You missed each other so, so… so much.

It was meant to be just a sweet reunion after months of being away from each other. Of course, he was the sweetest, the nicest and softest he has ever been with you.

He had it all planned. The schedule was to go out, have a nice meal before sun sets, sit on a bench until the lights are the only things illuminating you both. You have so many things to catch up on, to talk about.

It has been months, a few long months being apart from each other, where you both did your best to keep in touch. A few facetimes, calls here and there. A few good nights or good mornings just to let the other know you’re thinking about each other.

So the day you managed to get off work early, you figured you’d surprise him. Come over and then you’ll go out just as you planned for your reunion one day.

In fact, he is surprised to see you at this hour, all dressed up, all ready and delighted to finally see him after all this time. Oh, he is too though. Way more than you think.

After hugging you tightly, welcoming you back into his warm and relaxing arms, something shifts in you two. It takes only an eye contact to know you both want to procrastinate that reunion plan. Next time, you say.

Next time because you might have overestimated your control and underestimated the need for each other.

A few steps into his home and your lips are pressed against his in a desperate kiss. He moans at the taste of your lips, remembering just how much he missed having his tongue inside your mouth. Yet, he is still tender, his hands firm on your waist, but as much as he is desperate to feel you he doesn’t want to be brutal.

You remember how much of a good kisser he has always been, if anything, you’re the one being needy about his lips on yours.

“missed you”

He whispers against your lips. Already out of breath.

His hands circle you, invading your shirt, testing every inch of you. It helps him remember how soft you feel in his hands. Soft and warm, and gentle. Oh, he loves you.

You know it. It’s clear in his eyes, the way they seem to speak when he stops just a a few seconds to stare at you in awe. In awe and whatever is that glint winking at you in his gaze.

It makes you giggle, his smile only widening.

“missed you”

Of course he repeats it. He barely remembers if he told you he misses you enough times while you were away. Either way, it’s not enough to describe it.

Few minutes and you’re met with the softness of his mattress, a smile of pure love and joy spreads on your lips. One that he kisses desperately, tasting your lips, your saliva. Oh, he missed everything about you.

His hand slides under your shirt, palms finding release around your round boobs. Barely enough time for them to have fun before his lips kiss every piece of skin that’s in sight.

It almost lasts too long the way he sucks at your nipples, the friction soaking your panties wet before he even gets to slide his hand under your skirt.

Fingers playing with your folds, circling the little savior that gets you wet enough for him to fit inside you later on.

A few kisses on your lips, neck, breast and he’s removing your panties, too impatient to wait for taste test. He knows you taste too good to not be tasted.

His tongue lapping up your clit, the lewd kiss sounds mixing with his gulps and desperate pants make your cheeks burn red, thighs shaking to close around his head. Obviously prevented by his hands.

Your legs shake, your hips squirming to escape the continuous friction but he leaves you no choice, no choice but to take it. As much as you want to squirm. As much as your legs shake over his shoulders. You’re so pretty when you tremble like this in his hold.

When you think he won’t stop until you squirm all over his face, he flips you over. If anything, he has always been a sucker for backshots. You just look so good all arched for him, and he’s obsessed with your ass.

So soft, so round. He bites into your waist, holding your hips like he’s discovering you for the first time again.

His tip finds your entrance so smoothly, brushing its way up your walls like it was meant for him only. You both sigh in relief. It’s been so long. So.. so long.

One hand firm to the side of your head and the other keeping your neck pressed to the mattress, his eyes roaming over your back perfectly arched for his hips to hit into yours. Your ass bouncing at every sharp and deep thrusts he aims for.

Cock so hard and precise, you know exactly what spot he is aiming at, and he does know too. He knows your body, he knows his sweet darling. He knows how you arch your back, angling your ass further when he finally hits it. You try to escape it so hard, and yet you could say it’s your body jolting in surprise.

His palm sharply hits your ass when he finally gets annoyed at your squirming. Your lips parting to let out a gasped moan when he bends closer, hips halting into a deep thrusts, lips brushing your ear.

“you better cut that shit”

One hand grips yours into the mattress, the other grasps your scalp, pulling on your hair. His warm breath ghosts over your neck and he pulls back. Just enough for you to let out a sigh. You know it’s not mercy. He’s toying with you. It’s a threat.

Sweat covers your skin, it’s been only a few minutes. You know he can go for hours, but you can’t. You surely can’t. Never could. Never will.

Another gasp catches in your throat, he thrusts back in. Fat tip pressing your cervix with the meanest violence, and you’re so full of him. His cock is drenched in your essence, your walls barely able to spasm around his size.

“can’t… s’too much”

And he chuckles, he knows you can take more. He knows you will take more. He’s not even half as nearly done with you. You’ll have to take him until he gets fully fed for missing you so much.

What were you even expecting. Disappearing from his sight for months, just a few texts, voice messages or calls to soothe his aching needs. And when he finally gets to be close to you again, he should take only the minimum ? Nope.

“sshh, breathe”

Breathe, he says. You swear you’d hit him if you had the strength for it. As if breathing was going to help how drenched and numb you are.

His firm hand grips your hips, just making sure you stop all that bullshit squirming. His hips push back in, slow, deep. Mean. Testing the sounds coming from your lips.

“fuck”

One thing is certain, he’s the sweetest man all the time but in bed, it’s another story. And you don’t quite know whether it’s about the way he knows what he’s doing to you or whether it’s just his cock being a meanie.

— CALEB ais Childe AYATO pantalone (??) DOTTORE LEVI eren Marius

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

Well… here we are. It’s been a while again, my apologies.

soo uhm, this occurred because it’s been ages since I gazed upon the lee jeno and he— im out here biting my finger and lip. but i cant openly write abt him cause ppl might come at me ikyk

hope this turned out nice and s..weet. sigh i have more comiiing sleeping in my draaaafts.

You shake your head against the pillow “I heard the front door open. Light sleeper.” Your mouth tilts up in a smile.

His eyes soften. Still, feeling bad about waking you with his late night arrivals.

Putting a hand on your cheek he caresses your skin while looking over your face. Making your heart squeeze with affection at how tenderly he holds you in his gaze.

the moonlight lands on him when he moves closer to you. Seeing the exhaustion on his handsome features. But even though the want of sleep is there you know it’ll take him an hour or so to be coaxed into sleep.

“Go back to sleep, hm?” He whispers Kissing your forehead.

You tilt your head up “join me?”

He lets out a breath closing his tired eyes and opening them again focusing back on you. “I will soon” thumb traces your jaw and chin. “When my brain calms down”

You lean up and kiss his mouth softly. As always he hums against your lips. Always welcoming you in.

“I’m…not sure if that’ll help calm it, baby” he says amused.

You simply cup his cheek and give him another gentle kiss. “Think of only me right now”

His eyes follow you when you lean back and raise yourself on one arm the other hand on his chest.

“Trust me. I am” he understands what you’re doing. And his heart fills with warmth welcoming the distraction especially if you’re it.

You look him over and see the delicate patches of moonlight on him. Letting the soft light be your guide.

Kissing his cheek. Pressing your lips on the white light on his collarbone, bicep and hand. Following it Anywhere it moves as he shifts under your attention. His hand touching your arms and shoulder. Both of you basking in this moment meant just for you two.

you have no idea how he got into this state, let alone be drinking alcohol rather than his usual tea. with two cubes of sugar, of course. but apparently, he must’ve mistaken the alcohol for tea. but that doesn’t matter right now. right now, the only thing that did matter was to let him rest.

here you are, taking care of him. you brought him some cold water, offering your help to let him drink. to which, he stubbornly declined at first but eventually drank two glasses of water just like you urged him to. he’s a good boy, right? before you could go and excuse yourself, his arms was already wrapped around yours as he pulled you onto the seat next to him, mumbling about things like ‘don’t go’ , ‘no, stay with me…’ jeez, when has he ever been this clingy?

you tried to talk to him that you’ll be back, bringing his toothbrush so you can at least make his teeth squeaky clean before letting him of doze off. wait, don’t go asleep yet! thankfully, he managed to push it through as his gaze was making the room spin. moaning and groaning about how he must’ve drank too much to count. for a guy like him, he should be more responsible!

as you went back to him, toothbrush in hand, you spoke to him as if he was a child teaching how to brush their teeth for the first time. he didn’t disturb you, of course, knowing that you were just trying to take care of him.

you offered to change him out of his clothes as well. he teased you about how you just wanted to see him naked, and to you being so done with his drunken bullshit but you just can’t help but laugh at how he still finds humor even if his head was ringing. yep, that’s your man alright.

you moved delicately in removing his clothes, folding them neatly as you threw over his arms a new set of more comfortable and clean clothes. he wasn’t forcing you to do all this, no. he just let you because you find joy in taking care of him, and he feels all so joyful and fuzzy inside knowing he’s being taken care of. seriously, for such a guy like him, you didn’t think he would be so happy when you treat him like he was a pouty and bratty child. still, you loved him regardless.

you brought him a blanket a pillow next, assuming that you can’t carry him to bed as he doesn’t have the willpower to stand up and walk normally until he was sober. he insisted that you should sleep next to him, his arms desperate attached to your wrist until you had to burst his bubble with, ‘no can do. the couch is too small for us!’

oh well, perhaps you can just… move the other couch next to him. it’s not everyday that you find him so vulnerable like this. maybe it’s a little psychotic to wish he was drunk more just so you can see this side of him more often. or maybe you just liked taking care of him. him <3.

tot boys when you keep setting him up on dates

characters: all a/n: maybe a bit ooc? who knows, returner letter says i've been gone ~750 days!

ARTEM WING

artem regards himself to be a man of great patience and discipline. he has sat through hours of the most tedious and boring lectures and interrogates arrogant, stubborn liars as a career. you, of all people, should not be a problem. and yet, no one gets under his skin, and admittedly, deep into his heart, quite like you do. "again, mc, i'm really not interested in rosa like that. while I appreciate the sentiment, i'd rather we move on from this conversation."

"but you like her!"

"not in the way you seem to think i do."

it was one of many, really. you'd seem to have picked up the notion that artem was lonely or unattended to, and have now dedicated yourself to bringing relationship prospects to his desk. every. single. night. it was beyond exhausting; for one, to constantly have to reject your hopeful stare (he finds it quite cute), but beyond that, to have to watch the person he likes set him up with yet another person he hasn't the slightest bit of interest in.

still, he was taught to be tempered and levelheaded – so he keeps his composure whenever his chest has to take yet another bruising from your indirect rejections. he chooses to hold his tongue, because he sees the way you look at him, lean into him; and it is oddly reminiscent of the way he does with you. he assumes you're shy, or maybe you just haven't come to terms with your feelings. still, the way you're acting has him questioning if he's simply misunderstood your attention as affection.

as if he hasn't had enough, you begin keeping him at arm's length. gone were the days where he'd drive you home after work, invite you over for movies, or chat idly to forget the burdens of his day. so while he is an incredibly patient, disciplined, tempered, and levelheaded man, he finds himself at his wit's end. after all, no man can be deprived of something as essential as someone like you and be expected to remain steadfast in his principles.

"artem, you won't believe who just came over! she's another alumna from stellis university, so why don't you head down and-"

"mc."

"hm?"

"what's so wrong with just liking me? i don't understand why you're so adamant that i start seeing someone."

clearly you weren't expecting that, since artem fights back a grimace at your bemused expression. "i don't like you," your denial is unconvincing. the tremble in your voice and the red spreading to your cheeks don't make for a particularly persuasive case.

"you do. you like me, and i like you."

"no, you don't. you're you."

"what do you mean by that, mc?" his voice is soft, as it always is when it comes to you. it is gentle and smooth, as if he is afraid of catching you off guard.

"i mean you're out of my league. you're so warm and upright and perfect!"

"i'd rather be in whatever league lands me next to you," and he takes a step closer to you, just like old times. you don't pull back. "and for the record, i'm only warm to you. i only try to look perfect in front of you."

in his last act of betrayal against the patient persona he's spent so long building, he leans in and takes your lips to his, greedily and hastily. maybe this will drill into you just how badly he wants to be in your league, however high up he thinks he might have to climb.

MARIUS VON HAGEN

"yes, he is free later!"

marius almost immediately contradicts you, "no, i am not. sorry." the face of the actress falls, her brows pinching as he imperceptibly shrugs her arm off of his elbow. she can only helplessly watch as his arm finds itself wrapped around you again, and his eyes meet yours. "miss, what are you doing?"

"i'm not doing anything."

"you're throwing me to the wolves! do you not find me handsome anymore?"

you hit his arm, just light enough not to sting, "don't say things like that. people will get the wrong idea."

"good."

"what?"

"nothing," marius quips back, a pout on his face. you know he's upset. he's probably used to all these pretty faces and big names, you figure. that must be why he refuses to leave your side. unbeknownst to you, marius is making farfetched conclusions himself. he suddenly gasps and sharply turns to look at you. a horrified expression is on his face, and for a moment you're worried; that is, until he opens his mouth.

"you're setting me up with people because you want to talk to someone here! that's it, isnt it?! who is it?!"

you shake your head fervently, but he's not paying any attention to you. his eyes scan the ballroom, marking every other person a target, rather indiscriminately. he points at some guy you're not sure you'd even seen that entire evening, "is it him?! i know he's decent looking, but he's got a terrible personality – and i'm definitely more attractive!"

"marius, stop pointing! he's not-"

"i knew it! it's four eyes over there. if you wanted a smart-looking older guy, you know i can drop the nicknames and start wearing suits everywhere, right?"

you sigh and take his hand. that seems to shut him up, but the frown never leaves his face. "i don't know any of these people, marius."

"then who is it?"

"there isn't anyone!"

"why send me off then?"

"can't i just do something nice for you?"

"if you wanted to do something nice for me, you'd just fess up and tell me you like me too. instead of keepin' me at my toes everyday." his dejection is still worn on his face, but the slight wince in his expression tells you all you need to know: he didn't mean to let it slip either. his hand finds yours, "so can't you stop this? i don't like it at all." his face returns to that of his usual whining, eyes sparkling and lips jutted out.

"stop playing cute, marius," is all you can muster out, grasping for anything to avoid the embarrassment of having your feelings served on a platter in front of you.

"you find me cute, mc?"

"that's not what i-" still, marius' grin is enough to steal the words off of your tongue. there is no better remedy to a stubborn heart than a beautiful face.

LUKE PEARCE

he sits across rosa, and he hates to admit it, but he is rather displeased to have to be having lunch with her. not that he dislikes the girl, she is his childhood friend after all. still, he got all dressed up and even wore the expensive perfume you said smelled good, expecting to have a nice meal with you. excuse his dissatisfaction when he is met with an equally perplexed rosa. still, she seems to catch on, as she lets out an amused laugh.

"you are so unlucky with love, luke."

"yeah, yeah. laugh it out."

"you should just tell her, y'know. be upfront!"

"no way. she's clearly not comfortable with something, if she's going out of her way to set me up with people. i don't want to catch her off guard and upset her."

rosa shrugs, "you can't always do it her way, is all i'm saying. anyways, now that your soon-to-be partner called me off of work for this, you're paying, right?"

later that evening, he messages you:

up for dinner? X<

your response is immediate.

sorry! busy with work :\

he frowns. no, you're not. he knows for a fact that you just closed a large case, and celestine has you on light paperwork this week to make up for thrusting such a big client on you previously. his fingers instinctively brush against the home button on his phone, but rosa's words echo in his head.

tomorrow then? the new cafe by the flower shop is open

as he expected, you are just as fast to shut him down

don't think i can! i've got lots of documents to go through :((

he's aware tomorrow is your free day, the one you've complained about to him because you had nothing to do all day. and he knows you've been dying to check out the new cafe, after seeing so many good reviews from farther franchises.

in 20 minutes, you hear a knock on your door. you aren't expecting anyone so you're instantly alarmed, but that trepidation dissolves when you're met with luke's face on the door camera he installed when you first moved into your place. you open the door for him, confused.

"it's so late! did something happen?"

"you're avoiding me."

"i'm not! i really am busy."

"you can keep setting me up with people if you have to, but don't push me away. if you really want me to have lunch with random people, that's fine, just keep your dinners open for me, please?"

"what are you talking about?"

"and if you really want to go somewhere, just go with me. i won't even think about crossing your lines. i'm happy enough just being with you, so don't avoid me."

you sputter, trying to find the words to pull away, but you're lost for excuses. "i don't want to push you if you're not ready to tell me what you're thinking, but i want to make sure you know that i like you. romantically. scratch that, i'm in love with you. downright obsessed."

"luke, you should know i'm really not as good as you think i am. i'm kind of mean, and moody, and all kinds of stupid."

"i love that too. in fact, that's probably my favorite part."

VYN RICHTER

his eyes are cold, devoid of any of the warmth and faux softness the doctor had worn in front of you. the girl you'd left him with no longer feels an inkling of that initial attraction, begging whatever divine being might exist to please put her out of her suffering and give her an exit, far away from vyn's disinterested stare.

vyn, on the contrary, pays no mind to the girl next to him. he is preoccupied with the bleak realization that you are trying to set him up with someone else. even worse, having lured him there by getting his hopes up for a dinner with you. it was offensive, really, that you'd think he was so easy to shake off. "i'll take my leave first. have a nice day, miss." the girl quickly stands up at vyn's words, "a-ah! no problem, i'll be going as well!"

if the sight of the girl rushing out of the restaurant, short of running out, was a sight that piqued some emotion from vyn, it was yet to be seen. instead, he stares down at his unread chat:

did you go home already?

surely, you wouldn't have left him, right? not after all the effort he put into setting the perfect date up, not that you'd know it was a date. still, the music is set to your favorite artist, he knows this is the cuisine you'd been craving, and he's dressed in the outfit he knows your eyes linger on the longest.

all that work and he is left with your gaping absence and the nagging feeling of disappointment swirling around his chest cavity.

have a nice date!

your reply confuses the doctor. there was no date. for there to even have been a date to begin with, you should be there, smiling up at him with that crooked grin he happens to be intensely fond of. to his dismay, you are neither next to him, nor blessing him with the smile he's written off as a potent pain reliever.

what date? are you coming back?

why would i come back?

for our date.

you can almost imagine vyn's self-satisfied smirk, as you make your way back to the restaurant. "no need to run, you might trip," you glance up to see vyn's warm smile. he smooths out your hair, shaken up from your brisk run to where you'd left him.

"no take-backsies!"

"hm?"

"this is a date, vyn! you can't change your mind just because you don't have anyone else to dine with!"

"didn't you notice whose favorite song is playing? whose favorite food was on the table?" and true to his words, the familiar scent in the air and music in your ears are premeditated and well-executed. you send him an incredulous glance.

"have i impressed you enough for a do-over of tonight?"

Warnings: implied sarcasm/exaggeration in tone, somewhat suggestive because of a lot of kissing/making out + teasing

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Hoyoverse men who have the audacity to say, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." when they're in the middle of kissing you. The man whose eyes are the first to fall on you when you're within his line of sight. Who's the first to say "I miss you" and kisses you like there's no tomorrow even when he saw you ten minutes ago. I mean, how dare he?

For some of them, he means it in a factual way, because he only wants the best for you and wants you to know that you both have all the time in the world. You're his sweet partner, and his heart breaks in two knowing you do this because you miss him, and have been deprived of his affection- but don't worry he'll give it to you. He feels you hugging him so tight, and all he can do is hug you tighter for your heart to feel safe and to let you know he means his words. He'll do whatever to ensure you have what you want.

And for others, he's 100% doing it to rile you up. To tease you. For them, at this point he knows he's already spoiled you with affection and yet he keeps lighting the fuse ever so slightly. In his heart he also can tell you miss him- your clawing hands griping his jacket so tightly and knuckles pressing into his chest, why wouldn't he know? He would do anything for you, and anything to relish in these moments longer. So don't mistake him for just wanting to poke your sides, because this feeling is something he is not willing to give up easily either.

But it doesn't matter because in the end you will bury yourself impossibly closer into his arms, hoping that you stay there forever. And you will continue to kiss your man as you please, because even he himself will not stop you from loving him.

"I'm all yours."

You're an adopted princess forced to repay her debt by choosing a husband. Four suitors stand before you... so who will you choose in this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure?

Marius von Hagen, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Luke Pearce x Fem!Reader NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, Historical Romance AU

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”

✧ Pussydrunk Marius

afab!INSERT!reader x Marius von Hagen

My submission for @pixelcafe-network 's secret santa. Wishing you the happiest holidays @bindeds and I hope you enjoy reading through this <3

Spotting Marius in your info made my jaw drop. Instantly knew I was gonna write about him haha. I didn't write too much since I wasn't sure what pronouns to write for so I hope afab reader is fine with you. Else feel free to dm me and I'd be glad to write something that fits you better. Merry Christmas xx

The first time you let Marius eat you out was frankly, mindblowing.

You were in his office, keeping him company before a massive corporate event he was attending, and as your ‘company’ got heated, you finally decided to let him go down on you.

He swears he’s a changed man since that day.

The way you squirm beneath him as he drank up every single drop of you was just so addicting. If it weren’t for that silly event, he could’ve stayed between your legs for eternity.

Alas, heaven doesn’t last forever, and he did reluctantly leave. Although, not without valuable information.

Since that day, you could say Marius is what one would call ‘pussydrunk’. Constantly trailing down your stomach during makeouts or claiming you’re simply a better 'meal’ than whatever his dietrician put him on.