#he gets so embarrassed when he’s earnest and sweet he’s so adorable :(

[luveline]

if you are looking for spencer and bombshell requests, what about the first time a girl flirts with spencer after they start dating, but bombshell is fully secure because she knows her worth and understands that he’s a catch? if you need more ideas i can squeeze my brain really hard

love ur brain pls keep squeezing it <3 fem!reader

You’re the cheesy girlfriend no one expects you to be. You change your phone contact for Spencer to ‘My Sweet Boyfriend’ with a heart, you hold his hand in stupid places (though you’d done that before, sometimes), you bring him coffee, you fluster when he kisses your cheek no matter your disposition —you're overwhelmed in the honeymoon phase, and everybody’s surprised. 

“That’s not very cool of you,” Morgan says, having noticed your ducked head, your smile dripping with a private pleasure and your cheek still shining with Spencer’s quick kiss. He’s gone to find plastic cutlery. 

“I’m not that cool when it comes to Spencer,” you say. 

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” 

Morgan is as pleased for you both finally getting together as anyone, even if he finds it foreign. It is weird to suddenly be openly in love with each other, and likely stranger for the team to see you in anything that isn’t total calm collection. 

“He’s so lovely.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Morgan says, more earnest now as he slaps a rolled sandwich down in front of you. “He’s a catch. I asked for no mayonnaise, was I supposed to do that?” 

Emily tucks her seat in next to yours. “He’s totally trapped by that secretary again, I hate to tell you.” 

You turn around. 

“Why would you tell her that?” Morgan asks. 

“What?” 

You peer out of the office door, where Spencer’s being chatted to by a stunningly attractive secretary. She has dark skin and darker hair, alluring almond eyes that light her sweetheart face with a bright charm. “Oh, she’s getting prettier,” you say. 

You’ve got Spencer Reid locked in. Nothing in you doubts that he’s currently infatuated with you. You don’t even care when he laughs at her joke, or when she dips her head bashfully toward him. 

“You better go and get your man,” Morgan says. 

“What for?” 

“She’s flirting hard,” JJ says. She’s only just looked up from her phone. “He’s gonna start blushing.” 

As if. You turn back to the table, unwrapping the paper from your sandwich with a happy sigh. Spencer looks so cute when he blushes, his cheeks turn pink and he smiles like he’s being tickled, it’s adorable. If that pretty secretary wants to do the hard work for you, it’s her prerogative. He’s your boyfriend. 

“I don’t need to do anything, he’s fine,” you say. 

You’re cutting your sandwich in half when you feel a presence behind your back. A familiar hand closes around your shoulder, a voice in your ear, “Thanks for nothing.” 

You giggle at his embarrassed tone, turning your face up to his, immediately delighted by his pink-tinged cheeks and neck. “You looked like you were having fun!” 

“You’re not gonna pretend to be mad?” he asks, leaning over you to open your sandwich. He pulls out a sad looking tomato and a similarly wilted slice of lettuce and closes it again. “Did you want a drink? I can’t believe you.” 

“Spencer, did you want me to come and get you?” you tease. 

“It would’ve been nice of you. Drink?” 

You laugh again, tugging him down by the wrist. “No, Spencer, I don’t want a drink, just sit down. What was I supposed to do? I’m not gonna pull her off of you.” 

“But why?” he asks, nearly not quite pouting. “She asked me if it was too hot in here for me.” He sits in the chair beside you, his hand dropping to the soft inside of your thigh as he leans in imploringly. “If you cared about me at all–”

Everybody laughs, including yourself. He’s clearly joking, and for once nobody on the team mistakes it for ineptitude, which seems to cheer him up. He gives your leg a rather bold squeeze considering who he is and where you are, and again when you gesture for him to lift his face to plant a kiss on the ridge of his jaw. “I do care about you, Spencer. Sorry I wasn’t jealous. Should we try again?” 

He turns your face away from your coworkers, eye to eye. “You’re making fun of me.” 

His hand trails to your elbow. “No,” you say, your skin tingling under his touch. 

“I don’t believe you. And I know you need a drink, they didn’t send your bottle of water. I didn’t manage to find those forks, either.” 

He gets up again. He hasn’t so much as glanced at his own food, patting your back in a promise that he’ll return before he edges out of the office and into the station’s bullpen. You take a smug bite of your sandwich. You can’t hide it.

“Told you,” you say once you’ve swallowed. You hadn’t needed to do anything, and you really aren’t worried about other women. “He likes me a lot.” 

“Understatement of the year.” 

You send Morgan a loving smile. When you glance over your shoulder, Spencer’s taking the long way through the office to the water cooler.

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[subskz]

Sub skz getting edged/overstimulated?

Pretty please 🥺

sure 🥰 i hope you meant combining the two bc that’s what i went with!

chan - channie is sooo good when he’s getting edged. he does start to get a little whiny and restless over time, but he still tries his best to keep his patience bc he wants to do well for you and he knows it’ll feel even better once he’s finally allowed to cum. he begs a lot even when it's clear it won’t get him anywhere, apologizes even when he's done nothing wrong, and he never forgets to say please in the sweetest, broken voice. it’s hard to resist him when he’s so earnest but at the same time it makes him all the more fun to tease~ he goes crazy when you coo over him and pet his head, promising it'll be over soon, only to deny him yet again. he's the type to whimper out a tiny "please please please" and push his hips up when he's close, then groan weakly when his orgasm escapes him for the umpteenth time. but he handles the edging part a lot better than the overstim, once he climaxes (and he cums hard after being edged so many times) it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s thrashing around crying out that it’s too much. he’s very sensitive and can’t take being overstimulated for too long, esp if you used his cum as lube to pump him even faster, he might start to cry a bit. but the sweet, pleading little sounds he lets out when you keep going makes it very tempting to see how much more he'll endure for you

lino - he has the biggest love/hate relationship with edging bc he does not have the patience for it, but the pleasure always pays off so deliciously in the end that he’ll do practically anything just to get his orgasm. it’s like a cheat code for making him obedient~ unlike chan, minho doesn’t shy away from voicing his dissatisfaction every time you edge him. he’s whining, provoking you, and mouthing off after being denied just once bc he’s so used to immediately getting what he wants. he definitely needs to be bound somehow or kept an eye on so you can smack his misbehaving hands away bc he will try to touch himself or tug your hand back to his dick once he gets desperate enough (he’ll hit you with those deceptively innocent glossy eyes too…good luck) the way he looks when you finally let him cum makes all his fussing worth it though. his eyes roll back into the prettiest expression and he shakes. funnily enough he complains less once u start to overstim him bc at that point his head goes blank, he’s the definition of fucked out. he enjoys every bit of the pleasure and pain with his jaw going slack and his body jolting so cutely. he can’t even think of anything clever to say let alone form a sentence, just moan after angelic moan

binnie - simultaneously the goodest and the whiniest boy on earth! he wants to be able to take it, to make you proud w how well he endures both the torturous rounds of edging and the overstimulation after, but he'll inevitably be whining up a storm the entire time. it’s embarrassing how he loses control of his body, bucking into into the air and letting pitiful little whimpers slip past his lips when the buildup of pleasure is lost yet again. he can’t help but make a few wrong moves out of reflex, like trying to gain friction to push himself over the edge or reaching for your hand with a whine when you pull away, but he immediately apologizes for it bc he really doesn’t mean to disobey you. you'd have to praise him through it all so he has the drive to keep going. he needs to hear those “good boy”s every time he’s left twitching without release, and he especially needs to hear you telling him how well he’s taking it once the overstim kicks in. tell him how pretty he looks, how beautiful he sounds, and he'll feel his chest swell with pride even as you stroke him until his dick is sore. his voice gets so sweet and high-pitched as he begs you to slow down, but he can take it all as long as your adoring words soothe him through it

hyunjin - how he handles edging depends on his mood that day. jinnie can either be the sweetest, most pliant baby boy or a little bit of a spoiled brat if he want to be put in his place. some days he’s so desperate for you that he’s grateful you’re even touching him at all, even when he feels his sanity slip more and more each time his orgasm is delayed. he moans out the prettiest, breathless “thank you” as his body squirms around in a frantic search of some relief. other days, he’s rolling his eyes, huffing, scoffing, whining, and grinding against the mattress when he doesn’t get what he wants. it gets harder for him to talk back the more you edge him though, his taunts morph into slurred, nonsense whimpers bc the only thing on his mind is how badly he needs to cum, he can’t find it in him to provoke you anymore. he definitely gets teary-eyed once he breaks and realizes you still have no intention of going easy on him. but regardless of if he’s being a brat or a good boy that day, he always loves the overstimulation. he writhes so beautifully in the sheets, arching his back and tossing his head around, you'd think he was trying to escape the pleasure but his cries for more say otherwise. he begs you to keep going even as his tears spill over, and once you're done with him he flashes you the cutest, blissed out lazy smile with his chest heaving and drool spilling from his lips

jisung - hannie starts off just happy that you're touching him esp if it's on a day where he was acting out for your attention, and he always naively thinks he's won once you get your hands on him. he's the easiest to break of all the boys, so it makes it extra fun to see how he reacts when you pull away right before he cums and he realizes what you're planning to do with him. his eyes get so wide and he immediately starts to whine, stutter out apologies and beg for you to take pity on him, he has absolutely no shame abt it. he keeps promising he'll do anything you say if you just let him cum, he'll obey you like a good boy!! if him whimpering "please, i can't take it ): i really can't take it anymore ):” with that irresistible pout doesn't sway you, then eventually he starts to tear up from frustration. he cries so sweetly bc it feels so good but it's not enough, he’s completely helpless and doesn’t know what to do w himself. he’s sensitive enough to accidentally cum even after you’ve pulled away, too, so you have to be careful not to push him too close to the edge. once you finally let him cum he just sobs even harder, bc now suddenly the pleasure he begged for is way too much. he moves around like crazy when the overstimulation kicks in, he's another one you might have to tie up just to contain his thrashing

felix - he loves this combination! it’s hardly a punishment at all for him, in fact, most of the time he’ll be the one asking you with the most innocent look on his face if you'll edge him until he's too far gone to even keep count anymore, then overstim him until he can’t remember his own name. he’s a good boy but his endurance isn’t the best. the repeated denial can get hard for him to take, but it's the overstimulation that he really wants, so he tries his best to power through without complaints bc his favorite part is what comes after. it makes lixie’s brain positively melt to have the promise of his orgasm dangled over his head for as long as you see fit, feel his high ebb and flow until he thinks he'll actually go crazy, and then feel it explode all at once in a slew of pleasure. he loves how dependent it makes him on you too, like he can trust you to decide what’s best for him, right down to whether or not he’s allowed feel good. he might break out into cute, desperate giggles when he really feels himself start to reach his limit bc he’s just so overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm when he finally climaxed and how it keeps amplifying the more you overstim him. he’s so grateful when he finally gets to cum, he’d definitely be babbling out “thank you”s over and over until it’s the only thing he knows how to say anymore bc the poor baby’s brain has gone haywire

seungmin - you will not find a more obedient or disciplined sub than kim seungmin (when he wants to be ofc…he’s very patient but that can be a double-edged sword in when he’s in the mood to be a brat) when he’s being a good boy he handles it like a champ! he wants to please you, and on top of that he actually has the self-control to tolerate being edged more than just a few times before he crumbles and starts whining. he enjoys taking things slow anyway, so he relishes in how you drag out his pleasure for longer than even he can imagine, it’s almost relaxing for him, to repeatedly stop right before he tips over the edge then hear your soothing voice murmur “good boy, just a few more, alright?” he’ll start to get breathless and pant harder and harder the longer it goes on, but even when his hair is sticky w sweat and his dick is practically glazed with all his precum, he bites his lip and powers through for you. the sight of overstimulated seungmo is so satisfying to watch. after what could be over an hour of you toying with his body with no relief, he unravels so beautifully when you finally let him cum and the pleasure he was dying for suddenly goes from not enough to too much all at once. it’s one of the few times you’ll ever really hear him get loud, his voice sounds so angelic ringing out in a helpless, sweet wail begging you to slow down. he definitely can’t handle the overstim as well as the edging but it’s a sight to die for

jeongin - he's like a combination of minho and chan; he doesn't have a lot of patience for edging, but he really wants to be able to do well for you. it makes things hard for poor innie bc on top of the ache that builds in his abdomen each time you edge him, he's also fighting an internal battle with himself trying to bite back the groans and pleas forming on his tongue. he’s another one who tends to squirm a lot and gasp out when you pull away at the last second, no matter how embarrassed he gets over his reactions he has a hard time controlling himself enough to stop, so he’ll be apologizing breathlessly through it all. he might also be prone to accidentally cumming even once you’ve stopped/slowed down. he gets worked up super fast so sometimes he surprises you w how quickly he reaches the brink of his climax again, but he always does his best to warn you before it happens. there’s only so much he can take before his desperation overpowers his desire to be good, though. he’ll start to get whinier and whinier the more you edge him (thinking of when he kept messing up at halli galli in that one live and started wailing “ah why? why? why?”smth like that hehe) he’s so so grateful when you finally let him finish, and he lets you know with the cutest choked moan how relieved he is. it feels amazing for the first few seconds, but it doesn’t take long for him to start twisting his hips wildly again once the overstim kicks in, this time, to escape the feeling rather than beg for more. he grits his teeth and hisses a lot, nodding frantically when you ask him if he can take more, no matter how much it aches. he definitely ends up a lil teary-eyed by the end of it too <3

#ask #💌 skz

[moonstruckme]

Eddie x Ballerina!Reader? Eddie goes to one of her recitals with his uncle because he knows that her parents don't go to those type of things so she's usually by herself, he also buys her some cute flowers♡

xoxo

Aw this is such a sweet idea! Hope you like it lovely <3

Eddie Munson x ballerina!reader ♡ 761 words

You don't have a lot of feelings about your recitals. They're an opportunity to dance—you love that part—but they don't really feel any different for you from your practices or when you dance around your apartment.

You watch the other dancers get jittery and excited, peering through the curtains to spot their friends and family, come to watch them do the thing they love most. For you, it's just a Saturday. Your parents stopped coming to these things when you were about ten, and once you could drive yourself they stopped even pretending they cared when your recitals were. You don't blame them, really—they're always on Saturday nights, when you know your exhausted parents would much rather be relaxing at home than watching an art form they don't really understand—but their absence stops you from inviting any friends, too. It's just too noticable, with all your peers rushing to meet their families after the show ends, greeted by boquets and praise. You're a bit embarrased, really, that your family won't do that for you, so best just to not invite anyone. For years, your recitals have passed unnoticed, and you're well used to it.

The crowd doesn't make you nervous, with no one in it to care if you mess up, so you hold you head high, neck long, as you walk out onto the stage, taking your place. When the lights turn on, shining almost directly into your eyes, it's easy to forget the crowd is there at all, and you launch into motion as the music begins. You let your muscles remember the steps for you, masking the precision of your movements through the fluidity of your limbs, every inch of your body becoming an extension of the strings, the woodwinds, the barely perceptible timpani.

You lose yourself so completely you hardly realize you're panting as you hold your final pose, the lights going down for you and the other dancers to make your exit. Applause fills the auditorium, along with loud whooping from someone who clearly doesn't know the etiquitte of ballet performances. You smile slightly at the sound; they probably just want to show support for someone they love, and you hope they're not being told off for it.

You go backstage to change costumes for your next dance, and repeat the process a few more times. You're surprised when after each performance, the same boisterous cheering comes from what you estimate to be the front row of the audience. By the time you finish your final dance of the night, they've begun whistling too, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it when everyone else is clapping politely. One of the dancers in your group must have someone who's really devoted to their support. As you leave the stage, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you find yourself scanning the first row in the darkness. Two pairs of eyes catch yours, and Eddie waves enthusiastically from beside his uncle Wayne. You almost stumble, managing to find your footing at the last second and avoid an embarrassing spill.

You've never changed clothes so quickly in your life. As soon as the doors to the auditorium open, you're rushing out to the first row, where Eddie's beaming at you like you've just won the Prix de Lausanne.

"Baby, that was amazing!" he gushes, and it looks like he means it, all dimples and giant, earnest eyes. Your heart swells, and you go to hug him, but stop when you see the flowers in his hand. Eddie follows your gaze. "Oh sorry," he says, like he's forgotten them. "These are for you."

"They're gorgeous. Thank you, Eds." You take them gingerly, hoping your face is conveying all the adoration you can't put into words. It sticks in your throat and builds pressure behind your eyes. You look past him, to Wayne. "Thank you both for coming, it's so sweet of you."

"Thanks for inviting us, kid. You were really something up there." Wayne smiles at you, and he has so much of Eddie's warmth you worry you're going to cry. You force yourself to smile back instead, wobbly as it is.

Eddie wraps an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple, and you know he can tell the way this is affecting you. You love him all the more for it. "My girl," he murmurs, "a ballerina. Think you could teach me some of those moves sometime? Might add something to my performance."

You laugh. "Anytime you want."

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

lea!!!!! I'm in my bed thinking about remus finding ways to spend extra time with you, specially when you're new in your relationship, we all know he is not very eloquent in expressing himself, that's why he tries to spend time with you more often. Kskjksksjlzx he is so cute :')

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“Sorry, Mrs Benson,” nearing the front door, you mumbled through the toothpaste foam filling your mouth, “I already told you, I haven’t seen your cat-,” your slightly defensive sentence crumbled as you swung the door open, revealing, not your neighbour as you had expected, but the unforeseen visage of your boyfriend patiently waiting on the other side, “Remus?” you blinked back at him, scrambling for a reason as to why he would show up at your doorstep, completely unannounced, just as you were getting ready for bed. 

“Hi love,” he smiled back at your frazzled form. 

Soft music still emanating from your phone balanced on the bathroom sink, heat quickly rose in your cheeks as your dishevelled state dawned on you, “I-…” toothpaste dripped from your lips, staining the pyjamas you wore, the embarrassing ones you had held on to since you were young just because the childish fabric was so soft and comfortable, “what are you doing here? Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, everything is fine,” he stepped inside as you moved for him to do so, “I just missed you and thought that maybe I could sleep here tonight,” he suggested warmly as the door clunked shut behind him.

“Here?” memories of how the newly found tango of you two sleeping in the same bed flooded your mind, causing fuzzy confusion to tint your tone as it usually involved certain distracting activities that weren’t exactly restful, “but don’t you have that meeting early tomorrow morning?” 

Shuffling back into the bathroom to rinse out your mouth, Remus followed along, “yeah, so?” he leaned against the doorframe and watched you shyly return to your nightly routine, “does that prohibit me from sleeping in your bed instead of my own?”

“No,” hands came to a scrambling halt in their attempt at closing the still-open jar of thick cream, your head whipping around to look at him, “I just-…” you felt your tense body begin to melt as the earnest way he was watching you sank in, “you really just came all the way over here purely to sleep beside me?”

“Pretty much,” he crossed his arms over his chest and let his head drop to the side, resting it against the doorframe as he then added, “you look beautiful by the way,” swiftly making you blush as the genuine adoration for the top of your greasy head to the bottom of your fuzzy socked feet shined through.

Biting down on your blooming smile, you walked closer and snaked your arms around his neck, “you’re perfect, you know that right?”

“Ah,” he exhaled, his broad palms swiftly curling around your waist, “I’m pretty sure you’re the perfect one here, darling,” he leaned down to seize your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Barely pulling back at all, you nuzzled your nose against his and teased, “you sure you didn’t just come over here to get some?”

“Are you crazy?” he mimicked appal, “I’ve got a meeting at 8 and we both know that a quickie with you is never just a quickie.”

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[writerblue275]

Heartsteel Ezreal NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Inspiration: Listen...it's feral hours. Used the NSFW Alphabet template from @the-coldest-goodbye for this!

Champion: Heartsteel Ezreal

Genre: Headcanon

Type: NSFW AS FUCK. 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!

TW: As I said. Smut as hell. Also cursing because I curse. Mention of various kinks. Very small mention of weapons in general.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Clingy but in a sweet way. Definitely very cuddly. If Ezreal’s not exhausted, he’ll go get water and a snack for both of you. Otherwise you’ll probably be leading most aftercare activities.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him: A curveball, but his neck/throat. It’s extremely sensitive and so when you mark him there or nibble/nip, he really feels amazing.

On you: Your hands. Ez loves lacing his fingers with yours. He also loves feeling them tug on his hair and cover his mouth to keep him quiet.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ezreal might be a little embarrassed to admit it, but he loves it when you make him finish on himself, like on his stomach. He adores how you kiss him and sweetly tease him about how much of a mess he made before you go get something to help clean him up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ez has recorded himself while jacking off and listened back to it a few times. Mostly out of curiosity.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

(Oooooh I’m going surprisingly back and forth on this)

Do I think Ezreal is the most experienced in Heartsteel? Absolutely not. But considering he’s in the early prime of his life, I’d imagine he has at least some experience. He definitely knows enough to know what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Oooh. Absolutely any position with you on top. Those positions drive Ezreal wild in the very best possible way. Especially if it’s a position where he can look up and watch you. He loves watching you take your pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on the context of the situation. Ez can certainly make you giggle and smile if the general vibe is on the playful or light-hearted side. Though he’s also incredibly earnest and sincere in his goal to pleasure you, and that can sometimes make him surprisingly serious if the vibe is more romantic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering Ez’s hair is GREEN…no the carpet does not match the damn drapes 😂. He’s blonde down there and he keeps things very tidy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ezreal can be romantic as fuck. Like if that’s what the mood calls for, he’s saying the most romantic things to you because he wants to really make sure you know how much he is head over heels for you. He’s lacing his hands with yours. He’s keeping eye contact because your expressions are the most attractive thing in the world to him. He’s saying “I love you” a LOT. Like he can make a moment really really intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you can’t be there, like he’s on tour or something and he can’t call you, then yeah Ez will get things done himself. But it’s definitely not his preference. Not when you love him so well.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hehe here we go: PRAISE. KINK. (Ezreal’s receiving love language is words of affirmation so it tracks.) Loves being tied up or blindfolded. Like a lot. Sensory play in general (like using ice cubes or candle wax). Can also see him being a fan of semi-public sex. Like dressing room before/after a show or something like that. So that could be classified as very very slight exhibitionism

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Generally Ez’s favorite location is at your place because then he can be louder and doesn’t have to hold back his reactions as much. But see above, he’s not opposed to semi-public places either.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

To be totally honest it doesn’t take much to get Ezreal going. Seeing you in a nice outfit or if he’s in close proximity to you are some things. And he definitely has a Pavlovian-esque response to any signature scent you wear (especially if it’s the same scent you wore the first time the two of you were intimate together).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving weapons. He’d be too nervous he’d accidentally hurt you. And I can’t really see Ez using degrading language with you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Of course Ez loves to receive head from you, but this man lives to give you oral. He loves feeling your fingers tangle in and tug on his long hair. He loves listening to you praise him (because he’s very very talented with that mouth ot his). He loves being able to pleasure you in this way.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again it really depends on the situation. If it’s a quickie backstage then the adrenaline is pumping and things are pretty fast and frantic. A super romantic date night? Definitely on the slow and sensual side. “Normal” day-to-day experiences are somewhere in the middle.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Big fan. The adrenaline rush from a quickie is something Ezreal enjoys. BUT he definitely also appreciates the moments where you two can take your time together and be thorough.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Ez is definitely down to try new things. Like obviously he has hard boundaries (such as no weapons) but anything that is within his hard boundaries he’s game to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Mmmmmm 2 rounds is the max like 95% of the time. Occasionally 3 if he’s really worked up. If it’s not a quickie then usually Ez lasts somewhere in the ballpark of 15 minutes per round, though usually that time gets shorter the more rounds he goes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh ABSOLUTELY. Ez absolutely has toys and will use them on himself, though even more so, he appreciates when you use them on him. He is also happy to let you use whatever he has and will absolutely use them on you, especially in the rare moments he takes the lead.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

While I think in general Ezreal is extremely teasing, when it comes to the bedroom, he likes to be the one being teased, not the other way around. Go for it. Tease him. He might whimper or let out a soft noise of complaint at how unfair you’re being, but he actually really enjoys it. You have the evidence right in front of you. 😉

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If you want/need him to be quiet, you’ll have to gag him with something. Ez is generally loud and it’s almost like he can’t help it. Moans, whimpers, whines, he does it all.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ezreal is a big fan of phone/facetime sex. He loves hearing you guide him and he loves guiding you and visualizing/seeing what you’re doing. The fact he can still make you feel good even when he’s not physically with you is something he really likes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5.5-6”-ish inches. Absolutely nothing to scoff at. Decently thick. What Ez has he definitely uses to both his advantage and yours (he’s got those dancer hips y’all…. 😏).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high. As previously said, it really doesn’t take much to get Ezreal going.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how many rounds. One round? Ezreal will be up for a little bit afterwards and he’s cuddling you and being very sweet. More than one? Oh he’s basically out like a fucking light switch.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! This was very fun to do. Should I do these for the other Heartsteel members? I think I might need to. 😏💙

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel x reader #reader insert #Heartsteel Ezreal headcanon #Heartsteel Ezreal x reader #heartsteel smut #Heartsteel Ezreal smut #ezreal x reader #ezreal smut #league of legends headcanon #this was very fun to write lmaoooo

[diorkyeom]

「✦」 oh, how i adore you | TEASER

joshua x dokyeom, non-idols, friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, inspired by "jump then fall" by taylor swift

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teaser word count: 860 (full fic ~ 22k)

warnings: none

notes: this was meant to be part of a svt fest but,,, the disorganization of the mods bothered me so i dropped out lmao. couldn't abandon the fic tho, so i finished it here! there are vvv blatant references to the song lyrics but like. it's a very seoksoo coded song. what can i say.

summary: "and joshua… well, joshua had realised something. seokmin’s laugh was, without a doubt, one of the best sounds that he had ever heard." - in which joshua always has and always will do anything for seokmin, and perhaps that should have been his first sign that he'd well and truly fallen for him a long, long time ago.

Joshua had met Lee Seokmin for the first time during his third year of university.

It had been an odd encounter, but it had been an encounter brought on by one Yoon Jeonghan, and so when Joshua thought about it, by that man’s standards it hadn’t really been all that odd in the slightest.

“Joshuji,” Jeonghan had declared one afternoon, opening the door and flouncing through the small dorm into their kitchen, dragging a tall boy by his oversized hoodie sleeve behind him. “Meet the first-year that I’ve collected this year.”

Joshua, who had been peacefully sipping his fifth coffee of the day, didn’t even bat an eye at Jeonghan’s declaration. “Another one?”

Even in the present, Joshua could very truthfully admit that Jeonghan had been the sole reason he’d decided to carry on going to uni in Korea and not turn on his heel and return to the States three months after the first day. 

It was because Jeonghan had had this… thing, where he liked ‘collecting’ first-years in their literature department who he wanted to take under his wing. During their first year at uni, he’d latched onto Joshua, who’d been a confused Korean-American student that Jeonghan had, for some reason, taken an immense liking to. Their second year, it had been Lee Jihoon, prickly and snappish but who had a hyper boyfriend who Jihoon stared at with hearts in his eyes.

It was a weird, almost mother hen-like act from Jeonghan, but it was a sweet habit, and Joshua had long since given up questioning anything that he did. 

And so, a little absently, Joshua had turned to look over at Jeonghan’s newest adoptee, a polite smile on his face, before promptly freezing.

“Meet Lee Seokmin,” Jeonghan had said, proudly, like a mother introducing her favourite son. “Isn’t he just the cutest?”

Joshua blinked rapidly, because goodness, Lee Seokmin really was cute.

He was biting his lips nervously, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie before Joshua finally made eye contact with him, and his eyes rounded as if surprised that Joshua had looked his way.

And then Seokmin waved, before ducking his head, as if attempting to (unsuccessfully) hide behind Jeonghan’s much shorter form. The action was so startingly cute that Joshua couldn’t help the genuine smile that tugged at his lips, giving a small wave back even if Seokmin looked too busy avoiding his gaze to see it.

“Hello,” Joshua said, and awfully, his voice managed to crack on that single word. Jeonghan stifled a snort. So, in order to cover the awkwardness, Joshua did something even more awkward, and stuck his hand out in Seokmin’s direction. “I’m Joshua Hong. Or, Hong Jisoo. You can call me whatever’s easiest.”

Seokmin had stared down at his hand for several seconds, confused, and Joshua wanted nothing more than to turn back time and restart this entire interaction because really, how much more embarrassing could this get?

Before he could retract his hand, trying to forget the handshake and hopefully forget the new layer of awkwardness, Seokmin leaned over and grasped Joshua’s hand, strands of hair falling into his eyes as he looked up at Joshua, eyes startlingly warm and earnest.

His hair was awfully fluffy, Joshua realised suddenly. And he had big eyes.

He looked like a large, adorable puppy, if adorable puppies were tall uni students who drowned themselves in oversized hoodies.

Seokmin’s cheeks were rather flushed as he shook Joshua’s hand, eyes wide. He had a brief thought that maybe Jeonghan had chased him around their apartment block until he finally reached their floor.

Jeonghan did that sometimes.

And then Seokmin smiled, so brightly like a blinding beam of sunlight, his earlier perceived shyness completely forgotten as he released Joshua’s hand and instead lunged forward to engulf the elder in a hug.

“Hello!” Seokmin chirped, arms still wrapped around Joshua’s shoulders, and when he pulled away, he was still smiling so widely that Joshua felt a little dazed. “It’s nice to meet you, Jeonghan hyung’s told me a lot about you. I like your eyes! Can I call you Shua hyung?”

Joshua blinked rapidly, surprised by the sudden and random bout of chatter coming from the boy, but Seokmin’s eyes were lit up with that white gold light and he was so cute that Joshua couldn’t be anything but endeared.

“Sure,” he said amusedly, and marvelled internally at how Seokmin’s eyes crinkled and he seemed to vibrate happily on the spot. “You can call me Shua hyung.”

Seokmin let out a small laugh, delighted. “Shua hyung!” he cried, and then launched himself into Joshua’s arms again, pulling him in for another hug as the elder stumbled back, arms wrapped securely around Seokmin for balance.

Jeonghan had met Joshua’s eyes over Seokmin’s shoulders, face set in a curiously indecipherable expression. When Joshua furrowed his brows, he just grinned, nodding proudly. “Seems like I chose my first-year very well.”

And, well, Joshua couldn’t say anything at that, because Seokmin still had his face buried in his shoulder and he was just so warm and friendly and also because—

Because Jeonghan might have been the tiniest bit correct.

#diorkyeom ᰔ fics #svt #seventeen #dokyeom #joshua #seoksoo #svt fic #joshua hong #dk #svt fanfic #seventeen fic #lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #hong jisoo #ao3 #svt fluff #joshua fluff #dokyeom fluff #dk fluff #svt x reader #joshua fic #dokyeom fic #dk fic #ao3 writer

[prototypelq]

DMC crew and the impressions of casual touch they give off because I can

Disclaimer - everyone in DMC has a problem with casual touch; this is written for my gen pleasure, no ships here

Nero: as the true punk boy - half of the time he expresses affection with punches, and is a little embarrassed. Has the closest to 'normal' reaction to casual touch as Spardas get. Lots of shoulder&fist bumps with Nico. Few people will get actual hugs from him and they are very good, probably grips a little too hard, but that's how he expresses earnestness. Kyrie gets extremely soft hugs though.

Kyrie: warm and enveloping hugs, she is a sweet person and Will hug someone if she thinks they need it. On the other hand I wish we could see her slap some sense into someone (*cough* Vergil *cough*)

Nico: limited to shoulder&fist bumps, no hugs. Very casual with touch

Lady&Trish: I don't think either of them has any idea what casual touch even means, touch aversive

Lucia: she is unsure if other people would like to be friends with her, so if there are hugs they will be a little needy, but she is very-well meaning in her touch. If sure of friendship, she is very good with casual touch. 10/10 hand-holding

Vergil: if our favourite iceberg man ever gets over himself and finally hugs someone (for his own sake) it will be stiff, because he is definitely unused to casual touch, but also the hug will be somewhat forceful because, damn this man Needs them. Will hug once in a few years. Is completely immune to closeness with Dante, enjoys it nonetheless.

Dante: 'masking as clown'-wise he forces all types of casual touch and it can be uncomfortable - that is the point - Dante generally does not want people get close to him. After 5, however he is much more casual, maybe a little awkward because he is unused to not-hiding, and always struggles to accept people wanting to be close with him. Vergil gets genuine affectionate touch, little-brother-annoying touch (will clingy-piggyback Vergil when he can) the whole shbang. Nero gets warm and enveloping hugs, because Dante Adores his nephew, especially when he acts like a punk then it's noogie time.

Patty: she is a lady, thank you very much, so can be aloof with touch, but she is actually very good at it. Will bodily throw herself at Dante at almost every opportunity (he is absolutely wrapped around her little finger so always catches her and spins around a little) , mandatory hand-holding for him too. Will high-five Nero a lot.

bonus Morrison: he will not touch these weirdos

#dmc brainrot is coming back #even if there is literal stampede finale today #dante has been adopted as a father-figure by patty no i will not take any criticism #can you feel my desparation for her to be more featured in dmc #patty is a treasure she was there for dante when he was in an extremely bad place and she deserves more attention #dmc #dmc lucia #dante sparda #nero sparda #vergil sparda #the sparda trinity #patty lowell #also known as the best girl in dmc #sorry kyrie fans she's great too #patty propaganda #patty adopted dante as her father figure #patty and nero are cousins

[jessicas-pi]

Some people kill their darlings. Me, personally? I mortify my blorbos. sounds like a very interesting fic that would probably vaporize me with secondhand embarrassment easily, so im very curious about it

YEEEHAAA

Okay okay so this scene, which I have temporarily dubbed In Which Tristan Steals Half A Letter And Mandalorian Sibling Rivalries Get A Little Violent, is from the very beginning of Paint Bombs, Pixie Cuts, And Elopement, and it is only the first of MANY increasingly mortifying situations!!

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Sabine had been so distracted, she hadn’t realized she was no longer the only person in her library.

Tristan had breezed in, settled down in her abandoned spot on the lounge, and picked up the letter from Ezra.

“Hey! That’s personal!” she snapped, jumping up and snatching it from him.

Her brother looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?”

Sabine stomped back over to her desk and sat down, pulling out a second sheet of paper. “It means that it’s my business, not yours.”

“As your older brother, I think it is my business. After all, you’ve been sending a concerning amount of letters to him, and you won’t let anyone else see his replies.”

“Because it’s personal,” she repeated, not bothering to explain that out of the last six letters she’d sent, he only bothered to reply to the last one, and not very nicely, either.

“Which is exactly why we’re all worried.” She hunched her shoulders and focused on writing.

She was a few paragraphs in when he spoke again. “And it looks like I was right to be worried, because this, little sister, is a pretty compromising letter.”

Sabine blinked, bewildered. “Compromising?” She turned around in her seat and let out a furious cry. That letter—it had had two pages, and Tristan must have let her only snatch the first page without her noticing, because he had the second one in his hand now. “Tristan!”

“Oh, yes, very compromising. I quote—” He held up the letter and read aloud. “It was so nice of you to use all those tender words in your last message to me—have you been writing love notes?”

What she had been writing was a horribly rude letter where she called Ezra every name she could think of, and he’d got sarcastic over it in his reply, which Tristan had to know because the next sentence of that letter was a few of those phrases quoted, but he was apparently being a very selective reader now.

So, Sabine didn’t explain, and just stood, clenching her jaw. “Give me that, and get out of my library.”

He just reclined on the lounge, grinning and kicking his feet up. “You know, I’ve had a few… ah… romantic escapades, in my time. I can be trusted with a secret. So confide in me. Exactly what sweet nothings have you been writing to your adoring Prince?”

“Give it to me and get out, Tristan!”

“Should I make some guesses?” Tristan asked, jumping to his feet to avoid the sofa pillow she hurled at him. Sabine followed him, advancing slowly, fists clenched. “I bet he sends you long letters about his earnest and eternal love, and you send him back coquettish garbage acting like you don’t understand anything he says, so he’ll say it to you again.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she snapped, snatching at the sheet of paper that he held away from her.

“Oh, no, it happens all the time. I’ve fallen for it myself. I still have the letters I got from my old sweetheart when I was your age, if you need proof. Or reference materials for the next time you write—I’m sure the little minx wouldn’t mind you borrowing a few of her shameless hints for your own flirtation.”

“It’s not a flirtation!”

“My bad,” Tristan sang, dodging around a chair so it was between the two of them, and moving side to side in time with her to keep it that way. “But in my defense, I had no idea you and he were serious.”

“We’re not!”

“When did you two first get an understanding?”

“We don’t have one!”

“Now that I look back—this all started last summer, when we were in Jedha, didn’t it? He must have been trying to win your heart then, and I can only assume you strung him along for weeks like the sadistic little witch you are, before you gave in.”

She cursed at him, no longer cold from the drafty walls but so warm she felt like she was crawling out of her own skin. She didn’t know if it was from the excitement of finally getting the letter, the heat of the fire, or the flustered burning in her face, and she didn’t really care.

“I may regret asking this,” Tristan said without a trace of regret, whatsoever, at all, in a million years. “But how did ol’ Prince Di’kut manage to woo you? Did he act gallant and noble and play at courting you? Or was this a…” Tristan wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in to whisper, momentarily dropping his guard. “A passionate-midnight-meetings sort of affai—”

Sabine’s fist connected with his nose.

#thank you for the ask!! #and... yeah umm... sorry this took so long for me to answer. 😅 #Turns out there was a minor continuity error in the snippet vs. the revised fic plot #and fixing it spiraled in a way somewhat similar to pulling a loose thread and then half the sweater unravels #HOWEVER the resulting multiple 2AM Overthinking Sessions did realign the plot splendidly and fixed the loose thread so. um. anyway. #star wars #star wars rebels #sabine wren #tristan wren #sabezra #star wars medieval au #fic snippet #fic sneak peek #i love writing characters teasing other characters so you can imagine i had a blast with this lol #dont worry about sabine and ezras fight here btw it's nothing serious for them #theyre just going through Teen Drama

[sasuke-kun0]

She looking at me and I’m looking at her~

Adult! Denki kaminari x reader imagines

Summary: just to play it safe for my first try on tumblr imma make a scenario of our pikachu falling in love with our lovely reader

Reader identifies as a girl (I’m sorry to the gender neutral ppl T^T) Pls enjoy <33

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Kaminari:

- Denki has always been a player like have you seen this guy flirt? Even as one of the top twenty ranking heros in Japan mans does not stop playing the game and he may not be successful but hey- the dude is trying

- Mina and you have already been friends since both of your 3rd year internships but have only started publicly hanging out when the two of you became official heros

- She Introduced you to the group during one of the many get togethers the squad has

- And as expected the group was extremely welcoming of you especially boom boom boy himself (he didn’t pay attention to you at all)

- But denki? The moment you walked into the room he could’ve sworn he felt an arrow pierce through his heart if not his soul

- And I’m not talking about a tiny crush like he usually had no- MANS WAS DEEPLY INTO YOU

- He knew his normal pick up lines wouldn’t work on you, he could not mess this one up so he got an idea

- Did you think it would be a smart one? He’s a human charger ffs 🤦‍♀️

- Kami thought that if he drank just enough alcohol to give him the confidence (and the chance to forget whatever stupid choice he made) he would be able to talk to you

- Did it work? Yes and no

- After a couple rounds of drinking (I’m being earnest) he found the courage to talk to you hoping to impress you with a small but cute introduction

- What he didn’t know was that you didn’t need an introduction bc you knew the spark plug from the start I mean cmon he’s a hero just like you are

-He also didn’t know that you’d been crushing on him since the moment Mina had talked about him (Mina loves her boys even if they are a tiny bit chaotic)

- So when he had introduced himself, you had to keep your cool because your crush had started talking to you

- “are you a cheat sheet? Cause you’re the answer to all my problems”

- yeah.. he had too much to drink even for the scale, however, a certain pinky just found it too cute to let go and suggested that you watch over the guy while she calls Shinsou to take him back home

- flustered but determined you promise her he’ll be with you safe and secure (somewhat) but after the many complaints of being “too heavy” he decided to take a tiny nap on your lap

- you’re burning inside but damn girl I gotta give you pointers for your poker face

- after registering that he’s currently laying in your lap and thinks that you’re gonna rant to Mina how of an annoying person he is (bby needs a break) he feels guilty and I think he’s even close to crying

- “I’m.. ssorry for making you uncomfortable if I did, I ffound you sho frickin cute and I dint wanna embarrass myself but it turns out I didn’t need to try.. I apologize.. for my behaviour.. cutie”

- he says slurring a little bit with pink hues on his adorable cheeks

- your felt your heart flip inside of your rib cage and even felt a tiny ache even when you didn’t mind his attempts at flirting with you- hell, you found it the sweetest thing ever

- you chuckle and look down at his sweet adoring eyes that shimmer in the disco light, “it’s okay kami-san I don’t mind it at all.. in fact I loved it” you become shy saying the last part but he still managed to hear you

- Denki thinks he’s dreaming no fuck that he decided that he was so drunk he probably hit his head somewhere and started hallucinating because there is no way this hell of an embarrassment actually worked

- you continue, “I’ve actually liked you for a while now so.. it’s really flattering to see my favourite hero.. find me attractive hehe” you giggle

- he has also decided that your laugh is the most beautiful sound on this planet and that he might wanna record it to just listen to it again

- he sits up straight to look at you in the eyes and yours widen at the close proximity, Denki takes your beauty in and sighs at how lucky he is just by being close to you, breathing the same oxygen as you; but then he registers what you said a minute before

- “wait.. you.. liked..me?” He mutters in syllables trying to fathom the sentence. You laugh at his expression and say yes despite the red burning on your cheeks

- once he finally processed what you said (it took him about 42 seconds) he suddenly stood up and went on his knees in front of your lap, you stay still on the seat in confusion and in shock

- “w-what? Um kami-san what are you-“ he stops you, “once I’m sober can I take you out to dinner?” He says in a determined manner, eyes sparkling with hope

- you think you died at some point and your body is just denying it, you don’t even feel the seat you’re sitting on

- having processed what was asked, you reply with a huge smile despite your blazing red face that could even be compared to Kirishima’s hair

- even when shinsou had taken him home grumbling about how he needs to hold back with the drinks.. denki kaminari couldn’t wait to wake up (with a major hangover but he could really care less) and go on a date with his cutie

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I Hope you enjoyed! And pls let me know if there are any suggestions you guys would make about my writing style or maybe even suggest who I will write about next! Next time lovelies

MWAH <333

#fluff #mha #bakusquad #denki x reader #mina ashido

[lilypadlys]

Floating

Summary: Rain goes to Aether to get out of his head for a while. Aether makes sure he's properly taken of.

Ship: Aether/Rain

Word Count: 1,528

Rating: Mature

Tags: quintosis, bondage, body worship, aftercare, them being gross and in love.

AO3 or below the cut

“That’s it. Just relax for me.” Aether coos. He runs his hand over Rain’s forehead, brushing the hair out of his face. Rain eyelids flutter and he sighs as Aether channels a bit more quintessence into him. They’ve barely started and the water ghoul already looks blissed out; normally sea green eyes gone hazy violet.

Rain came to him begging Aether to help get him out of his head for a little while. Aether is happy to oblige, unable to say no to Rain. Now the water ghoul is sprawled out on Aether’s bed, naked, wrists cuffed to the headboard, and doped up on quintessence. Aether thinks the cuffs are overkill. The dizzy haze Rain is in enough to keep him pliant and unresistant. He isn’t complaining though. Rain actually asked for it and he looks gorgeous like this. Aether tells him as much.

“Look at you. So pretty for me.”

Rain has just enough presence of mind left to blush slightly and turn his face away. Aether can see how his cock kicks at the words though.

“C’mere.” Aether gently tilts Rain’s face back towards him. “Want to kiss those adorable lips.”

He pulls Rain into a gentle kiss, their tongues lapping into each other’s mouths, tasting each other. It's easy and reverent. When Aether pulls away, Rain tries to follow. He seems confused when the cuffs and heaviness of his limbs hold him back. He whines softly, brow scrunched and bottom lip pressed out in a pout.

“It’s okay, Guppy. I’m here.” Aether leans back in to plant feather light kisses all over Rain’s face and neck, causing him to giggle. “You like that?”

Rain nods.

Aether proceeds to pepper him in more kisses, gradually working his way down to Rain’s chest. As Aether sucks a nipple into his mouth, Rain’s giggles are cut short by a gasp. Aether laves his tongue over one then the other, rolling the opposite bud in his calloused fingers. Rain squirms a little, ticklish, but pushes his chest into the sensations all the same.

After thoroughly worshiping Rain’s pert nipples, Aether continues downward. He brushes his lips over Rain’s abdomen and inner thighs but teasingly stops his trail of kisses before where Rain really wants them. When Rain cants his hips up, Aether chuffs.

“Patience Tadpole.” He chides with no real bite.

Rain’s bottom lip puffs out in a pout but does his best to hold his hips still as Aether sucks purple marks into his inner thighs. Rain just closes his eyes, lids heavy, and basks in the feeling of floating. As a result, he has no warning when Aether finally touches him. The first decadent squeeze of Aether’s fist around his length has his eyes shooting open. The first slow stroke, root to tip, has his hips bucking and a keen leaving his lips.

“You make such sweet noises like this.” Aether grins.

Normally Rain would bite his lip or clench his jaw to keep the noises in, embarrassed at how high and feminine he sounds. Thanks to the fog clouding his head though, all he can do is whimper and thrust up to meet Aether’s hand.

“That's right. Take what you need.”

The praise goes straight to Rain’s cock. He can feel heat pooling in his gut already, the quintessence amplifying the sensation.

“Aeth-mmh!” Rain’s mutter is cut off by a moan as Aether begins to work him over in earnest.

“Please-ahh! Please Aeth.” Rain whimpers, on the edge.

“I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

Permission granted, Rain cums with a sob, the force of the quintessence aided orgasm making his head spin. Aether strokes him through it as pleasure turns to overstimulation. Rain expects Aether to pull away at any second. Instead he squeaks in surprise as Aether dips forward and takes the head of Rain’s cock into his mouth.

Rain is shaking now in pleasure pain as Aether expertly sucks him off. He begins to struggle. Tries to wiggle away, but Aether holds him steady, gripping Rain’s hips hard enough to bruise. Aether takes him down fully before sliding off with a pop.

“Color, baby?”

“Green.” Rain sighs breathily. “I’m green.”

“Then I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Aether promises before redoubling his efforts.

All Rain can do is lie back and ride it out. The quintessence has his orgasm building all over again, even this soon. Just when he thinks he can’t take anymore, Aether teases his fingers through the slick coating Rain’s hole. He traces his fingertips around the fluttering rim and without warning slides one in. There’s no resistance thanks to the copious amounts of slick Rain’s producing. Aether curls his finger just right and Rain makes a choked out noise as he’s thrown over the edge into his second orgasm of the night. He shoots his load down Aether’s throat, and the quintessence ghoul swallows it all greedily.

As Rain comes down from it, Aether surges up to catch him in a kiss, letting Rain taste himself on Aether's lips. When they break for air, Aether leans back to admire the lanky form of the water ghoul laid out before him.

“Look at you.” He purrs, licking his lips clean. “Being so good and letting me take care of you.”

All Rain can manage in response is a sleepy chirp.

“How are you doing sweet boy? Feeling good?”

Rain nods with a contented sigh.

Aether presses a kiss to Rain’s forehead. “Up for a little more?” His hand rubs teasingly across Rain’s thigh.

Rain nods again.

“Words darling.”

“Please. Yes. Need you.” Rain can feel his cock stiffening again already. He’d beg for more stimulation if Aether told him too.

Luckily for him, Aether wastes no time in working Rain open. Rain keens with it as Aether strokes his prostate with two and then three fingers. When the quintessence ghoul scissors his fingers, Rain can feel a third orgasm looming. He whines when he feels those skilled digits withdraw.

“Just a second dear.” Aether says, slicking up his own cock and gently nudging Rain’s legs apart. He kneels between them and lines himself up. When the head of his cock brushes against Rain’s hole, the water ghoul huffs and jerks his hips.

“Ready for me?”

“Please!” Rain chokes out, desperate.

Aether thrusts in slowly and they both groan at the sensation.

“So tight.” Aether grunts as he slides in.

Rain just moans and throws his head back as he’s filled up.

When Aether bottoms out, Rain can’t help but clench down and it’s Aether’s turn to gasp. He holds steady, both to let Rain adjust to the stretch, but also to quell the heat in his own gut. He’s not ready for this to be over quite yet.

Finally, Aether begins tentative rolls of his hips. Taking the breathy sounds coming from the water ghoul as a good sign, he begins to thrust in and out for real. He starts slow, making Rain feel each and every inch of his thick length. Quickly though, need takes over and his thrusts become fast and hard. Aether lifts one of Rain’s legs up over his shoulder, allowing him leverage to thrust harder and deeper.

With Rain’s hips lifted, the new angle is devastating. Rain starts to tremble and babble incoherently.

“C-close!” He finally manages.

“Me too, Darling.”

Just a few more thrusts and Rain is gone. The way he clenches down flings Aether into his own orgasm. Aether works them both through it before stilling his hips as they both pant. After catching his breath, Aether pulls out as gently as possible as they both hiss in overstimulation. Aether reaches up to undo the cuffs, and then flops down next to the boneless water ghoul. He wraps his arms around him, Rain’s back to his chest. Aether nuzzles the nape of his neck and praises him.

“You did such a good job Rainbow. I’m so proud of you. So good for me.”

Rain is floating, too far gone to really hear, much less understand the words. All the same, he pushes back into Aether; into the rumble of his voice in his chest. It tethers him and slowly guides him back. When he finally comes back to himself, it’s to Aether braiding small sections of his hair and humming softly.

“You back with me love?”

“Yeah.” Rain purrs. “Thanks.”

“Of course sweetheart. Feel better?”

“Lots.”

“What do you need now? Want to get cleaned up?” Aether takes in the mess decorating the water ghoul’s chest.

Rain yawns. “Wanna sleep.”

“Alright.” Aether smiles. “Let's get you some water first and then you can go ahead and take a nap. Afterwards, we’ll get you all cleaned up and get some fresh sheets. That sound good?”

“Uh huh.” Rain hums, eyes already fluttering.

Aether helps him sit up just long enough to take a few slips from the water bottle he’d left on the nightstand. After a minute, Rain pushes it away in favor of settling back down. He pulls Aether with him, rolling over to face him and pressing himself into Aether’s chest.

“Sweet dreams Darling.” Aether kisses Rain’s head.

Rain just snuggles in closer.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether/rain #ghost fanfiction #spicy tag #lys writes

[needlab7]

hi i just finished your vwbb fic and im in shambles

the way you wrote wolfwoods steadfast comforting presence, the hole of his absence, his gentle kindess, his everything... the way vash sees and feels about him is how i feel and felt about him while reading trimax and seeing the way i love him perfectly reflected in the way vash does was an absolutely indescribable experience i honestly dont know how to put into words

the trust and the 'of course he catches him', the warmth, every time vash describes something about him as dear or darling or calls him his dearest friend- wolfwood is so so loved, as he should be, as he deserves to be...

and their constant back and forth and how considerate and attentive they are of each other when one of them misses a step, the understanding between them even when they cant say the words, their little 'wolfwood' 'hm?' thing with vash calling his name for reassurance or just because he can and wolfwood always always answering it, 'and silently slipping the promise of every year he has left into the margins' oh god...

im crying writing this, ive cried multiple times while reading, i cried after finishing reading, and i will probably cry again thinking about wolfwood and this fic, thank you so unbelievably much

Hi!! Oh my goodness, I am also crying with you !! ;v;

You are so sweet, I don’t even know where to start. Thank you so much for saying all of that <3 I was dumb enough to open this at work and was frantically fanning my face like no! you cannot cry here!

I’m so glad that you saw a reflection of your feelings about Wolfwood in the way I wrote him and the way that Vash views him. I tried to make him as gentle and soft as I possibly could while maintaining his snappishness because he really is a very tenderhearted person who never got a chance to be. Life and circumstance forced him to be violently defensive of himself and those he loves, and that driving part of his personality and the fear behind it don’t go away. But now he gets to be protective in the gentle way of a big brother or of a dear friend

This is the kind of domestic life he always should have been allowed to have. And now he is able to shed a lot of his self-protective defenses and let himself be as vulnerable as he wants and to feel safe doing it, even if it’s uncomfortable or he stumbles along the way. Because Vash will be there to catch him, too

And of course Vash adores him. But he also sees Wolfwood as the flawed person that he is, and he loves him for and despite it. They annoy each other and piss each other off sometimes, but at the end of the day there is just so much love and care and respect. And it’s fun for them in a strange sort of way to get to be angry about things that matter, but things where the stakes are so far below the life and death level they are used to. Things that they can get past with a huffy conversation or a few hours spent ignoring one another

All of their unspoken communication and awareness drive me absolutely up the wall. I had so much fun trying to find ways that they could learn to fill out and grow together when they’ve both been confined to these restrictive roles for most of their lives. And how they can recognize in one another just how hard they’re trying, and be respectful of the difficulty and thankful for the effort. 

They just…they just love each other so much ;; and I wanted to give them this peaceful and mundane future where they get to be earnest and then embarrassed about it, and say goofy things and heartfelt things and to reach out for help in whatever clumsy ways they are learning to be okay with, and to know ultimately that they are understood and they are loved

This kind of devolved into me just rambling about vashwood…

But again, thank you so so much. Truly, I am so happy that I was able to touch you in some way with this fic, and I am indescribably grateful that you would take the time to let me know <3

#ask #oh this is going behind a read more because it got so long #anon I am so sorry you sent me this precious message and i word vomited all over you #i just have a lot of vashwood feelings bless me #i hope you have the most amazing day

[subskz]

basic training - b.c

content: sub chan, dom reader, unprotected sex, puppy play, dacryphilia, light humiliation, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, praise, female reader

word count: 3.1k

“Quit squirming, Channie,” you murmured.

A weak sound of embarrassment escaped Chan as you tugged experimentally on the leash you’d fastened to his collar. The leather was wrapped snugly around his neck. Black, just the way he liked it.

“Sorry,” he breathed. Despite the apology, his restless shifting between your legs didn’t let up. You tried to maintain your composure as his length pressed against you each time he wriggled around, sending tiny sparks throughout your body.

He was hard and heavy against your folds, twitching a ridiculous amount considering the fact that he wasn’t even inside you yet. In a way, it was cute.

You knew the only thing stopping him from losing his last shred of self-control and surging his hips forward was your simple command. Even if he ached more and more with each passing second, nothing could ever overpower his desire to please you.

It was hardly a mystery why the collar and leash had come into play so naturally.

“Mm…please,” he strained, finally allowing his patience to slip just a bit. “Please, can I put it in now?”

Chan didn’t like to rush you—a trait that was constantly at war with how pitifully easy it was for him to get riled up. He always tried his very best not to beg for it, because in his mind, a good boy shouldn’t have to ask for his rewards. If he truly deserved it, then he believed you would give it to him.

Unfortunately for Chan, your logic wasn’t quite so simple. No matter how well he followed your every order, searching your face for some sign of validation before making any move, you knew you would torture him until his breaking point if it meant getting to hear those irresistible whines of his.

“Hm…I dunno,” you replied at last, fighting back a grin when his hopeful expression faltered. “You sure you’ll be able to handle it, puppy?”

He ducked his head, the effects of your teasing going straight to the tips of his ears, dusting them red. Your fingers trailed up his neck, brushing over his collar and giving the tag a playful flick.

“We both know Channie isn’t the big bad wolf everyone thinks he is,” you continued. “The moment you’re inside me you can’t even think straight.”

Chan’s whimper of protest did nothing to help his case. He jerked against you involuntarily, and your spine tingled when you felt his precum leaking out of his slit and onto your skin, hypersensitive with arousal.

Using your index finger, you tilted his chin up to lock his gaze with yours. Thinking of a defense in his current state was difficult enough for Chan already, but when under your amused stare, his brain may as well have turned to mush.

“I can do it,” he mumbled, lips even puffier than usual with the way he was pouting. “Wanna show you how good I can be for you. Please, let me.”

There was no hint of insincerity in his voice, just the pure, honest desire to satisfy you. It almost made you feel guilty, messing with him when he was so adorably earnest. But there was nothing you loved more than seeing someone as bashful as Chan lose all composure and plead shamelessly for release.

“Eager little puppy. I wonder if you’ll last?” you hummed. As if on instinct, Chan rolled his hips, hissing at your wet warmth that was practically taunting him at this point. “Alright, Channie. Show me how a good boy fucks.”

The gentle tone of your voice set something off in him, and without wasting another moment, he took his length into his shaky fingers and aligned himself with your entrance. You didn’t miss the way his dark eyes gleamed as he studied the spot your bodies met. Swallowing hard, he pushed the head of his cock past your soaking lips and slid inside, not stopping until his skin slapped against yours.

His mouth fell open as he did, releasing a sweet, drawn-out moan that you might have thought was exaggerated if you hadn’t known Chan any better. Hearing his voice ring out made your walls clench around him even tighter, and his hands flew to your thighs, clutching them in an attempt to ground himself.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you relished in the way his cock pressed against your most sensitive spots so perfectly, fulfilling a need that you could never quite describe. Chan’s breathing grew heavier and heavier the more your velvety insides sucked him in, and it didn’t take long for him to become restless again.

“Please,” he gasped out. “M-move…can I move?”

Steadying your own breathing, you spun the hand that gripped his leash twice, wrapping it tightly around your palm and pulling him closer so your lips were just centimeters apart. “Be patient, puppy,” you chided. “You fill me up so well, don’t you? I still need to get used to it.”

Chan managed a weak nod, cheeks flushing at your praises. It was no secret that everything he did was for the sake of your approval, but that didn’t change the fact that the second he earned it, he never knew what to do with himself.

You took a few moments to adjust to his size, shifting around admittedly more than necessary just to push his limits. Chan practically squeaked, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh to stop himself from bucking like a wild animal. He nuzzled his nose against yours in a silent plea, and you finally closed the distance between you. Chan groaned the moment your lips connected, letting all his pent up frustration loose as he kissed you hungrily.

You lost yourself in the soft warmth of his mouth, the heat between you growing rapidly when Chan’s tongue lapped against yours, like he was begging to have all of your senses focused on him. The kiss grew messier and messier until you found the resolve to break it, leaving him to whine in quiet disappointment.

You cupped his cheek with your free hand, smearing the saliva on his lower lip with your thumb. “No cumming until I say, okay? Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes,” Chan breathed instantly. “God, yes. Please,”

You gave his face an affectionate pat and leaned back, making sure the leash was still secure in your hand. “That’s my boy,” you cooed. Tugging at the leather, you wordlessly commanded him to get started, finally granting the permission that he’d been working so hard to earn.

In a flash, Chan began to move, pulling all the way out until just the swollen tip of his cock was left inside, before snapping forward all at once. The speed of his thrust earned a sharp moan from the both of you, making his heart jump in his chest. He repeated the action without missing a beat, already longing to be engulfed in your wet heat again the moment the feeling left him.

Chan’s gasps filled the room, mixing with the jingling of his collar and the delicious smacking of skin on skin. Just as you’d teased him for earlier, his thoughts quickly became muddled, pleasure clouding his mind and robbing him of any coherent speech.

“Feels good, baby?” you asked sweetly.

Chan surged his head forward in response, nestling his face in your chest and babbling out something that resembled agreement. His mouth moved along your skin almost obsessively, kissing and nibbling at every spot he came in contact with until he found what he was looking for. You shivered as his puffy lips wrapped around your nipple, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.

The slickness of his mouth added another layer to your own pleasure, and you brought your free hand up to cradle his head, pulling him closer to you. Chan’s poorly restrained moans quieted down a bit as he sucked, pawing softly at your other breast. “That’s it,” you encouraged. “Keep it up, alright?”

He hummed against you, unwilling to pull away so he could answer properly. You might have scolded him if he didn’t look so cute clinging to the comfort of your chest like his life depended on it. Gently, you brushed through his curls, continuing to whisper praises. Despite how peaceful the sight of you two appeared from the waist up, the jerking of Chan’s hips had become borderline primal. He was less controlled in his movements, but remained just as powerful, bottoming out inside you with each thrust to create a filthy sound that made him dizzy. 

His fingers pressed urgently into your soft skin, squeezing and palming everywhere they roamed. You couldn't help but jolt as he angled himself so that his tip brushed against your sweet spot each time he buried himself inside your walls. Combined with his slick tongue swirling over your nipple, you felt the pressure in your core begin to heighten.

Suddenly, Chan pulled away from your chest, letting out a broken groan, one that almost sounded like he was in pain. “S’good,” he slurred, pulling away from your chest to leave sloppy kisses along your collarbones. “Am I doing o-okay? ‘M I good? Please—hah—please tell me ‘m good.”

You gave his head a soothing scratch, letting the fondness slip into your voice. “You’re doing so well, Channie. Such a good boy, working so hard for me.”

Chan practically keened at the approval. Regaining a shred of self-control, he slowed from his breakneck pace to grind his hips instead, somehow managing to press even deeper inside you. His lips parted against your shoulder to resume sucking, only for him to decide shortly after that it wasn’t enough. With a needy whine, he dug his teeth into your skin, making you gasp lightly. Tiny grunts built up in his throat as he bit and kissed his way up your neck, arousal threatening to overtake the discipline that he valued so highly.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, puppy.” You gave his leash a yank, admittedly delighted with the way his desperation was now on full display. Still, you knew that if you didn’t step in, he’d be coming undone sooner than either of you hoped for. “Do I need to muzzle you?”

Your words seemed to bring Chan back to his senses, his whole body tensing as he realized just how dangerously close to the edge he’d pushed himself.

“Oh God,” he whimpered. “Wait, I-I think ‘m gonna—”

He cut himself off with a low moan, and the way he throbbed inside you told you all that you needed to know. “Not yet, puppy,” you replied sternly. “Not until I say.”

Chan halted his near-frantic thrusting immediately, knowing that if he kept up his movements he was guaranteed to cum on the spot. Using every ounce of his willpower, he managed to hold still, teeth gritting and fingernails digging into your flesh with a force that was sure to leave indents.

Despite all his best efforts, however, the overwhelming mix of sensations ultimately proved to be too much for him. All it took was one faint, unintentional shift from you, and just like that, the hot tension in his abdomen snapped.

“I can’t, I can’t!” he cried out. “I’m sorry!”

With a choked sob, he was spilling into you all at once. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his length twitch wildly, an addictive warmth spreading through your insides and making you feel completely full. Chan’s forehead dropped against yours, his voice ringing out helplessly with each wave of pleasure that rippled through his body.

He was panting by the time the last spurts of his seed were emptied inside you, chest heaving and sweat droplets forming on his skin as he gradually came down from his high. You took a few moments to recover as well before readjusting your grasp on his leash, urging the boy to look up at you.

Chan hesitated, hot shame beginning to creep up on him as the fog in his head cleared and the reality of what had happened set in. When he lifted his head at last, you were met with his guilt-ridden gaze, still not entirely focused after the intensity of his climax.

A soft whimper escaped him before you had the chance to speak, tears of frustration glazing his eyes and threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry,” he mewled. “I tried t-to hold it in, ‘m s-so sorry.”

You frowned, reaching your hand out to cup his face, only for him to bury it right back into your neck instead. His tears began to flow freely, streaming down his burning cheeks and splashing onto your skin. “It felt too good, I c-couldn’t stop myself.”

“Shh,” you whispered. “It’s okay, Channie.”

Chan’s whole body trembled as he hiccuped into your shoulder, unable to calm himself down despite your reassurance. In an attempt to further comfort him, you slid your hand down to his back, rubbing it gently. Though your reaction was enough for him to understand that you weren’t truly upset, knowing that he’d failed to follow such a simple request made it difficult for the flow of tears to stop.

“Poor little puppy, too dumb to even use his dick right,” you pouted. “I had a feeling this would be too much for you.”

Your tone was deceptively sympathetic, but the tinge of mockery in your words wasn’t lost on Chan. He shook his head against you, struggling to get his sobs under control. “N-no, please. I can do better,” he tried to insist, the tremor in his voice only making him sound more pitiful. “I can make you feel good, too, please.”

“I know you can, angel,” you cooed. “Why don’t you start by cleaning up your mess?”

The boy sniffled softly, your offer of a second chance immediately catching his attention. He pulled his head from the safety of your neck to meet your gaze—cheeks dripping with tears, eyes red and puffy, but glinting with a newfound hope.

Chan’s heartbeat picked up as he scanned your face, understanding exactly what he needed to do next. “Y-yes, please,” he murmured, tongue darting out to lick his lips, not unlike a puppy awaiting its treat. 

You admired his tear-stained face for just a bit longer before giving him a small smile, unwrapping the leash from around your palm and giving him enough leeway to readjust his position.

He did so in an instant, even as his sniffling continued, he shifted around in the sheets to dip his head between your legs where his length had been nestled inside just moments ago.

His hot breath fanned over your thighs as he settled in place, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You didn’t have to see Chan’s face to know he was watching the way his cum dribbled out of you with an adorable fascination, and you made no effort to rush him.

Tentatively, he placed a wet kiss to your inner thigh. He paused, waiting for some guidance from you out of habit, before deciding to continue, moving further inward with each peck from his plush lips.

You couldn’t suppress the sigh that escaped you when his tongue met your folds at last. Tiny jolts spread through your senses with each slow lick, and your hands found their way down to tangle in his curls, urging him on.

Encouraged by your approval, Chan opened his mouth wide to flatten his tongue and slide it along the sensitive area. Your toes curled as he passed over your clit, swirling rhythmically around it before taking it between his lips.

“Good boy,” you gasped, tightening your hold on his hair. “Just like that.”

Chan hummed in reply, the vibrations from his mouth making your pleasure spike in a way you knew was intentional. He continued sucking with just the right amount of pressure, engulfing the bud in slick heat.

Suddenly remembering what you’d ordered him to do, he parted his lips with a soft pop and redirected his attention to your entrance, immediately scooping up the pool of his seed that had begun to leak out. The sound of Chan’s own moan overpowered yours as his mouth was flooded with the mixture of your taste and his cum. He swallowed eagerly, diving his tongue inside you for more and making your back arch off the mattress.

“You were hungry for this, huh, puppy?” you teased breathlessly, tilting your hips forward to allow him to push even deeper. He groaned in agreement, taking more of his cum into his mouth as if to prove your point.

“Tastes s’ good. You taste so—mmph—good.” he slurred, swiping his tongue over his swollen lips. That familiar shyness of his resurfaced in the question that followed. “Am I...doing okay?”

“Mhm,” you purred. “Channie uses his pretty mouth so well. Sweet puppy, eating up his treat, making me feel so good.”

Chan’s eyes shone at that, his earlier disappointment nowhere to be found. Determined to hear more of your praises, he got straight back to work, lapping up every drop of cum that he could reach, pushing his tongue further inside to scoop it out. His nose brushed against your clit as he did, making you tighten around him. 

It wasn’t long before the combined stimulation began to bring your pleasure to a tipping point. You rolled your hips into Chan’s mouth, pulling at his locks a bit too harshly and interrupting his muffled sounds of satisfaction to earn a loud, sinful groan from him.

The sound alone, vibrating deliciously against you, was enough to push you over the edge. Before you could give him any warning, you came undone.

He let out a tiny mewl of surprise, but wasted no time in swallowing up your juices as they spilled onto his tongue. The way he continued licking through your high made you see stars, and your string of moans had him grinding against the mattress in a fit of lust.

You released your grip on his hair as the last effects of your orgasm began to wane, a sense of bliss washing over you. Chan lifted his head at last to catch his breath, resting his cheek against your thigh and looking up at your panting form.

His ears flared up when you met his gaze, and it took everything in him to fight the urge to hide his face in the sheets. You took in the sight of him, affection bubbling up inside you as your eyes landed on his lips—red, swollen, glistening with drool and cum from all his efforts.

“C’mere,” you murmured, opening your arms to beckon him over. Giddiness overtook Chan, and he giggled, accepting your invitation in a heartbeat. He practically flopped himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest and humming contently when you began to pet it.

“You did so well, angel,” you praised. 

He nuzzled further into you, taking in your comforting scent. “Yeah?” he mumbled, sounding uncertain. “I was good for you?”

“You were perfect for me. My good boy,” you ran your fingers through his hair to emphasize your words, hoping to quell any remaining doubts he might have. “You’re always perfect.”

Chan let out a sweet sigh, unable to mask his relief. As your thoughts began to refocus, you realized for the first time that his length was pressed very evidently against your leg, fully hard and twitching once again.

Your spine tingled at the thought of Chan managing to get so worked up from eating you out alone, and, with a grin, you gave the boy a mischievous nudge.

“Since my puppy’s eager today,” you began, taking his leash back into your hold. “Why don’t we get some more training in?”

#skz smut #sub!chan #sub!skz #dom!reader #chan smut #sub!bang chan #bang chan smut

[biracialdisaster]

Bad Day

Let's all pretend this is a picture of Peter and not Tom, ok? Ok thanks.

Words: 1400 ~ Pairing: Tom!Peter x female reader ~ Content: Peter is at least 21 here; post NWH, oral sex, swears, a bucket of fluff. Written mainly for my bestie @supremethunda .

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Boy, you’ve had a day.

You text that to Peter on the subway home. You can’t wait to see him. He’s all that’s good and right in the world and today, you need that. 

New York, as much as you adore this city, has thrown asshole after asshole in your path, from the woman who elbowed you in the elevator to the guy who pushed in line at lunch in your office canteen. 

Worst of all, the USB stick you saved your presentation on has decided to pick today, after 3 years of faithful service, to corrupt everything in its little metal brain.

Why today? Who knows. Why you? It’s so unfair.

You close your eyes and lean your head back, letting the random chatter of people on the subway wash over you like the slow lap of the incoming tide on the beach.

Then your phone chirps and you tug it from your pocket to see Peter’s name, and your heart bumps.

PETER: You on your way over? If you’re not, come over.

YOU: Yeah, thankfully.

PETER: K. Let’s see what we can do about improving that day.

And you smile so big.

The subway journey goes quicker after that. By the time you let yourself into Peter’s apartment thirty minutes later, the worst of your horrible day has worked its way out of your system. 

The one-room space smells of buttery pasta and tomato sauce. Peter’s been learning to cook lately, told you that he was embarrassed to be a postgrad student in his 20s who ate sauce from a jar. His experiments are always interesting, and more often than not, they are delicious - and it's no surprise, because after all, what is cooking if not science?

“Hey,” he calls as he stands from the open door of the refrigerator. There’s a smear of something dark green on his cheek, that unruly curl of hair is kissing his left eyebrow, and his dimple flashes as he smiles, and he is adorable.

“Hey.” You dump your bag by the door and go to him, and he shuts the refrigerator door just in time to catch you in a hard, warm hug. You tuck your face into the curve where his neck and shoulder meet and breathe him in for a moment that stretches, and when you pull back to look at him, you’re steadier. Happier.

Peter rests his forehead gently against yours. “I’m making dinner.”

“I can see that.” You swipe a finger over the green mess on his cheek and lick it off your digit. “Mmm. Basil?”

“My own basil pesto,” he says shyly, cheeks going rosy, and the fact he’s 20-odd and still blushes like a sixteen year old is amazing.

“It’s delicious!”

He smiles, a bit shy, and you’ve always loved his mouth - soft and sort of vulnerable against the stubborn line of his jaw. "Not as delicious as you."

You grin. "C'mon, Pete."

"I mean it." He half-jogs back to the sauce simmering on the one-ring stove. "It needs some work. Another fifteen minutes, maybe. Fifteen minutes I could use to help you forget your crappy day?"

You follow him to the stove, and wrap your arms around him from behind. "I'm listening."

He settles the lid on the pan and turns in your embrace. "I keep thinking of the way I woke you up last week." The tips of his ears go pink. "You know."

You bite your lip, going hot inside at the memory. You'd been having the most delicious sex dream, all warm and wet, and when you opened your eyes, it was to Peter between your legs, kissing you over your lace underwear, giving you almost enough sensation to orgasm.

"I do know."

"So…?"

He's so earnest and sweet and he would probably never ask for it explicity. You frame his dear, handsome face in your palms and stroke your thumb over his bottom lip. "Yes, please."

He grins, still a little shy, and his breath hitches. "I um, cleared some counter space. In case you preferred that. It's a different surface, you know? Mix up the parameters, you get alternate outcomes-"

You grab his face and tug him down for a kiss, so he can't cock-block himself by getting bogged down in science. "Again. Yes."

"Right." His eyes spark. He settles his hands on your hips and guides you over to the space he has made on the small counter - New York living doesn't allow for much - and you grip his shoulders as he boosts you up to sit on the cold granite. "Is this okay?"

"Very okay."

He leans in for a kiss, planting his hands either side of your hips so he cages you in. You are imprisoned oh, so willingly. It doesn't take long for the soft , sweet almost greeting-like kiss to turn hot and needy. You thread your hands into his hair and tug a little, how he likes, and his soft murmur of fuck, yes makes everything turn to liquid inside you.

"Please," you say.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you, and you see the future in his gaze. He's so open and earnest and he sees you, he loves you, not some idea of you he has in his mind like other guys you've dated, and it's intoxicating. It's everything. 

"Yeah," he says simply, and then he kneels down on the kitchen floor, palms your thighs, spreading them apart enough for what he wants. You keep one hand in his hair and use the other to bunch up the skirt of your dress to give him access.

You say his name, breathily, halfway between an endearment and a plea, and he tugs you to the edge of the counter, and the first brush of his nose against the seat of your underwear makes you gasp.

"So wet," he says, and his voice has dropped half an octave. "Can't believe this is for me."

You tug his hair enough that he looks up at you.

"It's always been you, Peter. Even before we met, I was yours. Just didn't know it yet."

He sighs happily and kisses the plush inside of your left thigh, and then without any warning, he eases aside the flimsy barrier of your lace panties and licks.

You barely manage to stay on the counter. "Pete!"

He doesn't reply, but as ever he is a diligent student, making a move and then paying close attention to the results. He's smart, too, whip-sharp, learning what you like in minutes. Learning that a flick of his tongue combined with a curl of his index finger drives you mad with pleasure.

You reach your peak even faster than at your own hand, arching into his face as he keeps up a steady rhythm, and then you have to bonelessly push at his shoulder so he lets up when you're oversensitised.

He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand but his lower lip still glistens a little. "Better?"

"I think I should have bad days more often."

He smiles, stands up. There is a very obvious bulge in his jeans. "I'll do that to you anytime, bad day or not."

You cuddle him close, and palm him through his jeans. "What about you?"

He turns a little to look at the stove. "The sauce-"

"Will keep a bit longer."

He grins, and his dimple winks. His hair is a mess from your hands, and this disheveled look really works for him. "I guess it will."

And you proceed to show him just how much you appreciate everything he does for you.

The sauce keeps fine, as it turns out. You eat the pasta cuddled up together on the sofa in front of Jeopardy! re-runs.

It's official; Peter Parker is the best bad day antidote available.

[blowingoffsteam2]

Today in "things i noticed while watching people play KH while im at work" in DDD Sora tells Shiki that Neku was "Looking everywhere for you." during the second visit to Traverse Town, like, the exact line Sora uses to Riku in KH2. and Neku gets all flustered. tack it onto the its cannon your honor.

Oh yeah I adore that parallel. I wrote about the Neku/Riku Shiki/Sora parallels a while back, and how they tied into Riku’s arc of realizing that Sora needed him (as a friend, not just a protector).

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And here’s the quote from the novel for good measure:

“Yeah. I’m Shiki. Nice to meet you. Neku told me all about you.”

   “Cool. But you should have seen him. He looked everywhere for you.”

   Sora recalled how worried Neku had been when he was searching for Shiki after they first met. He’d been determined to go back to his world with his partner.

   But Neku hurriedly stopped him short. “Hey, Sora, stop talking!”

   “What? Why? You said you need her,” Sora replied. “That’s a good thing.”

   Shiki laughed at Neku’s mild panic. “That’s sweet, Neku,” she said.

   “I need you to stop annoying me.” Neku looked away and played with his bangs. Was he blushing?

   “Mm-hmm. Well, I still think it’s sweet. It’s nice to be needed,” the girl said as she tenderly cradled a stuffed plushie named Mr. Mew.

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I highlighted that part because wow that sure does sound familiar! “He’d been determined to go back to his world with his partner” just like how Sora refused to go back to Destiny Island without Riku.

I also really love how genuinely confused Sora is about why Neku wants him to stop talking- because Sora is so earnest it doesn’t occur to him to be embarrassed about caring for someone that much (at least, not as of DDD...kh3 he starts exhibiting some of that) and more to the point: it illustrates a little bit his confusion over romantic love (in that Neku’s response confuses him). I don’t know if that’s the right way to put it but it always gave me that feeling that it’s related to that.

#soriku #ddd #Neku Shiki parallels

[daintyduck99]

"You looked so cute when you were little." + Rulie because you KNOW Ray would break out the photo albums eventually

Julie hums as she stirs marshmallows into everyone’s hot chocolate. Two for Reggie, one for her and her dad. She pops another into her mouth in honor of Carlos, who’s hit that stage of teenage euphoria that consists of driving around and spending most of his time with friends. 

He’ll be back before she and Reggie have to return to campus, though. He adores Reggie.

Who is she kidding? Her whole family adores him. Carlos steals him away to play video games or cause chaos. Tia’s always loading him down with casseroles and pinching his cheeks. Her dad was won over as soon as Reggie opened his mouth and let his personality bubble out, destroying the impression his ripped jeans and leather jacket tend to create.

It helps that Reggie’s following in her dad’s footsteps, in a way, studying photography. He’d insisted on seeing some of Reggie’s stuff, too, which had made him more flustered than he’d been while introducing himself as her boyfriend. 

He’d practiced said introduction in the car. It was really sweet. 

So yeah. Julie totally gets it. Reggie’s easy to love, earnest and kind, funny and charming. He helps her write songs and takes a million (mostly) flattering photos of her and plays piano. He sends letters to his grandma and cries during romantic dramas and always gives her the last bite of his egg roll.

She knows, deep in her heart, that her mom would've loved him, too. 

He’s family. He’s home. 

It still sends a wave of mortification through her when she walks into the living room with the tray of hot chocolate and Reggie smirks at her, balancing a large photo album on his knees. 

“Julie! Why have you been hiding these from me? You looked so cute when you were little.” 

She scowls at her dad, who shrugs and continues to pull more albums from the shelf. 

“What, mija? He’s right. And we’ve already gone through the rest of my albums. It’s been long enough that I really didn’t think you would mind if he looked at those.” 

If she were Carlos’ age, she’d stomp her foot. Honestly, if she wasn’t carrying the tray of hot chocolate, she might do it, anyway. She settles for groaning. 

“It doesn’t matter! Those photos will always be embarrassing!” 

“No, seriously!” Reggie insists. “Jules, come on. You were adorable.”

He nods to the spot beside him. She sighs, gingerly setting the tray on a nearby table, and crosses the room. He drapes his arm around her as soon as she collapses onto the sofa and kisses the side of her head, which makes her smile in spite of herself. He taps the page. 

“Look at that loveable little face! Tell me that you don't want five."

Her dad coughs, and Reggie flushes. His eyes go wide with panic. He rushes to add, “Not right now, obviously, that’d be insane, and I don’t even necessarily mean—I just meant, generally—” 

“Maybe not five,” Julie muses, pressing her lips to his warm cheek. 

She regards the little girl in the photo he’s pointing at, with her butterfly-studded braids and her gap-toothed grin and her messy overalls, covered in glitter from her first day of kindergarten. Her glasses dwarf her face. She's proudly holding her arm up, showing off her first friendship bracelet.

There definitely are some embarrassing photos in here, but she does love that girl.

"Do you want to know how I ended up getting covered in glitter?" 

Reggie brightens. "Yes? Tell me everything!"

Julie steals a glance at her dad. He lifts his mug of hot chocolate, eyes twinkling. 

“Wait ‘til you get to the infamous arroz con pollo incident—” 

“Dad!” 

It’s okay, though. Reggie’s mom is more than happy to return the favor the next time they see her, and it’s his turn to pout as Julie coos over his floppy hair and his doe eyes and his crooked grin, which he hadn’t grown into, yet. She finds herself wavering. 

For a moment, five sounds perfectly reasonable. 

#rulie #reggie x julie #i love you prompts #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms #you know that when they do have kids there are going to be double the amount of photos with Ray and Reggie around #technically they don't have five but with Alex and Willie's kids and Luke around they might as well

[thenightlymartini]

Hello! So I have a request.

You know how when a person is close enough to another person that they pick up little traits or 'ticks' of the other person IE [phrases, habits, small movements, etc.] What would those be like for the ships, and does their partner notice?

I feel like I've answered this before, but I would like to expand upon it.

I also got inspiration from @circlique's fanfic "Healing Old Wounds", the first fic that got me hooked on America/North Korea. Some of the SK and NK's ticks mentioned here come from this fic.

Kimchiburger:

SK tends to stir his drink, swirl his glass, or run his finger along the rim whenever he is lost in thought, and the speed and intensity at which he does so tends to give away his feelings if he isn't already speaking. For instance, if he is particularly angry about something, the intensity is far more violent and quite fast, causing spillage or even the glass to topple over if he's particularly angry. When's he particularly sad, depressed, or lost in bitter-sweet memories, he tends to half-heartedly push his straw with his finger tip or very slowly run his finger along the rim of the glass. America tends to use it as a gauge to figure out or understand a problem the other is having, though he often has to stop the other if he gets particularly too violent or causes a mess.

Likewise, America uses "I'm the hero" or any variation of it more as a way to hold himself to a standard or to comfort himself. For instance, his tone tends to give away what he's actually feeling when he says any of those lines, such as failing to cover up his despair or uncertainty over a situation or his intentions or anger at himself for failing to be a good person when it was needed the most. He tends to be a pretty good actor and covers up his feelings rather well, so SK has to be extra vigilant and know when America is acting rather than being honest. Most often SK will get pushy with his words in order to try and discern if America is actually alright or not. He's very diplomatic and charismatic when it comes to talking, so once he gets America to admit what is wrong or what he's actually thinking he is very good at pep-talking and easing America's fears. Having that earnest support is what made America fall in love with him in the first place.

RusNK:

Russia unconsciously hides his mouth and chin in his scarf when he's shy or sheepish mostly out of habit since the scarf was much too big for him when he first got it as a child from Ukraine, so he couldn't help it then. Now, it's sort of a comfort and familiar feeling to do so. NK finds it endearing when it happens, since Russia often does this when he's trying to express his love for NK in sincere words rather than through pet names or physical means, or from embarrassment at having to explain something, typically some sort of romantic saying or term of endearment in his language.

When Russia gets really into a book, he often makes noises or talks as reactions to what is going on in the story. Something shocking happens? He lets out a quiet gasp and maybe a quiet "no way". Character does something stupid? You bet he is making quiet remarks under his breath. NK sometimes gets annoyed by it if he is also trying to read or focusing and needs quiet, but often he just finds it adorable that Russia ends up in his own little world. If it's a book both of them have read he sometimes uses Russia's reactions to further his own understanding of what happened, as sometimes he doesn't quite grasp the gravity of what was said or done sometimes in a book unless he has Russia's input. This often happens with Russian books compared to his own, as he there are some finite language barriers that hinder his full appreciation abilities.

NK has the habit of not looking into people's eyes even more so than what is culturally normal for him. He rarely does look eye-to-eye unless he is being particularly serious or is raring to fight/argue. Usually it serves as an indication that he is being pushed to his limits over something, whether his patience or temperament. Russia is always taken aback when it does happen, usually because NK is actually not as confrontational as a person compared to when he has to be a nation so it becomes quite jarring. The fierceness in the Korean's eyes and the subsequent emotional outburst tend to shake him more than he would like to admit, since the other is more subdued and controlled when it comes to emotions. He also mentally has to back track to see if he did or said something that warranted this reaction. More often than not it usually is NK being more affectionate or trying to reinforce and clearly communicate his loyalty and love for him (since he figures eye contact is more common in Russian culture and wants to make an effort), but there are a few times when Russia unintentionally angers him and NK uses it as a way to put Russia in his place. Typically it's when NK is not in the mood for being all touchy-feely and has to give a sharp reminder to Russia when he doesn't listen.

A more unconscious habit he does is nuzzling in his sleep. When Russia wakes up before NK, he likes to watch him sleep as his own mind wakes up. There's just something, in Russia's mind, that is precious and calming about watching over his boyfriend. Russia moves around a lot when he sleeps, so they very loosely cuddle, like holding an arm, so that NK doesn't get squished or constantly woken up. When NK is still fast asleep, it's like his body gravitates to the nearest heat source and wants to nestle. A lot of times NK, while still asleep, will shift closer to Russia and nuzzle his face into Russia's neck, chest, or between the shoulders and let out a content puff of air before falling deeper into sleep again. Russia absolutely adores when NK does that and keeps the knowledge of this habit to himself rather than tell NK that he does this. There's something so sweet about seeing NK be openly affectionate compared to his usual that makes Russia's heart melt.

Commieburger:

Because these two go from really bad to being somewhat decent with communication between each other as their relationship progresses, they had to rely a lot more on catching the smaller ticks and traits of each other to get a better understanding of the other's feelings and thoughts.

For instance, NK picks up on the ever so slight changes in America's laugh depending on the emotion America is trying to cover up or project at the time. America's true laugh has a snort or two in there, and is relatively moderate in volume. When he uses his laugh as a defense mechanism against other people's words or to specifically dig at someone, you hear his usual laugh at meetings only much louder. When he's nervous or sheepish, the laugh tends to trail off and be much more quiet. America knows full well what he's doing with his laugh, since that is a defense mechanism for himself that he's been doing for years, but he's more unaware at how easily NK was able to figure it out and catch on.

The Korean also figured out that the majority of the time America needs to make noise or fiddle with something as the blond can't stand silence (which becomes quite the problem and be a source of comedy since he likes his peace and quiet). One of the few ticks that actually mean something other than just idle fidgeting or noise making is the one where America drums his fingers repeatedly. Typically it means he is very lost in thought or heavily pondering over something that is bothering him. NK usually has to interrupt him otherwise the American will continue to stew and spiral deeper and deeper into his thoughts, causing massive overthinking or eventually becoming frustrated.

America also tends to push his glasses up further on his nose when he's focusing or getting serious about something (whether the situation itself is serious or not, like a particularly hard boss fight in a game or a serious discussion), as if he's trying to amplify his focus by pushing the glasses closer to his eyes. It's one of of America's more endearing traits, in NK's eyes, since it telegraphs very clearly what he's thinking and can be quite charming in the right situations. America also tends to take them off on occasion and rest his chin on the back of the same hand holding the glasses, usually when he's either getting drained or feeling nostalgic. NK is able to tell which it is simply based on the situation or if America lets out a sigh or not (typically meaning he's drained), and finds it sort of endearing since it is like America is allowing himself to stop putting on his act, whether simply because he doesn't have the energy to keep it up or because he's willingly doing so. It reminds him that they both are a lot more similar to each other, as he himself as had to learn to let his walls down. America most certainly doesn't realize he does this at all, and always gets confused when NK just gives a soft smile or can feel the endearment coming from him every time.

For America, catching the ever so slight, quick movements of NK's body tends to betray exactly what the other is thinking or wanting, or the slight pout tends to form only when NK isn't getting what he wants. He knows NK is much more reserved than others, especially since he's had to stamp down his own wants and desires for the sake of his government, so the tiny movements tend to represent the repressed emotions and desires while the quickness of them represent the Korean's tendency to hold back because he's been used to putting himself last for so long. America's had to learn to be much more observant around him so that he can catch these movements and pouts to supplement their communication skills and avoid unintended arguments. NK is only semi-conscious of his own ticks as far as the movement goes, kind of like his brain operates a second behind his body, but tends to not realize he is pouting until it gets pointed out. America thinks NK looks cute when he pouts and has learned to not point it out since NK gets super defensive if it is.

NK is prone to pushing his food around his plate when he's thinking or lost in thought, much like how SK pushes a straw around a drink or swirls his glass in thought. The intensity and roughness of how he pushes the food around tends to help indicate if he is getting frustrated, trying to word his thoughts carefully, or distracted. America has an easier time catching small ticks like that due to his experiences with SK, so it doesn't take him too long to realize their significance. North is fairly aware enough that he does this, but it's mostly because he's aware that he's thinking about something while the movement itself becomes more absentminded or simply due to habit of needing his fingers to be occupied with something.

Prior to the Korean War, he used to play with the end of his braid before he cut it off whenever he was lost in thought or just trying to ground himself. Once in a grand while he still lifts his hand as if he was going to play with his braid and has to stop and remember that it's gone. America never really caught on to what that hand raising meant until he saw an old photo of the Korea twins and vaguely remembered that NK once had a braid, and SK at one point, probably due to bitter-sweet nostalgia, mentioned how he would have to redo his brother's braid all the time since the other kept messing with it.

#hetalia #commieburger #kimchiburger #rusnk #aph america #hws america #hws russia #aph russia #aph south korea #hws south korea #aph north korea #hws north korea #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #im yong soo #im sang kyu #anon ask