#lots and lots of fluff here

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1009: Picnic Date (RWBY)

7:23 p.m. at Mistral's Grassy Picnic Field........

Ruby: (Happily Eats a Chocolate Chip Cookie While Sitting Next to Oscar on Their Picnic Blanket) Wooow!~ These are the second batches of cookies ever!~

Oscar: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow at his Girlfriend) Second?

Ruby: You could never top my daddy 's cookies no matter how hard you tried. (Finishes One of HerCookie Before Licking Each of her Fingers and Leaning onto Oscar's Shoulder in a Cute, Pleading Manner) But you gotta tell me how you made yours so yummy!~

Oscar: It's a Pine Familt's secret recipe, so I can't really reveal you too much. (Smiles Softly) But all you need to know it came....(Places his Hand on his Chest) Right from the heart.

Ruby: (Immediately Gives Oscar a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Really? The heart? That is so cheesy and predictable wordplay.

Oscar: (Starts Rolling his Eyes a Little) Yet here you are eating my love filled cookies. Better be lucky I didn't think about making you raisins filled cookies.....

Ruby: (Pulls Away From Oscar in Shock and Disgusted) Oh god, Raisin Cookies!? I almost threw up eating those once. They're soooooo nasty!

Oscar: (Grabs his Chin) Yeah, now that you mentioned it, I was never really a fan of them to begin with. And I don't really mind raisins all that much.

Ruby: (Immediately Glares at Oscar in a Comedic Manner) Oh! Really!? So you have no problem dumping those gross, trash heaps towards your cute, awesome girlfriend then!?

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes Again) Well, when you put it that way.....

Ruby: OSCAR!

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly While Playfully Hold his Hands Up in Defense) Okay, okay, relax. There's no way I would ever go out of my way make you those kinds of cookies. Even if it turns out to be half decent.

Ruby: (Pouts at Oscar in Uncertainty) You promise?~

Oscar: (Pulls Out his Pinky) Pinky promise. (Starts Blushing a Little While Looking Away) Also, I agree with the motion of you being cutest, awesome girlfriend ever. I-In...my opinion....at least.

Ruby stares at her blushing boyfriend for a few more seconds before finally caving in with a sigh.

Ruby: Alright fine. (Crosses her Pinky Together woth Oscar's) Your promise is accepted and sealed. (Points at Oscar with Two Fingers) I'll be watching you like hawk.

Oscar: (Starts Snickering a Bit) No doubt about that. Just try not to go too overboard with the whole thing, yeah? I wouldn't want get blinded by those Silver Eyes of yours.

Ruby: ('Scoffs') Please. (Lays Her Head Back Down Onto Oscar's Shoulder With and Hugs Him) You know I could never bring myself to hurting you.

Oscar: (Hugs Ruby Back with a Soft Smile on his Face) I know you wouldn't. So how's home life been treating as of late?

Ruby: (Shrugs) Hm. Same Ole, same Ole. Dad's bossy, Yang's moody, Qrow's Qrow.... All is right in the world for once, you know? Ooh! (Smiles Brightly) Dad taught me how to knit the other day?

Oscar: You don't say?

Ruby: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. We knitted a bunch of stuff together: blankets, sweater, little Itty bitty socks for the our neighbors' babies~ I even knitted something for you too, Oscar.

Oscar: Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Oh really? What did you made?

Ruby: (Shows Oscar a Picture of a Green Knitted Scarf on her Scroll) A cozy scarf for you to wear for the Winter. It's not completely finished yet, but I think I'm liking the looks of it so far.

Oscar: (Smiles Softly at the Photo) I do too. (Turns to His Girlfriend Right Next to Him) Thanks, Ruby.

Ruby: No problem. But I think that's enough about me for one day. (Smirks Playfully at her Boyfriend) How you've been doing, Mr. Oscar Everlynn Pines Arc Valkyrie Nikos Ren?~

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes) Ridiculously long name aside.....(Went Back to Smiling Again) Things have been going pretty good for me and the others as of late. They can be still be a headache at times, but I still love having them around in my life. Plus, I've been thinking.......

Ruby: (Raises an Eyebrow in Curiousity) Abouuuuuut?

Oscar: My future. I think.....I wanna give this headmaster job a try someday.

Ruby: (Gasps While Widening her Eyes in Genuine Surprise) Really?

Oscar: Yeah. I mean....(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) It'll be challenge and I can't really say I'll ever be as good as Ozpin was, but-

Ruby: (Immediately Grabs Oscar's Hands While Giving Him a Soft, Yet Serious Look in her Face) Hey, no more of that, mister.

Oscar: No more of....(Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) what...exactly?

Ruby: Comparing yourself to Ozpin, constantly worrying about living up to his expectations..(Starts Pouting Again) And what did I say about having more confidence in yourself!?

Oscar: I-I'm still working on it! It just....(Looks Away While Blushing) Takes a little more time, you know?

Ruby: (Stares at Oscar For a Few Seconds Before Sighing Heavily) Alright. We'll have ourselves a little talk about that later. (Places her Hands onto Oscar's Shoulders While Looking at Him in the Eyes) Right now, I want you to understand and get through your thick, cute skull of yours, that YOU, Oscar Everlynn Pines, are and forever will be your very own person. Not Ozpin, not Ozma, or any other reincarnations we may or may not know much about. And I don't give a single damn what anyone else have to say. Salem's gone, Oz is finally resting in peace, the world is at peace-

'Grimm Shrieking in a the Distance'

Ruby: Sort of! And you are finally free to do whatever you want to set your mind to and be who you really are: a strong, caring, brave farm boy whom we love and cherish each and everyday of our lives. That's you, Oscar. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Do you understand?

Oscar: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Ruby...I.....(Takes One Deep Breath Before Finally Nodding to his Girlfriend With a Clear, Determined Look on his Face) You're right. I am my own person now. And I can't keep thinking that I'm not. (Smiles Sheepishly) Pretty sure Oz would haunt me down and lecture my ear off about it somehow.

Ruby: (Giggles Softly) I can totally see that happening. He did lived in your self conscious for a pretty long time back then.

Oscar: Yeah, no fooling. (Smiles Softly) But I'm glad I had the chance to meet someone like him.

Ruby: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Same. (Gently Grab Both of Oscar's Hands) Listen, Oscar, I think you'll turn out to be a great headmaster in one of these days, probably one of the best headmasters Becon will ever have, and you'll have all the time to think about it when the time comes. But for now, let's just focus on what's going on the present, yeah? (Smirks a Bit Seductively) Most noticeably the love and cuddles I'll be more than happy to give to you once we head back to the house~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) I'd like that. (Relizes Something) But now that you mentioned it, isn't the new episode of Legacies is supposed to be coming up soon tonight or....

Ruby: ('GASPS') Oh my God, Legacies!! It's gonna be on in a few minutes! (Quickly Start Picking Up a Few Cups From the Picnic Quill and Put Them Inside of the Basket) We HAVE to get out of here before it starts!

Oscar: Roght. (Starts Folding the Picnic Quilt Together Before Picking it Up in his Hands) But uhh....Ruby?

Ruby: (Turns to Oscar With the Basket Already Handing on her Shoulder) Hm?

Oscar,: There's.....something I wanna ask you before we leave here, if you don't that is.

Ruby: Sure. I don't mind at all. Whatcha wanna ask me?

Oscar: Well....uhhh.....

Oscar begins to whispers his request into Ruby's ears. It didn't take long for the up incoming Huntress to start giggling.

Ruby: Oscar~ Is that really what you're asking for?

Oscar: Y-Yeah. I mean.....(Shyly Looks Away While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth Again) I know it isn't really much, but I still want to give it a try for once, you know

Ruby: (Smiles Softly Again) But you don't have to ask me to do that. I'm your girlfriend, remember?

Oscar: Yeah, but I don't wanna do it completely out of the blue. It's rude.

Ruby: ('Sighs Dreamingly') You really are a precious sweetheart, you know that?~

Oscar: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) So I've been told.....Can we just get this over with already?

Ruby: Whenever you're ready~ (Winks at Oscar)

Oscar: (Gives Ruby a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Riiiight......

As he takes another deep breath, Oscar walks over to Ruby, bends down on his knees and begins to pick her up in his arms in a bridal like fashion.

Oscar; Gotcha!

Ruby: (Giggles Softly in Oscar's Arms) Oho Oscar!~ Such strength you have!~ I'm so proud~

Oscar: (Starts Blushing) T-Thanks. I guess those morning workout routines with mom really paid off after all.

Ruby: You've been training with Nora or Pyrrha as of late

Oscar: .....Yes.

Ruby: Nice. (Starts Getting a Bit Worried) But no seriously. I'm not too heavy for you to handle, am I?

Oscar: Nah. You're good. (Smiles Down at Ruby) Amazing even.

Ruby: (Snickers a Bit) Cheesy. (Leans her Head Up to Oscar and Gives him a Kiss on the Lips Before Smiling Back to Him) I love you so much, Oscar.

Oscar: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) I love you too, dear.....(Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened as He Realize What He Just Said) Uh- R-RUBY! I-i mean, I love you too, Ruby..... Yeah, that's it. Ruby. Nothing else.

Ruby: (Starts Snickering Before Bursting Out Laughing) Aha Oscarrrr!~ What am I going to do with youhooo?~

Oscar: (Slumps His Head Down in Embarrassment) I don't even know anymore.....

Ruby: (Finally Starts Calming Down) You know, if you want and if it could make you feel any less embarrassed, I can call you Honey sometime.

Oscar: (Looks Up at Ruby) You would seriously do that for me?

Ruby: (Smiles Brightly) Of course! It fits you perfectly, cause you're as sweet as the real deal~ (Starts Kissing Oscar's Cheeks) You and your....('Mmwah') Cute freckles of yours~ ('Mmmmwah')

Oscar: ('Sigh') How many times I had to tell you that my freckles aren't that cute?

Ruby: Far too many. And I disagree with motion every single time. (Gives One More Kiss on Oscar's Cheek) Now come on. (Points Foward) Our Legacies Show awaits!

Oscar: Oh alright. (Finally Starts Walking Back Home, Carrying his One and Only Huntress)

Ruby: Oh and next time, I wanna carry you back home. (Flexes her Muscles) I've been working out too, you know?~

Oscar: (Shrugs) Fine by me. Just don't go using your semblance to rush our way back there, okay?

Ruby: Noooo promises!~

Oscar: ('Sigh') Figures.

@keyenuta

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@princekirijo

#rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #tai xiao long (mentioned) #yang (mentioned) #team jnpr (mentioned) #ozpin (mentioned) #picnic date #rosegarden #bridal carry #cute romance #lots and lots of fluff here #sorry it took so long to do a rwby related fanfic #i couldn't really think of anything to make up until now #plus I've been burned out from the actual show itself so..... #edited

[tubbytarchia]

Missed drawing these two too

Bonuses

#rendoc #still thinking about them a lot #always #hermitshipping #sorry for the weird empty area in the first one. It was my attempt to make it take up less of people's timelines #this art is so embarrassing lol but man I like when Doc's drawn as a big goat man I have no defense I plead the fifth #or well at least it becomes embarrassing when its. shippy #whatever Tumblr people are usually cool so here goes!! #I am 99% a fluff and hurt/comfort person. Idc how frisky these guys get in fanon all I can ever think of is fluff sorry #Also contemplated implementing Doc's accent into the dialogue but I am forever paranoid of offending someone lol #idk how to write accents etc but you guys will make it sound fine in your heads I'm sure #hermitblr #tubby art

[nkogneatho]

imagine being childhood friends with toji. he was not allowed to go out of the house but he still did because he hates his home. do you even call it a home? he was a child but he understood pain clearly.

he was all alone, playing with shells and sands on a beach. you recognized him because your mom and other aunties in the neighborhood told you and like every other kid to stay away from him. but you approached him anyway. he was cold at first when you wanted to be friends with him, hesitant as to why would someone be nice to him. he never knew kindness growing up in that horrible household. but he is a child who found comfort in your kindness.

you both started playing often, trying to keep it a secret as he knew you'd be in trouble if your mom knew. he enjoyed finally smiling without having to force it, until one day you disappeared. he thought you finally fell into the trap of those rumors about him. but you were taken away to a new city when your parents saw you being acquainted with him. they did not want to be associated even with the shadow of any zenin.

he waited and waited on the same beach, at the same place, but you never come back. the sandcastle you built together crumbled under a big wave.

#this sounds like such a good fic idea. i'll write it if i have time maybe. i don't have a lot of toji simps here so lemme know if i should #pasi.txt #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fluff #toji angst #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “mix of random dialogue and non-dialogue, smut and non-smut” prompts

“I’m a mess because of you.” “You’re my mess.” “I’m… I’m your mess.” (FUCKING HELLO BITCH DO NOT- WLKFNFKLN I’ll get on my knees for you, my love—)

“That’s my baby girl/baby boy.” (Can he just— HEWOQKNFWKELNF) 

“You look so hot like that.”

“God, you turn me on so much.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna come—” Character B whimpers, hips bucking into Character A’s. “Mm, yeah? Then come for me,” Character A murmurs, stroking their fingers through Character B’s hair. (The noises he made as he came undone were SO FUCKING HOT BYE. those WHIMPERS?? FUCKING DELICIOUSSSSS LET ME HEAR MORE OF THEM, I BEG- ALSO WHO KNEW I HAD IT IN ME TO SAY THAT TO SOMEONE LMFAO, “then come for me” WQBHRELWJKNEWF BITCH. GET OUTTT-)

Those sweet little noises Character B tries so hard to suppress but is unable to as they come undone.

“I’m such a fucking wreck right now…”

“Imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” (FUCKIFKSKSKKSKSKS WHEN HE SAID THAT AND I WAS LIKE LKENFKLEWNF-)

“I love you so much,” Character B murmurs, hugging Character A closer to them. (🥹🥹🥹 HE SAID IT HE SAID IT HE SAID ITTT 😭 He’s said it over text before but now it’s in person and I’m actually gonna WEEP EWKLNFWEEFN)

“I love you for you, and I’m going to continue to love you. I’ll always love and support you no matter what,” Character B reassures after Character A spills out their anxieties and worries to them about a situation they’ve been so, so scared to tell them about; scared of how Character B would react. (…I’m just going to say I love this man so much.) 

“When I first met you, I didn’t know you were like this,” Character A murmurs, slowly grinding their hips down against Character B’s. Character B grins up at them, hands wrapped around their thighs, squeezing gently. “Yeah, and I didn’t know I was like this, either. And I thought you were shy when I first met you... Now look at you, huh?” 

Character A not knowing how sensitive their breasts are until Character B pays full attention to them with their mouth. (…I WILL NOT SAY ANYTHING ELSE BUT FUCK YES—) 

Character A tearing up as they try to be vulnerable with Character B, and Character B reassuring them by telling them they can take their time and it’s okay if they can’t say it right now; that they can say it when they’re ready. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so enamoured by someone,” Character A murmurs, caressing Character B’s face. (I’M A POETIC SIMP, WHAT CAN I SAY—) 

“Fuck, why are you— Mmh— why are you doing this to me?”

“We can take things as slow as you want. I want you to be comfortable, and as long as you’re happy, then I’m happy.”  (PLEASE WJDJJS IM CRYING AHH, how’d I get someone so sweet sjkdms)

“We can rent a hotel somewhere… You can be as loud as you want then, hm?” (HE’S JUST FUCKING OUT HERE, YOUR HONOUR!!) 

“Fuck me,” Character A whimpers as Character B’s hips picks up with speed. “I could if you wanted me to,” Character B grunts. (SIR- FUCK OFF ISTFGGG)

Character B placing their hand on Character A’s thigh while they’re sitting down.

Character B wrapping their arm around Character A’s shoulders and pulling them closer to them, letting Character A rest their head on their shoulder.

Character B leaning in for a kiss and Character A shyly leaning in to give them a quick peck on the lips. 

“Whatever I do, I’ll always be adorable to you, won’t I? Even if I do the most heinous shit known to mankind—” “Yes. Yes, you’ll always be adorable to me.” 

“You sure you don’t wanna close the blinds? People outside could see us…” “Trust me, they won’t.” (this FUCKING GUY, but I guess he wasn’t wrong after I took a closer look at the blinds—) 

“You’re enjoying yourself up there, aren’t you?” Character B teases, watching through hooded lids as Character A rides them while clothed. “Does it look like I am?” Character A questions, breathless. 

“You just… You make me happy.” (YOU DO TOO, MY LOVE <333) 

“You’ve always been so caring and supportive of me so I don’t know why I doubted you… I’m sorry.” 

Character A being ticklish on their neck whenever Character B plants soft feather like kisses there, so Character B plants even more soft kisses there, turning Character A into a giggling mess. 

Kisses on the eyelids. (The softest shit EVER)

“Didn’t realise your objective was to get into my pants all this time,” Character B teases, and Character A rolls their eyes, a breathless laugh leaving them. “You know that’s not true. I think you’re the one who has the objective of getting into my pants,” Character A throws back. Character B shakes their head with a chuckle. “That’s not true.”

“How are we gonna manage being away from each other for a whole month?” Character A murmurs softly. “Mmmh, we’ll somehow manage,” Character B reassures, stroking their fingers through Character A’s hair.

“How are you going to manage without this for a whole month?” Character B questions as Character A grinds down on them. “I don’t think I fucking will is the thing,” Character A admits, unabashedly.

Character B moving Character A’s hair out of their face to plant gentle kisses on their face.

Character B laying their head on Character A’s stomach and Character A fondly saying to them, “You’re such a baby,” while carding their fingers through their hair.

Character B snuggling up next to Character A, post-orgasm. (SIRRRR- PEHFLKEWNELKWNF) 

Character A moaning Character B’s name and Character B losing their self-restraint over it. (Maybe I did it on purpose to turn him on—)  

#long post #tried adding comments under the “keep reading tag” as footnotes but that didn't work out very well so here we are e;lfgmlr;emf #based on personal experience HEHEHAHAGAHA #im running out of names for these lists ffs #cat guy chronicles #just realised a lot of this is smutty than not-smutty lmfao #smut prompts #suggestive prompts #dialogue prompts #fluff prompts #otp prompts #writing scenarios #writing prompts

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N : *does something endearing*

Ticci Toby, unconsciously smiling under the mask :

Ticci Toby, under his breath : I’m in love with you.

Y/N : What was that?

Ticci Toby : I said I’M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO 🙄 *stomps away while blushing underneath*

Y/N, blinks : *breaks into giggling fit because they did heard it*

#Original : Unknown | but I know it’s on Tumblr somewhere #Creepypasta #Creepypasta x reader #Creepypasta x you #creepypasta incorrect quotes #Ticci Toby #Creepypasta Ticci Toby #Ticci Toby x reader #Ticci Toby x you #ticci toby x y/n #Ticci Toby fluff #Ticci Toby incorrect quotes #I love writing him all tsun tsun | it prob fits his character since he doesn’t know how to emotions in a healthy way #I’m not proud to creepy back into this fandom but I’m here 👏 #I’m gonna write abt him a lot since he’s my fav out of everyone

[nonranghaes]

"it's just me."

you barely get a chance to roll onto your back before soonyoung's already climbing onto the bed and somewhat on top of you and your blankets, and it's only seconds later that he crashes. it's far from the first time this has happened (soonyoung is clingy and cuddly, especially when he's sleepy), but he manages to knock the wind out of you nonetheless. he rests his head on your chest, and you wiggle an arm out to curl around him as best as you can in your semi-trapped position.

"soonyoung--"

"just go back to sleep," he murmurs. "everything's fine."

you stroke his hair, thumb dipping down to graze his cheek at one point. "soonie--"

"i mean it," he says, eyes peering up in the low light to see yours. "i'm fine. just need to nap." his hand finds yours, and he wraps your arm around him as he snuggles in. he plants a kiss against your chest before resting his head against it again, eyes fluttering shut. "you can rest a little longer, too."

you settle back down after a moment, arms wrapped around soonyoung as you shut your eyes again. sometimes you swear this tiger is a teddy bear, but regardless of which he is, he's yours.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung fluff #nonranghaes.svt #hi sorry i just. needed to write something short n soft #tw for medical stuff in the tags but i need to call hospice abt a catheter bc shes... getting weaker ultimately #which. i dont know if i should be Worried or if this is normal for someone in her condition yknow? #we've started tracking how much she eats bc shes never rly ate much like. Ever. and its hard to know when shes fully pulling back from food #most of the time though its just... quiet. she just sleeps a lot. i dont know what to make of it... #anyway sorry for the small vent here im just... getting through it all ig #i need a soonyoung to cuddle with and to help me feel like i can make it through this

[spacebubblehomebase]

Happy birthday, Anthony! I just finished drawing this on April Fools and thought it fits. What better thing to post today than some queerplatonic Radioapple tomfoolery? And the fact that Angel Dust invited himself in it is just one big beautiful bonus! So please enjoy! -Bubbly 💙

#spacebubblearts #hazbin hotel #radioapple #appleradio #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #alastor #hazbin alastor #duckydeer #birthday boy #hazbin hotel anthony #angel dust #april fools #doodle #queerplatonic #fanart #myart #asexuality #misunderstandings #now that I think about it today is also kaishin encounter day and the start of the last stretch of my finals week #a lot's going on around me and here I am lagging haha #cursed cat alastor #fluff #humor #shenanigans #those 3 are all you need #cannibalism #I have a feeling Angel Dust is the type to read shoujo manga if he knew what it is #lucifer x alastor #alastor x lucifer

[sommerregenjuniluft]

Ant Pile — sommerregenjuniluft on ao3

Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier | E | 7163 words | chapter 1/2

This is a story about two boys raised by the sun.

Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you’ve already loved them for as long as you can remember.

insp by Dominic Fike’s song Ant Pile

#rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #fic: ant pile #it’s here guys :p #had a breakdown and needed to distract myself so i finished editing this bad boy lol #have fun i love them a lot #rosekiller fic #rosekiller fanfiction #rosekiller fluff #slytherin skittles #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #lune writes

[doobea]

SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - NAGI SEISHIRO

synopsis: Your boyfriend doesn't realize how important little things are to you until it's a bit too late.

contents: established relationship, slight hurt and comfort??, slight jealousy, sfw, nagi struggling trying to process emotional needs of others - what else is new, also nagi centric, college au, mentions of fraternity formals, gn!reader, idk i hc'd nagi to be a compsci major but up to debate ig word count: 1.6K a/n: title is based off of tyler the creators song hehe its my fav from his album and omg thank u nagi for breaking me out of this writer's block, inspired by @celestair for the idea!!

Nagi hadn't really expected you to get so excited about attending his chapter formal. Hell, he didn't even know that they were going to have one in the first place if it weren't for Reo bringing it up in a passing conversation last week in your dorm room.

"We should go!" You said, and he remembers you hopping out of your seat, abandoning your assignment, and dashing immediately towards your closet for an outfit.

"Should we?" Nagi questioned, a frown creeping its way to his lips.

Reo slumped his arm over Nagi's shoulder, tugging the male slightly into his chest. "C'mon, why are you even paying the dues if you don't attend our events?" Reo sounded annoyed.

Nagi shrugged and went back to his phone, resuming the level of whatever popular gacha game that was released for that month. "Because you said it would look good on my resume or something." He answered flatly.

Of course, Nagi knew that he couldn't say no to this. As much as he would love to, once you and Reo were both set on something it's almost impossible to try and coax you two out of it. Nagi is pretty sure that this formal is going to be the bane of his college existence and that his computer science classes are, arguably, now the easiest part.

"It's too loud in here." Nagi wanted to go home the moment he stepped out of his best friend's rented limo. He feels too stiff with the suit he's currently wearing, the cologne is starting to overwhelm his senses, and he really didn't like the fact there's already a fuckton of people inside the venue.

Everything feels too congested.

The three of you take a seat at a table shared by Nagi's other 'brothers' and their dates. He really doesn't remember anyone's faces aside from maybe one or two from his classes, so he's confused when a handful of them start greeting him with fist bumps. All of which he awkwardly returns. Something about long-living brotherhood? Nagi didn't quite catch what they said.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?" Reo shouts over the music as he starts to get up.

"A cranberry vodka would be nice." You gently tug on Nagi's sleeve, attempting to break his unyielding attention from his phone. Reo had set a rule before they left, and it's a mobile game and social media app ban at the table. So, naturally, Nagi is stuck analyzing the weather app. "Do you want anything, Sei?"

Looks like tomorrow there's going to be a slight chance of rain which is pretty awesome, he thinks.

"Hm? Oh, whatever you're having, I guess."

Nagi misses the way your smile fades. "Um, make that two cranberry vodkas?"

"Ah," Reo stumbles around with his words for a bit before nodding away. "Sure, be back in a minute."

"Sei," Your voice is closer this time, lips almost pressed up to his ears to minimize the booming music in the background. "Wanna go on the dance floor later?"

Nagi pauses his thumb, hovering over a random European map, and he's already internally shrinking from the idea. "Do I have to?"

You laugh, it sounds a little forced. "Only if you're up for it."

He shrugs and eyes the surrounding area. The dance floor looks semi-packed at the moment and everyone looks equally semi-buzzed. Sitting at the table sounds better in his head. "I think I'll stay here but you can go on ahead."

"Oh," You exhale through your nose and laugh again. "Okay, if that's what you want!"

"Mhm," He hums back and settles his head down at the table, feeling almost exhausted despite not having to do much today.

Nagi doesn't notice that he's alone at the table until the DJ starts signaling everyone in the venue to pay attention to a couple on the dance floor. He only looks up when he hears Reo's name getting called out and starts to straighten his back when he sees you dancing hand in hand with him. The sight leaves Nagi gnawing the insides of his cheeks.

"Hey," Nagi turns to see two of his fraternity brothers looking at him with a bit of concern and he's not sure why that's making him feel uneasy.

"You good there?" Isagi asks, careful to sound casual, but Nagi picks up on it.

"What?" Nagi frowns, connecting the dots together. "It's fine. I don't really care about them doing stuff together anyway." It's a vague statement. Maybe purposefully vague.

"Eh? You sure about that, Nagi?" Bachira presses.

Nagi frowns again, tips his head down, and is in deep thought. "I'm actually not sure." He finally admits. Nagi is currently fighting off a weird feeling in his stomach. Maybe it's just the drink he had earlier.

He's always been fine with Reo keeping you company whenever he isn't in the mood. Whether it be eating with you in the dining halls, attending movies together, going to the mall, and so forth. Dancing isn't off the list either. He's seen the two of you dance before but isn't sure why this is setting him off. Maybe it's the thought of you being happier without him in your life that is eating him away.

"Shit, he's walking over."

"Waah, let's go!"

It doesn't occur to Nagi that Reo's in front of him until his best friend clears his throat. Reo puts a hand on Nagi's shoulder and gives him one of those looks. A look that insinuates something big that he can't place a finger on but knows it's full of negative nuance.

"Don't be an ass right now," is all that Reo says.

"An ass?" Nagi echoes.

He allows Reo to tug him out of his seat and Nagi almost feels lethargic from how long he's been sitting down. A final push towards the edge of the dance floor is when he catches your sullen figure.

"I'm surprised that you haven't caught on," Reo continues after a while. Nagi recognizes the tone. He doesn't say anything more, and Nagi appreciates it that much, at least.

It's funny how much his mood is able to shift. First from feeling annoyed, to borderline sleepy, to determined. Nagi thinks he's finally learning how to read his relationship with you.

It's only when he's inches apart that he realizes that you're on the verge of tears. Nagi instinctively reaches out his hands and softly cups your cheeks, rubbing his thumbs across in his attempt to calm you.

What's wrong, he wants to ask but he already knows the answer to that. He feels bad for complaining all week, but he feels even worse for essentially abandoning your needs for god knows how long.

Nagi chews on his lips as a new idea starts to brew. It's an uncharacteristic idea. An idea that pushes him to become a new version of himself—the person he wants to be but struggling to understand.

"Hey," Nagi calls out your name slowly. "Can I dance with you?" You open your mouth—probably to say it's okay and you'd rather not make him uncomfortable—but Nagi continues before you can get a word in, before your tears start falling. "I'm sorry, I should've paid closer attention." He says in a whisper.

You fall silent and Nagi is wondering if he's said something he shouldn't have. He quietly peers over at Reo who's aggressively nodding his head, throwing a thumbs up across the room. You shift awkwardly in place before giving Nagi a faint smile.

"I would like that," You sound a little hesitant, but surprisingly welcoming to the suggestion. "I mean, if you're okay with it?"

"Don't worry about what I think, you've done plenty for me already." And he means it.

Nagi migrates his hands from your face to your waist as the music shifts to something slower, more tender, and sweet. It's obvious to everyone in the room that you two are a little nervous and it's almost laughable. He's been dating you just shy of a year and has never once offered to dance with you. It comes as no shock to him that you're growing shy under his touch and movements, despite being together countless times. This feels different to Nagi, and he's positive you're thinking the same thing.

It takes a while, maybe because you're both getting used to this foreign feeling, but you eventually wrap your arms around his neck and hug closer to his body. Somehow, that short circuits Nagi's brain and he freezes in place.

"Sei, is everything alright?"

There's a wave of guilt that washes over his eyes. This act is weighing Nagi down, more than he wants to admit, and he has to pull away. Eyes glued to the ground because if he looks at you he'll start to feel nervous, confused, and small.

"Sorry, I'm... trying my best."

"Sei, it's okay." It's your turn to rub your hands across his cheeks and he doesn't realize that he's flushed in the face until you comment. "You're warm."

"Sorry," He doesn't know why he's apologizing again. For being flustered? Not knowing how to dance? Or afraid of disappointing you again? He thinks it's a mixture of all three.

"Hey, as long as you're trying then I'm proud of you." You reply with ease.

You're always kind to him. Most times, you don't push him more than what he's willing to give and maybe that's why he's comfortable around you. Even if he does know you're silently judging his actions but it's okay, because it's you. But he also knows that he's been taking advantage of this trait and it sucks having to find this out tonight.

Nagi nods. You're right, he doesn't need to worry about anything else but you in this moment.

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #nagi seishiro #nagi seishrio x reader #wow nagi debut on my blog #i hope hes not too ooc here #dating guys like nagi requires uuh a lot of communication ig #i mean look what he did to reo #blue lock scenarios #blue lock fluff

[milla984]

It's the Great Pumpkin, Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer and Reader get to spend some quality time together on Halloween

Pairing: virgin!Spencer Reid x fem!reader, virgin!Spencer Reid x plus size Reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: heavy kissing, handjob, fingering, brief mention of an anxiety attack, body image insecurities (both parts)

Word Count: 5.4k

This work is part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“I am officially traumatized,” Penelope blurted out when the end credits rolled on the screen, “remind me to never watch another Halloween movie with you, guys!!”

You could almost hear Spencer squeak in disbelief. “What?! This is a classic!”

She stood up to adjust her skirt, the one with jack-o’-lanterns and spiderwebs arranged in a casual pattern all over the dark fabric, and the bats standing on top of her fuzzy headband wiggled in different directions. 

“Uh–uh, La Dolce Vita is a classic. This is what goes on in the twisted mind of someone who desperately needed a hug and a large cup of hot cocoa with a ton of whipped cream and sprinkles as a child.”

You smiled as you finished loading the dishwasher, amused by the discussion unfolding in your living room; in your heart you were the greatest admirer of Spencer’s ability to conjure up any kind of random information on the spot but the exact moment you saw him open his mouth you knew he was about to make the situation worse.

“In fact, Barker’s grandmother had a fascination with the macabre. She would often tell gruesome stories which she presented as true tales so he grew up with the fear of being murdered in his own house.” 

Garcia gawked and raised a hand in his direction, simultaneously turning your way. “See?! Forgive me if I don’t think that having my entire body ripped apart by giant hooks is the ultimate frontier of pleasure!”

“And I’ll never look at a puzzle box the same way! What if it’s a brain teaser from Hell and there’s one of those chattering monsters inside?” she added and you had to hold back your laughter because Spencer’s perplexed frown was probably one of the cutest and funniest things in the whole world.

The mustache glued to his upper lip and the cravat he wore over a white shirt and black vest were only adding to it so you forced yourself to remain serious. “I’m sorry… pizza and a movie from my dvd collection were all I had to offer on such short notice,” you said, to which she replied by shaking her long, wavy hair.

“Oh no, sweet pea! You did great, I’m just too attached to the illusion that life is a rainbow to be into the traditional Halloween gore,” she sighed and wrapped herself in a colorful poncho. “Hey, Raven Man! Ready to leave?”

Spencer squirmed: an IQ of 187 and still he was unable to come up with a semi-plausible lie when it came to hiding the truth from his friends. Feeling the weight of her curious stare he swallowed nervously.

“I was kind of considering the possibility of going to the midnight screening of Nosferatu, at the Silver Theatre. It’s the 100th anniversary so the Silent Orchestra will play the entire score live, have you ever heard of them? They use contemporary musical idioms to convey the art of pre-talkies films to modern audiences, they’ve been widely acclaimed for their work.”

Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Midnight screening, huh?! Which means you don’t need a ride home… what a coincidence,” she teased, leaning forward to squeeze you in a passionate hug. “I knew it! I saw it the minute I walked in!”

This time was your turn to shrug with a puzzled expression: Reid and Garcia should have been on the opposite side of D.C. for a relaxed dinner at the Morgans’ after a thorough raid of all the neighborhood porches. However, Derek had called just as they were getting in the car to inform them that Hank got unexpectedly sick and forty-five minutes later All Hallows’ Eve enthusiast Reid (dressed up as Edgar Allan Poe) plus a very concerned Penelope had showed up at your apartment, making you wonder why on earth wasn’t she already busy baking since she kept repeating chickenpox called for the best pumpkin pie ever.

“Well, there goes our plan to keep a low profile,” you groaned as you closed the door behind her, and Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“How…?! Is this what they call ‘female intuition’?”

“Call it whatever you want but I’m glad she’s not mad we didn’t tell her right away,” you replied, proceeding to wrap your arms around his shoulders, “and I can think of another person who’s probably very happy for you, now.”

Spencer got rid of the fake mustache with a pensive stare. When it finally dawned on him that Garcia’s phone buzzing during your impromptu horror-themed movie night had in fact started out as live updates on their godson’s health and most likely turned into a gossip session about you two as a couple he squinted.

“I almost bailed on going trick-or-treating with them. I didn’t because I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, but I also wanted to see you. It’s our first Halloween.”

You nodded. “Maybe we can still get tickets for Nosferatu. You’re a terrible liar, so I’m sure there really is a midnight screening at the Silver Theatre.”

Spencer stared at you, entranced, then pulled you closer and in a heartbeat your lips met his - a sweet caress, tender and soft, your breaths entwined and your noses rubbing against each other in delicate strokes. You gave him a gentle push and he plopped down on the couch as you placed one knee on either side of his legs to straddle him; one of his hands sneaked behind you, exploring you as if he was trying to blindly map your whole back. 

You felt his other hand on your waist, hesitant. 

Three months had passed since the day you both came to the conclusion you were not “just friends” - three months made of late night phone calls from six different States, of handwritten silly notes you hid in his leather bag each time you drove him to the airport to catch a flight for Houston, three months of you hoping things would eventually move past the PG rated phase.

Three months of your self-consciousness sowing the seed of doubt in your heart, encouraged by the notion of whom he got to share his workspace with: you were no Emily or JJ and even if Spencer wasn’t the type to pay attention to details he frequently referred to as ‘trivial’ you were growing less and less confident.

“It’s fine, you can touch me,” you whispered, guiding his palm to cup your breast. They were pretty difficult to ignore, nevertheless he always seemed to steer away from them as much as he could.

You ran your fingers through his hair until you grabbed a small chunk of his curls; Spencer gasped for air and you brushed your tongue over his lower lip, letting out a muffled moan when the heat between your legs became almost unbearable. You started grinding on his lap to adjust tightly against his body.

“Wait…” he whined, squirming under you.

A second moan escaped from your throat while the pressure of his stiff cock hit your thigh but he shoved you away to free himself and spring to his feet, shaking heavily as if he was experiencing a full blown anxiety attack. 

His cheeks were flustered and his hair stuck to his dampened forehead so that he couldn’t even look at you straight - which gave him the perfect excuse to avoid doing it altogether. “I– I’m sorry…”

“No, no, I am…” you muttered, because the guilt building up in your chest felt so heavy you find it difficult to breathe.

Spencer was standing there, fumbling nervously with the cravat around his neck; his body language was screaming discomfort and he was clearly thinking of an excuse to remove himself from the situation. It was then that the hidden and irrational side of you, the one that desperately feared he would have disappeared forever if you’d let him go, kicked in and a rush of adrenaline came running down your spine.

“Please…” you continued, placing a hand over his, “it’s okay, really… there’s no way to control it, you should know better than anyone—”

“Why? Because I’m a man and men are supposed to have zero impulse regulation?!”

The embarrassment and shame in his voice broke you: you had sworn a thousand times in your mind to do your best to be his solace, yet now it seemed you were hurting him like no-one had ever done before.

“No,” you replied, “because you’re the genius, here, and you should know it’s a perfectly healthy and natural reaction.”

He huffed, visibly irritated at what he must have perceived as a patronizing tone. A different sort of emotion crawled under your skin, sparked by the amount of tension stagnating in the air.

You offered him a cushion and glanced at him with your usual no-nonsense attitude. “Sit down, so we can have a proper conversation? You know, like… functioning adults.”

Spencer pouted for a second, evaluating numbers and statistics about two years and a half’s worth of interactions. The truth was, intellectual affinity was such a familiar concept for the two of you that talking your way through an issue was indeed a synonym for a positive outcome. 

He grabbed the cushion and held it onto his stomach to shield himself from your gaze, though it was purposely focused on his face; you thought it was best to put some distance between your bodies when he sat on the couch again so you folded your legs underneath you, shivering like a cold draft had found its way inside the room.

“Listen, we can both agree this is not your regular, everyday casual topic of conversation… which is why we’ve never discussed premarital sex—”

“I’m not against it,” Spencer rushed to declare, “I’ve assumed it was the same for—”

“Sure, no! Ditto,” you confirmed.

His furrowed brows relaxed while his mouth curved in a timid smile. “Did you know that every person’s intimate relationships follow a script that has been written according to their own individual attitude towards all –uhm, sexual experiences?”

“I did not,” you admitted, and Spencer’s hands started dancing to the sound of his own words. 

“There are sets of guidelines for appropriate behavior, each partner in consensual encounters acts as if they are an actor following a script rather than acting on impulse alone. Researches indicate that women are more likely to initiate contact in well established relationships, negotiating sexual activity in developing relationships can be difficult 'cause both parts have multiple goals to deal with, such as providing relational definitions or following specific standards or morals.”

“Yeah, speaking about relationships… I think we’ve been in one since Christmas, we were just too dumb to say it out loud. And to each other,” you explained. “Sounds like a well-established to me but what’s your take on us?”

He curled into himself. “Every time we’re together I know there’s no other place I’d rather be. I’ve never even imagined it could be possible, I want to feel you even closer… and I’m so afraid I’m forcing this on you—”

“You’re not, I want it too,” you reassured him, “but to be honest I was starting to worry you were not into… me.”

Spencer’s beautiful eyes roamed over you and what you could see was all but repulsion. “Actually it’s the complete opposite.”

“So, what if my script says I’m ready to take things further?” you inquired, inching towards him to tug at the cravat of his costume. 

Spencer cupped your face and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Mine is on the same page,” he whispered.

Your fingers immediately went to the vest he was wearing and trailed the line of buttons in a slow movement; you undid them one by one, the hems eventually coming apart to reveal the white shirt underneath.

“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” you purred while you loosened the cravat to uncover his Adam’s apple. The way his muscles tensed as it bobbed up and down drove you crazy, so you teased him with the tip of your tongue - your lips grazing over the short stubble. 

Damn him and his impeccable bone structure: the scruffy look suited him so well it always sparked in you the urge to pin him to a wall and sink your teeth into his tender flesh. You loved how he could sport a smooth, professional style when the situation required it still wasn’t concerned with shaving each morning, almost as if it was an impractical activity which took energy away from whatever he considered to be a priority at that moment. 

You heard something flop on the floor and stopped your ministrations: the cushion he’d been holding over his stomach wasn’t there anymore, meaning you got to notice his trousers were becoming increasingly tight.

You squeezed his knee to make sure he was prepared for a more intimate contact then you slid it even further on his leg, giving him a couple of minutes to adjust to your gentle strokes before you felt confident enough to move the action to his inner thigh.

Spencer gasped, surprised rather than shocked or disturbed by how close you were now to where he was aching, and he leaned back to ease the pressure of the fabric but kept his eyes on you. 

He gave a silent nod in response to your interrogative stare, so you finally traced the outline of his hard cock between your thumb and index.

He jolted this time and muttered under his breath, a deep rasp in his voice you didn’t expect: you were unprepared to hear your name spoken as it was the quintessence of pure desire and you quivered, the throbbing in your ears rolling to your core.

You kissed his temple as you pointed at the waistband of his trousers. “Can I…?”

“Y– yes…” he muttered.

His clothes didn’t have any space left to accommodate his bulge. You palmed over it and felt an impatient twitch, which nearly had Spencer cursing; it was becoming torture for him so you reached for the zipper. 

For a split second the historical inaccuracy of a Victorian era costume featuring a device first introduced years after Edgar Allan Poe’s death hit you - a remark Reid himself would have been very appreciative of, which showed how much you could relate to the way his brain worked. Then you shook out of it and peeled his slacks open.

You crumpled the shirt over his stomach and marveled at the sight of his soft belly, the flawless navel, the dark fuzz pointing directly to his raging erection. With a cautious approach you freed it from any restraint, chewing on your lower lip as you often did when you were entirely focused on a challenging task. 

You couldn’t exactly say you had many options in your mind to compare him to but you had done a lot of fantasizing: now that he was in front of you, undressed and defenseless, you were downright mesmerized by—

“What’s wrong?!” Spencer screeched, interrupting your train of thought. “Is it odd? Does it look odd?!”

You shook your head, taken aback. “... odd?! No, why?!” you asked. “It’s just…” you petted the roundness to demonstrate, “I like your tummy so much.”

The way it pressed against his belt whenever he sat next to you on your couch or his was overly inviting and in the past weeks you had to fight the temptation to sneak a hand inside his shirt to squish it, because you didn’t know how he would’ve reacted. 

“Really?!” he marveled, confirming he wasn’t even aware you had a thing for soft tummies. His soft tummy, to be specific.

You smiled and leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. “Are you okay with me doing this?”

Spencer nodded, his eyelids half-closed, so you let your fingertips follow the trail of hair below his belly button; his hardness twitched again when you got near, then you wrapped your hand around it. 

You both moaned in unison, a harmony of pleasure that filled the silence of your living room. You moved along his entire length, feeling the satiny skin sliding over the shaft, and he threw his hair back in a movement that left his jugular exposed: his neck was too inviting and you sucked on it, the groans vibrating in his throat reverberating on your lips.

You gripped tighter when he got used to your caresses. As soon as his muffled whimpers seemed to increase in frequency you circled your thumb over the tip, spreading his leaking precum over the sensitive head. Spencer was at loss for words, a good indication that he was definitely enjoying the moment.

You were enjoying it too; you started to rub your legs together, your imagination running wild and picturing all sorts of scenarios. The mere thought of having him inside of you made you want to touch yourself but you resisted: Spencer was undoubtedly new to this and deserved someone in his life to love him and shower him with attention, so you decided to put his release before your own.

When you twisted your hand at the base of his cock he jumped, missing the bridge of your nose by a few inches.

“Too much?!” you cooed, and he seemed to come out of a sort of drunken stupor.

“No, no… it’s good, I like it…”

You sighed. “Spence, you have to tell me if—”

“It’s really good,” he replied, the urgency sensible in his tone. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded, low-key ashamed of how needy he’d sounded.

You pecked him on the nose as a reassurance you accepted and cherished this version of him: he wasn’t the kind of man to be interested in the crude physical aspect of sex, he’d made it clear. He wasn’t desperate for just anyone to satisfy him - he trusted you to do it, because he knew you were safe in each other’s arms.

You shifted to adjust at his side and returned to your previous occupation; you let your other hand wander over his thigh as a forewarning, then you sheepishly cupped his balls so you could provide additional stimulation and send him over the edge.

He bucked his hips, a loud “Oh, God!!!” escaping from his mouth before he grasped a fistful of your hair. He was hungry for you, his tongue sliding lustfully against yours and his breathing so ragged you were sure he was getting close. 

Kissing him was your drug of choice but you also wanted to watch him come undone, thanks to you, so you turned your head while he tensed: he arched his back and bucked his hips once more, nipping at your earlobe. He became harder as he spilled himself over your fingers, wrist and his own stomach with a feral growl.

You didn’t let go of him, not even when his whole body finally slumped down.

The well-defined jaw and unruly curls falling on his face, now so serene, made him appear like a Botticellian masterpiece. Botticelli would have never painted one of his subjects in such a disheveled state, for sure, but the contrast between his angelic aura and the fact he was sprawled on the couch with his trousers unzipped and his softening cock still in your hand was a vision to behold.

“Hey,” you hummed as he re-opened his eyes and found you looking at him, “you’re too cute to be real, you know that?!”

Embarrassed - yet adorably proud - Spencer lowered his gaze, only to grimace at the stickiness on his belly. And on you. “I made a mess, I’m s—”

“We made a mess. Besides, it’s nothing a towel can’t fix, don’t be sorry,” you said, patting his tummy.

You were almost tempted to ask him how long he’d been saving it for, in a clumsy attempt to remind him you’d fallen so head over heels for him you were not at all grossed out; at the last moment you ruled the joke out, though, stretching your legs to get up instead. “Give me a couple of minutes.”

He flashed you the most awkward smile and you forced your feet to move towards the bathroom. 

You washed your hands under the hot running water and silently watched a part of Spencer swirling down the drain; the floral scent of the soap was now in the air but you could still feel his - coffee and cologne, accentuated by the faint traces of sweat on his skin. 

You had just discovered something new: Spencer was often oblivious of how good he looked (despite the dark circles under his eyes) and that was no mystery, but the idea he might have been insecure about different parts of his body was something you’d never taken into account. If being a couple was the natural consequence of the emotional bond between you - rather than a result of some physical infatuation alone - why was he so preoccupied with your reaction to his half-naked self?

Your brain was going in severe overdrive. 

You inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, your fingers gripping on the honed marble of the countertop, then you dried your hands with a towel, grabbed a fresh one and returned to the living room; the instant you approached your couch you realized Spencer had been doing a lot of thinking of his own, and your heart sank into your stomach.

“Wunderkind, are you alright?” you questioned as you offered him the towel so that he could clean himself up. “What’s going on in here?” you added, tapping lightly on his temple.

He shrugged and proceeded to meticulously remove any trace of his seed from his belly and clothes before tucking the shirt into the waistband of his trousers. “Nothing special.”

His left eyebrow raised, due to an involuntary movement of his facial muscles: it was a flash, a glimpse, the undeniable proof he was hiding something. The sound of your intrusive thoughts and fears got so loud you wanted to scream to cover their noise.

“Your microexpressions say otherwise,” you retorted.

Spencer lifted his head to meet your eyes, mouth agape, and you couldn’t decipher the meaning of such a bewildered reaction. You had always been able to recognize his lying frown, his anxious smile, the suspicious squint and a hundred more variations: you were not a member of the BAU but you were an expert on detecting and classifying his emotions, yet you’d never seen that one before. 

“It’s… uhm, I’m wondering if it was good for you.”

Your heart leaped and bounced back where it belonged. His job required him to be the one calling people out on their behavior, not the other way round; your presence in his life forced him to face a situation in which his skills as a profiler couldn’t shield him from his own vulnerability, so he was in serious need of some consolation.

You bent over to whisper in his ear. “It was.”

“But you didn’t...” he nervously licked his lips, “and I want you to. Just tell me how.”

In the back of your mind you were 100% sure it would have been the right moment to confess you’d been harboring a few insecurities of your own but your fight-flight-freeze response was already answering on your behalf, making you freeze on the spot.

“Spencer…”

“You don’t think I can?!” he inquired, still convinced his lack of experience was the motivation behind any episode of miscommunication. 

“NO! It’s not about you,” you responded in a hurry, hugging him as he was still seated on the couch. “Or maybe it is… ” you gestured to your whole figure, “I guess I’m a bit worried this isn’t what—”

Spencer wrapped you in an equally sweet hug, his chin dimple pressed on your abdomen. “This is soft,” his hands ran to the back of your knees, trailing up, “it’s so soft I’ve got only one thing in mind every time you hug me and I have to stop myself…”

He stopped talking mid-sentence when you guided his palms over your chest and he finally laughed, fascinated by the feeling of your breasts through the shirt.

If he was so happy at the idea you were starving for his touch and was clearly eager to reciprocate it was time to consider the strong possibility he wasn’t just settling for less. “Do you really—”

“Yes!” he replied, enthusiastically. “But I could use a few hints, you know.”

You knew. “May I sit on your lap, kind sir?”

The ‘are you even serious?’ pout on his face deserved an award; now you were both allowed to act silly without the slightest concern one of you was making fun of the other, high on the intoxicating concept of true intimacy.

You positioned yourself so that you were seated on his groin, your back flat on his chest and your head nestled in the crook of his neck, thanking Mother Nature for the existence of refractory periods. Not that it was necessary, but Spencer hooked his left forearm around your waist to secure you as his tongue glided over the soft skin behind your ear. “How do I start?”

“Step one: make some space,” you tipped him.

He gulped loudly and began to caress your knee, ghosting his fingers along the thigh-bone. You shivered in anticipation and when he tried to reach for your inner thigh you spread your legs apart; he flattened his palm, gripping on your muscles and rubbing back and forth - still keeping some distance from your most delicate spots. 

You turned to offer him your lips. “Tease me… up and down, light touches.”

He did as he was told. When he ran the back of his hand over your mound you whimpered, the oversensitivity being too much to bear combined with the mind-blowing taste of his mouth over yours.

“Isn’t it frustrating for you?” he managed to articulate in between kisses and you rocked your hips against him.

You could already feel the familiar and insistent throbbing, accentuated by the fact that delayed gratification was a real pain; you were dying for him to placate the fire his hard cock had sparked in you, so you grabbed his wrist and guided it over your stomach, down the front of your panties.

He gasped at the feeling of your tender flesh, the curly hair, the dampness - too many sensory inputs to process all at once. “You’re so… warm?”

“Core body temperature is higher than the temperature of the skin,” you reminded him. 

“So warm,” he kept repeating, basic biology facts lost on him because his brain seemed to have switched off. 

His palm grazed over your folds and your legs fell further open to give him better access; you stroked his left forearm and tilted your head back. “Only two fingers now, Spence… up and down. But don’t go straight for—”

You tensed when his fingertips danced on your clit and he gripped you even tighter. “Sorry,” he mumbled, but the sensation was so good you could only smile.

“If you plan to go there it’s left and right. And draw a few circles around, big and small...” you explained before words turned into muffled moans as he put your suggestions into actions.

You were still grinding on his lap, your back glued to his chest, and he took advantage of the proximity to trap your earlobe between his teeth, sucking lightly at each change of the pattern he was tracing.

You squeezed his wrist when the flame inside of you grew fiercer. “You can slip your finger in if you want.”

Spencer let go of your earlobe and paused. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” you admitted, the weight of your secret vanishing in the air like a puff of smoke.

He sighed and shifted underneath you; just as you were ready to tell him he didn’t have to if he wasn’t comfortable with the idea he slid his middle finger past your entrance and you shuddered in his embrace. His hands were elegant, veiny, and his slender digits made for playing piano or reaching your hidden crevices - you had no doubts about it, but judging by how he was sitting still he had more than one question regarding what to do with them.

“How do I feel? Spence...?”

Even if you couldn’t really see his face, you knew he had a confused-slash-excited look on. “Hot… and wet, I never thought—”  

“You like it?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?!” he asked in the cutest high-pitched tone and you laughed, making you both wince at the sudden movement. 

All the words in any existent language put together couldn’t describe the amount of affection you had for him. “I like it, Spence,” you hummed, “and it would be even better if you tried curling your fin— FUCK!” 

Spencer wasn’t one to waste time once he was given a specific instruction.

He pushed his finger forward and curled it as you said, gliding in and out to slowly familiarize himself with the different textures of your inner walls. He adopted a very empirical approach, experimenting several techniques based on what he’d learned not so long before, while you whimpered and moaned his name; he was moaning, too, and so prettily you couldn’t control yourself.

“Spence, I need more…” 

He nipped at your jaw, his long hair tickling your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I promise”, you panted, almost out of breath.

When he slipped a second finger in you realized that his arm wrapped around your waist was the only thing still keeping you in place: your legs were giving up on you, your hips swayed to let Spencer’s fingers plunge deeper as your back arched and your fists closed around his clothes. He was pumping relentlessly, overwhelmed by your wetness and the way you were taking him inside like he was a missing part of your own body; he tried to reach for your mouth and you turned to grasp the nape of his neck.

“Your hands are perfect,” you whined, “you are perfect…”

He huffed, his heart pounding fast. “Are you…?”

“Please... make me come, Spence,” you begged him in a whisper.

He pressed his thumb on your clit and started alternating between rough circling motions and the upward movement of his fingers, as you bucked your hips at a frantic pace; your thighs muscles contracted, you clenched around him and you ears plugged as you climaxed - something that had never happened to you before.

You tugged at his hair and screamed his name, before settling against his body once the tension faded. 

He kept his fingers inside and he cuddled you throughout the aftermath of your orgasm, planting butterfly kisses wherever his mouth could reach and cradling you like his only mission in life was making you feel safe and protected. 

Your self-consciousness awoke first, despite the rush of feel-good hormones flowing in your bloodstream.

“Am I crushing you…?” you mumbled, and he grunted as you wriggled free to lean forward and pick up the towel from the floor. 

He stared at his wet fingers with a pensive frown, then he wiped them clean and turned to face you - now seated on the couch with your legs across his and your forearm rested on his shoulder, so that you could play with his curls. 

“Doctor, you deserve a gold star for your performance.”

He smiled and lowered his gaze for a second. “I’m very good at following instructions.”

“You’re not bad at improvising, either,” you pointed out, “the thing you did with your thumb…?”

“I figured it was only a matter of combining the exact pressure and the right angle. Technically speaking—”

“Spencer?!” you cut him off, before he could lose himself in his own rambling. “Thank you,” you added, kissing him lightly on his lips before you stood up to fix your panties and trousers. “You can tell me all about the mechanics behind one of the best orgasms of my life on our way.”

“Nosferatu. First Halloween together…?” you elaborated when he looked at you in total confusion. “You’ve changed your mind.”

He shifted on the couch, his hazel eyes fixed on you. “Is that okay?”

This time you looked at him with your best ‘is ice cream cold?’ frown: you wanted to spend eternity with him, not just an hour or two more. You climbed into his lap and tangled your fingers in his hair while he cupped your breasts.

“What if I get…? I mean... again?!”

“Well, it’s not going to happen right now, Professor!!" you snorted, and his giggle sounded like celestial music. "But don’t worry, we’ve got the whole night."

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1005: Rookie's Birthday Brunch (King of Fighters)

12:45 p.m. at The Bogard's Residence's Dining Room......

Everyone: (Singing Rock a Happy Birthday While Standing Around a Box of Pizza With One Candle Sticking in the Middle and the Other Three Circling Around it) Happy Birthday to Rocky!~ Happy Birthday to you!~

Rock: (Looks Down at his Whole Circle Pizza in Front of Him) You know, I never thought I would ever blowing out the candles off of a pizza up until now.

Mary: (Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth) Yeahhh....Sorry i wasn't able to order you a cake. I was so busy and tired from work that it didn't even crossed my mind until it was too late....(Pouts While Pointing at Terry Roght Next to Her) I dunno what's his excuse for not getting you one though.

Terry: (Glares at his Girlfriend) Hey, I had a perfect good reason!

Mary: (Crosses her Arms) Which is?

Terry: I....was doing stuff.

Shingo: (Raises an Eyebrow Along With Everyone Else in the Room) Like?

Terry: ...........('Sighs in Defeat') Forgetting......(Starts Twiddling his Fingers Around While Looking Away) Plus, I.....don't have a lot of money at the momentr. Sooooo......

Mary: (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Uggggggh.

Shingo/Kula: Seriously?

K': (Gives Terry a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You need to get a job, man.

Rock: Agreed. (Smiles Softly at the Pizza in Front of Him) But honestly, I don't mind having this as a backup cake. It's the thought that counts.

As Rock blows out the candles, everyone (minus K') begins to cheer for the birthday boy and his wish.

Mary: (Clasps her Hands Together) Okay! Time to give our boy some presents! Who's first?

Kula: (Happily Raises her Hands Up While Hiding Something Behind her Pther) Me! Me! I wanna go first!~ I present you......(Reveals her Gift to Rock) A Rainbow Color Lollipop!~ I saw it at the store yesterday and I HAD to get it for you!~

K': With my money!

Kula: (Glares at K') OUR money! (Turbs Back to Rock While Crossing her Arms) Seriah told us to share.

K': And yet she still gave it to me. (Smirks at Kula) Goes to show how I'm responsible I am compared to you.

Kula: (Groans While Rolling her Eyes) Anywayyyys....(Smiles Brightly at Rock in Front of Her Face) I really hope you enjoy it. (Wiggles her Finger While Giving Rock a Sisterly like Pout) But don't try to take a whole bite off of it or you'll get yourself a nasty toothache.

K': Yeah and she should know. (Shows Everyone a Picture of Kula Wearing a Toothache Bandage Around her Head and Chin)

Kula: (Gasps Before Turning at K' and the Picture in Question With a Glare and Blushes on her Face) K!!~ Don't show anyone thatttt!! (Immediately Rushes Over to K')

Rock: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'll....be sure to keep that in mind, Kula. Thank you.

Shingo: (Slid Towards Rock's Seat With a Smile on his Face) Me nexxxt!~(Takes Something Out of his Track Suit's Pocket) It's not spectacular or anything, but.....(Presents His Gift to Rock) I still hope you like it.

Rock: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) No way. You got me new fighting gloves?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep. Heard you said you've been wanting new sets for a while now. So I figured I go out of my way to find them for you. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Turning his Smile into a Sheepish One) It's a good thing cause it's the last one they had at the store I went to. Whatcha think?

Rock puts on the fingerless gloves Shingo gives him and examine each side of both of his hands to see how it looks on him before putting out an approval nod.

Rock: Fits like any glove would with style. (Turns to Shingo With a Soft Smile) Thanks, bud.

Shingo: (Smiles Back at his Best Friend) Y-

K': (Rolls his Eyes While Keeping an Angry Kula From Tackling him With One Hand on her Forehead) Welcomed too. Yeah, yeah. Now, move aside already, Yabuki, it's my turn!

Shingo sighs and roll his eyes as he starts doing as he was told.

K': Birthday Boy! Think fast!

K' tosses his gift towards Rock's direction, causing the Birthday Boy in question, to catch it in his hands easily before looking down to see that gift is......

Rock: Sunglasses?

K': Sunglasses. Figured you could wear them if you wanna look cool. Not cool as me obviously, but- (Felt Kula Licking his Hand Before Quickly Moving It Away From Her in Digust) Ack! Seriously!?

Kula: Who's the responsible one now, jerk? (Blows a Raspberry at K')

K': (Balls his Fist in Annoyance) You little....

Mary: (Stand Between the Duo While Backing Them Away From Each Other at Ease) Alright, you two. Break it up. It's my turn to give out presents.

Rock: Presents?

Mary: (Smiles Brightly as She Mames her Way to her Son) Yep!~ Lucky for you, you get three of them from this year. First and foremost, you get a big birthday hug~ (Happily Hugs Giggling Rock While Picking him Up From his Chair) Then, your birthday kisses~ (Kisses Rock on the Cheek)

Rock: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Mary's Kisses) Mom!~ Not in front of everyone here! (Turns to Terry) Terry, put your phone down!! You too, Shingo!

Terry: (Taking Pictures of his Son and Girlfriend From his Phone While Chuckling Lightly) No can do, kiddo. This is too cute of a moment to past up. (Nodded his Head to the Side at Shingo Who is Doing the Same Thing He's Doing) Shingo here gets me.

Rock: Shingo!

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sorry! I couldn't resist.

Mary: One more kiss for the road. (Gives One Final Kiss on the Cheek to Rock Before Getting Something From Underneath the Dining Room's Table) Annnnnnd.......(Reveals Rock her Final Present to Him) Tadaaa!~

Rock: You got me a varsity jacket?

Mary: (Happily Nodded) Yep~ I had this bad girl all the way back in my college years. The good, the bad...(Starts Shivering a Little at the Past) and especially the embarrassing.....(Smiles Again) Still, I think it's high time I give her up to the best son in the world!~

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Passing the torch to me on my birthday? I'm honored already?

Mary: (Puts the Jacket on Rock's Shoulder While Playfully Rolling her Eyes) Oh relax. I wouldn't say it's anything too special. (Smiles Softly) Still, I really hope you like it, Rocky.

Rock: (Smiles Softly as He Puts the Jacket On Himself) I love it already. (Gives Mary a Kiss on the Cheek) Thanks, mom.

Mary's heart begins to melt as she pulls Rock Into another loving hug.

Terry: (Clasps his Hands Together Woth a Big Grin on his Face) Okay! Better prepare yourself, Rookie, cause it's time for me to give you the best birthday present yet!

K': You getting a job? (Gets Hit in the Shoulder by Kula)

Terry: Nope! Got something even better! (Takes Out a Small, Slightly Long, Black Box From his Coat Pocket and Gives it to Rock)

Rock opens up the box Terry just gave to him and sees a golden necklace from inside. Once he takes it out of the box, he sees the words Bogard dangling down at the bottom of the necklace.

Rock: Terry.....Is this......

Terry: A golden necklace with our last name incrested on it? That's right. It was once worn by your old man's old man, Jeff Bogard. A good, strong man by heart. I still miss him to tis day, but....I'm glad he's in a better place, ya know?

Rock: (Stares Down at the Necklace in Question) Are.....are you really sure want me to have this? (Looks Back Up to Terry) Your father meant the world to you. Shouldn't you keep this to remember him by?

Terry: I could, then I honestly think you deserve to have this more than I do. We may not be related by blood, but you'll always be a Bogard in my eyes. And I can't be anymore proud to have you as my own son.

Rock: (Heart Begins to Melt as He is in a Loss For Words)

Terry: (Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Plus, I was never really much of a jewelry kind of guy growing up, so- (Suddenly Gets Hug Tackled Tightly By Son Before Chuckling Lightly) Woah there, rookie. At least warn me before hugging me like me.

Rock: (Holding on to Terry While Shyly Looking Away) Sorry, I.....I just....really love and appericate you a lot, dad.

Terry: (Stares Down at Rock Before Smiling Vack at Him and Hugging Him Back) Right back at ya, kiddo. You mean the world to me. To all of us.

As everyone (including K' thanks to Kula dragging him into this) begins to join in on the hugfest, the doorbell begins to rang the apartment's door.

?????: Special Delivery to the Bogard Residenc, from...uhh...Geese Howard? I think?

Everyone: (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened) GEESE!?

The gang quickly rushes over to the security monitor in Mary's room to figure out what was the package their eternal enemy has sent to them in front of their doorstep. With him control. Rock uses the camera enchancer to take a closer look at the package in question.

Rock: Yep. That package is sent from Geese alright......

Shingo: I don't get it. Why would Geese, of all people, would want send a package to your house? ('Gasps') You guys don't think it's a trap, do you?

Mary: (Sighs While Placing her Hand on the Side of her Head) God, I hope not....I don't have time or energy to deal with his crap right now. Or ever.

K':Neither do any of us. But how are we gonna find out if it's a trap or not?

Rock: Well, we could have one of us go out there and checks out the package themselves- Not it!

K'/Shingo: Not it!

Mary/Kula: Not it!

Terry: Not it- Ahh damnit!

As he opens the door, Terry slowly begins to tiptop his way to the package. With a close enough contact, he slowly brings his foot into very edge of the package with a very light push before quickly turning away and taking cover.....Only for him to realize that not out of the original has happened as the world itself is still normal as it always been.

Terry: (Walks Back in the Apartment While Holding the Package in his Armpit) ('Door Closed') I dunno, you guys. Maybe it this is an actual gift after all.

Mary: Yeah, I don't buy it for a second. Antoine!!!

Antoine rushes into the room with a bark.

Mary: (Puts Down the Package in Front of Her Pet Dog) Take a sniff of this box, boy.

With one nod, Antoine begins to sniff all around the package. He does a small whimper once he couldn't find anything suspicious about it a few seconds later.

Mary: Huh. I....guess we're...really in the clear here?

Rock: Only one way to find out. (Slowly Opens the Package and Gets Genuine Confused as He Sees Nothing But A.....) Suit?.

Everyone: Suit?

K': You're kidding right?

Rock: No. It's....actually a suit alright. (Starts Picking Up a Black and Red Suit From the Box) And a really good looking one to be exact.

Kula: Okay, I'm confused now. Why would someone as scary as Geese send you guys a suit?

Shingo: (Shrugs) Maybe it's a gift for Rock?

Rock: Only one way to find out......again. (Pulls Out a Paper From the Now Empty Package) Huh. I found a note inside. (Opens the Letter and Cmears his Throat Before Speaking)

Dear Rock Howard....Bogard,

It has come to my attention that today is the day you celebrate the day of your birthday. I have doubts that your pathetic slob of a guardian would actually make an attempt to get your something this year, so I took it upon myself to present you a suit that has been passed down from generations to generations of our family heritage. It might not fit your.....rebellious style as you youngsters would call it, but I'm certain it will be of good use to you someday in the future. But in the meantime, I suppose it I should wish you a happy birthday and....hope that....you are doing well with your...new lifestyle and whatnot....

Until We Meet Again, Sincerely,

Geese Howard

Terry: (Crack his Fist in Anger While Marching his Way to the Door) Alright, what's the bastard's address! I'm gonna find him and kick his ass myself!

Mary: (Stops Terry at Ease by Pulling the Back of his Jacket Woth a Deadpinned Expression on her Face) Take it down a notch, wolf boy. You're not going anywhere.

K': So he actually gone out his way to get you something this year.

Kula: That's.....nice of him....I think....

Shingo: What do think about this, Rock? I know you don't have the best opinion of Geese altogether.

Rock: (Starts Snickering a Little) That's an understatement of the century. But honestly, I'm....not entirely sure how I should feel. I mean, on one hand, I should be happy that he actually remembered my birthday at all.

K': But him abandoning you and your mother makes it hard for to forgive and forget, doesn't it?

Rock: Exactly. But I'm not gonna worry about it too much. (Shrugs) If he wants spend the rest of his life trying to take over Southtown instead of being a father, then that's on him. Besides....(Takes a Look at Everyone Standing in Front of Him While Forming a Soft Smile on his Face) I already got an amazing family right in front of me. So it's not all bad in hindsight.

Mary: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Rocky~......Another Group Hug?~

Rock: I don't why- NOT! (Immediately Gets Hugged By Mary While Wincing a Bit in Pain)

It wasn't long before everyone else begins to join in on another hugfest

Everyone: We love you so much, Rocky!~

K': (Looks Away While Blushing a Little) Y-Yeah. What they said.

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly and Wholeheartedly) I love you guys too~ Thank you so much for everything.

Happy Late Birthday, Rock Howard!

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[ao3-shenanigans]

hey dude can you make a post about ur followers sharing their personal comfort fics as a way to bond as a community? if the request doesnt bother u ofc

Of course!!

Hey y’all- let’s start a chain, add your favorite personal comfort fic- any fandom!!

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[kyokutsu-sama]

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My Future Queen

A/n: Nothing to say other than I'm obsessed with this man🛐🛐 Julius Daddy Novachrono, I love you so much❤️👑

Tw: Nsfw under the line

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You entered the bedroom and let out a long, tired sigh. Today had been a tiring and busy day for royalty, a ball was taking place in the palace's great hall. Probably by now some of the nobility guests should be saying goodbye since some had already drunk too much and others were also tired just like you.

Julius must still be down there with a bunch of people around him. He was always the main star and the life of the party, something that the king of Clover would never be even with a crown on his head. Even for you, Julius was the true king.

You took off your shoes and arranged them at the entrance, then you walked to the table next to the bed and placed your accessories there. You ran your fingers over the diamond necklace that Julius offered you to go to the ball, it sparkled so much that you felt sorry for taking it off so you kept it on. You approached the window and saw the capital through the glass. It looked beautiful both night and day.

The door opened and you looked back to find your king walking in with a smile on his face and rosy cheeks. Probably due to alcohol, he was an excellent drinker and would last longer than anyone else.

"Good night my beautiful queen" He said walking towards you and hugged you from behind. "You left the ball early. Are you okay?" His voice next to your neck gave you goosebumps. You were right, there was a certain smell of alcohol coming from him when he spoke to you.

"Yes, I was just a little tired, that's all" You said looking to the side to see his face

"I was worried, I was already thinking that something had happened or that someone made you uncomfortable"

"No, nothing like that. Apart from the fact that some were a little nasty to me" You commented, remembering the scene in which Julius had to intervene after seeing another idiot trying to hit on you. As soon as the man found out that you would be the Wizard king's future wife, he was speechless and left after almost kneeling down and apologizing a million times. You couldn't contain a smile after seeing and remembering the scene once again.

"Are you referring to that man? Don't worry, he knows who you belong to now" Julius brushed the tip of his nose against the skin of your neck before kissing you, his arms tightened around you and pulled you against him

You closed your eyes and enjoyed a little of that pleasurable feeling he was giving you, you were on your way to witnessing a man who was a little different. Julius was a very respectful and affectionate man with you, he always treated you like the queen that you are but when exposed to situations like that he would go crazy and could get a little more harsh and if you still teased him with that, it would be the last straw.

"I never thought that being your future wife would make me a desired woman" You teased, smiling and he turned you to him and looked into your eyes

"It's a shame that none of them can have you because you belong to me, dear" He said before kissing you

His hand remained firm on your waist and the other on your face, his lips seemed soft initially but his gaze was lascivious and so it didn't take long for things to heat up and the kiss became more needy. His hands hurried to remove the white lace dress you had worn for the occasion, the same one he looked at and wondered what it would look like on the bedroom floor.

You then took your hands to your king's cloak and took it off his shoulders, he picked you up and took you to the bed and laying you on the soft sheets. He knelt on the mattress in front of you, looking at you and delighting in you lying in front of him, his hands running over your body before he leaned forward and kissed your neck and marked your skin. He removed your bra and kissed your breasts slowly, your fingers passed through his short blonde strands and your lips opened to sigh heavily, the excitement between your legs was only increasing the more he touched you. Julius moved away and opened your legs, licking his lips at the sight of the wet fabric. His eyes met yours and you felt a certain heat cover your face, he loved how cute you looked blushing like that and kissed you.

"You look so perfect now" He whispered against your lips."The necklace suits you beautifully"He said, appreciating the shine of the precious crystals

His fingers caressed you through the fabric and you shivered, he ran two fingers over your wet slit before removing your last piece of clothing and exposing you to him.

He positioned himself between your thighs and lowered himself to taste what he had been craving all night. Your back formed an arch and your legs weakened, his tongue opened your slippery folds and gave you goosebumps, your king was hungry.

"Julius..." You moaned his name, feeling a wave of pleasure running through your body

The fingers of his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, his mouth turned his attention to your sensitive bud. You rolled your eyes, hands gripping his hair as you held him closer. You knew he would take out that slight jealousy towards the other idiot just because he messed with you. He was a peaceful man, but don't touch what belonged to him. He didn't express what he felt but those purple irises didn't hide anything from you.

It didn't take you long for you to came on his mouth, which ran down your slit and drank it. The man stood up, licking the corner of his lips and taking off his clothes, you just enjoyed the show, panting and with a slight smile on your face.

"Your smile makes me think you were thinking about this before, don't you?" He asked, running his fingers up your thighs as he looked at you.

"Would it be wrong for a queen to want some attention from her king?"

"No, you could have said it sooner, you know. I like spontaneity" He smiled

"And would you fuck me in the middle of the dance if I asked you, your majesty ?" You sat on the mattress and got closer to his face, only to see a the serious and thoughtful expression on his face, probably imagining the scene, changing to the smile again

"If you insisted..." He suggested and you giggled. "Who would I be to deny something to my future wife and queen?" He closed the distance between you both with a deep kiss as he laid you back on the mattress

One of his hands slid down your body and grabbed your thigh, you moaned against his lips when he took his dick and passed it through your folds, teasing your throbbing entrance.

"Do you want this?" He asked with his forehead against yours and you nodded.

He then kissed your forehead and entered you, your hands ran down his back leaving future red marks. His body started moving against yours, your legs hugged his body closer and his eyes on yours made you feel a little tense from the intensity.

The pace increased and he moved away a little, placing both of your legs on his shoulder, holding them with one arm and resting one hand on the wall behind the bed. The position allowed him to go deeper while he saw you squirming and your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. The moans were heard even outside the bedroom, Marx would probably be shocked if he could hear it.

Poor baby, too innocent to imagine Julius in a situation like that.

"If that man could only see you now..." The wizard king said, breathing heavily. You felt the blush on your cheeks again at those words. "You will be my queen and everyone will know"

You whimpered beneath him, feeling him go faster and faster as he spoke, it was pushing you to the limit.

You could no longer think straight, much less feel your body, he was giving it his all and you knew you would be sore later. Your half-open eyes caught sight of the man in front of you and you could tell he was close.

"Will you be my good queen and take everything inside you?" He said, thrusting deeper and you writhed with pleasure

"Yeah...yeah, please, I'll take it all" Tears of pleasure prickling the corners of your eyes as he reveled in the sight

You fell apart at that moment, unable to hold it in any longer, he then filled you until you were taking everything and couldn't let it leak. His arm let go of your legs and he bent down kissing your lips, now it didn't seem as rough as at first, it was somehow softer but the desire was still there on his tongue. You moved away from the kiss for a moment to catch your breath since you're both panting now.

He took one of your hands that was holding his face and kissed it gently as his eyes met yours once again.

"You're beautiful, my queen" He whispered and then commenting on your rosy cheeks. "Why are you blushing again?" He joked

"I'm not blushing" You looked away but he turned your face towards him again and kissed your lips once again

"Don't hide your face, I love seeing you like this"He declared with a chuckle, laying down next to you and pulling you to lay on top of him. "We're going to get married soon and have another ball, but I'll make sure this time I hold your hand everywhere and I'll protect you from everything" He promised, kissing the top of your head

You looked into his eyes and saw his confidence in keeping his word. You would undoubtedly be in good hands if you married him.

#black clover fandom #black clover anime #black clover #black clover x reader #julius novachrono #Julius Novachrono x reader #Okay he and Yami are my curretly fav dilfs so I'll post a lot for them here #There's something abt royal things that attracts me #smut writing #fluff/confort #Royal marriage

[lightwing-s]

Can you do a JasonxReader where the reader graduated college and Jason finds a special way to celebrate?

It was all finally over. You’re a college graduate now. Seems like it was only yesterday that you started this journey, but it has finally come to an end.

You felt strange, happy and sad at the same time, stressed with finals and your thesis presentation, and all the planning for the graduation ceremony occupying your head. 

And Jason noticed, and stood by you through everything, helped you with anything, and stood there with the biggest smile on his face watching you walk on stage to get your diploma.

After lunch with your parents and an afternoon spent with your friends, Jason was ready to have you just to himself. “Psh” you heard him whistle at you, immediately turning around to find him hiding in a corner, head poking outside just enough to get your attention. Checking to see if nobody had noticed, you sneaked away in his direction.

“What are you doing?” you asked, amusement evident in your voice as you watched him fill his backpack with food and champagne bottles.

“Rescuing us.” he answered, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your friend’s apartment. 

Laying your head on his lap, giggles filling the air as the empty champagne bottles decorated the makeshift picnic blanket you’d made out of curtain Jason had stolen from your friend’s house, you two watched the moon rise from the now deserted Robinson Park. Jason’s fingers playing with your hair, as you stuffed the last bits of cake into your and his mouth.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, babe.“ he blurted out.

“Stop it.” you told him, feeling the redness climb up your cheeks for the millionth time today. “I just got a degree.”

“And I’m not supposed to be proud of this? I’m not supposed to be proud my girlfriend is a fucking genious? That she’s now a graduated boss bitch?” he said, holding your face in his hands and spreading kisses all over it.

“Stop, Jay.” you moaned, not holding back the laughs from coming out.

“No!” he screamed, tangling his body on yours and rolling you both on the “blanket”.

You spent some time like that, tangled in each other, cuddling under the moonlight, between kisses and laughter, and many more “I'm proud of you” from your very proud boyfriend.

“I have something for you.” he told you, reaching for a pocket in his backpack and taking out of it a large velvet box. “I thought of you as soon as I saw it.”

Sitting back up, you took the box from his hands and carefully opened it, feeling by it’s weight it was something much more expensive than you were used to gifting each other. You wanted to complain, to tell him you didn’t need his expensive gifts, that just these moments you got to spend with him was enough to make you happy. But opening the box left you in awe, and all thoughts of complaint left your mind.

There laid a thin delicate gold necklace, adorned with pearls and tiny crystals that sparkled brighter than the moon itself. It was ethereal, a piece of jewelry you’d never seen before and you couldn’t have ever imagined. “Jay, I-I…” you tried, but no words formed on your lips.

“Yes, you can. It’s yours, it’s my graduation present. So please, Yn, take it.” Looking up at him, his eyes reinforced his wish for you to take his present and you could not deny. Taking it from the box, you dropped it in his hands.

“Can you put it on me?” you asked, turning around so your back hit his chest. His soft touch tickled your skin, putting the accessory  in place and laying a kiss at nape of your neck, arms soon engulfing you in a tight embrace as his lips continuously met the sensitive area behind your ear.

“I’ll forever be proud of you, princess. Even if you think it’s not worth it, that it might be a small achievement, I’ll be proud. Because I know you are bound to greatness and it’s my biggest happiness to watch you succeed, and I want to be there every step of the way by your side. I love you, and I know you can do anything you want. So yes, I’ll be proud of it, of every little thing, of every silly thing. Because I love you, Yn, more than anything in this world.”

#i just want to graduate lol #and i want a cute boyfriend to support me like jason does #😭 😭 😭 #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x yn #jason todd x y/n #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #and i also cant seem to be able to write anything short #those request are supposed to be short but i always write something longer that takes me a lot longer than i wished for #but here it is #me writing during class lol

[stevesbipanic]

Eddie and Robin are the biters of their respective relationships, they'll do it absent mindedly sometimes, they'll just be holding their partners hand and lift it up and softly put their wrist in their mouth between their teeth. Steve and Nancy don't even react anymore.

Steve and Robin are the snugglers of their relationships, they will tuck themselves under their partner's chin and curl into their chest whenever they're in reach in the couch. Eddie and Nancy are all too happy to oblige.

Nancy and Steve are the 'they asked for pickles' of their relationships, slight guard dog energy for their chaotic partners that are always very much themselves despite the public opinion, they will make their opinions known to anyone that has an issue and will always make sure their partners get what they want.

Eddie and Nancy are the praisers in their relationships, sometimes their partners need reminding that they're ok and that they're loved on rough days, they're their for the nightmares about cold dark metal rooms that they can never fully understand but will hold them and remind them that they're safe and that they're important and loved.

#the fruity four #fruity four #stranger things #fruity four headcanons #stranger things s4 #st4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #steddie #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #relationship dynamics #here's your lil fluff treat #since ive done a lot of angst lately

[judasgot-it]

Hiii! I suddenly had an idea like a vision or something tehee

imagine after a party (idk, hunting dogs celebrating another victory) and s/o’s feet hurt for her heels so tecchou noticing, carries her on his back. sorry if it was simple

btw Can i call you Judy and be 🪻anon?

You've gifted me a nickname and all I did was ignore you. I think the best thing that should be done is that I write your ask and that you beat me (jk please don't I'm just a writer. but ily flower anon that nickname is so sweet u have full use to call me it <3)

Scenario: Husband! Tecchou carries fem! reader around while at a party (TW for reader being a little drunk at some parts lol)

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Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Wiser

1:15 AM

The work party was still raging on.

Fukuchi and Teruko were screaming a duet into the karaoke machine, some sort of anime intro that Tachihara complained only old people would know.

Jouno was surprisingly still in the room, forcing some poor chef to make another batch of some overly complicated dish that apparently only Jouno could appreciate. There was a gun on the table, although surprisingly it wasn't pointed at anyone yet.

You could breathe a sigh of relief at that.

All you were looking for now was Tecchou. He had gone missing around half an hour ago, doing who knew what. He was the one thing keeping you alive at this party, considering how you were one or two drinks away from either passing out on the floor or just trying to take yourself home.

Your feet hurt, what else could you say? Maybe you were a little bit too drunk right now since you were sad over where you had placed your shoes. They were somewhere in the room, you were sure of it.

It was a really emotional endeavor, enough that you felt tears start to come to your eyes thinking about where you placed them. You tried to wipe them away the best you could, trying to not hit your face with the pair of shoes you were holding in your hands.

You walked across the room, hoping to find your husband in the crowd of very important government people whose names had lost you at that moment. Thankfully no one approached you, although maybe it was because they were all as messy as you were.

Tecchou was one of the tallest people there, and even on your tippy toes, you couldn't find his messy chestnut hair in the sea of heads. The feeling of panic started to settle quickly, your heart almost beating outside of your chest - your husband could be almost anywhere.

You turned around, feeling your tongue fall into your throat as you still couldn't locate your man. Wiping your wet eyes, you watched as a man approached you - tall, with messy chestnut hair.

Swallowing deeply, you tried to compose yourself as you saw his eyes land directly onto yours. Against your will, your eyes began to well up with tears once again.

Your feet guided you, rushing towards him like a bullet.

There was no thought as you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried down inside of his red suit. You sighed with relief as you felt your cold nose start to warm up against his body, the air you breathed our fanning against the cold skin on your cheeks as you nuzzled deeper onto him.

“Oh, there you are Angel.”

Two hands pulled at your arms, their warmth shocking your cold skin into goosebumps. His fingertips danced along your skin, callouses massaging your skin all the way up to your shoulders.

“I was looking for you. I was starting to think you got lost.”

You looked up as you said this, blinking innocently up into his honey eyes. He leaned his head a little bit away to stare at you, the tattoos on his cheek blending in with his long eyelashes.

Watching them twitch made your lips curve up, how they perfectly melted in together. You took one of your hands and pulled his face to look down at you properly, his brows pinching as he took in the full sight of you.

“You're so pretty Tecchou. Do you ever hear that?”

He smiled at those words, leaning closer into your hand.

“You told me that on our wedding night, actually.”

His brows pinched again, his gaze looking downward once again.

“Angel, why aren't you wearing your shoes?”

His words took a little to sink in, you still too busy watching how his beautiful face pulled apart as he said those words - the tattoos underneath his eye moving just underneath the small creases from his smile.

“Hmm… My feet hurt.”

You other hand lowered itself, cradling his waist as you swayed to the music that played throughout the room. It was easy to ignore the horrible singing that accomidated it, as you instead focused on the strong muscles that were barely consealed underneath Tecchou's suit.

He barely budges, only swaying slightly as he let you have your moment - watching you with hooded eyes. His steps were small, his heels clicking lightly against the tile of the dance floor.

“You know, if your feet hurt I can just carry you around.”

Stopping, you looked up at him, looking at his face carefully. His eyes held no lie, seeing as he was always a truthful man.

“Are you sure about that?” It was always polite to ask in your mind, even when you were challenging one of the strongest men you knew.

“I can lift twice your weight, you know that angel.“

A small smirk spread on his face as he said this, his eyes poring through your figure. His hands traveled down to your waist, squeezing you gently.

”I wouldn't break a sweat at all, if that's what you're worried about.“

You didn't have time to react as you stomach did twists, Tecchou manhandling you into a bride carry with ease.

”Oh my god, Tecchou!”

It was impossible to hide the joy in your words as he carried you, continuing the dance you had started earlier with ease. He hummed along softly to the song that still played, ignoring whatever wailing words were coming out of a horribly drunk Fukuchi's mouth at that moment.

It wouldn't ruin yours at the very least.

“What? I'm not going to let you walk around while your feet hurt.”

He danced with ease, completing a lazy waltz with you in his arms. His soft locks were lit up by the chandelier above, turned into a soft caramel from the light that shone through the strands. They stuck up in all sorts of directions, forming a creme brulee halo around his face.

You brought one of your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing your fingers to sift through the longer strangs of his hair. It was soft, almost an estactic feeling to have something so ethereal under your hand.

“You're so gorgeous.”

His face was closer to yours, his nose nearly brushing against yours. You giggled, stealing his air as you did so.

“I think you said that to me on our wedding night, handsome.“

His lips were pressed against yours, his handsome face blocking your vision for the rest of that night.

#Idk why im thinking i have a very feminine voice while writing #not bad i think i guess its just a thing i have #idk i use this account to try to improve my writing and this is something i think ive noticed #i might try more scenarios that are based around actions cuz i lack a lot in that area #anyway i wrote half of this to the nutcracker btw so if it seems cheesy its cuz it is someone take tecchou fluff away from me #im rambling here tbh #tecchou x reader #tetcho x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #tecchou x you #tetchou x reader #tecchou bsd #tecchou x y/n #tetcho x reader