#so my room is slowly getting organized haha

[alastor-simp]

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

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[captain-mj]

MJ!! HOLY!! That warrior AU is freaking amazing!!

I'm humbly begging for a part 2 🙏🙏🙏

I'm way to invested now haha

A ton of people sent me Requests and i appreciated all of them so much!! Here y’all go. Part 1 here

Also I am so willing to make a 3rd part (and possibly more I maybe have several planned already) so feel free to just ask!

Ghost was a great sinner. He had perfected the art of it. Had broken every command. Coveted, killed, used God’s name as a curse. Slept with many people and had never been married.

But right now. This might be his greatest one. 

Soap had fallen asleep. He had moved in the night, gently leaning into Ghost. This was the sin that would damn him. 

Soap’s gentle breaths. He could feel them through his shirt. Gentle and even. Ghost should get up. Should shove him off. He didn’t. He enjoyed the heat of Soap’s body, relished in the false vulnerability. 

The morning light fell over his features, illuminating him. He looked so relaxed. His strong features catching the light in a way that made him look ethereal. 

Soap began to stir and Ghost quickly sat up, trying to erase what he had been doing. He stood up easily and pulled his coat back on. The house was well insulated, but it had still gotten cold in the night with no fire. 

“Finally, you’re up.” Ghost glanced down at him, watching him slowly blink awake. He reached down and cut his binds. Soap rubbed his wrists and Ghost noticed with a wince how red they looked. He’d have to find something a little more permanent soon. 

Soap looked at him with soft hooded eyes. “Ah.”

“Hope it was a dream?”

“Aye. Was dreaming you were a pretty blond lass. Real disappointed to see you.” Soap huffed and sat up. He stretched, muscles rolling under his skin. “How long are we going to share a bed?”

“Until I can find a way to make sure you don’t escape. Thought this was slightly better than tying your ankles to your wrists and leaving you in the living room.”

“Sick bastard.” 

“Never said I’d enjoy it.”

“Don’t have to. Can hear it in your tone.” Soap rolled his shoulders before shivering. He looked... so tiny. So cute. 

Ghost looked away. “I’m going to be busy. A guard will be outside the door. They’re instructed to kill you if you try to escape.” 

Soap looked at him with a small glare but nodded. “Fine.” 

Ghost glared at him. “Soap. Don’t make me have to hurt you. Just stay put.” He really didn’t want to. Just needed him to stay there. Stay safe. 

Ghost was not honest with himself if he could help it. He tried to avoid it to the best of his ability. But he had already lied to Soap and Shepherd, no use also lying to himself. Shepherd believed he wanted Soap to torture him for all he did on the field. That wasn’t even close to true. Soap was told that Ghost did it so he wouldn’t boost Shepherd’s ego. That was slightly closer. 

Ghost thought of Shepherd talking with Price. Price had looked uncomfortable, but Shepherd was there leader so they had to bite their tongues. Shepherd detailed what he would do to Soap. Described how he’d break him. Make him a concubine by a different name. 

Ghost had felt a strong mix of feelings at what he had talked about. Disgust at how casually he discussed assaulting him. Nausea as he remembered his own time as a “Spoil” under a cruel man. A heavy amount of hate. 

But underneath it all was a current of seething jealousy at the thought. It had caught him off guard. Even now, something possessive curled in his organs. He honestly didn’t want to hurt Soap. Soap was defeated after all. No need to be a sore winner. 

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to do other things to him. But lust was a sin and sinning was something Ghost excelled at. 

He’d never let Soap, or anyone for that matter, know any of this. He barely admitted it to himself. 

Before he left, he gave Soap some water and told him to cook if he wanted. 

“Don’t burn my house down.”

“Or what?”

“We’ll be homeless.” Ghost had deadpanned and Soap had laughed, looking shocked before he quickly looked away to fix his expressions. 

“Aye. Suppose we will.” 

Ghost nodded and walked away. He pulled on his gear, feeling Soap staring at him. He tried to turn around to catch him in the act but Soap looked away just fast enough. His hands clenched hard, taking a deep breath. 

Ghost didn’t touch him. Not once that morning. 

Price waved him over and he went to sit next to him. “You knew Shepherd wanted him.”

“Yes. That’s why I asked for him. Knew he couldn’t say no to me in front of everyone.”

“Simon. Careful.”

“I’ll be fine.” Ghost reassured. “It was worth it.” 

Price didn’t looked convinced but he let it go. The two of them talked about any news in their town. Price kept him up to date on things since he avoided leaving his home unless to go fight. His sword felt heavy on his hip. 

Alejandro and Shepherd joined them after a while, letting them finally start the stupid meeting. Ghost hated these. It was full of useless strategizing based on information that was probably fake. They weren’t on the field and none of them would agree on how to handle it, they never did. Inevitably, whoever was out commanding people would make a call and they’d pretend they never had the meeting in the first place. 

It was cycle. A vicious one that Ghost hated. 

The nice servant brought Ghost tea though. It was good tea, strong with sugar. He sipped it as they talked. 

“So, about MacTavish.” Alejandro spoke up and Ghost tried not to look at him, feeling an intense feeling of betrayal. “He still kicking?”

“Yes. He’s still alive.” 

Price looked at him, seeming to have just now realized Ghost never said what was worth it. All three of them were staring at him.

“Wait. He’s still alive?” Price asked.

“What are you doing to him?” Alejandro sounded slightly scandalized.

“What is he not doing to him?” Shepherd sounded a lot more interested. 

Ghost thought over his options. “He’s... alive. He makes a good bedfellow.” Lies. He stole the goddamn blanket. But the double entendre was enough to throw them off. 

Shepherd hummed. “Details?”

“No.” Ghost continued to sip his tea. He could feel Price’s disappointed stare piercing through him. Part of him wanted to explain that it wasn’t like that, that he hadn’t actually done anything, but if they thought he was keeping Soap for that, they wouldn’t question him not killing him. Soap would stay safe. His reputation could take the hit. Hell, may even raise it among certain of his men. He made MacTavish his whore. 

The idea made his nausea return. 

“So that’s why you wanted him. Should’ve known.” Alejandro smiled, but Ghost could see the tension in his shoulders. He was a tiny bit insulted by how easily they believed this now. 

“Are we done?”

“Yes. We’re done. Go enjoy the gift, Ghost.” 

Ghost nodded and stood up, his gear hugging his skin comfortably. The others were using the rare opportunity to wear just a shirt and pants with their coats, but Ghost preferred the leather gear. The weight of it kept him grounded. 

He left with no more fanfare, hating fucking meetings. 

The guard outside his home was still there. Their blade by their feet.

Ghost waved him off and went inside, rolling his shoulders. The place had been cleaned. Not very well, but there was significantly less dust everywhere. 

Soap jumped on him, blade in hand and Ghost disarmed him easily. 

“I’m wearing armor. That knife wouldn’t even… stop struggling.” He held Soap, watching him wriggle like a fish on a hook from where Ghost had his wrists. Soap looked at him defiantly. Ghost felt his breath catch. 

Fucking pretty asshole.

“You done?”

Soap grumbled. “Fine. I’m done.” 

Ghost nodded and took the knife from him. He pinned him to the wall and ran his hands along his sides, checking for weapons. 

Soap flushed hard and went still as possible until Ghost pulled away. He turned around, back flush against the wall. His eyes found their way to Ghost’s and he didn’t move. 

Ghost stared, confused. Soap’s clothes were clinging to him like he had been sweating. It hit him then that he didn’t have anything else Soap could wear than his own things. Fuck, he’d have to let him borrow his clothes. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad yet.

Unbeknownst to him, Soap was waiting for him to hit him. He had just attacked Ghost. In his own home. Honestly, he was half expecting to be flogged. Maybe beaten with in an inch of his life. 

“Do you want a bath?” Ghost didn’t care that he had attacked him. He’d do the same thing.

“What?” Soap stared at him, hopelessly confused by his jailer. 

“A bath. Your clothes look gross. I’ll have a tailor make you some but for now you can just borrow mine.” Ghost tilted his head. 

They stared at each other for a long while before Soap nodded. “Alright. That… sounds nice.” 

Ghost nodded back and pulled away. He luckily had the money and time to have a bathtub set up, but he had to get the water from nearby. He set some to boil so the water wouldn’t be cold. 

The entire time, he considered which clothes he’d let Soap borrow. He couldn’t give him any of his nicer ones. Those were his. 

If he looked hard enough, there might be some of his old clothes somewhere. They’d be a little smaller so they might fit Soap just a little better. 

He finished setting the bath and told Soap so, still very clearly in the bathroom. 

Soap started to undress, seemingly bothered at all about getting naked in front of Ghost. Ghost looked away, not sure if he was ready to commit such a sin yet. He made sure he didn’t see Soap’s body, not sure he wanted that to haunt his dreams. 

“You can leave you know. If you’re going to be such a prude.” 

Ghost took a deep breath. “What if you escape?”

“You know, if you want to see me undressed, you could’ve just ordered me to undress. Not lured me in like this.”

“You would’ve fought me.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Soap sounded amused. “Are you going to avoid bathing with me here as well? You won’t eat in front of me.”

“I’ll tie you up in the other room.” Ghost was pretty hungry. He’d wait until Soap fell asleep to eat. It wasn’t the longest he went without food, but probably best not to get faint while holding someone captive. “Get in before it gets cold.”

“You warmed it up?” Soap sounded genuinely surprised. “Thank you.’ 

Oh. Ghost felt a flicker of something intensely warm in his chest. He didn’t respond. He could hear Soap sink into the water. 

Soap moaned softly at the feeling of the warm water on his muscle and Ghost tensed, hands clenching. The atmosphere in the room changed. He could feel tension like a goddamn storm. 

Soap let out a small sound under his breath, a shuddering shaky thing. Like he was scared. 

Only then did Ghost notice how this probably looked. Ghost’s hand on his weapon, his other hand clenched tight. His posture had tightened, making him look even taller. He was also looking at Soap, though he couldn’t remember turning his head. 

Soap looked afraid. Ghost was only available to see above his chest, but he could see the soft curly hair though. 

The last thing he wanted to do was scare him. 

Ghost was out of the room, door clicking behind him. 

Fucking hell. 

He went in the kitchen, finding that Soap had cooked. Nice. He pulled up his mask long enough to scarf down some food, not wanting to waste too much time. 

Unfortunately, none of the clothes he wanted could be found, so he pulled a random shirt and pair of pants and set them in front of the door. “Clothes are right outside when you’re ready to get out.” 

Ghost perched on the bed, thinking hard. 

This was sustainable, but he couldn’t let him go. He’d have to figure this out. Somehow. 

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #spoils of war

[jobean12-blog]

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Dbf!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3,611

Summary: You’re in grad school and it’s been a rough semester but thankfully your father knows just who can help you get back on track and pass your organic chemistry class. 

Author’s Note: Here’s my first crack at DBF!Bucky. Ater all these award ceremonies I just had to do it haha. It moves pretty quickly because well, he’s fucking hot and we want him! The reader is around 22-23 and Bucky would be about 20 years older ish. Everyone is consenting and of age. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you love! 

Warnings: flirting, teasing, tension, light dirty talk, curses, fingering, oral (f rec), smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!) 

“Come on Dad! I don’t see the need for this! I’ll make sure I get myself together for next semester and do better.”

Your Dad gives you a pointed look with his heavy sigh. “Sweetheart. You’re paying far too much money to not be getting the grades you’re capable of. Please, just give it a try. For me.”

You stare unblinking while you try to find the willpower to keep up the fight but it crumbles quickly at his pleading eyes and you give in with a soft, “fine.”

“Great, I’ll set something up for next week.”

“Who is it anyway?” you ask.

“Someone you already know so you’ll be comfortable and you two can just get right down to studying.”

“But who?”

“You’ll see,” he answers with a bright smile. “Now, I’m off to work. Enjoy your day. I’ll see you for dinner.”

Your father’s vague words pique your curiosity and you spend the rest of the morning mentally filing through a list of possible people he could know that would be able to tutor you in organic chemistry.

When no one comes to mind you let it go for the time being and focus on enjoying the rest of your freedom before studying takes over your life.

“How does Friday night sound?” your Dad asks as you help him clean up from dinner.

“FRIDAY NIGHT? DAD!”

“Do you have plans?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Well…no. Not yet. But I might get some,” you start to protest.

He tries to suppress his smile but fails and you huff in frustration.

“Fine, but don’t make that the usual day each week. Why can’t we do like Wednesday?”

“I have him coming two days a week and we can add more if you need it.”

“Ugh this is just getting better and better. And why can’t you let me handle scheduling. I’m an adult, I’m capable.”

“You most certainly are sweetheart and once you have your first session I’ll let you handle it from then on out. Ok?”

“Ok,” you tell him. “He better be an amazing tutor.”

“He’s the best,” your Dad assures you.

Friday night rolls around quickly and you’re surprisingly nervous, your father’s secrecy having caused your anxiety to grow with each day.

You’re in your room getting ready when you hear the bell and with one last glance in the mirror you quietly tip toe down the steps to listen and take a look at your new tutor.

When your father walks into the living room your eyes go wide with surprise.

He’s tall, dressed in well fitted jeans that accent his thick thighs and a soft sweater that pulls tightly across his broad chest. His dark hair is long enough to tuck behind his ears and his full beard is peppered with patches of gray.

“Fuck,” you mutter quietly, distracted by how handsome he is.

Startling yet familiar blue eyes settle on you and you’re suddenly flooded with a feeling of recognition.

“Ah! There you are sweetheart. Come say hello! You must remember James.”

You take a tentative step down, holding onto the railing with sweaty palms.

“It’s been a while,” James murmurs, never taking his eyes off you.

Your father starts peppering James with questions and you the opportunity to study him more closely. You definitely remember him but you don’t remember him looking like this.

James holds out his hand as you approach and you slowly reach out yours to greet him. With a firm shake he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the action.

“Alright, I have that dinner to get to,” your dad starts, slipping between you and James to grab his jacket. “I’ll let you two get to work. I shouldn’t be back too late.”

You barely remember saying goodbye to your father as you shuffle into the dinning room and start to prepare your laptop and books. James says goodbye to your father and then joins you.

“You’re all grown up,” James says when he walks in.

His eyes study your face before they slowly sweep down your body with obvious appreciation. When he brings his gaze back to yours his tongue darts out to wet his lips and you follow the motion, squirming on the spot.

His hands are in the pockets of his jeans and the fabric is pulled taut across his crotch. You can’t stop your eyes from dropping between his legs. You don’t reply to his statement and instead swallow hard and gather yourself.  

“Organic chem is hard and I need to pretty much ace this upcoming semester if I want to save my grade.”

He chuckles and steps closer to you.

“So that’s it. We’re just going to get right down to business,” he asks.

You keep your head down and your eyes on your books.

“Well, you’re here to help me study right?”

“Sure doll. I’m here for whatever you want. But it wouldn’t hurt to catch up first.”

You rest your elbows on the table and force yourself to look at him.

“What do you want to know, James?” you ask, trying to hide your nervousness with some sass.

“First of all, call me Bucky. Your father and I have been friends for half our lives and I’ve known you for most of yours. No need for formalities.”

You nod in agreement and he continues.

“How is grad school? Are you enjoying yourself or spending all your time buried under books?”

You let out a long exhale and slump back in the chair.

“It’s a lot of work but I do enjoy it and I want to do well.”

“So, what happened this last semester,” he asks.  

“I lost focus,” is the only answer you give him.

“Boyfriend?” he asks with a smirk.

You cross your arms over your chest and he does nothing to hide the ways his eyes slowly wander down your face and settle on your breasts.

“We broke up,” you say flatly before narrowing your eyes his way.

“That’s too bad,” Bucky sympathizes, but you get a hint of sarcasm hidden there.

You wave him off and push the book toward him.

“I’m sure with your help I’ll get right back on track.”

“When I’m done with you doll, you’ll be exactly where I want you.”

You try to ignore the heat in his words and focus on making easy conversation.

“What about you?” you quickly ask, hoping to change the subject. “How come you know so much about organic chemistry?”

He sits back with a smile. “I’m a professor. I was doing the chemical engineering thing for a while but needed a change of pace so I moved back here and I’ve been teaching at the state college for about a year now.”

“That’s great,” you tell him.

“I enjoy it,” he says with a shrug.

He leans closer and you get a better look at his face, the patches of gray in his beard even more prominent under the lighting in the room and your mouth goes dry. His long fingers reach across the table and your eyes follow the movement, every nerve in your body alive with anticipation.

With a tug he pulls the book from your grip, laughing when you startle slightly.

“Do you want a drink?” you ask, standing suddenly and disappearing into the kitchen.

You don’t wait for his answer and open the cabinet, reaching up to grab a glass. Your fingers slip over the smooth surface and you shift forward to get a better grip only to feel the press of something hard against your back.

“Need some help?” Bucky whispers along your ear.

Your breath catches in your throat and you will your body not to react but you can’t stop the involuntary shiver that runs down your spine. At the press of his body so close your mind goes blank and you can only register the feel of him, the way his chest brushes your back with every breath he takes and how his scent overwhelms you.

He curls his fingers around the glass and plucks it from the shelf, holding it up for you. You take it from him but he doesn’t move away.

“Need anything else?” he asks, resting both palms along the counter and caging you in.

You clutch the glass to your chest and turn in his arms.

“Water,” you breathe out, slipping away from him to the sink.

He keeps his distance the rest of the time you’re together but his eyes linger and shine with an intensity that you can’t deny. Despite the obvious tension hanging between you, he’s an excellent tutor and you learn more in one session that you have the entire semester.

“So, I’ll see you next week?” he asks as you gather your things. “Friday again? Or are you going to be busy with a hot date?”

He smiles playfully and you return the gesture.

“No, probably not but I was hoping we could meet more than once a week…”

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes darkening and dropping to your mouth when you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

“That is…if you’re available?” you continue, your voice unsure.

“For you doll, I’m always available. How does Tuesday sound?”

“Great,” you say with a squeak.

“You did so well today,” he says quietly, pressing his thumb under your chin to lift your gaze. “And I’m sure you’re going to continue to impress me.”

The combination of his words and the feel of his fingers on your skin almost makes a whimper escape your parted lips.

You manage a nod of agreement before you lean into his touch. His fingers spread over your cheek and he brushes his thumb across your lips, his eyes closing as he grits his teeth.

“Did your father….?”

He never finishes his question because you hear the lock of the front door click and your father calls to you as he opens it.

Bucky takes a step back and let’s out a deep breath.

“Hey!” your father chimes. “How did it go?”

You’re rummaging through your closet when you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

“COME IN!” you shout from half inside the closet.

“Hey sweetheart,” your father says. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for my skirt,” you grunt with the exertion of shifting clothes. “I know it’s in here somewhere. Ugh, I can’t believe I still have all this shit from High School.”

“Well don’t take too long, James is already here.”

“He is,” you say, suddenly feeling breathless. “But he’s early.”

“Only a few minutes.”

“Shit,” you hiss. “Ok, be down in five.”

Your effort to remain unperturbed by the mere mention of Bucky’s name, let alone his presence, flies out the door with your father and you silently curse yourself.

Once you find your skirt and get dressed you push your shoulders back with determination, resolute in the hope of taking control of the situation.

You flounce down the stairs to find Bucky sitting on the couch while your father is standing with his back to you both and on the phone. Bucky’s legs are spread wide and one hand rests casually on his thigh and the other is gripping the back of the couch.

At your approach his eyes immediately find you, that familiar heated desire filling them.

You walk the rest of the way down and give him a wave.

He sits forward and places his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring.

You stop only a few inches away from him with an expectant look.

“Are you ready to study?” you ask cheerily.

The only response you get is a low growl before he stands and wraps his arm around your waist. He tugs you into his chest and dips his head to your ear.

“If this is some kind of game you’re playing doll, you’re not going to win.”

Your palms meet the muscles of his toned stomach, easy to feel under the thin material of his soft shirt, and you tilt your head back to look him in the eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Bucky.”

Before your father can see you in his arms you move away and sashay into the dining room.

“Alright. Sorry about that phone call. I’m going to my office to do some work, I’ll see you before you leave James.”

Your father excuses himself and walks down the hallway, shutting his office door.

As you’re organizing your things your feel Bucky’s presence at your back, the warmth of his body like a caress. He traps you against the table and presses his arousal along your ass.

“Did you wear this just for me?” he asks as he runs his nose along your throat.

“My father is home,” you moan as you lean into him.

“I know that doll face but I’m not the one who’s walking around looking like they wanna get fucked.”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait then.”

You wiggle away from him and lean down to grab something from your bag, putting your panties on display.

Without a warning he grabs your arm and spins you around, taking two long strides and pressing you into the wall.

“So last week was just an act? Hmm? What happened to all that shy sweetness?”  

“It’s still there,” you purr with a bat of your lashes. “I told you you’ll have to wait.”

“Or…” he growls. “I could just tear those pretty little panties right off and stuff you full of my cock right now.”

The sound of footsteps widen both your eyes and Bucky pushes off the wall and falls into the chair at the table. You quickly adjust your skirt and smooth a hand down your shirt before grabbing your book.

“Hope I’m not disturbing you two,” your father says as he walks by. “Just need something to drink.”

“We’re fine Dad,” you answer with a sweet smile. “Working hard.”

Bucky just nods but keeps his face in the book.

Your father gives you one last smile before shuffling back down the hall.

“Shall we,” you chirp and pop open your laptop.

Even with your new found feelings of confidence it’s hard to deny how much you want Bucky to do exactly what he said he could do and the whole study session you find your mind wandering to thoughts of it.

“Where are you right now doll?” he asks with a knowing smirk.

You clear your throat and let out a little huff.

“Right here Bucky.”

He closes the textbook with a snap and stares at you so intensely you squirm in the chair.

“You’re full of shit,” he murmurs.

Before you can protest your father walks back into the kitchen to refill his glass.

“Hey Dad! I’m going to call it an early night and do some reading before bed,” you say, standing and starting to clean up.

“Alright sweetheart. Can you see James out for me? I have one more call to make and then I think I’ll do the same!”

“Sure,” you answer and give your father a kiss on the cheek.

The two friends bid each other farewell and you wait until you hear the click of the office door.

“Friday?” you ask Bucky as he shrugs on his jacket.

“I’ll be here,” he grits out.

You smile demurely and head for the door but you’re once again pulled back and into his arms.

“I’m going to give what you’re so desperately begging for doll but I won’t do it until I have you all to myself. I want to hear you screaming my name while I take you apart.”

His lips ghost over yours, the light brush sending goosebumps dancing across your skin and making your eyelashes kiss your cheeks.

“I just want to pass my class next semester,” you manage to say, sass and all.

“Mm sure you do doll face,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss just below your ear. “See you Friday.”

When the door shuts you lean against it, squeezing your thighs together and letting out a frustrated moan.

“Fuck me.”

Friday arrives and you’re standing in front of your bed, staring at the clothes that lay over it. You can’t decide what to wear but you want it to be dangerously enticing because you can’t get enough of this little game you and Bucky are playing.

Your father will be home again tonight so you know it will be a session full of teasing that will leave you needing your vibrator later.

You finally decide on a cute pair of comfy shorts and off the shoulder top and some knee-high socks. It’s cozy but sexy.

When you settle in the dining room your father is mulling about the kitchen and muttering to himself.

“Dad?” you ask, peeking inside. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to go to the office. Our biggest client in Australia is having issues with their e-mail and I can’t do what I need to do from here but I haven’t had dinner yet and I’m starving.”

Your heart starts to race at the thought of being alone with Bucky and your eyes grow wide.

Your fathers eyebrows draw together in concern. “Don’t worry sweetheart. I can just order something and pick it up on the way there. Hopefully I won’t be there all night.”

“Right,” you say quietly, glad he thought your expression was due to his dilemma. “Good luck.”

“Thanks and tell James I’m sorry I missed him.”

You nod with an audible swallow and pretend to busy yourself with getting ready to study.

Just as your father walks out you hear him greet someone and before you have a chance to catch your breath, Bucky is standing in the doorway.

He gives you a once over, his eyes lingering on every inch of your exposed skin before they stop on your face and he licks his lips.

“Your father just told me he has to go into the office…guess it’s just you and me tonight.”

You take a few steps backward, bracing yourself against one of the chairs.

“He might be back soon,” you whisper, your voice quivering.

“What’s the matter doll? Are you afraid I’m going to do what I promised?”

“I’m not afraid of anything.”

“No. You’re not,” he simpers as he crowds your space and settles his hands on your hips. “And I bet if I get my fingers between those gorgeous legs you’d be soaked right now.”

“Please,” you whimper, trembling when his hands slip under your shirt and smooth along your skin.

He grazes them just under your breasts, a soft tease, before he slides them down and traces the waistband of your shorts.

“The last two weeks have been torture. From the moment I saw you I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“What are you waiting for?” you ask with pant.

His eyes sparkle with predatory intent as he dips his fingers into your shorts and brushes one over the wet patch of your panties, the material sticking to your skin.

He grits his teeth with a sharp hiss and pushes the fabric to the side. His fingertip is just a ghost of a touch and you rock your hips into his hand, needing more.

He brings his face closer to yours, his soft beard brushing along your cheek as his warm breath caresses your lips.

Your eyes start to close and you tilt your head, hovering so close you can almost taste him.

“Is all this for me?” he asks as his finger easily slides through your folds. “Was this how you went to bed every night after we studied?”

“Yes,” you answer, unable to say more.

You grab onto his shoulders and dig your nails into his sweater.

“Did you fuck yourself with those pretty little fingers wishing they were mine?”

“Bucky,” you whine.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“Yes!”

He slowly circles your clit, using just enough pressure to make you arch into him. One of his thick fingers teases your entrance and you let out a lewd moan.

“Did it feel as good as this?” he asks when he buries his finger inside you.

“Fuck,” you cry out. “No, nothing feels this good.”

He trails wet kisses down your neck, stopping at your pulse point to lick and suck a dark mark on your skin.

“Please. I need more,” you beg.

When a second finger joins the first you mewl at the stretch, rocking into his hand.

Your body aches, squeezing his fingers as he grazes his lips across yours with a taunting kiss.

You bite his lower lip, drawing another growl from him until he’s devouring and tasting every inch of your mouth. Your fingers scrape along the nape of his neck and dive into his hair.

With his free hand he grabs under your thigh, lifting your leg and opening you up wider, his fingers pushing deeper.

He pulls away to watch you, his eyes like fire before he removes his fingers and falls to his knees. Your shorts meet the floor before he slowly drags your panties down your legs, savoring every second.

You’re desperate for more of his touch, his fingers, his mouth, and as if he senses it he smiles as he looks up from between your legs.

“Do you like seeing me on my knees doll?”

He moves his face closer with a soft inhale, his beard brushing along the delicate skin of your inner thigh before he dips his tongue into you with a satisfied hum.

“You taste like you do.”

@book-dragon-13 @christywantspizza @dreamlessinparis @hiddles-rose @goldylions @jhangelface0523 @lookiamtrying @loki-laufeyson-1054 @flordeamatista​ @nano--raptor​ @rebel-stardust @randomfandompenguin @lokisasgardianvampirequeen​ @justile​ @seitmai @peaches1958

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[axerqz]

Short description, my dears: Ratio is a wolf, Aventurine is a fox, I'm sorry for my bad English, but it's easier this way, by the way, if you want the second part tell me...Oh, I don't know if Diamond is male or female...😌

{ARTIST: Haruki_0710 On twitter}

Fox Tamer Part 1

The burning desert and the bright sun reigned in Sigonia, The poor people who lived on this planet had now become slaves to the IPC organization

" Taming a fox?This is not difficult for me" Ratio was sitting confidently as usual and staring at one of the IPC managers

"Haha, As always Ratio, you make us and Amber Lord happy"He shook his body a little and gently put one of his hands on the table "This is your new mission, subdue that fox"

Ratio let out a breath, "Can I refuse?" The man shook his head in a negative sign "Then I have no choice but to do it."

Ratio got up and walked out of the room with the file in his hand without saying a word, he took a long step and went to the room he had for rest.

When he entered the room, he put the file on the table and sat on the sofa beside the table. "I hate this," he rubbed his nose bone with his hand,Then he looked at the file, reached forward and picked up the file, opened it and looked at the profile of the person inside the file.

" Aventurine, one of the special people in the fox race, He is favored by Amber Lord because of his special eyes, but unlike the people of Sigonia, he is a bit wilder and breaks the rules" Ratio continued " a half- Emanator, hmm interesting " He smiled gently, "See you soon, fox."

.......................................................

24 hours later

Ratio was moving towards the room at the end of the hall, his mission as a tamer would begin today, At the end of the hall, there was a special room reserved for the stubborn fox, and Ratio was the first person after Diamond to see him

He approached the door of the room, waited for a while and then opened the door. The first thing he encountered were sharp blades that hit the side of his head

He wasn't surprised, instead he kept his composure, "Diamond had said you have a wild temper"

The fox moved a little, "Is that so?" He laughed "my apologies, I didn't want to be so harsh, but you should know that they don't give me this permission hahahah"

"No problem, I can fix this wild mood of yours," Ratio stepped forward

" Hmmmm is that so? then Let's have fun, young man~" Aventurine was walking slowly around Ratio and getting closer to him

"Know your limits and don't get so close to me"

"Isn't taming me the reason you're here? So why don't you do it?"Aventurine wagged his tail slightly and rubbed it against Ratio's body " Do it young man "

He took Aventurine's face to his own "ratio, My name is Veritas Ratio"

" Oh Ratio,I heard this name before! " he smirked "But I have not seen the appearance of the owner of this name, you are more beautiful than I thought"

Ratio frowned slightly, yet didn't let go of Aventurine's face, His hand came a little closer to Aventurine lips, contrary to what he expected, Aventurine took out his tongue and swiped it on Ratio's finger.

" Hey Veritas, Let's use the time now that you are here and try new things!"

" What..."He didn't allow Ratio and threw him on the ground

"You know what I mean, after all I don't think you're stupid enough not to understand " He moved his Hands on ratio's Body

Ratio didn't want to accept, but something inside him acted against his mind, "Accept...we will do it."

#hsr aventurine #aventio #dr ratio #veritas ratio #raturine #honkai star rail #honkai fanart #star rail

[hyperpregmacy]

Do you do anything in particular with the belly on? Like chores or anything, to simulate the pregnant housewife life? Or do you just vibe? I'll put on a fake belly sometimes and some cross-wired part of my brain is excited for my roommates to go in their trip so i have the place alone, so I can do housework around a big tummy. Work gets done, and it's kinda sexy, because my pleasure centers are stupid tied up in tummy shit lol.

For me, in particular, I would do just about anything I would normally do without the belly on! That is besides going to work, as OSHA might consider it a hazard, haha. I've been unable to drive my way too small Honda where even when the seat is pushed alllllll the way back and I'm sitting with perfect posture on top of "sucking it in" I can't get it through the door frame! Though I'm sure if I ever COULD manage to wedge it in, I don't think I'd be able to turn my steering wheel at all. Around the house, everything I do has to be more carefully approached as I can't see anything in a 4 foot cone past my belly. Dishes I have to do one-handed, taking the stairs has to be done backward, even sitting down is a 5 minute ordeal so I don't get the wind knocked out of me or worse~ (for reference, my largest belly has weighed roughly 70lbs at 80~ inches around circumference-wise and a good 4 feet in fundal height) and don't get me started on getting up from wherever I'm sitting lmao, it takes me so much time to scooch towards the edge and slowly raise my self I legitimately feel out of breath haha. Even going from room to room, I have to enter dead-straight-on as my belly would still graze the edges of the door frame.

In terms of chores, I can only say this: They take over 3x as long dutle to my hindered maneuverability, and I love it. Even eating a meal feels super realistic as my belly actually compresses my organs (within a safe range dw) to the point that I actually eat less per meal but more meals a day? Idk if that makes sense, but that's how it goes if I'm wearing it for a day. Oh oh oh, and bending over is nonexistent, btw. I lean down 20ish degrees, and I'm already about to tip forward and fall on my hyper preg tummy <3

It's super fun, would recommend 12/10

#fake pregnant belly #fake pregnancy #pretend pregnant #pregnant cd #fake belly

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 322: A Date with Her Chest, p2

“Thank youuuu..!!” she called after the delivery guy, waving as he turned once more to catch one last glimpse of the holy shit galactic-level babe that had answered the door and taken the food from his awestruck hands. She watched him stumble over the stone steps that led out to the circular drive, and found herself giggling. Men were funny. But: she needed to get back to Jay! So, in a twirl, Melissa was back inside the house, kicking the heavy front door closed and sealing the two of them back off again from the rest of the world.

“Be there in a sec!” she called out to where he waited on the couch in the great room. She’d come in to set the bag on the counter, right aside the haha miserable failure of lasagna that still sat, now growing cold in all its charred glory on the countertop. Boy had she burnt that thing to a crisp! She’d started it late and learned that doubling the temperature doesn’t necessarily just halve the cooking time.  But, she knew enough to order take-out so she could get him fed. 

Opening the delivery bag, she pulled out the contents: a tin tray with a dozen dumplings and three lidded, plastic containers full of what she hoped he’d find delicious. She pulled a fancy bamboo tray from below the counter, set everything up along with the now-chilled bottle of wine, two goblets and - after a moment of thought - a single spoon alongside the chopsticks. She tossed a pile of napkins from the delivery bag onto the tray, too, in case things got messy. 

“Here we are..!” she sang, coming back into the great room from the kitchen, “I hope you’re hungry!” Though she put a nice swing in her hips, carrying the tray towards him, she felt like he’d been a little too focused on her butt this evening. She’d felt his eyes on her anytime she’d turned away, like watching her as she’d left the room to answer the doorbell, just as she’d gotten him settled on the couch a couple minutes ago. What could she expect, wearing these little booty-shorts. Not that she minded the attention! But, the evening was supposed to be about her boobs; she’d talked about this with Abby. Yes, she’d spent countless hours at the gym making her legs and butt look bigger, stronger, shapelier, more powerful. She wanted him to notice and to think she had the best legs in the world.  But, her breasts were the more purely natural demonstration of her womanliness, were an organic symbol of how good a source of comfort and pleasure she could be for him, and were supposed to be the focus for tonight. So when she finally came to stand in front of him at the couch, across the low coffee table, she made sure to lean over slow enough, just right to give him a nice view of her cleavage.

“Nice and warm still, I’m so happy,” she clucked, as she popped the tops off the three quart-sized containers and the tray of dumplings. She fought back a smile as she felt him alternately watching her set up their dinner and occasionally lose his fight with the urge to just gape at her chest. She opened up a single set up chopsticks and scooted around the table to sit aside him on the white leather couch. 

Melissa sank to the couch slowly but making certain her weight hit with enough force to be heard and felt while curling her legs underneath herself so that her thigh muscles were on clear display. Pivoting at waist, she posed her enormous chest and trim shoulders. Watching the movement of his gaze was a true delight as the man aside her struggled to find somewhere to let it land. Her smile had shifted so that her face didn’t seem entirely appropriate to focus on, and his eyes dropped to her legs. Despite the fact that it was her legs again, she soaked in the attention he was lauding onto her body; forget the Chinese take-out, this was nourishment enough for her. Feed me, she thought. 

But enough was enough, as much as she loved it. She briskly slapped her thighs <slap slap> to grab his attention, break his engrossed leg-trance. “Ugh, my thighs feel so thhhick,” she said with a faux lisp, “might have to call in thick tomorrow.”

That shook him from his oblivious dwam. “t-tomorrow’s Saturday…” he responded. Was that his lame attempt at a joke haha?

“Oh yeah!” she laughed blithely, eyes sparkling in mischief, ”Now, let’s get you fed.” Pivoting again, she reached back to the table with her chopsticks and picked up her first morsel from the tin tray. “How about a dumpling…Dumpling?” she giggled, bringing the warm little steamed pocket of pork, ginger and shredded cabbage towards his mouth. She knew he’d balk, at first, but all it took was a couple clucks and a reminder of just how much he liked it when she fed him and he was taking his first bite. “Yummy?” she asked, watching him chew. It warmed her heart. 

He nodded, swallowing, and she watched him. She knew how little he’d been eating these days, how skinny he’d been getting. He opened for another bite, taking the rest of the dumpling, and finally asked about the other three containers when he’d swallowed again. Egg-drop, Tom-Yum, and something with some noodles. 

“That’s…a lot of soup,” he commented, noticing that the dumplings were really the only solid food she’d ordered for them.

“Yeah,” Melissa agreed, tossing her hair and reaching again for another dumpling. This one she took for herself: all in one bite. “Itssf…” she began, but then stopped, giggling, her mouth still full. She chewed for a moment with a hand shyly to her mouth and rolling her eyes, swallowed, and began again. “It’s for your tummy,” she said, “I know how you’ve been having trouble these days. I figured soup would be easier for you. But these ginger dumplings are supposed to be good for the stomach, too.” 

With a furrowed brow he nodded, grateful for her concern but sheepishly shrinking in his seat as one of his many recent fragilities were pointed out. He watched her choose another dumpling for him. Yes, something was up with his stomach and his constitution in general. He knew he should get it all checked out, when things calmed down a little. It was emasculating, how weak he’d been these days, but none of it seemed to bother Melissa. In fact, she seemed to embrace it, love it, and really leaned in to helping him be comfortable in his meagerness. So, he allowed himself to be pampered, a bit. “Thank you,” he simply acknowledged, and opened wide for another bite.

Melissa’s heart was fluttering, she was almost shivering in seeing - even after a tough week in which she hadn’t been able to pay him much attention - how easily he was falling into this docile, submissive role tonight. She was feeding him like a mama bird and he wasn’t complaining at all! She’d spoken to Abby about how important it was to show him how gentle she could be, how loving and nurturing. She thought she’d have a little fight but this is fucking easy, she thought to herself, and the warmth she felt for him in her chest grew. Eventually, after feeding him three of the dumplings, she could sense how he maybe needed a break, to let that tummy settle. Chopsticks were back on the table, and she reached for the now-opened bottle of wine, poured him a glass. She handed it to him and then sat back, moving to tuck her knees under herself on the couch. That raised her up a bit, brought her chest right up to about his eye level. She smiled down at him, and watched him take his first sip of fancy French white wine. 

“So, I wanted to apologize for something,” she began, knowing she had to be careful with how much she told him, “I’m sorry for not asking you to help me move. Lakshmi said you felt a little bad about it.”

“I, uh,” he started, struggling with how he was going to express himself here without just making himself sound petulant. He began by explaining how he thought boyfriends were supposed to help girlfriends move their stuff, right? Heavy boxes and all? Just because he was, like, half a wimp didn’t mean he couldn’t have helped in some way, right? He tried to sound casual, in good humor as much as he could about it, but she saw through it and it brought a chorus of apologies from her. In the end, he went on to tell her, it wasn’t a big deal. It was just one of the many little emasculations he was now weathering on a daily basis. That brought another wave of apologies and coos from her, and she scooted closer to him. She just wanted to hug him so bad!

“I know, I know, I know!” she whined, laughing a little to herself, “You were just, y’know, you're so busy, and not feeling great…” She was gushing with half-truths, here, fully aware that she couldn’t tell him the real reason she couldn’t have had him help her move, see her old place. That would have been too much to try to explain haha. And getting him clearance would have been impossible. 

“I wasn’t that busy,” he said, “for you, I would have made time.”

Ohmigod.

In a sudden burst of affection, she reached out to grab his head again and began to cover his face with apology kisses: <Muah Muah Muah!> they came, rapid, all over his forehead and cheeks, nose and eyelids. After more than a dozen she sat back and the lipstick marks she’d left made her giggle. “Omigod you are so sweet,” she cooed, licking her finger to clean him up. He had awkwardly started moving his hands onto her; she felt them on her hips. 

She had given him some space, after the elections, after being a little physically aggressive with him, and she began to tell him as much. But she now knew that he’d taken it as being too unfeeling and distant. Yes, maybe he had been a little emotionally needy, but she loved it! She, though, should have responded with reassurance and affection, and she knows now she was too casual about it. She had to remember to be better about his feelings in the future. It wasn’t just his weak little male bones that were fragile…his heart was, too.

He tried to protest, defending himself, but really just sounded sort of silly. He knew it, too. 

In the meantime, Melissa realized that with her emotions her pheromones had begun pouring off her body and had begun to really affect him, as they sat here. His hands were on her hips, and his gaze had once more lowered to study the hourglass of her body. His eyes had dropped to her lap, again, to her big bulging thighs, smoothly bare and throbbing with muscle as her feet stayed tucked beneath her. They were huge and perfect and haha someday soon might each weigh nearly as much as he did, but she had to remind herself again why she’d brought him here tonight. 

Sitting up, above him on the couch, Melissa casually lowered her stretchy top a bit more off her shoulders. A big breath pulled the neckline down a bit, exposing more of the upper swells of her firm, giant breasts and a bit more cleavage. Aha, she thought, that worked. Now she had him looking where she wanted...

 

“Jay, I never, never, ever want to make you feel bad, or ignored, or that you’re on your own,” she began again, “I want to make life easy on you. I want to protect you.”

“P-protect me?” he queried, and she could see the protest again beginning to build behind his brow. 

“The world’s been changing, and it’s about to change even faster,” she continued, making sure her voice was strong but gentle and soothing, “I know what happened in clinic, with that girl. There’s going to be more of that, everywhere. Women are becoming different. So me and the girls think you need protecting - not just with the clinic patients. But, like, all the time.”

Now she saw him start to really bristle, but then she began to list the recent news stories they’d all heard, the female-on-male violence, the gangs, what had happened at some of the rallies. Unconsciously, her body had begun to flex her musculature while she was talking. Was it already rising to defend him, swelling, or was the idea of women breaking men into little pieces secretly exciting her? 

He seemed to be in denial, like so many men were. He didn’t see the reality that things might actually get dangerous on so many levels for him in the coming months. He assured her that the world would settle down, like they always did. She tried to be patient, knowing this was hard for him, but knew she needed her point taken. 

“Here, let me show you this thing I recorded,” she said, reaching back to the table to grab the remote. With a single button, a big-screen TV rose out of the floor, bringing a nod of admiration from him. 

“That’s cool…” he commented. 

Nonplussed by the technology - much of what she’d been surrounded with since her childhood would put this fancy television setup to shame - Melissa pressed another button or two and brought up the news clip she’d wanted to show him. Abby had suggested it and she’d had it all queued up, prepared. 

It was a piece from one of the late-night shows, from one of the news channels, an interview by a blonde anchor. She was speaking via satellite feed to a woman who he immediately pegged as a leader of one of these “fringe” groups, one of the extreme female-empowerment outfits that were being given more and more of a voice in the media: “It used to be that we sat back and watched as men in society were slowly becoming infantalized, doing it to themselves. The video games, the laziness, the dwindling education,” the woman - a pretty, but somewhat severe looking redhead in glasses -  was saying, “It upset us, a little. As wives, mothers, partners. Now, though, we have it figured out - hey, let’s encourage it. Let’s encourage these people to sit back, to give up their responsibilities so we can take them ourselves.” The woman was obviously excited, energized, and something about her tone certainly did have the effect Melissa wanted: it was making him nervous, as he sat there on the couch. She also noted - with a quick, furtive glance down - it was also making him hard. “Now...now we have the opportunity to FORCE it,” she continued, “Forced infantalization, forced physical infantalization. Make them smaller, make them weaker. Make them dependent on us for our minds, for our physical strength. We have the ability to make them physically dependent on our bodies for the very nutrition their bodies need.”

“W-wait,” he said, as he still watched, obviously confused, “what is this woman talking about?” They’d maybe missed the first part of the interview but his tone was plain: this chick is crazy. There were, he knew, all sorts of kookie conspiracy theorists out there and he was half in disbelief that this one had been allowed on CNN. The other half of him, though, began to get even more nervous. 

To his question Melissa said nothing, but had turned to watch him and how he was reacting, handling what this lady was saying.  

She was still talking. “We can start the process. We can start to physically turn them into the infants they’ve been for nearly a generation now,” she ranted. The anchor lady had to stop her, at some point, but instead of cutting away like they normally would when a guest went wacky, she presented some follow up questions. 

“Sure, there will be a place for men,” the bespectacled redhead answered, “physical labor, landscaping, package delivery. It just may take two of them to do one job, and we’ll have to be patient. But with our surplus of undereducated men we do have to find a use for th-.”

Melissa clicked off the TV. Smoothly, it sank back into the floor, and she turned back to him. 

The big house was suddenly, eerily silent. “Th-this is scary,” he admitted in disbelief, obviously struck but what he’d just heard. I mean…it was ridiculous, wasn’t it? That lady’s a crazy lady, right?

“Is it?” she asked, controlling as best she could the excitement in her voice, “Is it scary to you?”

“Y-yeah,” he answered, “a little.”

“When you say that,” Melissa spoke, inching herself on her knees a little closer to him, “It makes me feel extra protective of you. It so does…” He’d slumped back, now, against the back of the couch, while she still sat up straight aside him, facing him. She smiled warmly as he looked up at her; he looked so deliciously little. “Like, I feel like your big cuddly wolf mommy, and you’re my pup,” she continued with a little giggle, reaching out to stroke his hair, “My pup. My little pup, my puppy <giggle!>. I want to protect you from the big, mean world.”

He looked up at her, and was unquestionably aware of her greater size, her greater strength, her greater mass. Her immense beauty, her warmth. It was also not lost on him that he was here, in this magnificent mansion that was basically hers, while he was near homeless, dependent on the mercy of his bitterly angry ex-wife for the hovel where he lived. He was dependent on women, he knew he had been for years, and now his reckoning had come. They were not going to tolerate his kind any longer; they were sick of all the shit. Maybe he needed her, Melissa, now. She was offering to be his protector, and maybe he needed to latch on to a strong woman for the sake of his own safety. But, perhaps somewhat abstractedly, he knew inwardly what he’d be giving up if he put himself in her care. 

He watched as she pivoted towards him, and smoothly raised her left leg to straddle him. She now faced him, sitting heavily on his lap, towering over him like a giant. He looked up at her, and tried to keep his jaw from falling open, or quivering. He could just barely see her face beyond the imposing swell of her enormous bosom. 

“I can be your superhero…” she said with a glorious smile, sitting up straight and raising her arms into an impressive, double-biceps pose. She flexed, causing her muscles to explode in a display of her surprising, secret brawn. “…don’t you think I’m built like one?”

At that, Melissa giggled, and then threw her head back in a laugh. She couldn’t help it! It just felt so good, showing him how strong she was. She raised her arms up into the air, above herself, in a stretch that reached towards the heavens. She felt his eyes on her, gaping, in awe of what she was and what she was becoming. She was just so big! And below her, he felt very, very small. 

“oh my god Melissa…” was all he could manage, in a weak little voice. 

She looked down at him again. Good, she saw, allowing herself a crooked little smile, he’s staring at my tits. With her hands she gently cupped his face, held it in place, allowing him to look, forcing him to look. Slowly, then, she ran them down, down his neck in a caress, down to his chest, over to his shoulders. She palpated him, felt his smallness, how frail he felt under her big hands. He could feel it himself: she was examining him, sizing him up. 

Finally, she couldn’t help but ask. “Hey…are you smaller?” she posited, cocking her head. 

“Wh-what? I don’t…I don’t know.” He looked away, embarrassed, caught. 

“Hmm…” she continued, running her hands down his thin upper arms, now, feeling them for their meager strength. He’d worn a white collared polo shirt for their date, with his khakis, and she pushed his short sleeves up a bit, revealing how weak he looked. “I think you are. You look thinner, smaller, shorter.”

Though his heart was racing, and his cock was throbbing under her, he said nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her what he already knew. 

“Haha, how shy, I like it,” she said, with a little laugh. She did love how flustered he got when they talked about the difference in their sizes. Knowing that he knew, and could feel, how much bigger she was than him was just so thrilling. She knew tonight was about making him feel safe and protected, but she really couldn’t help herself. Plus, it might make him understand how much he needed her protection if she did this…

“Let’s measure you,” she said dreamily, her strong hands having moved from his arms back to his shoulders, now grasping him behind his neck, kneading him in a gentle massage. The suggestion, the thought of him and her and a measuring tape, was turning her on. 

“N-no, it’s okay…” he answered, remembering his morning, the moments of self-pity, “I did it myself, at home, this morning.”

Melissa’s eyes widened, and she tried to hide her excitement. Oooo….  “How tall are you now?” she asked, with prurient interest. 

“I’m…just about five-one,” he said, face flushing in shame. How had it let it go this far?? Where was his self-respect?? Why wasn’t he doing anything about this, his health??

“‘Just about five-one’?��� she asked, “you mean you're not actually even five-one?”

He saw how exited this was making her. “Well, I’m like…” he began, in answer, “just over five-feet even.”

“Like, five-foot, and a half inch?”

“More like…” he started, pulse throbbing in his face, cock ready to break through his khakis and press into her mighty thigh, “…five-foot and a quarter.”

“Oh god you are shorter,” she exhaled, overcome, with an enthusiasm that betrayed her excitement but just made him feel even weaker and more afraid. Like telling her this, speaking it aloud, had made it more real: he was shrinking, faster. 

He was looking up at her, while she smiled down at him, and his lip was quivering, his eyes glassy and full. Her expression changed from one of animated exhilaration, though, to one of immediate concern when tears began coming out of his eyes. Then, he covered his crying face.

“Are you…crying?” she gasped, quickly putting her hands into action. “Aww, don´t cry, come here,” she cooed as she both leaned forward into him and pulled him up away from the couch into her. She felt it immediately: this did not have to be an act, or contrived in any way. Melissa’s maternal instincts were kicking in, plain as day, and she couldn't bear to see him crying. Thirty-five or forty or however many years-old he was, it didn’t matter; she wouldn’t have him crying without comforting him.

She had his face right on her boobs. Her bosom was huge, and his head sank into it like a child’s. She was about to comment on it but just as she was about to speak up, he started outright sobbing.

“Shh, shh, it´s okay, don´t cry, honey, don´t cry,” she cooed, wiggling herself closer to him to more adequatelyhold him, “Why are you crying? Hmmm? Did I say something wrong? What´s the matter?” He was obviously incapable of speaking, so distraught, so she just hugged him tighter to her chest. “It’s okay. Let it out, just let it all out for me,” came her voice, surrounding him and filling his ears, “Melissa’s here…”.

He went on like this for a couple minutes, and she just let him cry. She coooed and clllllucked and purrrrred to him, reassuring him, coddling him, feeling his hot, wet face against the soft skin of her big breasts. She was telling him it was alright, that everything would be okay as long as he had her. She wouldn’t let anything happen to him, no sir! Her voice, her tenderness seemed to calm him, but still he sobbed, more gently now. And, after a while, he stopped.

“Are you feeling better, dear?” came her sweet voice again, as she rubbed his back with one hand, the other gently releasing him from her chest so he could sit back a bit. 

“I… I am…” he replied, and opened his tear-blurred eyes to look up at her. He saw how she was looking at him in a strange way. He felt suddenly ashamed, so he turned away.

“Aww, don´t be shy,” she cooed, immediately taking his chin and redirecting his face to look back up at her, “it´s natural for a man to cry. You shouldn´t hide your feelings, not from me. If you have a need to cry sometimes, it´s okay. I’m here.”

Melissa knew he had become overly aware, overly sensitive of his height, and hers. She knew how it made him feel, knowing she was growing larger and stronger while he for some reason kept dwindling away. His eyes, so many times over these past weeks, had been caught running up and down her body, checking her size, her height, how tall she was compared to him. And that didn´t changed with other people. She could also see it, out of the corner of her eye, when he was trying to talk with the other girls. She knew his shrinking had make him insecure, and now imposing herself and her growing size over him should be a last resort. A “power” she shouldn’t abuse.

But her boobs were a different story. 

Seeing that he had stopped crying, for sure, she allowed her smile to change from one of pure matronly concern to one flavored with a bit more mischief. 

“Did my chest make you feel better?” she asked, with as much girlish innocence as she could muster. The hand which cupped his chin, her right, left his face and came to rest lightly on her more-than-maidenly bosom. Her fingers began to play with the neckline of her top, and slowly started peeling it down, fraction by fraction, as her left hand slid up his back, behind his head. His gaze was redirected by her to her tits, and he was getting harder and harder. More and more of the huge upper swells of her breasts were being exposed, and his eyes became fixed and dilated. 

She tried to keep from giggling. “I don’t know if you’ve been properly introduced, Jay,” she began, her voice gentle but full of good junior, “These are my breasts. Say hello…”

With that, Melissa drew in a great, filling breath and watched his eyes widen as her chest expanded, her already enormous tits seeming to double in size as her mighty lungs filled. The elastic fabric of her top stretched to its limit and god knows how she didn’t just pop right out of it. She felt her nipples harden and announce themselves through the spandex. He had begun to shake, and she felt his thin hips try to press up into her, as he struggled to keep himself from rutting. 

“They’re excited to see you,” she began again, twisting at the waist just enough to pivot one hardened nipple right in front of his face, aggressively showing him its size, plain to see even through the aquamarine lycra of her too. She twisted again, to now show him the other one, equally swollen. “My breasts are just so ready to comfort you and make you feel good tonight, Jay,” she continued, as she slowly inched her massive breast closer to his face, his eyes staring and unblinking at its nipple, “They just want you to get to know them better.”

She knew, she knew for sure, just how breast-obsessed Jay was. All men, really, these days, had been becoming tit-men, had grown to be attracted to and fascinated by the big female breast. It gave women, especially women built like Melissa, a new power. It was a growing weakness in all men, something guys everywhere were developing. But Jay, she knew, and his weaknesses for tits, were really on another level. 

She shimmied her shoulders, just the slightest bit, just enough to bring some movement to the massive monument of mammary she had right in front of his face. Below her top her whole breast shifted, and he let out a groan as he gaped at the jiggles and waves of movement that flowed through the flesh just under the skin of her upper tit. 

“What’s your favorite word for them?” she asked, as she gathered her shoulders together a bit, squeezing her KK-cups together in a wedding-cake display of cleavage that nearly made him explode. He did, in fact, groan again, heedless of just how enthralled he was by her chest. 

But, she’d asked him a question. “Boobs? Breasts? Tits?” she began again, “What’s your fave? Knockers? Mommy Milkers?” He had begun to pant, and she felt his hips press up into her again. He seemed to like that last one haha, she thought and in response she redoubled her display, squeezing her shoulders together some more, now pressing in on her mountainous boobs with her upper arms. It surprised even she herself how big she could look when she did this. “BIG Mommy Milkers?” she pressed on, “BIG, HUGE, MASSIVE Mommy Milkers <giggle!>? What do you want to call them?”

It was hard not to stare at the deep line of cleavage between her tits. Seeing him stare, she jiggled her monstrously burgeoned cleavage a little, right in front of his face. He, of course, had - aside from now the occasional whine - gone totally quiet. He was speechless. She knew she’d rob him of his voice by overwhelming him with her chest like this, but it was still fun to tease. “Can’t decide, huh?” she finally concluded for him, allowing him to stay quiet, “Well…why don’t you just call them ‘home’ for now…” 

At that, Melissa used the hand still behind him to hug his face once more to her chest. If she thought she could fit his head inside them, probably make it disappear between them, she was right. With just a little wiggle, some readjustment of her torso and shoulders, she sunk his face and head fully between her breasts. She now then hugged herself around him, surrounding him completely. The feeling was divine, enveloping his whole head like this, and she could only imagine what his world felt like right now. Darkness, her warmth, her body’s sweet perfume: it would be all around him, enwombing him. 

“I…” she heard his muffled little voice begin, “I d-d-don’t know if I can handle this…” Indeed, his body was tensing, trying to keep itself from just spasming into her.

She felt a new wave of maternal love flow over her. ““Get used to it, baby. You’re going to be spending a lot of time like this,” she purred, knowing her voice would carry through her chest to him, “if you want to relax, let the pleasure take you and just let go, you’re welcome to. Go ahead, I don’t mind.” She felt big, magnanimous. “Take as much pleasure as my breasts can give you. Use them how you want.”

He was still  trying to keep himself, she could feel, from outright rutting up into her like a dog. He didn’t want to come this way, so soon, in his pants again. He wanted to save himself. She held him to her, and she understood. She just wanted him to be happy, but she knew he couldn’t last much longer. It was okay. 

After allowing him another moment, but not wanting him to struggle too much more, Melissa slowly released his head. “I love getting closer with you, more intimate,” she said, gently, as his head and face slid out from between her breasts and she cupped his chin again to bring his gaze up to her. She wanted him to look her in the eyes. She was happy with how rapt he was, how mindlessly he paid attention to her. “And,” she continued, “I have some ideas on how we can…bond, together.”

With that she tilted his face down again, so he could watch as her hand had come once again to her chest, right above the nipple of her huge left breast. Her fingers took delicate hold of her neckline, the stretchy fabric that just barely now covered her grandly erect nipple. “Skin-to-skin contact helps, make two people closer connected,” she said, and began to peel down her top. 

He noticed the faint hint of a tanline, still, separating the most intimate, creamiest skin of her breast from the rest of her chest. She pulled down her top, oh-so-slowly some more and he watched, with wide, unblinking eyes, as the darker skin of her areola now appeared. Already there were smaller bumps, engorged Montgomery glands, grown and ready to moisturize her nipple. Her flesh was otherwise smooth, perfect, and he could just barely see the fine hairs like down on her skin. He had begun to pant, and whine, and oh no just as she pulled down, a bit further, just as the big nub of her nipple played at the hem of her top, ready to pop above it and finally be revealed to his ravenous stare, he felt himself jolt. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no…

“Ohhh…” she cooed, her fingers freezing in place, keeping her nipple just covered by the spandex of her top, “oh no…”

He groaned, in defeat, and felt his hips buck up again into her. A familiar shock ran through his hips, into his belly, tightened his torso and made his eyes clamp shut. The first burst of wetness he felt on his thigh. 

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay,” she cooed, feeling her lover be taken by premature climax under her, “let it out…”

He groaned, he whined again. Nooo…! But he couldn’t help himself. Still staring at her tit, at the promise of her big nipple under her top, he came in his pants. He rutted, weakly and with as much restraint as he could, up into her. This was…this was…

“Shhhhh, honey, shhhhh…” she purred to him, allowing him his moment and secretly satisfied she had him on his way to where she wanted to get him, “we have all night, baby. Mama’s just getting started…”

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#growing into the job

[tastybluesprite]

Firsts (Classroom of the Elite)

I really love this anime so much. I needed some lee!Ayanokoji and since I couldn’t find any I wrote this myself lol. Btw if you haven’t seen classroom of the elite then please check it out it’s really good!!!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that makes you uncomfortable please keep scrolling

Summery: Sakura is worried about the fact that Ayanokoji never laughs or smiles. He’ll allow her to settle those worries however…

Ayanokoji was just organizing things around his dorm room one night when he got a knock at his door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Sakura.” Airi Sakura called nervously from the other side.

Ayanokoji went to open the door for her. “What are you doing here?” He asked with curiosity.

The pink haired girl looked at him nervously. “Well… I just wanted to see how you were doing. I mean you usually seem pretty expressionless anyway, but for some reason I noticed your face being more intense looking today. I couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened.”

“No. Nothings wrong. You were probably just overthinking it. Although, part of me does get the feeling you have ulterior motives here.” Ayanokoji deadpanned.

Sakura flinched. “Ah, you got me…” She seemed very embarrassed at being found out.

Ayanokoji inspected her for a second longer and then gestured for her to come in. She entered and hesitantly sat on his bed. He joined her.

She took a deep breath “The truth is… well, I never see you smile. Not even once. Not ever. I was just a bit worried.” She looked down at her feet, her face burning as she spoke.

“This is how my face normally looks.” Ayanokoji told her. “So please don’t worry about that.”

“Haha, I suppose. Well… I really do want to know, have you ever even laughed before?” Sakura asked the brunette.

Ayanokoji thought about that. “Well, no, I don’t think I can remember ever having laughed.”

Sakura took that in for a moment. “Can I… um… try making you laugh?” She asked tentatively, her face still looking embarrassed.

Ayanokoji looked elsewhere, and then back at her. “Why would you want to do that?”

“It will give me peace of mind. Just to see it for myself.”

“Hm… ok, if that’s what you really want.”

“Really?” She asked, a bit surprised.

“Well, I don’t see why not. It doesn’t bother me nor affect me negatively if you wanted to try that. I would warn you now though, that it would likely not work.”

“Hmm…” Sakura thought about that. “Maybe… I could try telling you a joke?”

“I’ve heard most of them already. None of which I’ve found funny at all, or funny enough to laugh at.”

Sakura tried thinking. What was a foolproof way to get this stoic guy to laugh. Suddenly she had an idea.

She hesitated, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but slowly reached to squeeze his side. No response.

“What was that for?” He asked her, completely unfazed.

Sakura looked down sheepishly. “I thought maybe I could… try… t-tickling you…” her face was so red by now she was surprised Ayanokoji hadn’t made a comment on it.

“Sorry. I’m not ticklish.” He told her.

“Ah, seriously?” She asked.

“Well, I don’t remember ever being tickled before. But I don’t really think I’m that sensitive.”

“How can you be sure?” She asked.

Ayanokoji shrugged, “I just know. It’s one of those things I can already understand about myself.”

“Maybe you have a weak spot that you don’t know about? Humans are generally… well, ticklish, and even though there are some who might not be, even they usually have a spot or two that gets them.

“Hm… maybe you’re right. You can see that for yourself if you want.”

“What? Really?” Sakura asked, getting really flustered. “Y-you’re really going to let me try tickling you?”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t see what’s the big deal. And I’ll admit I’m a bit curious also. Maybe I do have a weak spot. Also, I do want to help you get peace of mind with this if it bothers you so much.”

He raised his arms only slightly above his head, leaving his body completely unguarded. Sakura hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t believe he was actually letting him do this.

She went for his ribs, scratching and massaging. No response. She next went for his belly. Still no response. Even going for his armpits or thighs didn’t do anything.

“Sorry to disappoint.” He told her.

Sakura smiled “No don’t worry about it, it’s really ok.”

Suddenly she realized something. “Wait, what about your feet?”

“What about them?”

Sakura blushed. “Well, I mean, we didn’t try there yet.”

Ayanokoji looked down at his socked feet and then, moving back to make room, brought them up, resting them on the bed right next to her.

Sakura hesitated. She didn’t expect anything, but nonetheless dragging a nail down his sole.

To her great surprise, Ayanokoji suddenly jerked his foot away at the contact.

She looked up at him to see, for once since meeting him, a bit of surprise in his eyes.

“Ayanokoji, I think your feet are ticklish…” she told him, trying to hold back a giggle.

“You think so?”

“Yeah! You totally jerked your foot away when I touched it.”

He slowly brought his foot back to its original position.

Sakura then wiggled her fingers against the bottom of his foot instead. This time, Ayanokoji let out a noise that he didn’t think he would ever make. A squeak. Once again resulting in jerking his foot away.

Sakura looked at him with slight shock. She then grabbed his ankle, trapping it in an armlock, and now started to actually tickle his foot.

Ayanokoji flinched and started struggling with his leg.

“H-hey! Wait!” He told her. He felt laughter bubbling in his chest.

When she got to the pad of his foot, just before his toes, that’s when he finally cracked for the first time ever.

“Ah- ehehehehehehehehe…” soft, breathy giggles filled the room as he fell back.

He had never felt this feeling before. It was like a bunch of fluffy clouds were surrounding him. His chest and shoulders felt as if they were releasing pressure that was building up for a very long time.

It felt good. Really good.

Even if he knew it wasn’t smart to let his guard down like this, he allowed himself to laugh and feel. It was refreshing. Like drinking a cold glass of water during a really hot day.

The bottem of his feet lit up with electric shocks as Sakura scratched along them. Soon he tapped her back as a way to call for mercy.

Sakura let his legs go and Ayanokoji sat upright again. “So… what did you think?” He asked her. “Satisfied?”

“Well…” Sakura needed a moment because she was still a bit dazed from shock. “You have a really nice laugh Ayanokoji. I wish you would do it more often.”

For the first time he felt heat rise to his cheeks. “Ok well, in that case I wish you good night.”

“Y-yeah! G-good night Ayano…” Sakura got up hastily and left his dorm room.

Ayanokoji sighed and lay back on his bed.

Maybe he should’ve asked Sakura not to tell anyone about this.

#sprite🥤 #tickling #tickle fic #classroom of the elite #ayanokoji #kiyotaka ayanokouji #ayanokoji kiyotaka #lee!ayanokoji #ler!sakura #airi sakura #sakura airi #ayanokoji x sakura #sfw tickling community #sfw blog #sfw tickles #sfw tickle fanfic #sfw tickle fluff

[paladin-heart5]

Hello! Welcome to my first little story!

(and by story I mean lil fanfic of Leon Kennedy x reader haha). it's been a long time since I've written, let alone fanfiction so please be patient! But anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this. Has a bit of angst but much comfort will follow!

Summary; Leon comes home from a mission to find you struggling, mentally and emotionally.

Keep me afloat

Re4 Leon x female! reader

The clock reads midnight as you sit in front of your mirror. You weren't sure how long you'd been there. Your eyes are slightly red, and droopy from crying. Your brain decided to pick out every flaw it could find, and sent you down a rabbit hole of self hate. You feel ugly. It's been a week since your boyfriend, Leon, was sent on his latest mission. You weren't able to communicate much, but luckily he sent messages here and there to let you know he's okay.

You did everything you could to keep yourself busy. The apartment was cleaned up beautifully, and you had even found some more decorations to make it feel more like home. You loved to organize those things, bring a little light into your boyfriend's world. He goes through so much after all. So why are you feeling this way? It feels selfish. You miss him, and you feel like a terrible girlfriend. You're really not sure why though. You can't sleep, you just sniffle and nitpick at your appearance.

Leon carefully unlocked the door and stepped in. He wanted to be quiet in case you were asleep. A deep breath escapes him, his body feels heavy. He simply wants to lay in bed, snuggled up with you. He took his shoes off and hung up his jacket before heading towards your shared room. As he approaches the cracked open door, he notices the lamp still on, and he swears he can hear quiet sobs. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but as he slowly opened the door more, his heart sunk. You were now curled up, sobbing your sweet eyes out. He couldn't believe it, his darling girl was broken down. What could have caused this?

“Babygirl?” His voice was soft, but his concern was also clear. He steps towards you with a bit of urgency. As you look over and see him, you gasp and quickly sit up.

“Leon.. oh gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't think you-” You try to think of what to say, but your cheeks only heat up in embarrassment. Leon carefully kneels in front of you, his lips curled into a frown. He gently reaches for your hand and squeezes.

“My love, what's the matter?” He questioned with such patience. There was no sign of annoyance or frustration, only worry. You couldn't help but sniffle more, but you did your best not to break again.

“I just.. started overthinking. I feel so bad about myself, I look awful and I'm not good enough for you.” You begin to ramble, breathing was already shaky and hard to keep up with. Leon's heart shatters as he listens, how could you possibly think that?

“Shh, shh, (Y/n).” He calls softly, holding your face in his large, calloused hands. You immediately stop and tear up at the contact, you didn't realize how touch starved you are.

“You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. You're the reason I wake up in the morning. You have such a kind, gentle heart. And god, you're fucking beautiful, baby. I wouldn't want anyone else by my side. Please, don't bully yourself like this.” His words were full of love and passion. He adores you and it shows. You can only sob, but it's less sad this time. You cling to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. You feel his hands rest on your lower back, gently rubbing, you feel safe again.

“I missed you so much, Leon.” You whimpered softly, digging your face in the crook of his neck to get his scent. He smells of cedarwood. Leon smiles, hugging you tighter.

“I missed you more, babygirl. C’mon, let's get cleaned up and ready for bed, hm? I think we're both exhausted.” He suggests while rubbing your head. You slowly pull back and nod, rubbing your eyes. He smiled and carefully pulled you into a loving kiss. He loves to show you how much he cares for you. And who are you to deny the affection?

After the tender moment, you both stand up and head to the bathroom. Leon gets cleaned up and you both change into your pajamas. He grabs some wipes and gives your face a gentle cleaning, leaving kisses on your nose and cheeks. You giggle, the racing thoughts are slowing down. As long as Leon and you are together, you both stay afloat.

#leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #comfort #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil #re4 leon

[eddieandbird]

Slow Day

Alternative name: People Who Like B00bies

Summary: You give Steve a surprise at work.

A/N: I was talking about Steve headcanons with @unbetaedimagines and we came up with something a little like this. Enjoy -Bird

Warnings/Tags: smut|f!reader|semi-public sex?|fingering|pinv|unprotected/creampie|nippleplay

Steve sighed as he looked over Robin who was yawning while labeling a box of VHS tapes. There had been a total of 6 customers that had come in that day and the two had been bored to tears all day. Steve dragged himself behind the counter to check on the shelf organization towards the front of the store. From the corner of Steve’s eye, he saw you approaching the store in a long peacoat.

“What the…” He whispered to himself. He found it odd that you were wearing such a big coat in the middle of july.

You waltzed in, hearing the chime on the door as you walked through. Your eyes scanned the room for Steve and you were pleasantly surprised that he was standing just a couple feet away from you.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” You smile with your arms out, waiting for a hug. He shot a confused look at you before walking up and holding you.

“Babe, what are you doing here? I thought you had work too,” He said in a low voice so Robin couldn’t hear. With a hand on your back, he led you behind one of the shelves.

“I decided to play hookie today. Don’t tell my mom,” You giggled, pressing your index finger to your lips.

“And you decided to come here because…?” He asked.

“I actually had a surprise for you,” You smirked at him. “Do you think you can sneak us into the back?”

Steve peered over the shelf to look at Robin. She seemed still focused on labeling. He looked back at you and shook his head.

“I swear you’re going to be the reason I lose this job,” He whispered. “Oh this movie does have a sequel! I think we have a couple tapes of it in the back,” He raised his voice enough for Robin to hear. She turned around so you couldn’t see her roll her eyes.

With no apparent response from Robin, Steve grabbed your hand and led you to the back room of the store. As he locked the door behind him. You heard Robin on the other side turning up the television above the room. You gave a light giggle, knowing that she knew of your plan before Steve even did.

“So uh… What’d you bring me?” Steve asked, leaning on the wall.

“Me!” You giggled.

“Haha, very funny. Cute gift, you want some kisses or something?” Steve chuckled before grabbing the back of your head, bringing you in for a forehead kiss.

“I wasn’t finished Dummy,” You rolled your eyes before taking a step back. You felt Steve’s eyes burn into you as you slowly pulled at the string of your coat. You slipped it off your shoulders, revealing a bright red bikini. Steve’s jaw dropped. “Guess who I am,” You sang.

“Oh my god… Linda from Fast Times,” Steve sounded breathless.

“Ding, ding, ding!” You chirped.

“God you really do want me to get fired, don’t you?” He pulled you by the waist, your body against his. His eyes roamed down to your half-bare breasts. “Does it… does it do the thing?” He asked timidly.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, Harrington?” You said in a sultry voice.

A goofy smile grew on his face as he hooked his fingers into the front of your bikini top. He gently undoes the latch, licking his lips as he watches your breasts bounce out.

“Ta-da,” You said before wrapping your hands behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He moaned softly into your mouth before letting his tongue explore it. You felt his hands travel from your cheeks, to your neck, and finally to your chest. Your nipples perked up as he pinched them lightly. You threw your head back as his lips followed his hands, covering your breasts in soft kisses. His light touch made you so sensitive.

“Steve…” You gasped as you felt him greedily dip his hand inside your bikini.

“You’re so wet, Babes. Have you been thinking about me all day?” He asked between more kisses.

“Mhm,” You hummed, biting your lip.

“You know you’re the best girlfriend ever for doing this for me. I gotta say thank you real quick before getting back to work,” He spun your body around and tugged down your bikini, placing more kisses on your ass and thighs.

You heard him unzip his khakis and felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance. You held onto the shelf in front of you to stabilize yourself. He had a firm grip on your hips that he used to slip himself deep inside you. You tried to let out a moan, but Steve muffled it by sticking his fingers in your mouth.

“Please stay quiet, Sweetheart. I don’t want Robin to hear,” He pleaded, mumbling into your neck. Steve stuffed more of his cock inside you. Your eyes rolled back as you swirl your tongue over his fingers. With every long deep stroke, you pushed the shelf causing it to knock against the wall behind it. Your ears were graced with his heavy breathing and his hushed cursing. As his speed picked up, you were excited by the thought of him filling you up. “I’m gonna cum,” He growled. You bit down on his fingers, your walls squeezing him as he came inside you. “You were insane for doing this,” Steve smacked your ass and chuckled, still out of breath.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted your post orgasm bliss.

“Harrington, I’m going to lunch, your girlfriend better be gone before I’m back or else I’m telling Keith!” Robin called.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

[jungwnies]

hi maeby! its been a while, im sorry this took too long and I don’t know exactly when you’ll see this but know that i’m writing this on december 16 for reference hehe (this will essentially be a 2023 recap but ill try to be as short as possible)

last time i was here i think it was the end of june or beginnings of july and a lot has happened in my life, on august i turned 21 and i also went to the eras tour!! definitely one of the best days ever in my life and maybe top 3 on best days of 2023  🤍

talking about my birthday its little sensitive topic, for the past five years or so my birthdays has kind of been something that I’ve dreaded so much and i'm just the opposite of happy, its like those posts you see everywhere of people crying in their room during their birthdays and this year wasn’t  the exception, this years birthday..lets just say it will be memorable but leaving that aside august was kind of okay

the concert experience may be on of my favorite memories just because it feel so cathartic, it was just so beautiful talking to strangers and us bonding over music and art, listening and singing to my favorite songs, getting to go to a concert for the first time on my own, traveling with my sister (just the two of us) for the first time, all the beautiful pictures and videos and people that i keep with me because of that one experience it just something that I will eternally be grateful for (also, so. many. friendship. bracelets.)

i remember looking back at my life and my lowest points in it and thinking (and hopefully it won’t get too sad) “well maybe someone out there was right, i just needed to hang on a little tighter, cause imagine missing out on this” 

september was filled with delicious food and me going out a little more often

in october was my sisters birthday, so she held a halloween costume party and i got to dress up as an elf/fairy, i also went to one of my best friends birthday party and felt amazing seeing a couple of familiar faces after months, and some of them even years, waiting. also yes, this means i ate a lot of cake on october (my moms birthday was also on this month hah). i also took a ceramic class. i loved it (I made a small bowl :))

november i went out a lot, bought new clothes, bought christmas decorations, studied korean, went to the doctor cause i thought i was going to die (turns out im not, even far from it : im as healthy as a horse) 

and as of december, planning christmas dinner with my mom and sister, got a bad haircut that made me cry so hard and then got it fixed at another salon, had dates with friends, retook ceramic classes (i made two cups, three heart shaped plates and a little jewelry organizer), scheduled one more therapy session before the year ends after months of not going, took more buses this month than in my whole life and i guess im slowly figuring out my stuff a little more. 

i discovered new artists this year, feel in love again  with old ones that I had forgotten about, learned new cooking recipes, got a little more out of the house than last year, made amends with my body and established boundaries even though it hurt :)

turning 21 this year essentially meant a lot, i don’t want to go into more detailed as to not make this any longer but lets just say im planning on getting 21 tattooed on my next year haha

i hope the rest of the year was kind to you, if you feel comfortable to answer with maybe your favorite parts of 2023 would be great! if not just know that i love you and missed dropping by here, hopefully starting 2024 i'll be back here regularly <3<3

take care, stretch, rest all you need, take your time, and remember that im always right here rooting for you and hugging you 🩶🩶🩶

happy holidays :) love youuuuu

-🧸anon

hiii 🧸anon <3

it has been literally so long, i was taking a break from tumblr, honestly i didn't even think i'd come back but seeing this upon logging in literally brought joy to my heart knowing you're still around! :)

i've read everything, from your birthday to your christmas dinner with your mom and sister. starting with your birthday i'm glad that 2023 you had a memorable birthday after dreading it for so many years, and i hope 2024 also brings you joy! onto the concert next, i know exactly how you feel, it's something that you don't feel often and the crowds are just so amazing because it's people who share the same love for the same artist, and it's like you are in your own little world for a few hours. next, september & october, i'm glad it was filled with food and another birthday, it seems so fun to have a halloween themed birthday honestly!! november, i'm glad it was a good month besides the scary doctors visit >.< december seemed to have been a busy month for you, and hopefully your hair is okay now :( hopefully the therapy sesh went well. I'm glad your year was overall not too shabby, and I'm glad that you had a lot of character development. Hopefully 2024 brings you absolutely nothing but joy! 🖤

now onto my year, i guess i'll go with the highlights. i essentially had a relatively good year, i was able to do a lot of things, and uni was not too stressful, but it's a little harder this semester. starting with my august, i didn't do much except get ready for the semester, signed up for my september classes etc etc, it was relatively boring. my september was a little more eventful, i took a marine biology class which was so fun, and i'm not even majoring in marine bio, we got to talk about sea legends and a lot of the lore behind mermaids and other stuff. in october i did the same thing, but i made one of my best friends ever, except uhhh we're not really friends anymore as of recently, but my heart goes to them, they meant alot. in november i built a new computer, a little nerdy but i actually really enjoyed it except i had a mental breakdown trying to do cable management LMFAO 😭😭in december i had a good month, except the basement flooded so that wasn't very slay but regardless it was a good month filled with nothing but holiday spirit and gifts.

now with a short little update on my 2024, because it's been awhile. in january i went back to school for the second semester, and it's been tough i'm not going to lie. i also got a boyfriend so like !?!??! kinda crazy, he's not too bad but like every relationship we definitely have our downs. in february, it was a short month but nonetheless eventful this is the downfall of me and bestie tbh, but it's okay he was like a life lesson or something!?!?! now this month, it just started and it's been great, it's midterm week right now so i'm a bit stressed, but i also suddenly got motivation to go back on youtube and write on tumblr again, so i'm super happy about that :)

i hope 2024 is kind to you and gives you a lot of joy! remember to take care of yourself, just as you always say to me, stretch, rest all you need, take your time, and remember that im always right here rooting for you and hugging you as well! ❤️❤️❤️

have a great year, and i hope to see you again 🧸❤️

#🧸 — jungwnies #🧸 anon #🧸 #thank you anon #ily anon #📥 jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies #jungwnies anons #jungwnies

[fallowtail]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!

Ooooh ok ok this is tough...auguh. (Also doing this on anon defeats the point a little! Whomst are you mysterious asker!?)

CBS Ghosts, of course, full hyperfixation brain, this is genuinely the only thing that actually makes me Feel Things anymore, as well as the server for it, I love all of my fandom friends for this show more than I can say and they've really enhanced my life and helped stop me from self-isolating to the extremes I used to because I get so desperate to talk about my blorbos with them that even when I get triggered over college or job stuff- things that usually make me withdraw completely from social groups because I know I'm not worthy of talking to people so much smarter and better than me- I can't help but claw myself out of it because I need them, haha. Full hearted affection for those guys and our goober show.

Getting art of my characters! Most of my free-spending money goes to commissioning artists to draw my silly little guys :) (A little bit more than I should be spending, tbh, but well, life is awful and the world is ending, I need art of my fursona!)

My WIFE...or...whatever...ugh. I guess I love her or something :/

It getting warm again and being able to sit outside on the steps, have the windows open, seeing/hearing all the birds, etc...my house gets more natural light than my dark and depression previous apartment did which has been very helpful, even if I'm not at the point yet where I can become a living room person and still spend all my time in bed, which is sadly the darkest room in the house still. But it's something!

I've been slowly working on sorting/organizing a lot of my Buckets Of Things, getting rid of old art supplies that are dried up, organizing + checklisting my massive collection of Pokemon cards, setting aside all the little papers and stickers I've collected and getting them sorted out into different piles (I'm debating starting a junk journal since putting everything in my sketchbook feels a little hollow at the moment since I can't really draw anymore...) and it makes me happy to work on! I love little trinkets and organizing things :D

#z #replies #anon

[toaster-hair]

There’s a Human In The Neighborhood! (i apologize in advance)

chapter 2 babeyy

you get sick and snotty and someone comes to take care of you!

(if you havent read chapter 1, this series is NOT nsfw but does talk about bodily autonomy) 

It had been a few days since you moved into your new home. Thankfully, you have a toilet now, everything has been unpacked and organized, and your new neighbors even helped you paint your house! Unfortunately, after your little situation with the lost toilet, the word spread quickly across the neighborhood. Our new friend is a human! They poop! They need a toilet! They just kept asking you questions, of course. 

“Do you need multiple toilets? Are they one-use only?” Julie asked. You told her no, they can last for quite awhile. 

“Is pooping fun?” Sally asked. You told her that it might be fun for some weirdos, but it's not fun for most people.

Howdy made sure to get some toilets in the shop, just in case you ever needed another one. He would always offer a free one everytime you bought from there. Like as if you collected toilets. You actually thought about getting another one after he offered a golden toilet, but you ultimately declined.

All this talk about human anatomy, you barely had anytime to question puppet anatomy. They didn’t poop but they still ate, Wally in particular would eat with his eyes, which kind of freaked you out. Your house came with a shower, so they did shower, but why did they need to? Wouldn’t they get soggy?

With all of this questioning, you didn’t even notice you were sick! It was only until one particular day where your friendly mailman Eddie asked if you were okay. You looked pale, apparently.

So, you were staying in for awhile. You tried to mostly stay in bed and cuddle with your cat, but you kept having to get up to go blow your nose. Sometimes, you would blow it for 5 minutes straight. You hoped all the blowing wasn’t too loud, you didn’t want to disturb your neighbors. Your throat also felt dry and raspy. It felt like the word “hasty”, colored an icky beige and with the texture of chicken scratch. Despite being incredibly dry, taking at least 4 cups of water before it felt normal again, you could still feel all your snot running from your nose to the back of your throat, coating it in a disgusting film. 

You were in the bathroom, wiping your nose, as you felt what little food you ate that morning come back up in your throat. You quickly got to the toilet, throwing up in the bowl. You could feel all the little chunks spilling out. You were just glad that it ended as soon as it started. You watched it flush away as you grabbed your tooth brush, cleaning your dirty mouth. As you spit out the toothpaste, you heard a knock on your door. 

You slowly made your way to the door, the knocking doubling. You opened it and saw your town’s personal big bird Poppy Patridge! You greeted her, “Oh! Hello Poppy!” she looked relieved to see you “Do you need something?”

She shook her head “No, it's just that you haven’t come out of your house in a while. Everyone was worried sick, especially me and Wally.” she analyzed your face, looking to see if there was something wrong. “What’s the matter?”

You sniffled your nose. You didn’t know your neighbors liked you so much! You only moved in a few days ago. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just sick is all. Threw up a couple of minutes ago, haha.” 

“Oh my, are you okay?” she asked as she forced herself in “I thought that might’ve been the case, so I brought some chicken soup!” you didn’t even notice the large bag she brought with her, watching her unpack a lot of different care items, from the previously mentioned chicken soup, to pain medicine. Wait, chicken soup? Why would Poppy have that, if she’s a bird…

Next thing you knew you were being tucked into bed. “I’ll go warm it up. You just stay and rest, ok?” you obliged. Your kitty cuddling you closer as you feel your nose bubble up. It was only a few minutes until Poppy ran back into your room. “Here, I have some warm chicken soup, some cold medicine, some tea, a bucket in-case you threw up again, and tissues!” you watch her organize everything quite quickly. “Oh wow, thank you Poppy.” she shook her head “Oh, no need to thank me.”

You picked up the chicken soup and slowly ate. Poppy sat on a chair next to your bed, watching you with caring eyes. “Do you feel any better?” you shook your head slightly “No. but it tastes good.” then you thought about it again. “Hey, um, Poppy? You’re a bird.. Why do you have chicken soup?” Her head tilted. You continued, “I mean, a bird eating another bird.. Wouldn’t that be cannibalism?”

She laughed. She laughed right in your face. You felt a bit humiliated. “Oh honey, of course it’s not cannibalism! I mean, first of all, don’t birds already eat each-other? Secondly, puppet birds and human birds are much different!”  you were confused. “Human birds?” you asked.

“Well, yes. I’m a puppet bird, but the chicken in your soup is a human bird. Howdy is a puppet caterpillar, but the ones you watch turn into butterflies are human caterpillars! It’s like how Wally is a puppet person, and you’re a human person!” she explained as she gestures with her hands. “Oh, speaking of Wally, I should probably go tell him you’re alright.” she reaches out her hand and pets your cute little kitty. “Hi little kitty.. You keep your owner company as they regain health, alright? Well, I’ll be off then. Goodbye!”

You watched her get up and leave. Hey, wait a minute, she didn’t ask you what getting sick was. So, puppets get sick? Did you pick up something from one of your neighbors? You’ll have to ask them later. You just continued eating your chicken soup.

(A/N: still trying to figure out what kinds of things i can write about without getting into nsfw territory)

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #y/n #uhh uhh #gross #fanfic #toaster-hair

[kaerichan-yatta]

Funniest way to handle the cold

(Kaeya & Albedo)

Summary: After a long period, Kaeya finally gets the chance to hang around in Dragonspine with Albedo. But you know, winter up in the mountains is biting cold, and short after Kaeya will end up regretting certain words he shouldn't have said.

A/N: it's my first genshin impact fic using other characters than me (Kaeri). pls don't judge<3 also, in this story you can see kaeya ​​and albedo in both a platonic or romantic way, whichever you like! And yes, I legally took Kaeya's voiceline to make up this story cause it's pretty hilarious that cryo users still freeze in Dragonspine💀

A/N2: also i have this random headcanon that kaeya has ticklish ears. that would be extra cute i'm melting

Enjoy!

"Albedo! Haha, I'm here!"

Albedo smiled, his eyes lit up at the sight.

"Long time no see, right Kaeya?"

"Yeah, Knights of Favonius almost broke my back with all the work lately. But it's always good to take a break, especially with a friend"

Albedo's gaze softened even more.

"What about we head up to the lab? Even if today's sunny, I can sense that it's still really cold"

"Aw, what's wrong?" Kaeya joked "Can't handle the cold?"

Albedo rubbed his hands together, his breath freezing in the air as he spoke.

"It's not that I can't handle it, but-"

"But still you can't, here, take this" he handed him his coat, placing it on his shoulders.

"Hey, aren't you going to freeze?" Albedo gave him a mild-worried look.

"It's fine. It's not that cold for me"

~

"Geez, what is wrong with me?" Kaeya muttered, looking at his hands.

His knuckles were red, his skin rough and freezing cold.

"What's wrong? Can't handle the cold?" Albedo said from the other room, almost as if he was making fun of him.

Well, he was.

"Hah, very funny. I like this one" Kaeya chuckled, ironically. He was cold, indeed. His face was also red, especially around his nose, and his teeth chattered, too. Really evident, to be honest. He just...didn't want to be honest.

Albedo sighed. "But I don't like to see you like this, Kaeya. I'll make you something hot"

He immediately tried to stop him. "Albedo, I'm fine, there's no need"

"Oh, there is need" he leaned close to him, his hands going up to gently touch his face "Look at your skin, and your cheeks are freez-"

"eEP-"

Albedo looked at where his index fingers were. "Do your cheeks hurt? Right the-" he paused, taking a quick look at where his ring fingers were. Right on his ears. Then he saw on Kaeya's face the goofiest of his smiles. "Oh, well..."

Kaeya's face flushed, making his skin look a little colder than the cold itself already did.

"Albedo...please, we can work this out!" Kaeya said as he backed away until his back was againist the sofa. But the alchemist simply shook his head.

"That's a no-no, Kaeya. Since you were so proud of bearing the cold, why don't you try bearing this, too?"

Kaeya immediately threw his head back, biting his lower lip, as Albedo slowly wiggled his fingers over his ears, occasionay scribbling along his neck.

"A-Albehehedohoho!" Kaeya pushed his shoulder, with the single result of having Albedo almost straddling him to block him, and hooking a finger under his armpit.

"GahaHAHA- NOHOHO!" his laugh raised an octave or two as Albedo used a hand to scribble up and down his neck and the other to pinch at the side of his ribs.

"My my, seems you can't take a few tickles, huh? What a shame...I thought tickles were easier to handle than the bitter cold of Dragonspine..." he mocked him, grinning when he saw Kaeya's face getting even more red, the blush going up to color the tip of his ears.

"OH COHOHOME OHOHON!" he protested, making another vain attempt to push him away.

It was then that Albedo decided it was time for his big action.

"You know, Kaeya. Cold can often make your organs hurt, let me check quickly..."

He snuck a hand under Kaeya's shirt, poking and prodding at his tummy and sides.

"Hmm..." he kept up his own game, taking advantage of the situation to squeeze and knead his hipbone.

"ALBEHEHEDOHOHO!" Kaeya kicked his legs behind him, his hands going down to try to get Albedo's hand out of his shirt and stop the tickles.

Albedo shook his head again. "Not until you admit you're cold and let me get you something hot"

"B-BUHUHUT I WAHAHAS NOHOHOT COHOHOLD!"

"Well..." he sighed, temporary stopping the tickles. "I guess you have no choice but suit yourself..."

Kaeya's eyes widened. Oh no, he wouldn't have dared...

Unfortunately, Kaeya was wrong.

"AIIE! NAHAHAHA!" Kaeya squirmed even more, almost thorwing off Albedo from the couch, as the latter squeezed his thighs.

"ANYTHIHIHING BUT THEHEHERE! GAH! ALBEHEHEDOHO!" he jolted when Albedo squeezed a particular sensitive spot towards his inner thigh.

"You know what to do to make it stop" Albedo almost sing-songed.

"A-ALRIGHT, ALRIHIHIGHT! I'LL ADMIT IHIHIT!"

Albedo slowly stopped as he admitted the truth.

Kaeya panted, his eyes closing to focus on breathing.

"Now that you agreed to admit your mistakes, let me get you something hot, you promised" he smiled as he got up.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Albedo"

Albedo choked on a chuckle. "Better for you that you accepted, Kaeya. How is it possible that you've never really asked me to stop? Could it be..." he took a mug out of the drawer. "That you enjoy it?"

Kaeya's face could win againist a tomato.

"N-now, come on, before I'll change my mind again!" he covered his face with both his hands.

Albedo giggled. "Now Kaeya, what's wrong, can't handle the teasing?" he said smugly, earning another "Albedooo!" from Kaeya.

At least, now both of them knew one of the funniest way to handle the cold.

#kaeri writing #genshin impact tickle #lee!kaeya #ler!albedo #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact albedo #tk story #<3

[kuromhiel]

In a blink of an eye, I realized I experienced Love at First Sight

Female!Reader

➥Joo Seok-Hoon

As she stepped in the classroom, all eyes were on her. Including the CEO of JK Holding's son.

She tilted her head as she smiled, her eyes following the crowd infront of her. Then locking her eyes with the most intimidating looking man she's ever seen.

But that first impression was mistakened.

"Bae Ro-na." Seok-kyung spoke up. After Ha Eun-Byeol invited everybody, including you, to her party, and not including Ro-na, Seok-kyung seemed to invite the girl somewhere else.

"Come to my house. Let's study together." She smirked, Ro-na's face beamed, pointing at herself. "Me?!" She looked in shock.

"Yes, you." Seok-kyung raised her brows, smiling as she crossed her arms. "You too." Seok-kyung looked at you, who was standing behind Ro-na.

"Ah, are you su-" Seok-kyung walked up to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. "Super sure." She smiled, everybody in the room looked in shock.

"I guess I won't be going to the party, too." Seok-hoon shrugged, glancing at you who was already looking at him.

Eun-Byeol looked like a red bull, brushing her hair back as she glanced at you. "[Name] you could come with us inste-"

"She already agreed to be with us." Seok-kyung glared. The teacher came in, making everybody go back to their seats.

"Wah, this is your place?" Ro-na smiled as she looked through the window. You smiled as well, taking a look around. Ro-na continued asking questions about what their father's job is.

You felt a presence behind you, making you turn behind and look up. "Joo Seok-Hoon-shi..." He gave you a blank look. "Hm?" You felt your heart drop at his response, a drop of sweat running down from your forehead.

"How come you're sweating?" He sighed, getting a napkin from his pocket as he wiped the side of your head. "It's cold here." You let out a breathy laugh, "Haha..I just, well..."

Your heart was pounding into your chest, you found it hard to reply. "Oppa!" Seok-kyung called out, making her older brother turn to her and so does [Name].

Their mother stood before them as Ro-na started to great herself. Seok-hoon slowly dropped his hand, putting the napkin inside of his pocket.

"Ajumma!" You beamed, your hands covering your mouth as you gasp in shock. "[Last Name], [First Name]-shi..?" She looked just as surprised as you.

You ran up to her, the trio watching. "It's been a while, how are you?" She smiled, "I'm doing okay, thank you!" Seok-kyung tilted her head, "Eomma, you know her?"

"She's the daughter of [Dad's name], your father's friend." Seok-kyung nodded, looking at her brother. "Oppa, why don't you show them around?" Seok-Hoon glanced at his younger sister, before walking to the direction of their room.

You excused yourself, bowing your head as you walked away from Suryeon, you stared at the back of Ro-na's head before she spoke up. "Woah! Is this where you guys practice?" She looked around.

"It is." Seok-Hoon answered shortly. While Ro-na amired the piano, you looked at their study table. "Pretty organized." You were about to get a book but your arm hit a pen, making it fall under the table.

"Oh shoot!" You said under your breath. You went under the table, getting the pen before bumping your head, a hiss coming out of your mouth.

"Are you ok?" Seok-Hoon spoke up, kneeling on the floor to check up on your state. "I'm fine..." You smiled, rubbing your head as you sat on the floor.

"Be careful next time." He huffed, you looked up to see him stare at you, his eyes then moving away in a flash. You giggled, brushing your hair back as you put your hand above his knee.

"Never knew you'd care enough to say that." You joked, you flinched a bit from the sudden touch..Which was his hand ontop of yours. "Now you know."

Back from another break!!! Made this at school and I'm addicted to penthouse, again!

Requests are open~ Check my blog if you want to know which characters I write for.

Have a great day/night<3

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#joo seok hoon #joo seok hoon x reader #seokhoon x reader #seok hoon x reader #penthouse #penthouse x reader

[rouge-variant]

omg, I love your blog so much and I hope you have a wonderful day! <3 Thank you for all the amazing Levi simping content you provide for us, haha <3 Could you maybe to a headcanon about how Levi would try to make up with his s/o after they had a fight? Only if you like the idea of course! Lots of love to you <3

Gods you are too sweet, thank you for all the love!! I'm glad you enjoy my blog! Levi has stolen my heart and won't give it back, so I'm happy to keep writting about this wonderful little bean!! But make sure that you and all the other Anons take credit too. I just turn your lovely ideas (which I'm very grateful for because I struggle to come up with ideas 😅) into the works that you guys get to read! So sorry about the wait too! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi and his S/O Making Up After a Fight Headcanons:

Trigger Warning: a fight as well as Levi being a little agressive. Please keep this in mind while you read.

This was something that was bound to happen sooner or later in your relationship. And it's something Levi would always stress about in his head since hurting you, even if it's just for a short time, is something he never wants to do. So when your first fight rolls around, he panicked.

Tensions was high between the two of you from a really crappy mission and he wasn't sure how it happened but he snapped at you. He told you to shut up and get out of his sight. As soon as the words left his mouth and your uneven breathing was heard in the all to silent room, he knew he messed up.

His grey eyes darted to your frightened and widened ones before they lowered and you muttered a 'yes sir' before leaving. He hated when you used formalities when you both were alone and from that he knew how badly he hurt you. For you to start acting like he was your captain instead of your partner, hurt bad and he needed to find a way to fix this ASAP.

But like I said earlier, he wouldn't know what to do. So instead he lets his emotions take over for once and through a the closest thing to him and throws it against the wall in frustration.

Whether you go to a spot to be alone or your go to your emotional support person, Levi gives you time while he seeks out Hange or Erwin for help. Once getting advice from them, he goes to find you. Ever inch of him panics that you aren't going to be anywhere and that you've run off. But luckily, all those worries fade when he sees your figure standing out in the stables with your horse.

He approaches you slowly, clearing his throat for your attention. Thank the gods, you're alone because he's so fidgety that he knows he can't hide it. Apologies are hard for him, not because he has a big ego or anything. Its because he's so emotionally sealed off, he can't be vulnerable enough to express his apology without worrying about being weak. It takes him a solid five seconds to get the simple sentance of 'I'm sorry Y/n' out of his mouth.

Levi can't even look at you. He knows that you were probably crying and his heart can't take that. He starts rambling on about how he shouldn't have snapped at you, how even through he was stressed there's no excuse for expressing it in that way to you. He hates that it isn't more organized cause he thinks that you won't understand how bad he feels about hurting you.

You are a kind-hearted soul though and you're able to see through his rambling. You come closer and place a hand under his chin to look at you and to stop his words. Don't even think about apologizing because you aren't in the wrong here. You both know that, so instead just accept his apology and help him move on from that.evi swears that he'll do better in the future to prevent this from happening and it works. There will still be some complications down the road but nothing you two won't be able to handle. He's so lucky to have you as such a loving and understanding partner.

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[thehaemanthus]

Delectable (Part 3)

The final part of the ACOTAR Writing Circle! Thank you once again to @azrielshadowssing for organizing such a fun event. Really made me exercise some dusty creative muscles, haha. 

This was the first time I’ve written Gwynriel! Hope it came out okay. 

Part 1, written by @hlizr50

Part 2, written by @violet-shadows​

Summary: “Gwyn meets a tall, snarky, unfairly gorgeous man working in a bakery. The owner seems possessive of him, but his sights are set firmly on the sassy redhead who won’t even tell him her name.”

Gwyn slowly rotated her wine glass. The bright glare of Azriel’s kitchen lights refracted off the glass and surface of the liquid in interesting ways. She stared at it like the wine was the most interesting thing in the room.

Not the bomb she just dropped.

“We don’t have to talk about it—”

“It was going to come up at some point.” Not just what happened to Catrin, but what had happened to her.

Azriel may have said there were no expectations, he might have been nothing but respectful, but Gwyn knew better. No one invites their date to their house or sends them heated looks if they don’t want them. He was, very respectfully, leaving the door open. Gwyn wanted to walk through.

But she couldn’t do that before she explained.

“Done eating?”

Azriel seemed determined to swivel away from the subject. Five minutes ago Gwyn would have said she wasn’t quite done, but her appetite fled. She nodded.

“Good,” he stood. “Come help me clean up, and we’ll talk.”

Gwyn bit her tongue to keep from blurting out a shocked “what?” So the man wanted her to help out with dishes. It was fair, since he cooked. Though, coming from someone who tried to pay for every date, it was unexpected.

When they were both in front of the skin, soapy sponge in Gwyn’s hand, Azriel spoke again. “We’ll do the dishes, keep our hands busy, and talk. If you want. As much as you want.”

She blinked furiously. Azriel had sensed that she had wanted to talk, but that it would be hard. This gave them something else to do, something to focus on. Doing the dishes was just mindless enough to do the trick.

“It was five years ago,” Gwyn started. “Catrin and I…”

“Catrin,” Azriel picked up where she trailed off. ���That’s a beautiful name.”

“...yeah,” Gwyn murmured, scrubbing at a plate. “She was…she was my best friend.”

“So you were the type of twins who were close?”

“Hmm,” Gwyn hummed. Close all their lives. Close even when… “I was with her when she died.”

The kitchen was silent, save for the whoosh of the water from the faucet. It lasted for a couple of seconds before Azriel reached out and shut it off. “You were with your sister when she was murdered?”

“Keep rinsing,” Gwyn ordered.

Azriel turned the water back on.

She took a deep breath. Opened her mouth and nothing came out. Tried again. “I don’t know how to explain this.”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me.”

Gwyn paused her halfhearted scrubbing. Azriel was already looking at her, face grave and resolute.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then we won’t. I’ll finish the dishes while you get the ice cream from the fridge and heat up some salted caramel brownies. Then we’ll sit on the coach and watch whatever movie you want.”

The door was open. She just had to be brave enough to step through it. And when Azriel was on the other side— kind, sincere, beautiful Azriel— well, he made it a little easier to step forward.

“I want to tell you,” she decided. “It might be hard though. And…it might ruin the salted caramel brownies and ice cream plan that you have.”

“You mean I didn’t already ruin the night with my insensitive question?” Azriel smiled, then resumed rinsing.

Taking her cues from him, Gwyn picked up a wine glass. Then she spoke. “We were out late, walking home together. It was…someone else might say we’re stupid, but we grew up in that area, and…”

“Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault,” Azriel said. “Only an asshole would blame your decisions for…whatever happened.”

Gwyn glanced at him. His side profile was carefully blank. “You’ve guessed.”

“I have an inkling.” If she wasn’t paying attention, if she didn’t know him so well (when did she get to know him so well?), she wouldn’t have been able to spot the cold anger.

Anger in other men usually sent her running the other direction. And yes, something did ping in the back of her mind, but it was easy enough to brush aside.

The unspoken lingered in the air between them, like the secret had been torn from Gwyn’s throat. With it out in the open, it was easier to continue the story.

“It was three men. They had knives. I…I was petrified. At some point I just—” Her voice broke. She froze for a moment, then resumed washing the dishes. Next up was a pan. Almost done. “I froze. Catrin didn’t. She was stronger than I was, but that meant…they had knives. And um…”

“It’s okay,” Azriel murmured.

She nodded quickly, breathing through the tightness in her throat. “I didn’t see it. At some point they got up and ran away, and I don’t know how long I just…I just lay there. Then I looked at Catrin and she was—”

The pan in her hands slipped, but Azriel caught it. Gwyn set the sponge aside, her damp hands clutching the counter. “She was dead. I screamed, and someone found us a minute later. Catrin died in seconds. The bastard held a knife to her neck and she died choking on her own blood.”

That’s what the medical examiner had said. They pieced the story together based off of the physical evidence and the one guilty plea from the trio. They hadn’t meant to kill. Just violate Gwyn and Catrin.

“I was a mess after that,” Gwyn continued the story, pushing back the anguish, the injustice of it all. “I was close to graduating, I had all these ideas. But I never finished school, and my part time gig became a full time job.”

Azriel finished rinsing and shut off the faucet. The silence was oppressive.

“Thank you for telling me.” He reached out, only just slow enough for Gwyn to be able to push him back but not so slow as to be awkward. His warm, dry hands engulfed her damp ones. He made a face, then snatched a kitchen towel and gently patted her fingers dry. “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

“I really like you.” Gwyn watched as he slowly dried her hands, treating them like they were made of glass. “And I want to…I want to be with you. I want to kiss you and touch you and have sex with you. It just might be harder for me.”

Azriel squeezed her hands. “We all have scars, Gwyn.”

Still staring at their hands, it was obvious what Azriel was talking about. She had not asked nor commented on the scarred skin. Accidents happen, and when she first saw Azriel he was working in a bakery. So obviously he must have some burns.

“It happened when I was a kid.”

“You don't—” Gwyn fumbled. “Don’t make it a…a trade or something. I told you because I wanted to, don’t feel like you have to explain.”

Azriel nodded gravely. “And if I want to?”

“I think we should get the ice cream out so we have something to look forward to after the depressing conversations.” Gwyn tried for a smile, but it probably looked more pained than happy.

He mercifully didn’t comment. “I like the way you think.”

Ice cream sitting on the counter, brownies ready to be warmed, they retreated to his living room. Gwyn found herself sitting crossed-legged on the couch, facing Azriel. Unconsciously, they linked hands again.

She liked this. She liked having something to hold onto, having something else to occupy her focus when the tough conversations needed to happen.

“I’ll tell you the short version,” Azriel began. “That’s not because I don’t…trust you. But it’s a lot for one evening.”

“Whatever you want to tell me is fine.” She was less eloquent in her reassurance than he was.

“I…was an illegitimate child. I was raised by my father, who had a wife and two sons when I was born.” Azriel began. “Unsurprisingly, my stepmother wasn’t kind. Her attitude towards me influenced how my stepbrothers treated me. They were bullies.”

Gwyn wanted to say something, but any words wouldn’t be enough. And this was only the start of the story. She had a feeling she would be horrified soon.

“I still wanted to fit in with them though,” Azriel grinned ruefully. “I was a kid. I didn’t know better. So when they wanted to play, I would tag along even though all they wanted was someone to be cruel to.”

Indignation exploded. “Your father didn’t do anything?”

“He turned a blind eye,” Azriel shrugged. “One day, we were playing in the backyard. We were young boys, and setting shit on fire seemed like a great way to pass the time. One of my stepbrothers found lighter fluid in the garage. That started the fire. Then they tried to burn things. It was…fuck, I don’t even remember what it was. But something wasn’t burning, so they told me to hold it while they doused it in lighter fluid. Some spark must have caught.”

“And you were holding it in your hands.” Gwyn felt sick. “And they had poured lighter fluid…”

“My stepmother was home and heard the screams,” Azriel swallowed roughly. “Could have been passed off as an accident. But Child Protective Services got involved, and…I ended up in foster care not long after.”

“I…” Gwyn was speechless. “That’s…”

“I’m obviously not glad it happened,” Azriel cleared his throat. “But it did set me on a path to meeting Rhys and Cassian. I was hurt by two brothers, but I gained two others.”

“That’s a nice way to think about it,” she said weakly.

“So, yeah,” he finished awkwardly. “We all have our scars.”

“Thank you for sharing,” she repeated what he said.

Azriel smiled at her, and her heartbeat stumbled a bit. Damn, in all of the dreariness of the evening she had almost forgotten that an incredibly handsome man was sitting across from her, holding her hands, smiling at her.

“You know what would make us feel better?” Gwyn leaned forward conspiratorially

Azriel mirrored her, his face coming perilously close. “Ice cream and brownies?”

In answer, Gwyn pecked him quickly before bounding off of the couch. “Where do you keep your bowls?”

He laughed as he joined her, retrieving the bowls and ice cream scoop and not making a comment when Gwyn added two large pieces of brownie to her bowl.

Hours later, the room was lit only but the glow of the forgotten movie. Ice cream and chocolate and caramel turned sticky in the empty bowls on the coffee table. The sound from the TV was muted, so all Gwyn could hear were her faint gasps, his murmurs, their soft hums of pleasure.

“Do you want to stay the night?” He mumbled against her collar bone.

Gwyn hummed, much too focused on all of the hot skin available to her wandering hands. Their shirts were discarded, though her bra stayed on for now.

“Gwyn?” Azriel nipped at her.

“I don’t know,” she said as her brain struggled to catch up. “What would I wear?”

“One of my shirts would be like a dress on you.”

“A short dress.”

“And?”

She giggled, a girlish happy sound that she didn’t know she could still make.

Azriel paused in his exploration of her decolletage. “So? Will you stay?”

Unreasonably, anxiety made her falter. Azriel must have read something on her face, because he opened her mouth and immediately leaned back. But before he could do something stupid like apologize, Gwyn clumisly leaned forward to kiss him.

“I’ll stay,” she murmured against his lips. “I want to stay.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to stay,” she repeated. “I want to stay and wear your shirt to bed. I want you to kiss me and touch me more, though…I don’t know how much.”

“I’m just happy you’re staying the night,” Azriel nuzzled her neck. “Everything else is a bonus.”

“Yeah?” she said, a little breathless. Goddamn, he was barely touching her and already she was losing her mind.

“Yeah,” Azriel said. “I bought chocolate muffins and a half gallon of milk for your breakfast, and if you didn’t stay it would go to waste because I’m not a child who just drinks a glass of plain milk.”

“Hey!” Gwyn pinched his side, then was unceremoniously dumped on the couch. Azriel stood and then pulled her up. She figured they were going to clean up, but after turning off the TV and tossing the remote on the couch, Azriel kissed her again, picked her up, and walked down the hall.

“The bowls—”

“Can be washed in the morning,” Azriel growled.

Then they were in his room, cool sheets against her back, a hot body on top of her—

And in that moment, Gwyn couldn’t say how far she would be comfortable going, or even what she wanted. But she found that she didn’t care.

There was a man with her, who liked her, who she liked too, and that was okay. He didn’t make all hurts go away, he wouldn’t magically overcome all of her boundaries. But Azriel had already sped through a few, and was well on his way to claiming her heart.

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