#he definitely savors his time with his partner

[gojonegs]

Eternal Promise: A Tale of Love and Loss.

synopsis: In the enchanting world of 'Eternal Promise: A Tale of Love and Loss,' Y/N, a spirited sorcerer, shares a deep and joyful bond with Satoru, her beloved partner. Together, they navigate life's ups and downs with laughter and love, their shared dreams weaving a tapestry of hope for the future. But it all changes quickly when tragedy strikes, shattering their idyllic existence and plunging them into a world of grief and despair. Through the lens of their once vibrant relationship, 'Eternal Promise explores the transformative power of love in the face of life's most devastating challenges.

wc: 4.8k

warning: fluff to angst to fluff! Happy ending anyway enjoy.

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In the bustling halls of Jujutsu High School, amidst the chaos of students and teachers bustling about, Satoru Gojo and I shared a quiet moment together, our fingers intertwined as we sat on a bench in the courtyard.

The warm afternoon sun cast dappled shadows through the trees, creating a serene atmosphere that enveloped us in a cocoon of tranquility. It was a rare moment of peace amidst our hectic lives as Jujutsu sorcerers, and we savored every precious second of it.

Satoru's eyes gleamed mischievously as he glanced at me, a playful grin spreading across his face. "You know, Y/N, they say love is like jujutsu: unpredictable, powerful, and sometimes it makes you want to scream into the void."

I chuckled softly, leaning my head against his shoulder. "You've definitely mastered the art of charming metaphors, Satoru," I replied, my voice tinged with amusement.

Satoru's grin widened, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "Only because I have the most inspiring muse," he said, his tone sincere.

I felt my cheeks flush at his words, a warm fluttering sensation spreading through my chest. "You always know just what to say, don't you?" I said, unable to hide the affection in my voice.

Satoru shrugged casually, but I could see the hint of pride in his eyes. "What can I say? It's a gift," he quipped, earning a playful shove from me.

As we sat together, lost in the comfort of each other's presence, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. In that moment, it was just Satoru and me, two souls intertwined in a bond that defied all logic and reason.

And as we sat there, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as I had Satoru by my side, I could face anything with courage and grace.

We remained there for what felt like an eternity, content to simply be in each other's company, our fingers laced together as if nothing else in the world mattered. The sounds of the bustling school faded into the background, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft whispers of the breeze.

With each passing moment, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into the warmth of Satoru's presence, his easy laughter and infectious charm wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. Despite the blindfold covering his eyes, he exuded an aura of confidence and assurance, as if he could see right through to the depths of my soul.

And as I gazed into the darkness behind his blindfold, I knew that he felt the same way, his unwavering gaze filled with an unspoken affection that spoke volumes more than words ever could. In that shared moment of understanding, we were no longer just two sorcerers bound by duty and destiny; we were partners, confidants, and soulmates.

But even as the outside world continued to spin around us, threatening to intrude upon our sanctuary of peace, we held onto that moment with all our might, unwilling to let it slip away. In each other's arms, we found solace, strength, and a love that transcended time and space.

Eventually, the sounds of approaching footsteps shattered the stillness of our reverie, signaling the end of our moment of respite. With a shared sigh, we reluctantly pulled away from each other, knowing that duty called and we had to answer.

But as we rose to our feet, ready to face whatever challenges awaited us, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, as long as I had Satoru by my side, I could conquer them all with unwavering determination and unwavering love.

As we reluctantly rose to our feet, a familiar voice called out to us from across the courtyard. It was Principal Yaga, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the bustling students as he approached.

"Y/N, may I have a word with you?" he asked, his tone serious.

I exchanged a quick glance with Satoru before nodding and following Principal Yaga to a quieter corner of the courtyard.

"What's going on, Principal Yaga?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing sense of unease in my stomach.

Principal Yaga sighed heavily, his expression grave. "I've just received word from headquarters. It seems there's been a sighting of a Special Grade curse in the area, and it's causing quite a bit of havoc," he explained.

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of a special grade curse. They were the most dangerous of adversaries, and facing one alone would be a daunting task.

"I'm afraid I have no choice but to assign you to this mission, Y/N," Principal Yaga continued, his voice tinged with regret. "I know it won't be easy, but I trust that you're more than capable of handling it."

I nodded, a sense of determination burning within me. "I won't let you down, Principal Yaga. I'll do whatever it takes to protect the people," I said, my voice echoing with resolve.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Principal Yaga stepped aside, allowing me to make my preparations for the mission ahead. As I walked away, the weight of my impending task hung heavy in the air, but with each step, I knew that I had to face this challenge head-on, for the sake of those who relied on me.

As I returned to where Satoru was waiting, his expression immediately shifted to one of concern. "What did Principal Yaga want?" he asked, his tone laced with worry.

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze, trying to convey a sense of determination. "There's been a sighting of a Special Grade curse," I began, bracing myself for his reaction. "And Principal Yaga wants me to handle it alone."

Satoru's eyes widened in disbelief, and I could see the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Alone? Why would he send you on such a dangerous mission by yourself?" He demanded, his voice rising with frustration.

I reached out to lay a hand on his arm, trying to calm his growing agitation. "I know it sounds risky, Satoru, but I believe I can handle it," I said, my voice steady despite the nerves churning in my stomach.

Satoru shook his head, his expression conflicted. "But what if something goes wrong? What if you need backup?" he argued, his concern for me shining through.

I squeezed his arm gently, meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. "I've trained for this, Satoru. I know the risks, but I also know my abilities," I said, trying to reassure him. "And I promise, if I need help, I'll call for backup. But for now, I need to do this on my own."

Reluctantly, Satoru nodded, his grip tightening around my hand. "Just promise me you'll be careful, Y/N," he said, his voice soft with concern.

I smiled gratefully, grateful for his understanding. "I will, Satoru. I promise," I replied, before turning to make my preparations for the mission ahead.

As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence, knowing that Satoru believed in me. And as I set off alone to confront the looming threat, I knew that, with his unwavering support, I could face whatever challenges awaited me with courage and determination.

As I ventured forth alone to confront the Special Grade curse, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the edges of my mind. Nevertheless, I pressed on, determined to prove to myself and to Satoru that I was capable of handling the mission.

Upon arriving at the location indicated by Principal Yaga, I found myself facing a seemingly straightforward encounter with a curse. It was a Grade 1 curse, far weaker than what I had anticipated, and I dispatched it with relative ease, my confidence growing with each passing moment.

However, as the dust settled and I prepared to return to the school, a sudden realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. The Grade 1 curse had been nothing more than a distraction—a decoy designed to lure me away while the true threat remained hidden.

My heart raced as I frantically scanned my surroundings, searching for any signs of the real Special Grade curse. And then I saw him, standing before me with a sinister grin, his presence radiating malevolence.

It was Mahito, the cursed spirit that Nanami and Yuji had warned us about. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, my blood running cold as I faced one of the most dangerous adversaries imaginable.

As Mahito and I faced off, the tension in the air was palpable, each of us poised for battle. With a flick of my wrist, I summoned forth my blood technique, crimson tendrils snaking through the air like serpents, ready to strike.

Mahito's grin widened, a glint of anticipation in his eyes as he prepared to unleash his own curse technique. "Impressive, little sorcerer," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But let's see if you can handle this."

With a wave of his hand, Mahito sent a wave of dark energy hurtling towards me, the sheer force of it threatening to knock me off balance. I gritted my teeth, channeling my energy into a protective barrier as I braced myself for the impact.

The clash of our techniques sent shockwaves rippling through the air, each one vying for dominance in the chaotic battleground. As the dust settled, I could feel the strain of the battle weighing heavily on me, but I refused to back down.

"Is that the best you've got, Mahito?" I taunted, my voice filled with determination. "I expected more from the likes of you."

Mahito's grin faltered, replaced by a scowl of annoyance. "You dare to mock me, human?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'll make you regret those words."

With renewed determination, Mahito launched himself at me, his movements fluid and unpredictable. I met his attack head-on, countering with a flurry of strikes from my blood technique.

The clash of our powers echoed through the air, a symphony of chaos and destruction as we battled for supremacy. With each exchange, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, fueling my every move.

But even as the fight raged on, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of my mind. Mahito was a formidable opponent, his powers twisting and distorting reality itself. I knew that defeating him would require every ounce of strength and cunning I possessed.

And as the battle reached its climax, with neither of us willing to give ground, I knew that victory was within reach. With one final surge of determination, I unleashed a devastating blow, channeling all of my energy into a single, decisive strike.

But as the dust settled and I prepared to claim my victory, I realized with a sinking feeling in my chest that Mahito was nowhere to be found. He had slipped away in the chaos of battle, leaving behind only a sense of frustration and the lingering echoes of our fierce confrontation.

With a heavy sigh, I knew that our battle was far from over. Mahito may have escaped this time, but I would not rest until I had defeated him once and for all, proving to myself and to Satoru that I was more than capable of facing even the most formidable of foes.

As the dust settled and I prepared to claim victory, a sense of relief washed over me. I had fought Mahito to a standstill, and it seemed that he had finally been defeated. Or so I thought.

With trembling hands, I wiped the sweat from my brow, my heart still pounding in my chest from the intensity of the battle. But as I scanned the area, searching for any sign of Mahito's presence, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

There was no sign of him. No lingering trace of his cursed energy. It was as if he had simply vanished into thin air.

A sense of unease crept over me as I realized the truth. Mahito had slipped away once again, leaving me battered and bruised, but no closer to victory than before.

Just as I turned to leave, a sudden surge of darkness enveloped me from behind, knocking me off balance and sending me sprawling to the ground.

With a gasp of surprise, I turned to face my attacker, only to find Mahito standing over me, a malicious grin on his face. "Did you really think it would be that easy, little sorcerer?" he taunted, his voice dripping with scorn.

My heart raced as I realized my mistake. Mahito had used my momentary distraction to launch a surprise attack from behind, catching me off guard.

But even as the realization sank in, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to fight on. With every ounce of strength I possessed, I launched myself at Mahito, unleashing a flurry of blows with all the skill and precision I could muster.

The battle that followed was fierce and unforgiving, the odds stacked against me as Mahito unleashed his full fury upon me with relentless ferocity. But I refused to give up, drawing strength from the memory of Satoru's unwavering belief in me.

As the battle reached its climax, I could feel my energy waning, my muscles burning with exhaustion. But still, I pressed on, refusing to back down in the face of adversity.

And then, in a moment of perfect clarity, I saw my opportunity. With a burst of speed and determination, I unleashed a devastating combination of spells, each one aimed with deadly accuracy. Mahito staggered under the onslaught, his defenses faltering for the briefest of moments.

With one final surge of strength, I launched myself at Mahito, delivering a decisive blow that sent him sprawling to the ground.

As I stood over him, panting heavily and covered in sweat, a sense of triumph washed over me. I had defeated Mahito, proving to myself and to Satoru that I was more than capable of facing even the most formidable of foes.

But as I prepared to claim victory, a sudden surge of darkness enveloped me once again, and before I could react, Mahito was standing over me, his grin wider than ever.

"Nice try, little sorcerer," he sneered, his voice filled with malice. "But this battle is far from over."

With a sinking feeling in my chest, I realized that I had been deceived. Mahito had lured me into a false sense of security, allowing me to believe that I had won when, in reality, he had been biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As darkness closed in around me, I knew that the true battle was only just beginning. And with Mahito as my relentless adversary, the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But I refused to give up hope. With Satoru by my side, I knew that together, we could overcome even the most daunting of challenges.

As darkness closed in around me, memories of happier times flooded my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the moments I cherished most with Satoru.

I remembered the way his laughter echoed through the halls of the school, infectious and full of life. How his easy smile could chase away even the darkest of clouds, filling me with warmth and joy.

I recalled the countless hours we spent training together, his patient guidance and unwavering support pushing me to be the best sorcerer I could be. How his encouraging words never failed to lift my spirits, even in the face of adversity.

And then there were the quiet moments, just the two of us, lost in our own little world. The stolen glances and shy smiles, the whispered conversations that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

As I lay there, battered and broken, these memories became my lifeline, a source of strength and comfort in the darkness. They reminded me of the love and support I had received from Satoru, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow, even in the face of despair.

But just as quickly as they came, the memories faded, replaced once again by the harsh reality of the present. Mahito stood before me, his malicious grin a stark reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond reach.

With a heavy heart, I prepared to face my fate, knowing that I had fought with all the courage and determination I possessed. But even as darkness closed in around me, I held onto the hope that somewhere, somehow, Satoru was watching over me, ready to guide me home once more.

As darkness closed in around me, and Mahito's menacing presence loomed over me, a wave of despair washed over my soul. In that moment of uncertainty and fear, my thoughts turned to Satoru, the one person who had always been my guiding light in the darkest of times.

But as I struggled against the suffocating grip of darkness, a bitter realization swept over me like a cold, merciless wave. The memories of our time together—the laughter, the joy, the love—it all felt like a distant dream, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

And in that moment, I knew with a heavy heart that I would not be guided back home to Satoru. The future we had imagined together, filled with hope and promise, now seemed nothing more than a cruel fantasy.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I faced the harsh reality of my fate, alone and powerless against the darkness that threatened to consume me. The thought of never seeing Satoru again, never feeling his comforting presence by my side, filled me with a profound sense of loss and sorrow.

But even as despair threatened to overwhelm me, a small glimmer of hope flickered deep within my soul. For in the depths of darkness, there was still a spark of light, a reminder of the love and strength that had sustained me through the darkest of times.

With one final, trembling breath, I whispered a silent prayer to the heavens, a plea for salvation, for redemption, for a chance to be reunited with the one I loved more than life itself.

But as the darkness closed in around me, swallowing me whole, I couldn't help but wonder if my plea would ever be answered. And as I slipped into oblivion, I clung to the memory of Satoru, my beacon of light in the endless sea of darkness, hoping against hope that someday, somehow, we would be together again.

"You thought you could stand against me?" Mahito's voice dripped with disdain, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic human. It's almost laughable how easily you've been defeated."

His words cut through me like a knife, each syllable laden with cruelty and malice. I gritted my teeth, refusing to let his taunts break my spirit, but deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling of hopelessness that threatened to overwhelm me.

As Mahito loomed over me, his grin widening with satisfaction, I knew that the battle was lost. In that moment of despair, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable. But even as darkness closed in around me, I clung to the faint glimmer of hope that still burned within me, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still a chance for redemption.

As Mahito's cruel words pierced through me like daggers, a profound sense of doubt and self-doubt enveloped my thoughts, shrouding them in a suffocating darkness. Was he right? Was I truly nothing more than a weak, insignificant human, destined to be crushed beneath the heel of those more powerful than me?

Questions plagued my mind relentlessly, each one more unsettling than the last, echoing in the depths of my consciousness like a haunting melody. What was the purpose of my existence, if not to be a pawn in the cruel game of cursed spirits and sorcerers? Did I even have a place in this world, or was I merely a fleeting shadow, destined to fade into obscurity?

With every passing moment, the weight of my doubts grew heavier, threatening to crush me beneath their oppressive burden. Was there any meaning to my struggles, any purpose to my suffering? The thought of continuing to fight in a world that seemed determined to crush me at every turn felt like an insurmountable challenge.

I questioned my worth, my abilities, my very essence. Was there anything about me that was truly worthy of recognition, of respect, of love? Or was I destined to remain forever in the shadows, a forgotten soul lost amidst the chaos and turmoil of the world?

As Mahito's mocking laughter echoed in the darkness, I felt myself slipping further into the abyss of doubt and self-loathing. And in that moment of utter despair, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps I would have been better off never existing at all.

The existential crisis that consumed me threatened to drown out any flicker of hope or resilience that remained within me. I felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty, unable to find solid ground upon which to anchor myself.

And as I grappled with these existential questions, I found no solace, no answers to ease the torment of my thoughts. Instead, I was left with only a profound sense of emptiness, a void that threatened to consume me from within, leaving nothing but darkness in its wake.

As I lay there, consumed by doubt and despair, Mahito's cruel laughter reverberated through the darkness, mocking my suffering. With a malicious gleam in his eyes, he raised his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow that would seal my fate.

I braced myself for the inevitable, resigned to my fate as his helpless victim. But even as fear gripped my heart, a small voice whispered within me, urging me to fight on, to cling to whatever shreds of hope remained.

With every fiber of my being, I summoned the strength to push back against the suffocating darkness, determined to defy Mahito until my last breath. But it was futile. I was no match for his overwhelming power and cruelty.

And then, with a flash of darkness, Mahito's hand descended, striking me with a force that sent shockwaves of pain coursing through my body. Agony engulfed me as I cried out in anguish, the world around me fading into oblivion.

In that moment of agony and despair, I knew that I had been defeated. Mahito had triumphed, his cruelty and malice snuffing out whatever flicker of hope remained within me.

As consciousness slipped away, I was left with only the haunting echoes of Mahito's laughter, a chilling reminder of the darkness that had consumed me. And in the end, as darkness closed in around me, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps oblivion was the only escape from the torment of my existence.

As darkness enveloped me and Mahito's final blow struck, pain surged through every fiber of my being, threatening to consume me whole. In that moment of agony, memories of happier times flooded my mind, a fleeting reprieve from the darkness that surrounded me.

I thought of Satoru, his laughter and warmth wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. I remembered the promise he had made to me, whispered in moments of quiet intimacy when the world seemed to stand still. The promise to marry me, to spend eternity by my side, bound together by love and devotion.

In the depths of despair, I clung to that promise, holding onto it with all the strength I had left. And as consciousness slipped away, I found solace in the thought of Satoru waiting for me on the other side, his smile a beacon of light in the endless darkness.

In my final moments, as I took my last breath, I whispered his name, a prayer on my lips as I surrendered to the void. And in that moment, I felt a sense of peace wash over me—a fleeting glimpse of happiness amidst the pain and suffering.

Even in death, I knew that Satoru would be with me, his love guiding me through the darkness and into the light. And as I slipped away into the unknown, I held onto the hope that somewhere, somehow, we would be reunited once more, bound together for eternity by the promise of a love that transcended even death itself.

As Yaga delivered the devastating news of Y/N's demise, a wave of anguish washed over Satoru, threatening to engulf him in a tempest of grief and despair. The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a dagger to his heart as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his loss.

"No, it can't be," Satoru whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper as he grappled with the reality of Y/N's death. His hands clenched into fists, trembling with suppressed emotion as he fought to hold back the flood of anguish threatening to consume him.

But as the truth of Y/N's fate sank in, Satoru's grief gave way to a burning rage unlike anything he had ever known. His eyes blazed with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"How could this happen?" He roared, his voice raw with pain and fury. The sound echoed through the halls of the school, reverberating with a primal intensity that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. "She was supposed to be safe! I promised to protect her, and now she's gone!"

Every fiber of Satoru's being screamed out in anguish, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find solid ground upon which to anchor himself.

In that moment of unbridled fury and anguish, Satoru's resolve hardened into steel. He would not rest until he had avenged Y/N's death, until he had hunted down every last cursed spirit responsible for her demise.

With a primal roar of anguish, Satoru unleashed his fury upon the world; his grief transformed into a tempest of righteous fury. His screams echoed through the night, a symphony of pain and rage that pierced the darkness with their intensity.

And as he set off into the night, his heart burning with a vengeful fire, he vowed to stop at nothing to bring justice to those who had dared to take Y/N from him. In that moment of unspeakable loss, Satoru swore an oath that would echo through the ages, a promise to avenge the one he loved with every fiber of his being.

As Satoru stood before Y/N's casket, his heart heavy with grief, a sense of numbness washed over him, dulling the pain of his loss to a dull ache. The funeral procession had been a blur of tears and mournful whispers, but now, as he faced the reality of Y/N's passing, the full weight of his sorrow crashed down upon him like a tidal wave.

With trembling hands, Satoru reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around the small velvet box that held the ring he had intended to propose to Y/N with. The ring, a symbol of their love and commitment to each other, felt heavy in his grasp, a reminder of the future they had planned together, now cruelly snatched away.

As he gazed down at Y/N's peaceful face, a sob caught in his throat, threatening to choke him with its intensity. He couldn't bear to say goodbye, couldn't bear to let go of the one person who had meant everything to him.

But as he looked into Y/N's serene expression, a sense of calm washed over him, a whispered reassurance that she was at peace. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Satoru opened the velvet box, revealing the gleaming ring nestled within.

With trembling hands, he carefully slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger, a silent promise of eternal love and devotion. It felt like a bittersweet farewell, a final gesture of affection to the one he had loved more than life itself.

As he stood there, lost in his grief, a sense of closure washed over him, a whisper of acceptance in the depths of his sorrow. Y/N may have been taken from him far too soon, but her memory would live on in his heart forever, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded him.

With one last lingering glance at Y/N's peaceful face, Satoru bowed his head in silent prayer, offering a final farewell to the love of his life. And as he turned to leave, a sense of peace settled over him, a whispered reassurance that even in death, their love would endure for all eternity.

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Upsi, I fooled you! Nah, to be honest, it also hurt me, but I had to get through it. 

Do not copy or translate; just don’t do anything with it. Reblogs are appreciated. hihi

#gojo jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #angst with a happy ending #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk satoru #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #x reader #fem reader #reader x satoru

[miradelletarot]

Ya know, I imagine that for as kinky and wild Gale can be in the bedroom, I would think his favorite thing in the world is slow, sleepy, super affectionate sex.

It's that moment where him and his partner can just entangle themselves in each other, to feel every sensation of their contact with one another. No expectations, no words needed. Just a languid exploration of his partner's body using all the senses.

The little noises they make with every gentle thrust or thoughtful caress

The salty taste of their skin with each kiss.

The blissful look on their face as they come undone...that sweetest flush of their cheeks.

The feel of their skin, all scars, ridges, smoothness, or wrinkles. He will basically memorize the topography of his lover's body.

The smell of them...That natural, unperfumed fragrance that belongs to only his partner. As unique as a fingerprint.

Gale can take his time, bring all of these sensations to memory, savoring the closeness and precious time with his love. It's less about the sex itself, and more about bonding in a very mortal way. He thrives on that deep connection with his partner because it's not something he's ever been accustomed to, and hasn't gotten in a very long time.

He deserves so much love and affection, and equally (if not more so) wants to express that to his partner. As often as the world allowed him to.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale #baldur's gate gale #baldurs gate #gale romance #he deserves so much love #he's so devoted and loving to his partner #he will just shower them with love whenever he can #he definitely savors his time with his partner #every moment is a treasure #minors dni

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Types of kissers

Including: Armin, Jean, Eren, Reiner, Bertholdt, Erwin & Levi

Warnings: None, just fluff

Note: First fic of 2024, requests are open again :)

Armin:

Shy kisser. Whenever you two share a kiss, even if it last only two seconds, he immediately turns into a blushing mess. But he is cute with those red cheeks and eyes avoiding yours. His favorite type of kisses are the cheek kiss. It's even better when you are complimenting him and leaves a cute little smack on his cheek, making him flinch softly and shiver. Yes, he is a baby but it's our baby Armin.

Jean:

Agressive kisser. Jean is very passionnate with kisses so be ready to literally get attacked with love and affection. Best place to kiss you? The lips of course. But when he kisses you, it's not just kissing because it's include licking and biting too. When he kisses you, he is in hunger for you so the kissing session can last a very long time and the only time he stops is when your lips are almost bleeding. Soreness in the jaw guaranteed after that!

Eren:

Possessive kisser. Listen, this man only has eyes for you and will never give you to somebody else. In his kisses, you can feel his need for you as he grips your face, his tongue forcing its way in your mouth. Yeah, you understood it, he is into french kissing at 100%. Other place he likes to kiss in public is your neck because he thinks it's a very intimate place to kiss and shows how comfortable you are together with PDA.

Reiner:

Needy kisser. Don't let you fool by this man's imposant frame because he is a fucking softie in the inside (yes I stand for softie Reiner). He can get all whiny just for a kiss and you just have to see how he pulls you by the shirt, trying to steal you a smooch. Reiner is the type of man who can spend hours in your arms as you pamper him with kisses and affection. He honestly does not care where you kiss him: lips, cheek, nose, forehead, neck, head... he just want the feeling of your soft lips on his skin.

Bertholdt:

Sneaky kisser. He is really teasing and playful with you when it comes to kisses and such. Probably gonna sneak behind you before pulling you into a tight hug and covers you with kisses as you let out a squeal of surprise. Favorite place to kiss? Definitely the forehead and lips. Of course if his partner is small (not a lot of people can match his height anyway) he will gladly grab you and lifts you up so you can finally match his height and share a normal kiss without him breaking his back and neck.

Erwin:

Passionnate kisser. Kisses are not meaningless for Erwin at all. For him, kissing is a true mark of love and care for someone. When you share one, he goes really slowly and passionnately, making sure that you can feel his love for you in it. His favorite kisses are the head and forehead ones as he does not have to bend down too much to touch them. Erwin finds it just fucking adorable when you get on your toes, trying desesperately to reach his lips for a kiss and bonus points if you tug slightly on his shirt to drag him down slightly.

Levi:

Moody kisser. Levi's kisses depends of his current mood. He can be very soft and taking his time to savor fully the kiss or he can turn into a wild beast and literally devours your mouth. Even if he will never assume it, Levi loves nose kisses because it is just so cute. Honestly he thinks that the best thing after work is to see your face and share a good kiss, all the love and affection he's been keeping for you finally setting free.

#armin arlert x reader #jean kirstein x reader #eren yeager x reader #reiner braun x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman x reader #armin arlert #jean kirstein #eren yeager #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #erwin smith #levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #aot headcanons

[yngtort]

— double or nothin

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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xfem!reader • poly relationship • double!pen mdni — in which chan and bin convinces you to try something new with them .

you’re kinky.

as fuck, actually.

You’d would literally anything your boyfriends, changbin and chan, wanted to do. From common foreplay to outside adventures. You were down for the count. but there was one thing you just wouldn’t— no— couldn’t do.

Anal.

Even the word makes you cringe and doing that act was definitely out of the question. Both of your boyfriends had came to you on multiple occasions, asking to do it. They wanted something knew, other than the taking turns fucking your cunt or one of them nuzzling into your throat.

You questioned if they would even know what they were doing— to which Changbin replied : “of course, I’m an ass connoisseur.”

an eyeroll and scoff is how you ended the conversation. Your ass had a beaming exit sign on it and you intended on keep it that way.

the topic of Anal still came up but it was subtle. Little jokes saying you were a wuss started to get under your skin. So much to the point where you asked your friends about it.

“It’s not that bad, girl.” One of them said with a shrug, “if he knows what he’s doing you should be good.”

He’s a connoisseur apparently.

you friend goes on to explain the whole process. Spilling about how her partner had her “reaching for the gods above” or something like that.

once again, you try to shake the idea out of your head. The key word here is try.

But the curiosity was gnawing at your brain, fucking around with your senses. You became hyper aware of your boyfriends touches. you shy away when Chris cups one of your cheeks and when bin slaps it, you get mad.

the boys noticed your behavior and they used it as a chance to make you cave. Day by day, they grew even more handsy. rubbing it, squeezing it, patting it—until you just can’t take it anymore.

Now you’re all oiled up as you ease yourself down on Chris’s shaft, cunt savoring each inch. “F-fuck..” you spluttered, mouth hung open as you chase after your breaths.

“there you go, sweet girl, that’s it.” Chris praises. His hands kneading the dips in your hips.

“Look at you two,” changbin chimes in, as he settles himself behind you. “Havin fun without me.”

“Jealous much?” the older asks.

changbin rolls his eyes, gently pushing you down until your chest hits Chris’s. “not at all.” Bin says, hands getting a fist full of your ass. Meanwhile, his eyes were full of the sight of your cunt filled with the others girth.

“Liar.” “Am not.”

You interrupt their yapping with a whine. “Guys, please.” you beg, hips circling against Chris with need. They both chuckle at your eagerness.

“Alright, alright.” behind you, you can hear the a bottle of lube being popped open. Changbin lathers his fingers, along with your hole, with the Icy gel. goosebumps cover your skin from the coldness and you inadvertently clench.

“Relax, babe.” Chris coaxes through a grunt, hands soothingly rubbing your back. You hum, burying your face into his neck, sucking on it to get your mind off of things.

changbin takes that as a cue to continue. He slips a finger into your surprisingly accepting hole. His eyebrows raise as he easily adds two more, making you moan into Chris’s neck.

“you’re taking this too well.” changbin says, a wide grin stretching across his face. “Don’t tell me you’ve been…”

“Y-you’re too big for me not to prepare ahead of time.” you admit and chris laughs under you, calling you cute.

“Yea? How much preparation are we talkin?”

“enough for you to fuck me already.”

changbin snickers, pulling out his fingers and replacing them with the head of his dick. he grunts as your hole wraps around him. “Still so fuckin tight.”

The stretch has your mouth open. long moans spilling from your lips like water as you’re filled with the second girth of the day.

“Good girl, you’re doing well.” Chris whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly starts thrusting up into your cunt.

Meanwhile bin did the opposite.

“Slut,” he degraded, gifting your ass with a sharp slap before fucking you like his life depended on it. “To think you were acting like you didn’t want this. I knew a whore like you would.”

As each of them pump into you, your brain melts. Unable to comprehend a single thing except for the two men that you were sandwiched between.

Shit, It was hard to even do that.

When changbin would pull out, chris would slide back in. You couldn’t get a break as you withered away in their hold.

“Channie, fuck, binnie” was as about the only words you could form.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much?” Chris asks in an almost tantalizing voice.

“I don’t think it’s enough, actually.” changbin said before giving the older a look. You obviously don’t notice it, too busy whining and crying into your boyfriend’s chest.

It’s till Chris’s pace starts matching bins, when you realize that they had put too much thought into this. You could feel both of them rub together, somewhere in your guts, and it had you…

What did your friend say?

Reaching for the gods above.

you clench both holes, signaling to your partners that you’re close to cuming and they don’t stop working their way through you. Hips slapping against each-other as they lead you to your high.

“That’s it baby, let it all go.” you unravel at Chris’s words, body trembling as you cling on to him desperately. He pulls you into a calming kiss, tongue slipping its way into your hot cavern and swallowing up every sob.

After you finished, the boys continued to bottom out. Thrust gradually getting sloppy and losing rhythm until they’re twitching for release.

“Gonna fill both your holes” Bin rasps from behind, fingers digging into your skin as he Rails you. “fill ya’ till ya’ pop, yea?”

“Mhm, been s’good, need it.” You babble out,

“then we’ll give it to you, bub.” Chris says and he delivers right after.

it just takes a few more thrusts till their both pouring their seed into you. your whole body shutters, warmth engulfing you in a white cloud.

Changbin slowly pulls out, watching as his cum seeps from your hole and onto Chris’s thighs. “Fuck, that was..”

“amazing.” Chris finishes breathlessly, “right, y/n?” He calls, but is only answered with your soft snores.

“Poor girl, we wore her out. Let her sleep.” Changbin chuckled, kissing the back of your neck.

“But bin,”

“Yea?”

“Im still inside.”

:(

NNI : this was supposed to be in kinkmas but now that I completely botched that, I’m posting it for fun— as gift and part of my apology for leaving yall high and dry😞

Tinytags (comment to be added) : @sydnerss @sunnyyangie @panjakes @foxinnie8 @inniescandy-01

#kpop fanfic #stray kids imagines #kpop imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #straykids x reader #stray kids smut #bangchanxreader #bangchan smut #bangchan x you #changbin x y/n #changbin x you #changbin smut #binchan #3racha #3racha smut #nnipadz

[restinslices]

Can you please do making out headcanons with the earth realm men pls 🙏

I feel like this is shorter than usual but I am actually in agony😀. My insides? Doing the Cupid Shuffle. My head? Pounding. My eyes? Burning. So much so I’m not rereading this or looking for gifs. You’re getting silly little pictures of these lovable idiots😭. Also I’m broke. I’m finna start charging y’all $50 per word (joking. Not about my agony tho)

Johnny Cage

Johnny gives me the vibe that he loves making out 

I already feel like he loves physical touch, so kissing is definitely something he enjoys 

Idk why but he gives me waist grabber vibes 

I feel like making out would happen very often with this man. He's very cheeky and once again, loves physical touch. 

I could see him grabbing his partner and pulling them aside even when he absolutely should not. Like on set or something 

Johnny can't take shit seriously. Making out wouldn't change this about him. 

Mid make out session he'd mention some make out scene he had in a movie, then gets surprised it kills the mood 

The type to think of some funny shit and start laughing while his tongue is in their mouth. Enough is enough Cage

Also an ass grabber, even if you ain't got nothing back there. He's grabbing onto smth 

It's very easy to move to something further with him 

Calls you a tease if you don't have sex after 

Kenshi Takahashi 

I don't think making out is something often that happens with him, but it's not rare

Unlike Johnny, he initiates it at appropriate times 

Both a face and waist grabber 

If you're sitting, he's the type to pull you onto him 

Idk how his sight works. Idk if it's only when he's fighting or he can always see now, but there was a time when he couldn't see at all, so I think now he takes passes just to look at you. He can also be very touchy for that reason. it's like memorizing you 

If I said he was a lip biter will y'all cheer or boo me?

 There's no rush with him. He actually savors and enjoys the moment with you 

Whether or not it goes further doesn't bother him 

Doesn't enjoy sneaky sessions in public because that means he has way less time with you 

He's romantic but not as romantic as Liu Kang 

Kung Lao

Him and Johnny are some assholes so I feel like they'd do similar stuff 

They both like physical touch, they both grab onto you, they both tease 

Kung Lao may tease more though. You know his ego. Making someone squirm makes him feel better 

Let's his hands wander wherever 

If you have any sensitive spots, his hands are there immediately 

Smirks while kissing because he can feel your reaction. The new timeline did not change how cocky he is 

 Doesn't mind making out in public. His shame is very little

He pulls away sometimes just to see you pull him back in

Gets a kick out of how needy you are for him 

Teasing is such a big thing with him but you tease him and he has to be factory rebooted

I think he'd want it to go further but if you're like “nah” he's not gonna flip a table. He might whine a bit though 

Raiden

Doesn't happen often 

I know y'all want me to slut everyone out but I don't think he's a slut. I'M SORRY 

Him, Liu Kang and Kenshi are romantics to me

Majority of the time it'd probably be you initiating it 

Face grabber 

He'd stop multiple times to make sure you're comfortable doing this still 

Public making out is not happening with him. I'm sorry. He's just not comfortable. Try it and he's gonna pretend he heard a noise and walk away 

Idk why but I feel like either him or Liu Kang are the type to whisper how pretty you are so imma put it down for both of them 

Shorter make out sessions than the other guys 

His hands don't move around as much. He's content with keeping them in one place 

I just feel like he's really sweet and intimate. He's not in a rush, he's not grabbing at you and tryna hurry to sex, he's just taking his time and enjoying the feeling of you against him 

Does not care about having sex afterwards and if it doesn't happen, he doesn't complain 

Liu Kang

Happens every once in awhile 

A romantic through and through. Do y'all see how he treats Kitana?

He is a face grabber but majority of the time he rests his hands on your lower back 

Prefers to take things slower like Raiden. Can he even get old and die? I don't think so. There's legit no rush 

Like I said for Raiden, he whispers how pretty you are and how lucky he is to have you in between kisses 

I can see him doing some corny shit like spinning you around. This man has been lonely for so long. He's not worried about being a cornball

Like Raiden I know y'all want me to slut him out but I don't sense slut. I'm sorry! If anything, he's a romantic slut. He cares way more about romance than tooting it up, yk?

Only in private places or when you're alone. He's supposed to look professional around others 

Not concerned about having sex after at all

Johnny thinks of dumb shit and laughs but I think Liu Kang would smile and laugh just because you're near 

Just a nice soft man

I have another request that imma post tomorrow or the day after just to spread shit out. Also why did I just find out people ship Kenshi and Mileena- isn’t she a lesbian?

Anyway if you see any errors, no you do not. Now I’m finna go suffer while listening to a video in a dark room ‘cause looking at a screen is killing me slowly.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage headcanons #kenshi takashi x reader #kenshi takahashi mk1 #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi headcanons #kung lao mk1 #kung lao x reader #kung lao #kung lao headcanons #raiden mk1 #raiden x reader #Raiden headcanon #liu kang #liu kang x reader #liu kang mk1 #liu Kang headcanon

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 2 - face-fucking | beel

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom beel + amab reader + face-fucking + praise + cum-swallowing + a few "good boy"s thrown in + beel does not have a gag reflex + and would definitely cum untouched

a/n: ngl I still feel like kms WHY IS TUMBLR SO ANNOYING...also I headcanon that beel has sharp teeth<3

"T-that's a good by. You're doing so-ngh, well for me." Your words would have sounded almost so gentle and innocent had it not been for the strain in your voice and the lewd scene in front of you. Your demonic boyfriend that you loved oh-so-much was currently on his knees, sucking the ever-lasting life out of your dick.

"Mhhhn..." Beel had a dazed look on his flushed face, his purple eyes glassy as if he was barely aware of his surroundings other than the huge cock inside of his mouth. As his mouth kept moving up and down your length, so did his dextrous tongue, nearly coiling around your shaft. And the way that he was slightly dragging his fang on your dick just how he knew you liked it---fuck it was driving you crazy.

"Nghh...hmmm..." Beel moaned deeply as he kept taking you into his mouth, as far as he could go. The both of you knew that he could easily cum from only giving you oral and he wouldn't hesitate to do so. At first, Beel was content with you asking him once in a short while to blow you, as he loved pleasing his partner. But the more he did it, it was like the more he got addicted to the fullness of his mouth when occupied with your dick, the scent you give off, and the feeling of your cum spurt down his mouth. He went from waiting for you to ask his to suck you off to coming up to you nearly everyday and unapologetically asking for you to shove your cock down his throat.

While your lover continued to deepthroat you like his life depended on it, you savored the feeling of Beel's throat and tongue working up and down your shaft. Not only was he eager-- he was skilled. He knew exactly what to do, taking your dick all the way down so it nestles in his throat, that sinful togue doing wonders as it snakes around your cock, lingering on the places he knew you were most sensitive. You could positively say they were the best blowjobs you had ever received in your life.

"You're doing s-so fucking good for me baby, just keep going..." you groan as Beel continues to suck you off with fervor. When he looks up at you upon hearing your praise, you felt like you were going to melt seeing the lewd look of satisfaction on his face. You can't help but bury your hand in his ginger hair and begin hammering your dick into his throat.

"MmhHHM---" Beel's eyes widen when you unexpectedly begin to thrust your dick down your throat. In mere seconds, his original sound of muffled surprise became moans of appreciation. You continued to buck your hips into his tight throat, relishing in the tight heat you knew you would have to leave soon. Beel keens as he feels you forcing your huge dick down his throat. As his eyes begin to roll back into his skull, he realizes that he had came, no stimulation other than your cock pressing on all the parts of his throat.

Beel's warm, never-ending heat enveloped your dick as his tongue danced along you shaft. Yet it was one last kitten lick to a prominent vein on the underside of your dick that had you coming undone. "Fuck, cumming...!" You thrust into Beel's throat one more time, holding his head against your pelvis, forcing him to swallow all your cum into his greedy throat. He whimpers softly as he feels your seed go down his throat, to deep for him to be able to taste. Though when you finally start to pull out, he catches a few strands of your cum onto his tongue and some of it gets onto his lips. He wipes it off of his lips and licks his fingers clean, mouth wide open as he puts on a show for you.

You were never going to get over your boyfriend's blowjobs.

#vetty's works. ✿ #vetty's thirsts. ✿ #vetty's kinktober. ✿ #obey me smut #sub obey me #beel x reader #sub beel #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #top reader #dom reader #top male reader

[atinysunbaby]

⌛Ateez IT's you unit discovering a new kink⌛

- Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Jung Wooyoung

Warnings : Mature, smut and explicit images. Read at your own discretion.

💜Kang Yeosang💜

Yeosang never would have thought he'd be the kind of man to enjoy teasing his girlfriend, but it accidentally happens and he falls in love with your reaction.

You're lying down on your stomach, his hands massaging your back and you keep squirming around, trying to find the most comfortable position. After 20 minutes of you not being able to stay put, he got annoyed and without thinking slaps your ass pretty hard, no doubt leaving a handprint under your cotton shorts.

He realises a second too late what he just did, but he doesn't feel guilty like he should be, because the sound of you trying to suppress a whimper makes him lose control, it provokes his body to act on its own. "Didn't know you liked to be treated like a slut."

He scoffs at the way you hide your face in the pillow, fingers tightly holding the material to ground yourself and too obviously rubbing your thighs to create friction. "Yeosang~"

Your voice sounds needy, but there is a hint of embarrassment lingering and Yeosang almost takes pity on you. In the end, his urges win and he proceeds to bite one of your cheeks mercilessly and you cry out in both pain and pleasure. You're astonished at this new side of your previously more careful partner and absolutely adore the idea of him being rough.

Yeosang comes to the conclusion that he just found himself a new kink and he can't wait to experiment and discover more, but he decides it is enough for the time being. The way your body is slightly trembling, indicates to Yeosang that you're sensitive and in need of release. "Such a good girl aren't you? Let me take care of you my love."

He lifts your hips up and pushes your chest down against the mattress, fingers caressing your skin until it reaches your bottom. He slides both your shorts and underwear off at once as you arch your back and he throws them somewhere in the room. "That's it, almost there baby."

He kisses the soft skin along your spine and smirks against your skin at the sight of goosebumps appearing instantly from his warmth. His lips press against your bottom, slowly making his way to where you need him the most and you savor every second. When he reaches your heat, he doesn't waste any time and devours his favorite meal with skill.

🖤Choi San🖤

He knows he's done for when he finds himself smiling from ear to ear at the sight of a deep blush rising on your cheeks, you hide yourself behind your smaller hands and try to put some distance between you two. He keeps complimenting you with a seductive tone and winking at you, obviously flirting and purposely making it harder for you to regulate your rapid heartbeat.

From that moment, he can't resist the urge to make you shy and as a distraction for you, to his advantage, he plays a movie. After waiting until he's sure you are focused on the screen in front of you, when you least expect it, he buries his face in your neck and kisses the skin sensually, sucking lightly to create small red and purple bruises.

What he definitely wasn't expecting though, was for his dick to twitch in his pants because of the whine you let out. He never heard you make that sound, not even when you have sex. It's different, more flustered and desperate, rather than the usual, filled with pleasure and neediness.

The repetitive slaps on his arm brings him out of his daze and he releases the tension in his jaw, coming to realise that his teeth pierced your skin and he was biting the shit out of your neck. After getting a good glimpse at the damage he made, he is too stunned to speak. The sight of your skin covered in his marks with traces of saliva left behind, makes heat creep up from the pit of his stomach all the way to the tip of his ears.

"I'm so sorry did I hurt you?" You shove the sofa's cushion in your face, unable to give him a verbal response, too taken aback. But you do shake your head to reassure him and he sighs in relief, it wasn't his goal to inflict pain. "I don't know what took over me."

You watch his expression turn into one of guilt and it confuses you, because you thought he liked it just as much as you did. So, to get a reaction out of him you confess and his eyes widen at your words. "It felt good, I liked the pain."

❤️Jung Wooyoung❤️

It's innocent and funny little jokes he makes when it's just the two of you, but in public he's a menace. He waits for the perfect opportunity, the moment you expect it least and then he strikes.

Either you jump at the sudden hand squeezing your thigh, fingers digging in your skin until it almost hurts. You can't help the growing heat in the pit of your stomach, being excited even though you shouldn't be, not when there's so many people around.

Or, you have to mask a moan that slips out of your mouth because Wooyoung decided he wants to start fingering you in the middle of a restaurant with the rest of his members present.

It doesn't matter to him, he has to lay his hands on you in any way he can and he gets off on the possibility that others can see. He loves that he's the only one to be able to pleasure you and no matter how much another person would want you, they can't.

"Do you want them to hear how wet you are for me? Should I make it more obvious?" He fastens the pace at which his fingers are going and the sound of your arousal squelching is getting louder. He's making it almost impossible to mask with coughs or a fake laugh, especially to Yeosang who's on your left and sometimes turns his attention to you. "P-please Woo slow down."

You mutter the words into your merciless boyfriend's ear, in hopes he will have some compassion and stop torturing you, but he just scoffs and goes back to the previous conversation at the table. You almost whine at how close you're getting, sweat starting to gather on your forehead and the obvious tremble of your body is hinting at the event taking place under the wooden furniture.

You don't want to be enjoying this, but Wooyoung's fingers are hitting your sweet spot without missing and you do want to savor your approaching orgasm, which you can already feel, will be incredibly intense. "Wo-woo, I'm-"

Maybe it's because of the thrill of getting caught or it might be because you meet Yeosang's eyes as your orgasm hits you like a train, but you have to admit it is euphoric. "Shit baby are you ok?"

The voice sounds distant and it takes you a few minutes to gain back consciousness, but you know the moment you open your eyes again. "Fuck, did I just squirt?"

Ateez masterlist

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[velvetcloxds]

'Be my mistake' - Carlisle Cullen and "tell me"

If you're still doing it

COLD | C.C.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: a smidge suggestive

summary: cuddling with carlisle in the middle of winter is not as romantic as you hoped

Carlisle was cold, no matter the time of the year or the time of the day, he was freezing, a welcoming trait to aid your favourite guilty pleasure of cuddling him in the summer, but it was a nightmare in the winter and you thought he’d have put that together being so obsessively observant over your every move but alas, he was lovingly unaware.

You were in the kitchen, coated with so many layers it was almost impossible to move, you were paddling around in your fuzzy socks, cold hands fixing another cup of coco to aid your search for warmth. The Cullens were out hunting, it felt like they always were lately, you realized it was less in favor of staying fed and more in favor of allowing you some time with your partner, none of them all that fond of seeing their adoptive father acting so terribly whipped for someone their frozen age.

You were impatient as you waited for the milk to boil, not even aware of the pout that tipped into your lips as you looked out the open windows, the glass house of theirs not at all helping your case, you could hear the music streaming from Carlisle’s office, the open door a silent invitation for you to come to join him while he worked, you were never one to deny yourself some time balled up on his lap- but you were stalling and could only do it for so long.

“Sweetheart,” you weren’t expecting him to come to search for you so soon, biting the inside of your cheek to fight back an amused smile at how quickly he got used to you being around constantly, something feeling amiss when you weren't at his side.

"Over here," you breathed, not looking to find him just yet as you finally poured the steaming milk into a mug, it was more of a bowl according to Edward, but it was perfect for the winter, big enough to warm both of your hands while you held it. "I was coming up in a second, just needed to procure the goods," you explained and you weren't all that surprised when he planted himself behind you, touching you just as soon as his feet stilled, and you hoped he'd mistake the shiver that ran down your spine as a reaction to him and not the cold that ran through your body as it was pressed against his.

"Have you eaten something today?" a silent reprimand as he hummed his question, looking over your shoulder as you plopped a handful of tiny marshmallows into the chocolate goodness. You nodded in reply, bumping him with your bum for the silly question when he was really just trying to make sure you'd had something other than cups of sugar to sustain you. "Just making sure," he continued and when you turned around carefully with the mug in your hands and a raised brow he couldn't help a smile. "You've been spending more time in this kitchen than in my arms," he added, and had he any less restraint, you were sure he'd have paired the words with a pout, but he offered you a simple shrug instead.

"I have not," you argued, hoping he'd be distracted enough by the little sigh of approval as you savored your first sip that he'd not push you for the truth- a futile hope, really.

"Oh, you have, if I didn't know better I'd say that you were avoiding me," smart man, you realized, yet not smart enough to not let his thumb slip under the hem of your shirt while he brushed his hands up and down your waist. "Why are you hiding down here?" he wasn't one to dance around the point, eyes soft to encourage you to talk to him. You weren't all that keen to do so, you were freezing and it was definitely not something that could be helped by being held against him but being the old-fashioned fool that he is, you knew he'd be weary to cuddle you again if you told him what was wrong. "Tell me," he breathed and you couldn't stay strong under normal circumstances, let alone with him looking down at you like that.

"I'm cold," you admitted and it took him a second, eyes crinkling as he frowned. "I'm very cold and usually cuddles would be the very best solution for that but-"

"But you're freezing and your partner is frozen," he tried and you smiled, nodding guiltily, no reason to feel guilty at all with him being who he is but it still wasn't the best feeling telling the person you loved that you didn't want them to hold you. "The fire isn't helping?" he quizzed and you shook your head, knowing he had lit the fireplace and turned up the heat through the whole house as soon as the winds turned cold and still it didn't help. "Well, then there's only one other thing that I think might help," he was being vague, suggestive if you've ever seen it on him and your cheeks were burning at the simple thought.

"And what's that?" foolish question, he was already stealing the mug from your hands, throwing your blanket from your shoulders, and robbing you of a layer of warmth.

"A warm bath perhaps," it sounded like he was merely presenting an option, yet he was moving you into his arms, tucking an arm under your knees as he picked you up, already very pleased with himself as you giggled.

"Everyone will be home soon, Carlisle," you reprimanded but it was no use, the vampire set out to make it all better, and more selfishly, he knew you'd not deny him holding you when you were soaking in nearly boiling hot water.

"We'll close the door," he argued and you felt almost silly for not telling him sooner if this was his way of fixing it. "We have to get you all warmed up, sweetheart," he was placing you on the counter by the sink, warm water turned on and room-filling quickly with steam as he held a hand under the stream to make sure it was perfect.

"You're only doing this because I'm cold, huh?" you pressed, folding your arms around yourself as your body missed your blanket. "No other reason?"

"Well now, my love, who says we can't solve two problems at once?"

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x you #carlisle cullen x yn #carlisle cullen fluff #carlisle cullen one shot #carlisle cullen blurb #carlisle cullen imagine #carlisle cullen drabble #carlisle cullen fanfiction #monique's writing events #right where queue left me

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Special Delivery

"Babe! He's here!" I yell to my husband. Peaking between the blinds, I study the delivery worker as he comes up the driveway.

His name is Michael, and he's a bit of a local celebrity on our street. Just about every housewife in the neighborhood savors the arrival of his big delivery truck, and none of them hesitate to fetch him water or a snack.

He of course indulges the women, but Michael never wastes time at our house.

"Really!" my husband calls back, "Let me see."

Together we study the shredded delivery guy as he marches towards our front door.

"He always looks angry," my partner notices.

"Only when he's at our house, babe," I remind him, "I can get the door."

"No, I can get it."

We squabble over who's going to greet the delivery man until the doorbell rings and we open it together. I'll admit, we may have appeared a little eager when he finally saw us.

"Package," he grunts, barely looking our way.

"Thank you!" I reply cheerily, "It's a hot day. I can get you some water."

"No," he looks a bit disgusted by the offer.

"You sure?" my husband adds.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Michael's veins bulge, "I wouldn't accept anything from you! Pathetic excuses for men."

After aggressively throwing our package to the floor, he stomps off, back to his delivery truck.

"That was rude," I'm at a lack for words, "I guess you really never know a guy."

I turn to see my husband's pleading eyes.

"Can I?" he asks.

"Definitely."

His irises roll into the back of his head as his consciousness leaves his body. I catch him before he falls and begin dragging his limp frame towards the sofa. I'm a bit of a scrawny guy so I only manage to move him a few feet.

"Could I help you with that, sir?" I hear a deep voice ask.

Michael is back, only this time, he's smiling brilliantly and posing with his arms on his waist like he's some cheesy superhero.

"Thank you!" I cry as Michael effortlessly picks up my husband and gently lays him across the couch.

"Just doing my job, sir," he reports with a mockingly deep voice, "It's a good thing your hubbie is unconscious right now. I wouldn't want him seeing what I'm about to do to you."

"Stop goofing around, babe," I chuckle.

"I'm not goofing around," my husband exaggerates through Michael's voice, "I'm the big, strong delivery guy. I wear tight shirts and put on a show while I deliver your mail!"

He pairs each word with a new flexing pose.

"Now, about that glass of water, sir," Michael purrs, stepping so close to me that I almost fall back, "This boy is thirsty, and only you have what I need to quench it."

I almost collapse, but my husband quickly grabs me and cradles me in Michael's bulging arms.

A couple hours later, after we'd thoroughly explored our delivery man's body, we got dressed and went out to the park. My husband found the skimpiest outfit to stretch over Michael's ridiculously defined muscles.

"People are staring," I whisper.

"Let them stare," Michael loudly announces, "I don't care if they see me. I'm just a bottom slut out on a stroll with his boyfriend."

I can't help but chuckle as my husband laughs with Michael's mouth. I doubt such words have ever escaped the delivery man's lips.

"Michael?" a confused voice calls behind us.

Turning we find a group of similarly athletic men tossing a football around.

"I thought you were working?" the worried athlete asks, "And what are you wearing?"

"I wear whatever he wants," Michael throws a heavy arm around me, "If you'll excuse me, he doesn't like it when I go too long without physical contact."

My husband turns and plants a big smooch on my lips with Michael's mouth, pulling away only to whisper, "Slap my ass! I think that'll really blow their minds."

We continue our passionate display of affection for awhile while I aggressively grope Michael's muscle butt beneath his tiny shorts. His former friends eventually leave the park, muttering insults his way. Meanwhile I lose myself further in the paradise that is our delivery man's homophobic mouth.

My date with Michael has been fun, but I'm ultimately much happier to return home to my husband, leaving the delivery man scantily clad and confused in the middle of the park.

I doubt he'll get fired. Guys like him can usually talk their way out of consequences, so maybe he'll be a little more respectful the next time he delivers us a package.

#mind control #gay hypnosis #hypno story #male transformation #male body swap #body suit #gay possession #bodyswapper

[sh0tanzz]

hello I hope you are having a great day ☺️, i really like your readings hehe, please do Anton as your boyfriend reading soon, I am looking forward on your other readings of the other groups as well.

rest well and take care 💕💕

you are sooo sweet omg but here we go !!

Anton as your boyfriend based on Astrology

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!)

warnings: small mention of suggestive innuendo but nothing extremely graphic I'll only do NSFW asks if requested.

Aries Sun: Many people are "surprised" that Anton is an aries since the stereotype is that they're hyper and aggressive but aries men can be pretty shy + to themselves initially and don't expose their extroverted behavior till they're comfortable. Aries is cardinal, they enjoy starting things and once they master it will move on to the next task (Anton went from swimming to instruments, to producing, to being an idol what bigger example do you need 😭) before the relationship actually starts he'd try to approach but wouldn't just straight up flirt he'd want to begin a friendship or some form of banter/rapport with you. Since there's no water supporting his sun in his big six it shows he wouldn't be a super sappy "my heart bleeds for you" type of boyfriend but would still be passionate and serious when it comes to you as his partner. If you had a rocky past he'd try to have you focus on the "now" of everything and help you not loath. Has his random moments of boldness but they go as fast as they came LMAOO so savor them when you can.

Aries Moon: Many people view Anton as very timid and though he is on a surface level he is most definitely capable of boldness and quickly acting on his wants, yes he is a contained individual but when he wants something he'll shamelessly go after it. So yes ! he is 100% capable of initiating things whether its physical affection or if he wants to see you. If he wants you he wants you, plus, in a video he claimed that if it was just him and the person of his affection one on one he'd express himself more freely. Which makes me think if it were you two one on one he'd be super real about his feelings and his guard wouldn't be as far up.

Aries Mercury: Yes. the headcanons that anton would spam your phone with tiktoks and memes are true. He wouldn't be afraid of hitting you up frequently and seeming "needy" like he loves you duh ofc he's gonna text you literally at any given opportunity. Would probably have your post notifs on and would be the FIRSTTT person to like your post and story. He'd be very honest and straightforward when communicating so you wouldn't have to worry about reading in between the lines or having to guess about what's going on between you two.

Taurus Venus: He could have short lived phases of being possessive and literally viewing you as "his person". He wouldn't want the relationship to continuously rush into new bases he'd want it to have a natural flow and wouldn't rush you into anything but would still want to know where you stood on certain things and be in the know (his aries stellium influence, he welcomes change and newness but, as said before, wants it to come naturally and at a certain pace). He'd be sure to be someone you could rely and depend on and would be as patient as possible with you. Would express his love through physical touch such as cuddling, resting his head on your shoulder, napping together and through spoiling you like paying for your meal, sending/bringing food and random valuable gifts at whatever time. HE JUST WANTS TO TREAT YOU RIGHHTT. Also would be very sentimental like he'd have photos, songs, posts and things saved or kept from when you two first met or started dating. He'd make the relationship so domestic oml. Ngl due to taurus venuses need for natural build up and the childish friendly nature of his aries placements he's probably a sucker for the friends to lover trope me thinks 😭

Gemini Mars: Oh he'd just love having one on one talks with you about anything interesting under the sun none of the convos would be surface level or shallow. He'd also flirt SM THROUGH TEXT every gemini mars dude I've known gets so flirty otp. Plus you wouldn't have to worry about the relationship having an air of monotony either. People claim that gemini mars people can be hot and cold but I don't think that's the case I think they're just aware that sometimes for a healthy relationship space is properly needed, so he'd let you have time to yourself/himself but with his taurus venus during these periods you wouldn't feel alone or abandoned because he'd still be there for you. Similar to Wonbin he could find your voice very attractive or a turn on. Gemini rules the hands, arms and shoulders so he may kiss you there or like to have some physical contact with them. Gemini also rules the lungs and nervous system so he might try to 'take your breath away'...take that as you will LOL.

Other Aspects:

Moon/Neptune Sextile: He is hyperaware of the feelings and emotions of those around him no matter how subtle they seem and also uses music as a vice so he'd use it to connect with you.

Venus trine Jupiter: He's naturally a giver and wouldn't be overly forceful, He honestly would nurture the relationship as much as he possibly could.

Potential Toxicity: (reminder that any/everyone is capable of having toxic or negative traits, these could be POTENTIALLY true)

Venus/Square Neptune: Is willing to go LENGTHS for a partner/people he loves but may take things a bit too far or do "too much" and once you try to explain that though you appreciate his efforts it's a bit much he may take it the wrong way and feel unappreciated or used.

#riize #riizenet #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize icons #riize moodboard #riize scenarios #riize fanfic #riize anton #riize wonbin #riize fluff #riize smut #sungchan #eunseok #riize sungchan #riize shotaro #briize #sohee #osaki shotaro #anton x reader #wonbin x reader #riize reactions #jung sungchan #love 119 #kpop astrology #kpop fluff

[brisquad-unit-4402]

cuddling to sleep with noctyx

i’m back in my sonny brisko appreciation (non-parasocial) arc. but did i ever really leave?

tags: gender neutral reader, achillean reader in uki’s entry (no f!reader x uki), established relationship, fluff, do not enable me and my sonny delusions i had to cut myself off so hard here

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🎭 Alban Knox

he sleeps on his side most often and usually faces you for the warmth

it explains why his definition of “comfortable” is pressed up against you, resting his head in whatever nook he finds along your body. his legs tangle up with yours and then tumble out of the way in the middle of the night

but uh, doesn’t explain how when you fall asleep and he’s still awake, he places one of his hands around your cheek

he doesn’t move it. his pinky curls around your jawline, a thumb close to your lips, slightly parted as you rest. he’s worried if he moves it’ll stir you awake

so he stays put, letting your heat sink in through his palm as it frames you. every pore of your skin. the color on your face dyed in the dark. the soft lashes over your closed eyes

he counts the latter until his own are fighting to stay open as well. when they do he always loses track of the number, but he, admittedly, sheepishly, wishes he could admire them with full attention

when you wake up it’s to alban’s slumbering face, always the second to wake after you, and his gentle grasp connecting you together, still with that hand resting along your cheek

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🐑 Fulgur Ovid

he claims he’s not a romantic and doesn’t like to be touched often. which is true; you doubt he even owns a pair of rose-tinted shades

for the most part affection is expressed through quality time and acts of service rather than physical touch. night is one of the few exceptions

he doesn’t know how but he can’t get comfortable without your head resting on his chest like a pillow

he tries to rationalize it by comparing you to a weighted blanket, or how some nights when he takes off his limbs to get comfortable it’s like you’re making up for his metal weight. phantom ease rather than pain

it’s strange. it’s the most peaceful moment of the day. he doesn’t know how to handle it when it feels so effortless. aren’t you only supposed to feel this way after a grand gesture?

a human heartbeat travels up his throa2, and rather than anxiety, it's calm. your leg wrapped along his cold skin eases him and he doesn't understand it. you slow him down when he's used to living in a whirlwind

his brain is always set to analyze but this may be one of the few times he wishes he could shut it off. instead he savors it as you both drift off, and refuses to bring it up when he wakes up

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🔗 Sonny Brisko

above all else he prioritizes learning what you like, what you want, how he can put you at ease even though he’s so unsure of himself and what he’s doing

you’ll have to reassure him but eventually he’ll come into his own. and when he does he still keeps your preferences in mind while making himself at home

he likes bear hugs, his cheek up against your back as you spoon, keeping his arms around you like a precious treasure

he doesn’t stay still. you can feel him rub circles along your back, searching down for your hand, giving it a squeeze and unconsciously rubbing his fingers along yours as he nuzzles closer to your nape

his favorite way to cuddle is with your head in his lap, drifting off while watching tv or his games

if he has a free hand it’ll be by your head, playing with your hair if you’ll let him, and giving you tons of headpats

he gets nervous when you look back at him but the small, dopey little smile on his face is too adorable to ignore. especially once your eyes close so he can lean over and kiss you on the forehead without any shame

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🔮 Uki Violeta

uki is someone that loves the feeling of being relied on and relying on his partner in turn, so of course his heart soars when you rest your head on his shoulder for a midday nap

especially when he can feel the grip on your interlocked hands loosen as you fall asleep. he looks at you so fondly once you drift off

he’ll lean his head on yours as well, if he can, letting his body relax as he does. he loves nuzzling and he loves indulging in it

as he presses his head to yours he tries to commit to memory the warmth of your skin, the gentle rise and fall of sleep, your soft scent…

your scent is especially comforting to him. it's human to the core with the slightest hints of where you've been. he’s already planning how to steal your shirt once the day ends because it’s too damn cozy and he never wants to let the moment end!

this is one of the rare times where uki forgets his stresses. all that matters is making sure this angel has the best nap possible

he doesn’t let go of your hand, even though his grip is soft. a manicured nail traces along one finger, soaking up the texture of your skin, and once you wake up with him fast asleep instead, you may just recognize the outline on your hand and cheek in the same shade as uki’s lip gloss

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

#noctyx x reader #alban knox #alban knox x reader #fulgur ovid #fulgur ovid x reader #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #uki violeta #uki violeta x reader #noctyx #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #noctyx fluff #alban knox fluff #fulgur ovid fluff #sonny brisko fluff #uki violeta fluff #4402 writes #been in SUCH a noctyx mood lately

[zhongliologist]

All or Nothing | Aventurine Modern! AU

Pairing: Aventurine x fem!reader Genre: SMUTTTT!!  Words: 4k A/N: Hi it's been a while. I've been busy. So busy that it seems I forgot how to write smut. So it's not the best I could write after such a long time. I definitely did not proofread this before posting lmao Anyways, thanks for the continued support! THIS IS AN 18+ FIC. BY CLICKING THE READ MORE BUTTON, YOU HAVE UNDERSTOOD AND ACCEPTED THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND LIABLE FOR THE DECISION YOU MADE.

In some deserted hotel stairwell, a sense of urgency has permeated within its walls--far away from the lavish party thrown downstairs. The soft jazz, polite chuckles and clanking of champagne flutes were replaced with the sound of shuffling clothes, muffled voices and shallow breaths. Here in this forgotten place, your heart was electrified, your hands clammy, yet you knew you were in the right place at the right time.

“Hurry up…”

His arms were snaked along the arch of your back, fingers dancing at the hem of your dress as if threatening to divest it then and there. His lips were slow and deliberate on yours, like savoring a treat after such a long time.

Meanwhile, your hand created creases on the lapels of his expensive coat, and the other played with the blond hair on his nape, both with the intention of pulling him closer to you until perhaps he’ll decide to never leave you again.

“No need to rush, love,” he replied in between kisses. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You could.” You moaned to a playful bite on your jaw. “I still haven’t forgiven you for last time.”

“Shh. Focus.” The blond scolded you, his leg already digging against the apex of your thighs. It might be too early for you, but he already has full intention to pull you into a climax.

It was a dangerous game you were playing, yet you couldn’t care less. Tonight, where it was only you and him--no roles to play, no time to pretend. Such moments were rare in your current lives, and you fully intend to relish it, despite all of its consequences.

They had no idea about me and you.

“Oh how scandalous…” he teased, lips tickling the edge of your ear. “The star of the party in a rendezvous with a Wall Street gambler? At an empty fire escape no less?”

You groaned, pushing him off. “You and your big mouth. You don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

Despite your irritation, his bright hypnotic eyes gazed at you, filled with adoration. “You still like me nonetheless.”

This time you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, let’s continue this in my room. I don’t want to risk anyone finding us.”

Grabbing him by the collar, you dragged him through several flights of stairs until you were at the right floor. With quiet footsteps, the both of you sneaked down the hallway, careful not to be seen by anyone--at least you were careful. Your partner on the other hand, had other plans, earning himself several points of irritation from you.

“Hey, imagine if we really got caught by someone, huh?” he grinned, allowing himself to be dragged along. “Oh I could already see the tabloid headlines! New regulatory commission chief already getting in bed with an IPC executive…an infamous one at that! Of course the IPC gets preferential treatment again! Imagine that!”

Wordlessly opening the door to your hotel room, you stepped inside and waited for him to finish his spiel. You simply stood there in front of him, ready to close the door.

“Or, I could imagine shutting this door right now and you not getting any action tonight.” 

“W-wait!” He panicked. “I’m sorry. Fine, fine! I’ll shut up now.”

You sighed, hauling him by the collar again as he stumbled inside. Why do you put up with this man?

“You’re still one hell of a mess,” you remarked with a resigned breath as you closed the door. “After years of not hearing about you, you suddenly appear as an IPC executive? Care to explain…hmm, what do they call you now? Aventurine?”

Picking himself up, the man before you brushed some imaginary dust from his coat and pinned you between his arms to the nearest wall. He still had that same smugness, the same confidence that allowed him to win any high-risk, high-gain bet he gets himself into.

“C’mon, love. Don’t you find the conflict-of-interest sexy?” he asked, leaning closer towards you until his forehead was resting on yours. “It’s like some kind of forbidden love.”

“Stop kidding around. I’m not amused.” You glared.

Still, he chuckled. Brushing a stray lock from your cheek, he caressed your face gently with his finger--tracing some imaginary lines only he could see. He used to do this a long time ago, when you sometimes fell asleep during long hours of studying; when you were still unfortunate enough to have him as your thesis partner. Those were moments he often goes back to--a touch base whenever he loses sight of himself. But right now, you are in front of him--just a moment’s reach; just a stone’s throw away. He was often called a crazed thrill-seeking gambler, but he wouldn’t gamble this moment with you for anything. He can’t afford to lose everything here.

 “Why…don’t we talk about the past later…?” he whispered, eyes lidded. “Right now, I just miss you, and you miss me too, don’t you?”

At this point, you had closed your eyes. He was right. Your need for an explanation wasn’t as important nor as urgent as your need to have him in your arms right now. That could wait. This…whatever it is, you knew your soul craved it the moment you locked eyes again back in the ballroom.

“Kakavasha…” you spoke as softly as you could, careful not to break this delicate thing between you, as if it could disappear any moment. “Please kiss me?”

With that, he smiled fondly. “With pleasure.”

Unlike your previous tryst in the fire escape, he lips were tender on yours, almost scared and hesitant, yet the burn remained just as strong. It moved slowly through your veins like molten gold, turning you pliable to his touch. Without realizing, his hands were once again on your waist, his thumb rubbing circles on the fabric of your dress, while his lips continued their gentle approach.

Everything you kept and held back after all these years came crashing on you like a tidal wave. His scent, his voice, the weight and warmth of his touch--they used to be memories you kept coming back to again and again, resigning to the fact that maybe you’ll never be able to experience it again. But now, they were real, he is real, and that realization welled tears on your eyes.

“W-wait…let me just…” you gasped, hands shaking.

As you ran out of air, the both of you suddenly locked gazes. His unique eyes always mesmerized you, reminding you of teal suns on a pink ocean, pulling you in until you might sink and drown and die. It was as addictive as a psychedelic trip, and all you need was him.

Unbeknownst to you, Aventurine was not as calm as he appeared to be. Just the sight of you--hair mussed, lipstick smudged and just slightly breathless from the kiss you shared--was enough to make his heart jump out of his chest, and his pants tighten rather uncomfortably. Gods…

“Sorry. I just can’t take this anymore.”

He groaned, pushing you to the nearest wall in a muffled thud as he crashed his lips to yours, rough and impatient. It didn’t take long for him to bite and suck on your lips, imagining how you would look like right now--flushed and lips swollen. He initially planned to seduce you, slowly working his way into your heart until you give in to his advances, yet now, you had him wrapped around your finger. Maybe it had already been that way since a long time ago. He simply hadn’t noticed.

“What--mmmh…mm…”

You immediately melted in his embrace, amused at how Aventurine tried to contain himself but failed anyway. He was both endearing and annoying, sweet but also kind of mean, a gentleman yet at the same time, an animal ready to devour you anytime. You were often swept up in his antics--just like how his hands were deftly peeling away your dress until it pooled on the floor by your feet, or how he slipped his tongue in between your lips, greeting yours in a sloppy kiss that had your cheeks burning as if they were on fire.

Making out with you is often enough to send Aventurine into a drunk lust-filled daze with his cheeks flushed and bright eyes blown wide. He couldn’t help himself, not when you were this sexy in his arms, not when you oh-so-discreetly managed to get rid of his coat and tossing it somewhere on the floor. His thoughts were all filled with you and only you. For you, he would gladly gamble away everything, he could even bet the world if he has to. For Aventurine, there was no one else that mattered but you. Even if the world thinks of him as some kind of maniac, he couldn’t care less as long as you were by his side.

Distracted by your lips and his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed that you were slowly inching him closer to the bed, until it was near enough that you could push him down in one move. Still in his button up and pants, you straddled him between your legs--his eyes wide and blown upon finally seeing you in black lace lingerie.

“Oh fuck…I’m not dreaming, am I?”

You smirked, grinding yourself against the very obvious tent on his pants. “Focus, dear. Can’t have you waking up so suddenly.”

“Ughh…”

The sudden friction had him gritting his teeth, amazed and at the same time unbelievably aroused at how bold you’ve become. With a toothy grin baring sharp canines, Aventurine suddenly grabbed your waist and rubbed himself against your covered slit, eliciting a moan out of you.

“We could do this all night, princess,” he gasped between words as he continued to grind himself against you, while you found yourself unable to do anything but roll your eyes as he brushed against your sensitive nub at the right angle.

“W-Wait…ah! P-Please…I…!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, fingers toying with the hem of your panties. “C’mon. Don’t be shy. You can cum all over me.”

He could already feel your slick drenching him, lubricating the fabric of his pants and intensifying the friction that had you breathless on top of him. Aventurine could also feel himself leaking with pre-cum but honestly, he didn’t care if he’d ruin a good pair of pants. He was too busy admiring you above him--your beautiful breasts bouncing despite the constraints of your bra, the skin of your neck and your collarbones littered with splotches of color, your lips slightly ajar and whispering his name over and over again as if in a lust-filled trance.

Ah, fuck. He’d probably cum too if he wasn’t careful.

“Ahnn…! I can’t! Mnmm…I’m close…so c-close…!”

“That’s it…ahh…don’t hold back, princess.”

With one thrust, you came undone quickly--trembling and shivering as you moaned his name, your hands immediately grabbing on to his shirt so you wouldn’t fall over. Even though you were still reeling from the high, Aventurine had other ideas. Flipping you around, with him now hovering above you while you lay flat on the bed, he swiftly discarded his white dress shirt, revealing a toned body that was not there a few years before.

Unsure how it had never hit you earlier, you were now faced with the sudden realization that the scrawny college boy you knew was already a full-grown man; a man who could easily bring heaven to you.

“Like what you see?” The blond asked with a chuckle, dramatically waggling his brows just to tease you. “Like I said, don’t be shy now. You just came all over me.”

The thought immediately left your cheeks burning with embarrassment, and had you spurting a coherent reply. “S-Shut up! I’m just not used to this!”

At your words, Aventurine hummed, a thought crossing his head. “Well then, seems like it’s up to me to get you used to it.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he swiftly removed your panties--revealing trails of your glistening fluid.

“Wha--!” You desperately tried to cover yourself, yet Aventurine was faster, seizing both your hands away.

“If you don’t want me to tie you up, keep those hands on the sheets,” he threatened, but eventually grinned anyway. “or better yet, you could hold on to me. Whatever my princess wants.”

Not waiting for a reply, the blond leaned over as he spread your legs wide, allowing him access to your drenched pussy. Stroking a finger across your slit, Aventurine relished at your squirming figure--earning a shit-eating grin from him.

“Look how wet you are,” he chuckled darkly, teasingly blowing air right at your clit and making you yelp in surprise. “By the way, I’m called Aventurine now…in case you need a name to scream.”

The sudden reminder created a lot of questions in your head, most of them beginning with the word ‘why’. However, he didn’t give you time to agree or disagree, as he pressed a thumb on your sensitive clit, making your back arch at the sudden stimulation.

“Alright, hold on tight, love. I bet I can make you cum with just my tongue.”

The moment when he dived in you were struck by an unfamiliar sort of pleasure which electrified every vein in your body, rendering you helpless against his unrelenting tongue. He savored your juices as if they were sweet honey, lapping your slit clean, to the point of pushing his tongue inside of you.

Amidst all of this, you realized he was right again. You found your hands clinging on to him for dear life, pulling on his locks of blond hair as you struggled to find your breath after waves upon waves of pleasure assaulting you.

“O-oh…my god…fuck! Aventurine…!”

You were practically screaming when he reached your clit, sucking on the swollen nub until you were seeing stars. It was unfair how he was able to drive you crazy with just his tongue, and you can’t deny that it felt so good that you wanted more.

Aventurine could feel you getting close once again. Your body was trembling as you pushed his head down in a desperate attempt for more friction. He wouldn’t deny you that, of course. He continued his ministrations until you were screaming silently, your voice hoarse and dry after crying out in pleasure. And in one moment, something inside you snapped. With back arched and eyes rolled, you squirted on his tongue just like how he wanted; lapping on your juices like a man starved.

“See? I won again,” he gloated as he peppered your thighs with kisses, moving his way up to your stomach, and towards your chest. At this point, his erection was already too painful to keep within his pants, yet he had to do something first before thinking about himself.

Turning your head so you could face him, Aventurine once again descended his lips upon yours in a tender and gentle kiss. It was slow but passionate, filled with everything he wished to say after all those years but cannot. Despite the haziness from your high, everything was clear at that moment. His lips were soft and captivating, nibbling at your lower lip when he felt a little playful. Meanwhile, you met his tongue with yours, dancing in a wet and sloppy kiss which forced you to acknowledge how badly you missed him. Ever since you parted ways, there was no day where you wished he wasn’t there with you--through days where you were being celebrated, or through days where you had to crawl back home. Why did you have to go, Kakavasha?

Yet you knew that there will come a time that those unanswered questions will be finally answered. However right now, something else occupied both your minds.

“Hey…” you whispered between his lips, a trail of saliva still connecting you. “I want you now, Kakavasha…”

One more peck before answering you, the man asked. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re more than ready but--“

Cupping his cheeks, you interrupted him with another kiss. “I’m sure. I want you in me…please?”

For a moment, Aventurine was hesitant, yet as you continued to gaze directly into his eyes, he relented. With a resigned sigh, he smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “No take backs, princess.”

Once again, he traced his lips down to your jaw, leaving a trail of pecks along his way. Remembering how much you shivered at a love bite, he made sure to suck on a pulse point on your neck, earning a low and sensual mewl from your lips. He drew a masterpiece on your skin, from your neck to your collarbones, biting, nibbling and sucking his way down to your chest.

 Expertly removing your bra with deft fingers, Aventurine reveled at the sight of your breasts, nipples pert and touch starved. He couldn’t resist the temptation, not when they were right there in front of him. His mouth descended upon one, twirling around his tongue as if teasing you, while his hand fondled your other breast, still in awe of its softness.

“You sure have grown in this department.” He remarked with a wide grin, earning a disparaging look from you.

Chuckling at your reaction, he continued to play with your breasts, squeezing a nipple and eliciting a moan out of you. He made a mental note to make you cum just with your breasts some other time--that would be quite a sight, wouldn’t it?

The vibrations from his laugh made your skin tingle, making you even more sensitive than before. It felt like there was a furnace under your skin, burning you from the inside out and turning you into a bumbling lewd mess.

“Aventurine…please…just…hurry up!” You whine through lidded eyes and a flushed face, as an uncontrollable emotion welled up inside you. “Please…I-I want you…”

Seeing you sobbing so desperately for him, something in Aventurine snapped. Brushing his bangs away from his face, his lips had widened into a dangerous smirk and a dark glint had appeared in his gaze.

“I was planning to be gentle with you tonight seeing that we just had a heartwarming reunion…” he started, kneeling before you and spreading your legs wide for him to delight in. “But never would I’ve imagined you’d beg for me so desperately.”

Finally releasing his dick from the confines of his pants, you could see how hard he was and how it was leaking so much of pre-cum. He was long, kind of girthy and it instantly made you nervous if it was right to goad him into fucking you senseless. You might have chewed more than you can swallow.

Placing himself on your slit, he began rubbing himself on you, coating his cock with your slippery juices. Of course, he had to tease you whenever he had the chance--hitting your already abused clit with his member as he brushed pass.

“You’re so wet, princess…” he groaned between labored breaths. “My dick could easily enter this pretty little hole of yours…”

“Please…! Aven…turine…I want you…I-I…!”

“Fine,” he replied as he gritted his teeth. “Here you go, princess!”

With one sharp thrust, Aventurine entered you, bottoming up immediately. The sudden stretch had you keening, arching your back from the sudden stimulation. You felt so full and warm inside…so full of him.

“Ah fuck…this is too much…” he growled, face as bright as his eyes. Upon meeting gazes however, Aventurine immediately crashed his lips on yours in a bruising kiss. In between pecks and bites, he kept groaning and murmuring your name, overwhelmed by the varying emotions welling up inside him.

“Mhhmm…Y/N…a-ahh…I missed…you…hngh--! I just…I’m sorry…mmhm…feels t-too good…”

“Aven…turine…!”

“Sorry…I can’t hold back anymore…”

As soon as those words left his lips, Aventurine began thrusting into you, looking for that one spot that had you melting in his arms. He was rough and relentless, pounding into you like an animal--leaving you screaming his name over and over again. It felt so incredibly good. After such a long time, you had forgotten how intense sex with Aventurine was. You could even say that he had become better, stronger and more refined in his ministrations, yet still intense nonetheless.

“Oh god…there! It f-feels…so good…!” you whined, holding on to his arm as he placed your leg over his shoulder, finding a better angle to fuck you silly.

“You like that, huh?” He purred, an amused grin plastered on his face. “Let me make you feel good even more.”

Without you noticing, he suddenly pinched your clit, earning a loud scream from your lips, your eyes rolling from the pleasure. Yet he didn���t stop there, he continued to rub on your sensitive nub as he pounded his cock into you, forcing your tight walls to remember his shape.

“F-fuck…fuck…I’m…ah! I’m gonna cum…p-please harder…fuck me harder…!”

With a sardonic smile, Aventurine snaked his arm around your leg and thrusted harder and deeper, making you drool on the sheets.

“I’m…close too…nghh…! Where do you want me, princess?”

“I-Inside…please finish inside…I want you…”

As soon as you said those words, Aventurine’s lust-addled brain refused to function anymore. All thoughts left the room and was instead replaced by lewd sounds of skin on skin and loud screams and low groans. You had been waiting for this moment, to be unraveled and ravished by him, to be pounded by his hard cock and filled with his warm essence. For a long time, you had waited to be with him, and finally your close to the climax.

In one particularly hard thrust of his cock, you came undone--squeezing him tight as you squirted once again. Your head turned blank and all you could see were stars as waves of euphoria washed over you, making you tremble and shiver.

“Ah, shit…! I’m cumming…!”

It didn’t take long for him to follow, filling you up with his warm cum as you trembled beneath him; the shock of his orgasm sent you falling from another peak. As soon as he was able to catch his breath, Aventurine leaned down towards you, capturing your lips with a tender kiss--this one saturated by his adoration for you. You easily reciprocated, smiling as you kissed him and allowed yourself to be swept up by his gentleness.

“I love you…” he whispered, burying his face at the crook of your neck. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry I left you that day. I couldn’t face you at that time…you were so perfect, while I was a fucking mess. I didn’t deserve you then. I don’t think I deserve you even now.”

Brushing your fingers through his fine blond hair, you listened quietly and allowed him to finish.

“Aventurine…no, Kakavasha…” you whispered gently to his ear, coaxing him to gaze into your eyes. “Yes, you’re a mess. Yes, you’re a goddamn headache. But I’m not perfect either. I might not be able to give you what you deserve. So it’s fine if you struggle and make mistakes, I’ll still love you all the same. As long as you would have me too, that is…”

Without warning, Aventurine enveloped you in a tight hug, kissing you wherever his lips landed. He felt relief wash over him, the heaviness in his heart he had harbored for so many years suddenly lifted just like that.

“I won’t let you go ever again,” he exclaimed. “This kind of luck doesn’t come around very often.”

Giggling, you began pushing him off of you. “Alright, get off me now. You’re heavy.”

“By the way, earlier…I, uh…” he scratched his nape, suddenly embarrassed. “You’re in some sort of birth control, right?”

You scoffed amusingly at him and shrugged. “Who knows? Wanna bet you’d knocked me up?”

Those words seemed to have unlocked something inside Aventurine’s head. He began imagining little versions of you with his unique eyes, and little versions of him with your features. He imagined you swollen with his child growing inside you, singing softly as you gently caress your belly. He could imagine all sorts of things; he could imagine a future with you. Covering his burning face with the palm of his hand, he glanced at you with an inexplicable expression.

“Hold on. We’re not done here yet,” he began, seizing both your wrists and pining you down to the bed. “If it’s a bet, I’d like to increase my chances of winning.”

#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine

[dxxdhood]

early morning

pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

summary: you comfort Jason on a bad morning.

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, fluff

wc: 0.6k

A part of Jason still couldn’t believe he was here to see it. The light filtered through the blinds, revealing your sleeping face just barely peeking out from under the blankets. If he focused hard enough, he could hear the quiet sounds of your snores breaking up the silence in the room.

Your face, so entirely at peace– he didn’t want to disturb it by getting up to brush his teeth or start on breakfast. So, Jason settles into the pillows still pushed up against the headboard, and gazes down at his scarred hands.

So much he’s had to learn, to have drilled into him, by Bruce or plenty of others worse than him. Emphasizing how to cope with the unexpected. How to be ready to throw an opponent off guard no matter what advantage they may have. But here, lying next to you in your shared room, he’s unsure. How is he supposed to face the peace, the quiet,  the happiness?

He’s fine. He feels completely safe, most definitely for the first time in years, if not his entire life. So why does his chest feel so tight, like any sudden movement would have him unraveling?

You blink awake then. If Jason didn’t know better, he’d think you were able to hear his thoughts. But your face is pinched in concern, only trying to make sense of why your partner seems so tense this early in the morning.

“Hey,” you start, reaching a hand to place on his shoulder.

Jason fights the instinct to push it off, and instead chooses to savor the warmth. “Morning. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s alright,” you look outside, the blinds doing nothing to curb how bright the sun has become. “I was going to wake up soon, anyway.”

He doesn’t say anything, eyes shifting back down to coast across the scrapes of his legs instead of facing you.

“Jason, is something wrong?”

“No,” he answers immediately. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s great, actually. I’m here, I have everything I need…” he flicks his gaze up to yours. “I have you.”

You scoot closer to him, draping your other arm across his other shoulder, hugging him from behind. Your head behind his own, gently nuzzling the back of his neck. He can feel the heat of your skin through your sleep shirt, completely enveloping him, and he has the sudden urge to cry. 

Just as you start kissing down his neck, making your way down his vertebrae, you hear his shudder of breath. You place you head on his shoulder and slowly turn to face him.

He���s closed his eyes by now, trying to keep the tears at bay for long enough to convince you he’s fine. He’s sure it’s not working by how your hand is running against his jaw and cupping his cheek.

“Jason, look at me.”

He’s almost shivering, but he manages to open them again. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong, it’s just… It’s a bad day.”

You go back to hugging him, then. Both of your arms completely wrapped around him as you slowly pull him back to laying comfortably in your bed. You spoon him from behind and you listen to his breathing slow, then quicken, then slow again as he falls back asleep in your arms.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x gn!reader #gn reader #hurt/comfort #hurt comfort #fluff #angst #light angst #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x gn!reader

[meowzfordayz]

cafe meet-cute (cute!)

Author’s Note: a quick pt 2 to finally bring our stupid oblivious lovers together. 😉

cafe meet-cute (cute!)

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: none

cafe meet-cute (ugly?)

~faqs~

Shy!Giyuu who doesn’t know why it feels so impossible to just text you, but it just does. And no, the fact that he’s messed up pretty much every opportunity to ask you out like a normal person has nothing to do with it. 🙄🫠😭

Shy!Giyuu who’s lowkey flattered that you think he already has a partner. He’s also highkey devastated that he fled the scene (re: the cafe) instead of correcting you.

Shy!Giyuu who comes in the morning after his blunder, your tiny jolt of surprise not unnoticed as he walks to the counter.

“Good morning [y/n],” he murmurs, softer than expected. You eye him warily, hating yourself for how the tension in your shoulders loosens at the scent of his subtle cologne—like a waterfall cascading and slightly icy in the tenderness of spring—even as your chest tightens.

Why is he here? 😕

Shy!Giyuu who’s grateful he woke up especially early, doing his best to avoid the initial opening rush, as well as the later crowds.

Shy!Giyuu who inhales slowly, deeply, and proceeds to ask with zero hesitation, “What time do you get off?”

Shy!Giyuu who watches your gaze widen, wariness dissipating as tentative hope fills its place. 🥺 Your mouth opens, closes, purses with doubt. You blink once, twice, the register screen suddenly too bright as you swallow thickly.

Shy!Giyuu who reminds himself It’s now or never, “I’m not, I don’t have, I’m not seeing anyone. Romantically. I have friends! Yeah. At least one. But, uh, no partner!”

Shy!Giyuu who’s shaken from his anxious daze as you burst into endeared peals of laughter, his obvious nervousness and sincerity shattering your remaining tendrils of fear. 🥹 He’s never heard you laugh quite like this — like you’re laughing for you. Because of him. Because he’s made you happy.

“I’m glad you have at least one friend,” you say warmly, “And I get off at 2pm,” grinning teasingly, “Are you asking to be nice, or are you asking me out? On a romantic date?”

Shy!Giyuu who’s relieved you didn’t outright reject him — so relieved that he forgets to answer your question. 😆

“Giyuu?” you’re still grinning, savoring the amazement in his expression, the adoring roundness of his stare. How could you have missed his affection before? And how could he have missed yours?

You’re both idiots in love, that’s how.

“A date! Romantically!” he clears his throat, nodding enthusiastically, “I am asking you out. Most definitely.”

“And I will most definitely say yes,” you wink, comping his usual order, your cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so hard, “Yes, Giyuu. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

Love. Giyuu gulps. 😳 He’ll save that confession for ~later. 🤭

#giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka x reader #water hashira #headcanons #college au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[dc-and-arfrona]

Date Night - Batboys  Headcannons

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Batboys! x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k+

Masterlist

Summary: Date-Night

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Batman / Bruce Wayne

Once upon a time in Gotham City, you found yourself in an unexpected and thrilling romance with none other than the enigmatic billionaire, Bruce Wayne. Bruce, as you soon discovered, was also the caped crusader known as Batman. However, when the two of you were together, he set aside his vigilante persona to be just Bruce.

One night, Bruce invited you to Wayne Manor for a special date night. He had prepared a surprise for you, and as you entered the grand estate, you were greeted with the warmth of candlelight and the aroma of freshly popped popcorn. Bruce led you through the vast mansion, and you found yourself in a private theater, complete with luxurious seating and a gigantic screen.

"I thought we could have a cozy movie night," Bruce said, smiling as he saw your eyes light up in delight.

"Wow, Bruce, this is amazing," you exclaimed, feeling touched by the effort he had put into making the evening special.

The two of you settled into the plush seats, and Bruce held out a large bucket of popcorn. He chuckled as he noticed your surprise. "I had Alfred make a generous portion. It's your favorite, right?"

"Definitely," you replied, taking a handful and enjoying the buttery goodness. As the movie began to play, Bruce's arm gently draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. The two of you shared sweet glances, your connection deepening with every passing moment.

Throughout the movie, you found yourselves laughing together, whispering inside jokes, and stealing affectionate glances. Bruce had a way of making you feel at ease and cherished. It was as if the weight of the world lifted whenever you were with him, and you were grateful for these precious moments of normalcy amidst the chaos of Gotham.

After the movie, Bruce surprised you with an array of sweet treats. There were decadent chocolates, delicious pastries, and even your favorite ice cream flavor.

"You remembered," you said, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"I pay attention to the little things," he replied, a soft smile gracing his lips.

As you savored the treats, you and Bruce shared stories from your childhood, revealing more about yourselves and strengthening the bond between you.

As the night came to an end, Bruce walked you to the door. "Thank you for tonight. I had a wonderful time," he said, his voice warm and sincere.

"Thank you for everything, Bruce," you replied, feeling a rush of affection for the man standing before you. "I never thought I'd find someone like you."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, the touch of his lips sending a shiver down your spine. "I never thought I'd find someone like you either," he whispered, his eyes locking with yours.

From that night on, the private theater at Wayne Manor became your special place. Whenever the weight of the world felt too heavy, you knew you could escape there with Bruce, even if only for a few hours. Together, you found solace in each other's presence, watching movies, sharing sweet treats, and cherishing the simple joys of being together.

And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the chaos and darkness, a love story blossomed between a brave billionaire and a kind-hearted soul. Together, they found light in the shadows, and their love thrived, like the beacon of hope that Batman represented to the city he protected.

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Nightwing / Dick Gayson 

In the bustling city of Blüdhaven, a sweet and endearing love story unfolded between you and Dick Grayson, the charming and acrobatic hero known as Nightwing. Beneath the mask and the crime-fighting persona, he was Dick—a warm-hearted and fun-loving person who cherished every moment spent with you.

One evening, Dick arrived at your doorstep, a bright smile on his face. "Hey there, partner. Ready for our date night?" he said with a playful wink.

"Absolutely," you replied, returning his smile. "What's on the agenda tonight?"

Dick held up a grocery bag filled with fresh ingredients. "We're going to cook a home-cooked meal together. I've got a great recipe in mind!"

You both donned aprons and set to work in the kitchen, laughing and joking as you prepared the meal. Dick's nimble fingers moved with grace, and he effortlessly guided you through each step, making it a delightful cooking experience.

As the aroma of the delicious meal filled the air, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple moments with him. Amidst the chaos of their lives, it was the little things that brought you both closer together.

Once the meal was ready, you set the table with candles, creating a cozy atmosphere in your dining area. You and Dick enjoyed the fruits of your labor, savoring the flavors of the meal you prepared together. The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself sharing stories and dreams, deepening your connection with each passing moment.

After dinner, you settled on the couch, ready for the next part of your date night—a reality TV show known for its hilarious antics and quirky contestants.

"This show is ridiculous, but it's so much fun to watch," Dick chuckled, flipping through the channels until he found the right one.

You snuggled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his presence. "It's perfect for a date night," you said, laughing along with the show's shenanigans.

As the episodes played, you and Dick couldn't help but make playful commentary, sharing inside jokes and teasing each other about who would win the show's crazy challenges. The joy and laughter that filled the room made you feel like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of happiness.

As the night wore on, you both realized that it didn't matter what you did as long as you were together. Whether it was fighting crime in the streets or simply cooking a meal and watching reality TV, every moment with Dick felt special and meaningful.

Eventually, the show came to an end, and you found yourselves exchanging sleepy smiles. "I had a great time tonight," Dick said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Me too," you replied, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

With a contented sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, you knew that your love for Dick Grayson, both as Nightwing and as the person he was with you, ran deep.

And so, in the heart of Blüdhaven, amidst the bustling nights and daring escapades, a love story blossomed between a masked hero and a caring soul. Together, they found comfort and joy in the simplest of moments—a home-cooked meal, a funny reality TV show, and most importantly, each other.

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Red Hood / Jason Todd

In the bustling streets of Gotham City, you found yourself in a passionate and thrilling relationship with none other than Jason Todd, the notorious Red Hood. Despite his vigilante alter ego, when he was with you, he embraced his real self, Jason, a complex man with a heart yearning for love and connection.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Jason picked you up on his motorcycle for a date night filled with culinary adventures. You wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the powerful rumble of the bike beneath you as he expertly maneuvered through the city's traffic.

"Where are we headed tonight?" you asked, unable to contain your excitement.

"It's a surprise," Jason replied with a playful grin. "I thought we could try some new places I've discovered."

As you rode through the neon-lit streets, the aroma of different cuisines filled the air, enticing your senses. Your first stop was a cozy Italian trattoria known for its homemade pasta and authentic flavors. You and Jason sat close, savoring every bite of the delightful dishes. Between mouthfuls of pasta and sips of red wine, you shared laughter and stories, your connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

Next, Jason took you to a bustling food market where various food trucks lined the streets. You indulged in an array of street foods from different cultures—spicy tacos, savory dumplings, crispy falafels, and sweet churros. With each bite, you felt a deeper sense of appreciation for the diverse cuisines and the experiences they represented.

Jason's adventurous spirit shone through as he encouraged you to try unique dishes you'd never tasted before. And as you watched him enjoy every bite, you realized how much he cherished these simple moments of happiness with you, away from the dark and dangerous nights of fighting crime.

The night was far from over as Jason surprised you by taking you to a hidden gem—an intimate rooftop restaurant with a breathtaking view of Gotham's skyline. Soft candlelight illuminated the table as you both enjoyed a delectable dessert—rich chocolate cake paired with velvety smooth coffee.

As you gazed at the city lights together, you couldn't help but reflect on how much your life had changed since meeting Jason. Despite his tough exterior, he had a softness about him when he was with you—a vulnerability he allowed only you to witness. And in return, you cherished every moment, grateful for the chance to bring a smile to his face.

As the night drew to a close, Jason took your hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending a rush of affection through you. "I had a great time tonight," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.

"Me too," you replied, squeezing his hand. "Thank you for everything, Jason."

He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. "No, thank you," he whispered, his voice sincere. "For being with me."

With that, you knew that your connection with Jason went beyond the adventurous dates and the thrill of being with Red Hood. It was about finding solace and love in each other's company, accepting the complexities of your pasts, and embracing the hope for a brighter future together.

And so, beneath the moonlit sky, in the heart of Gotham City, a love story blossomed between a daring vigilante and a kind-hearted soul. Together, they explored the world of flavors and emotions, building a bond stronger than the shadows that loomed over their city.

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Red Robin / Tim Drake

In the vast and ever-changing skies of Gotham City, a tender and enchanting love story unfolded between you and Tim Drake, the brilliant and resourceful hero known as Red Robin. Beneath the cape and cowl, Tim was a warm and caring individual who cherished the moments spent with you.

One clear and crisp night, Tim asked you to join him for a date unlike any other. "Hey, would you like to go stargazing with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Stargazing? That sounds amazing," you replied, smiling at his thoughtful suggestion.

Tim led you to a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city, away from the hustle and bustle of Gotham. As you settled onto a soft blanket, the beauty of the night sky unfolded before you. Countless stars twinkled like diamonds, painting the sky with their ethereal glow.

"Wow, Tim, this is breathtaking," you whispered, feeling a sense of wonder wash over you.

He nestled beside you, and with his encyclopedic knowledge of the cosmos, he began pointing out various constellations and telling their stories. As he spoke, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his passion and enthusiasm.

"There's Orion," he said, his finger tracing the hunter's outline in the sky. "And over there is Ursa Major, the Great Bear."

As the night deepened, you found yourself lost in Tim's explanations, marveling at the vastness of the universe and the mysteries it held. The quiet intimacy of the moment brought you both closer together, and you felt a sense of peace and belonging in Tim's presence.

"I used to come here a lot when I was younger," Tim admitted, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "It was a way to escape the chaos of the city and just... be."

"I'm glad you brought me here," you said, intertwining your fingers with his. "It's truly special."

Tim smiled, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "You make everything special."

With the blanket of stars overhead, you found yourselves sharing stories and dreams, basking in the tranquility of the night. Time seemed to slow down, and in that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you and the boundless sky above.

As the night came to a close, Tim took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "Thank you for being here with me," he said softly.

"Thank you for bringing me here," you replied, feeling a rush of affection for the young hero by your side.

As you walked back to the city together, the stars continued to shine above, a reminder of the magical night you had shared. You knew that amidst the chaos of Gotham and the challenges of being a hero, you and Tim had found something extraordinary—a love that soared like the stars, boundless and eternal.

And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the ever-changing nights and daring escapades, a love story blossomed between a courageous hero and a compassionate soul. Together, they discovered the beauty of the cosmos and the infinite possibilities of love beneath the shimmering tapestry of the night sky.

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Robin / Damian Wayne 

In the lively streets of Gotham City, a charming and adventurous love story unfolded between you and Damian Wayne, the young and headstrong hero known as Robin. Beneath the Robin suit and the bravado, Damian was a young man seeking connection and finding it in the most unexpected places, like with you.

One evening, Damian approached you with an uncharacteristic hint of shyness in his eyes. "Would you like to go out with me tonight?" he asked, almost hesitantly.

"Of course!" you replied with a warm smile, intrigued by the change in his demeanor.

As you walked together through the bustling city, Damian led you to a nostalgic spot—an old-fashioned arcade tucked away in a corner. The neon lights and lively music filled the air as you stepped inside, transported to a world of fun and excitement.

"I thought we could have some fun here," Damian said, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

"That sounds perfect," you said, feeling your heart swell with affection for the young hero.

The two of you roamed through the arcade, trying out different games and challenging each other to friendly competitions. Damian's competitive spirit emerged, but it was mixed with laughter and enjoyment, making the experience even more delightful.

As you played games side by side, you couldn't help but notice how Damian's usual stoic expression softened, replaced by genuine joy. The two of you laughed together, sharing jokes and teasing each other about who could get the highest scores.

In one game, Damian attempted to win you a small plush toy. His focused determination was adorable, and when he finally succeeded, he handed it to you with a proud grin.

"It's for you," he said, trying to act nonchalant, but you could see the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"Thank you, Damian. I love it," you replied, hugging the plush toy tightly.

As the night wore on, you and Damian found yourselves enjoying each other's company more and more. The arcade became a place of connection and understanding between you, where you both could be yourselves without the weight of the world's expectations.

Eventually, you stumbled upon a classic dancing game. Damian was initially hesitant, but with a little coaxing, he agreed to give it a try. You took his hand, and together, you danced to the rhythm of the game, sharing laughter and joy in the simplicity of the moment.

As the night at the arcade came to an end, Damian walked you home, a soft smile on his face. "I had a surprisingly enjoyable time tonight," he admitted, looking at you with sincerity.

"Me too," you replied, feeling your heart skip a beat. "Thank you for asking me out."

Damian nodded, and before he could say anything more, you leaned in and kissed him gently on the cheek, leaving him momentarily surprised.

"I'll see you soon, Damian," you said with a playful grin, turning to walk away.

As you glanced back, you saw a rare but genuine smile spread across Damian's face, and your heart swelled with happiness.

And so, in the heart of Gotham City, amidst the thrilling nights and daring adventures, a love story blossomed between a young hero and a compassionate soul. Together, they discovered the joy of simple pleasures and the magic of connecting through the timeless joy of an arcade, finding comfort and love in each other's presence.

#batboy x reader #batboy x you #batboy x y/n #batboy headcannons #dc headcannons #dc universe #dc imagines #batman x reader #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #daimian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #red hood x reader #nightwing x reader

[pathetic-sapphic]

viktor with a naturally strong s/o 👀

Viktor with a naturally strong S/O

Oh boy, if he wasn't completely and utterly in love with you before then he is definitely head over heels in love with you now!

The first time you show off your inhumane strength, Viktor is so flustered that he has to go out and have some fresh air.

Very impressed and proud to have such an incredible and amazing partner.

If you have a muscular physique, he loves admiring (read: ogling) them when he thinks you aren't paying attention.

Has literal heart eyes every single time you display your strength.

Will intentionally ask for your help with moving stuff around the lab just so he can admire your brawn and the light sheen of sweat coating your body.

You both like to play little games with each other, him by secretly looking at you thinking that you don't notice his longing gaze, and you by not giving him an inkling that you're aware of them and purposely showing off your strength in hopes of making him even more flustered.

He is fascinated by the contrast between your physical strength and the gentleness you treat him with. He loves knowing that he has a special place in your heart and melts whenever you give him a tight-but-not-too-tight hug or a pat on the back where it's obvious that you were holding back so as not to hurt him. You don't treat him like glass but hold back enough so that he isn't uncomfortable.

Gets as red as a tomato if you ever lift him up or carry him but savors the moment as much as he can despite his overall embarrassment.

Commits the feeling of your strong arms around him to memory each and every time he feels your touch.

Overall, he considers himself extremely lucky to have someone who is able to support him both mentally and physically and finds himself amazed by you every time he gets to witness your greatness.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane viktor #viktor league of legends #viktor arcane #arcane viktor x you #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x reader #arcane headcanons #viktor x y/n #viktor x you #viktor x gn reader #arcane viktor headcanons #requests are open