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angellcherry · 3 months

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— home.

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort, nsfw

» synopsis: “show me your thorns, and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.”

» warnings: allusions to depression, brief mentions of self harm (nothing graphic!), a little bit of angst, cuddling, reassurance, jungkook is a big green flag, talks of therapy and healing, confessions, lots of kisses, he's down bad and so in love :( (they both are), pet names, soft!dom jk, slight size kink, missionary bc he needs to look at her and kiss her 😩, praise, dirty talk, choking, creampie, aftercare

His hand curled around the nape of your neck the moment your lips touched. Warmth trickled down your spine, and he titled his head; tongue prodding at your soft lips, like he wanted you down to the marrow. Like he wanted to dip into your soul, kiss after kiss, until he was completely submerged; until he's explored every nook and crevice, felt every bump and crack.

He pulled away from the heat of your mouth slowly, reluctantly, eyes half lidded and dark. Lungs expanding to take in more air, voice coming out hoarse.

"You weren't answering your phone..."

"I know," you whispered, "I'm sorry."

Jungkook shook his head.

"No need to be sorry, baby," he lifted your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss on the soft skin there. "I was just worried."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer. You sank into his embrace so easily; like you just came home. In a way, you have. He hasn't seen you in over a week...

It may not have seemed like much, but your absence was tangible. Suffocating. Especially when he didn't know if something was wrong.

"I'm glad you're here," he murmured.

You turned your head to peck his shoulder, fingers entwining, and then you were walking towards his bedroom as though it was second nature. The change in your demeanor had the corners of Jungkook's eyes crinkling from smiling. You practically skipped over to his bed, hopping onto the large mattress.

"Can I get a shirt, please?"

He didn't think you comprehended how fucking cute you were. He turned to open his closet and began rummaging through it.

"At this point, I'm pretty sure I'd kill someone if you asked me," he muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, baby."

Flushing, he ignored the curious tilt of your head and threw you his favorite t-shirt.

God, how could someone be so fucking cute?

You were always excited to nap in his bed, share food and wear his clothes. The fact that it brought you comfort made his already lovesick heart swell up and ache. Something so simple, but so domestic — it fucked with his head. He wanted this every day, in every life. You were his comfort, too. Why couldn't you see it?

He leaned against his closet, arms crossed, watching you slip out of your clothes, the heap landing on the floor. It was art. You were so beautiful; inside and out. He couldn't help the way his stomach stirred and heart fluttered, yet instead of acting on his urges, he just walked over to you and bent down to pick up your clothes.

While you got into his shirt, he folded them neatly and placed them on his gaming chair.

"I missed this bed so much," you sighed.

Jungkook glanced over at you, taking a moment to drink in the image of you lying there, the black cotton of his shirt slightly too wide and too long for your body; but fuck, it looked perfect to him. He bit his lip, making his way to climb onto the mattress beside you.

"What about me?" He asked, delighted by how you opened up your arms, instinctively scooting closer to him.

"Hm, what about you?"

Jungkook pouted, eyebrows furrowing. His arms wrapped around your waist.

"Hey."

You giggled, peppering his face with kisses, and he wished he could live in this moment forever, stop all the clocks, kill time. To hell with what that would do to the universe.

"I missed you, too."

Just like that, he melted. Somehow, it hurt so bad; he had you right there, and yet he didn't. Disappearing and reappearing. Out of reach, like a mirage.

He lifted your hand to his lips again, momentarily distracted by how small it was compared to his.

"So tiny."

Amused at the scoff you let out, he turned it to kiss your palm, then paused abruptly.

A raw shade of red caught his attention.

Narrowing his eyes, he examined the wounds around multiple fingers — or at least tried to, before you caught on and pulled your hand away like you got burned.

His heart dropped.

It's been a while. Why were you doing this to yourself again?

Fuck. He felt like a failure of a man.

He swallowed thickly, then pulled you in closer, as if treading on thin ice. Terrified of making a mistake and feeling it crack under his weight. Once he was under, once it all fell apart, he didn't know if you'd let him in again.

"Baby..." he whispered into your hair.

"I'm so tired, Jungkook," mellow, you answered the question he didn't get to ask. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."

"Talk to me," he pleaded. "I can't help you if you shut me down."

You sniffed quietly. There was a loud crack. Not in the ice, but in his chest.

"You can't help me either way."

Jungkook tried to lift his head to look at you, but you gripped his hoodie, bunching up the fabric in your hand.

"Baby—"

"Not everyone deserves help," you insisted, a wet sigh following. "What's wrong with me? Why can't I help myself? E-everyone else seems to be doing just fine, a-and I'm just rotting away, filled with these ugly thoughts and feelings, I can't do anything right."

Jungkook hugged you tighter, like he hoped he could mould you together, give you as much of him as you needed to feel whole again. He'd let you rip him to pieces to fill the void.

"Stop saying that," he breathed, his eyes burning, "fuck, stop saying that."

He stroked your back as you cried into his chest, softly, feeling helpless and furious at the same time.

"When you're always in the dark," he whispered, "you learn to make friends with monsters to survive. It's all you know, so it's what feels most comfortable."

He heard you inhale, felt your head lift with hesitation. Eyes swollen, glossy, lower lip still trembling.

Jungkook cupped your face, wiping at the wet streaks.

"When you're always in the dark, sometimes... it feels like it's all you deserve. But it's not your fault. You're not a bad person," he said softly, his thumb rubbing your lower lip. "Sometimes, it's just the monsters you know talking."

You blinked, small and vulnerable, like a child who just woke up from a nightmare.

"I... I don't know..."

Jungkook squeezed your waist, so close his nose almost touched yours.

"But I know," he promised. "I know."

He stared into your eyes, watched them well up with more tears. He wished he could kiss them all away.

"Let me be there for you—"

You kissed him, and once again, it hurt. Because he wanted you, he wanted you so bad, but not like this — why didn't you want him, too?

Outside of the bedroom, when you weren't tangled in sheets, it seemed like you had no interest in letting your walls down. He's spent so much time trying to climb them, only to end up with broken bones, back down on the ground again.

He couldn't do this anymore.

He pulled away from your lips, denying you the oblivion you craved. He wanted to let you use him, he'd do it every day if it meant he could see you again. But he was afraid that if he didn't speak up now, he'd never find the courage to do it.

"I want to be with you," he breathed out. "Why won't you let me love you?"

There was an instant change in your expression that made his stomach lurch.

"I— I..."

A pause, filled with uncertainty.

Jungkook searched your eyes. The windows to the soul, they said. Broken, and the interior was dark. Nothing good lurked in there.

"I love you," he repeated.

His heart pounded in his chest. He stared right into this endless darkness, crawling with insecurities and fear. As though he was hoping the warm whisper would chase away the frigid, haunted air breaking through, make all the other voices come to a halt.

He was no longer a boy, but a man, and he feared no monsters. He wanted to flood the space with light.

"Move in with me," his palm settled on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin. "I'll help with your classes and therapy. I'll take care of you. You can lean on me until you're strong enough to stand on your own. And even then, when you do — I still wanna be there. I wanna make you happy... Every day."

There it was. His heart, right in the palm of your hand, like an offering. Bleeding through your fingers. Willing to be crushed, if it meant at least he tried.

But you cradled it instead.

Fresh tears, sticking to your eyelashes, and then a rush of warmth in the dark. Your lips pressed into his, tender, and he shut his eyes, tasting a mixture of salt and your sweetness —

"I love you," a shaky exhale, right into his mouth.

It sank into him like sunlight, pulsing, nourishing and bright. And he swallowed it up with a kiss, his teeth clashing with yours.

He shifted to hover above you, finding rest in between your legs, goosebumps erupting when he felt your hand slip under his hoodie, inching it up.

A giggle slipped past his lips, and he disconnected himself from you only to take it off, throwing it aside carelessly before he was kissing you again.

He felt you smile. You went straight to his head like wine. Your taste, your scent — your touch, exploring the muscles of his back, his shoulders.

He was already hard, aching to get lost in you; dizzy on want and love.

Hands groping over clothes, wherever they could reach, hot lips trailing down your neck. He wanted to do so many things to you; kiss every inch of your skin, make you come on his tongue.

But you had the whole night — a whole eternity, really. And the way you squirmed beneath him, arching your back, legs parting, hips raising to feel him, urgent and breathy, wiped his mind clean off anything but the need to be inside you.

Jungkook groaned, his cock twitching, leaking precum into the cotton of his boxers. He remained still, however, letting your hand wander in between your bodies.

His eyes were glued to the way it traveled down his tensing abdomen, pausing to lower his sweats; then dipping inside.

He tried to stay quiet, though his chest was heaving, the sight and the feeling of your hand wrapping around his girth making it twitch again.

He watched you pull your panties aside, wet and ruined, revealing your pretty, glistening folds and the small entrance below.

So fucking small.

It looked almost obscene compared to his cock, long and thick and pulsating in your hand. But you fit him perfectly, like you were made just for him.

The moment you guided him forward, and the wet tip touched the heat of your cunt, he lifted his eyes to yours.

He felt so fucked out, but he was gentle as he pushed inside. The tight, wet muscle welcomed him eagerly, inch by inch, until his hips touched yours and he couldn't breathe.

For a moment, time stood still.

His head fell into the crook of your neck, inked hand squeezing your thigh.

"I missed you so much."

He sounded broken, but he's never felt so whole before.

"I missed you too..."

You clenched around him, prompting his hips to move off their own accord, coaxing the most beautiful sounds out of your body. The wetness, the smack of his skin against yours; the soft whines that fueled the heat boiling deep in his gut.

"Mmm," he moaned, raspy, "doing so well, baby."

He tried to stretch you out slowly, preoccupy himself with biting and sucking at your neck; anything not to focus on how you clenched around him.

But he was doomed, and he understood that the second you moved your hips, fucking him back.

"Oh shit," he gasped, "baby..."

He stifled another moan into your cheek, picking up his pace, so deep inside you he wondered if you could feel him in your tummy. The thought alone made his cock throb, every vein and ridge.

Long, ringed fingers wrapped around your throat, the pressure soft, but definitely there. In return, you grasped his shoulders, nails digging in, and Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Good?" He breathed, slamming into you a little faster, stuck on your shining eyes and eager nods. "Yeah?"

The mattress began to protest under the force of his thrusts, but the sound was drowned out by everything else. Jungkook felt your cunt tightening, so warm and so fucking sloppy, his own little personal heaven.

"Almost there? Hm? Gonna make a mess for me?"

Clench.

He groaned, his tummy twisting, the moans spilling past your lips making his head spin.

You merely nodded again, as though you couldn't speak. It made the corner of his lips quirk upwards.

"Yeah?" He tightened his hold on your neck, staking his claim with a coo. "My girl's gonna make a mess on my cock? Pretty angel's gonna cream all over it?"

Your breath hitched, thighs beginning to quiver around him.

"Y-yeah," you uttered, breathless, "yours—"

Jungkook's tongue slid into your mouth, his rutting becoming desperate. He wanted to mark you and brand you and oh god — he was about to see stars.

"Yeah, fuck— mine, my good girl," he stuttered out, "oh, baby, mhmm, I'm gonna come—"

His hips bucked as your pussy spasmed around him, sucking his cock in deeper, restricting his movements. Still, he fucked you through your orgasm, letting himself go with a loud groan. A burst of stars, the tension snapping; and he spilled inside you, white ropes of hot cum that filled you up to the brim.

He slumped against you after a drawn out moment, his body thrumming with bliss. Careful not to crush you, however, he rolled over to the side, his arms automatically enveloping your frame.

With his nose in your neck, he waited for his breathing to even out, lazily rubbing your hands.

"So good," he mumbled, "fuck... Are you okay, baby?"

You hummed, snuggling into him.

"More than okay."

Jungkook smiled, opening his eyes and pressing a kiss into your cheek.

"I'll wash you up in a sec."

"In a bit... Stay with me."

"I'm staying with you forever. Good luck getting rid of me now."

Your laughter sent a pang through his chest. He wanted to keep hearing it.

He brought your hand up to his lips, gently kissed each wounded finger, muttering his I love yous and praises until you both drifted off. Sated and warm under the sheets, tangled up in each other; with a single promise echoing through his head.

Never again would he let you hurt like this.

And whatever was happening outside of these four walls hardly mattered.

This was all that mattered.

This was home.

#hi! 👋#I literally made this blog just to get this fic out of my system lmao 💕#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts fluff

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emry-stars-art · 5 months

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Neil covering Andrew up again, but make it sweet this time

[And the follow up]

#I elected Not to fix the anatomy/proportions 🫡#it was decided we needed some fluff about Neil giving Andrew a blanket #and by god if I’m not here to deliver on both ends of the hurt/comfort dichotomy #so here you go #🤲💕#fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil

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cosmicstarlatte · 5 months

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husband!choso would get sooooo upset if you forgot to wear your ring one day while out with him.

He'd be incredibly pouty once he realizes. (and dare I say, petty?)

"Choso...talk to me."

"Mm. Apparently our vows mean nothing." He mumbles; even his ponytails seem to droop.

Even if he won't fully talk to you, that doesn't mean he won't stop holding your hand tightly as the two of you explore the streets.

"We're stopping here."

"Choso you can't be serious?"

You roll your eyes and let out a small giggle, letting yourself get dragged into the jewelry store, seeing the small smile he wears while he browses for a new ring for you.

#anyway jk as if I'd forget my ring??? From CHOSO??? LMAO that thing is never coming off!? 😩💕#but no rly he'd be so upset and makes sure u don't forget it next time #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #choso headcanons #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic jjk . ⊹

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elitadream · 4 months

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A Humble Offering 💝🪵

I saw this post by @peaches2217 which was inspired by this earlier post of mine, and uh... I couldn't resist. 🥺🥰

#I never reached for my tablet this fast 😂#I've always been so incredibly fond of this concept #Mario having big carpenter vibes and offering handmade presents to his loved ones #It's just- all so indescribably charming and endearing to me!#Reading that scenario gave me a burst of inspiration 🤭💕#Hope you like! ^-^#Mario #Princess Peach #Mareach #Mario x Peach #friendship and romance #fluff #demonstrations of love and affection #gifts #absolute sweethearts #I can't with these two ;_;#Super Mario bros #Fanart

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stxneflxwers · 5 months

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kisses for you. kisses for me.

⋯⁂ summary. what it's like kissing him.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. i just refuse to write professionally now lmao. im so lazy fr. (note: if someone hops into my comment talking about how freminet is "just a child", he's literally described as a young man in his official introduction.)

⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. freminet. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. fluff. physical affection (kissing).

zhongli.

◈ soft and silky, his lips are well taken care of. and with how one of his warm hands grabs your chin to tilt your head just right leaves your knees weak. and he knows all too well the effects he has on you, but he tries to put those thoughts out of his mind. his little bits of insecurity can leak through occasionally, manifesting in the form of him asking you if he kisses "okay enough for you." and you'll reassure him every time—until he's convinced.

neuvillette.

⚜ velvety and a little damp, he drinks way too much water for any regular human. he's more than a bit nervous to kiss you every time you two do kiss. you almost always have to initiate kisses—whether they're surprise ones or you straight up ask him, he'll blink in bewilderment. he's never going to adjust to the act, is he? well, that's too bad...for him. you're going to cover his whole face in adoring pecks. and he'll return that favor...one day, at least.

alhaitham.

🖊 feather-light and a little chapped, he's quick and to the point (usually.) he doesn't linger too long on giving kisses, lest his heart-rate spikes. he loves your kisses, but he doesn't quite understand why it makes his heart skip beats and his face flushed. when you pass by and give him a quick kiss, he's frozen in place. these reactions are not something he expected of himself, he can say that much.

freminet.

⛈ shaky and cracked, he forgets to take care of himself oftentimes. gets too flustered halfway through the kiss and breaks it off to cover his face, but you can still see how red the tips of his ears are. tear his hands away from his face to kiss him more and you'll surely break him. he stiffens while his eyes widen and dilate, but never does he complain once about getting blanketed in your love and affection. never.

#🌠— my works #genshin x reader #🌠— fluff #💕— zhongli #💕— multi #💕— freminet #freminet x reader #zhongli x reader #💕— neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #💕— alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Eddie thinking you’ve been ignoring him all day

Eddie Munson x Reader

(Tw: needles)

Eddie was sulking in bed, one pillow between his knees, the other crushed in between his arms, with his cheek flat against it.

Why hadn’t you called? You said you would.

Eddie Munson had such a crush on you. You were his best friend, but he really, really, really liked you... He had for a while.

You two had only managed to hang out for just under an hour yesterday, which was way less than usual. But since you had to leave to go socialise with your other friends, you promised to call Eddie today. ‘First thing in the morning’ you’d said, with the caveat of ‘if you’re up’, smiling playfully at him.

But it was now 3 pm and Eddie was lying face down on his bed, not even listening to music, or reading, he was just laying there, waiting.

Eddie had even called you four times today and no response, but your phone did ring. There was no way you were still asleep. Normally he’d just crawl through your window. He did that a lot. But yesterday you kept saying that you were ‘just tired’ when you two hung out, with the small time you had.

Maybe you didn’t want to see him?

Eddie clenched both pillows tighter, his body curling in on itself. He was always worried about this. Maybe people had finally gotten to you about him being a... a freak.

But no... you wouldn’t fall for that. You wouldn’t believe them, would you? You wouldn’t stop seeing him just to get people to like you more, gain back some of the social status you lost becoming friends with him.

But you said you were fine, you still had pretty much all your friends, who just scowled at Eddie and badmouthed him to you, but didn’t avoid you because of it. And you said you had your ‘true friends’, the ones who didn’t care about you and Eddie, and you said you had him! You said as long as you had that, you’d be happy...

Eddie rolled over, rubbing his legs together like crickets, before dejectedly kicking his bottom pillow off the bed since it’d gotten partly lost anyways, just squeezing his pillow tighter between his bitten fingernails. Trying not to punch it, because he’d been punching the pillow when it was curled against his stomach earlier, and he’d only hurt himself doing it. Punching the pillow didn’t make him feel any better. He just wanted you.

And then, the phone rang.

Eddie ran through the hospital doors, nearly breaking the automatic ones at the entrance, and he skidded to a halt at the board with directions of each ward, bouncing on his feet as he quickly read. Even though his eyes were slightly blurry from adrenaline, he could still read the large “4” meaning that your ward was an elevator ride up.

Eddie couldn’t give a shit about people staring at him as he ran through the hospital, crashing into every wall he took a corner through. It was a hospital, if there was anywhere people should understand someone running, it was here!

As Eddie finally thrust open your door, his panting breath finally became audible in his own ears, as he finally took a look at you. Staring up at him, in a hospital gown, an IV in your arm, but still smiling.

Eddie ran over to your side, but sat gently on your bed, carefully taking up your closest hand in his, avoiding the needle in it. And his deep brown eyes locked on yours. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

Eddie called you sweetheart sometimes. You didn’t mind, and he glared at anyone who seemed to find it odd until they backed down. And even though your mom had rang Eddie on your behalf, explaining to him that you were pretty much fine, Eddie still needed to ask you a million and one questions. All as he gently held you hand, doing all his best to not hurt you more.

You squeezed back Eddie’s hand, letting him know he was okay, as you shuffled further up the bed to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m sorry about all this.”

Eddie shook his head immediately, shuffling just like you did, but closer to you. His other hand stroking up and down the back of your wrist, holding your hand in his lap “No, no. What happened y/n?” Eddie looked down to your leg he could see clearer now under the hospital blanket. He didn’t even worry he’d be caught staring at your legs, especially in a robe that was a bit too short for you, because it was glaringly obvious he was staring at the big bandage wrapped around your calf.

“So basically, I woke up super early in the morning because I was feeling sick.” You saw Eddie’s body shuffling again, fidgeting, and you gave him a smile that was on the more humorous side of self-pitying, but still marginally annoyed at the whole situation. “But I was so tired, it was like, 4:30, and I only got back from Ellen’s at like 1 last night. So when I was carrying the bottle of medicine I kinda... slipped. And fell on the bottle. On the glass bottle.” You looked at Eddie pointedly, and his head tilted back as he got it now. But quickly his brown eyes went back to your leg, knowing what was under there now, his hand resting stretched on your knee as he observed it.

“Ew. Metal.” He commented, getting you to roll your eyes in agreement. “I know, right? You should’ve seen my bathroom, it looked like a crime scene.”

“You poor mom.”

“Oh she screamed.” You nodded.

Eddie sucked in air through his teeth, in sympathy of your poor leg, as he rubbed your knee.

“Anyway, so apparently the glass was pretty fucking deep, because it wasn’t enough to have stitches, I needed to have a small surgery.”

“SURGERY?!”

Eddie lowered his voice as you shushed him, not wanting a nurse to kick him out. His eyes were bulging out of their skull, shock horror on his face. “No one said anything to me about surgery!”

“It was a small one!” You promised.

“Is there actually such a thing?”

“Yeah!”

Eddie relented with a sigh, picking his head back up to look at you with those puppy dog eyes. His lip bitten in worry.

God, he was so fucking cute!

“But yeah, that only lasted, like, an hour. Not including the wait time, and the prep for surgery, and me waking up and all that shit. And then I didn’t get a single moment to call you or anything, because when I was up the doctors were testing me all day, just because I felt sick this morning. And they wanted to know if I was like, lightheaded, or dizzy or something, if there was any other reason I fell. At least they’re thorough I guess...”

Eddie nodded, deciding to just listen to all you had to say, his hand still rocking on your knee. Touch was very casual between you both anyway (minus occasional heavy beating hearts), plus he was just so glad you genuinely seemed okay. He thought. His head tilted when you finshed speaking, but he still thought that wasn’t enough, for his best friend who was literally describing their journey to the hospital. “...And??”

“Oh! I’m fine! It’s nothing serious.” You smoothed your free hand over the top of his, and you watched Eddie’s eyes go from still slightly worried on yours, to calm and washed over, over your joint hands. “It really was just an accident, and my leg should literally be fine too, the cuts were just a bit too deep for stitches. Plus it looked way worse than it was, I didn’t even stab any part of me inside, so no long lasting injuries or anything.”

“Good... Well I’m glad you didn’t get internally stabbed at least. Just a regular ole stabbing.” Eddie laughed out his nose, his smile only widening, because your smile got bigger when he finally smiled.

“Yeah, just a regular ole stabbing!” You agreed, now knowing that was going to be one of your inside jokes you two repeated all the time, much to the confusion of others. “Now I can join the basketball team, since my leg will be back to its full power.” You teased, knowing Eddie probably would have tackled you onto the bed if it wasn’t for you being injured, especially by the offended, yet very playful, way his eyebrows raised, and his jaw dropped in a smile.

“Don’t you dare. I’ll tell them all about your bathroom that’s soaked cieling to floor in blood. They’ll definitely think I’ve corrupted you.”

“The cieling didn’t get blood on it!” You rebutted, only getting Eddie to laugh, and you to join in response. Both of you rubbing each other’s hands, soothingly, but also self-soothingly. Just because you both wanted to. Because you liked being close.

Eddie’s smile stayed firmly planted on his warm lips. You were okay. You were fine, and you weren’t avoiding him. You didn’t forget him.

Eddie was the first person you’d asked to be called, when you got the opportunity for someone to reach the phone. You’d even told him you felt bad about not being able to call him, that you were worried about him. After all of today, you’d been worried about him, just because you couldn’t call? It made Eddie even more sure he was so right, for being so in love with you.

But you pat Eddie’s hand, with a tad more strength, just to show off how absolutely fine you were, and you even shuffled closer, so your thigh on your injured leg, was touching Eddie’s. “Hey.” You proposed, holding Eddie’s wrist to show he wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ve been in hospital for hours, since 5 this morning. So I think the least you could do is hang out with me all day.”

#really happy to write more Eddie he’s my beloved boy :’) 💕#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson angst #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson hurt/comfort #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson drabble #anon #ask #stranger things #Eddie Munson fic #1.6k #Eddie Munson/reader

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heeliopheelia · 2 months

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mtl to take their time with introducing their partner to the rest of the members when they get into a relationship (or who is more private about their romantic relationships)

hi cutie!! thanks for requesting and i'm so sorry for taking so long!!

takes the longest

Sunghoon - don’t ask me why pls, it’s not even that he’s like too shy or anything, i always headcanon hoon as a guy who doesn’t really talk about his emotions and respects his privacy, so i think it would just come a little harder to him to show the guys such vulnerable side of himself

Niki - he’s a rather reserved teenager who also doesn’t wanna get teased. would just text you to hang out and when you actually come to his dorm he makes a half-assed introduction to the guys before locking the both of you away in his room lmaoo

Heeseung - hmm i was actually hesitating with this one but i’m gonna stick by my hunch… it’s not that he’s ashamed or none of that bullshit, i just feel like he’s also quite a private guy so it would just take him a little longer to introduce you

Jungwon - i think he would talk about you a lot but wouldn’t really push it when it comes to the introduction itself. not a particular reason for it, it’s just something that needs to grow on him cause he’s still kinda a baby in the group yk

Jay - i feel like he’d be rather casual about it, i’m talking like he would not make a big deal out of this at any point… he’s a grown ass man, he has a beautiful partner who he’s very proud of – what’s there to be ashamed of

Sunoo - another one that i think is content with his feelings and exposing such side to the others, so it wouldn’t take him too long to properly introduce you to the boys

Jake - my mans got nothing to hide, bro couldn’t shut the fuck up about you ever since the moment you met so it’s only fair that the guys meet the object of his (insufferable) adoration

takes the shortest

#aaand another one up you go #🫶🫶💕#so sorry for the wait!!#nonnies 🗝₊˚⊹♡#enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen mtl

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aclowntiny · 10 months

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Hi!!! Could you do a reaction of ATEEZ's S/O kissing their cheeks just to prove the other member that they can make the member blush in less than minute?

I LOVE THIS!!! Yes I can & will it shall be my honor & pleasure 😌😆 hopefully you enjoy me running away with the scenario in a few of them hehe~ (The way I was listening to SOAD while writing this 😂)

Ateez + Kisses to Prove You Can Make Them Blush (Gender Neutral Reader)

Hongjoong

The moment you lean in, he’s leaning back a bit. Not that he doesn’t want you to kiss him, it’s just, well…

“Not in front of the guys!”

Stifling a chuckle, you just pull him in, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek, then one more to the other side. You pull back, admiring his gorgeous features for a moment with a smile before starting a full retreat. You know Hongjoong. If he isn’t already flushed by the initial embarrassment, this’ll get him. Sure enough, contrary to his reaction, the moment you start to leave, fingers sliding gently back down his cheeks and under his chin, he catches them in his.

“Oh?” You feign surprise.

“At least give me a real kiss,” Hongjoong chides, but you know he’s not truly annoyed by the amusement in his eyes and smirk on his lips.

“Alright,” you reply with a shrug, fingers returning to their moments-old grip as you yanked him into your lips.

The kiss is short but forceful, and you can feel Hongjoong restraining from getting any messier because, well, the guys. As you finally let go of him, you smile at the angelic look he gives you, running a hand through your hair quickly.

“Thank you.”

“No,” he chuckles, “thank you.”

“No,” you say back, holding out your hand to Wooyoung, who is beside himself yelling and mock-retching about having to watch that whole display even as he places the cash in your hand, “thank you for paying for our date tonight.”

Hongjoong just shakes his head. “You little devil.”

Seonghwa

The moment your lips hit his cheek, his eyelashes flutter shut in contentment. Time to hold this little bet? Perfect. Seonghwa was already in an extra good mood. You kiss his other cheek, traveling down from your boyfriend’s lovely cheekbone to smooch adjacent to his lips.

He giggles lightly, tilting his head to receive your kisses before he pulls away, angling himself to give you a few of his own. This time, you smile as his lips attack your face, familiar warmth gracing the gentle curve of your skin.

“I have to return the favor, you know,” he whispers before turning his affection to the other side.

“I do know,” you giggle, delivering the killing blow, “you’re so cute. The cutest.”

“Ah, hehe, I-” Seonghwa stammers a bit as you flutter your eyelashes innocently, cheek still angled his way, and with that, his cheeks begin to darken.

"See? That had to have been, like, thirty seconds!"

"Thirty-seven," Mingi corrected, holding his phone out, screen displaying the paused timer facing you.

"That's still under a minute! Now you have to do Seonghwa's laundry!"

"Wait," Seonghwa pouted, "this was just for some sort of bet?"

"Don't be sad," you attempted to soothe him, rubbing your cheek against his as your arms wrapped around Seonghwa's middle, "I enjoyed it and you've won a week's free laundry service."

Chuckling, Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow. "You could have bet anything and you told him to do my laundry?"

"M-hm," you hummed in agreement, "you deserve a break, and I don't think he does enough of that stuff."

He kissed the top of your head. "We really are perfect for each other."

Yunho

"Yunho!" With a running start, you leapt into your boyfriend's arms; he reached out at the last minute to catch you, dropping down a bit with the sudden weight than rising immediately back to a standing position. You wrapped your legs around his torso, leaving him reaching out to hold underneath your thighs.

"What's this about, hm?" He was smiling affectionately at you, giving you that 'I've won the jackpot' look, but no blush.

Dang, you thought the legs bit would get him. Very well. "My big strong man," you cooed, trying to embarrass him.

He chuckled at your words, then tensed as you suddenly planted a big, dramatic kiss on his cheek. He turned his head in response and you obliged, loosening your grip on his back a bit to run your hand up and down the line of his spine. You turn to press your lips to the other side, this time toning down the silliness and taking your sweet time. Finally as you pulled away, he held his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes. You reached up to caress his cheek, smiling surely as wide as he was.

"Alright, alright, you're both blushing. Sheesh."

"What's he talking about?" Yunho asked quietly, gaze not leaving yours despite Jongho's voice behind him.

"You didn't tell him about the bet?" Jongho snickered.

"Didn't need to," you replied, finally tearing your eyes from Yunho's long enough to give Jongho a smug look, patting your boyfriend's warm cheek.

"Ugh, fine, tell me what you guys want next time I'm out."

"What's going on?" Yunho inquired once again.

"I bet him I could make you blush in less than a minute so now we get free coffee!" You replied brightly.

"Well, even if we lost, I'd have felt rewarded."

You giggled both at Yunho's words and Jongho's amused, yet exasperated scoff.

Yeosang

Was working up to it the best strategy? Well, you'd find out, you supposed, your hand reaching up to the table's surface to rest atop Yeosang's. He paused long enough to give a little eye smile, unsuspecting, then returned to getting your afternoon tea poured. When he slid your cup toward you, you tightened your grip on his hand.

"Thank you, Yeosang," you peered at him through your eyelashes before rapidly pecking his cheek. Once again, he smiled, but nothing else, and you hadn't counted the passing time, so escalation seemed necessary. You kissed his cheek again and again.

"Are you trying to distract me?" He asked, tone half cheeky, half legitimately questioning, his eyes narrowing slightly at your little smile.

"I dunno, is it working?" You asked innocently, fingers of the hand that lie on top of his intertwining with his.

He held your hand up, palms pressed together as he played lightly with your fingers, this time taking his turn to lean closer to you. "What are you trying to distract me from, hm-"

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, which he immediately responded to, hand tightening around yours. As your lips moved in conjunction, you felt warmth pooling against your cheeks, which weren't so cold either. Pulling away, you rubbed your nose against his, taking in his wide, stunning smile.

"Dang, fifty seconds." San and Wooyoung peered down at their phones, the screens of which both displayed variations of fifty seconds and some-odd miliseconds.

"That," you jerked your head toward your duo of friends, belatedly answering Yeosang's question.

Your boyfriend pulled away, a faraway look in his eyes that slowly drifted into faint disgust. "Why were you making them time our kiss?"

"No," you giggle, "they weren't, just seeing if I could make you blush in a minute. Now they have to wear something stupid in the airport next time."

"Well, that more than makes up for it, then," Yeosang says, eyes drifting mischievously toward his besties.

San

"He blushes so easily," Seonghwa whines, "can't we make it thirty seconds?"

"No take backs!" You singsong, waving a dismissive hand at your friend. "You said make Sannie blush in a minute or less and I get to test out my manicure kit on you!"

"Well, at least it wasn't face paint," Seonghwa shrugs in resignation, "nails aren't so bad. As long as you don't do any weird colors."

"No promises," you tease just to get a rise out of him before sneaking into the kitchen where San was standing.

There the object of your affections stood, completely oblivious to the metaphorical target on his back, just filling a glass of water at the sink without a care in the world. Bingo.

You went up behind him, arms sliding around his waist and reaching up so your hands moved toward his chest. Both of you love back hugs, so you felt San melt into the embrace as you hummed contentedly, lips fluttering over his cheek lightly. Lowering his head, he rested it protectively over yours as you kissed him, muttering a "What's this?" and an "I love you" in practically the same breath.

"I love you too, Sannie," you cooed, smiling at his sweet words and the heat you could feel rising to greet your touch.

"Alright, yeah, I'm done for, I can see his ears are all red. What color do you want to do?" Seonghwa interrupted your moment.

"What's he talking about?" San asked as his arms rested over yours.

"Nothing that's important right now," you answered as you settled into him.

Mingi

“Why did we make this bet? We’re going to lose.” Yeosang’s very blunt observation rang through your ears as his head turned away from you and back toward Yunho, arms crossed matter-of-factly.

“In under a minute, though?” Yunho shot back.

“A minute is a long time,” you shot back with a grin.

“See?” Yeosang lamented as you sauntered over to Mingi, who had conveniently just entered the room just as the bet was sealed.

“What’s a minute a long time f- oh. Oh!” Before he could say any more you were on him, attacking his face with kisses. Your hands reached up to caress his cheeks and turn his head to give you access as you made your travels, which your beloved rapper never made a single objection to. In fact, you dared say he encouraged it if the way his one hand snaked onto you to draw circles on your back said anything.

Whether it was your own body heat against his or something of Mingi’s own, you could already feel warmth brewing beneath your lips as he giggled. The sound spurred you on as you kissed his nose, then made your way back down, heading for his lips...

“Ok, pass! Pass, (y/n), he’s already red, jeez!” Yeosang held up his hands, waving in defeat. "I told you this was a stupid bet, Yunho."

The other tall man just shrugged. "At least it's not that much money."

You turned and looked at him with a victorious smirk. “Ok, cool. Glad you think so. Pay up.” Holding out your free hand, you gripped Mingi’s chin with the other, continuing to kiss your boyfriend.

Wooyoung

Honestly, you were a bit uncertain about the whole bet- surely Yeosang had a reason to feel so confident? And Wooyoung was pretty bold, would he blush easily? Maybe not.

No matter what the outcome, you'd signed up to test it, and you couldn't totally complain about that if it meant trying some stuff that might work on Wooyoung. Even in loss you'd have some fun, you reminded yourself.

You found your boyfriend in his room, organizing some stuff on his shelf, and as you said his name his head snapped up instantly. "Darling! Need anything?"

"You," you replied, knowing corny stuff worked pretty well on him. With that, you crossed the room, pulling him into an embrace from the side.

"Well, alright then, good afternoon to you, too," he replied with a grin.

You started kissing down his cheek, which had yet to redden when he turned his head, tapping a finger on the other side in silent request for you to even him out. Chuckling, you leaned in and obliged, covering his whole face in kisses. When you finished, he pointed to his neck, taking full advantage of your purported affectionate mood. Sighing, you kissed down his neck, too, peering upward to see if his ears or cheeks looked red. He just smiled, trailing a finger down his chest.

"Don't push it," you teased, giving him a playful shove. You accidentally caught him off-guard, though, sending him off balance and scrambling, ultimately tumbling back onto his bed.

He looked down as if he didn't know what was beneath him, then back up at you in surprise, eyebrows practically disappearing into his hairline. "Oh?" Now his cheeks were getting red. Why was he like this?

"I- I-" You stuttered, voice failing you in favor of a sigh as your face fell into your hand.

"Ok, that was fifty seconds. I'm sorry for both of us," Yeosang muttered, showing you his timer, handing you some cash, and turning on his heels to leave. "Have fun explaining this one."

Jongho

You slid next to your boyfriend on the couch, bringing a smile to his face at your presence.

"Bored?" He asked as you snuggled closer into his side.

"Hm, a little, but I think I know how we can fix that," you reply, posing with a finger to your chin in mock-thought.

"Oh yeah?" Jongho lifted one arm too give you greater access, draping it casually across your shoulders when you got settled. "How?"

"This is how," you wasted no time in replying, eyes briefly scanning Jongho's lovely, handsome face before closing the remaining space between you two.

You could tell by the way he leaned he expected you to kiss his lips, which you knew he preferred, but your initial goal was a bit different. You kissed his cheek, suppressing laughter as he leaned away slightly, one eyebrow raised in confusion. With just a faint chuckle, you kissed the other cheek.

"What's gotten into you?" That's all he says as you pull away, sure he'd red by now. Not quite, it seems, and you're sure you are from trying not to laugh.

"Where's mine?" You ask, pouting slightly.

"Wh- what are you talking about?" His eyes widened ever-so-slightly, a faint blush finally dusting his cheeks.

"One second," you told him, placing a finger across his lips in a 'shush' gesture as you rose from the couch, leaving him with a furrowed look of confusion as you sat up and peered over the back cushions, "what's my time?"

"I started kinda early."

"Hey!" You complained, grabbing a pillow to threaten Hongjoong with.

Ateez's captain immediately put his hands, one of which held his phone, up in surrender. "But it still came out to fourty-three seconds! You win!"

You lowered the pillow, tucking it back into the corner a few inches from your feet. "Good. Then pay up."

"Alright," Hongjoong reluctantly agreed, his classic impish smile decorating his face, "but only because you two are so cute."

That time, he did get hit with a pillow square in the shoulder, but it was Jongho who threw it.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #fluff #requested #hope this is to your liking sweetie 🥺💕

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gentlebeard · 5 months

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Our love was made for movie screens

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abberant-butler · 2 years

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Boss Fight

WC: 837 Not-quite-angst, mostly fluff, Levi being a good big brother

It was unusual for the twins to fight. Belphie hated to see Beel upset, and Beel was not often one to let things get to him- with any of his brothers, really, but his beloved twin least of all. Most of their disagreements were about sleeping arrangements or snacks under the bed, and most were often solved by one letting the other indulge in their sin until the itch had been scratched enough for civility to return.

It was unusual for Levi to meddle in the affairs of his brothers. Outside of chasing Mammon down for the debts he owed, the third eldest often viewed himself as the recluse of the family. His self-doubt convincing him that he was an outsider anyway, with his weird hobbies and even stranger sleep schedule.

Yet for some reason, on the rare occasion that the twins actually fought, Levi was always the best mediator between them. Lucifer was always too stern, far used to wrangling the more active troublemakers Mammon to be able to listen without giving advice. Mammon was a decent listener when it came to his little brothers, but wasn’t a particularly strong sorter for the solution. He had his own problems expressing his feelings, after all. Asmo was often too concerned on making the parties feel physically better. Satan’s advice was almost always some form of ‘get over it’. Not out of cruelty or a lack of love, of course, simply out of his own experience.

Levi, however… Levi never failed. Which was how Beel once again found himself knocking at his brother’s door.

“Only those who can answer which TSL book the side character ‘Zyere’ appeared in may enter!”

How niche or complicated the password was signaled how comfortable with interaction Levi was feeling. This was particularly niche. Beel hesitated before he opened the door anyway.

“I don’t know.”

“Then WHY did you COME IN?!” Levi pulled off his headset and slammed it on the desk, only to soften in an instant when he met violet eyes and realized what must have happened.

Pushing back from his desk and stretching while the chair spun slowly out towards Beel, Levi slumped back into it with a heavy sigh.

“It’s book four. Zyere is the eldest princess of a small nation that the Lord of Masks seeks out for an alliance because of the strategic borders that Princess Zyere shared with the Lord of Corruption.”

Beel nodded, coming to sit down on the floor next to Levi’s chair. Levi pulled the lever under the seat until it was all the way down, letting Beel rest his head on the armrest while he pulled out his phone and got up the TSL wiki.

“It was really controversial casting in the show, though. Princess Zyere is initially described with thick, curly hair, and black eyes that the Lord of Masks said ‘he could see more of himself than her in their reflection’. The actress, however, ended up having blue eyes, almost the same color as the actor for the Lord of Masks. The forum drama lasted months. I wasn’t happy, but-”

“Belphie yelled at me after I apologized for eating his pillow.” Beel knew the only way he’d get a chance to speak was if he interrupted. Not that Levi minded, since he’d talk about his favorite series for hours if that’s how long Beel needed. “I was napping on his bed and I dreamed of eating cotton candy. Then I woke up and saw scraps of his pillow. I said sorry. He was still mad. So I went to the gym.”

“And now he’s mad that you’re ignoring him, huh?”

Beel nodded.

“Were you?”

“A little.”

Beel watched Levi tap open Akuzon, going to his ‘favorites’ list. Among the typical Ruri-chan and TSL merch was Belphie’s pillow. 1-tap buy. He tapped open messages, clicking Belphie’s name. We need another player for this boss. Come down to my room ASAP! I’m counting on you!

“What boss?” Lifting up his head from the armrest, Beel’s brows scrunched in confusion as he looked at Levi.

Still slumped over in the chair with his legs spread out long in front of him, Levi shrugged. “There was an update to one of my multi-player games. We should have five people for it, but I’m over-leveled anyway. I can carry you two. It’s the game we played a while back, remember?”

“The one with the floating soup shop?”

“Yeah. It’s an inn though, not just a soup shop.”

“I liked that one.”

Levi nodded, lightly hitting Beel’s head to move it far enough out of the way that he could get his hands on the armrests and his feet under him, sitting up straight before standing and going to start up the console and pull the pillows out of his tub to set up for company. He knew Belphie would take a while to come down, but Levi also knew the youngest would fall asleep once they started playing. Then, things would be normal again.

#💕 fluff #om leviathan #obey me!#OBEY ME #om beel

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tojisun · 4 months

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i would give anything for some simon fluff rn bc i feel like my bf is gonna break up with me soon and to have simon be a point of comfort would be everything to me rn. ily sun!

-🔪💕

oh my love, im so sorry to hear that. i hope and wish and pray that he wouldnt; that things could be talked through and issues could be smoothed over. i wish so much love to be on your way right now. i love you so so much and take care.

i rushed this in hopes of u seeing it faster and even then, it still took so long for me to post it; i hope, at least, that it turned out alright and that u can find comfort in this even if just a bit :’(

@/plutism for divider

simon breathes in deeply, quietly, his body slowly leaning to the door frame as he gazes at you.

you still don’t know that he’s back, busy humming to yourself as you finish preparing your breakfast. he has to talk to you about spatial awareness, acutely worried about the fact that you haven’t heard the door open or clocked in the extra shoes stowed in the shoe rack or, the most obvious one, noticed his presence.

yeah, those are worrying alright. but, right now, simon takes it – you – all in slowly. softly. deeply.

he takes in the way you’re dressed in nothing but his clothes – an old military shirt that he didn’t even know you kept, his pyjama pants with the excess fabric folded to hell so that you wouldn’t trip.

his dog tags, their quiet chime ringing in his ears melodiously.

simon ignores the prickles in the back of his eyes or the sudden lump lodged in his throat, busy cataloguing the changes you’ve done in your guys’ home – the potted plants by the kitchen window sill, the new wall clock that’s shaped like a cat instead of the old circular one he remembers getting from the dollar store.

the calendar on the fridge, days marked with x-es as you count down the days until simon’s presumed return from his mission. simon gave you a fake date so that he can still surprise you without fully disrupting your routine. johnny almost gave it away with his ramblings, but it worked out perfect in the end.

because in the end, here he is, basking in your presence, forging reality from what had just been a loving nostalgia of returning to you. because in the end, he is back home

simon carefully knocks on the door, smiling apologetically when you whipped around to look at him with a belted scream. your palm lurches to steady your beating heart, the other grasping the countertops, and simon’s laughter trickles into the air.

“si?” you gasp out, voice so quiet like you are afraid that he isn’t real.

“yeah,” simon replies just as softly; just as fearful of having this beautiful dream of coming back home to you be ripped away from his reach.

you’re running to him in his next breath and simon doesn’t even think, doesn’t even hesitate, before he’s meeting you halfway.

warm bodies collide, pairs of arms snaking around each other, pulling and tugging. he maps his palms on your back, feeling you better, familiarizing your body against his again. your hands fist at his jumper, nose nuzzling along his neck to breathe him in.

he hears you say his name, a trembly little thing. simon whispers your own, hoping you hear the way your name drips from his tongue like honey, packed with reverence and love.

your breath hitches, a choked sob replacing your gasp. “again,” you say, the words pressed on his skin. “say my name again.”

he does, murmuring your name again and again. not stopping even when he scoops you up in his arms to gently prop you up on the countertop.

you are full on sobbing now. “simon,” you reply. “simon. my simon.”

your simon.

that’s right – he is yours. all yours. just yours.

“yeah,” he replies with a hiccup, then a wet chuckle. “yours. and you? you are mine, yeah?”

you pull away just a bit, just enough that your eyes are meeting his. simon’s lips wobble at finally having a proper view of you.

“yes,” you rasp out. “‘m all yours.”

the first kiss is desperate even when it is slow; it is all languid and deep. his palms cup the back of your head and your hands trail hesitant touches before cupping his jaw; not once letting go. not once letting your hands stray away from him.

there are so many things simon wants to say: i missed you. i love you. you look good in my clothes. i love you. you are so beautiful. i love you. but they all fade away as he deepens the kiss because in this moment, nothing else matters but you in his embrace. but him back in your arms.

but this love that sustains him.

i hope, even if just a little, this helped. i love u nonnie <33

#🔪💕#suns.f #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley #ask #suns #i hope this feels like a warm hug coming from me. take care sweetheart

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emowonz · 3 days

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°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 . ° . ᡣ𐭩

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 － 𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 <3

𝑎／𝑛： 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦🤭！

“jake calm down i have somewhere to be baby” you giggled as the taller boy placed little love bites amongst your neck as you were doing your makeup. you and your friends were going to hang out just like old times! but your lovely boyfriend doesn’t want you to leave. you’ve already did your hair and had gotten dressed in a simple white crop top with a cute black mini skirt to match! of course you had to show off your outfit to the world.

“you look so prettyy baby, i want that all to myself you know? you’re all mine” he looked at you through the vanity mirror leaving another hickey on your neck for the world to see. you rolled your eyes at the man as you put your highlighter down and began to do your mascara. jake loved to watch you do your makeup, and even take it off you he loved how focused you where on making it look perfect, even though he thought you looked amazing as could. jake loved when you put your mascara on because it reminds him of all the times he’d fuck you silly leaving your mascara smeared everywhere with your big wet tears leaving your eyes making him relive the moment causing his dick to throb in his pants at the sight of you.

The taller boy began to actually scan your body now that he realized what you are wearing, nipples poking out of your shirt, your black skirt showing your ass once you bend down to get something. such a slut jake thought to himself, you realized he was staring out of space mid conversation. “jake baby are you even listening!!” you rolled your eyes now applying your brown lipliner and lipgloss on. “you’re so pretty baby” jake mumbled against your neck causing your eyes to close as you let out small soft moans. you were so unfocused on what he was doing you didn’t even realize him sneaking his fingers into your skirt toying with your puffy clit.

“ah jake” you whimpered grabbing his wrist tightly as you felt him slip his two digits into your leaking hole. “i have to g-go soon jakey please” you bit your bottom lip panting like a dog in heat. “it’ll be quick baby, your pussy needs me” he spoke the dirtiest words in such a soft tone looking at your expressions through your vanity mirror with a sly smirk on his face.

tears began to fall from your pretty eyes, it felt amazing. “don’t cry pretty girl, i’m here to make you feel better yea?” he said pumping his fingers in and out using his other hand to wipe the tears from your face leaving your mascara smudge. you felt your high approaching making you leave marks into jake’s forearm as you began to pant, “fuck i’m cuming jake~” you gasped as he fasten his paste, you let out a soft squeak before undoing all over his fingers.

“fuck princess that was so hot” he smiled at your fucked out expressions. you watched him removing his fingers out and shove them in his mouth moaning at the taste of your sweet cunt. “ you taste so so good, could eat you everyday” he said making you leak once more. you turned around and got up to push him onto the bed nearly ripping his pants off.

you removed his boxers making his dick spring up and almost hit you in the face! you immediately began to stroke his member spitting on his pink tip before making eye contact as you took him in your mouth causing him to let out a soft groan. he pulled your hair into a ponytail so you wouldn’t have it in the way. you started off slow swirling your tongue around his tip tasting his precum. “please baby don’t tease” he whined out, your wish is my command you thought as you began to deepthroat his member causing you to choke on his dick making tears run down your face ruining your makeup. looking at jake’s eyes shut, sweat dripping down his neck, and mouth nearly open as drool ran down his jaw, you almost came your pants! you began to squeeze your thighs as tight as could be looking at your lovely boyfriend.

jake had gotten so desperate he began to fuck your face! thrusting his hips up into your mouth as you gagged so much. your throat began to sting but you didn’t care because he was enjoying himself. “oh my gosh, oh my gosh im gonna cum, i’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth” he rambled his words as you picked up your pace moving up and down on his cock with your mouth. jake let out a loud moan as he shot his load down your throat, his body began to shake as he calmed down from his orgasm. he looked down at you with low eyes grabbing your face pulling you up pulling you towards his lips, tasting himself on your tongue as you tasted yourself on his.

“i guess you’re not leaving mhm?” he teased pulling away from the kiss”

“shut up jake”

#enhypen #sim jaeyun #sim jake #sim jaeyun smut #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen fluff #kpop #kpop smut #emowonz #emowonzdrabbles💕!

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mochamvgz · 13 days

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made with love.p.jay

; a warm meal with your partner was all you needed after a hectic month

; park jongseong x reader

; genre: fluff, non-idol au

; warnings: talk of exhaustion

; 0.7k words

; tags: @inkelea @sobun1est @kbookshelf

; divider cr: @plutism (i can't believe I forgot to credit them earlier 😭😭 if you're reading this i'm so so sorry)

you entered the passcode to your studio apartment, letting yourself in after being met with an affirmative *beep*

after carelessly tossing your backpack onto the kitchen counter, you miraculously managed to drag yourself to your bed, collapsing on it right away

thank god it's saturday tomorrow

that was the only thought in your mind at present. you'd had a hectic week—no, a hectic fortnight...or was it a month...? your pre-existing headache grew worse as you tried to recall so you gave up eventually

your eyelids grew heavy and just as you were about to board your train to dreamland, star lost by stray kids started playing from the front pocket of your pants. wait, no, that couldn't be right. pockets don't make sounds...oh, it was only your phone ringing

an annoyed grunt escaped your mouth before you checked the caller id. a tired but genuine smile speak across your face when you saw who it was. you accepted the call and put it on speaker

"how's my girl doing?"

you could almost hear the smile in jay's voice, which, in turn, made your own smile widen. "i'm feeling pretty wiped honestly"

jay knew that, he'd noticed the way your smile didn't reach your eyes these days, how your shoulders seemed deflated, the way you looked as if you could pass out at any given moment. of course, he'd be there to catch you if you did

"have you had anything to eat yet?"

"no...sorry"

jay had expected as much

"want me to come over? i can make you something to eat, and then we could cuddle or watch a movie or something"

"yes please, i could really use your cuddles. only if it's not too much of a bother, of course"

"nothing's ever a bother when it comes to you. i'll be there in 10. wait for me, yeah?"

you hummed in response and hung up with an "i love you" which he mirrored back. his soft voice when he spoke to you always warmed your heart. you dozed off thinking about how you truly had the best boyfriend ever

the clatter of pots and pans jolted you awake

you screwed your eyes shut as a groan escaped you, the blaring headache coming back. you heard someone cursing, probably the same person responsible for the racket that disrupted your sleep

sitting up, you began to rub your eyes when you heard a sequence of frantic footsteps, getting progressively closer, and then a pair of arms wrapping around you

you looked up to see jay with an apologetic expression on his face

"i'm soo sorry 'bout that sweetheart, I was trying to be quiet but..."

you mumbled an "it's okay" while hugging him back. after staying in that position for some time, jay broke the silence

"how about you wash up yeah? i'll be in the kitchen"

you noded, shooting him a smile—which he returned—before getting up and making your way to your bathroom

when you came back out, feeling considerably more rested and energized, you found your bed was made, and your previously-cluttered desk was much tidier. a smile made it's way on your face, knowing it could be none other than jay's work

jay noticed you as you approached the kitchen counter, his face lighting up

"you're right on time for dinner!"

"dinner? don't you mean lunch?"

he tilted his head a little to the side in confusion

"it's 7:00 p.m. sweetie"

"already??? have i been out for that long? why didn't you wake me up??"

jay chuckled, "you looked so cute sleeping, i didn't wanna wake you. plus, you seemed like you needed it"

"fair enough"

by then jay announced dinner was ready so you helped him set the table and sat down for dinner. the noodles he'd made were simply delectable. it reminded you of the way you used to make them with your sister. you mentioned it to him among other compliments

"well, where do you think I got the recipe?" he winked. your mouth fell open. no way.

"i literally love you so much"

"love you too" he replied with his adorable smile

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