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li0nn3stuff · 2 days

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Kiddo

Chapter seven

Kiddo masterlist

English is not my first language, be kind.

Modern!Older!Aemond x Modern!Younger!Reader

•Chapter warnings: obsession, stalking, talking of sexual themes, handjob, kissing, manipulation•

Two months and a half after the encounter.

-Something wrong, kiddo?-

He stared at his own message. He was tense, angry.

“Fuck!” He screamed as he threw his phone on the other part of his room.

She hadn’t been texting him in two weeks. She was the one to always text him, always so eager to hear from him, to talk to him.

But she stopped.

He had texted her three days ago, but she didn’t answer, and that made him utterly crazy.

How dared she ignore him?!

Who the fuck did she thought she was to believe she had the right to ignore him?

Two months after the encounter.

“You okay there?” He looked down at her, where she lay still curled up on his chest.

“... yeah.” She answered softly.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked then, he saw her nodding. She moved off of him and sat on the couch as he got up to get her a glass of water, coming back soon after, and handing it to her. She blushed as soon as she saw him, and took the glass, glancing down at his lap.

He was still hard rock. He wasn’t ashamed of it, and he didn’t even try to cover it.

He knew she was thinking about what just happened, and asking herself what was going on with him, but she was too shy and embarrassed to ask.

Despite how much he wanted to do everything with her, he didn’t know if to approach the subject.

He was a dick, yes, he might be even trying to manipulate her, but even he recognised this was a lot for her. He sat back on the couch beside her.

“You know there is nothing to be embarrassed about, yeah?” He looked at her, but she refused to meet his eye. “This is how adults take care of each other, you know?”

“A–adults?” She asked, as she kept her glass on her lap, looking down at him.

“Yeah, adults. You’re a little adult, kiddo.” He tried to smile. She hesitantly raised her gaze at him.

“Am I?” She asked, her voice was trembling, like an insecure child.

“Of course you are.” He cupped her cheek with his hand and leaned closer. “Do you want to let me take care of you?” He saw her purse her lips, unsure. He looked down at her lips, moving his thumb to brush them, gently.

“Do I?” She asked him, her eyes full of insecurities.

“Of course you want to. I made you feel good, didn’t I? Besides, you said you trust me. Was it not true?” He raised his eyebrow, looking at her as she furrowed her eyebrows, scared to pass like a liar.

“I do trust you. I do not lie.” She specified. He nodded, caressing her shoulder with his other hand, looking at it for a brief moment.

“Then trust me, and let me take care of you.” He looked back at her, and he could see her more decisive.

“I want to take care of you. I won’t leave you.” He scooped closer, his face mere millimeters from her.

“What are you doing?” She whispered, confused by his closeness. He caressed her cheek again and made her tilt her head back so he could see her face better.

“I’m going to demonstrate to you how much I want to take care of you.” He whispered back, brushing lightly his lips against his, feeling the sweet softness of her lips. He felt her breath hitching as she stared at him, immobilized. He kept looking at her as he brushed his lips again and again against hers, and he couldn’t help but smirk when he finally pressed his lips against hers, giving her just a long peck. He left her lips tense, forced into a kissing shape, so he pulled back, looking at her with lust, as his hand trailed down from her shoulder to her bum, he gently scooped her closer so she would be pressed against his side. As soon as she felt his hand there she gasped, slightly opening her mouth, so he immediately took the advantage and kissed her again, sucking her lower lip gently between his lips, so that she would be forced to keep her mouth open. He kissed her gently for a while, making sure that she would understand how to reciprocate his kiss, and as soon as she did, for Aemond was completely over.

He pushed himself against her, slipping his tongue in her mouth, savoring her taste, as he kept on leaning forward forcing her to arch her back. He growled as he moved his hand from her cheek to her hair, gripping the back of her head to keep her close, to be sure she would stay glued to him.

“Will you take care of me, kiddo?” He gasped between kisses. “Mh? Return the favor, take care of me.” He ordered as he just kept going back to her lips, completely addicted to her. She whimpered as every time he reconnected their lips he got harsher. He moved his hand that was resting on her bum to her thigh, squeezing it in his hand as he raised her leg and threw it over his lap, so that her thigh would bruch his cock every time she moved as they kissed.

He moaned in her mouth as his cock finally was getting something after having denied himself for so long.

She looked at him with her mouth slightly parted, her lips shining from both of their saliva, and swollen by their making out. She looked down at her leg over him and her face went completely red, so she immediately looked back at his face. He kept her leg secure on him with his hand, tightly wrapped on the back of her knee.

“Take care of me kiddo.” He groaned as he grinded slowly against her thigh.

“H–how…?” She mumbled, as she kept breathing heavily, this time he believed because of fear.

Not of him, he hoped.

More like for the unknown.

He hoped she feared not being able to satisfy him, so he could teach her exactly how.

“Spit on your hand.” He ordered her, moving his hand from the back of her knee to her thigh, caressing her, trying to soothe her somehow.

He had no idea how, really. His head was a complete mess, the only thing he could think of was her, her skin, her lips, the spit she just let fall down on her hand.

She really did it. He quickly unfastened his belt and his pants, grabbing her wrist, guiding her hand inside his pants.

“Stroke it– Wrap your hand around it–” He couldn’t control himself anymore, he felt like a stupid teeneger cumming in his pants just because of the sight of some tits.

But his sweet girl, was fucking giving him a handjob.

Finally.

Finally, he could feel her, finally, he had her entering sexuality with him, and he could guide her into every experience.

Only with him, obviously.

He could shape her perfectly for him, create a natural match for him, and him alone.

She would be satisfied only with him, so she would always come back to him.

He’ll make sure to make her feel things that no one else is capable of.

He could feel, see the hesitation in her actions, her hand not squeezing his cock hard enough, her slow pumps, how she didn’t caress his tip.

He slipped his boxer lower, so he could cover her hand with his. She looked at him, widening her eyes, then she turned her head, red of embarrassment.

“Look at me.” He groaned as he made her squeeze her hand around him. He started moving her hand up and down on him faster, as he grabbed her chin with his free hand, turning her head towards him.

“Look at me kiddo.” His eyebrows arched, as he laid completely back on the couch, thrusting his hips up. “Fuck–” He mumbled, as he just kept making her go faster, squeezing harder.

He was utterly fucked.

He moaned again as he let his head fall back.

He will never go back to being normal, now he knows.

He started breathing loudly, his breath heavy as he felt finally ready to cum.

He turned his head and forced himself to open his eye to look at her.

His pretty perfect girl.

He grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pushed her against him, kissing her deeply, as a mix of a groan and moan escaped his mouth, as he finally let go, his seed painting her soft hand and his, staining his pants also.

He broke the kiss and pressed their forehead together, as he slowly recomposed.

Two months and a half after the encounter.

If she betrayed him, he would kill whoever that boy was.

No, his girl could never…

Could she?

He deserved to know. He had to know.

He sighed and threw the cup of coffee in the sink, letting it break in pieces.

He was furious, distracted, and he could barely control himself.

He hated it, he hated to be so… human.

He went to grab his phone back, surprisingly, only the screen was broken, other than that, it seemed to work perfectly.

He sighed and went upstairs, putting on some jeans and a black sweatshirt.

He took the day off, he felt like he needed to.

Not as much as he needed his girl.

She was leaving him with no choice, he had to find her.

More like, see her. He perfectly knew where to find her.

He got in his car and quickly drove to her school.

He parked outside, looking at the school.

What was he thinking? She was at school, he couldn’t just get inside and find her. He looked at the hour, he just had to wait an hour to see her get outside school, and sit under the same tree she always goes to when it’s a good day outside.

But she wasn’t there.

She wasn’t at school.

He immediately started the engine, feeling his rage getting the better of him. She wasn’t at school, why?!

He drove like a madman towards her house. He wanted to stop at the hill before, there was a big chance that he could find her there, without presenting himself at her house’s door, for fuck’s sake.

He had no idea of what he was going to do, what he would have said to her foster mother if he didn’t find her at the hill, he knew nothing.

Nothing, other than he had to see her.

She had deprived him of his most sophisticated, precious drug, she left him alone, she left him to his old life, when he was not his old self anymore.

Everything seemed only less exciting, nothing felt important.

What he hated the most in his situation was his complete lackness of self control when it came to her, regarding his actions, his words, his feelings, everything.

He wanted her. He dreamed of her every night for the past two weeks, he heard her voice in his head narrating his own thoughts, he heard her advise him when he needed to, he searched for her form every night, even if she never touched his bed. Sometimes he felt the smell of her scent under his nose, and he immediately looked around, searching for her pretty gentle face. He could feel her hands soothe him with her hands on his shoulders when he was stressed.

He heard a loud scream and he immediately stopped the car, looking ahead of him with his eye completely widened.

She was standing with her bike on her side, her eyes widened in fear and shock, staring at him.

She was prettier than he remembered.

He quickly turned off the engine and got out of his car immediately.

“Aemond, what are you doing here?” She asked, still in shock.

“You avoided me.” He choked out. “You left me on read.” He wrapped his hand on the back of her neck as she looked away ashamed.

“No look at me!” He shouted, making her jump back, she looked at him, her eyes quickly filled with tears.

“You– You don’t get to leave me like that.” She growled as he gripped her harder, his free arm wrapping around her waist, as he leaned down to rest his forehead on her shoulder.

“I–I’m sorry I–” She sniffed. “I was so embarrassed and ashamed–”

He raised his head and looked at her, wiping her tears away.

"Embarrassed? Why?!” Her excuse only made him move angry. “You were perfect kiddo. Nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to be leaving me for.” He growled the last phrase.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry–” She cried out.

“Do you know how much you’ve hurt me?” He pulled her close to his face. She widened her eyes for a moment, then only more tears flew out.

“I–I never meant to, I swear…” She sniffled again. “I– I missed you…” She sobbed out.

Did she?

God, he was so happy to hear it.

“Yeah, you did? Mh?” His grips on her tightened as she nodded. He smirked for a moment, looking down at her beautiful face, now contorted in displeasure for what she did to him.

“It’s okay, kiddo.” He brushed her hair off her face, gently.

He was learning to be gentle, to not scare her off too much.

He obviously still struggled sometimes.

“It’s okay, you can make it up for this, okay?” He comforted her, as she nodded repeatedly.

“I will, I promise, I’m sorry.” She repeated. “I’m so, so sorry, Aem.” She wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

He grinned at her little nickname for him.

He loved it.

It was new for him to have such a cute nickname by a girl who wasn’t his own mother.

“Prove me you’re sorry, kiddo.” He looked down at her lips.

She immediately blushed and hid her face on his chest, making him chuckle for a moment. In a sudden movement, she raised her head and lifted herself up on her tiptoes, giving him a little peck on his cheek.

He froze for a moment, surprised, but he smiled soon after.

He smiled, genuinely smiled.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her closer, as she quickly hid her face back on his chest.

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secret-realm · 4 months

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Hello!

Today I reminded myself of a post I made back in 2020, and then updated the following year (2021).

It's been years, and I think I may need to update it once again by adding a new cutie!

Behold, my blushing cuties!

I mean, just look at them

They're so adorable

So sweet and pretty

Absolutely mesmerizing

And of course, soooo extremely cute

Have a peaceful day, lovely people!

-L🪐

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klausysworld · 11 months

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can u write something about damon just being soft and whipped for his girl. just need a damon fluffy fic rn 😩😩

Everything to him

Damon stood with his arms around his girl’s waist as she finished her makeup in the mirror. His chin on top her head as he watched as she layered the romantic red lipstick onto her soft plump lips. He could only hope to have their prints all over him by later that night as she looked herself over.

“You look perfect” he mumbled when she frowned a little and tilted her head. “There’s absolutely nothing I would change, in fact although the makeup has you looking all this much sexier, even without you wear the face of an angel” he purred seeing her lips lift into a smile and her head turn to look at him.

“I’d say flattery gets you no where but it seems to have gotten you rather far as of now” she lifted her arms over his head and round his neck while batting her lashes as him. He pulled her closer so his lips ghosted hers and his eyes dropped at the feeling of her fingers in his hair.

“I only tell the truth to you” he whispered gravelly and she hummed in reply, scratching at his head slowly knowing how it affected him. His eyes shut and pressed his forehead to hers “god I love you” he muttered and her smile grew

“I love you Damon Salvatore” she grinned and he tilted his head slightly to have his lips against hers. He allowed her to take the lead, moving her mouth against his and Brighton’s her other hand up to cup his face as both his hands slid up her back to hold the tops of her arms.

“You’re going to ruin my hair” he muttered and she laughed lightly against his lips before pulling back to look at him, her fingers running through each lock

“I like it messy” she decided before brushing it through with her hands and positioning it in a way that she found suited him best. His eyes glossed over as he watched her loving smile and felt her gentle touches. Her fingertips dances down the back of his neck and round to the front before she adjusted his leather, pulling it tighter on him and wetting her painted lips. Her palms smoothed down his chest, her deep red nails dragging down his black t-shirt before pulling up the hem only to groan at his display of abs. Her thumb tracing his happy trail and stopping at the top of his low-hanging jeans. Her fingers skimming over his belt in a teasing manner.

“Y/n…” he muttered feeling his body getting aroused by her actions “we have a reservation”he reminded, a breath of air leaving him as her hand cupped his crotch through his trousers “baby…” he whispered “you can almost never get a table there”

She sighed and gave him a light squeeze, listened to him grunt and then fixed his shirt and stepped back admiring him “okay…but after…” she pouted and he nodded eagerly

“After you can do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

She bit her bottom lip gently and held her hand out which he quickly took with a lustful smirk in place.

He kept a hand in hers the whole drive there, only breaking the hold for a second as they got out the car before an arm was back round her hips. She smoothed her cherry coloured dress down, adjusting it to rest a little lower on her thighs as it had ridden up in the car. His gaze dropped to her heels which make a distinct ‘click’ with each step she took. His eyes followed back up her gorgeous legs, along her beautiful figure and back to her face. Watching as she spoke to the waiter at the front who was finding their reservation in the system with a bashful blush on his cheeks as she flashed her pearly white teeth. Damon knew how easy it was to get lost in her charm.

He was barely aware of the world around them as he followed her to their table by the window, overlooking the sunset which was already meeting the stary night sky. Menus were slipped into both their hands and wine glasses filled as though the staff just knew what they would order.

She looked to him with admiration in her eyes and his lips curled up “I can’t believe you managed to book us in here” she whispered and he smiled back

“I can’t believe you almost had us miss our time slot, we only just made it”

“I’m sure I would’ve made up for it”

his mouth formed a lip lifted grin in response and he glanced down to his wine glass “I don’t doubt that, not for even a second” he muttered under his breath and she offered him another award winning smile which consequently brought his own upon his lips.

Her foot slipped out of her heel to leisurely brush along his leg as their food came and they engaged in pointless yet meaningful conversation and ate their meals. And for one of those rare moments, he felt like he was human again. He felt no urges, no lust for blood or chaos, he was calm. Happy.

He loved Y/n in ways he had never explored. Ways he wasn’t sure how to but he did them regardless and if he was doing it wrong, she didn’t tell him. She just helped him feel it, she chose him first and loved him and solely him and it was all he had ever wanted. All he had ever needed.

His mind often wondered at times like this, just listening to her voice and watching her lips move, and then the way her eyes would shine under the light and her hair would bounce over her shoulders as she waved her hands around in unnecessary gestures.

He knew he was smiling like a teenage boy with a crush but he couldn’t help it, even when she stopped talking and just grinned back at him knowingly. Her hand finding his and squeezing gently as their desserts were placed before them.

“If you’d like…we could skip dessert” Damon whispered suggestively making her smile

“Oh but then we’d have wasted our reservation” she sighed and leaned back in her seat, digging into her sweet dish and watching his eyes darken over slightly before he looked down to his food and begrudgingly ate the heavenly portion.

By the time they had both finished, paid and gotten to the door, a horrific amount of rain was bouncing off the ground.

Y/n turned her head to him before swiping the car keys from his hand and dashing for car making him let out a laugh and chase after her, completely forgetting his vampire abilities and just managing to get into the car before she locked it. Both of them looked at each other with large smiles on their faces before each bursting into fits of laughed and flicking their hands at one another to throw rain-water on their faces.

Eventually they got home and Damon had he run his arms, spinning in circles and running for the ridiculously big bathtub so they could soak together in the warmth of both the water and each others arms.

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c0eu4 · 6 months

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CL16 | Real orgasm ♡

Summary: Y/n confess to Charles that she doesn't know what true orgasm is. And he shows her what it is.

Warning: oral (f receiving), fluff?

A/N: Hope you'll like it <3

MASTERLIST request are open

Charles sits down on her sofa, putting his feet on the coffee table. She sits next to him, putting the blanket over them.

He takes the remote and turns on the TV. ''What do we watch tonight?'' He asked her, scrolling through the thumbnails on Netflix.

She makes herself comfortable with cushions behind her back and brings her cup of tea. ''I let you choose this time.''

He sighs and keeps scrolling, sometimes reading the summary before finally putting something on.

As the movie starts, she sips her tea, passing her cup to Charles who take a sip too. They're not best friends for nothing. They have known each other since they were little and they always share everything. So him drinking in the same cup as her is certainly not a problem.

And tonight he came to her house to comfort her. Her boyfriend cowardly cheated on her then left her, like a poor toy. Charles helps her to go through this. Even when she were at her lower, he was there.

And what an irony that he put a movie where the main character cheats on her boyfriend with everyone.

''Uhm you might wanna change ?'' He asks her about the third sex scene that happens, where the main character seems really excited about the idea of getting caught.

''Mh no it's ok.'' She squeezed her thighs, wishing her boyfriend was like in the movie, who knows how to bring pleasure to a woman.

''You ok?'' He asked her, putting his hand on her thigh. He really shouldn't have done that. Despite the fact that he's her best friend, she can't control her hormones and can't help but get a little wetter.

''I..I was just thinking about the fact that I have never cum so brutally. Maybe I never cum, I don't know haha.'' He looked at her, stunned. Not because they never talk about sex. But rather by the fact that she admits to him that she has never had an orgasm.

''Was your boyfriend that bad? For never having made you cum?'' She shrugged her shoulders.

Charles finds himself blushing just thinking about Y/n, actually cumming for the first time.

''You..you want me to show you what real orgasm is ?'' He asked her, almost whispering because of his shyness.

She turned her head towards him, her cheeks red. What should she do? She's so horny now that she can't say no. But does that also mean maybe ruining their friendship?

''Y-yes... Please.'' Charles himself didn't expect her to say yes. He brings his head closer to hers, his lips a few millimeters from hers. She can feel his breath on her lips and it gives her goosebumps. She closes her eyes, hoping that Charles will make the first move, because she doesn't dare to.

Just as she was about to open her eyes again, because she thought Charles wouldn't move, his lips stuck to her. His hand slides down her neck and brings her head closer to his, deepening the kiss with small movements. He moves forward so much that she lies down on the sofa, him on top of her.

''You have to tell me now if you want to stop.'' He kisses her cheeks.

''K-keep please..'' He kisses her jaw, under her ear, her neck and her collarbone. His hands slip under her t-shirt, removing it slowly. She feels shivers down her spine when he starts to rub his hands against her waist, hips, thighs and upper ass.

She found herself moaning softly, but naturally, not faking it. His kisses tease her breasts, unclipping her bra easily. He looked up at her, as if he was asking her if he could touch it.

''You..you can..'' She whispered, shyly. One of his hands found its way to massage her breasts, licking the nipples of the other one.

Charles is a smart man. And seeing that she didn't react more than that when he teased her with her breasts, he didn't dwell on it too much.

His kisses keep going lower, until he nibbles softly in her flat belly, removing her pants gently. He takes one of her hands and places it on his hair, indicating for her to play with it.

She runs her hand through it, stroking his soft hair and playing with a few strands with her fingertips. He tries to spread her legs but she unconsciously resists.

''Don't be stressed, princess.. Is it ok if I call you princess?'' She relaxes a little and Charles manages to position himself correctly between her legs.

''Y-Yes.. I like it.'' She whines softly when she feels him blowing on her panties.

He bites his bottom lip, looking at her, full of lust and hunger. A white stain is visible through her panties and Charles wants to eat her out so badly.

As if to answer him, she lightly presses Charles' head towards her privacy. He doesn't wait for a second signal and lets his fingers slide between her folds through her panties.

''Charles !'' She moaned, surprising him and herself. He allows himself to remove her panties, seeing her completely naked in front of him.

''You're so beautiful, princess..'' She put her hand over her mouth and her eyes widened when she felt Charles's lips against her bundle of nerves. He grabs her arm that's hiding her mouth, taking her hand and intertwining his fingers with hers.

''Close your eyes and don't hold back your beautiful voice..'' She closes her eyes like Charles told her, enjoying his lips and tongue.

He makes small circles with his tongue, using his free hand to push a finger inside her. She grips his hair a little tighter, digging her nails into the skin of his hand with her other hand.

The room is filled with her moans, sounding like a melody to the ears of Charles's. He inserts a second finger, making her moan louder. She feels a sensation she has never felt. Her whole body is tense and her legs are shaking uncontrollably.

She can't help but moan, Charles moving his fingers in and out quickly, in a wet and tight song. And when her whole body relaxes, without even realizing it, she drowns Charles with her precious liquid.

Charles is proud of himself. He succeeded in his mission. He made her cum. Probably for the first time in her life, given how quickly she let it go.

He gets up from between her legs after cleaning her as best he could with his tongue. He licks his two fingers, full of her liquid and also cleans his chin with his hand.

She sits up a little straighter on the sofa, not knowing what to do.

''How was it ?'' He looked at her with a naughty smile. She blushes when she sees him like that, his hair all messy by her hand.

''Incredible.'' She finds herself blushing even more when she admits that Charles makes her feel good.

''You.. want to go further?'' She smiles tenderly at him.

''I'm sorry but I'm so tired after.. my first orgasm.'' Charles chuckled and passed to her, her clothes that were on the floor.

''Never say sorry for refusing to go further.'' He passed his hand through his hair, trying to fix it.

''Can you..Sleep with me ?'' She puts her t-shirt back on and takes out her hair with a gesture of her hands. Charles looks at her doing that, his eyes full of love.

''Of course, princess.'' He winked at him, carrying her suddenly like a princess. She clutches her t-shirt, feeling slightly afraid.

''Cha! Careful!!'' He giggles and places her on her bed.

''Do you mind if I sleep in boxers?'' She finds herself blushing again. She knows that their relationship is no longer the same now.

''No no it's ok.'' He removes his jeans and t-shirt quickly, lying down beside her. She doesn't dare to go against him, not really knowing his reaction.

''Y/n?'' He asked her with a soft voice, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear.

''Yes Charlie?'' Her eyes are wide open, a knot in her stomach.

''Do you want to be my girlfriend?'' She turns red at his request.

''I..I would love to.'' Charles chuckles and moves his head towards her, kissing her tenderly. His hand resting on her waist, pulling her closer to him.

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borathae · 6 months

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"You wake up in Jungkook's bed after a passionate night together."

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, domestic Fluff, hinted Smut

Warnings: casual nudity, Kookie shows off his muscles, he is a giggly cutie who just wants to be praised, they talk about last night's sex, she kisses his abs, he is so in love with her :(

Wordcount: 2k

a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy :( also, i don't gotta mention by which live this was inspired. y'all KNOW fjadjfa. enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍

Something is tickling your face. Gently. Nicely. Warm. It feels warm. Fingers. You can make out the paths they draw. Over your forehead, tracing your brows, down your temples, along your cheeks and up your nose until the faintest touch feels up your closed eyelids.

You know where you are. Jungkook’s wing. You stayed with him after the two of you went on a lovely movie date in town, followed by karaoke in his living room till late into the night.

You had sex too. It was good sex. Amazing sex even. He made you see not only stars, but the entire galaxy. And in return you made him arch his back and whimper your name. It was amazing. It really, really was.

You still feel the afterglow of it. It became stronger again now that you are awake and actively take him in.

His soft scent lingers on the sheets and the warmth of his touch feels heavenly. You can’t stop your lips from curling into a sleepy smile. Quite frankly, you didn’t even try to stop them. Perhaps you even encouraged them to do so.

“Mhm good morning. That feels amazing”, you mumble.

“Good morning, my honey”, he answers you and cups your cheek to run his thumb along the tender skin under your eye. Once. Twice.

Then you open your eyes to look at him.

His face scrunches up into a giddy smile instantly. It starts off with his eyes before the rest of his face follows. You love the way he smiles. It is so precious and adorable that he always starts off with his eyes before anything else shows his happiness. It fits him so well.

You retort his smile, feeling it grow when he scoots closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I hope I didn’t wake you. I’ve been awake for a little and I tried not to touch you, but you’re so pretty when you sleep”, he says, making your heart flutter.

He scoots back again and touches your ear to massage it softly.

“You didn’t wake me”, you assure him, tingling at the touch.

“That’s good to hear. I hope you don’t mind that I looked at you”, he says and giggles, “I’m sorry, I just think that you’re so pretty.”

“I don’t mind”, you say and reach out to caress his naked chest, “you’re so cute, my honey.”

“Thank you, yeah”, he says and giggles. He is so cute when he is so happy. You hope that he never stops giggling. He shimmies back just enough that you can look at him comfortably. He gathers a bundle of his blanket and uses it to rest his chin on it. Like this, you have perfect view of his sculpted arms and tattoos. He didn’t bother to put on clothes last night and neither did you. He kept snuggling up to you throughout the night and whenever you noticed it, you felt yourself tingle. His skin felt like paradise against yours. It really did.

His eyes gaze at you with sparkles in them.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

“Really well. Your bed’s so comfy.”

“Yeah? That’s good to hear”, he says and giggles once again.

“And you?”

“I slept well too, yeah. I dreamed of you.”

“You did?”

“Mh-hm. I dreamed of last night. It’s because I can’t stop thinking about it”, he giggles again, giving you the prettiest eye smile ever, “I think we had a really amazing date. I loved it a lot.”

“I loved it too”, you answer him and touch his arm to squeeze it lovingly, “you’re so cute.”

“Heh”, he lets out and blushes, “and I think that the sex was amazing”, he sounds shy all of a sudden, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You smile and agree with a nod of your head, “I can’t stop thinking about it either.”

“Do your knees still hurt?” he makes sure. You finished him off by riding him and you went at it with such passion that your knees ached afterwards.

“No, they don’t. I told you, they were just tired.”

“You did it so hard”, he says and giggles with his nose scrunching up. He snuggles the blanket, even going so far as to rub his cheek against it, “I couldn’t stop moaning.”

“I couldn’t tell at all”, you joke and snicker.

He snickers as well, nodding his head, “I know, I was so loud. I can’t help it because you’re so, so good.”

“Don’t apologise. I’m the same when you touch me.”

“Yeah, I know”, he says, glancing down at your body just once, “you sounded really sexy. I think.”

“Thank you, baby. You sounded really sexy too.”

“Yeah, I liked it”, he says, “I’ve been able to make love to you without danger for such a long time already, but I still feel so excited by it. So it always feels epic and, and”, he stops himself, glancing at you shyly, “I hope I’m not annoying you with this already.”

“Kookie, come on”, you say sternly and nudge his chest, “don’t you dare say that. I feel as excited as you do, sweets. You deserve to feel this way.”

“Thank you. It means a lot that you share those feelings with me.”

“Of course, baby. I mean it.”

He smiles and reaches out to touch your face. Your cheek, your brow and temple until he ends it with a soft brush over your lips. And as he makes sure that your face is actually as beautiful as he thinks it is, his sparkly eyes race over your features without wanting to stop. They finally land on your lips and the way they look so pretty in the morning lights.

“I uhm”, he begins and lets out a shy giggle, meeting your gaze. You retort the chuckle, caressing the inside of his wrist.

“Mhm?”

“I think you’re beautiful”, he says, making your heart flutter.

“Thank you so much”, you whisper giddily, “you’re beautiful too.”

“Thank you”, he says and sits up just a little, “hey ___? I was thinking”, he begins.

“What were you thinking?” you ask him, expecting the most profound revelation ever.

“My arms look really strong today. What do you think?” he says, showing off by flexing his arm. His muscles tense and bulge, capturing your attention.

You stifle a snicker. You did not expect for the conversation to go this way. He is such a wonderful person.

“Look at this”, he points at the most sculpted parts, “can you see the lines there and, and how big it looks there?”

“I can”, you tell him, melting in fondness. He is so adorable when he shows off because you know for a fact that he believes that this is the most impressive thing he could do. Not being loving and gentle, neither being the best listener and sweetest person ever. No, in his eyes showing off his muscles is the most impressive thing about him. Which, don’t misunderstand, is very impressive, but it is still very adorable as well because of how randomly he decided to do it.

“Can you see how strong I am?” he asks, flexing even harder.

“I can”, you reach out and touch his arm. It is rockhard, “wow, Kookie your muscles are so hard.”

“Right? It’s because I’m so strong”, he says.

“Mhm, of course you are. You’re such a strong man, this is so impressive”, you praise him, squeezing his arm gently, “wow, so strong.”

“Yeah, right?” he agrees and then sticks his head under the blanket for a second. You watch him with fondness bubbling in your tummy, “and check this out”, he says, reappearing again and tugging the blanket down his torso just enough that the first hint of his pubes gets revealed. He is resting on his back, propped up on his elbow and with his abs flexed. He runs his fingers down the lines of them, “look.”

You roll to your tummy and prop yourself up on your elbows. Like this, you could easily rest your chin on his stomach if you wanted to.

“Wow Kookie, your abs looks so strong”, you gasp.

“Right? It’s because I used them so much last night”, he says, making your chest flutter. He wasn’t lying. He did use them a lot as he was making you see galaxies.

“Mhm of course you did”, you say, “can I touch?”

“Of course.”

You reach out and trace his muscles with your fingertips. Jungkook watches you with his breathing just a little quickened. Goosebumps cover his skin wherever you touch. You finish your explorations by shimmying closer and draping your arm over his lap just so you can lower your lips to his stomach and kiss it.

Jungkook gasps when that happens, shivering like crazy. You nuzzle your nose into his faint happy trail and inhale his scent. He smells like warm nights, good sex and clean skin. It’s addictive, really, and for just a short moment you play with the desire to lick him until he shivers.

You lift your head, meeting his droopy gaze.

“My strong man”, you say, flashing him a loving grin.

Jungkook breaks into a fit of happy giggles, picking you up in his strong arms to hug you against his chest.

“Thank you ___, I’m your strong man”, he says, wiggling you from side to side.

“Yes you are”, you tell him, snaking your arm around his waist, “I feel very safe in your arms.”

“Wow really?” he gasps and giggles, “wow, thank you. This means so much to me.”

He lies down with you in his arms, which results in your finding your new resting spot sprawled halfway on top of him and with your face buried in the crook of his neck. You grunt at the impact, before a fond chuckle shakes your shoulders.

“Careful”, you tell him.

“I’m sorry”, he slips his arms from you, “did I hurt you?”

“No, you just surprised me. That’s all”, you say, climbing on top of him and sitting down on his lap. Just below his dick and with your hands feeling up his pecs. Like this, the blanket covers you until your hips while the rest of your body was exposed to the cool air. Goosebumps cover your skin instantly, but Jungkook touches don’t allow your body to feel cold. He runs his hands all over your body, leaving out the most intimate spots for respect reasons and massaging the parts which he thinks are so incredibly soft.

“My strong man, mhm?” you say.

He nods his head vigorously, pressing out a shaky, “yeah.” He is just so excited to be with you and to be your strong man! He is your man! That’s awesome!

You run your hands to his shoulders before placing them in the pillow beside his head. Like this, you can look down at his pretty face while Jungkook feels up your back and the beginning of your buttocks.

“Should we check out this café we passed last night?”

You drove by a café on your way to the cinema yesterday. Back then, it had already closed for the day, but it promised fresh breakfast everyday in the café window. You talked about going there one day and trying out the menu.

“I love this idea”, he says, “I’m really hungry already”, he tells you and adds a quick, “not that kind of hungry though, don’t worry.”

You laugh, “I wasn’t thinking that”, you assure him, pecking his lips.

Jungkook hums and hooks his arms behind your head. With one expert movement, he has your positions flipped, kissing your lips as happy purrs rumble in his chest.

“Kookie, wait”, you giggle, fighting him off with minimal effort, “the breakfast.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me then”, he mumbles, chasing your kiss.

“It was a peck, you’re the one deepening it”, you complain with a racing heart.

“Mhm no”, he answers you, making you laugh.

“Come on, baby”, you snicker, turning your head so he is kissing your cheek instead.

“Hmpf fine”, he huffs out air, rubbing his nose against you slowly, “first shower, then breakfast, then I’ll buy you flowers and then I’ll show you what kissing me all naked gets you.”

“Sounds like a deal”, you say, feeling oh so giddy that you could burst.

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 months

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hi, idk if request are open but if they are can you please write a percy x reader fanfic where they hate each other but one thing leads to another and it gets kinda steamy

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Enemies To Fuckers

content: percy jackson x reader fic warning: language, mentions of sexual stuff but nothing extremely explicit, arguments but making up (ish) author's note: okay hot ass take rn - like center of the earth hot or leo valdez hot - i can't stand enemies to lovers. IM SORRY I KNOW ITS A BIG THING BUT THE CHILD OF DIVORCE THAT I AM CANNOT STAND IT!! like, no, i refuse to let my love be hard and painful like my parents, even if it does come from a good place. i just can't picture hate turning into love, even if it wasn't ever hate in the first place. that's what it was displayed as and the thought makes me want to throw up- ANYWAYS IGNORE THAT TRAUAMA DUMP FRFR ENJOY THIS OKAY BYE BYE

"you're insufferable!"

"feelings mutual, jackson!"

"rot in tartarus!"

"if it means getting away from you, gladly!"

"okay, okay, break it up," jason huffed, shoving his way between the two and pushing them apart. he glared at each of them before pointing off to separate sides of the argo ii.

"i don't want to see you two near each other for the next hour."

"she started it," percy whined, pointing accusatorily at her.

"did not!" the girl insisted, glaring at the son of poseidon.

"did too!"

"did no-"

"STOP! gods, you're giving me a headache. you two need to start getting along...go!" he shooed, shoving percy one way and you the other. the two of you held each other's glare for as long as possible before getting cut off by the walls that stood between the two of you. y/n rolled her eyes as she lost percy, making her way towards the kitchen. she breathed out a small breath as she started grabbing all the things she needed to make a cup of tea. y/n wasn't a naturally angry person but something about the blasted percy jackson just had her seething. everything from his dumb soft-looking hair, to his stupid stunning green-blue eyes, to his foolishly handsome face- wait, what?

she quickly shook her head, physically trying to get rid of the thoughts. she placed the kettle on the burner, sitting for the water to boil, leaning back against the counter next to the stove. then she heard footsteps and percy walked into the kitchen before huffing out a breath.

"i was here first. get lost, sea boy," you bit out, rolling your eyes as she continued to move into the kitchen.

"don't worry. i'm not here to see you. just grabbing some snacks and then you can be bitchy in here by yourself," percy mocked, throwing a fake salute your way, before reaching for whatever snacks he wanted.

"gods, do you ever shut the fuck up?" you asked, with a mock pitchy voice. percy pulled a face, mocking you under his breath with a roll of his eyes. you sighed heavily, reaching towards the kettle and going to pour it into your mug, at the same time looking away to glare at percy.

"do you realize that you're, like, a massive cun-"

"wait, its-"

"shit! ow, fuck!" you hissed, instantly pulling your hand back from the boiling water that you managed to pour all over your hand. tears instantly pooled in your eyes and had anyone else been in the kitchen with you, you'd be a puddle on the floor. but this was percy. who, strangely enough, was quickly taking care of the boiling water and kettle before gently grasping your hand in his to inspect. you tried to blame the blush filling your cheeks on embarrassment or rage, but you knew what it was.

"next time you wanna call me names, don't do it while pouring boiling water," hissed percy, reaching under the sink and producing a first aid kit. he easily wrapped your hand and you couldn't seem to take your eyes off his focused but worried face. worried...about you. the boy, who you were certain would serve you on a silver platter to any monster who offered him a penny and pre-chewed gum, was worried about you.

"thank you," you whispered as he finished, pulling your hand back. percy rolled his eyes but it was softer than usual, leaning back against the counter and hanging his head.

"yeah, uh, no problem. can't pick on you if youre hurt. think it counts as ableism or something," he replied, glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye. you nodded slowly, biting on your lip as your gaze drifted off.

"you shouldn't do that."

"hm?"

"your lip," he clarified, nodding with his head, "it- it's bad for you."

"oh yeah?" you taunted, squinting at him as you could sense the lie.

"yup."

"and, totally, not because it gets you all hot and bothered?" you added, tilting your head innocently. percy froze, clearing his throat before glaring over at you.

"no, of course not-"

"your dick is fighting you here," you winked, darting your eyes down before looking back into his eyes. percy burst into a deep shade of red, adjusting his body to hide behind an open cabinet door as you laughed.

"you didn't pay attention in biology then, because it also happens when you are just filled with so much rage-"

"sure, buddy," you teased, taking a few steps forwards before taking his chin into your hand, gently turning it before pressing a kiss just to the corner of his lips. a shuttering breath left his lips, fanning across your cheek.

"you're cute when you're not calling me a bitch," you mused, softly glancing up at him. percy breathed out a laugh, his eyes locked on yours.

"took you long enough to catch on," he taunted, unable to look away from the girl who's affection he's been trying to win for weeks.

"hmm, wanna make up for lost time?" she offered, tugging a small part of her lip into her mouth with her teeth. percy groaned, shooting his hand forwards and roughly pulling her face to smash into his, lips clashing and fighting for dominance. you two were tugging at each other, all the pent up anger melting away into a pure drive to keep each other's hands on the other.

as percy's hand slide under your shirt and as your hips brushed against his, the door to the kitchen swung open, to reveal a fuming jason grace.

"when i said you needed to start getting along, this is not what i meant. people eat here, you know."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

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lyneira · 1 year

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♡ an accidental kiss?! that's so cliche 💋 ♡

-> reaching over to grab something behind them, your footing slips, causing you to fall forward and accidentally kiss them. How would they react?

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

Confesses to you

Kaveh, Baizhu, Dainsleif, Cyno, Zhongli, Alhaitham

They'd seem less shocked than you'd thought they'd be. If you only knew how they felt for you, then this wouldn't be much of a surprise. They've been wanting to kiss you for the longest time after all. So, he'd decide to take this opportunity to finally let you know.

When you break away from his lips, trying to apologize, he'll quickly grab your hand before you can increase the distance between yourselves any further, silencing you and causing you to look at him directly in the eyes. The look he had in them was one you've never seen before: so sultry, so intense, and full of desire. And if you tried to look away, he'd whisper huskily, "Y/n...look at me", gently grabbing you by your chin to turn your face towards him. "I love you, you know that? ...and If you feel the same way, would you give me the pleasure of tasting your lips once more?"

Asks if you're okay

Kazuha, Tighnari, Ayato, Albedo

Their first reaction is to ask if you're okay. I think they'd be more concerned about your clumsiness during the moment, wanting to make sure that you didn't hurt yourself falling onto him like that. It would nearly seem as if the kiss didn't mean much to them, but oh honey, it meant a lot.

Afterwards, they'd keep glancing at your lips, recalling how they felt and tasted for the first time. Your lips were as sweet as he thought they'd be. He'd also wonder if you enjoyed the kiss too, because although the kiss was quick and on accident, he sure did.

They'll be as red as a tomato

Itto, Thoma, Gorou

You would surprise and fluster them enormously when your lips fall onto theirs that they'd go all red. Even when you break away from the kiss, they'd be like a deer in headlights, eyes widened and mouth still hanging open. They'd just be so overwhelmed by this sudden type of contact from you, the one whom they've been yearning for. It's not unwanted contact at all. Heck, he's wanted this so badly. Now that the moment finally came and had shocked him like this, he's just at a loss for words.

If you offer to give him a real, intentional kiss, then he’ll grow even redder, and will manage to whisper a small, "y-yes, please...I would like that", voice cracking a bit

Tells you to be more careful

Diluc, Xiao, Kaeya, Scaramouche

After you two part lips, he'd mutter a soft, "Hey, be careful", while covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You might think that he was annoyed by the way his brows were slightly furrowed, but that deep blush that was currently staining his cheeks said something different. Sure, he tells you to be careful, but if your clumsiness resulted in you kissing him, then really, he wouldn't mind if you were this clumsy around him more often.

Takes it lightly

Venti, Heizou, Childe

They'd honestly laugh it off and joke a bit about it like, "Wow, that just happened! ...You didn't do that on purpose did you? 🤨🤭". Yet, at the same time, he'd be "unintentionally" flirtatious about it as well, cupping your cheek and lightly sliding his thumb across your bottom lip, "You have soft lips, y/n. Very kissable", he'd grin. "What did you think of mine? If you don't remember, we could always try kissing again", he'd then wink at you

Bonus:

Would deepen the kiss

Alhaitham, Ayato, Dainsleif, Heizou, Childe

This category is the most similar to the first one.

These are the guys who would have the guts too hold you by the shoulders and deepen this kiss, savoring the taste of your lips. Most of them are the types who have gotten tired of holding in their feelings for so long that they take this chance to finally release that tension. So if you didn't know that he liked you before, then now you do. He'll enjoy seeing the flustered look on your face when you two part lips afterwards.

Buuuuut if you reciprocate his fervor? He'll be even more motivated to give it back tenfold and will completely devour your lips. He'd give you barely any time to breathe in between kisses that both of you will be panting by the end of your steamy makeout session.

a/n: I feel like some of the dialogue was kinda ooc here and there but I'm feeling all sappy and romantic today so imma just roll with it lol

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togamest · 18 days

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how the furin boys kiss. -> 616 words. gn!reader, just super cute fluffy stuff. some suggestive elements spread out, but no pronouns or y/n usage. this was suggested by @otakumodeactivaded — i hope you enjoy! <3 -> feat. haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, hayato suou, and toma hiragi.

sakura is a quick learner when it comes to kissing. he's shy, though, mostly out of inexperience, and the embarrassment of not being good at it keeps him chained to his inexperience. he's the type of guy who stammers out a "no, i know how to do it!" when you ask him, with blush spreading across his face in a light pink color, and when you do eventually kiss, he doesn't seem like he really knows what he's doing. however, he does let you move his hands to where you want them. he's pliant, because despite all his faults, and he wants to learn. he wants to know how to kiss you in the ways you enjoy. he's hesitant as well, nervous of screwing up, but with your pretty eyes on him and your lips centimeters from his own, he knows you won't judge him. you never fail to remind him of that fact, too.

umemiya kisses like he's putting his heart into every single one. they're long and smooth, commanding even, his tongue sliding against your own so sweetly that it would seem you were made for him. he always asks for one from you, too, even in the silliest circumstances. he needs at least one goodbye kiss from you as you go off to class, or one when he sees you and sweeps you up in his arms. he's the king of peppering kisses, never failing to kiss all over your face as you giggle and try to shove him off, saying he's annoying. he's not though, you and him both know that. he always says a soft i love you after each and every one, no matter how heated they are. most times, he'll pick you up when he kisses you, twirling around with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he catches you in a sprint, his lips pressing against yours.

hayato kisses you like you're going to leave him. there's something desperate in it, as if he's trying to prove himself to others, but feels embarrassed that he feels the need to do so in the first place. he's very polite about it, at first giving you forehead and cheek kisses, but behind closed doors he practically devours you. it's messy, spit spreading across your chins as he bullies his tongue inside your mouth. he enjoys the power dynamic between you both, the way you fall apart so quickly in his adept, mature hands and tongue. he likes hearing the little moans that fall from your own lips, muffled from his mouth. he's handsy, too; he'll always need skin contact in some way when he kisses you. big fan of the "cupping cheek" kiss.

hiragi kisses you gently, like he's scared that he's going to break you if he goes full force. every touch is gentle and soft, every kiss is a peck and not more; he holds himself back, just slightly, just enough for you to pick up on the fact that he's holding back. when you ask him to stop doing that, when you pout and tell him to kiss you for real, he pauses for a moment, before you squeal as he pulls you in for a burning kiss, your mouths smashing together. he likes to kiss you when you're pressed against something, as if he's concerned that his force will make you fall back onto the ground. he needs to have you secured when he kisses you, be it with his hands wrapped around you, or you pressed up against a wall. he's a huge fan of neck kisses, too; loves hearing your little hitch in breath as he presses his lips against your pulse point.

divider credit: @/benkeibear networks: @enchantedforest-network

disclaimer: DO NOT copy or repost my works for any reason. translations are acceptable, but please ask for permission first!

#wind breaker x reader #wind breaker headcanons #wind breaker #haruka sakura x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #hayato suou x reader #hiragi toma x reader #ari's autographs #ari's headcanons

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daenysx · 2 months

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hi love <3

first off i wanted to say that i find myself lurking in your blog way too much than I should (i mean i have a life and i cant spend all day reading your fics, OR CAN I?) and i love how you write and hejsusjsjsj you just make my day, so i hope you’re having a wonderful day gorgeous💗

second of all, can i please request either a poly marauders or a sirius (or James whichever you think fits the story better) x fem reader where her birthday passed and just no one seemed to really care except for the boys? Some of her friends forgot and some others gave a half hearted birthday wish and she just feels sort of unloved? and just lots of hurt/comfort/cuddles/fluff hehe thanks

if u cant tell, im projecting🤧 my birthday was on the 9th and lets just say it was not that important of a deal for most people :)

you are the sweetest angel, my love, happy late birthday!! i'm really sorry, you deserved the best birthday and i hope you can accept this little fic as your birthday gift!! ♡

it's my first time writing for poly!marauders, please share your thoughts with me!!

poly!marauders x fem!reader, fluff + a little hurt/comfort

your cheeks ache from giving smiles to your boys all day.

it wasn't an eventful birthday for you, but it was so so nice. you woke up to kisses from james, his whispers of sweet nothings as remus came back to your side from kitchen. sirius's hair was wet from the shower he took as he does every morning, you and james watched how remus took care of his curls from bed. you spent more than an hour just staying in bed, feeling more loved than ever with their words and kisses.

when remus finally convinced you to leave the bed, james offered to carry you in his arms all the way to kitchen. "anything for my birthday girl." he said, your lovely boy. sirius kissed your lips as he handed you a cup of coffee, pancakes and fruits were just like you enjoy. a perfect birthday breakfast, you laughed at every joke sirius made, accepted every forehead kiss from james. remus was giving you heart eyes, you blushed from the attention you got. he gave you an easy smile and you blew him a kiss.

the boys had plenty of offers for your birthday celebration but you decided to stay at home. you wanted a quiet day with them, just being lazy and careless. thinking about wishes and dreams about your new age. you liked how easy it was to do as you wanted with them, no explanations or excuses needed.

you could hear the whispers coming from kitchen when james got you comfy on his chest, cuddling on the couch. he kissed your hair, your arms tightened around his body. legs tangled, fingers curled up on his shirt.

you checked your phone, the screen was bright, showing there's a birthday message from lily. you smiled, replied her long text. there were other texts from a few of your friends. well, technically they were birthday messages but- none of them felt like they actually wished you the happiest birthday. why would people text like celebrating someone's birthday is a chore? you frowned, couldn't accept the fact that you were in fact, waiting for something better. didn't you deserve it?

james noticed how your smile fell, he could see the texts on the screen. "happy birthday, love u." that girl was supposed to be one of your closest friends. you really were expecting something more- heartfelt? you always tried to make sure people you like know how much they are liked by you, texted the sweetest messages to them, cared about their birthdays more than yours. it didn't feel fair. still, you didn't want to jump into conclusions and ruin your day. you let go of your phone to wrap your arms around james.

he held you gently, kissing you again. "anything wrong?" he whispered. you shook your head. it was nothing important. he nodded, giving you a little time to collect your thoughts.

"angel." he said, "there's something here you may want to see."

you looked up, saw your boyfriends holding a birthday cake for you. it was beautiful, covered in silver colored candles. remus held the cake for you to see better as you sat up, the candles were definitely sirius's choice. you forgot about the texts, seeing them smile at you like you were the most precious thing in the whole world was making your head dizzy with affection.

you blew the candles, making a wish. james's fingers were drawing circles on your arm. you kissed your boyfriends thank you, a slow but happy tear rolled on your cheek. "come on, sweetheart, there's nothing to cry about. you're still young." sirius said, winking. his lips were curved into a playful smile.

"let's eat the cake." you said. "god, it looks so good."

"you remember remus's friend who owns a bakery? we got the cake from his shop." james said.

"who, charles?" you asked, remembering details about charles for a second. "i always see the cakes he makes on instagram, he's really good."

"first slice for the birthday girl." remus said, giving you your cake. "happy birthday, sweetheart. we love you so much."

"i love you so much." you said before taking a bite. "it's delicious. thank you."

sirius ate his own slice in three seconds. "this is better than i expected. another slice, please moony."

you kissed his chocolate covered lips fondly. hours were spent on eating cake, gossipping about sirius's workplace, drinking tea, and changing into different cuddling positions. your phone was silent, no one called. there were no other texts. it's weird, you thought. even the people who celebrated their birthdays with you didn't bother to give you a small text.

the day is almost finished, you are full with cake and sweets. james insists on doubling up the princess treatment he gives you every day and helps you with your skincare. you are sitting on bed as his fingers apply your night cream on your achy cheeks, sirius and remus brush their teeth at the bathroom after you and james leave for bed. your hand reaches to your phone. nothing.

"i think," james starts. "it's time you should tell me what's been on your mind all day."

you shrug. what can you tell? expecting birthday wishes from people feels weird. maybe they forgot. maybe they didn't care enough. should you remind them it's your birthday? no, that's stupid. is it? you don't know.

"what's upsetting my baby on her birthday?" he says. "tell me."

"there's something upsetting our baby?" sirius steps in after remus. "what happened?"

you give them a smile that says you're okay. "nothing." you start. remus's eyes find yours, worry sparks in them. "it's just- the girls and my friends from work- some of them forgot about my birthday, and other messages were a bit weird."

"i'm sorry." remus says, holding your hand. "i'm really sorry about that, angel."

"it's okay." you say. "i mean, no one has to remember."

"um, yeah, they kinda have to at some point." sirius says. "you do your best to remember things about your friends and you have every right to expect the same from them."

"i know." you say. you know, but what can you do?

james leans in to kiss your cheek. "i know it's terrible. you don't deserve it. i think- it's not your fault, yeah? you didn't do anything wrong. you deserve the best."

he says the last part silently like he's sad and it breaks your heart. they tried to make your day perfect, they don't deserve to end it sad. you don't deserve to sleep upset on your birthday. you look into james's eyes. "i already have the best." you say. "have you seen our boyfriends?"

you are being sweet on him. "have you seen yourself?" you say, pulling his face to kiss him. he smiles into the kiss. "i'm okay, really." you say.

"of course you are." sirius says. "in what world the birthday girl goes to bed upset?"

remus brushes a kiss on sirius's curls. they are lovely, sitting up in bed to comfort you the best they can. you need a bit time, you think. it's a hard thing to carry, feeling like you are not loved by some people you care about. it's not fair to the boys though. you are so incredibly loved by them and you feel it in your every breath. you can think about the others later. for now, you only need to show your love to your boys. the three people who deserve it the most.

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mountainficss · 5 months

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still thinking of classmate!jeonghan that would just continue to become even more obsessed with you after spending so much time around you. would constantly sneak glances at your pretty face while he works next to you and would definitely brush his hand against yours a few times a day claiming it “was an accident.” you definitely didn’t believe him though because it wasn’t anything close to an accident. he does it all the time! and even that little bit of skin-to-skin contact would send a jolt of excitement up his spine. i swear he’d constantly find ways to touch you. prying your hand open to place his little sticky note drawings in it (and proceeding to hold your hand a bit longer than necessary). playing with your hair by twirling it around his finger, sometimes even braiding a piece if you’re in a generous mood. any little touch he’ll take because he fucking likes you. he’d think about those touches all day, even at night when he’s alone in his dorm and touching himself. he feels a bit guilty about it but he just cannot get you out of his head. he’d do just about anything for you he’s so whipped.

he’d even invite you to his dorm to do some studying for your exams, and would definitely be beaming when you told him yes. he definitely hadn’t expected you to accept his offer, but he figured he must have caught you on one of your more generous days. but you’d secretly grown a small liking to him too even though you’d never tell him that.

you’d sit on his bed with him, both of you going through the study materials together and having little conversations in between. you’d be sitting so close your arm would be touching his, but of course jeonghan wouldn’t move. he’s embarrassed by it, but he’s already feeling hard just from the sensation of your skin against his. he’d get a bit restless next to you, squirming a bit and trying his best to hide the growing tent in his sweats. you’d notice his constant shifting and shoot him a glare. “what’s your deal?” you’d snap, but stop yourself when you notice his slightly flushed face and his eyes seemingly focused on something below him. you’d follow his gaze down to his heaving chest and his very obvious erection. your eyes would widen as you mutter a small “oh.” he’d look at you with a look you’ve never seen from him before, a dazed stare filled with desire. “i like you.” he’d mumble, his eyes trailing down to your lips and back up again. “you know that, right?” he’d continue, his voice sounding almost hypnotic to you. “i know,” you breathed, avoiding his eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up. you’d feel his hand sliding over to your hand resting on your thigh, entwining his pinky with yours. the gesture was surprisingly intimate and it sent a chill across your skin. “can i show you?” he asked gently. you met his eyes again, his stare making you feel hot. “show me what?” you’d question, fighting back the urge to play with his pretty locks of hair. “how much i like you.” you blushed even harder, nodding gently after a moment of hesitation. you felt his free hand cup your cheek, pulling you closer to his lips. you met him halfway and your lips met in a gentle kiss, so gentle it gave you swarms of butterflies in your stomach. jeonghan could hardly control his butterflies either, his heart would be pounding and his mind would be racing with thoughts of how he’s kissing the person he’s absolutely obsessed with. he’d kiss you harder, untangling his pinky with yours to entwine your hands. he’d make the cutest little sounds when you kiss him back just as hard. you’d both pull away breathless and he’d ask “can i show you more?” you’d nod, not trusting your voice to carry out without cracking or stuttering. “wanna show you how bad you fuck me up.” he’d release your hand and untie the string of his sweatpants, bringing them down along with his boxers just enough so his cock springs out. his breath would hitch as his hard length hits his stomach, breathing heavily as you watch in awe. how can someone have a pretty face and a pretty cock? he’d carefully wrap his hand around it, stroking it slowly. little gasps would escape his lips as he pleasures himself in front of you. “please,” he’d gasp, reaching his hand out to lace his fingers with yours again. he’d squeeze you a bit tighter now, running his thumb over your hand lovingly. his precum would immediately make his cock slick, the wet sounds of his hand stroking himself would fill the room and make both of you blush. “this is how much i like you,” he whimpered, his hand gripping his cock tighter and stroking a bit faster. “this is what you do to me. i think about you a lot. all the time. i can’t stop.” he’d admit, slightly throwing his head back due to the overwhelming pleasure of his movements and you watching him. you’d reach your free hand around his body, wrapping it around the head of his cock and twisting gently while he strokes what your hand can’t reach. your action makes him let out a pornographic moan, his head lolling to the side onto your shoulder for support. “gonna cum—fuck, want you so bad…” he’d moan, his hips unconsciously fucking up into your fist. “show me,” you’d plead, absolutely entranced by the erotic expression on his face. “yeah?” he whispered, “i’ll show you. wanna show you everything.” he’d wince, feeling his orgasm approaching.

his hips would buck up, his release hitting him quickly as he spilled his seed all over both his hand and yours. his moans would be so loud, so dirty as you help him ride out his orgasm. throughout the whole thing his free hand would still be interlaced with yours and he’d keep absentmindedly rubbing his thumb across your skin again </3 he’d take deep breaths trying to calm down from possibly the most intense orgasm he’s ever had while you press a small kiss to his head, making him grin like an idiot.

“you kissed me.”

“don’t get used to it, okay? i’m feeling generous today.”

“i really fucking like you.”

“i know.”

even though you refuse to admit it out loud too soon, you like him too and he absolutely knows <333

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cheonstapes · 6 months

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ok but nerd!miguel & piss kink.. idk.. thoughts r thunking..

(he luvs the humiliation of it all. that’s all ima say.)

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘GOLDEN SHOWERS’ (*≧∀≦*)

a/n ~ this exactly what you think it is, digital footprint goes crazy. THANK YOU ANNONIEE!!!!! love you🩷 nerd!miguel creds to @nymphomatique 💞

pairing; nerd!miguel x rich!fem!reader

wc; 800+

cw; SMUT!! filth, miguel and reader are a bit drunk, literally just piss and fucking. NAWT PROOFREAD - i finished this on the train

This was not how tonight was supposed to go.

He had took the initiative for the first time in your relationship, inviting you to his dorm for a little private party to celebrate you passing your recent test — one he helped you study for. What he wasn’t anticipating was half of your class showing up too. His heart was pounding out of his chest, fingers shaking slightly as he gripped the red cup in his hand.

The whole night he’d been downing drink after drink, the small amount of people doing nothing to calm his nerves — the music was booming, bodies grinding against each other, the sickening smell of alcohol in the air. “Heyyyy, Miggy! Thanks for throwing this party for me, you’re too sweet, baby.” He couldn’t help but blush at the slurred praise, regardless of if he actually intended to throw this party or not.

Your smile was just too pretty. Even under the dark lighting, he could see the shimmering of your tongue piercing — smiley poking out beneath your glossy lips. “You’re…You’re welcome.” The closer you get, the more his stomach falls to his ass. The drink in his hand goes down somewhat smoothly as the cup in crushed between his strong fingers, the same ones making their way to your exposed hips.

“Oh, someone’s feeling bold, hm? You wanna dance, then let’s dance.”

The way your hips swayed against his own was sinfully delicious, his mind slightly fuzzy as the substance intoxicated his thoughts. It was hard to stay focused regardless when having some as beautiful as you throwing your ass back against him in front of all these people — but he’s had one too many drinks to give a fuck about the stares, all he wants is you.

So he has you, bent over his bathroom sink — your heels scraping against the paint of his bathtub. “F-Fuuuck, miggy! Slow d — nngh — own.” The music was loud enough that no one could hear the way he was absolutely ruining your little pussy, a concoction of your shared fluids dripping out of you and down your sore thighs. Your tits were so soft, his thumbs gently caressing the cool barbells — tugging on them to bring out your cute little whimpers.

“My…shit — my bad, mommy. ‘S just, t-this pussy’s too fuckin’ tight — can’t…can’t stop.” Not that he wanted too, despite your complaints you couldn’t stop sucking his fat cock right back inside of you. It felt like you were wringing him dry, suctioning out everything he had to give you. At his current state, he knew he wasn’t gonna last very long — but poor Miggy couldn’t really tell the difference between the sensations he was feeling right now.

It was a familiar feeling nonetheless, the pressure on his lower stomach, the clenching, throbbing — but those drinks were starting to catch up with him, fast. The pressure on his bladder was getting worse with each slam of his hips against your ass, sending tremors throughout him. “M-Mommy? I’m — I think…’m gonna - ugh, shit!” You knew, from the amount of liquid you saw him consuming — you knew. “Gonna what, pretty boy? You gonna cum, or is there something you’re not tellin’ me?”

Jesus, your smile. The way you looked back at him, gripping onto the sink for leverage to grind back against him — sinking the blunt tip of his cock righttt against your womb. He cheeks were flushed both from the alcohol and from embarrassment, he was not about to tell you what you wanted to hear — you clearly had clocked on already so what’s the point of telling you what you already know?

His hips stuttered, the force of his release threatening to push his cock out of your stained hole. “God, you’re so dirty, Migs — ‘s like you’ve been waiting to do this, hm?” It felt so strange, the sudden warmness coating your walls as a steady stream of his piss left his sore tip. “S-Shit, sorry, I…I couldn’t control it.” He quickly pulled out, letting it drip onto the floor. Miguel wasn’t really sorry though, not with the way you were clenching sporadically around nothing — the look you gave him the moment he filled you up.

His mind is a vault of nasty, nasty things he wants to do to you — the sight of you now has him unconsciously stroking his soaked length, he was already so close to cumming anyway. But of course, he always, always, came inside his pretty mommy — can’t let it go to waste when he could be giving you a little baby instead. Squeezing his base, he pushed himself back inside of you — the fucked out moan you let out making his breath hitch.

The fat of your ass rippled against his pelvis as he pounded back into you, a messy mix of his cum and piss creaming where you two were connected. His hands anchored your waist, arching your back so he can fuck himself that much deeper in you.

“One more, mommy — let me fill you up one more time.”

-i’m sorry 😔

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ashwhowrites · 6 days

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hi!! can I request stevie boy loving to suck on the readers boobs while they make up? 🫣🤭

You definitely can. My brain went in three directions with this because I couldn't tell if you meant makeup as in a fight, makeup as in doing makeup, or a type and meant wake up. So I went with the first one. It's a short blurb.

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting🫶🏻

Sucker

"Steve, I'm sorry," Y/N said, but the boy still cried as he kept his head down. "Come here," she cooed, he crawled into her arms and allowed her to hug him. The couple sat on the bed as they embraced.

"I'm sorry for crying. I know I'm sensitive." Steve apologized against her chest.

"Shh, you don't have to be sorry. I'm sorry for being insensitive and hurting your feelings. "What can I do to make you feel better?" She asked

Steve felt his cheeks burn as he thought about it. He was embarrassed to ask, but he had something in mind. And it had been in his mind since their first date.

Steve was a boob guy and he will be one until the day he dies. To him, they had so much purpose and looked great in everything.

He liked to use them as a pillow when they cuddled. He melted into her with the way she played through his hair.

He liked to feel them against his chest as they hugged.

He loved seeing them in her outfits, hidden or out on display.

He loved the way they bounced in his face as she rode him.

He loved feeling them in his hands when he ate her out. He loved how sensitive her nipples were to his touch. He sucked on them slightly during sex and played with them with his teeth.

But he hasn't done what he's been craving to do

"Steve?" she asked, leaning back as she looked at him

"I don't know...I'm scared to ask," he admitted

Y/N sighed and pulled back. She let go of his body but grabbed his hand. "It's okay. Just tell me. I'm your girlfriend, I'd never judge you."

Steve took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, then down to her chest. She wore a loose shirt and he could see her hard nipples looking back at him. He looked back at her face and blushed.

"I um...I think I know what will help me feel better," he said shyly, "can you take your shirt off?"

She bit back a laugh, "You wanna see my boobs?" A small chuckle escaped as she took off her shirt. He beamed with happiness when they came into his view. His hands already reaching forward to cup them.

"I love your boobs," he complimented, squeezing the flesh. "Can I...maybe suck on them?"He shyly looked at her, his hands still massaging her breasts.

Y/N was silent for a minute. She wasn't sure what to say, the question went in a direction she didn't expect. But she'd do anything to make her boy happy.

"Of course, do you want me to like lie down?" She asked

Steve looked at her shocked. The way she just agreed and asked how he wanted to do it made his heart melt.

"Um yeah, maybe like the way we cuddle? Where you play with my hair?" He whispered as he grew more shy under her watchful eyes.

"Yes, pretty boy," she said, she leaned over and pecked his lips, his hand moved away from her chest as he cupped her face and kissed her back.

She pulled back with a smile. She moved down on the bed and rested her back against the mattress. Steve took off his shirt, joining hers on the floor.

He crawled on top of her and placed his head on her chest, his legs tangled with hers. He lazily wrapped his lips around her left nipple, swirling it with his tongue before he began to softly suck.

He moaned in delight as her hands ran through his hair. He sucked gently and it made Y/N more relaxed than she thought it would.

His eyes were closed as he felt himself calming down. He popped off her left nipple with a pop. Then he wrapped his lips around her right one and began to suck.

He switched back and forth until his eyes grew heavy. Her fingers were in his hair as his sucking slowly came to a stop, but his lips were still wrapped around her.

She smiled to herself as he fell asleep. She continued to play with his hair as she closed her eyes. Time ticked until she fell asleep beside him.

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ecstarry · 1 month

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@jegulus-microfic / football / 768 words / @bellaxisworld i love you

--- here's a little kiss cam brainrot <3

"But I hate football, you know this," Regulus reiterated to a very persistent Remus over the phone.

“I know, but Sirius can’t make it and he doesn’t want the tickets to go to waste. It’s just one game,” Remus remarked with a hint of something that Regulus couldn’t quite place.

That’s how he ended up at a Saturday sports match, hoping the players were hot; at least he would be entertained that way. He approached his seats and yelled Remus’ name, but someone else turned around: James.

“Reg? Why are you here? I thought I was meeting Siriu-” Regulus interrupted him, only a Potter could manage to insult him as he was greeting him.

“Nice to see you too James, well I thought I was meeting Remus. So you were also not who I expected to see.”

Before James could give a proper response, they both got a notification on their phone. Regulus looked at his screen to read Remus' quick text: Sorry, can’t make it. Have fun.

“I’m going to kill him,” Regulus mumbled.

“Sirius just canceled on me. I’m guessing you got stood up too?” James asked kindly, but only received a mean glance in response.

In silence, they took their seats. Regulus was beyond pissed. How could Remus do this to him? He thought for a second that they might’ve been set up, but he thought this ruse was a bit dramatic even for Sirius’ standards.

“Do you like football?” James asked, breaking the silence.

“Detest it,” Regulus replied tersely, still too upset to entertain James’ attempt at conversation. When his brother’s best friend asked if he wanted anything to drink, he simply declined in a polite and quick manner.

But when James returned with his favorite treats and a wide smile to his seat, he couldn’t remember what he was upset about. Regulus felt a discreet blush work its way towards his cheeks as James handed him his favorite candy.

“Sirius mentioned you liked this, so I figured that if you were stuck with me and in a place you don’t want to be, you might as well get a sweet treat, no?” James said casually, as if remembering someone’s favorite candy was nothing.

To Regulus, it was such a significant gesture, but he couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic by how such a simple token could make him feel so warm. If he was honest, maybe it had more to do with who was giving him that attention than the piece of candy itself, but that was not the time to process that.

The game continued, and to Regulus's surprise, he found himself having more fun than he had expected. While Remus would have been good company, James was captivating in his own way. Despite not being a fan of football, Regulus made an effort to stay informed about the current games. A fact that he deliberately kept from James as the other man’s eyes lit up explaining everything. He never expected to be so absorbed in James’ words or thoughts or lips or eyes or arms or smile...

Oh god, when did James Potter become so attractive?

“Regulus?” His name coming out James’ lips took him out his trace.

“Yes?”

"Kiss cam," James said, pointing at the screen in front of them. There they were, the two of them, with a crowd surrounding them, chanting for them to just kiss. Regulus felt as if seconds extended into hours as James's hand gently cupped his chin, his eyes silently asking for permission. An inaudible yes left Regulus's lips as the distance between them evaporated.

His hand instinctively reached for James' shirt, pulling him closer as if their lips touching was still too far a distance to bridge. He allowed himself this moment, the touch of an angel on a broken man. Every crevice of doubt within him was filled with warmth as James kept asking for more with his tongue. James parted slightly, and the absence of his lips made Regulus remember himself. Embarrassed, he started to pull away, but James held him tightly, his hands not leaving Regulus' face.

Regulus bravely opened his eyes to face the regret that was sure to be all over James’ face, but instead he found something else— something sweet and soft, something only honey eyes like James’ could convey. He was still light-headed from James’ touch, he couldn’t make sense of just how long he had been given access to heaven.

But the reality remained: he had just kissed James Potter, who seemed just as delighted to have kissed Regulus Black.

Maybe football wasn’t that bad.

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heeliopheelia · 8 months

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"was that your first kiss?" (heeseung x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.7k requested by nonnie ♡

a/n: last heeseung drabble for this event!! i had so much fun writing this, i'll probably expand this idea a little more in the future!! im so tired im falling on my face rn so i'll do a grammar check tomorrow!! 🤍

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It's hilarious, really, how your campus' it boy Lee Heeseung seems to be absolutely smitten with you.

With the mentioned above man hot on your heels like a shadow, you try your best not to get distracted and keep putting the pile of books back on their rightful place on old shelves. Paying no attention to his stubborn tailing you, you bite back a smile at his soft grunt when he stumbles into another table corner for the nth time this hour.

Without no words needed anymore, you hand him one of the books and he automatically slides it onto the top shelf where you can't reach.

This has been going on for about two months now – you spending your afternoons helping the elderly campus librarian putting back the returned books, and Heeseung entertaining you with his presence as he relentlessly tries to work for this date with you that he's been yearning for for such a long time.

"Are you free this Friday?" He asks suddenly and you send him a glance. He leans one shoulder against the tall bookshelf and beams at you. "We have a game at 6, you have to come. I won't be able to make it into the hoop without seeing your pretty little face cheering on me from the stands."

"Sounds to me like you're not that good of a player if you won't," you bite back playfully but don't say no to his offer. The both of you know well that you'll come just as you did the last five times.

Heeseung's smile broadens as he closes the distance between the two of you a little more. "Every athlete needs a lil something to get them going. In my case it's you, my muse."

You can't help but scoff at his blatant flirtation and with a shake of your head you take a step back in an attempt to get a hold of your hammering heart again.

And with a yelp, you trip over the bag that you've carelessly tossed to the floor some hours before, and stumble forward – straight into Heeseung's chest. Not wasting any second more and risking the chance of you backing away, he takes the opportunity of having you this close to him and cups your chin with his long fingers, only to lean down and plant a kiss right on your lips. You freeze in your place, stunned with the sudden new feeling as you heart nearly beats out of your chest.

He pulls away to check up on you, hoping he didn't cross any of your boundaries, but when he sees your sparkly eyes looking at him with such astonishment, face flushed so fucking adorably, he can't help but mold your lips back together again. He nibbles at the plush of your lip gently, thumb sliding to your chin to tug it down slightly and allowing him to deepen the kiss a little more.

There are no thoughts present on your mind other than Heeseung and his stupidly charming smirk and his stupidly confident attitude and his stupidly handsome face that never seems to leave your mind for even a second.

When he pulls away, he's met with your stunned face, eyes fluttering open and gaping right into his. He bites back a laugh as you remain speechless, a fat blush arising on your cheeks.

"Was that your first kiss?" He ends up asking, hand reaching up to brush the stray strand of hair out of your eyes. When all you do is nod your head sheepishly, eyes desperately avoiding his, he lets a wide grin spread on his lips. "Yeah? I was your first?"

You smack his arm gently and feel your ears burning when he catches your hand and intertwines it with his one.

"Shut up." You say and the quiet mutter squeezes at Heeseung's heart mercilessly.

And, god, he's so pathetic. So in love with you that if his teammates caught him in such state, he probably wouldn't hear the end of it until the day of his graduation.

"So you'll come? Right?"

With a roll of your eyes you close the distance parting your faces and mumble into his lips, "Yes, you idiot."

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maybankswhore · 11 months

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Can u maybe do something we're the reader says something like "I feel so safe w u" to bf jj and it kind of js makes him super happy because he knows she has trust issues

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader , pronouns used are she/her

summary: jj likes knowing he’s your safe place. basically really , really lovey-dovey couple.

warnings: mentions of anxiety , drug use ( smoking a joint with jj on the beach )

The air felt like a blanket as you laid underneath the sky decorations. Staring at the stars that twinkled in the dark , lighting up the high points of your face. Your head rested in JJ’s lap , inhaling the joint that he had rolled for the two of you earlier in the Twinkie , your body feeling at peace.

It was hard for you to relax most of the time. With everything happening , with everything that had happened already , you were constantly on edge. Looking over your shoulder , wondering when the next big wave of disaster would come and wipe you away. You lived in your anxiety , feeling swallowed.

Moments like these were rare. The moments where nothing else mattered. Where you didn’t think of the things that made you sad. Or the things the choices you’d have to make. Your brain felt empty of all things , and it felt so good.

The weed settling in your bloodstream , warming up all those aches and pains that bothered you. Settling the nausea in your stomach and helping you release all those negative energies.

JJ’s presence enveloped you , shielded you from all the bad things the world could create and throw your way. He anchored you to real life , to bring you back to reality when things got too hard. With him , no matter where you were , but especially there— on the beach , in the designated spot the two of you had claimed , was easily your safest and comfiest place.

You were snapped out of your trance , humming when you felt JJ’s calloused fingertips trace over the skin of your face gently. Your eyes fluttered open , looking up at him as he stared at you. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy— and looking at him caused your heart to lurch , to feel all the good things being in love could make you feel.

“What’re you thinking about?” JJ questioned , pinching at the scrunched part of your nose.

“You.” You answered softly , reaching up to mirror his actions. Your hands felt every detail of his face , memorizing the way they felt so you’d never forget him , never forget how soft and beautiful he looked even if you’d go blind and never see it again— you’d remember him in the purest part of your soul.

Your answer made him blush , a sheepish smile on his face as he captured your hand and kissed the palm to hide his embarrassment. “Me?!”

“You.”

“About how sexy and hot I am?” JJ joked , making you giggle.

“No.” You shook your head. Sitting up , you crossed your legs and turned to face him , lazily draping your arms around his shoulders. You leaned into him , kissing at his lips softly. He tasted of weed and stale beer , a hint of caramel from the sundae the two of you shared earlier. JJ kissed you back , falling into the way your lips molded with his in it’s own perfect way. Feeling like finding the missing piece to a puzzle you had been working on for years.

“I was just thinking about how I feel.” You said once you pulled away , cupping his cheeks. “How I always feel so safe , so comfortable.” You felt as though your heart was singing. Every book you read , every movie you watched that you used to complain about how cliche they were , how a love like that was only ever in fiction. But it was real , and it was now and you felt JJ heal every part of you that you didn’t know needed healing. He took the bad parts of you and loved them anyway.

Your words had caused a dull ache in JJ’s chest. Not the ache that hurt , but the kind that settled there. The kind he’d only ever feel for you , about you. He always felt like you deserved more because he only had so much to give— but he had never felt more right for you right now. Because to know that you had been able to find safety within in was worth way more than anything money could buy. Hearts swirled in his eyes as he stared at you , taking a mental screenshot of you with your beauty raw— eyes hooded and red , face bare with soft imperfections littered around the skin.

“I feel the same about you.” JJ told you softly , a sweet grin on his face. “I can be whoever I am , in the deepest parts of me that I’m too scared for anyone else to see. You make me feel seen.”

It was just you and JJ there on that beach , under the stars that watched two lovers fall in love over and over again , for as long as they could. For as long as the world allowed.

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angelshimaa · 5 months

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@iingeniium :: hi bb !!!! can i request under the mistletoe with tenya iida? prompt: a lingering kiss because they're so sweet a/n :: hi my darling !! apologies for this being so late, but i hope it meets your expectations :) cw :: gn!reader, reader is shorter than iida (by how much is up to you)

event (closed).

“waiting for someone?” you walk closer to iida who's standing silently in what would seem like the middle of the room. while everyone at the christmas gathering mingles, he's alone, sipping every now and again from his cup of juice while he idly takes up space.

“n-no, i was just talking to midoriya and todoroki, but they had somewhere to go quickly.” you don't miss the slight tension his body language develops as he adjusts his glasses— tenya isn't very much of a good liar.

“so, you are waiting for someone.”

“...yes.” not them.

“under some mistletoe?”

the red iida turns is enough to rival kirishima’s hair and your can't stop the smile that spreads across your face at the sight. it's the deepest red too, reaching even the tips of his ears.

adorable.

“i did not— i did not realise there was mistletoe here,” he stutters, moving his free hand nervously before bringing it up to his glasses again. he's been trying to work on this habit of his, but it seems as though it was particularly hard to get rid of. “thank you for letting me know, i’ll move now—”

so much for his grand plan.

“wait, iida!” you laugh lightly, reaching out to hold his arm before he begins to walk away. the mere contact has him freezing for a split second before he recuperates. “aren't you forgetting something?”

iida doesn't want to assume— that was a sure fire way to make any situation unbearably uncomfortable— but the teasing tone your voice takes on doesn't give his mind any other choice. little did you know that that was his ‘grand plan’; he wanted to be near the mistletoe in case you crossed his path, and if he was lucky enough, you'd let him kiss you.

the mere thought has him blush even more and iida just doesn't know what he was thinking to begin with. ochako was right— crushes make you feel very funny, have you acting very funny indeed.

“i don't think so—” he starts, but his words catch in his throat at the sight of your gentle smile.

“the rules state that two people under mistletoe should kiss. you know all about rules, right?” you're teasing him, getting him all flustered in a way nobody else has seen before and it's unfair how easily you do it. “do you want to?”

you glance up at him and the way your eyes gleam only has his heart stutter like it's tripping over itself. iida has to force himself to relax before he nods slightly, finding no use denying the truth.

“i... i’d like to, y/n. to kiss you, i mean.”

you're so pretty when smile.

“go ahead, iida.”

slowly, with some blush still giving his cheeks colour, iida nods before his hand reaches out to cup your cheek. your skin is warm, he notes, before he brings his lips closer to yours.

iida’s lips barely brush against yours before you reach out to gently pull him closer so his lips are properly pressing against yours. he's so nervous thinking about how he might somehow mess this intimate affair up, too nervous to fully get lost in how soft your lips feel.

oh, how good it feels to do this.

iida’s hand slips away from the side of your face and goes to wrap itself around your waist, pulling all of you closer to him while your arms hang loosely around his shoulders. he kisses you with softness, and you make sure the feeling of your lips against his lingers for as long as it can.

your lips are left with a tingle when the kiss breaks, and you make him want to give you all he has when you peer up at him, looking into the blue of his eyes with the ghost of a content smile.

you're happy todoroki blurted out iida’s (horrible) plan to you in the kitchen while midoriya tried (and failed) to cover up for him— had he not told you how iida wanted to kiss you, neither of you would probably be this close to one another.

“just ask next time, tenya.”

and if iida knew, he’d probably be happy todoroki blurted it out too.

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