyong:

“this one’s for you.”

cmon tae has a few of his own and so if he finds out that you also share the same love for tattoos, he’d be excited! such a sentimental, he’d definitely find a way to mark you on his own body. not anything too specific, but something special you both share that can be translated through an image. and bc you love him as much as he loves you, he’d be very honored if you were to get a tattoo designed by him!

━ johnny:

“it means everything important to me.”

as much as i would like johnny to pull up with a whole sleeve, i can kinda tell that he’s someone who likes tattoos that hold a lot of value to him? god the peak of his interest when he finds out you’re tatted up would sky rocket so hard. yknow why? bc he finds you utterly beautiful. every tattoo is special to you, and to see that importance represented on your body has him falling even harder for you.

━ yuta:

“be my first.”

yuta finds you bad ass af, like you’re already a bad ass to him but the tattoos are just the icing on the cake. seeing you with so many cool designs, he’d probably want to get one of his own and would ask you to choose his first one. not only because you clearly have an eye for such amazing pieces, but he wants his first to be memorable.

━ doyoung:

“i love all of them because they make up you.”

doyoung is tough to gauge, but overall he’d be in awe when he first notices your tatts. like he’d take your hand, lift up your sleeves without saying much and then whispering a small “wow”. and while he isn’t entirely expressive on the topic, its obvious, through his subtly praises and tiny kisses, that he loves the way every single piece of art come together to make a masterpiece that is you.

━ ten:

“match with me.”

this man got a whole tiddy tattoo ok he’s just as committed as you so if he sees that you’re covered in them, he won’t hesitate to talk up a storm about getting matching ones. especially, if you two have the same spot without one already there. ok ok lets not be too cheesy, he wont make it anything too grand to where you two both have a moon on your chest, but definitely something that pairs together. like a 1/2 fraction so together you two make a whole.

━ jaehyun:

“tell me about them.”

he waits to hear about your tattoo stories like theyre his favorite bedtime story. he’s intrigued, because every piece of art has a background story as to why it came to be. so if you have a bunch, he’d love to know all about each one. if anything, he’s more in love with your passion/excitement over your own tattoos, than he is about you having them.

━ jungwoo:

“this is my favorite one to trace.”

he love them. that’s all. hahah anyways, this soft baby loves loves that you’re tatted up not only bc you look super hot with them, but bc he loves tracing your lines! during cuddles, his fingers would dance across the ink lightly at an attempt to leave soothing touches, but also wishing to recreate your beautiful drawings with his fingertips. and he doesn’t miss a single fine detail that dot your skin.

━ mark:

“it’s like art on art.”

his reaction would be kind of childlike? Like very amazed and constant exclamations of praise! more of like a marveling the work of the artist and honestly finds your tattoos super cool and fun, but also appreciative of how unique they each are. he already thinks that you’re a piece of art alone, so he always says that it’s art within an art piece.

━ haechan:

“one of my favorite y/n things.”

he lwk the type to tell you to show them off? more like a strong advocate for your art to be on display, because he thinks they’re wonderful and obviously have become a part of you. and he’s never one to want any part of you to be hidden, he wants your creativity to be expressed. which also goes into how it’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

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[kim-woonhak]

okay this is gonna be such a LONG ASK (i hope u dont mind 🙊)!! so many things to talk about

YEAH young k is everywhere hahahaha it was so cute when he walked into bang chan's vlive (i dont follow skz but i love interaction between groups 🥺), and same day6 songs are all SO GOOD even the even of day ones, idk how they do it asahhdjf and OMG PLS DONT GET ME STARTED ON JAE'S VOICE!!!!!! (jae is my bias yes....) but HIS VOICE?? is the most BEAUTIFUL THING EVER i love his voice and when he sings.....i just die, it's like slightly raspy and emotional and sigh-y if that makes sense idk. and all 5 of them can sing too which is so incredible <3

OMG SIYUAN AHAHAHA OK SO U WANNA HEAR MORE ABOUT MARK/JAEMIN are you sure you do, are you ready??? ok i'll just gush about jaemin because he has taken over my mind anyway (sorry mark) and you brought up how if you had the imaginary chance to be with any idol it would absolutely be jaemin. WELL ME TOO. ME TOO. i lowkey squealed when you said that lmaoo omg but the way im....so excited....to talk about jaemin........okay deep breaths mel

so we're going to ignore how incredibly physically attractive jaemin is, because anyone with eyes can see that and there are many other reasons why i like him (i would insert pics here but i dont want to make this any longer than i already know it's gonna be) :D but while we're on physical elements, i love his deep voice....it's so sexy it hurts but his voice is also really soothing at the same time :( like this video my friend posted a while back ahhhhh <33333 and i love his lazy raps in his deep voice like in my youth (and also the part where he and renjun sang in octaves BLESSING OUR EARS). but other reasons: i also love how he's the "mom" friend who takes care of dreamies, but what i love most is how he doesnt complain and does what needs to be done?? like in 7llin, he cooked the meat and made sure dreamies ate first, and he also had to wash dishes and make breakfast a bunch of times bc he lost rock paper scissors lmao but he did it without complaint <3 and grocery store jaem is also just....so sexy again 😭 he inspires me to be as patient and kind as he is <3 mostly, i love how kind he is. he talks about his mom's influence a lot, and how he wants to cook her dishes for his future family (HOLD ME IM SOFT) and how he still volunteers/donates to charity bc his mom taught him that if he has things he should give to others <3 he is also so uncompetitive (if he doesnt want to win at least, bc when he does he goes hard) and he lets his members win because he knows theyre competitive af and it makes him happy just seeing them be happy 🥺 i suspect that he could win/knows answers to game questions and stuff but he doesnt say it so that his members can win instead. and i also just rly relate to introvert jaemin LOL he can be crazy with people he's close with (his unpredictableness and duality is part of his charm to me), but also he maybe doesnt rly know how to act with people hes not as close with, which i relate to as an introvert (like that xiaojun/nomin vlive HAHAHAH POOR XJ was sitting there like what do i do is this normal, while nomin were holding hands and staring into each others eyes) OK WELL clearly i am 1000% whipped for na jaemin, i shall stop now <3 thank you very very much for letting me gush <3

also your drawing journey is so interesting, i had a similar thing with music haha i did a lot of violin since i was young until college, and i did it on and off in college but now im out of college and dont rly do it anymore lol but i still love music! i drew a bit as a kid too but i stopped so im not very good but it's really therapeutic, i've been thinking of learning to draw again maybe <3 and i love your style but thats so funny that it developed bc you had no time to color your pieces LOL. glad you developed your style AND graduated at the same time though yess you go <3

same i hurtled into kpop at a million miles per hour at this time last year too 😂 i've only done gifs since then but i feel the same way, i dont rly know what the other features do tbh LMAO i kind of just go in photoshop to do what i need to do haahhahah 🤣 also awww u heard about me from bronwyns blog! i think i found you from jackie's blog?? LOL but i've seen your pieces floating around on my dash a bunch too

[also this is so so random and u dont have to answer if ur not comfortable, but are you chinese (from your name)?? because me too!!! well i speak canto though so i dont understand wayv :( except lucas, xj, henderey lmao]

yeeee i'm chinese-american :) omg i wish i spoke canto (but i speak mandarin)!!!! the wayv canto-line is always the funniest when they're speaking cantonese

also yes omg jae's voice.......bro.... his first lines in zombie eng ver. always gets to me. sorry u keep telling me not to get u started but i'm just here adding fuel to the fire 🥵

everything you've written about jaemin i totally AGREEE and have thought about too!!! i was literally watching the nct dream "future" video yesterday before i got your first ask, and that clip of jaemin talking about his future made me uwu so hard 🥺🥺🥺 i could also go on forever with you about how his "mom"ness aka him being mature and dependable and humble and generous mAKES ME SO SOFT (when he talked about his savings / financial planning on weekly idol and also when he talked about his job and how czennies keep him motivated in the ODG episode are just two more moments that pop into mind) like he's relatively young in nct overall but in the future will make a great hyung to more new members 🥺

Also !!! jaemin's voice! omg that radio clip reminds me of when he did the tingle interview with jeno and imitated jeno's deep "wae" (<3 i'm jeno biased so doubly amusing) and also when he tried hitting that really high "janeul deureo" adlib while recording work it 😭😂lives in my mind rent free

#ask #njaems #reading this ask just brought me pure joy omg #bruh the xiaonomin live is just #still the funniest fcking thing to me #my two biases plus jaemin loml #also jaemin in the entire 7llin series .......... doing all the food prep and cleaning nonchalantly .... he's rlly so chill and selfless #let's just talk about him forever tbh #jeno mark who

[avenging-fandoms]

omg can you imagine aaron h always complimenting your nails when you get them done because he loves it and he always talks about how he likes having marks down his back after sex. ughhh oh my god 🤤😩

“new nail polish, yln?” hotch notices and you smile and hold your hand up, aaron nodding. “red, i like it. red’s my favorite color”

“yn you got your nails done?” spencer came up to you and you nod. he smiles and sits on the desk in front of you, making you laugh. your hand went under his shirt, scratching his back softly, aaron’s eyebrows furrowing. “hotch, her nails are literally the best back scratchers, it’s so soothing. i don’t know how appropriate that’d be but..”

you chuckle and aaron’s eyebrow cocks. “i don’t know how appropriate that is to do at work, someone would get the wrong impression” he eyed you and you pulled your hand away, spencer frowning.

“maybe you can come over right now and we can binge some movies and have a sleepover, if we don’t get called into work”

“yeah that’d be-”

“yln, i need you to stay later tonight, we need to catch you up after you absence” you nod and he walks away into his office, shutting the door. you groan and throw your head back, rolling it and looking back at spencer. your hand holds his chin, thumb rubbing his jaw.

“maybe tomorrow, pretty boy. i’m sorry”

“now, agent” aaron peeked his head out and looked at you and spencer. you nod and when he closes his door, you roll your eyes and pick up your stuff.

“guess i have to get going. i’ll see you tomorrow” he hugs you and he heads out himself, you and aaron the only ones left in the BAU. you head into his office, dropping your stuff by his desk and locking his door. “you couldn’t have been anymore jealous, could you?”

“shut up and get over here” he smirks, doing the ‘come here’ motion with his finger as he sat on his couch. you straddle his waist, grabbing his face and kissing him roughly, your fingers pushing off his blazer, aaron’s fingers fumbling with your jeans button. “show me how good those nails scratch” he smirks and you laugh, ripping off his shirt and scratching down his chest.

“reid sure seemed to enjoy my nails, maybe i’ll go fuck him” you smirk and aaron snarls, pushing you against the couch and pulling down your pants.

“i don’t think reid can fuck you like i can” he cockily whispers, making you whimper and scratch your nails down his back, pulling his hips into you.

“then show me, hotch” he sits up and takes your pants fully off, your arms taking off your sweater. he fumbles with his belt, ripping it out of the loops and pushing down his pants. aaron leans down and kisses you hungrily, grinding his hips against yours. your fingers draw down his torso, taking his cock and pushing himself into you. you moan into his mouth as he thrusts his hips, scratching his back, making aaron groan louder.

“you always feel so fucking good. you’re mine, only mine” he mumbled against your mouth, pushing your thighs forward and thrusting deeper into you. you arch your back, nails scratching up his back and holding his hair, rolling your eyes back as he left love bites along your neck and collarbone. “fuck you’re gonna make me cum. can i cum in that pretty pussy?”

you moan at his words, nodding and rolling your hips. “please aaron, fuck, please cum” your thighs shake and your nails drag down his back, moaning into his shoulder, aaron grunting into your neck. he slowly stops moving his hips, pulling out and laying his head on your chest.

the tip of your fingers run up and down his back, kissing his sweaty forehead. “am i marked by your new pretty red nails, dollface?” you laugh and he looks up at you, kissing you softly. “reid was right, those nails feel so damn good scratching backs” you blush and he kisses you, getting up and throwing on his underwear and pants. aaron looks in the mirror on his shelf and smiles at the markings on his back.

“and you’re only mine, hotchner” you wink and he smiles, shaking his head.

“that i am, sweetheart. that.. i.. am..” he whispers and kisses you softly, fingers softly touching your thigh, making you smile into the kiss.

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