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daughterofyore · 11 months

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{{Drabble}} George and his anxiety.

wc;; 661

summary;; George has anxiety about an upcoming speech and you calm him down.

contents;; fluff, sweet nothings, loving caresses, stressed George and signs of mania.

a/n;; although I do write smut mainly I wanted to start filling up my repertoire of work. So, I decided to add in a very small lil drabble for ‘just George’. :)

!!W!!;; none really, signs of his mania? (Shaking hand) and anxiety.

George, sweet loveable George. He sat in the upholstered leather chair at the large mahogany desk in his study, his thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t raise his eyes to meet yours, he didn’t even glance up as you walked into the study. Your dress hissed along the ground, it’s brilliant floral design cascading down the sides, bedecked with jewels and your hair in a very fashionable up-do. A very classic Georgian era outfit.

You approached his desk, placing a gentle hand on his back between his shoulder blades. “What troubles you dearest?” You question him softly, beginning to rub small circles on his back. He looked up at you, brows scrunched together and eyes glassy. Had he been crying?

“I am… frustrated my dear.” He slapped a hand on top of papers, a quill lay discarded to the right. Ink leaked along the table, threatening to spill off the edge and onto the expensive carpets below. “I have to ready a speech for government. Make my presence known and make sure they remember me.” He scoffed incredulously, shaking his head as if it was hard to believe. “Yet, my nerves will not settle. I am beginning to panic and-“ you noticed his hand began to shake, the tell tale sign of an episode threatening to take hold of him. You squatted down at his side, gently placing a hand on his knee, demanding his unwavering attention.

“My love, I will help you be the best you can be. I know you will do excellently for there is nothing you can’t do.” A small smile tugs at your lips and his quiver in response, fighting back a wave of emotions. “You will be amazing, an excellent king and a wonderful speaker. You need not worry about how they perceive you. You are George, King of the United Kingdom’s.” You stood, taking his face in your hands. Cupping his cheeks and whispering, “And you are my husband.” His shoulders slumped and he stood, now towering over you. He held your gaze, smiling.

“My beautiful wife.” He brushed his fingers along your cheek, they no longer shook. “What would I ever do without you?” His voice broke a bit, but he held firm in not allowing tears to fall. You reached up and squeezed his hand.

“I’m sure you would be fine, I am merely a help.” He shook his head, making a disgusted face.

“You are absolutely not! Yes, you may help me but you are so much more. You are my wife, my love, the mother of my children you-“ He sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to be flush with his front. “You are everything and more. Venus could not compare to your divinity.” You hid your face in his chest, trying to conceal the blush creeping along your face.

“Come darling, let’s go and get some tea to settle ourselves.” You spoke into his chest and he chuckled at your shyness, tenderly grasping your shoulders and pushing you back so that he may see you.

“I love it when you blush. You look so cute.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand in his. He began to walk towards the parlour. He told Reynolds to bring you tea and confectioneries, once he had vanished down the hall and around a corner George spun to you and scooped you into his arms. He began to rush down the hall, eliciting screams and giggles of joy from you.

He pushed the door open with his foot and lay back on a chaise longue, placing you on top of him. He began to trace lazy circles over your stomach once you were both settled. His other hand playing with your fingers. Before the servants knocked on the door with the tea he whispered into your ear, his breath hot and titillating.

“I love you, my beautiful wife.”

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gimme-noodles-please · 6 months

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Fluff headcanons with Ayn and Clarence?

Fluff headcanons

characters: ayn, clarence

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Ayn

The sound of your gentle footsteps echoed throughout the empty hall. It was after school hours and not many students populated the building, it was fairly quiet aside from the faint sound of the piano coming from one of the rooms

A smile slowly grew on your face as you skipped your way over to the music room. The two burly looking bodyguards in front of the door only casted you a glance before nodding, stepping aside and allowing you in.

You poked your head in, carefully stepping into the room and closing the door behind you so as to not disturb the black haired man sitting at the piano. Ayn did not seem to notice your arrival, his eyes trained on the music sheet in front of him as his fingers glide across the keys as the piece he was playing leads into a crescendo. Instantly, you recognised this piece, it was Clair De Lune. You smiled slightly, enjoying the music. It was almost as if time had stopped and it was just you and him. Perhaps this was the effect that Ayn has on people while he was playing. It transports you to a whole new reality where you experience all the various emotions in each piece he plays, forgetting all of your troubles from your daily lives.

You didn’t notice that he has reached the end of the piece and had his gaze on you. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to sit?” He asked, his choice of words might sound a little harsh but his tone sounds otherwise, despite the fact that he said it in a rather blunt manner. “Come here, sit next to me.” Your eyes lit up at his invitation, quickly taking a seat next to him, grinning. He chuckles softly at your excitement, “just remember to stay quiet and listen to the music.” And once again he begins to play.

After an hour, Ayn looks over to you, not seeming to mind the way that you had used his shoulder as support while you napped. Somehow in between you had fell asleep, most likely due to how stressful school has been recently. He stays quiet for a few moments, taking in your beauty, noting the small puffs of air you let out at every breath, the way your eyebrows would scrunch slightly every now and then in your sleep. He couldn’t help but think, you are truly adorable, never did he expect that someone as lively as you would manage to matter so much for him. Neither did anyone would have expected that someone like you managed to melt his heart. Perhaps he should confess to you on another day, however just for now, he wishes to stay like this with you, in this rare moment of peace you both have amidst your busy schedules.

Ayn holds your hand in his while the other moves to brush a lock of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek as he smiles fondly at you; a rare sight to be seen. “Sleep well, y/n”

Clarence

“Please please please! I will treat you to a meal if you agree!” You were currently on your knees in front of the head prefect who only sighed, pushing up his glasses. How did you end up in this position you might ask? Well, the school curriculum required you to take a general studies module from a school speciality outside of yours, meaning you could not choose to study art and had to choose something else that the school offers. You ended up choosing one of the law-based subjects, thinking it would be fun but unfortunately that was not the case. There was so much memory work to do and cases to study! Unfortunately this module is not graded based on multiple choice questions and you were required to write a report about your analysis on a case given… basically, you are struggling.

“Y/n… get up, you don’t have to go to such great lengths to ask for my assistance.” Clarence sighs, bending over to offer you a hand. You pout, gingerly taking his hand. “You sure?” He chuckles slightly, pulling you to your feet. “I would have agreed no matter what.” Your pout quickly turns into a large grin as you threw your arms around him, enveloping him into a hug which caught him by surprise, patting you on the back gently. “You’re the best Clarence!”

A few hours after, you both were over at your house as you groaned for the umpteenth time, slumping your head onto the table as your cat let out a small meow in concern as it circles around your feet. “It’s too hard!” You whined, making Clarence chuckle as he beckons for your cat to come over to him, which gladly obliges and leaps onto his lap, immediately making itself comfortable. “I know. You’re still learning, there’s no rush. It is actually quite simple once you get the hang of it.” He replies, trying to comfort you so you would not look so upset with yourself. “But-“ you were about to protest before he shook his head, cutting you off. “What about we take a break? Perhaps it could clear your mind a little.” He suggested, making you sigh once again and nod in agreement. Clarence gently sets your cat down before going into the kitchen, he then reappears with two glasses of iced lemonade in hand, handing one to you. “On a hot weather like this, I figured something cold would be able to motivate you.” He explained as you took the glass, sipping down the refreshing drink. The sweetness and sourness of the cold drink, made you sigh in satisfaction. You peeked over at Clarence, noticing that he was staring at you, quickly looking away when he realised he was caught red-handed, his cheeks heating up slightly, making you grin mischievously. “Is the head prefect getting flustered?” You teased him, giggling. He coughs, clearing his throat and shakes his head. “N-no i just-“ he stutters, trying to think of something to defend himself. “You’re cute when you’re like that.” You mused softly, your eyes analysing each facial feature of his, taking not of how his eyes would quickly avert away from you when he looks over to check if your attention was still on him.

“Y/n…” Clarence sighs, making you straighten your back and saluting him. “Sorry sir! I will continue doing my work, sir!” You giggles in between your words, and continues to read through the textbook, picking up from where you left off. He shakes his head at you, amused by your antics. “You truly are interesting.” He mumbles softly with a smile on his lips as he takes a sip from his lemonade

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author’s note: im sorry, i cant take the male leads seriously in the global server because of the last names ANDKWS im very not used to it

i can’t remember what clarence studies. i think it was law? 😭 im sorry that it’s a bit boring fjejdjw

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skzooweemama · 8 months

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Tickle Fights with SKZ!!

(Maknae Line)

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here’s pt 2! if y’all like my writing, plz leave me some requests in my ask box!

t-word, fluff, and spice accepted ;)

(just no solely member x member stuff plz!)

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Han:

- is either a massive goofball or needs to be cheered up

- when he’s feeling goofy, he tries to be extra annoying in order to get a rise out of you

- he’ll get all whiny, calling you baby and being extra clingy

- when you can’t take anymore and attack him, he knows he’s succeeded

- these fun, goofy tickle fights usually end in him getting wrecked while trying to get the upper hand

- he really needs a better system for this kind of stuff

- his worst spots are his hips and sides

- rough tickles really humble him, so they’re perfect to use when he’s being loud and obnoxious

- definitely a screamer before he breaks into really deep belly laughs

- his face gets all scrunched up and his smile is so wide

- it’s way too cute, plz don’t die from the sight of it

- at some point, he will decide he’s had enough and then you better watch yourself

- he’s clever and his teasing is top notch

- will have you blushing and flustered immediately, which makes whatever he has planned so so so much worse

- now- if we’re talking about cheer up tickles… those look a little different

- usually it’s been a long time coming, with stress from his work taking its toll on both of you

- one night, he comes home completely exhausted and just collapses into bed when he gets the chance

- and of course, as soon has he is close to you and can unwind, he gets a bit teary eyed

- you always let him show his emotions around you, always

- however, that doesn’t mean you want him to keep crying

- tracing shapes into his back and lightly squeezing at his sides is sure to get him giggling lightly, his head buried in your neck

- then you two can talk about what’s on his mind and find a solution together now that he’s calmed down

- these moments between the two of you are so soft and loving

- trust that he’ll do the same for you when you feel down 🫶

Felix:

- such a cute little cuddle bug!!

- he always wants affection from you, always

- sometimes he’s just too cute and you can’t help yourselfff

- like when you’re cuddled up on the couch together, his back resting against your chest while you run your hands through his hair

- felix tends to get bored of movies part way through them, so if you’re watching a movie, trust he’s getting distracted by trying to capture your attention

- he says your name in funny voices, trying to draw your eyes away from the TV and to him

- when that doesn’t work, he’s squirming to reposition himself, nuzzling into your neck

- his fluffy hair tickles like crazy, and you shy away from his touch

- he ends up realizing this and following you like a little tease

- this is when it’s appropriate to hug him close to you and dig your fingers into his stomach as he’s pressed against you

- he’s beyond ticklish there, and will quickly throw his head back, biting his lip to try and stop his laughter

- of course, when you vibrate your fingers riiiight by his belly button… he’s gonna go ballistic

- he screams and thrashes around (be careful!!), pulling at your arms and kicking out

- his face gets sooo red and he tries to hide from you when this happens (don’t worry, his ears get red too so you know 🫶)

- his laugh can range from a shrieky higher pitch to his lower belly laughs, and even soft giggles

- all of it is cute so you should def explore which tickle spots produce which noise

- (and honestly… he kinda likes it…)

- but watch out! this aussie is not one to go down without a fight

- as soon as he gathers his bearings, he’s digging into your hips, sides, ribs, whatever he can reach

- you’re gonna need some real endurance if you wanna outlast him

- my advice, get on top of him and try to keep his hands out of the way so you can wreck him freely

- afterwards, expect cuddles (regardless of if you won or not) and some choice words thrown your direction (ie. “cunt”)

- (if he’s too disrespectful, just tickle him again!)

- he’s just the cutest i wanna hug him :(((

Seungmin:

- this man is such a menace

- and ik everyoneee says this, but it’s so true

- he is downright evil sometimes

- he will just get random bouts of energy, and how does he use it?

- tickle fights.

- literally, this kind of stuff happens so often.

- especially if you somehow provoke him

- “okay, then i won’t provoke him”

- nice try, that doesn’t work

- when he’s in one of his moods, anything provokes him

- you looked at him wrong, you didn’t hug him for long enough, you used the wrong word when trying to explain something

- all of these are past excuses for his attacks

- the most recent excuse, however, is something even more ridiculous

- the two of you were sitting together on the couch, scrolling on your phones in comfortable silence

- he reaches over to pat your leg, before asking “what should we get for dinner?”

- after thinking for a moment, you casually replied “Bibimbap”, not even looking up from your phone

- usually that would be fine, especially because he loves eggs and a good, hearty meal

- right now, that answer is wrong. he’s craving japchae- how could you not know?

- “no.” he says simply

- “no?” you look up at him, confused, before seeing that look on his face

- run. run fast. because he’s on you before you can blink

- talks about how mean you are to him while he takes advantage of every single tickle spot you have (even if you don’t have one, yes you do, he’ll find it)

- “i wanted japchae, how can you not know that?”, “seriously, do you even know me? or like me?”, “i’m not sure this is forgivable, you know?”

- says all of this while destroying you, laughing his mocking laugh at you as you squirm and shriek

- now, we all know every skz member is ticklish, and seungmin is no exception to this fact

- his stomach and sides are his bad spots, so if you find that he’s distracted while laughing at you… you might wanna make him laugh for a different reason

- he didn’t bother to pin your hands after all

- as soon as you squeeze at his belly, he lets out an “ahh!” before falling into his signature laugh

- he won’t stop tickling you, but he’s significantly weakened by your counter attack

- this will probably continue until one of you concedes on what to have for dinner 🥲

- it’s okay tho, bc who doesn’t wanna listen to his laugh? he’s just too cute?

I.N:

- our maknae on top and not-so baby bread 🥹

- he is stupid ticklish

- which usually isn’t an issue bc he doesn’t like touching in the first place

- but you… you’re different

- he craves attention from you (but that’s too embarrassing so he’ll never admit it)

- when you hug him or want to cuddle… who is he to deny you?

- which is how he ended up in this predicament, with you laying on his chest, tracing shapes into his abs absentmindedly

- it’s the early morning and you’re still half asleep, and the regular motion of your finger against his skin is making you drowsy again

- jeongin, however, is literally dying

- it tickles so bad and it’s all he can do to stop himself from screaming and throwing you off of him

- your finger accidentally trails too far up his ribs and he bucks beneath you, jolting you awake

- a sly smile spreads across your lips and you turn your gaze up to him

- “is someone ticklish?” you ask, almost innocently if not for the predatory look in your eye

- he freezes, eyes wide, and shakes his head “no” immediately

- you walk two fingers up his torso, up, up, up, until you’re at the spot juuust below his underarms

- “i… don’t believe you.” with that, you’re digging right into the spot, giggling teasingly

- he. loses. his. shit.

- screaming, laughing, thrashing, crying, and begging

- his laugh is loud. it’s squeaky. it’s silent. then it’s back with a vengeance

- no one has ever been this ticklish

- honestly, don’t even worry about him getting you back, he’s gone

- apologizing, babbling about how bad it is, accidentally insulting you (you make him sorry for that one)

- by the time you’re done, tears are streaming down his face, the bed is a mess, he’s half on the floor, and you’re sitting on top of him lost in a giggle fit of your own

- he’s really embarrassed, so you’re lucky he likes you so much or else he’d never forgive you

- he won’t try to get revenge, but he does make you do favors for him in order to make up for the tickle attack

- so not really a fight as much as a KO by you

- congrats on that one slugger 😤

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skzcollision · 9 months

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churchboy!felix x afab!reader (7/7)

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genre: fluff, smut, teen angst

synopsis: certain expectations come with being a pastor’s daughter. in everyone’s eyes you are a properly behaved girl, albeit rather timid. according to your parents, you aren’t as devoted to the church as you should be. they entrust you to an old family friend’s son, deeming him to be a good influence. these circumstances bring you two closer together and stir up all kinds of emotions.

MINORS DNI

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“Did I ruin you?”

Felix blinks down at you through his lashes, eyes still puffy from sleep. A long beat of silence ensues as he tries to comprehend what you just asked him.

“Ha?” He scrunches up his nose in a way you find comical.

You laugh, then shake your head, turning your face back down. “Nothing. Just– thinking out loud.”

Finally succumbing to the soreness behind your lids, you let them slide back shut.

Your rest is cut short when you feel the sheets rustling and the pillow shifting beneath your head. Felix is too intrigued now to go back to sleep.

“No, talk to me.” He raises himself on his elbow.

You open your eyes, but don’t necessarily meet his. They bounce around, tracing the lines of his cupid’s bow, then his jaw. You rack your brain for a reason as to why you had even asked that in the first place.

It seemed to have slipped out on its own accord, with your thoughts running a mile a minute as you watched your lover rise to consciousness that early morning.

Maybe that question has always been at the back of your mind.

“Like, if we hadn’t met… you’d probably still be going to church, still be living with your parents.” You lock your eyes onto his, lips pulling into a tiny smile. “You’d still be a virgin.”

Air shoots out of his nose and his shoulders shake with a chuckle. “Okay, well you know I was going to move here to the city anyway. School’s in like a week, so what difference does a few more make– and technically, we are both still virgins.” He squints his eyes. “Half virgins.”

“Mm,” you relax beneath his touch as his fingers find your hair. “You get what I’m saying though?”

He shakes his head slowly, his words coming out the same. “Not really.”

You sigh, pushing yourself to sit up against the headboard. “Well you don’t really see anyone else anymore– we’re pretty much spending every waking hour together. Have been for like the past few months. And now, every sleeping hour too I guess. I drag you out here to the city, stressing you out with my family problems–“

“Woah, woah…” Felix grasps your hands in his, moving to sit up. He lowers his head to meet your eyes. “What, you think you roped me into this or something?”

“Something like that,” you nod, breathing out unhurriedly. “I doubt this is how you wanted to spend your last few weeks before school starts again.”

“Listen,” he pulls you into his arms, gently prodding your head to lay against his chest.

“I’m here with you, because I want to be. It is not because I feel sorry, or obligated. I spend every moment with you only because I want to. Even when things are tough, even when you get all snappy and bratty with me, I’m still going to want to be here. You understand?”

He lifts your chin, the purest form of sincerity in his eyes when he says, “this is fully my choice.”

You hold his gaze and nod in understanding, almost mesmerized by his words and the look on his face.

A shaky sigh slips past your lips as you muster up a response. “You think I’m bratty?”

His chest reverberates with deep laughter, the sound rolling through your ear. “Yes,” he smiles down at you in admiration. “You are… many things.”

You narrow your eyes, eventually pulling your gaze away when you feel like his is too much to handle. “I don’t know if I should feel insulted or not.”

Truly, you’re more ashamed than anything. You’ve had such a short temper lately, and he has been more than patient with you.

He chuckles, planting a lingering kiss on your hairline. “Feel like going out today?”

A gentle breeze rolls over you, ruffling your hair as you walk alongside the salty sea. The sunset paints the pale blue sky with a pinkish orange hue, warm sand sifting around your bare feet with each step.

Wanting to make the most of the remaining days of your summer, you and Felix spend all day doing touristy things around the city—something you never got the chance of doing despite living nearby all your life.

You have only been here a handful of times and even then, rarely got to do any proper sightseeing. Your parents believed that such activities were a waste of time, and only brought you to the city whenever you needed some new clothes or if you had an important appointment.

A leisure stroll at the beach is just what you need after a long day in the bustling city.

The deep timbre of Felix’s voice breaks you out of your reverie.

“You know, I’ve been wanting to talk about things for a while now.”

You glance to your side where the golden light hits his profile, highlighting the freckles across his pink-dusted cheeks.

“I’m glad you shared that with me this morning,” he says with a smile.

Your eyes drop to the shimmering sand. “Yeah, sorry. I’m not that good at communicating.”

“I know,” he says. “But is it okay if we keep talking like this?”

You nod, but not without the hesitation showing on your face.

“So what else has been on your mind?”

“Felix… I didn’t mean now.”

“Come on, healing time.” He skips in front of you, holding your sides. “Please? I don’t want you to keep these feelings to yourself. I can feel it stressing you out.”

You draw out a long sigh and meet his eyes, gentle but pleading. “Can we go sit in your car then?”

The walk back is a relatively long and quiet one, allowing you to gather your thoughts before you spill everything that has been weighing on you lately.

A heavy silence settles upon you as you sit side by side, watching the sun kiss the horizon. He doesn’t speak, and only reaches over the console, threading his fingers through yours.

“I guess– I thought all of my problems would be solved if I just got away from my parents, but somehow things are… worse. I just feel more lost than ever, I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know who the hell I am.”

He nods profusely, thumb sliding over the back of your hand. “Yeah, I don’t think people get to know who they are ‘til they’re like in their 40’s, maybe even later. Maybe even never– I mean, that’s not to say you never will.” Felix offers a smile. “Do you think I know what I’m doing?”

To that, you only shrug.

“No one has their life figured out at this age– and even if you make plans, nothing is guaranteed... it’s better to just enjoy and cherish every moment while you still can. Life will work itself out.”

You both fall silent once again as you let his words sink in.

It feels as though a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, not all at once of course, but at the very least everything that needed to be said has been said.

You have been holding back due to fear—not of being judged by him, but burdening him with your worries. Although you’re beginning to realize that your relationship has taken a hit from your reticence, and you’re grateful for the gentle push Felix has given you to express your feelings.

His hand nudges against yours. “Did I make you feel better?”

Your face eases into a smile. “Yeah, those were some pretty wise words, Lix. I’m impressed.”

He then reaches over, a wide smile of relief on his face as both hands cup your cheeks. “Thank you.”

“For what,” you laugh at the unexpected proximity.

“For trusting me enough to tell me these things.”

You shake your head, lifting one hand to run your fingers through the strands of hair that stick to his temple.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you… I just don’t like dragging you down. I don’t like seeing you sad.”

“I don’t like seeing you sad either,” he says in between kisses to your wrist.

You lean over to bring your lips to his, a soft but urgent kiss. He envelops you in his arms and you melt further into him.

Felix pulls away for a brief moment. “Hey, don’t hide from me anymore, okay?” He murmurs, breath hot against your wet mouth. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me,” you assure him, gripping the back of his neck to connect your mouths again.

What started as an innocent kiss escalates into a whole ‘nother thing, quicker than any of you expected. Even with him pressed up against you like this, you somehow don’t feel close enough.

Much to your disappointment, he withdraws himself from you before things can advance any further.

You whine, burying your face in his neck. He laughs, breathing hard and stroking the back of your head.

“Let’s go home first.”

“No…” You protest. Your lips land on his skin, sucking lightly. “Need you now.”

There are no other cars around and his windows are tinted. No one would see you, unless they were intentionally peering inside.

He caves. You practically throw yourself into the back, Felix in tow.

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

You move together in the cramped space, a feverish heat building between your bodies as you grope each other in the most unseemly places.

Your fingers trail up underneath his shirt, feeling the ridges of his stomach before pulling away to admire the exposed strip of skin.

A particular memory resurfaces at the sight.

The day your father had him baptized in a lake, both of you just shy of sixteen; the drenched white fabric of his shirt sticking to his body and revealing his shredded abs. That had been the time your infatuation for him began.

And now here it is in front of you again, in an entirely different context.

Felix emits a faint laugh at your gawking then quickly shoves his shirt over his head, cocking a brow at you as if to say better?

Smothering his chest with open-mouthed kisses, your hands slowly make their descent to the button of his pants.

More clothes come off, hands shaking and moving eagerly with excitement. You have already been intimate in more ways than one, yet this is the first time you are in front of each other baring it all—stark naked in the backseat of his car.

Still, you find him so beautiful, better than anything your mind could ever conjure up. With that dark look in his eyes as they roam desirously over your body, you know he feels the same way about you.

A chorus of moans rumble against your mouth as you deftly reach a hand between you to wrap your fingers around his leaking shaft.

He rests his head against the window, practically crumbling beneath your touch. You don’t take your eyes off each other this time when your mouth slides over his cock.

“Baby…” He gently pushes on your shoulders as your tongue drags along the underside. “Baby, please…” He speaks sluggishly, his tone hushed and raspy. “I’m not going to last.”

“Why,” you lift a brow, pulling your mouth away but not ceasing the movements of your hand. “Are you saving it?”

His eyes widen in fear that he had misread the situation. “I kind of assumed that we would– I mean, o- only if you want to,” he stammers.

“M’just teasing you.” You smile, wrapping your arms around him as you sit upright. “Of course I want to.” You pepper kisses along his jaw. “I’ve been wanting to do it for so long.”

To your surprise, he suddenly drops to the floor of his car, and with a light prod of his hand, you let your thighs fall open. He guides your legs over his shoulders, his mouth so close to where you want him.

Finally, his tongue laps over your clit—and you’re giggling without even realizing it, feeling giddy and almost drunk with delight.

“What?” He raises his head, smiling lightheartedly.

“Nothing, I just...” You caress his cheek, gazing upon him with affection. “Baby has always sounded so corny to me, but I like it when you call me that.”

“Mm,” he hums before lowering his mouth back onto your cunt. “Feel good, baby?” His dark eyes glitter with amusement as his face disappears between your thighs.

You can only moan in response, fingers flying to his blond locks, writhing desperately.

Eventually his fingers join his lips, slipping into you with ease. He goes down on you tenderly, the same way he would kiss you on the mouth. Less impatience than last time, and taking his sweet time working you up.

Soon enough, you unravel on his tongue, clutching a handful of his hair tightly in your fist. Felix groans low against your cunt, licking you up, rutting against the leather seat.

“Need you inside, please…”

A look of alarm flashes across his face as you drag him over you. You lay yourself down, adjusting as well as you can with the cup holder poking uncomfortably at your back.

“Shit, I just realized– I didn’t bring anything.”

“I’ll take a pill in the morning,” you plead, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Felix…”

He can’t bring himself to refuse you now; your lashes wet with tears from your previous orgasm, lips pink and swollen from kissing as you wiggle beneath him, begging for him to take you.

A quiet growl rips from him as he ravishes your mouth with an impassioned kiss, his cock gliding across your slick cunt. You moan at the familiar sensation, brought back to the last time you were both tangled up like this—doing it in a place you weren’t supposed to, just like you are now.

Pain blooms when he finally enters you.

It’s a tight fit, you’re afraid he won’t be able to go much further.

“Mmph,” he groans into your mouth, arms shaking with effort. He separates from you momentarily, concern evident on his face. “Relax for me baby, can you do that?”

You nod, trying your hardest to loosen up for him. Anything he can do to alleviate the pain, he does. His hands don’t stop touching you, softly caressing every part of your body he can reach. His mouth is everywhere, scattering kisses along your face, your neck, your collarbones.

It takes a few moments, but with his gentle touch and words of praises, telling you how you’re doing so well for him, your pain ebbs away.

Felix’s movements are a little clunky at first, but he gradually finds his rhythm, responding to your cues, and going with whatever feels right.

You begin moving as one, your bodies molding to the shape of each other, driven to give and receive pleasure.

“You’re so warm…” He whispers in between a kiss to your forehead.

“Does it feel good?” You blink innocently up at him, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” He drops his head and laughs softly against your neck, bringing a sly smirk to your face.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasms to approach.

His body drapes over you, enveloping you with his affection and warmth. Hips rocking together, minds hazy from pleasure—until all you see, taste, and feel is each other.

Time seems to stand still in this moment, and god, you truly would love to be stuck here forever.

“I love you,” he sobs against your neck. “I love you so much.”

You repeat his words, and with your hands clasped next to your head, you finish together.

You have yet to figure out your place in this world; but right now, here with Felix, is where you have felt the most at home.

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author's note: sorry it took me a while to get this out! i was struggling for a bit with writer’s block. thank u all so so so much for responding very kindly and interacting with my posts. it has been rly encouraging. idk if i’ll do another series in the near future but i definitely plan on writing more so if u want to be added to my permanent taglist just let me know!

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obsolescent · 9 months

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Hey!! Next one week I’m getting braces and as someone who has very strong anxiety this has been getting me so much stress and making me feel like complete crap. Could you please write a ghost x reader (gn since I’ve read that’s what you use:) ) trying to help reader just relax or feel better. Something like that would be nice. Love you work, you are amazing take care 🩷

Don't you Fret

Author’s Note: Hi! This is so sweet. This will make my first Ghost x reader piece! I hope you enjoy it and I hope it’s what you were looking for! Also I left this ambiguous on what the procedure is, so if any of you are worried about any kind of upcoming procedure I hope this eases your worries some ♡ Good luck by the way!! You’ll do great :)

Content Warnings: Gender neutral language used, fluff, Simon trying to understand southern slang lol

You stare down at the paperwork in front of you. The contract, consent forms, guidelines, and instructions on what to do in preparation for your procedure next week lay scattered across the coffee table. Your leg is bouncing a mile a minute while you chew on your nail, the reality of it starting to set in.

To say that you’re an anxious person…Well yeah, you are. It’s even worse when it comes to medical procedures. This ain’t even that extensive of one, but reading the step-by-step process of what will happen, how long it’ll take, and the aftercare is making you pretty antsy. “Ugh,” you groaned, putting your face into your hands.

“You alright, love?” You jumped, twisting around to find Simon standing behind you. “Good lord, felt like my soul left my body,” You gasped out. He snickered, walking around the front of the couch to sit beside you.

He grabs your hand and begins stroking it, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin, helping to ease some of your nerves. He glances at the papers laying across the surface in front of you two and asks, “This what’s gotten you on edge?” “An understatement,” You grumbled, “More nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

He stared at you for a moment, face blank, before those blond brows of his started to furrow, brown eyes narrowing. You can almost see the equations floating around his head as he tries to decipher the phrase. “Fucking hell. English, please. Or at least slow down, can’t understand with you talking so fast.”

“I’m very fucking nervous, alright?” You mock back, a poor attempt at an English accent. He huffs at that, before pulling you into an embrace. “Cheeky,” He muttered into your hair, giving a kiss to your head. You sighed, sinking into his warmth.

You’re so glad to have him home with you at this moment. The two of you always appreciate your time together, but you more so now than usual, with how worried you’ve been.

“Anythin’ I can do to help ease your mind?” He asks, rubbing soothing patterns into your back. You hum, nuzzling your face into his neck, before saying, “Not sure. I feel like crap right now, upset with myself for being so upset. It’s annoying! I wish things like this didn’t bother me, that I could be more like you. It seems like nothing phases you, you’re always so cool and collected.” You sighed, fiddling with the hem on his sweatshirt’s sleeve.

“It’s not like I’m having extensive surgery that’ll have me under for hours!" You exclaimed, making exaggerated hand gestures while speaking. Simon grunts in agreement, “Can’t help what your brain is in shambles over, love.” You sighed again, pulling away to look up at him.

“Darling,” He said, voice gravelly. He cups your face in both hands. You look into his eyes, finding adoration and warmth. You feel a tingle in your nose, a sign you’re about to start crying. Scrunching your face up, you will the tears away, unsuccessfully. You start to sob, your hands coming up to cover your face. “None of that now,” He says, pulling your hands away, peppering kisses across your tear stained cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry,” You choked out, “I feel pl-plumb stup–” Before you can finish your sentence, Simon is picking you up in his arms. You squealed, latching onto his shoulders as he made his way to your bedroom. He opens the door, walks toward the bed and drops you onto the mattress before plopping himself down beside you. He turns you towards him, bringing you into his warm embrace once again.

“Now then. We’ll stay here as long as we need, yeah? Just let it all out, alright?” He murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. You cling to him, feeling safe and secure in his grasp. Hiccuping, you replied, “Thank you, Simon. Love you.” Your words are muffled by his shirt. He chuckled, pulling back enough to bring you into a kiss. “Love you, too, pet,” He whispered after he pulled away. Under his breath, you hear him begin to hum.

You two stay interlocked, listening to his heartbeat and humming, it lulling you to sleep. His hand continued its ministrations on your scalp as he felt your breathing even out. He pulls far enough away to look at your face, relieved to see you so calm. He smiles to himself, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “My favourite,” He whispered, content with you relaxed in his arms.

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tzuyusluv · 1 year

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❥ I Love You So

genre -> fluff

pairing -> skz x reader

warnings -> just so much fluff

word count -> 0.7k

summary -> skz and their favorite thing about you

Bangchan | Your Shoulders/Neck

Chan can feel the heat creep up from his neck to his cheeks at the teasing he’s receiving from his members. “Awww, you’re just so in love with them that you even call out their name in your sleep.” Han’s voice filled with absolute joy at the findings. Chan pulls you closer towards him, hiding his face in between your neck and shoulder. “C’mon baby, save me from their teasing pleaseeee.” Chan’s voice is muffled due to having him pressed against your skin but you can understand. He knows that you will always understand him.

Minho | Your Lips

Minho watches you twitch in your sleep due to him tracing your features. His fingers are just barely touching you, like if he pressed with any more pressure, you would break like glass. He follows the invisible lines he makes with his eyes, moving them down to your lips where he starts to gently brush them. He stops after you shift in your sleep, closer towards him. He looks down towards you against his chest and watches as your lips mutter his name.

Changbin | Your arms

Changbin has been working out and gaining lots of muscle on his arms making his hugs extremely comforting, as if nothing could hurt you while in his arms. Changbin felt the same way with you. While you might not be as buff as him, your arms that wrap around him in a hug make him feel all sorts of butterflies that only you can make appear.

Hyunjin | Your hair

His hands climb up your body from your waist to your shoulders, following every nook and cranny there is. He eventually makes it up to your hair where his starts to braid it. Pulling the strands, he manages to make a small one. Smiling proudly at his achievement, he moves to do another one. His hands are gentle, more gently than with another else he holds. After all, why would he want to hurt his world?

Han | Your laugh

Han could easily tell that you were becoming stressed with your assignments. The clicking of your pen and the way your eyes flicked over everything on your desk gave him a clear answer to why you had tears in your eyes. Matching his way over to you, he made it clear he had a mission. “Hey there sweetheart.” You jump at the voice, “Oh, hey there Jisungie.” He slightly smiled at that, he loved the nicknames you gave him, shaking away the thoughts and going back to his mission, he asks if you want to hear a joke. Desperate for a distraction, you agree, soon enough, you’re laughing. Han smiles at the sound. He knows he would do anything to hear it over and over again. Even if it means making a fool of himself.

Felix | Your Nose

Felix watches as you talk to the boys about anything and everything. He can see your eyes light up and crinkle when you smile. His eyes move around your face, landing on your nose. His gaze stays trained on it, looking on fondly as it scrunches with your smile.

Seungmin | Your Eyes

Seungmin likes starting staring contests because he loves looking into your eyes. The way they sparkle when you get excited or when they squint in determination at the game. He could do that for hours and never get bored. But he’ll never say that he sometimes blinks and ‘loses’ just to see those sparkles in your eyes and the smile he lives for.

Jeongin | Your Hands

“Babe! Come here!” You turn towards your boyfriends voice and walk towards him. “What’s up baby?” You question his intentions. He merely holds up his hands, showing his palms. You roll your eyes affectionately at the sight and place your palms on his, letting him compare how small your hands are to his. You know that he loves your hands and comparing them but you’ll never let him know that just to see his huge smile when you place yours on his.

©️ tzuyuluvs | please don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

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devils-dares · 2 years

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Bespectacled

summary: five random moments with matt and your glasses.

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader

warnings: none, just fluff and stupid blind jokes from matt

word count: 1200+

a/n: this was an idea birthed in the discord from @pastelpixies and i about having a reader with glasses. hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated!

extra note: this is now part of a fic collection called small wonders! go check it out!

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Going in for a kiss

“Mm, it’s been a very, very stressful day.” You say as you settle in your mountain of blankets on the couch. You hear a breathy laugh as he gestures a beer in your direction and you nod. Hisses of the bottle caps opening are followed by his footsteps getting closer and closer to you.

“Are you meant to be in a nest?” You shake your head and snatch your beer from him.

“I’m cold and tired, Matt. Maybe you should join me under here, I can attest to the coziness of it all.”

“Oh I’m sure you can, my love.” Yet, as he makes fun of you, he peels back the layers of the blankets and sinks in right behind you. You settle back against his chest, relishing in the warmth his body provides yours.

“Kiss please?” You ask as he snakes his arms around you.

“Of course.” He tilts his head down to reach your lips, but before he can kiss you, a gentle clink breaks the two of you apart as your glasses hit each other. Giggling, you take his glasses off, watching his eyes crinkle from his smile. He gently pulls yours off of your face, folding them up and placing them on the coffee table as you laugh.

“Now I can’t see how pretty you look.” He gives you a shit-eating grin.

“Neither can I, my love, neither can I.” He says as he presses his lips to yours.

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Cleaning your glasses

Matt had a morning routine. Getting out of bed, brushing his teeth, putting the kettle on to boil some water for two coffees, and cleaning your glasses because you never remembered to. It irked him that you would just pick the spectacles up and put them on your face, without care for the smudges and grime that accumulated on the lenses. He’d always take care of you, and if that involved cleaning your glasses for you, he would. He’d get in the habit of carrying around a cleaning cloth on him too. Sometimes, if you’d become too frustrated at work, you’d come with lunch to his office and demand a hug, and who was he to deny you? He’d take your glasses off of your face, run his hands soothingly across your face, and give you a tight squeeze, cleaning them after he released you.

It's fair to say that you relied on him cleaning your glasses a lot more than you’d care to admit. He always did it, not a complaint, and he always somehow got into the corners of the lenses where your fingers would leave smudges. If you ever noticed them getting a bit too dirty, which was rarely a concern considering how much Matt doted on you and your glasses, wordlessly handing them to him would result in crystal clear sight through them. Even after getting home from a long night of deviling, he’d always wake up before you to clean them, even if he went straight back to sleep after.

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Falling asleep

”It’s been a long time since you stayed in with me.” He hums in agreement.

“It has been a while, hasn’t it.” He hears you flip a page of your book. He listens to a podcast, the both of your relishing in each others’ presence. His bed feels so much warmer with you sharing it with him, and his home’s never felt more welcoming since you moved in. He reaches a hand out, running his hand through your hair absentmindedly which causes you to nuzzle closer. He loses himself in his podcast, some true crime podcast about a case he studied in Columbia.

After a while, he tunes back into you, scrunching his eyebrows together when he doesn’t hear the page turn after a few minutes. He pauses the podcast only to hear your breathing which has evened out in short puffs, and he realizes you’re asleep. He smiles, slowly pulling the book out of your hand and making sure to mark the page you left off on, and then reaches to take your glasses off of your face. He takes his earbuds out and places them on his nightstand, and then turns over to pull your body closer to his. He falls asleep quickly while listening to your steady heartbeat.

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Misplacing your glasses

“I swear I left them right here! Oh my- Matthew!” He laughs as he hears you yell his name.

“What’s going on?” He pokes his head through the open bathroom door.

“I can’t find my glasses. I promise you I left them right here before I went to shower and now they’re gone.”

“Well they couldn’t have-“

“Say they couldn’t have grown legs and walked away and I will hit you.”

“Fair enough. And you thought it would be wise to ask the blind man to find them?”

”I don’t know, okay! Can’t you just echolocate them or something?” He bursts into a fit of laughter from that.

“Echolocate? My love, you and I have very different understandings of my abilities.” You let out a groan and he laughs again. To be honest, Matt knew where they were when they fell off the counter and landed behind the trash can, but you were just so funny when you were angry that he had to tease you a little more.

“Matthew, I cannot see without them, I’m not getting on the floor and crawling around to find them.”

“And you want me to?” He puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight to one foot, looking sassy.

“Don’t you love me?”

“Your love equates to me crawling around looking for your glasses?”

“Just- please, Matt?” He smiles again, walking to the trash can and reaching behind it, grabbing your glasses and handing them to you.

“Thank you!” You say, putting your glasses on and walk past him to the bedroom.

“What? No kiss?”

“If I kissed you for everything you did, I’d never be able to stop.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

——-

Taking your glasses from you when you’re tired

You rub your forehead for what feels like the tenth time within thirty minutes. The reports your boss was making you type were so simple and so redundant, the intern could have done it. Sighing, you take another sip of your coffee, gone cold from taking so long to type. You didn’t realize how long you’d been working for until you hear the door to the roof unlocking, seeing your partner walk down the steps. He pauses, tilting his head in your direction.

“Why are you still awake?” He asks, making his way towards you.

“I’m still working on these damn reports, I swear my boss gives me time-wasting tasks when I could actually be doing something important.” He stands beside you and you lean your head on his stomach.

“Okay, you’ve had enough.” He says, closing your laptop and taking your glasses from you.

“Hey! I need those to see.” You complain.

“I know, and if I don’t take them from you now, you won’t get any sleep in because you’ll keep trying to type the reports. You need rest.” He says.

“What would I do without you?” You smile at him.

“Probably run the supermarket out of their supply of coffee.” He holds his hand out to you, and drags you to bed as soon as you take it.

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venusianelf · 2 years

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Beloved Bookworms

Pairing: Jason Todd x Autistic! Reader

Genre: Mutual Pining, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Jason is your bookworm of a friend who you’ve been secretly pining over. The issue is you can’t see why anyone would want to be with someone like you.

Warnings: Reader has a meltdown, Insecure! Reader, Insecure! Jason, Jason has an injury, Small mention of Jason having killed people before, Mention of alcohol/drinking, Swearing, A few uses of Y/n, Reader is gender-neutral

Word Count: ~3,200

Request: OH BOI Hello ok so Jason todd and an autistic reader, where the reader has low self esteem and Jason and her a really good friends (but secretly love each other ofc) and the reader is just a regular civilian (and isn’t a nurse or anything) and the reader thinks they’re weird cause of anxiety and that makes it hard to do some stuff and they’re socially anxious and awkward and shy and they just don’t think they’re loveable ;_; . I’ve been feeling this way so I’d love a fluffy fic pls thank u! :3c

Ooh I just saw some of your other fics and i just requested the Jason todd fic with an autistic reader and I also get really overwhelmed and have meltdowns and can be inflexible and I feel self conscious about these things as well so i’d love to see something where Jason is really understanding ☺️

A/N: So I ended up getting a bit carried away lol, but I hope this still fits what you had in mind for the fic anon. Thank you for reading!

It was honestly a miracle that you and Jason were friends considering how bad you were at socializing. It felt like every time you tried to get to know someone new they would find you weird and either ghost you or say something harsh. You knew it wasn’t technically an issue with you but it was hard to not feel like it was.

You had met Jason at a bookstore one day when you were looking for a present for your sister. “Mm, that’s a good one,” You heard a man comment next to you. Jumping slightly, you turned to see a tall large man with black hair and a white streak. “Oh, uh, I wouldn’t know,” You replied awkwardly as you looked back down at the book in your hands. Pride and Prejudice was written in a pretty font on the dark blue cover.

“Well, I highly recommend it,” He chuckled as you nodded. “Noted, hopefully, my sister will like it,” You commented as you moved to carry it before looking towards him again. “Oh? You’re not looking for yourself,” He asked before you shook your head. “No, her birthday is coming up soon and I know she’s starting to get into the classics,” You replied as he hummed. “That’s very thoughtful of you, but I think it would be a shame if you left without a good book for yourself,” He chuckled as you blushed under his gaze. “Thanks but my job doesn’t pay nearly well enough for that,” You said as you shifted nervously under his gaze.

“Oh, that’s not a problem. I’ll get it for you if you’re okay with that?” He asked as you hesitated. This man you had never met was offering to buy you a book. You scrunched up your face in confusion as you mulled over it. Was this how you were supposed to make friends? You weren’t sure. “Hey don’t stress about it, if you don’t want me to that’s completely okay,” He assured you as you shook your head. You weren’t going to let this opportunity for a friend slip by. “No no, it’s okay, if you’re willing to get it for me then I’ll take you up on it,” You replied as he nodded.

“Alright well, what do you normally like to read?” He inquired as you fidgeted. “Um, I don’t know. I haven’t really read much since I graduated high school,” You chuckled nervously as he hummed. “Okay, then I’ll recommend you one of my favorites,” He said as he pulled down a book off the shelf and handed it to you. “Here, how does this one sound?” He asked as you read over the summary. “Sounds interesting,” You commented as he smiled at you. “Great, then I’ll get this one for you and give you my number so we can chat about the story,” He replied as you tensed up. He paused as he took in your body language.

“If you’d rather I didn’t that’s alright too,” He commented as you started fidgeting again. “Ah, no it’s okay, I’d like that, I’m just uh, not used to meeting new people,” You replied as he softened. “I can sympathize with that. You’re doing great though,” He said playfully as he winked at you. You nodded and smiled back at him before you both went to check out. When you both finished you met up outside the shop.

“Here’s your book, and here’s my number,” He said as he handed you the book before tapping the sliver of paper he had slipped into the front. “Thank you, um what’s your name by the way?” You asked as he tensed slightly before softening. “Right I forgot to mention that, I’m Jason, what’s your name?” He explained as you smiled up at him. “I’m Y/n, nice to meet you, Jason,” You replied as he smiled warmly at you. “It was nice to meet you too, I’ve got to get going though. Text me about the book whenever, I’d love to chat about it,” He said as you nodded at him. “Will do,” You responded before you both waved goodbye and parted ways.

As you got back in your car, you entered his phone number into your phone before smiling to yourself. Score! Potential friend made! Now you just have to see if he’ll stick around, you thought to yourself before sighing and starting up your car. You really hoped he would, he seemed like a great guy. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts you began your drive home with your new book.

Months passed and you two had slowly grown closer. You two now texted constantly throughout the day and you called him more often than you would’ve liked to admit. The best part was he would on some of his drop by’s bring you new books for you to read. Originally he had brought you new books that smelled fresh out of the bookstore, but as time progressed he started bringing books from his own collection.

You preferred those books much more than the new ones. And that’s how you found yourself tonight, curled up with one of his books as you read through the story occasionally pausing to read the notes he’d left in the margins. Most of them were more serious and about things like analyzing the themes but some of them were just silly. Like this one, you thought as you paused on one, “Girl, he’s not good for you! Dump his ass!” You chuckled as you ran your finger over it. As you enjoyed his little commentary an idea came to you.

Jay’s birthday was coming up and if you enjoyed his commentary in the margins then maybe he’d like that too? He did enjoy listening to your opinions on the books he got you, no matter how silly or passionate you got about them, so this would be more of a permanent copy of that. Getting to work you pulled out your phone and quickly purchased a copy of one of his favorites that you hadn’t read yet.

Once you finished your current book, you alerted Jason and waited for him to come to retrieve it. A couple of days later, he texted you that he was on his way to your apartment as you quickly hid his birthday present and waited for him. Hearing a knock on your door you answered it as he smiled down at you. “Hey there Jay!” You greeted him as you let him into your apartment. “Hey cutie,” He replied as you smiled at him.

“Sooo here’s your book back, but before you offer. I won’t be needing any new ones for a little bit,” You said trying to hide the excitement in your voice while handing back his book. “Oh? And why’s that?” He asked with an eyebrow raised as you giggled. “It’s a secret,” You commented as you made a shh gesture. “Oh? Really?” He asked playfully as he went to put his book in his backpack. As he did you noticed that he wasn’t settling his weight evenly on his feet, implying he was hurt somewhere.

“Jay?” You called out nervously as he turned back to you with a confused expression due to your tone. “Yes?” He replied as you frowned. “Where are you hurt?” You asked as it was his turn to frown now. “Uh, it’s not a big deal,” He replied as you frowned harder. “Yes it is, show me where you’re hurt,” You huff as he chuckles. “What so you can kiss it better?” He teases as you feel your face flush. “Uh, no,” You say quietly as you look away from him. “I just want to make sure you’re okay,” You continue as you hear him sigh.

“I’m fine darlin’ I promise,” He replies as you turn to glare back at him. “You’re shifting your weight. That means you’re not fine,” You comment as he runs a hand through his hair. “Observant as ever, huh?” He says more to himself than you. “I might not be fine now but I will be, okay?” He asks as you step closer to him. “Just show me and I’ll stop pestering you,” You frown as he chuckles. “Concerned about lil old me?” He teases as you nod. “Yes, we do live in Gotham after all,” You reply as he laughs. “Okay that’s true,” He replies before sighing. “Alright, I’ll show you,” He concedes as you nod and you both settle on your couch before he lifts up the side of his shirt to show a square of white gauze on his abdomen.

Gasping you gently touch it, before asking “How did this happen?” “Fuck,” He swears before you quickly pull away. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” You ask worriedly as his gaze softens on you. “No you didn’t, it’s just, ugh, I guess it’s better not to lie,” He comments as you frown and nod. “Yeah, you shouldn’t lie to me,” You frown as you poke gently at his chest. “Please don’t freak out but you know Red Hood?” He asks as you nod. “That vigilante? Did he do this to you?” You inquire as you frown harder before he chuckles. “No doll, you see, uh, fuck, well I’m him,” He admits as your eyes widen in shock. “You? Red Hood? No way,” You deny as you shake your head. “Yes way, I didn’t tell you earlier because if I tell you there’s a chance you could get hurt,” He says softly as he looks down at his hands.

“Okay, but if you’re Red Hood then me knowing you regardless of me knowing your identity puts me in danger, doesn’t it?” You comment as he nods his head. “I know, I shouldn’t have-” He starts before you cut him off. “No, you don’t get to go all self-pity on me now. This is my decision if I want to put myself in potential harm’s way by being your friend, not yours. But I wish you would’ve told me sooner,” You reply as you take one of his hands in yours. “Thank you but you know I have killed people right?” He asks as you frown at him. “Yes but you’re also my friend. I’m sure you had a good reason for doing it,” You reply as he nods. “I did but still,” He says solemnly as you squeeze his hand.

“That’s good enough for me. You aren’t a monster Jason,” You respond as he looks up at you with teary eyes. “Can I, can I hug you?” He asks as you nod. “Of course, Jay,” You reply before he pulls you to him and squeezes you while burying his head in the crook of your neck. You bring one of your hands up to run your fingers through his hair as you both sit there in comfortable silence. As you sit there it occurs to you how much he truly means to you. You would do almost anything to make this man smile. At the realization, you smile to yourself.

A couple of weeks later, Jason drops by or more accurately climbs into your apartment via the window. “Jason! What did I say about coming in through the window!” You scold as he takes his helmet off and places it on the coffee table. “Can’t seem to remember,” He chuckles as you playfully swat at his chest. “I said that you should be using the front door or else my neighbors might start rumors about me sneaking men in!” You exclaim as he catches your hand that was hitting him and smiles at you. “Let them talk,” He replies as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

You feel your face heat as you look away from him. “Well for the record, I care what they say,” You huff as he chuckles before letting you go. “Noted, now you said you had something special to give me?” He asks with an eyebrow raised. “Well I was hoping you’d stop by not in costume but whatever,” You huff as you go to your bedroom before returning. “Happy birthday Jason,” You smile at him as you hand over the red wrapped present to him. “You remembered?” He asks as you chuckle. “Of course silly, now open it!” You prompt him as he tears the wrapping paper off. “Oh?” He asks as he sees the cover of one of his favorite books. “Now look inside,” You urge him as he looks at you curiously before opening it and seeing lots of little comments written in the margins.

“I thought since I enjoyed reading your commentary that maybe you’d like a book from me with my own commentary,” You smiled as he beamed at you. “I love it,” He says as he puts it down to pull you into a hug. “Thank you Y/n, really,” He continues as you squeeze him back. “No problem! I’m glad you like it,” You reply as he pulls back and smiles at you. “Of course, I like it,” He chuckles. “Now let’s get to the celebratory drinks!” You exclaim before rushing into the kitchen. Jason chuckles to himself as he watches you leave before turning to the book and smiling at it. He was used to hearing your opinions on his books but this warmed his heart in a way he wasn’t used to.

Soon after Jason stopped by to drop off a new book of his to read but now a week later you were distraught over the book. Not from the story, unfortunately, no instead you lost it. Leave it you to be careless with one of your few friends’ prized possessions. God, how stupid could you be? As you continued your frantic search for the book your mind spiraled. Soon your thoughts shifted focus from the book to your flaws.

What if the book was the final straw for him? What if he was tired of you and you losing his book would just prove your incompetence to him? I mean he was amazing and could probably easily make new friends but you? You struggled just talking to the cashier when you went grocery shopping. Fuck, you should’ve paid more attention to where you put the book down last. You got too comfortable and now you were going to pay. You were sure of it.

You were gonna tell him you lost the book and then he’d lose it on you. He’d bring up how you get shaken up and upset when he cancels plans and how childish that is. How you are constantly talking about your special interests when no one wants to hear. How you’re just so awkward that he can barely tolerate talking to you.

As you continued your line of thinking it felt like electricity built up in you as you got more and more overwhelmed. You had to get it out. You faintly recognized that you were having a meltdown but that thought quickly got pushed aside as you started hitting your legs and rocking back and forth. As your breath got more frantic and you felt tears prick up in your eyes, you heard the familiar sound of someone entering your apartment through the window. Fuck, why did Jason have to show up now?

“Y/n?” He called out before entering your bedroom and finding you hitting yourself. “Hey, Y/n, you’re okay, it’s okay,” He reassured you as he rushed over to you and gently grabbed your wrists before placing a pillow on your lap. “If you need to hit something hit the pillow or hit my chest, okay?” He asked as you didn’t respond but sobbed harder. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” He said as he wiped the tears off your cheeks.

“Do you want a hug?” He asked as you nodded your head. Gently he pulled you into him before hugging you tightly to give you deep pressure in hopes of soothing you. As he held you, you sobbed into his shoulder. “Jay,” You called as he rubbed your back. “I’m here, what’s wrong?” He asked before you clutched him harder. “I, I lost your book and I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find it and now you’re gonna realize how shitty and useless I am. And, and, I don’t want that. You’re my favorite person and I can’t stand to lose you. But there’s no way you really want to be my friend, let alone return my feelings,” You vent before lowering your voice for the last part as you finish you squeeze him tighter in hopes of engraving this memory in your mind before he’s gone.

“Y/n,” He calls softly as you cry harder. “Y/n, I’m not going to disappear over you losing my book. It’s okay. I don’t think you could truly push me away even if you tried,” He chuckles as your sobs get lighter as you focus on listening to him. “And you’re not useless or shitty, you’re an amazing, brilliant, lovely person. I do want to be your friend, hell, you’re my best friend Y/n. I am not giving that up over some silly book,” He continues as he pulls back slightly to move to look at you and hold your hands. “I’m lucky to have you in my life and if you do truly have feelings for me as you said then I would be honored to let you know that I have feelings for you too,” He concludes as you shift your gaze up at him. “Really?” You ask as he nods.

“Yeah, I just was too nervous to say anything,” He says as he chuckles nervously. “Looks like you beat me to it,” He continues as you smile at him. “Guess I did,” You reply as you wipe away any leftover tears with your hand. “Do you feel better now?” He asks as you nod. “Yeah,” You respond as he smiles down at you before brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “So if we both like each other, how about I take you out for a proper date?” He suggests as you chuckle. “I’d love to, but for now,” You reply before leaning up and pulling him in by his neck. Your lips crash together in a gentle and emotional kiss as he pulls you closer by the hips.

As you pull apart, your rest your forehead against his as he hums. “Been wanting to do that for forever,” He comments before you chuckle. “Then you should’ve done it,” You respond as he smirks at you. “Should’ve, but now we have plenty of time to make up for it,” He says playfully before pulling you into another kiss. This time it’s more passionate and makes your head fuzzy. When he pulls away you go to chase him but he moves to kiss your jaw and then down your neck before kissing down your arm all the way to your wrist. “What’re you doing?” You giggle as he peers up at you. “What? I can’t kiss my darlin’ wherever I want?” He jokes as you pretend to be in thought. “Hmm, I suppose you can but you have to start actually using my front door more often in return,” You tease as he huffs. “Really? That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He pouts as you laugh.

“Yes it is, you wouldn’t believe the rumors they’ve come up with, and for my sanity, you need to start using the front door. At least more often than you do now,” You reply. “Fineee,” He sighs. “But only because I want more kisses,” He continues before leaning up and pulling you into another kiss.

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astrae4 · 11 months

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romance in the bathtub | k.sn

pairing — idol!sunoo x idol!reader

genre — tooth rotting fluff, slight angst, comfort

warnings — they shower together. however, this is purely fluff and not at all sexual!! it is a form of affection and the act is rather cute for couples to do in where I was raised. If you are uncomfortable, you may scroll away. However I’d like to remind you that this is something very cute and romantic for couples to do, and in no way sexual.

note — atp I’m doing everything but the smaus LOL

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After a full day of dance practice, one’s body would be expected to be of three things: tired, sore, and dirty.

Seeing as both respective idols shared the same day, all they wanted to do was go back to their shared apartment and run a hot shower. Funny, just how similar their days were. So similar, in fact; that they clocked out and reached the apartment at the same time.

A tired laugh escaped both their mouths as they reached for the passcode bar, and accidentally held each other’s hands.

“Dance practice for your new album?” you asked.

“Yup, you too?” Replied Sunoo as he waited for you to put in the passcode in for both of you.

You simply nodded as you both got in, taking off your coats and shoes, before going to your shared room.

“Want to shower first?” You offered.

“Let’s just run the bathtub for the both of us. It’s been long since we did it and I think we both need it since our bodies are sore.”

That was how you both ended up in the bathtub, your back pressing against his chest as the steam of hot water loosened your stiffness.

“This feels so good, oh my gosh.”

“Right? Why didn’t we do this sooner, seriously!” He exclaimed, before taking two pumps of shampoo in his hand. “Here, let me.”

He dropped the shampoo on your scalp, and you let out a satisfied sigh as his hands massaged your scalp.

“Has it been stressful recently, sun? I know how hard you work before and during the promotions. You’re not on a diet, are you?”

“No, I’m not. It is stressful though—but nothing too bad”

You hummed your response, closing your eyes as you cherished these moments. Moments when nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you.

“Careful, I’m turning on the water to rinse, okay?”

“Okay.”

The water was turned on again, and the shower head was gently directed to your hair, rinsing all the soap away.

“Let me do yours,” you said, as your lover finished cleaning your hair.

Before he could answer, you turned your body to face him, sitting on your knees as the tub was too narrow. You took the shampoo before putting it on his head. As you are massaging his hair, however, Sunoo started giggling.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“No—no, it’s just… you know..”

“I don’t,” you deadpanned.

“It’s just that when you put the shampoo on my hair—your face scrunches up and you looked so adorable, really! It just reminded me how lucky I am to be with you and how much I love you.” He breathed out, before getting shy over his words and burying his head on his hands.

You, on the other hand, almost teared up from his words. It was genuinely so sweet and after all the stress that built up over the past few weeks, these words were just what you needed.

You took his hands out of his face and kissed them, before looking at his eyes in adoration; saying, “I love you so, so much Sunoo. Thank you for being with me.”

No more words needed to be said before he put his hands on your bare waist, pulling you into a soft kiss.

If romance in the tub was how all your showers would go with him, you should start doing this more, no?

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aoicheri · 2 years

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Lazy Mornings & Cuddly Boyfriends - Liu Yangyang

Pairing: Liu Yangyang x gender neutral!reader.

Genre: Fluff, humor, and a lot of cheesiness.

Warnings: Mentions of food.

Word count: 700, give or take.

Requested?: Nope, but this idea has been swirling around in my noggin for a while now.

A/N: Repost from my old account. I did not steal my own work.

Please reblog my fics. Tumblr is based on a system of reblogs and so it pushes my work out astronomically more.

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[7:19 a.m.]

You woke up to the sound of YangYang’s soft snores and soothing heartbeat, his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders and leg strewn across your waist with his head above yours. The sunlight shining in from the window was harsh to your still sleepy eyes, making you snuggle closer to his chest. He stirred a bit, pulling you closer and burying his head into the top of your own.

“G’morning baobei,” he hums, not yet opening his eyes. The remaining sleepiness was evident in his gravelly voice.

“Good morning, Yangie. How’d you sleep?” you somewhat slurred, the sleep not quite leaving you either. You pulled away from his chest slightly to look up at him, and he looked down at you with eyes filled with a mixture of sleepiness and love.

“I slept alright, though you in my arms definitely made it better.” Normally, you’d tease him for being so cheesy, but right in this moment, seeing him give you such a sincerely loving look and his eyes glittering with adoration, you couldn’t help but smile a little. You loved moments like these with Yangyang. The times where, despite your rather playful relationship, you two would talk openly with each other, whether it be about what’s been stressing you out that week, how he can’t quite get the choreography for their upcoming comeback down, or even times like right now, where all you do is talk about how much you really do love one another.

“Good,” you reply, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “I’m glad.” you smile a bit wider, looking him in the eyes before kissing the tip of his nose. You giggled slightly at the way he smiles and scrunches up his nose as his eyes turn into the most beautiful crescents.

“How about you?” he asks, bringing a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear. The eye contact he sustains is enough to make your heart flutter, him still looking at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. “Oh, YangYang,” you thought to yourself, “The things you do to me without even realizing it.”

“I slept okay too, I guess, but I had this weird dream you turned into a German shepherd and everyone just went on like it was normal.” He let out an incredulous laugh at that, making you grin. You loved seeing YangYang happy.

Smile still wide on your face, you begin moving to get up and make breakfast for the two of you. You gasped a bit when you felt YangYang grab your wrist and pull you back down, attaching himself to you like a koala and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “No.”

“No? Yangie I’m trying to make us breakfast.” you said as a chuckle slipped passed your lips.

“No,” YangYang whined, lifting his head to place his forehead against yours and kissing your nose. “Stay in bed with me for a while longer, please? I’m not hungry yet.”

Nodding, you kiss his nose back, smiling softly at how cute your boyfriend can really be behind closed doors.

This time, it’s your turn to bury your head in his neck. You leave a kiss to his collarbone, erupting a small giggle from him. He can feel you smiling against his neck at this, making him grin, himself. He would never admit it to you, but the things he did to your heart were the exact things you did to his. He loves you more than he even knows how to express.

For the next few hours or so, you two stay like that. Some times you just sit in a peaceful silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Others, you’re talking about random things or laughing at a cheesy dad joke or pickup line the other made. Either way, you were both completely entranced in one another, one wrapped around the other’s finger. You wouldn’t give up YangYang for the world, nor would he you.

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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love these reactions!! could i request felix x fem reader of just pure fluff and some making out, they both have hardly any time together (because reader is in another group/itzy?) and so to be in each other's embrace without anyone around is just 🥺✨😩

wrapped up!

a/n. aww sure anon!! thank you for requesting :D sorry it took so long :(( i hope you like it tho!! <33

summary. after long time without seeing each other due to your work as an idol, you and felix finally manage to spend some time together

warnings. fluff fluff fluff!!! mentions of eating, stress, anxiety and lack of sleep tho <\3

the apartment that you and felix shared was awfully quiet. it has been for the past two months, which made your heart ache.

but with him, working on something new with the kids and you, as a leader of your group working on a new comeback was bound to happen. yet you missed him.

you sighed and dropped your bag on the floor and walked up to the fridge. there were some leftovers from the dinner felix made. there was also a small sticky note with "love you!! <3" written on it, which made you smile.

you sat down and chewed on the food, feeling the tiredness hit you like a wave. you slept like two hours today and only ate breakfast. you knew it was unhealthy and you didn’t like the fact that such things started taking place more often. but it was worth it because today you wrapped up the album. all the tracks were done, dances planned. the next part was fun: promoting and practicing. which meant you’ll have more free time.

for yourself. for felix.

you sighed and stood up, placing the dishes in the sink. you’ll do them later. now you just wanted to put on one of felix’s t-shirts and take a quick nap.

as you entered the bedroom, a sight of someone under the covers startled you. but then you realised it’s felix.

you smiled softly, hearing his quiet snores. he must have been tired.

trying your best not to wake him up, you changed into one of his t-shirts (as you originally planned) and some loose sweatpants.

you sighed and decided to lay down next to him, on your side so you can face him. he looked so peaceful while sleeping. there were slight eye bags under his eyes but you knew that you have them too.

you softly brushed strands of his dark hair out of his forehead and smiled. he looked so kissable… you just wanted to cover his face in kisses, but you’ll do that later.

okay, one peck. one peck never hurt nobody, right?

you quickly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, smiling against his skin. when you pulled back you noticed how wrinkles formed around his eyes as he’s trying his best not to smile.

you scoffed and shuffled closer to him, searching for his hands with your own.

felix finally gave in and a huge smile formed on his face while his hand found yours. he immediately interlocked his fingers with yours and gave your hand a small squeeze.

"hi" he whispered, brown eyes looking at you with sparks in them.

"hi" you giggled, cupping his face "how are you?"

"me-? now that i see you, amazing. besides that rather good" he grinned, scrunching his nose. you scoffed, scanning features. god, you missed him. felix, almost like he read your mind, added "i missed you so so much"

"i missed you too, dork. i'm finished with most of the work so i'll be home more often" you smiled and let go of his face, sitting up. felix did the same, leaning against the headboard. his messy, brown hair were sticking in every direction.

"really?! y/n, that's amazing! can i listen to one of the songs...?" felix asked, eyes lighting up with hope. you shuffled onto his lap, hands sneaking their way onto his shoulders.

"hmm... i'll ask my managers. you know i'd show it right away to you if i could... and the dance, too! me and our maknae worked really hard on the choreography. i think it's one of the first dances that we had most of the impact to create, you get me?" you mumbled. felix smiled softly and put his hands on your waist, rubbing circles on your t-shirt (well, his t-shirt).

"i'm really proud of you! i really am. and don't worry if the managers don't allow you to show me something. i'll wait... but let's not talk about work right now, hmm?" felix asked, tilting his head. you nodded, cupping his face again and squishing his cheeks gently.

"agreed. oh, wait, are you hungry--?" you asked but got cut off by his lips on yours. you were taken aback at first but quickly kissed him back, melting into the kiss.

yeah, you missed that too.

as your fingers caressed his cheeks and your lungs were running out of air, you heard your phone buzzing.

felix leaned away, brows furrowing.

"no work" you scoffed, grinning.

his sense of responsibility asked him "what if it's important...?" but all his thoughts flew out the window as soon as you started pepper-kissing his face. nose, forehead, temples, cheeks, eyelids.

"i love you so much" you whispered when you stopped and rested your forehead against his.

"i love you more though" felix teased and now his tender hands were cupping your cheeks "y/n, since we're wrapped up with most of our work... what do you think about small nap?"

"i'd love to. but only if you cuddle me to sleep" you hummed and left his lap, rolling over to your place"

"you don't have to tell me twice" he grinned and in a blink of an eye, his arms were wrapped around your waist. felix nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and for the first time in a long while you fell asleep quickly. with felix by your side.

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#skz scenarios #skz #stray kids #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #felix #skz x reader #skz imagines #felix fluff #yongbok fluff #skz felix #skz soft hours #skz requests

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waywardxrhea · 3 months

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Part Forty-Three: We're in the Endgame Now

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence.

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Word count: 2.2k

An unexpected guest gives Emma the most hope she's had in five years.

One morning a few weeks later Emma and Steve are driving to Brooklyn so they can go to a few bakeries to decide on a cake for the wedding. They are almost to the first bakery when Steve gets a phone call. "Hey Nat," he starts off the call with.

From the driver's side, Emma glances over at Steve and notices his expression of concern at the call, so when he hangs up, she asks, "What's up? Is it something with Clint?"

"No, but you need to turn around and get us to the Compound ASAP," he tells her with a sense of urgency in his voice.

Quickly, Emma hits the brakes and turns the truck in the direction of the Compound. "Is everything okay? Answer carefully, your answer determines how fast I drive."

Steve chuckles at the joke and responds with, "There's been a development and she needs us there yesterday pretty much."

"Got it," Emma replies and puts more pressure on the gas pedal. While she drives, Steve calls the bakeries they had appointments at and apologizes for the cancellation but tells them an emergency came up.

Once they get to the Compound and start to head inside, Emma sees an unfamiliar brown van outside and wonders to herself who it belongs to. They rush into the main conference room to see Natasha sitting at her desk looking exhausted watching a very stressed-out man pacing the room while muttering to himself and eating a sandwich. The man is Scott Lang, the one that Sam and Emma fought all those years ago when Emma first became an Avenger.

When Lang sees Steve, he shouts, "Steve! Cap! Captain. America. Thank God you're here."

"Scott, what's going on?" Steve asks.

Not knowing where to start, Lang starts rambling. "Well what happened was that I was doing a routine trip in and out of the Quantum Realm with Hank and them, but then when I get out it's five years later, my daughter is all grown up, and half the population is gone?"

"Quantum what...? Scott, calm down," Steve tells him, putting his hands up. Lang stops pacing for a few seconds and Steve asks, "Can you go a bit slower?"

"Steve, I've been trying to get him to calm down this whole time," Nat tells him. Emma makes her way over to Natasha and gives her a hug before taking a seat to listen to what Lang has to say.

"Okay," he says and takes a deep breath while running his hands over his face. "Has anyone here studied quantum physics?"

Steve and Emma send each other a confused look while Nat replies with, "Just to make conversation, why?"

With that answer, he runs his hand through his hair and continues with, "All right, so five years ago, right before...before Thanos, I was in a place called the Quantum Realm. It's like its own microscopic universe. To get in you have to be extremely small. Hope...she was my...uh...she was supposed to pull me out of there, but then Thanos happened and she was gone while I got stuck in there."

"Oh wow..." Emma mumbles.

"That must have been a long five years alone in there," Natasha tells him sadly.

"That's the thing," Lang tells her. "For me, it was five hours. The rules of the Quantum Realm are different from the rules here. Everything there is unpredictable."

Steve scrunches his eyebrows and asks, "What are you talking about? That doesn't make sense."

"What I'm saying is that time works differently there, the problem is we can't navigate it. I just...I can't stop thinking about it though, what if we could somehow control the chaos and navigate it? What if there was a way to enter the Quantum Realm at one point and exit at another point in time? Like...like before Thanos."

"Wait hold on, are you talking about a time machine?" Steve asks incredulously. He had officially heard it all with this theory of Lang's...

"No, no, not a time machine. It's more like a...uh..." Emma and Nat raise their eyebrows and give each other a look that Lang notices. He sighs and admits, "Yeah like a time machine...it's crazy, I know, but I just...I can't stop thinking about it."

"Scott," Natasha interrupts him. "I get emails from a raccoon, nothing is crazy anymore."

"So who do we talk to about this?" Lang asks.

Emma, Steve, and Nat give each other a look, knowing who they need to get in contact with. Emma is the first to speak up, saying, "Stark." She pauses and adds, "He isn't gonna like us coming asking for this though. He hasn't said anything to me since the day they signed me back on and Pepper is usually MIA too which is understandable, they wanna have a normal life but..."

"I get that he wants a normal life, but this is the first lead we've had in years," Natasha tells her. "We have to at least try."

"Nat's right," Steve agrees.

"Well then let's get going!" Lang shouts with a smile on his face.

So the four of them head out to Nat's car to drive to Tony and Pepper's. Steve and Nat sit in the front and discuss the plan of what to say to Tony while Emma and Lang make small talk in the backseat. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't say anything, but I just thought I'd apologize for what happened between us before," he tells Emma.

Knowing that he was talking about what happened with her, him, and Sam and knowing that Sam never wanted Steve to know, Emma tries to cut him off from elaborating on the story more with a quick, "Oh no worries."

"No, really, I feel bad that I ruined your things and-"

Emma makes a motion for him to cut it out and this is when Steve takes notice of the conversation happening in the back. He looks in the rearview mirror at Emma and smirks, asking, "What's going on back there, is everything okay?" To up the ante, he adds, "Scott, you haven't met Emma yet, have you? She's my fiancee."

Lang scrunches his eyebrows and replies, "Well I haven't interacted with her in a long time, but-"

Emma quickly steps in with, "Yeah, it's been a crazy day so far, we haven't had time to talk until now."

Lang finally gets the drift and looks to Steve and asks, "Oh so she doesn't know you know does she?"

Steve chuckles as Emma asks, "What doesn't she know you know?"

"That I know what happened between you, Sam, and Scott," Steve replies.

Emma's jaw drops and she asks, "So he told you? Damnit, Wilson, I was gonna take that secret to the grave with me!"

"He did in fact tell me," Steve says. "I hear Scott here totally kicked your ass."

Emma scoffs and defends herself, saying, "Not to speak ill of the dead, but Sam totally got whooped worse than I did!"

"That's just because you're more of a long-range fighter. My skills are more close range," Lang tells Emma. She laughs and after that, the whole car engages in the talk about the plan to convince Tony to help them out with their idea.

Before they know it they reach the Stark property. As they pull up and get out of the car they see Tony carrying a now roughly five-year-old Morgan in his arms. At the sight of everyone, Tony sends Morgan inside so she doesn't have to be a part of the conversation. Emma follows Steve and Natasha up to where Tony is and can tell Tony doesn't look happy to see them all, as she expected.

Once Morgan is inside, Steve, Natasha, Emma, and Lang meet Tony on the porch to discuss what happened to Lang as well as his idea. After explaining the rough concept, Lang tells Tony, "I...I know, it sounds crazy but..."

Trying to encourage Tony to help, Steve adds, "Tony, after everything you've seen throughout the years, is anything really impossible?"

At this, Tony starts mouthing off some scientific terms that go straight over Emma's head. She tries not to show her confusion so they have a better chance at getting help though. He ends his statement with, "In layman's terms, you're not coming home."

"Lang did," Emma retorts.

"No," Tony says sternly, pointing a finger at Emma and then focusing his attention back on Lang. "He accidentally survived. There's a huge difference there."

"But," Emma tries to get in, getting desperate for help getting everyone back.

"It's a billion to one cosmic fluke and now you want to do a...what are you guys calling it?"

"A...a time heist?" Lang replies.

"Of course! Why didn't we think of this before some of us tried to move on with our lives? Oh right, because it's laughable and impossible."

Steve interrupts his snarky comments and tells him, "The stones are in the past. If we go back we can get them."

Natasha piggybacks on his statement, saying, "Then we snap our own fingers and bring everyone back."

"Or we screw it up more than it already is," Tony smarts back.

"I don't think we would," Steve retorts.

"I gotta say, I did miss that giddy optimism. Say, Baker, tell me this: is he always like this even at home? Taking charge, trying to be the optimist in everything?"

"If it wasn't for Steve's optimism and support I wouldn't be standing here right now, so I'd watch it if I were you, Stark," Emma replies, getting fed up with his attitude.

Tony puts his hands up and continues his thoughts with, "Well even with all of that optimism, having high hopes won't help if there's no possible way to go through with your idea. If we try, I think we all die."

"Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel!" Lang chimes in. "You know, no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Scott," Tony tells him, putting up his hand. He leans forward in his chair and asks, "Are you really going to sit there and tell me that your plan to bring back half the population of the universe is based on Back to the Future?"

Lang scoffs and replies, "What? No!"

Emma rolls her eyes as she turns to lean on the railing and lets out a quiet sigh of frustration. Steve subtly steps back to where she is and rubs her arm to comfort her and help her destress before she blows up on Tony.

Natasha finally speaks up and tells him, "Tony. We have to take a stand."

"We did take a stand five years ago and look where we are now," he replies.

Lang looks at Tony and then glances inside, saying, "Look, I know you have a lot on the line here. You've got a wife and a daughter, but I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. But now...now we have a chance to bring them all back and you're telling me that you won't even try?"

"That's right, Scott, I can't."

The frustration building up inside of Emma finally comes to a tipping point and she whips around to give Tony an earful but then Morgan comes back out onto the porch and jumps into Tony's lap telling him that she came there to rescue him. Not wanting Morgan to have to witness arguing like she did as a child, Emma balls up her fist and bites her cheek. Steve takes her balled-up fist and eases his hand into hers and squeezes to let her know she did the right thing in not yelling at him.

Tony picks Morgan up and informs everyone that the table is set for everyone, and Steve in a last-ditch attempt to sway him says, "Look, I get it. I'm happy that you have this life now, but this...this is a second chance. We have to take it."

"This is my second chance," Tony tells him and kisses Morgan's shoulder. He then nods his head at Emma and says, "And there's your second chance. I don't see what the problem is here."

"The problem is-" Steve tries but is interrupted.

"Ah, ah. If you don't talk shop you can stay for lunch. Otherwise..." Tony tells him before heading inside with Morgan.

"I guess we'll be on our way then," Steve replies and starts to walk back to the car they came in.

"Darn, I was hoping for a meal," Lang mumbles as they walk back.

As they get into the back seat, Emma tells him, "When we get back I can cook whatever you'd like. Maybe if we get some food in us we can think better."

Lang nods but then looks to the front seat and says to Steve, "We aren't giving up, are we? We need this to happen."

"No we aren't stopping, but we need to do this right, and to do that we're gonna need a really big brain..."

Lang looks at him and scrunches his eyebrows, asking, "Bigger than Tony Stark's?"

"I have someone in mind," Natasha replies and pulls out her phone to try and get a hold of Bruce Banner.

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ijustwant2write · 2 years

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Hands-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @imaginethisimaginethat)

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Summary: Hands are every artists worst nightmare, it’s always best to have a real model for help.

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, slight smut

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Benedict was frustrated as he crumpled up another piece of paper from his sketch book, angrily throwing it towards the bin, only for it to mock him as it bounced off the rim. He let out a big huff, staring the the blank book in his lap. He lightly tapped his pencil against his head, as if it would help him suddenly be able to draw. And what did he want to draw? A hand.

Hands seemed to be the bane of his existence when it came to his artwork. He couldn't understand why they were so hard to draw. How could he capture every emotion and bit of soul of a person when he drew a pair of eyes, but the hands he drew looked like a twisted and wilting tree? Perhaps he had been staring at the pages for too long, he thought, rubbing at his eyes.

"Benedict?" his wife's voice called out down the hall.

This instantly lifted his spirits, carelessly dropping the book and pencil onto the table before following the sound of his (Y/N)'s angelic voice. She was facing away from him when he spotted her, quickly approaching from behind and wrapping his arms around her torso. She squealed at first, startled at the gesture until she realised it was Benedict.

"You gave me a fright." she laughed, her eyes scrunching up and smile widening as he peppered kisses on her neck, it tickled.

He let go of her to spin her around, wanting to see her beautiful face."I'm sorry, I had to take the opportunity."

"I am only joking with you my love." she beamed."I have missed you today."

He leaned his head down, slowly kissing her."I have missed you more."

He took her hand, guiding her to the front room and to the lounger big enough for the two of them. (Y/N) was pulled into his chest as they snuggled up, feeling content now that they were reunited.

"How was your ladies lunch?" Benedict asked, pressing another gentle kiss to her head.

“It was lovely, darling. I haven't seen some of my friends in so long. Lily is getting married soon, we should be receiving invites any day, and I could not believe how big Fleur has become with child!"

"Isn't the baby due soon?"

"Yes, they believe it will be a boy."

Benedict's arm that was wrapped around her waist subconsciously made it's way to her stomach."Perhaps we too will be in the same situation in the near future."

"Only if we keep trying." she cheekily glanced up at him.

"We will try for as much and for as long as we like." he whispered into her ear, sending shudders down her spine.

(Y/N) took a shaky breath before speaking."Nothing else eventful happened today, just a group of women gossiping around tea and cakes."

"It still sounds like a nice day." he hadn't meant to sound so down.

"Oh, has something happened today?" (Y/N) sat up to look at him.

He smiled at her concern."No, nothing darling."

"Something is on your mind, or it was bothering you before I came home."

"You do make all my stress melt away."

"Enough with the sweet compliments my love. Tell me."

He looked at her, not wanting to take attention away from their blissful moment. It wasn't as if his problem was the end of the world, he was acting like a child if anything. However, his wife would only worry until he told her. He too sat up straighter, holding her hands.

"I just...got frustrated with how I drew today." he explained.

"Oh Ben," (Y/N) sadly smiled,"what were you struggling with?"

"I could not for the life of me draw a hand. Or even a finger. Or a fingernail!"

She brushed away some hair dangling in front of his forehead."I can understand why they are hard to draw."

"You do?"

"Well, everyone's hands are different. Some are small, some are big, there are thin ones where you can see the bones protruding, then there are those which you can't; people also have different nail lengths and shapes, and not to mention all of the life lines and any scarring or marks that may adorn them."

"Which explains why I was struggling."

"Practice can sometimes take time. What we're you copying from?"

He hesitated to answer."Memory. I looked at my own hands too but that didn't work."

"You needed a life model."

"Yes."

"Well now you have one."

"Hm?"

"Well who better to model for you than your own dear wife?"

They grinned at each other as (Y/N) stood, pulling Benedict to stand too. She quickly pecked his lips, then gestured for him to lead the way. He had a firm grip on her hand, hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself and would somewhat succeed at his next attempt.

(Y/N) noticed the pile of balled up paper in or surrounding the bin. She felt sad for a moment, knowing he was so passionate about his work and that this was just a tiny hurdle in his pursuit to artistry. (Y/N) pressed down on Benedict's shoulders, making him sit in the chair behind him. She handed him his book and pencil before pulling a chair up in front of him.

"How would you like me?"

Benedict smirked.

(Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes."My hands."

He had tried to hold back a laugh but couldn't. Although (Y/N) was also trying not to laugh, she let it out as she jokingly smacked him his his book.

"I'm sorry." Benedict only just managed to say.

The couple tried to calm themselves, becoming poised again. Benedict relaxed back into the chair, studying (Y/N) and how he thought she could help, yet his mind was still clouded by the suggested topic they had just laughed about.

"Rest your elbow on the table." he instructed. (Y/N) did so."Now lift your lower arm and just have a relaxed hand."

(Y/N) watched Benedict as he decided whether it was right or not. She had been holding in a breath until his pencil hit the paper, trying to relax into the pose. Why was she suddenly feeling hot under her dress? She could feel her skin burning, and it crept up from her chest, to her neck, to her face. It wasn't as if she hadn't been under his intense and alluring gaze before, especially in...other situations together, so why was her husband studying and drawing her so intimidating?

Benedict admittedly didn't want to draw his wife in that moment. He wanted something more to do with her body, not jot it down on a piece of paper. He noticed how she was slightly squirming in her seat, she couldn't hold eye contact for more than two seconds. She was flustered, exactly how he liked her; he liked knowing that he still had an effect on her, and she certainly did on him. Although he could have thrown the damn book across the room without a second thought, he wondered how long he could play this out for, even if it was painful for him too.

They both sat in complete silence, the scraping of the lead on the paper was the only sound in the room. Though Benedict could have sworn he heard (Y/N)'s breathing getting sharper.

"Is it going well my love?" her throat was unexpectedly dry.

"Yes. I think you were right, I just needed the right model." he proudly put down his pencil, turning around the book with a smile.

(Y/N) lowered her hand, smiling when she saw how well he had done."Oh Benedict! It's perfect, you had no need to doubt yourself."

"It's just like you said," he set down the book, leaning forward to once again hold her modelling hand,"every hand is different. I see these delicate hands everyday, and yet, there was so much I didn't know about them."

His fingers were slowly caressing her hand, tickling her as he ran his fingertips around it in no particular pattern.

"Hm?" she could only just make out.

"You have a freckle here that I did not notice. You have quite long life lines, if I were a palm reader, you would be receiving very good news. And your ring fits ever so perfectly onto your finger."

He placed a very tender kiss to her hand, and (Y/N) melted. As he raised his head, their faces were only just apart, which Benedict changed, kissing her just as gently as he had kissed her hand. His hand slipped to hold the back of her head, but there was no list or urge to start this, it was steady, it was almost teasing but in the best way possible. They couldn't deny that they had a burning love for one another, and they weren't afraid to show it.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever drawn and set eyes upon, (Y/N) Bridgerton." he breathed out.

"I love you."

"I love you." he stood, raising (Y/N) to her feet.

With hands tightly clasped again, they actually took their time walking to their chambers, gazing into each others eyes so much that it was a miracle they were walking in a straight line. This wasn't naughty, or sinful, or just a want, this was love, and love could be shown in the biggest and smallest gestures.

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moonlit-jeno · 3 years

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pairing: lee jeno x fem reader

genre: explicit sexual content | omegaverse | heat sex | unprotected sex | some name calling

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“Your heat’s coming up.” Jeno says, point blank in between bites of his apple. You just nod, taking a break from your notes to side eye him. It’s not odd for him to know intimate details of your life- you do make sure to keep him updated on your cycle just so that he can send you the notes for the days you miss - but it’s not exactly a common subject for the two of you. “Who are you spending it with?”

There are still 13 powerpoint slides for you to grind through, but you figure a small break won’t hurt. Might as well use the conversation topic for something good, aka a reason to slam your laptop shut. You turn to Jeno, giving your best friend your full attention, and take the iced coffee right out of his hand. He doesn’t protest. “No idea. Would call Jaemin but he’s ‘found the one’ or something, so I’ll probably just spend it by myself.”

“By yourself?” Jeno’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as if you’ve just admitted to committing a sin. It’s not like the concept isn’t unheard of, there’s a market full of toys to help you through it. “Isn’t that dangerous?” You shrug and take a sip of the coffee, offering him your smoothie in exchange. He takes a sip and then bites down on your straw. His entire face scrunches and he yanks his face away from the beverage. He pulls the straw up, inspecting the now soggy and dented object with disgust. “Fuck, what is this made out of?”

“Paper.” You huff a laugh out through your nose, taking your smoothie back. “And I mean, it’s not any more dangerous than spending your heat with the wrong person. Plus, my heats get kind of… intense.” If Jaemin sleeping for three days straight and limping after is anything to go by, both parties take the short end of the stick. You’d felt so bad after and apologized to him profusely, but he had just thrown you his signature dazzling grin and told you that drowning in pussy was exactly the way he envisioned himself dying. He definitely didn’t complain about the brownies you’d baked him as a ‘thank you’, though.

“Spend your heat with me.” The bold request has your brain malfunctioning, at a loss for where to even start reacting to his statement. You just stare at him, mouth opening and closing repeatedly while he returns the gaze earnestly. “Look, it makes sense, right? I know you better than anyone, and you already trust me. Plus if they’re as intense as I’ve heard they are, you need someone there.”

You frown, opening your laptop up and staring blankly at the screen just to avoid having to look at Jeno. It does make sense to have him there with you, and it’s not like he’s the worst person to have sex with. Plenty of people around campus have delighted in talking about their nights with Jeno, dreamily telling you how lucky you are to have him and falling deaf to your insistence that the two of you aren’t like that. Plus, you’re not blind and even if you’re not the cute couple everyone thinks you are, you can admit that he’s hot.

“Wait, hang on. What do you mean ‘heard’ about? What shit is Na Jaemin saying?” Jeno’s shoulders shake with his laughter at your sudden concern. “I mean, he didn’t say anything, but that was kind of the problem. He didn’t show up to practice for like a week and when he finally did, he looked like he’d been mauled. Coach had to bench him.”

Your heart drops slightly at hearing that Jaemin’s soccer had been affected. He hadn’t told you that. “Oh.” The guilt must show on your face because Jeno is quickly soothing you, making sure to tell you that they all found Jaemin’s state funny. “Okay, wait. Wouldn’t you have the same problem if you help me?”

“It’s off-season. So, what do you say?” Jeno waits for your response expectantly, eyes soft, curious. “You can say no, y/n. I don’t want to pressure you at all, I’m just letting you know that it’s an option.” “I’ll think about it.” And you do. A concerning amount.

You spend that night tossing and turning, trying and failing to shut your brain off. Worries about ruining your friendship and about hurting Jeno bounce around your brain no matter how much you try to stop thinking about it. What if something bad happens during it? What if you never talk again? And worst of all is your brain telling you that he doesn’t actually want you specifically, he just wants to be with an omega in heat. You’re just convenient.

That thought actually makes you cry and you wrap your blankets even tighter around yourself, sobbing weakly into your pillows. In an effort to distract your wandering mind you grab for your phone, opening instagram to find an influx of dm’s from Jeno. It calms you a bit, the messages ranging from cute dogs to absolutely cursed memes, and you smile softly at the reminder that he’s your best friend, and that he definitely cares about you. Biting your lip, you hesitate for only a few moments before typing out a “you can help”, hitting send before you can second guess it. You lock your phone and set it face down on the dresser, thankfully finding sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

It’s hot when you wake up, clothes clinging to your skin uncomfortably. Peeling your shirt off only gives you relief for a moment but then the sticky heat is back full force. You whimper in misery, trying to snuggle back into your bed for at least some comfort, but you find that the corner of your fitted sheet has come up, the rest of your blankets on the floor. There’s only one pillow near you and it’s soaked in sweat. You panic slightly, frantically yanking your sheets back onto the bed and trying to fluff them up as much as possible, only calming down once the bedding has been fixed to your liking. Only once you’ve settled down in the plushness of your blankets do you have a moment of clarity.

“Oh shit.” You shoot up and search for your phone, dropping it once before finally managing to open the correct app. There’s a few messages from Jeno that you don’t bother looking at, going straight for the ‘call’ button. He picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?” He sounds groggy, like he’s just woken up, and a flash of heat runs through you at the low tone. “Why are you calling me at 5 a.m?”

You manage to stop fantasizing about your best friend long enough to choke out the word “Heat.” It comes out pathetic and whiny and you pause to clear your throat, trying to keep a clear head as well. “I’m sorry, my heat came early and I wanted to call you but you can go back to bed, I didn’t realize-”

“Fuck, okay, I’ll be over in 10.” Jeno cuts off your rambling with a swear, some rustling in the background accompanying his words.

“Thank you.” You whisper, setting the phone down and curling up in bed, trying not to focus on how agonizingly slow the time is passing.

Jeno’s looking down at his shoes when you open the door, kicking idly at the door mat and fidgeting with the bag in his hands, though his head snaps up when he notices you. The smile on his face falters when he inhales, turns a little strained as he gets a taste of your heat, and you honestly give him props for the amount of restraint he has. It’s definitely more than you have, at least, because you’re on him the second he’s inside. He ends up sandwiched between you and the door, bag dangling precariously in one hand while he envelopes you in his strong arms. You don’t (can’t) do anything besides bury your face in his chest and whimper, knowing exactly what you want but being too needy and fuzzy to remedy it.

“Jeno, it hurts.” You whimper and lift your face to nose along the skin just above the collar of his shirt, finding that while the skin to skin contact helps, it doesn’t fully relieve the heat scorching through you, the dull ache screaming for Jeno to take you already. “Please…” He holds you closer to his chest, encasing you fully in his scent, and picks you up bridal style. “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”

Being around Jeno does help to ease your stress, but it also serves to make you needier. The warm scent that you’ve grown to associate with the man is stronger than you’ve ever smelled it and it’s making you lose your mind more and more by the second. You’re worried that you’re drooling by the time he sets you down on your bed. He pauses to drop the bag he’s holding on the floor, and then he’s on top of you, strong arms caging you in.

The first kiss is soft, chaste. It would be cute if you weren’t so fucking needy, but you are and it’s just not enough. Unsatisfied, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, nipping at his bottom lip and tilting your head to the side to get a deeper angle. A groan rumbles in his chest and he returns the kiss with more intensity, trying to take control again. You don’t let him, even if every instinct in your body is screaming at you to just submit.

Jeno shifts on top of you, scooting so that he can fully lay down between your legs. You wrap your limbs around him on instinct, pulling him as close as you possibly can and- oh. The close proximity means that you feel everything when he grinds down, and the feeling of having him so close to where you need him has any semblance of control that you had draining out of your body. You gasp pitifully, annoyance clawing at you from the amount of fabric blocking you from what you want.

“Please,” You almost sob, tugging at his shirt while trying to grind your lower half against his, the pressure of his cock against your center making your eyes roll. Jeno pulls back to yank his shirt off and then he’s back, hands sliding down your body to your panties, tugging the fabric down as far as he can before he growls in frustration and just rips the fabric in half.

“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jeno moans in awe, breaking the kiss yet again to marvel at your pussy. “Bet I could just slip right in.” He drags his fingers through the slick on your upper thighs, eyes glued between your legs. You’re just about to complain when he finally presses his fingers into you. The initial relief has you moaning sweetly, though it quickly turns to impatient pleas for his cock. You clench around his fingers, reaching a hand down to palm over where he strains against his sweats.

“I need you to fuck me.” You beg, looking at him with what you hope is a convincing expression. “Please Jen, I need you.” “You have me.” He promises you, flicking his wrist faster, curling his fingers just right. “I’m right here baby.” It’s sweet, and under normal circumstances it would be enough, but right now it’s not what you need and the frustration has you on the brink of tears.

You buck your hips and try to arch up as if it’ll magically make him slip in, but Jeno remains as patient and controlled as ever. It’s too hot and every part of your body is screaming for him to fuck you, for him to claim you, and his refusal is killing you. “Alpha please, I need you.”

He absolutely snarls, pinning down your wriggling body with one hand around your throat. The other hand stays between your legs where it continues to strike pleasure into every single nerve ending you have, adding to the fire already coursing through your veins. “What you need is to take what your Alpha’s giving you. You’re not in charge here, okay?” With his face pressed so close to yours you have no choice but to make direct eye contact, staring straight into the most intense gaze you’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown out so wide that his eyes are almost black. Unable to tear your eyes away and as if in a trance, you find yourself nodding. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Good girl. Now listen to your Alpha and cum.”

It happens almost instantaneously, as if his words were directly connected to a trigger, your body exploding just as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your entire body locks up, mind going blank as the immense pleasure takes hold of you, leaving you clawing at his back and screaming silently into the air.

The orgasm only serves to thicken the haze in your mind, clouding any thoughts that aren’t related to the Alpha above you and his cock. It takes a moment for your eyes to finally come back into focus enough to make out your surroundings, and you’re greeted by the sight of Jeno with his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence off of his digits. You’re burning so hot, so much hotter than you think you’ve been before, and it’s hard for you to function. All you can think about is his cock.

“Please,” You beg, swatting at him weakly. “Alpha please, I need you so bad.”

There’s no way that Jeno isn’t being affected by the pheromones clouding the air, but he manages to appear unbothered, his actions rough but nowhere near as desperate as yours. He just laughs lightly at your begging. “Aww, baby needs me?” The rhetorical question is punctuated by a slap, his hand coming down on your pussy hard enough to draw a yelp from you, thighs closing on his hand in a conflicting attempt to relieve the pressure from the hit and keep his hand on your cunt. He laughs meanly and pulls his hand away, drawing back slightly to spit onto your already soaking pussy, rubbing the spit into your skin while he talks. “This pussy belongs to me, yeah? You’re mine now.” Jeno leans down, mouth at your neck so that he can bite at the skin. “That means that I can do whatever I want with you.” You can’t speak, can’t even begin to think about what you should say in this situation. He presses a kiss to your jaw before pulling back and uses his free hand to turn your head so that you make eye contact with him. “Tell Alpha what you need.” “Need Alpha in me.” You beg, plead, flipping yourself over onto your hands and knees and arching your back, presenting yourself to him. “Need your knot, need you to fill me up, breed me, Alpha please-” Your sentence is cut off by his cock slamming into you, the filthy sound being drowned out by his groan. You gasp in relief, breathy thank you’s leaving you with each powerful thrust he delivers. His cock stretches you out so well, makes you go dizzy with the relief of finally having him in you. Your elbows give out nearly instantly, your chest hitting the mattress, and Jeno takes instant advantage of the new position to pull your hips even higher into the air.

It’s so good- almost too good- and it leaves you drooling and clawing at the sheets. All you can focus on is how well he’s fucking you, how he’s going to fill you up so well, breed you like he was meant to.

You scream when he pulls out, alarm bells going off as your body instantly protests. It only lasts a second though, Jeno’s hands never leaving your body as he flips you onto your back.

“Couldn’t see you,” Jeno pants out, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth and pushing back in, returning back to the brutal rhythm he had before. It has your eyes rolling in your head at how fucking good he feels. “My pretty baby, taking everything I give her.”

He’s got you so fucked out that you don’t even realize your tongue is hanging out of your mouth until he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it out even more. “You love my cock, hmm? You love everything I give you.” The pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, the sensation making your toes curl and tears slide down your cheeks. “Such a fucking needy omega, isn’t that right?” He tugs on your tongue, your head following his actions as he leads you into nodding.

Jeno laughs and lets go of your tongue, dropping his face down to kiss at your neck. He sucks mark after mark into your skin, licking over each one to soothe it after, until he finally gets to your most sensitive, vulnerable spot. Even just the feeling of him close to your mating mark has your entire body aching for it, your neck craning to the side and pushing into his touch. The leverage you get from your legs wrapped around his waist has him pushing even deeper into you and you can feel his knot at your entrance, not quite fully swollen but definitely getting there. It has you absolutely keening, the thought of being so totally owned making you desperate.The sweet drag of his cock along your walls paired with the absolute filth he’s spewing has your body locking up with no warning, your orgasm ripping through you. You arch off the bed, the action only pushing you further onto his cock.

“God y/n, fuck!” Jeno curses, slamming his hips into you with even more force, his knot popping into your entrance and forcing the neediest sound you’ve ever made to leave your lips. You desperately wrap your limbs around him, trying to get him even closer, digging your heels into his ass to push him further inside. He grinds his hips against you one, two, three more times before he shudders, teeth clamping down right on your sweet spot as he comes. Jeno seems to come forever, filling you up with delicious warmth, making your body purr in satisfaction. He finally comes down, having the clarity of mind to tip the two of you onto your sides so that he doesn’t crush you when he collapses. He still tugs you close, arm thrown around your body possessively, his chin resting atop of your head.

“Told you it was intense.” You laugh out, trying to break the silence in the room. The heat’s subsided for now, but you’re still barely in your mind, and you have no idea how long the break will last.

He huffs out a laugh, chest shaking against you. “I understand Jaemin now.” His hand pets over your back, sliding up to the back of your neck and scratching lightly at the skin there. “You alright?” “Mhmm, yeah. Perfect.” His fingertips press lightly against the mating mark, sending sparks shooting down your spine, and it has your head spinning. You try to adjust yourself against him in an effort to keep your cool, but moving has his cock shifting inside of you and you sleepily grind against him, not thinking. Jeno hisses and tightens his grip on you to keep you still, but the way he grabs your leg has him shifting inside of you and pressing against all the right places. Heat floods through you and your grinding turns more urgent.

“Ohgod,” You moan, finding enough strength to push Jeno flat on his back. Your body has a mind of its own and you find yourself bouncing desperately on his cock. His knot has you locked into place and you’re barely able to move, but you can still swirl and grind your hips against him, feel the delicious friction of his knot against your entrance. “Alpha, it feels so good.”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucking knotdrunk, hmm? Can’t get enough.” Jeno shakes his head, laughs in a way that’s meant to mock you but it comes out strained. His hands are heavy on your ass, squeezing and slapping to feel the way it jiggles, to feel the way you clench around him with every hit. You throw your head back and let him do as he pleases, losing yourself entirely in how full you feel, in how good his knot feels in you. He buries his face into your chest, moving one hand from your ass to play with your tits, his mouth wasting no time in marking the delicate skin up.

“Shit baby, gonna make me cum again.” His lips seal over your mating mark again in a sloppy kiss and that’s exactly the final push that you need, your eyes rolling back and your tongue lolling out as your cunt spasms around him, orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. Jeno groans as well, hand flying to your back to pull you as close as possible, and his knot pulses inside of you as you swear you feel more cum shoot out.

He shudders against you, tight grip finally relaxing, though he still keeps you anchored to his chest. You follow suit, collapsing against him. A tired moan leaves you and you let yourself relax, lips absentmindedly mouthing at his skin. His hand pets your back soothingly, touch heavy and sluggish, and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his lips on your forehead.

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Beach

pairing: boyfriend!idol!yonghee x non-idol!fem!reader

genre: sickening fluff, smut (minors gtfo)

words: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!yonghee, fem-bodied!reader, mentions of yonghee working too hard, mentions of water and the ocean, yonghee abs hehe (the yabs, if you will), body worship, slight marking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), semi-public oral sex, cum eating (sorta?), basically they're in love and we're all sad about it lol

requested: why yes indeed

a/n: my beautiful @shwazzberryswriting, this one is for you! sorry it took so long, life has been stinky recently lol. I hope you all enjoy this, I'm down bad for cix and I! fucking! love! them! keep an eye out for more yonghee, I've got a big one in the works 😈🖤

“Seriously, why did I let you convince me to do this?”

You giggled at the distress in Yonghee’s voice as waves soaked his pants up to his knees. His fingers gripped yours hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind. You held his hands with equal strength as you walked backwards through the surf, appreciating the warm sunlight on your face.

“You know you would much rather be here than in a meeting right now.” You replied to his rhetorical question. You savored the mild breeze that stirred the roots of your hair, coming in from the sea.

Yonghee grumbled something unintelligible at this, but you knew he agreed with you. His meeting at the company was important, but you’d managed to wrangle the other boys into covering for him so you could take your boyfriend to the beach. He worked so hard all the time, you knew the stress had to be getting to him—surely the company would survive with Yonghee gone for an afternoon.

“I should have just taken my pants off,” he lamented when rogue waves once again splashed up his legs.

“No one would complain about that.”

Yonghee rolled his eyes and you grinned. “Yeah, yeah. I swear you only want me for my body.”

You pretended to be offended and he laughed at the expression on your face. You rotated so you were facing the same direction as Yonghee, touching only at your hand still dwarfed in his. He smiled softly down at you, his eyes sparkling in the midday sun.

Your heart squeezed. Yonghee could joke all he wanted about you lusting after him, but nothing could describe the genuine affection you held for the boy. Since the beginning of your relationship last November, it was like your entire center of gravity had shifted.

He was unbearably sweet and considerate, probably the kindest human being you’d ever met. You still had trouble conceptualizing that he was yours, as you were his.

And in truth, though you joked about wanting Yonghee, nothing had happened between the two of you yet. You were content to take it slow if that was what he wished, though you had started wondering in recent weeks if his outlook on the matter was changing. His absentminded touches across your hair or back had turned lingering, and sometimes you caught him staring at you a little too long.

Your attention was drawn from your thoughts when Yonghee’s hand tightened on yours. You glanced up at him and your cheeks heated when you found him already looking at you. He smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“What was that for?” You scrunched your nose.

“Sometimes I wonder where you go in that little head of yours.” Yonghee released your linked hands so he could throw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. “What were you thinking about?”

Your cheeks were painfully hot now. “Nothing, nothing. Just glad I’m here with you.”

Yonghee scoffed softly but didn’t call you on your half-lie. He just walked with you through the surf, stopping only to roll his pants all the way above his knees. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he repeated the action for you. His fingertips trailed over your bare calves, raising chills.

You thought you both looked a little ridiculous with your pants rolled up so high, but Yonghee looked so content to be in the waves without getting them wet that you didn’t mention it. This was why you had chosen to bring him here, after all. He had access to basically everywhere, but how often did he have time to just be outside? No schedule, no cameras, just him.

He gazed out at the ocean as you watched him. You had the insane urge to poke the sweet mole beneath his eye with your finger. Or maybe the tip of your tongue.

Jeez, cool it. You silently chastised yourself, accidentally making your cheeks warm again.

You watched the idea slowly forming on Yonghee’s face long before he actually did anything. His eyes narrowed, just barely, as he watched the surf bubbling around your feet. His bottom lip jutted out in a subtle pout, then the corners curled upwards in a secret smile.

You had just opened your mouth to say something when he sprung away from you without warning. The world slowed as Yonghee kicked the wave washing up onto the beach. The spray soaked your front and you screeched in surprise.

He stood there for a moment, just watching with wide eyes as laughter bubbled from your chest. You looked down at your soaked front. Your faded jeans were darkened to navy, your white shirt nearly see-through.

“Oh, you…” identical grins formed on both of your faces as you each dared the other to move first. “You are dead meat, pretty boy.”

Yonghee released a sound that could only be described as pure, unbridled joy as he turned and ran. You sprinted after him, still shin-deep in the surf. He laughed breathlessly, looking back at you over his shoulder every couple seconds.

God, he was fast. Stupid, ridiculous long legs.

He stooped and used both arms to splash water in your direction. You couldn’t be bothered to stop running to avoid it—you wouldn’t have been able to check your speed anyway. So you ran through the cascade of saltwater he sent flying at you, cackling as you ran around him.

Yonghee was up and following you in a second. And you realized immediately that this had been a mistake.

Because the very fast, stupidly long-legged boy was now chasing you.

You screeched, adrenaline bursting inside you as Yonghee easily caught up with you. His arms wound tightly around your waist, half-lifting you out of the water as you kicked the air.

Your flailing feet managed to meet the water again, showering you both in the spray. Yonghee released you at last and you turned to face him.

You were both drenched, crusted in drying salt and sand alike. His hair hung into his eyes, water dripping onto his cheeks as he grinned down at you.

He took a wet strand of your hair between his fingers and laughed. “You’re soaked.”

“Whose fault is that?” You playfully shoved his chest and tried not to think about the lean muscle you felt beneath your palms.

Yonghee caught your wrists in his hands and held them against him. You raised onto your tip-toes so he could press a soft kiss to your mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and the sea, and even if you would taste it for the rest of your life, you would never be able to get enough.

He allowed you to teasingly push him away this time. You bunched his wet shirt in your hands and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“We can’t send you back to the company looking like this, you know.”

He peered down at himself, using the opportunity to shake his wet hair in your face. He raised his head and looked up and down the beach. Other than the two of you, it was deserted.

Yonghee stepped away and walked a little ways uphill, out of the reach of the waves. And then, your sweet boyfriend did the unthinkable.

He grasped the hem of his shirt and shucked it off with a muted slurp.

You stared in stunned silence, more than aware that your jaw was hanging open. His back was leanly-muscled and tan, scattered with occasional moles that matched the one beneath his eye. Beautiful didn’t dare do him justice.

Yonghee turned and the smile on his face faded a bit upon seeing your expression. “What happened?” He asked, his voice colored with concern.

You pieced your sanity back together long enough to answer. “Uh, you… took your shirt… off.”

You were a genius for that one, truly.

He turned to face you fully and your stomach clenched. Yonghee was far more toned than you expected, regardless that you already knew he was a dancer. Of course he was fit. Though the breeze was balmy at worst, there were faint chills covering Yonghee’s skin beneath your gaze, his nipples peaked like he was cold.

“Your turn.”

That snapped you out of your trance. “Huh?”

Yonghee gave you his usual sweet smile, but there was a glint in his eyes that you had only seen a few times before. Namely, the instances you’d caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

“We can lay them out on the sand to dry.” He explained. “If you dragged me all the way out here, we might as well stay to enjoy the sun.”

You rolled your eyes. Despite the fact that his idea was a good one for logical reasons, your tummy was now painfully warm.

As he had, you grasped the hem of your shirt and quickly tugged it off before you could change your mind. You were left only in your white bra, a simple number with a tiny bow between your breasts, but Yonghee’s eyes widened.

He swallowed thickly. Wordlessly, he took your wet shirt and laid it out beside his on the sand. You stood awkwardly, a little unsure what to do with yourself, and resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

Yonghee approached again until there was less than a foot between your bare skin and his. “Are you… okay?” He breathed, his voice strained.

“Yes.”

You watched his expression as his eyes drifted away from your face. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, his hand lifted so his fingertips could drift over your stomach. Warmth pooled in your core at the sensation, his touch feather-light and still a little wet with seawater.

His fingers trailed higher, leaving chills in their wake, until he toyed with the bow between your breasts.

“Yonghee?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

Yonghee’s eyes snapped up to your face again. Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxed a bit when he saw your smile, but the hand which had been timidly exploring fell to his side.

“Sorry.” He breathed. “You’re just… stunning.”

Fondness swelled in your heart. Would this feeling ever go away? You hoped it wouldn’t—this raw happiness that only Yonghee seemed to be able to draw out of you.

You raised both your hands, questioning with your eyes. Yonghee nodded once. His breath caught lightly when your palms flattened against his toned stomach, your fingers gently curling around his waist.

His skin was warm beneath your hands. Your tryst in the sea had left you a little chilly, despite the midday sun, and you instinctively leaned into his heat as you sought more of it.

Yonghee’s hand raised to cradle your jaw. You hardly dared to breathe as he leaned in, his lips slotting against yours with heartbreaking softness.

The kiss felt like coming home. You sighed deeply and rested your forearms on his broad shoulders, allowing your fingers to tangle into his damp hair. Yonghee’s tongue gently prodded your bottom lip, testing, tasting, as his arms wound tighter around your waist.

Warmth blossomed in your core at the sensation of his bare skin against yours. It was intoxicating, that feeling—it was the first time you had done something like this with him but you already never wanted it to end.

A soft mix of a moan and sigh left your lips when Yonghee’s hands drifted hesitantly lower, stopping when they rested on your ass. He kneaded your pillowy skin gently and your knees instantly began to shake.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this unhurried exploration of each other. You needed him more than you’d ever needed anything in your entire life.

Yonghee, apparently, agreed. His mouth moved against yours with increasing urgency, his arms squeezing you so tightly to his body that it took your breath away. Not that you minded, considering you were behaving much in the same way.

You whimpered at the hard length you felt pressed against your stomach. You were pleased to know that you affected him as deeply as he did you, if that were even possible. Yonghee groaned when you rolled your hips against him in an attempt to provide some friction.

“Please, please,” he murmured as he held your cheeks between both his palms, “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you—” Yonghee left a trail of wet kisses down your throat to the curves of your breasts. You scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily each time his lips left a mark.

“Have me, then.” Your reply was breathless, and Yonghee wasted no time obeying.

He laid you gently on top of your damp t-shirts, still drying on the sand. Your thighs instantly parted to accommodate him as he slotted himself between them, his mouth still roving across your collarbones.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he worked his way lazily down your body, pausing to dote on every inch of your skin within his reach. His long fingers pressed hard into your hipbones like he was trying to ground himself.

You gasped when his fingertips ghosted over your pants, slowly unrolling each leg of fabric at a pace that drove you wild. When he was finally done, he hesitated again, his face hovering mere inches above your pelvis.

He planted a soft kiss over the button. “Can we take these off?”

Your cheeks heated as you nodded hurriedly. Yonghee easily undid the button and slid your pants down your legs, trailing his tongue down your leg as he went. The instinct to cover yourself was enormous.

He hadn’t even removed your panties, but the expression on his face set your body tingling as he stared at your dripping center. Like it was an instinct, he dragged the tip of his finger over the cotton and smiled when your body jolted.

Yonghee kissed your inner thigh, then the other, before his lips brushed your clothed clit. You couldn’t help the airy moan that escaped your throat. You were already so sensitive—you were wet to the point of discomfort, the warmth between your legs aching to be soothed.

He pushed your panties to the side so his fingers could tease your entrance. You could feel his eyes on your face every second as they experimentally pushed in. Your arousal made the movement easy and you tensed when his fingertips nudged your swollen g-spot.

“Like that?” He whispered, his words followed by another kiss to your clit. The sound of his voice, low and breathless, made you clench around his fingers.

“Yes, Yonghee, god, just like that…” you panted. He thrusted his fingers in again, this time setting a rhythm that had you writhing. His lips sealed around your clit, gently sucking while his tongue moved in delicate circles around it.

You unintentionally tugged at the roots of his hair and Yonghee groaned against you. You weren’t expecting the vibrations, nor how incredible they felt as they ricocheted through your stomach.

His pace didn’t falter once. Yonghee continued to moan onto your clit, the lewd sounds broken by his muttered praises about being good for him or taking him so well. You felt your orgasm steadily ratcheting higher inside you, your walls repeatedly fluttering around his fingers.

“Please, cum on my tongue. Want to taste you so bad—” Yonghee’s dirty words were by far the filthiest you’d ever heard come out of his mouth. They set off fireworks in your blood, your skin impossibly warm and sensitive as he drove you closer to your high.

“Shit, I’m—I’m—” You couldn’t even manage to get a full sentence out.

Yonghee nodded eagerly, the movement only causing his tongue to move more firmly against you. He added a third finger, scissoring you open as his middle finger continuously thrusted against your g-spot.

You came with such intensity that your entire body locked under the weight of it. Your toes curled and eyes screwed shut, your mouth parted in a perfect o. Your hips jolted against Yonghee’s lips as he languidly licked you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could.

When you at last couldn’t take any more, you gently pushed him away by his shoulders. Yonghee gazed up at you beneath his lashes, his eyes glazed and a little unfocused as he smiled. His lips and chin shone with you, a sight which instantly made you desperate for him again.

“Let’s go home.” You rasped, your voice rough.

Yonghee raised an eyebrow, his lust-glossed eyes clearing a bit in his confusion. “Why?”

You unceremoniously stood, carefully disentangling him from your legs as you went. You were more than a little grateful that no unsuspecting passerby had discovered you in the past ten minutes.

It wasn’t until you had cleaned yourself from his face with your shirt and re-clothed yourselves that you answered.

“Because I want you to fuck me. And when that happens, I do not want sand involved.”

And surely you had never seen anyone move faster than Yonghee as he hauled you back in the direction of the car.

You’d have to convince him to ditch the company more often.

thank you for reading, party animals! please like or reblog if you enjoyed it and STAN CIX!!!

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