I Adore The Term "puppy Love" I Think I Will Love Like A Puppy All My Life

i adore the term "puppy love" i think i will love like a puppy all my life

thinking about denki lying in bed, he can’t sleep. his cock is too hard :(

i like to imagine all the kids in belobog having a crush on or idolizing handsome + competent + sweet silvermane captain gepard landau :3 like ! little girls picking daisy petals and swooning with each other as they play games of he loves me , he loves me not and write his name next to theirs in hearts . . . giggling n blushing whenever they spot him out in public n he gives them a cute little smile n nod n “ hello , miss “ ! little boys with their makeshift captain landau costumes as they run around with their royal blue capes hanging from their shoulders ! cardboard cut outs of the guitar case he slings around and yelling “ years of cold hardens the will , we shall never fall ! “

just relax

alt title: giving your stressed boyfriend a massage :((

warnings: anxiety? idk if thats a warning

you know exactly what is happening when u hear the front door to you and your boyfriend's shared apartment slam shut, the muffled sobs and uneven breathing nearing your bedroom also gives it away.

xiao's home

running to greet him at the doorway to your bedroom, you throw your arms around his neck and smother the man in your love, leaving little kisses all over his face.

leading him to your soft, clean bed, you push him down and lie down next to him, not giving the man a chance to speak yet. 'tough day baby?', all you get in return is a small whine while the short man burying his face in the crook of your neck. 'thought so already' you mumbled, shoving your face in his hair, taking in his scent.

he always smells of clean linen and, inevitably blood.

you trail your skilled fingers down his back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. he whimpers, the fatigue getting to him and controlling his body and soul. "don't tease me Y/N.." he whispers, no actual anger in his voice. you smile, too engulfed in the love you feel for your boyfriend to tease him any longer. he sighs of relief when he feels you push him till his chest is flat on the bed, straddling his waist, you start working your soft fingers down his back. his moans filling the room. "you needed this, didn't u baby?" you smile at him, feeling the small man relax under your hands.

he is of no response, just giving a simple hum in response. domestic moments like these were the times you felt the pure adoration towards your boyfriend run through your veins. you were in love and so was he, even if he has trouble saying it sometimes.

I really want to flirt with sampo and see him all flustered. he still tries to act all smug, but his face is red like a tomato and he's stuttering. please I need to pin this himbo against a wall

A little nsfw. Ngl kinda gotten carried away with this tbh. 🦦

‘What’s the matter, have I managed to make the great Sampo Koski finally at a loss for words?’ You teased once seeing that the blue haired businessman you had pinned against the wall in some random alleyway in town -where the probability of being overheard and caught in the act were high- was merely opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, words clogged within his parched throat, refusing to dislodge no matter how hard he tried.

So all Sampo could respond with was a sharp inhale of air when he felt the knee you lodged between his plush thighs move ever so briefly upwards, as the hand resting on his exposed hip caressed the skin there whilst also dangerously etching an inch closer to his v line. ‘C’mon my little canary, I wanna hear you sing.~’ you tell him with faux innocence before leaning in close to his ear to add, ‘I’d like to know the sounds you make.’ You heard him let out the softest whine at your words, so soft in fact that you would’ve mistaken it for something else had you weren’t practically pressed up against him; further pushing him against the wall.

‘I-if that was what you w-wanted then all you had to do was ask me nicely enough and I might’ve considered it. in-instead of going to such extravagant lengths.’ Sampo finally said but his words lacked the smugness he usually exudes as he swallows thickly, his apple green eyes darting from you to the entrance of the alleyway, then back to you again when he saw that no one was none the wiser as to what was going down in a seemingly harmless alleyway.

You glanced at him. ‘I would but i’d like to think this is way more fun, no?’ You said though just before you were about to pull yourself away from him. In one fluid move born out of momentary confidence, Sampo’s arm moved from his side and caught onto your waist, keeping you from going anywhere. You saw this and smirked, ‘Oh. And who said you could touch me without permission.’ And with that being said, you reached your free hand to grab at his arm and pinning it against the wall just near his head, watching with great pleasure at how his eyes widened at the suddenness before a cherry red blush spread like wild fire across his cheeks and surging up the tips of his ears. ‘I sure didn’t?’ You questioned.

‘I’m- I’m sorry-‘ Sampo began but you cut him off but moving the hand you had on his hip, trailing it up his chest until it was at his neck like a pretty necklace, not too strong to hurt him yet not too soft where you couldn’t feel his pulse quickening beneath your fingertips. The smirk on your lips grew at the revelation that Sampo was getting off in being put in his place, being teased and overpowered as much as you were putting him in his place. ‘You may say your sorry but your racing pulse is telling me otherwise.’ You inform him and his apple green eyes cast down to the floor to avoid your gaze, but with one swift movement of your knee between his thighs has them locked back onto you within record time.

You pressed yourself against him once more, making sure that no part of his body wasn’t covered by your own as your felt how how his body hand become along with how his breaths had shortened. He was antsy. He was desperate. You could tell by the way his pinned arm tried to escape your hold, how he tried to push himself off from the wall and against you more then he already was. The best part was how disheveled he looked from his hair having been heavily mused, his eyes having a messy look within them and having gone a whole shade darker, his cheeks were practically glowing red.

He looked so fucking adorable like this, you could keep him whiney, needy, speechless and pinned like this for the rest of your life. The power you had over him was dangerously addicting, you began to think that you should put him in his place more often if this was what the outcome was going to be every time.

‘S-stop…teasing..me.’ He said but his words lacked conviction. ‘I can’t take it anymore.’ He adds with a whine in his voice as tears began to well up in his pretty eyes. ‘But you look so pretty like this,’ you reasoned. ‘with my hand at your throat, my other hand keeping your arm pinned to wall as you desperately try to break free and my personal favourite.’ Your knee began to move between his thighs, causing Sampo to shamelessly mewl, pushing his head back against the wall as he tried to control himself, eyes clenched shut.

Big mistake.

You knee stoped moving and his eyes burst open from his eyelids to look at you with a gaze so hazy that you almost let yourself slip up. Almost. ‘Why’d you stop?’ He asks pathetically. ‘You weren’t being a good boy.’ You told him blatantly. ‘You closed your eyes, I want them open so they can see what was going to do to you next but since you closed them…’ you were about to pull your knee away from his thighs when they clamped against it.

‘No! No! No! I’ll be a good boy! I promise, I promise to keep my eyes open this time. Just please…don’t stop.’ Sampo messily pleaded, desperately moving his hips against your knee to continue chasing the high he was on. Satisfied, you began to move your knee once more, though not before tightening you grasp on his neck a tad and whispered at rehab against his jawline. ‘I’m being generous this time but the next time, I won’t be so accommodating. Understood?’

‘Y-yes.’ He whimpers, his mind already long gone.

You smirked, ‘good boy.’

thinking about denki lying in bed, he can’t sleep. his cock is too hard :(