#but still waiting for conversations like they had in the cuddle clip

[lucy90712]

request for jude plsss :) maybe jude taking reader to his training and make it fluffy

WC: 2.2k

Being in a long distance relationship is hard as you can't just spend time together whenever you want but it does mean that time spent together is extra special and always savoured. This is exactly what life is like for me and Jude. The two of us began dating when he was back in England one summer and before he left to go back to Germany we promised each other that we would really try to make long distance work and we have as two years later we are still together. Whenever we can we will see each other whether it's him coming over here when he has a few days off or me going to see him over breaks from uni. When I was applying to universities I looked at a few in Germany so that I could be closer to Jude but he told me not to move all the way out there just for him so I decided to stay in England to get my degree.

Now that my first year is officially over I have a good few months off and the first thing I did was book a plane ticket to go and see Jude. The idea is for us to spend the rest of the season in Germany and then head back home for the rest of the summer. My flight arrived late yesterday afternoon and since then Jude and I have done nothing but cuddle and enjoy each other's company. We talk at some point every day but we still spent hours catching up on things that had happened that we hadn't mentioned to each other. It was so nice to be alone together for once but sadly that can't last forever as Jude still has to go to training. 

In the many times I have been to visit Jude I have never been to one of his training sessions I have been to plenty of games but never to a training session. This morning Jude asked me if I wanted to go with him and before I could give him an answer he started begging me to go as he wanted to introduce me to his teammates properly for the first time. Of course I agreed to go but I can't lie I'm a bit nervous about it. I have met a few of Jude's teammates mostly the ones he is closest to but I have never had proper conversations with any of them so the thought of meeting all these people at once is a bit daunting. It's very obvious that Jude's teammates care for him which means they are going to judge me to see if they think I'm really right for Jude which is what's making me so nervous. 

Jude was so happy that I was coming to training with him that I decided to keep my nerves to myself and just get ready to go. By the time I was ready Jude had made breakfast for both of us which was only some porridge but honestly that's for the best otherwise he would've burnt the house down. After eating we had a bit of time until we needed to leave so Jude dragged me to the sofa and pulled me on top of him so that we could sit together. We watched some tiktoks together as he wanted to show me some funny tiktoks he'd see and then we ended up scrolling through his for you page which was so random as it had clips from tv shows, prank videos and then edits of him or other players. There was a few videos from one creator that he kept skipping through until I stopped him wanting to see what they were. Turns out they were all different date ideas some of which he'd saved for when we were finally together again which I thought was so cute.

The time we had disappeared in no time and before I knew it we needed to leave for training and I got all nervous again. I think Jude could tell I was nervous as he held my hand for the entire car journey and he even let me play my music which he always says he hates even though we like a few of the same songs. When we arrived there was fans waiting outside like there always is on game days hoping to see the players and get them to take pictures. I always hate this part as I don't like having people film me or take pictures of me as I like to keep myself off of social media as much as possible. As we arrived Jude drove in as quickly as he could and he told me to duck my head while he put his hand in front of my face to stop anyone getting pictures of me which I appreciated. 

By the time Jude had parked the car I was really starting to feel nervous especially when I saw a few of his teammates walking in as it dawned on me that I'd have to talk to all of them at once. Meeting new people always makes me anxious but I get worse when I have to meet a big group of people as it always just feels like there is so many eyes on me. I'm almost more nervous to meet Jude's teammates than I was to meet his parents as at least then I knew what I was getting myself into but now I have no idea what's going to happen. 

"You don't need to be so nervous babe I promise they will all love you" Jude said taking me out of the spiral I'd found myself in 

"Are you sure I mean we're so different what if they think we aren't right for each other" I said 

"They aren't going to think that remember opposites attract and I'm definitely very attracted to you" he said making me laugh 

After Jude's pep talk I felt a lot better so we went in together and he walked all the way to the pitch with me so I knew where to go before he went all the way back to change. I wasn't on my own for long as Jude came running back with a few of his teammates before beckoning me over. As I walked over more of the team came out and they all stood watching me walk towards them which made my cheeks heat up as it was really awkward having so many people stare at me. When I got close enough Jude put an arm around my waist and pulled me into his side to press a kiss on my cheek which made me blush more than I already was. 

"Guys this is my girlfriend y/n" Jude said 

"Hi it's nice to finally meet you guys" I said 

They all introduced themselves to me and gave me a hug which I wasn't expecting but it made me feel a lot more comfortable. They all asked some questions about me to get to know me better some of which I'm sure Jude will have told them but they still took an interest anyway. The more I spoke to them the more confident I was feeling so I let my guard down a little to show my real personality as I was holding back a bit to start with until I was feeling more comfortable. At some point I looked up at Jude who still had his arm around my waist and he had a big smile on his face which made me smile more too. As I turned back to continue talking to all the guys he leant down and kissed my head which made me blush like it does every time he kisses me in front of people. 

It wasn't long before the guys actually had to start training so I went and sat back down to watch them. As they trained I was thinking about how I'd never be able to do any of what they do I like to think I'm fit as I go to the gym when I can but I would never be able to train as hard as they do or run for 90 plus minutes in games. I also took the opportunity to watch Jude train and see the way his muscles flexed and how the sweat formed on his forehead making him look incredibly hot. Jude also took every chance he got to look over to me and smirk if he could tell I'd been staring or blow kisses my way. At one point we had a bit of a staring contest which I lost but it was because Jude was making me blush so much that I had to look away or else I think I would've died. 

Eventually all the guys were done with training so I made my way back over to Jude ready to go home and enjoy the rest of the day together. Completely out of nowhere he came running over and picked me up over his shoulder and brought me into the middle of the pitch where all the other guys were stood before putting me down. Despite putting me down he still had his arms tightly wrapped around my waist almost as if he was trying to stop me getting away from him. 

"You two do know we are stood right here right" Mats teased 

"You are so whipped man" Gio added 

"I am not" Jude defended 

"You definitely are we all saw the way you looked at y/n for the entirety of training and you can't keep your hands off her" Gio said 

"Ok fine maybe I am but at least I have the prettiest girlfriend" Jude said giving in knowing he wasn't going to win this argument 

The boys teased him for that even more before I managed to stop them by asking why we were stood in the middle of the pitch instead of going back in. Jude told me he wanted to put my football skills to the test which I absolutely didn't want to do but I couldn't get myself out of it as Jude wouldn't let me. The two of us have played with each other just in the garden a few times and I am yet to get more than a few meters before Jude gets the ball off of me so my skills are non existent. 

To begin with a few of the other guys stayed behind and we started simple by just passing the ball to each other which I got the hang of quickly. Jude then tried getting me to control the ball from in the air which was much harder but after a few tips I managed to do it a few times. The guys really put me through my paces in testing my dribbling, passing and footwork skills which were all mediocre at best but Jude was proud of me and cheering me on which made me feel good. Before allowing me to stop Jude wanted to see if I could score a penalty so of course he made the tallest player go into the goal and gave me the ball so I could set it up how I wanted. First he gave me some advice on how to hit the ball and the best places to aim for statically which didn't really help as I don't know if I can even kick the ball hard enough in the first place. 

Jude gave me one last good luck kiss before standing back to watch. For some reason I felt like I was actually in a penalty shootout and all of a sudden I wanted nothing more than to actually score despite knowing deep down the odds were stacked against me. I could hear Jude cheering my name as I took my run up and kicked the ball with my right foot thinking that was my better foot. Everything moved in slow motion as the ball headed towards the top corner of the goal and then hit the back of the net as it wasn't stopped on its way. In an instant Jude had ran over and started throwing me in the air before covering my face in kisses. 

"That was amazing she's better than you bro" Karim said 

"I don't know about that but thank you" I said 

"No I vote we get rid of Jude and have you join the team" Gio laughed 

"Hey don't disrespect your captain" Jude said 

"Maybe they have a point love I mean surely I can only get better with more practice right" I teased 

"Bringing you here was a mistake now you're on their side not mine" Jude joked 

"What can I say they believe in my abilities" I laughed not able to take myself seriously

We all joked a bit more until all the guys headed into the locker room to change although I could still hear them teasing Jude while I was stood outside. Eventually he came back out and took hold of my hand so we could walk back to the car together. Jude used the journey home to tell me that I had no need to be nervous and he was right all of his teammates were really nice and I fell like I could become good friends with some of them which I didn't expect when I got here this morning. Turns out going to training with Jude was a lot of fun and I might just have to do it again. 

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines

[btstulip]

Wait, what did I just watch?!

When I first became interested in BTS, it was because my Facebook algorithms thought I might be interested in them and kept showing me fun videos. They were not wrong and I got sucked into watching BTS more and more.

As you can imagine, I quickly started getting fed videos of popular ships... mostly Taekook. Being new to BTS (and K-Pop and "ships" for that matter), there were definitely moments that I could admit looked like the actions you might see between romantic partners and it did get me wondering if any of the BTS members might actually be together. But I also knew close friends could sometimes look like a couple to people that don't understand their relationship. I have friends I kiss and cuddle with, but never once did I plan to date them. Add to the fact that I originally assumed some of this was just fanservice, something I no longer believe after much research here on Tumblr convinced me that BTS doesn't participate in traditional fanservice after their early debut stage. I knew it would take a lot to convince me any relationship was more than that of two very close people that cared about each other very much.

So I watched these Taekook and other videos with a lot of skepticism. I dismissed many of these videos right away as just playful people that enjoyed skinship with someone they were close to. But a couple caused me to find longer clips to check context. Most of these looked like nothing when played at full speed, uncut/edited, or with conversation context. And the more I watched of BTS, the more I could see how close and unique each of their relationships were. I loved how much they cared for each other and I wasn't invested in any of these guys having more than the close family relationship I could see they all shared. Still, I was curious if there was something all these fans knew about Tae and Jungkook that I didn't, so I kept looking.

I should add here that I was only days in to my BTS obsession research at this point. I had lost more sleep than I want to admit watching "one more video" for hours at a time desperately trying to answer the next burning curiosity, but still, I had only just started learning about the members of BTS. At this point, I absolutely believe all the BTS members care deeply for each other. They are family and have a bond I don't think any of us can really understand. These are 7 individuals that each share a unique bond with each other and as a whole. I don't think any relationship "competes" with another and each should be honored.

Though I wasn't expecting to be convinced that any of these members were actually dating, my desire to put context to these cute clips I kept seeing made me want to understand their relationships more... especially Tae and Jungkook because my video feed was FULL of these! I often found tumblr posts explaining the moments/relationships that gave me clues and insights about the members that I didn't have yet. The arguments I read for Taekook seemed possible, but I was sure there were similarly convincing arguments for all the ships. So I decided that I had to research the other ships to either prove or disprove that Tae and Jungkook actually had something extra.

I decided to start looking into Jimin and Jungkook. At the time, I just picked that "ship" first. But I am sure it was because I had already noticed how close those two are. Most of the stuff I dismissed, especially anything on stage. But I kept reading and watching "evidence", rinse and repeat. Definitely cute moments, eyebrow raising moments, some super questionable stuff on stage (2018 I am looking at you!), but I saw that stuff with Taekook too. I saw GCF Tokyo mentioned several times, how Jimin and Jungkook went to Tokyo together and Jungkook made a music video. And somehow this was amazing "proof", so I decided I should look that up.

The skeptic I am, I started watching and saw two guys that are very close, on a trip together, having fun. Lyrics talking about being there for each other. So cute! They are so close and this shows how much Jimin's friendship means to Jungkook. I loved it, but I could not understand how this was the ultimate proof everyone accepted. And then, 3 minutes in, when the video was almost over and I had basically decided it was about a beautiful bromance, it happened...

Boy, I'm holdin' onto something Won't let go of you for nothing I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Eyebrows raises, well that is definitely romantic. And then, seconds later, my brain broke...

There was a time that I was so blue What I got to do to show you? I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

My jaw was on the floor. What did I just watch?!? That wasn't "proof", that was PROOF! There was no way to spin that other than a full on love confession. Did he actually do that? I can't believe any member of a K-pop group would do something so loud that is almost impossible to take any other way, unless you cover both eye and plug your ears!

I needed confirmation. More context. I read blogs all about GCG Tokyo and they delivered. Jikook fans gave me even more details, things I didn't understand because I was a BTS newborn (still a baby, maybe toddler, but growing quickly). Solo trip together on personal time, big deal. Jungkook recorded and edited the video, releasing it only a week later. Wow. Jungkook is a perfectionist that cares about his art and chose the song for a reason. Check. The song is by an openly gay artist? Why are we still discussing this?!

Still, I wanted an outside perspective. One not looking for this video to confirm anything with little context. So I made my sister watch it. Told her it was these two guys went on a trip together and one recorded and made this video. What did she think? "It's a love confession." Two of my kids also agreed... the third is a teenage boy that is horrified that his mom is obsessed spending all her time watching BTS and he refused to see it as anything other than someone saying "you need to be there for me too".

I suppose it's possible this was just about friendship. I suppose I could be wrong. I'm not Jungkook and unless he tells us, I will never know. But unless Jungkook denies it directly, you CAN NOT make me believe that video was anything other than one person telling another that they love them.

Sorry this post is SO LONG! I didn't expect it to be this long, but it was super fun. Thanks for sticking around and reading my TMI. <3

#jikook #jikook is real #kookmin #gcf tokyo #the moment I knew #Jungkook loves Jimin

[wishitweresummer]

Now Admit It (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 3746

Warning: Very intense tickles!!! There’s the tiniest bit of angst. Mouth tickles.

(This series is called Glass House! Next part: Now How Do You Want It)

Dream and Sapnap were still learning all the adorable layers there were to George's secret. One that was still very confusing was the length at which George was comfortable speaking about it directly. It seemed to shift with his mood, and never was really even that much. The words 'I love being tickled.' or 'I want to be tickled.' actually haven't left the boy's mouth at all. Instead, he would find other ways to express he wanted to be tickled. Some sweet, but mostly just George being a brat.

The two's current favorite way that George would say he wanted to be tickled was when he shared whatever tickle content he was looking at. It was a lot more peaceful than him just antagonizing them and they also got to see some cool fan content they normally wouldn't. This was always done from a distance though. Dream or Sapnap would receive a message with some adorable art or fanfiction of George being tickled and would have to hunt him down through the house to find the flustered mess of a boy waiting and ready to run.

Today, George must have been feeling bolder. The plan had clearly been set in advance; tempting the other two into Dream's bed by being as sweet and cute as possible. The lazy cuddle session has lasted about an hour before George seemingly kicked his plan into action.

George had one hand interlocked with Dream's while he relaxed his head on Sapnap's warm chest. He scrolled through Instagram on his phone with his free hand in clear view for Sapnap. He swiped over to Twitter and the image already pulled up was an intense tickle scene. Sapnap only saw a flash of red-flushed cheeks and their signature colors before George locked the screen and rolled away, right into Dream's chest. Dream coo'ed happily, unaware.

Sapnap huffed and sat up, eyeing down the mischievous boy.

"You're not slick George, let me see that again.", Sapnap nudged him. Dream opened his eyes and blinked into the dim light of the room.

"What's going on?", he asked, playing softly with George's hair and holding him protectively. Sapnap shook his head, amused. He wormed his hand between the two, searching for the phone. Dream and George both burst into giggles at the intrusive hand.

"Hey!". Dream shoved George away like a tickling offer for Sapnap. "Him, not me! What's going on?".

"He had tickle art on his phone! I want to see it!".

"No way!", George held his phone to his chest with both hands. He was on his back between the two and struggling to not smile. His mouth flicked between a scowl and a little grin as a blush started to overtake him. Dream laughed and shook his head at the adorable sight.

Quickly, he sat up like Sapnap and loomed over the excited boy.

"Ohhh you better hand over that phone right now Georgie.", he slipped into a sing-song. Sapnap smirked, leaning over him as well. George squeaked and tried to roll over, but Dream caught his shoulder and pressed it back down so he was flat on his back.

Very adorably, and with a surprising lack of fight, George dropped the phone on his chest and covered his face with both hands. Dream and Sapnap exchanged a knowing look.

'Wow.', Sapnap mouthed.

'He's so bad right now.', Dream mouthed back. An even more silent conversation passed between them as Sapnap's face lit up in excitement first, then in questioning. Dream nodded. The plan was in place.

Sapnap grabbed the phone and unlocked it. With Dream's big hand on George's chest to hold him down, they both looked at the art.

It was their characters. Dream with a green hoodie and his smile mask clipped to his belt. Sapnap had his flame shirt and a white bandana. George was a lot more disheveled than the other two, but was recognizable. His light blue shirt had ridden up and the clout goggles on his head were knocked out of place. Dream had one hand holding both his wrists down above his head and was sitting on his knees next to him. The smile on his face was fond. He looked love-struck...which was pretty common with Dream Team fanart. Sapnap was straddling George's waist with a devious grin.

The tickling looked brutal. Sapnap had a hand behind him latched to George's thigh while his other leg was kicking out into the air. Sapnap's other hand was clawed and tickling into the poor boy's side. Dream's large hands had black fingerless gloves and his free one was digging meanly into the side of George's ribcage.

     The George in the art looked beyond gone. His face was twisted into a scream and his cheeks and nose were beet-red. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hair was ruffled.

The two took in the art for long enough that George started to squirm in anticipation. Sapnap let out a low whistle.

"Damn, George.", he laughed. Dream grinned and collected up the boys’s wrists and started pulling him into the position. Sapnap quickly followed suit, straddling George's waist.

     The fight George put up was so weak and fake, the other two couldn't help but scoff and giggle at it.

"No! Guys!", George whimpered, shoving his blushing face into his arm.

     Then, the room was quiet.

     George peeked out to find the other two smirking at him. He hid again.

"Is this it Georgie? Is this the position?", Sapnap purred. He squirmed at the words.

But, neither were tickling him. George let his head fall back against the pillow and furrowed his eyebrows at the two.

"What are you doing?", he asked softly. He tugged lightly on the hold Dream had on his wrists.

"Tickling you.", Sapnap said plainly and jerked his hands towards George's tummy...but didn't actually touch him. George burst into giggles anyway.

"Don't!!", he cried, shoving his face back in his arm.

The bed shook lightly with his little squirms and giggles, but they slowly calmed as he peeked out again. His cheeks were red now.

"You're teasing me.", he whimpered.

"Do you want us to tickle you?", Dream tilted his head.

"No.", George responded quickly. Sapnap laughed softly.

"Just looking at art of you being tickled by us because...", Sapnap trailed off expectantly. George's blush flushed darker and he whined, shoving his face right back into his arm. The other two coo'ed.

Okay, so Dream and Sapnap had been discussing ways to get George to admit out loud that he enjoyed being tickled since it all came out the other day. This little stunt George pulled was so blatant that they were hoping he was desperate enough to actually do it. But, god was George stubborn.

"Shut. Up.", he growled. The poor thing looked flustered beyond belief. Clearly, he saw this going a much different direction.

"Actually, if you want something you should just ask nicely.", Dream smiled. George looked at him in utter disbelief. The level of shock on his face was comical.

"C'mon Georgie. Since when do you have trouble telling Dream when you want something?". George let out a long high pitched whine and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"This might be harder than we thought.".

     Dream and Sapnap exchanged looks over the flustered boy. Luckily, they could still see a hint of a smile on his face from where it was visible. They could tell George was enjoying himself. The issue was that he would apparently never admit it.

     Sapnap started squeezing George's sides and he squealed, squirming wildly under them. The two smiled as he burst into loud laughter. He seemed electrified by the touch.

"You're a dick!!", he cried. His legs kicked up the blankets behind Sapnap.

"Oh, is it worse now?", Dream teased. George could only shake his head through his cackling.

     Dream tased his fingers a few times into the Brit's ribcage until he was screeching and thrashing. The two tickle monsters exchanged a look and nodded, evidentially deciding to drop the plan to force the boy to admit his true feelings about being tickled.

Sapnap put his hand back and grabbed a hold of George's thigh, and suddenly they were recreating the tickle art. George screamed and fell into hysterical laughter easily, squirming and bucking under the ticklish hands. Now, he fought back. Desperately tugging against Dream's hold and failing.

"Stop!!!", he squeaked out. The laughter was overwhelming his ability to speak and he mostly just gave in. Dream and Sapnap watched fondly as the ticklish boy fell into pieces under them.

"Want me to get your death spot?", Dream asked teasingly, crawling his hand up a little higher on his ribcage. George shrieked and shook his head 'no'. "Uh oh I'm getting closer!".

"George he's gonna getcha!". George threw his head back into the pillow and wailed with laughter. The teases shooting through him just as shocking and jolting as the tickles themselves.

"No!!", he cried.

     Dream spidered his hand fast up into the waiting underarm and tickled him through the thin t-shirt. George fell into silence and convulsed at the overwhelming sensation. Sapnap smirked evilly and jerked his own hand up into the other unsuspecting underarm before George could even adjust to the original attack enough to laugh. The two watched in amusement as a shuddering wheeze wracked George's body before he let out a piercing scream. Sapnap's other hand just gripped his side to help hold him in place as the ticklish boy completely lost his mind. Loud and panicked cackles tore out of George as he struggled underneath them.

"Please!", he begged. "Fuck, guys c'mon!!". The desperate gasping between each round of laughter was squeaky and adorable. Tears streaked down his beet-red cheeks. The blankets became a twisted mess behind Sapnap as George kicked through them and braced against the bed in an attempt to buck him off.

"Does it tickle?", Sapnap asked, sing-song.

     George's shoulders were shaking with the force he was using to try and tug free from Dream's pin. He was just so...helpless. A tingle of excitement shot up his spine at the realization, forcing him to tilt his head back into the pillow suddenly as the laughter just kept pouring out. The other two were insatiable for his laughter and weren't giving him a moment to collect himself or breathe. His head spun in the most pleasant way. No thoughts could stick in his brain. Instead, he was forced to give himself over to the demanding feeling of being tickled.

     The torturous hands finally abandoned his underarms, but they didn't seem to be anywhere near done. Past begging, George let the squealing and laughter take over him entirely.

     Dream and Sapnap played with the ticklish bones of his ribcage together. The combination of the large and small fingers working between each and every rib sent George into a frenzy.

"Watch this.", Dream said as he shook an entire clawed hand into the side of the ribs. George screamed.

"Tsk. Watch this.", Sapnap said as he used both hands to rapid fire poke along the other side of the ribs. George squealed and barked out a sharp laugh.

"I'm dying!", he wailed. His laughter shot up multiple octaves as Dream and Sapnap smirked and combined their techniques. "Fuck!!", he screamed.

     The hands left him after a few more seconds and he whined through giggly gasps. He opened his eyes to see what Dream and Sapnap were up to when he felt his shirt moving. Horrifyingly, they were tugging his shirt up above his ribcage. Sapnap caught his eye and smirked.

"Hungry for ribs.", he explained. George squeaked.

"No! Sapnap, please!". Sapnap scooted down and brushed his evil lips in the middle of the trembling ribcage. George squirmed as he desperately tried to catch his breath while he could.

"Left side or right side?".

"Neither!".

"Left side.". A smirk was pressed into the middle before Sapnap started drifting down to the left side.

"You can't do this!!", George begged. Dream and Sapnap watched in awe as a twitchy grin overtook George's face before he bit his lip and dropped his head back, whining in frustration. Silently, they looked at each other and thanked the universe for making George so bad at hiding his giddy feelings. Otherwise, they might feel a little bad for wrecking him.

     A tortured shriek flew from George's lips as Sapnap finally started nibbling along the bottom of his ribcage. He collapsed into a frantic laughter. It was a satisfying noise. It bubbled out of him quickly as the nibbles traveled steadily up his ribcage. Dream coo'ed softly, watching George's face. His body jerked left and right against his will, clearly just making things worse as he grimaced every time it forced the ticklish teeth against him more. Sapnap growled playfully as he continued nibbling, closing his eyes and getting into it. George shivered at the sound and fell into cackles.

"Stop it!!". Dream laughed and shook his head fondly. He wormed a finger between George's neck and shoulder and relished in the squeal.

     Sapnap sat up and licked his lips, smacking them obnoxiously.

"Appetizer was delicious.". George squeaked at the implication, immediately falling into panicked giggles.

"No! Sapnap please! No more nibbles!". The giggles were breathy as he squirmed. Sapnap opened his mouth wide and faked like he was about to start in on his bare tummy. George shrieked in terror. Dream and Sapnap laughed.

"What are you gonna do Gogy? Huh? Laugh some more? You're not going anywhere.", Dream spoke as he pushed the sweaty hair off his forehead for him. George's giggles were near hysterical at just the threat of Sapnap's mouth on his tummy. Dream couldn't help the soft tone of his voice anymore at just how precious George was like this. "Here, I'll wipe your dumb little tears.". George stilled so Dream could follow through, still giggling uncontrollably.

"You two are the worst.", he muttered weakly, clearly flustered.

     Sapnap rolled his eyes at the little love-fest and dropped down, delivering a wet and loud raspberry to the left of George's bellybutton. George yelped before falling back into gasping laughter. His tummy flinched and jumped helplessly. Sapnap grabbed his hips and blew a raspberry directly into his bellybutton.

"Sapnap!!!", he wailed.

"Yeah?", Sapnap murmured into the ticklish bellybutton nibbling at the edges of it. George squealed. His legs kicked at the bed in frustration and desperate laughter took him over again. Horribly ticklish shocks wracked his body as Sapnap teased his bellybutton with his teeth. Dream whistled lowly next to him at the brutally.

     A warm and wet tongue wormed it's way into his bellybutton and George screamed in horror.

"Idiot!!!", he cried. "Get out of there!!". His voice was high pitched and panicked. Sapnap sat up with a smirk. Dream dropped his forehead down into George's forearms and wheezed painfully loud next to his ear.

"Sapnap...you're so weird!!", he laughed. George squirmed and whined.

"It tickled! I was tickling him!", Sapnap cried over-defensively, clearly just proud of himself. Dream laughed harder, shaking his head as he sat back up.

"Well, it worked.". They both looked at George, who couldn't stop giggling for the life of him. He was trying to hide his face in his arm again.

     Dream wiggled in place and took in the entire scene again.

"Ready to switch?", he asked Sapnap. George gasped sharply.

"What!?".

"What?".

     The two laughed as they easily held the squirmy boy down as they switched positions. Now, Sapnap was above George holding his arms down to the bed straight up with his knees between them and Dream was straddling his waist.

"You doing good, pretty boy?", Dream asked with a poke to the bare tummy in front of him. George squealed and tried to buck his hips.

"No!", he cried. Dream grinned wolfishly.

     They had discovered pretty quickly that George only got more and more sensitive as they tickled him. Even George hadn't know. Now, he relished in it.

     Dream dragged a featherlight touch along his sides and he shrieked at the electricity he felt sparking from Dream's fingertips. Normally, a touch so light might be annoying and giggle inducing, but now he was lit up like a live wire.

"Really?", Sapnap teased softly above him.

     It was satisfying how George fell apart. Happy-sounding laughter bubbled out of him at the light pinches and squeezes at his hypersensitive sides. A pinch at his hips forced a squeal out.

Big hands crawled slowly around his squirmy upper body, stopping to squeeze and tickle suddenly wherever they saw fit. George was hysterical.

“So ticklish.”, Dream coo’ed. George whined through his laughter.

     Dream suddenly gasped.

"Are we neglecting your ticklish thighs?", he asked.

"Nonono!".

"We totally are!". Dream and Sapnap grinned at each other. Dream reached back with both hands and grabbed both of George's flying legs. He got a ticklish hold of both and massaged into them. George screamed at the initial touch, then collapsed into hysterical laughter. He squeezed his eyes shut and let the feeling take him over.

      The legs twitched in Dream's grip, but not nearly enough to shake him. George spasmed against his own will. His head was titled back as the laughter forced it's way out of him.

     Dream and Sapnap could tell he was probably nearing his limit before the safeword came, but they trusted George. They met eyes over the ticklish boy and smirked as Dream continued the merciless tickling. George’s laughter clipped as he tried to stay strong for a little bit longer.

     "Skeppy!", George croaked. As soon as the word passed his lips, the tickles stopped. In a whirlwind, he was moved. George blinked his eyes open and could barely tell what was happening in his tickled-out haze. He found himself cuddled between Dream and Sapnap, warm and safe.  His body was buzzing. He didn't know it, but there was a dumb smile plastered on his face. ‘Skeppy’ was the last word uttered from the ticklish boy for the night. He was nothing but a rag doll between the two he trusted and loved most. His eyes slipped closed and he faded away into a satisfied sleep. His brain vibrated with the events of the night, but there wasn't room inside now for any worry or insecurity.

                                          ~•~

     Something interesting happened the next day.

     Dream and Sapnap woke to the sound of blending and a lack of George in the bed. They sleepily entered the kitchen and a smoothie was pressed into both of their hands.

"Strawberry banana.", George said as he pointed at Sapnap. "Strawberry mango.", he pointed to Dream. It was a little alarming, actually.

Dream and Sapnap sat at the counter and enjoyed their smoothies as they watched George buzz around the kitchen. 'Wait...'.

"Did you clean? And you did those dishes?", Dream asked incredulously. George nodded as he put away a plate. He left to his room, leaving the other two stunned.

"What is going on?", Sapnap whispered. Dream looked thoughtfully after George, then back at Sapnap.

"I don't know...let's just enjoy it while it lasts.".

     George's strange behavior didn't stop there. A few hours later, Dream was editing in his room when George knocked. Knocked.

"Come in Sapnap.", he called. A familiar cackle sounded behind him and he whipped around in his chair. "George?". The boy was grinning back at him.

"You thought I was stinknap.", he said amusedly.

"Well you uh...nevermind. What's up?", Dream dropped it quickly. He knew if he called attention to it he would risk influencing George's behavior in the worst way.

"I was editing and got hungry, so I figured you probably were too.", he held up a bag of chips.

"You're editing? And you brought me food?", Dream asked, unable to hold back the shock in his tone. George smiled, but there was a hint of blush crawling across his cheeks. 'Shit.', Dream thought. He really didn't want to embarrass George and make him lash out. "Sorry! Of course you are! Really excited about the new video, right?". George grinned and nodded quickly, grateful for the out. Dream couldn't even remember what video was next on George's roster, but he was starting to pick up on what was going on.

     They spent awhile in his room eating chips together. Dream showed George a bit of his video and he laughed, pointing out things he liked. Dream tried his best to not startle at every compliment and light touch George gave him. When George used a napkin for his cheese-covered fingers instead of wiping them on Dream or slurping them into his mouth, he had to resist praising him. George eventually left him alone and he stared at the closed door behind him. It was the only time he could remember George not leaving it wide open just to annoy him.

     Dream finished up editing soon enough and ventured back out into the house. He didn't get far before stumbling into a startled Sapnap.

"There's something wrong with George.", he informed him, staring up with big eyes. Dream laughed.

"Nono, I get it. Come here.". He pulled Sapnap into the confines of his room and explained his sweet theory.

     It really made sense though. George always had trouble expressing his feelings. It was like how he had only muttered the words 'I love you.' a small handful of times to either Dream or Sapnap, but had moved over an entire ocean to spend his life with them. How he never quite said it, but showed it in every way. Last night they had pushed him to tell them he loved being tickled, but he couldn't. Now, he was trying to show them how thankful he was for indulging him anyway.

     It was all so horribly endearing that Sapnap had to calm Dream down before they went back out to find George and find something fun to do for the rest of the night. They stayed quiet about their knowledge and let George shower them in kindness and affection.

     Maybe one day they could get George to open up and say the words. Maybe it didn't really matter. They all relished in knowing each other so well. In and out. A thousand things went unsaid everyday as they moved around each other and predicted each other's moves. This was just another thing.

#lee!georgenotfound #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #dream team tickle #dnn tickle #georgenotfound tickle #George is a LEE in this universe so don’t feel too bad for him #he literaly loves it #the little idiot #mcyt tickle #glass house

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Dedication (Hakim Ziyech x reader) *request

Request: "Hakim Ziyech X wife!reader where everyone just loves them together and he dedicates his goal at the WC to her..."

Pt2 - Perseverance

Warnings: none

Hakim had no intentions of returning to the Moroccan national team. He loved his country and teammates with all his heart but couldn’t bear the risk of being so poorly treated as he once was. After everything he gave up the last time: his money, his time, his own wellbeing and all for Halilhodžić to treat him as a scapegoat for the losses. He never caught a break, not during the training in the build-up to the 2018 tournament nor during the world cup itself. It was hell and he had much less distressing means of making a living. 

He had to admit, there were moments where he felt drawn to return again. When he saw Zakaria score his first ever goal for Morocco during a friendly. When he saw little Ounahi come out of his shell and use the very tricks he had shown him. He could feel goosebumps on the comfort of his home couch when he saw the Moroccan crowd chant his name, hoping and praying for his return. Thousands of miles away, he could still feel it. And he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to come back. 

You always made an effort to hide your phone whenever you checked in on those games. He would tell you he didn’t mind but you knew that his national team was a soft spot for him. It broke his heart to leave, albeit with very good reasons, and the last thing you wanted to do was remind him of what he was missing. However, you weren’t always successful in this regard. You were cuddling together as you scrolled through tiktok and this was something you couldn’t control. Hakim happened to be looking over your shoulder for that one tiktok. A short clip of the chanting, followed by the commentary of some annoying armchair analyst about the goings on. He bit his lip, looking down. 

“I’m so sorry, my love I-”

“No no, don’t apologise! I’m fine, I swear!” he reassures you, giving you a tight hug and kissing your cheek. He continues to sit for a few minutes before opting to get a glass of water. He stayed there for a second to gather his thoughts, mind wandering to his team again. How are they all? Are they taking breaks between sessions? Are they being treated well? Did they celebrate after yesterday’s win? His thoughts are all over the place but he pushes it all aside. It's a rare rest day and he intends on spending every minute of every hour with you in his arms.

The national team fiasco leaves his mind soon after returning to you as you watch some of your favourite videos together.

He’s sleeping soundly, an arm draped around your waist as his head lays in the crook of your neck. The peaceful moment is interrupted by his phone vibrating on the bedside table. You shift and groan in confusion and he kisses your neck, lulling you to sleep once more as he grabs his phone. Which idiot is calling him this late? What stupid situation has Mason got himself into this time?

He’s utterly baffled by the name displayed on the screen. They talk all the time but the timing is utterly bizarre.

“Yassine, my friend. You’re treading on very thin ice.” hakim grumbles, looking back over at you to make sure you’re still asleep.

“Well thank Allah that I'm thousands of miles away (!)” Hakim pinches the bridge of his nose, Yassine is undeniably a wonderful friend but this is unusual behaviour from him and Hakim doesn’t like it.

“Great conversation. I look forward to our next 3am rambling session, bye now-”

“Wait no hold on. Look, I overheard a little conversation the coach was having with the governing body…”

“The ice is cracking, Yassine.”

“Okay okay look, I think he’s about to be replaced. Yesterday’s match may have gone well but they seem to think he’s not the right person for the job in the long-term.”

“It took those geniuses long enough to figure that one out.”

“You’re telling me. You should have seen coach yell at Abde after the match for joining that chant.”

“I’m assuming you yelled back?”

“Naturally.”

“Taking after me then? At this rate, you’re all going to be kicked off.”

“With that amoeba in charge, we’ve all been considering it anyway. BUT if there’s a new coach…”

“You all stand a much better chance!”

“Yeah I was hoping the ‘you’ could change to a ‘we’”

“Yassine, I can’t”

“You said you loved this team and coach was standing in the way last time. You were right to leave and we all understand that completely. What's stopping you with a new coach? We all still adore you, y’know?”

“Look, we don’t even know if this is real yet! I don’t want to get our hopes up.”

“Well when the news does come out, know that the offer is going to be on the table. We need you, Hakim. Tell me that you’ll think about it, at least.”

“IF the news is real, I’ll consider it.” Hakim can almost hear Yassine smile at that but furrows his eyebrows. He thinks he can hear some mumbling in the background.

“Yassine, are there people with you- wait Yousef?”

“Okay good talk, man. See you soon! Give the missus our my salam!” the dial tone sounds, indicating that Yassine has hung up the call and had put him on speaker for the rest of the team who were almost certainly sitting right there with him. A small smile makes its way onto his face at the thought of his own team anticipating his return. He turns to look at you, your mouth slightly twitching into a smile and eyes fluttering as you struggle to feign sleep.

“I know you’re awake, my love.” He whispers, smile widening as he tickles you. You shriek with laughter, moving onto your back as he moves to lay by your side, elbow propped up with his head resting on his hand. He can see the excitement in your eyes, not necessarily for yourself but you know that his mind wanders to question his decision. Could he have handled it? The answer was no and he did the right thing for himself but a new opportunity now hangs in the air, one that could return him to his beloved team again.

“It might not even be real, I don't want to get our hopes up.”

“You’re right but it doesn’t hurt to consider the outcomes, no?”

“I suppose…” He sees you struggling to keep your eyes open and smiles softly. Whatever happens, at least he has his beautiful wife there with him. You were with him when he quit the team, holding him as he stressed about whether he was making a huge mistake. You were his rock throughout those first few months after the news broke out. When some old fans turned on him for a perceived lack of loyalty, when his ex “coach” was mouthing off about him to the press, when he cried at the idea of his teammates being resentful of the decision. He’s so happy he married you. You were his oasis amongst all the stresses of his career. 

“We should probably sleep, my love.” You hum softly in agreement.

He lays on his back and carefully rolls you over so that you lay your head on his chest. His eyes fluttering to a close. Hopefully this time, the sleep will be without interruptions.

“I gave Walid your number by the way.”

“Of course you did, Nayef. I expect no less from any of you.” Hakim sighs. He pretends to be annoyed but secretly, everytime one of them indicates a desire for his return, he’s a step closer to booking a flight, walking into the stadium and training with everyone like nothing happened. But he holds off and waits. doubts still race through his mind and the memories of the last experience serve to continue his hesitancy.

Hours later, Walid Regragui himself has texted Hakim and organised a Zoom meeting to discuss future plans.

He genuinely doesn’t know what to think. Would the governing body just pick a Halilhodžić 2.0?  For all he knows, this could all just be history repeating itself

Hakim takes a deep breath, mumbling a prayer before entering the call. He’s met with a very friendly looking face with a beaming smile, already promising…

“Ah, Hakim! What an honour to meet you!” Hakim smiles at that, he feels good about this.

“Likewise! The team has said many good things about you already!”

“I’m glad to hear that, it's a promising team and I have real faith in all of them. Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush with this. We need you on the team.”

Everyone’s prayers have been answered. Hakim makes his reappearance during one of the final qualifier matches, having trained with the team since mid-August. It was a huge relief for everyone to see him again and his friends were ecstatic to have their team feel complete after so long. The crowd went wild at his entrance. Of course they had known for a while now but seeing him in the flesh was a different experience. The electricity of the crowd only served to energise the team and allowed for a picture perfect victory. Hakim is ecstatic and the first thing he wants is to celebrate with you so he turns to forming a heart with his hands towards you. your friends are cheering as they tease you a little bit. you blush at the gesture and return it as the crowd cheer for the pair of you.

This was definitely the right decision.

He’s pacing around the hotel room.

“Anything could happen, habibi. Imagine if we lost to Canada!” The pacing clearly isn’t helping his mind when you stand, placing a hand on his back and guiding him to sit down on the bed. You gently turn his head so he’s looking at you and kiss him softly. He immediately relaxes as he cups your cheek with his hand. You pull away for breath but he brings you back in for another shortly after, his other hand moving to wrap around your waist to pull you closer. When he needs to pull away for breath, he keeps his forehead on yours and his eyes stay closed. 

“You guys had Croatia on the ropes, Canada is nothing. Yassine said no to them anyway.” He smiles at that but the worry returns once more.

“You see, that's how they trick you! And then you end up losing to Saudi Arabia in your opening match!” you laugh and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Last I checked, the teams that care about every match as much as you end up doing exactly what's expected. So long as you don’t treat this match like a chance to poke fun at the other side, you’re gonna be okay, inshallah.” he hums in vague agreement.

“Do you think I made the right decision in coming back?”

“My love, I haven't seen you so happy playing football in a long time. This team clearly makes you happy and that's enough for me.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the one with the words.” so gently smack his arm at that. You have a good feeling about the upcoming days and that's all you can really say.

The hours have finally passed, after spending your time exploring the streets of Qatar, buying some gifts for family on the way while Hakim has his final training sessions with the team, you and hakim;s mother manage to find your seats in the stadium. You’re slightly concerned and hope that his worries in the morning have dissipated. Your seat is fairly close to the barrier so you can discern some faces, smiling widely as you see your husband in his starting position, focussed as ever.

It's a couple of minutes into the match and the Moroccan attack is already decimating the Canadian defence. The ball is passed to Hakim who performs one of his signature crosses and makes an extremely risky attempt. The angle is tight and the goalkeeper appears to be moving in the right direction. You’re frozen in place as you keep your eye on the ball.

Your reaction is delayed until you hear the crowd explode into cheers, chanting Hakim’s name just as they did upon begging for his return. You manage to make eye contact with him as tears begin to form and you blow him a kiss, the people around you are baffled by the weirdly intimate gesture. It all becomes clear as the giant monitors display the cameras which are all focussed on one player. Hakim makes eye contact with you to the best of his ability as he kisses his wedding ring and forms a heart with his hands. Hakim’s mother nudges your shoulder teasingly as you hide your face in your hands while the crowd relish a short glimpse into your love for each other. He can't hold in his excitement. And to think that without your reassurance and encouragement, he may not have even come. 

Once the final whistle is finally blown, the players are all immediately rushing to their families. Morocco have finally made it to the knockout stages, all while topping group F. 

Hakim can't wait until everyone has left, as he’s bursting with excitement. So, he jumps the barrier, making a beeline to hug his mum and then you in the tightest, most comfortable embrace. the crowd erupting into cheers at the sweetness of it all. Neither of you care about the cameras that have managed to capture the moment of intimacy you both shared. It's nothing unusual for the two of you from the glimpses Hakim shares into your relationship online. Its very clear that the two of you are made for each other. You feel your shoulder is slightly damp as the pair of you soak in the glorious moment.

“Everything okay, my love?” you whisper, a hand rubbing circles on his back.

“Just glad that I'm back.” you both laugh quietly, you can vaguely hear his friends whoop and cheer from the field and you swear you can hear Yassine thanking you for joining in with the pestering and you roll your eyes playfully. He reluctantly lets go, pressing a kiss to your cheek before making his way back to the bunker.

The journey back home in the taxi is in a comfortable silence, the smiles haven’t left your faces. Your hands are intertwined and your head is resting on his shoulder. 

The second you open the door to the hotel room, he kicks his shoes off and flops onto the bed dramatically. You snicker at his antics as you open the suitcases, looking for a shirt to sleep in. As you retrieve it, you look up to notice that hakim has already curled up under the blankets, scrolling through his phone at the edits he can't wait to show you. You quickly change as you jump in with him. His arms are immediately wrapped around your body, pulling you flush against him.

"People are quick with these huh?" you say, dumbfounded as you go through edit after edit. people have found and stitched old videos of you together, interviews, voiceovers from things he's said, photos from his instagram and you honestly commend the effort. Even you had forgotten about some of these, slightly embarrassed at how obvious the two of you were making the relationship. You at least remembered why the secret relationship was revealed so quickly.

"To say the least, it's only been a couple of hours!" you laugh as you continue to look through the hashtag people have created for you.

You grow bored of this so you put your phone back on the bedside table and turn to Hakim. You both admire each other for a second, gently tracing the other's features in silent admiration. The look he was giving you had your heart beating quickly, even after all this time. The softness they held made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Those edits really aren't that far off on the effect he has on you, as much as you hate to admit.

“Thank you all for pestering me so much about coming back.”

“It's what we’re here to do” you laugh quietly together before calling it a night and falling into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms.

idk how i feel about this one but i hope you enjoy anyway, my loves xx

#hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech x reader #hakim ziyech imagines #footballer fic #footballer imagine

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Secret Ingredient - Fushiguro M.

Summary: After dragging him to a Halloween party, you and Megumi fall into the trap set by Inumaki Toge. 

Pairing: Fushiguro x Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - gender neutral

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3k

Kinktober Prompt: Costume Play + Aphrodisiacs

Collab: Thrills 'N Kills by @alterbubs

Warnings: College AU, supernatural elements, costume play (sorta), mild dubcon, Gumi has social anxiety, alcohol consumption, aphrodisiacs, a lil blood, biting, reader and Gumi are turned into hybrids, bruises, feral Gumi, some degradation, cunnilingus (brief), rough vaginal sex, begging, unsafe sex, cream pie

Kinktober Masterlist

The thing Fushiguro hated most about college was the parties. He didn’t mind studying or doing homework or applying himself to his work. In fact, he loved the way you’d sit in his lap while he worked on things for his classes. You were like a weighted blanket, taking away his anxieties about not being smart enough or maybe not succeeding. You were his little good luck charm, but it came with a price. 

And that price was the parties you’d inevitably drag him to. 

He had a small group of friends that he didn’t mind hanging out with. Inumaki, Itadori, his cousin Maki and her girlfriend Nobara were all people he could be at ease around. He didn’t feel pressured to participate in the conversation and didn’t have to put up walls to protect himself as he did with everyone else. It could actually be fun with them, but with strangers? Strangers made him incredibly uncomfortable to be around. 

To make matters worse tonight wasn’t just any party, it was a Halloween party and costumes were a requirement to get in. You had been so excited about it all week, bouncing around your shared apartment happily, planning both of your outfits to the very last detail, making sure everything was in order for a wonderful night of drinking, playing games, and hanging out with people from your university. 

Thankfully, you knew your boyfriend better than anyone. You told him he could wear whatever shirt and jeans he wanted to so he would be comfortable, he just had to wear a pair of black wolf ears on his head and a matching tail clipped onto his belt loop. Though he was still hesitant at first, you gave him the saddest and poutiest look you could muster in order to convince him. 

It had worked. He had given in and agreed. Now he was sitting on the couch feeling like an idiot as you finished getting ready in the other room. He didn’t rush you, mostly because it put off the social event that much longer. He scrolled through social media on his phone, seeing pictures of his friends already dressed up and having fun. 

Fun would have been staying home and marathoning scary movies with you cuddled into his side and a big bowl of popcorn. While you had promised that you could do that tomorrow, he was still not looking forward to being around a bunch of drunk strangers tonight.

"How do I look?" Your voice called out, tentative and full of uncertainty. Megumi looked up from his phone, breath catching in his throat as his eyes greedily took in your body. 

You had gone with a classic bunny suit: skin-tight black, strapless leotard with nude pantyhose. On top of your head were a pair of upright black bunny ears, one of them bent slightly to make them look a little more realistic. Your feet held a pair of black pumps, perfecting the sultry outfit you had planned for the night's festivities. 

Your boyfriend's silence and bewildered expression had a sigh leaving your lips, "I guess I'll try my backup costume..." You muttered, about to leave to find your Kigurumi. 

"Wait, no," Fushiguro said quickly, standing up. "You just look so..." He paused, "good." His long legs made it so it only took him a few strides to get to you, pulling you up against his body as his mouth found yours. The familiar sensation of his soft lips against your own flooded you with newfound confidence and perhaps a small bit of embarrassment. 

"You look good enough to eat," He said, playfully before starting to kiss down your jaw and neck. You giggled as you pushed him away, not wanting to be any later than you already were. A part of you wished he had rushed you or reminded you of the time. 

"Come on, Wolfy," You teased him back, reaching up to pretend to scratch behind one of his faux fur ears. "We're already running behind." 

He rolled his eyes at you, "You know there's a thing such as being fashionably late." He said and watched as a cute pout formed on your lips. 

"You've been listening to Gojo-sensei too much." You replied accusingly and he scoffed in response. He took your hand and grabbed his keys before leading you outside and locking the door behind you. The party was in the same apartment building thankfully so neither of you had to worry about being a designated driver. 

Once you two made it to the appropriate floor, you headed toward the familiar apartment. Inumaki was the host for the night and the party had already spilled into the hallway with multiple people with costumes hanging out there for a bit more space. 

Manning the door was Hakari Kinji, an upperclassman that was two years Fushiguro's senior. He was in charge of ensuring the costume rule was upheld, and that no one was attending without one. 

His magenta eyes roved over your form, a smirk on his face as he checked you out thoroughly. Fushiguro didn't look too pleased as Hakari's gaze turned towards him. Hakari, wearing a suit styled to look like an old-school American gangster, was clearly unimpressed with Megumi's simple accessories. 

"I guess that counts," He said as he moved aside to let you both in. "Next time put some effort into it, damn." 

Megumi resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he went inside with you, giggling happily in tow. "Gumi, let's get a drink!" You said, tugging him towards the kitchen, "Inumaki said there was going to be a special punch just for tonight! His own recipe!" 

He didn't have the heart to tell you that you probably shouldn't trust something Inumaki made. He knew it wouldn't be worth crushing your excitement. As much as he didn't want to be here, he didn't want to risk ruining your good time. 

You found an orange cooler marked drink if you dare ♡ with a stack of red solo cups next to it. You quickly drained the mysterious pink liquid into two cups and handed one to your suspicious-looking boyfriend. 

Megumi looked into the cup, observing the swirl of green edible glitter suspended in the slightly frothy beverage. The secret ingredient is rainbow sherbert. He thought to himself, his guard relaxing as he clinked his cup with yours in a mock toast before taking a sip. 

The taste was fruity and sweet, the flavorings concealing the absurd amount of alcohol that had been added to it as well as another secret ingredient that Megumi could not figure out. Little did he know that Toge had let the sherbert detail slip on purpose. The real secret was something that only he himself knew. 

Fushigruo found his hand linking with yours once more as the two of you walked into the living room. You had already almost finished your drink, noting how delicious it was and that you hoped there was more than just the one cooler. 

He agreed with you, sitting down on the couch and pulling you into his lap as he noticed other couples hanging around were all making out, groping each other without care of who could see. Fushiguro made a face of slight disgust, not really being into watching other people suck face. 

You sat sideways in his lap, protesting that if you sat normally it would crush your fluffy bunny tail that was really just a large ball of faux fur velcroed to your backside. Megumi placed a large hand on your thigh, not liking some of the looks you had been getting from a few of the men passing by. 

You giggled as you finished your drink and set it aside. Megumi finished his drink as well, not wanting to get left behind and knowing the alcohol would at least help him relax. You shifted your weight in his lap and he felt his cock twitch at the rouge thought about how close your pussy was to it. 

He nearly let out a groan. He quickly reminded himself that he wasn't some horny seventeen-year-old anymore. He was twenty-one and knew how to control his impulses and wandering hands. 

His left hand was at the small of your back just above your tail, thumb rubbing small circles into the fabric of your costume. The air started to feel thick, anxiety creeping up the back of his throat at the thought of being around so many people. He pushed it back down, again not wanting to ruin your night. 

A lazy hum vibrated against your lips at the tingles his touch was giving you. Normally you weren't this easy to turn on, it took more than a hand squeezing your thigh or rubbing your back. Still, there was a wetness between your legs that you could not deny. 

You wondered what he'd do if he knew you weren't wearing underwear. He probably assumed you had worn a thong, any other cut of underwear would have been visible due to the way the leotard tended to sink between the cheeks of your ass. But when you had tried it with a thong a few days prior, you could still see the faint lines at your hips due to how tight the one-piece was. 

Inumaki was making his rounds, delivering drinks to guests. He was trustworthy enough that no one suspected anything of the mysterious cocktail he had made. After all the not-so-secret ingredient was relatively well known by now. 

"Looks like you two could use a refill." He said with his tattooed grin. He handed over two cups, one to you and one to Fushiguro. "Drink up!" 

Again Megumi looked into the red plastic cup at the foamy liquid. There was a swirl of a rainbow from the slowly melting sherbert and he wondered if it had been this bubbly before. He shrugged to himself before chugging it and setting the empty cup inside of his old one. 

"Thirsty, Wolfy?" You teased as you drank yours a little more slowly. It seemed to be affecting you more than him already, which made sense. Your boyfriend always had a higher tolerance than you, even though he didn't drink often. 

His eyes connected with yours and something ignited deep within him. He didn't know if it was the way your head was cocked slightly to the side or the adorably innocent expression on your face, but he suddenly felt the need to devour you whole. 

"We need to go." He said, his pants growing tighter as lust blossomed forth and grew within him. 

You pouted at him, "We just got here..." You said, looking forlorn. "Do you need to go somewhere quiet?" You knew that sometimes in social situations, Megumi would become overwhelmed with anxiety. He had been working on it in therapy but progress was never linear. 

"Yes," He rasped as he felt like something was clutching at his throat. He thought it was a panic attack, rather than what it truly was: the incredibly intense desire to be balls deep inside of you. 

You stood up, holding your hand out to him so he would grab it and hoist himself to his feet using you as an anchor. "Toge? Can we use your bedroom for a moment?" 

Inumaki glanced at you, a knowing and mischievous look on his face, "Sure. You know where it is." He replied. You thanked him before leading Megumi through the closed door and into the dimly lit room. 

Once inside, Megumi quickly slammed the door, causing you to jump in surprise. "Gumi? Are you-" Before you could finish you found yourself trapped between his solid frame and the wooden door, his lips on yours as his hips began to grind against you. 

You could feel he was already hard through his jeans. A gasp left your lower lip vulnerable to his teeth and you could have almost sworn that his incisors had somehow grown.

With the taste of blood now on your lips, Fushiguro moved to nip at your ear lobe, your neck, your collarbone, anything his mouth could easily reach. You had no idea what had gotten into him, how his actions almost felt predatory as he pawed at you through your costume. 

"I'm going to devour you whole, Bunny," He hissed between bruising kisses. A threat that shot electricity down to your core and made your thighs press together helplessly. Your own instincts felt different, felt more timid and mild while a heat began to overwhelm you. 

A half-hearted attempt to push him away left his hands attaching to your hips and fingers digging into the flesh there. His nails felt sharper and you soon realized they were cutting open the fabric of your leotard. 

You felt something twitch on the top of your head, a curious sensation that had you reaching up to feel that the two bunny years you had worn were now a part of you. Fear, confusion, and terror all washed over you as you realized your boyfriend's ears had done the same. They had melded into his hair and were now pinned back with aggression. 

"Gumi, something's wrong,"  You tried to tell him, your voice sounding higher than normal. "Our ears they're-" 

"You can't escape, Bunny." He said, suddenly moving back. His black furry tail swished back and forth in quick, low sweeps. "I can smell it all over you. How wet you are right now. How much you need to be fucked. You can't hide it from me." 

It was true. Your body was on fire and the fabric between your legs was soaked with arousal. Megumi's dark eyes were unfamiliar, maddened even. A small piece of you worried that he really would eat you. 

You found yourself being forced onto Toge's bed, guilt wracking up as you knew you were about to ruin his pristine sheets. Fushiguro didn't seem to care, his reason was now lost deep inside his mind as he used his newly acquired claws to cut out the crotch of the leotard. 

"Not even fucking wearing panties." He panted, sounding more like a canine as time passed. "What a dirty little slut I have." 

"I'm not," You protested as you felt him rip open your tights to fully expose your vulva to him. He lifted your hips ups before his tongue dove into you, lapping and sucking at the juices that had collected along your sex. 

You put a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry of surprise. His nose was pressed into your slit, inhaling deeply as if you commit the scent to memory. "Fuck you smell so goddamn good." He growled as he pulled away, his face now soaked with spit and slick. 

You could hear him unbuckling his leather belt and pulling out his long cock which was now flushed pink at the tip. You moved your hand away from your mouth briefly, "Hurry, Wolfy." Your voice came out as a needy whine that only earned a rumble of approval from Megumi's chest. 

"Hurry and do what, Bunny?" He asked as he spread his precum along his shaft. He was throbbing in his grip, ready to dive into you but needing to hear you beg for it first. "What does my little whore want?" 

"Fuck me," You whimpered. The air in the room was stifling from the smell of pheromones, the heaviness of it increasing with the impending act of sex. "Please fuck me. I need it, I'm going crazy," You continued, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him. 

Another growl left him and you finally felt his tip push past your folds before he roughly thrust into your core. You cried out, forgetting to muffle your voice as Megumi hunched over you much like a dog would, humping furiously as he held onto you tightly. 

Deep and fast, you couldn't keep up with if he was in or out. His head kissed your cervix in a way that had you mewling beneath him. Megumi drank in your sounds, huffing wildly as he continued to snap his hips into you. The sounds of balls slapping and slick squelching filled the small bedroom. Had you been more coherent you'd be praying the music outside was loud enough to cover it. 

Clawed fingers ran over your chest before finding their way between your legs, rubbing at your clit in rhythm with his thrusts. You practically bucked into his hand at the new sensation, his other hand now placed firmly over your mouth to keep you quiet. 

While you had totally forgotten about the party outside, Megumi's now sharp hearing was picking up voices from outside the door asking what was going on. He could hear Toge laugh and mutter, "A little too much party punch." 

The wall of pressure that had begun to build within your lower abdomen finally burst with orgasm. Sweet relief and ecstasy flooded coursed through your entire being, your ears now laying flat on your head as you twitched and jerked beneath the still-rutting wolf. 

"Squeezing me so damn tight," You heard him mutter as he picked up the pace, abandoning your clit and ignoring the drool he felt against his hand from your mouth. "Fucked you stupid, Bunny?" He asked between pants, his balls tightening with the upcoming release. 

You nodded your head pitifully, unable to form coherent thoughts as you still floated down from the intense orgasm. Without warning you felt his cock unload into you, filling you to the brim with white cum. 

Fushiguro's movements slowed before stopping. He remained inside of you as he removed his hand from your mouth now that you had stopped moaning. 

Clarity was starting to set in for the both of you. Megumi was scratching at his new ears, trying to figure out if they were real or not. He felt your plush tail against his bully button twitch and he snorted back a laugh at the ticklish sensation it gave him. 

He finally pulled out and laid down next to you as you curled into his side affectionately. "What the hell was in that cocktail?" He muttered to himself.  You hummed back a response before lifting up and straddling his waist. Arousal was already weeding it's way back into you, pussy clenching at the need for his cock to be inside of you once more. "I don't know. But I like it."

A/N: ahahha once again the prompt kind of got away from me. Kinktober is now complete! I hope you enjoyed it <3 I may write a part two to this for Halloween next year :>

#fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jjk megumi #fushiguro x you #fushiguro x reader #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #jjk x you #jjk smut #fushiguro smut #megumi smut #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #megumi fushiguro #jjk fanfic #megumi scenarios #jjk imagines #fushiguro imagine #megumi imagine

[ratherbefangirling]

Drabble : Blind for you

Pairing: Yandere Taehyung x toxic darling reader

Summary: Who thought blind could turn into blissful

Warning: Yandere, mentioned lovemaking non explicit (they do makeout though i guess), mentioned cheating.

More in this universe 🖤

Taehyung isn't interested in any of the blind date candidates he has met so far. They are the same old boring women.

Until he meets you.

At first you don't seem to be worthy enough for his attention. Honestly he just wanted to try the latest menu of the restaurant and Jungkook refused to accompany him because he was on a diet, the traitor.

You are an anxious mess. Easily startled when he comes sits infront of you. Your hands tiny compared to his are fiddling but he pretends not to notice that.

"You must be Miss Y/n. I'm Taehyung. Nice to meet you."

You were perhaps not ready to meet him because for a while you just stare at his face he doesn't blame you its hard to come across a face like his, but then you realise yourself and offer him a polite smile.

"Same.. I feel the same." you say.

He nods.

The server comes to takes your order.

You are torn on what to decide.

"I would like the same as his." You tell the server trying your best not to seem to out of place hating you are out of your comfort zone.

Then you both talk light topics. Taehyung is bored, he can tell you're pretending. Like calls to like afterall.

"So Miss Y/n What are you looking for in a partner?" He asks really not interested.

"Someone who can protect me?" You say eyes earnest. Wouldn't it be lovely to kill the hope in you.

"As lovely as you are I'm not the one youre looking for I am not a good man."

"I didn't ask for a good man." You said taking a sip of your drink.

He raises an eyebrow. Amused by the turn of conversation, do you even know what you're talking about.

"I just want someone to love and protect me."

"Waiting for your prince charming cinderella." He laughs rolling his eyes internally.

"No I don't mind a villain. Rather I'm fond of them."

A misinformed kid, he thinks. Probably with a saviour complex.

But then he looks at you, really looks at you and there is something about you which makes him feel that there is something more.

"You are very interesting Miss Y/n. Has someone told you that."

"You just did."

Marriage with Taehyung was an experience to put it lightly. You were a couple everyone envied.

Taehyung did everything for you. He really was the perfect husband. You didn't have to lift a finger to get what you wanted and it would stay that way as long as you looked only and only at him and loved him above everyone.

Even though Taehyung had found a perfect doll he could use to decorate his doll house. There was still a part of him that remained unsatisfied.

He did adore you. Cute little thing you were so soft, so precious and his idealism of you really was something because there were so many things you would call yourself but you don't think even half of his 'endearments' aligned with you.

You were always there for him. If he needed a cuddle buddy because that work trip was terribly lonely you would accompany him even if you only got to see him for 15 minutes that day. If he needed someone he could show off his tie collection to, you would listen about designs and patterns to no end. He was especially glad when you got him a tie organiser and tie clips.

In return he made sure that you had everything you wanted and he would procure it by any means necessary. More importantly he was ready to end anybody who even dared to look at you in any way that was less than savory if you wanted. He made a show out of it too because killing them wasn't enough he had to ruin everything they loved first. It really was too perfect.

Around two years into your arrangement, your friend accused him of cheating. He had expected you to get angry, make a fuss, maybe even cry about it. You surprise him by doing none of those.

You simply asked your friend to leave and to never talk to you again.

That night you made love to one another as usual and were laying caged in his arms. When curiosity overcame him.

"You trust me that much." He whispered into your ears.

"No." You replied unfazed.

It almost excited his inner child when you were like this.

He had seen you laugh and cry, smile and sing, devasted and angry but when you were unfeeling, it was then he wanted to get inside you and destroy you.

"Then?" He said biting down on the hickeys he created.

"I know your brain is enraptured by mine. You couldn't touch someone else and not be reminded of me." You turn to face him.

"Besides I too keep tabs on you. You know it Taehyung." You add kissing his Adams apple.

Using your nails you trace your name on his skin.

"And you promised to protect me jagi that includes my honor which will be tarnished if you betrayed me...and if you do that I might just have to end you then."

Taehyung laughs entertained by your daring words. You smile back and pull his neck bringing his face closer to you so you can kiss him.

"And how will you end me." He asks lips swollen and hair crumpled.

"Do you have suggestions jagi.. really though please don't make me work so hard I did marry you to avoid the hard work?"

"You really are something else?" He says.

"Mm hmm." You say cuddling closer to the warm body of your husband.

"Just keep looking after me and I will look at you . We both won't have any problems then."

"Maybe I should just stop letting you meet your friends?" He says rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Mmh I will be bored then but should I just become you're secretary?"

"My mom would kill me if I made her precious daughter in law work."

"Just give me a baby then."

"That sounds better."

"It does. But right now I'm sleepy. So goodnight hubby."

"Goodnight wifey." He says kissing your forehead.

Who would have thought a boring blind date would turn into a lovely marriage.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts au #kim taehyung #yandere bts #yandere taehyung #yandere kpop #yandere taehyung x reader #btsbookshelves #taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere au #yandere x y/n #bts v imagine #bts imagines #bts scenarios #v imagine #yandere imagines #kpop imagines

[livingwithlosingyou]

Living with Losing You - 11/14/2022

So many tears. 

I made the mistake of watching the new Netflix Christmas movie because I heard so many good things about Lohan’s comeback. I’ll get into this more later. 

This morning was nice. Besides getting PS, I took Sadie to the dog park to play, which she was very happy about. Work wasn’t too crazy, fortunately. I had meetings that I had to attend, but it was mostly manageable. We love a manageable workday. Sadie and Latte were cuddling on the bed which was super cute. Love them.

My stomach has still been bad, so I ended up ordering Arbonne. Will have to report back on if it works.

Kevin sent me more clips of them recording / working on my music. I ma really wanting to get the roughs though, it’s kind of driving my crazy. I just am so excited. Plus, I really want to see where this is at. 

Today was an important day from a coaching standpoint because I went to talk to the AD as mentioned. He was very receptive to what I had to say, and we had very good conversation. I hate that this is how it has to go, but also I refuse to allow this behavior toward myself and the athletes. We will just leave it at that. 

After that meeting, I walked down to practice. The boys were doing 1K workouts, and quite well might I add. They were hitting their target paces, and negative splitting throughout the workout. Was very proud of them! While they were working out, the women’s soccer coach came up and started talking to me. He remembered me from H.S., cause I did play one season of soccer. He started asking how I was doing, etc. We ended up talking about my main job, music, coaching, and then the Redefine Recovery LLC. He then opened up and told he that his partner (he used to work in criminal justice) took his life in front of him. I cannot even imagine having someone die in your arms like that. He was so strong about it, and incredibly encouraging of my idea as well. He thought it would do a lot of good, and even offered some advice about groups to target and help, that he would love to help if he can, etc. It was a great conversation all in all. Once the boys were done, we headed into the weight room. 

We talked about each of their races, and then about the upcoming training / state meet. I cannot wait to go to state! It’s going to be so much fun. I also can’t believe that it’s basically mid November. It’s a mix of “where did the time go?” but also “this is dragging on forever”. Crazy phenomenon. Anyway, after practice I went home, bought sushi, watched that Christmas movie, and then just rested. I really needed to. That movie though. The main guy’s name just happened to be Jake. Unfortunately the girls nickname was Sarah. It was kind of annoying. I know you’re gone and it was just a short thing, but it just still makes me upset. Clearly still trauma I need to work through. It mostly made me upset thinking about Christmas, and our holiday “Chrimahhh”. You should be here. In one of the notes you wrote me, you talked about how excited you were for these holidays. And how you loved our little traditions. I loved them too. Between that movie and having had decorated yesterday, I was overdue for a cry. I definitely had a solid cry. Man I just miss you so much sometimes. 

You dad had texted me this morning and just said that he had read a story about a woman who lost her partner, and that his heart breaks for me. My heart literally hurts when I think about you. I am so sorry that you were in so much pain. I hope you are free from it all now. 

I also talked to an couple other friends this evening on the phone which was super nice.

I will say, I have seen a couple more hearts around. I think you could sense that I was struggling. 

Nothing will ever replace you. No one ever could.

I love you.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

P.S.: Latte broke my ornaments and I’m sad now. Well, more sad now.

[lol-q]

so communication tomorrow while they're cuddling???

#love that clip #but still waiting for conversations like they had in the cuddle clip #druck

[en-hale-archives]

Curiosity Killed The Cat ~~

Pairing ⑅ boyfriend!hoon x fem!reader

genre ⑅ established relationship, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, oral - m and f receiving, reverse cowgirl)

word count ⑅ 2.7k

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, somnophilia (CONSENT IS GIVEN), cussing, read at your own discretion

synopsis ⑅ After a forgotten conversation drifts in your mind, you become curious about Sunghoon and his weird kink...

author's note ⑅ So I've been really wanted to do some Sunghoon lately, and this popped up in my head and I've had fun writing it! Again somnophilia is presented, but with GIVEN and OBVIOUS consent (remember, consent is sexy)! let me know if you see mistakes, other than that ENJOY!

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With a sigh of relief, you opened the door to Sunghoon's dorm that you were temporarily staying at for the past few weeks.

After getting off of a long day at work, Sunghoon practically begged you to come over (as if you weren't already there every day). The plan was to get to him and cuddle close while napping the rest of the day away, but Seoul traffic backtracked all evening plans.

None of the images are mine, They all belong to their rightful owners :)A drive that was only supposed to last 10 minutes left a duration of forty. Things only got worse when you found out your guys' favorite restaurant was close. Now it was instant noodles and hot tea for breakfast in the morning. With an exasperated huff, you ran your hand through your hair and trudged up the steps. You weren't half as exhausted as you knew Sunghoon was, but walking up these steps left your body aching and tired by the time you made it to the top.

Five flights later, you both gulp for air and make your way into the dorm that was shared with Jake, but lately, he liked spending most of his time with the younger members and sleeping on the extra bed they had in their room. He complained it was always too cold in Sunghoon's dorm.

You entered into the dorm that was kind of like a tiny home and shut the door carefully, not knowing if Sunghoon was already fast asleep in his bed. He tried his best to stay up until you arrived, but the laborious days spent dancing and singing forced his body to rest when he got the chance.

You locked the door and threw the keys on the couch, along with your coat and hat. You slide your shoes off and fix them so they're out of the walkway and against the wall. You remembered hearing the sound of gritted teeth curse when Sunghoon walked in the night and would repeatedly slip and almost fall. It led to a cute, but agitated baby.

You take a quick look around and notice all the lights are turned off. Walking closer into the dorm, you squint to be able to make out figures in the dark.

When you don't see him lounged out on the couch, you make your way over to his bed, positive that he has fallen asleep. Usually, when coming in late in the evenings, Sunghoon would wait on the couch with a cup of hot tea and watch clips of himself on youtube until he realized his eyes couldn't stay open any longer and make his way to the bed, but still, he tried his best to stay awake until he heard the knob of the door click.

You walk quietly to the bed and try to make out a figure but fail. You set your hand over the large puff of blankets and are met with his boney frame. You move closer to view where his head was but are only met with a bundle of covers and a peek of his dark brown hair. You chuckle under your breath and go into Sunghoon's bottom drawer and pull out a pair of his shorts and sweatshirt. Jake was right, it was freezing in here.

You hear shuffling happen behind you. and Sunghoon lifted his head in confusion and sleepiness, tucking the blanket under his arm to get a better view. He turned on a little lamp and looks back at you. His face softens and a sheepish smile plays on his face. You make your way towards his bed and he lifts the covers to allow you in.

When you feel a feathery kiss placed on your cheek, you can practically feel the stressful afternoon evaporate from your mind when Sunghoon pulls you closer into him. He snaked his arms around your waist and you feel the blanket tug on you tighter. The warmth from his body and the thick covers overloaded your senses, and you feel your own eyes become heavy.

"I missed you so much today," his words slurred together, mostly due to exhaustion, but he pressed another gentle kiss on your ear.

Minutes pass, and you can feel Sunghoon's tight hold on you loosen. Even though his sleep, Sunghoon fingers treaded through your hair, knowing that it was a quick mechanism to get you to sleep quick.

But being so close to Sunghoon's half-naked body did something to you. You spent the next few minutes just nestled under his hold and listening to the soft sounds of his breathing. After these long days of making money and working hard, it wasn't easy to get actual time together that wasn't just eating and sleeping. Sure, sometimes you both got intimate, but Sunghoon's exhaustion left him not strong enough to last much longer than a few minutes; if that. He loved pleasuring you, but you rarely got to pleasure him. He said that the thought of you making him feel good made him want to, "make you feel even better." It was a constant battle that you never won.

If you thought about this for too long, you wouldn't be able to hold back your slight squirms. Thankfully, Sunghoon was asleep, but too much movement and he'll wake up with questions.

You peek up, catching the view of his relaxed face that was missing out on its usual bubbly expression. You've seen it thousands of times before, but that didn't hold you back from staring, analyzing every inch of his smooth skin, and smiling at his familiar features that you loved so much. Reaching up with your free arm, you blaze your fingers through his silky hair and travel it down to the bridge of his nose, over to his cheek, and land on his eyebrows. You traced carefully over his thick arches, careful not to wake him, but the sudden urge to touch him had begun to increase.

Your thoughts carry you to a conversation not too long ago amongst him and the members. You felt heat flush over your body and carry out from in-between your legs. Openly talking about things like sex was never something you could do, even when you were around the boys and it seemed to be the only thing they all fixated on. They would continue to pester you both about certain actions in the bedroom, curious as to what positions and would dirty talk was used the most. They had even brought up a discussion about kinks and fetishes, which led you to an unexpected answer from Sunghoon.

"I think I might have a sleep kink." He blurted. You couldn't hold back your expression as the word escaped his mouth. You laughed with the others but wanted to hear more about it, so you asked him in private.

"Yeah, like being able to touch you while you slept," you felt your stomach tingle. "But it's not something I would ever do without your permission." He made that very clear.

"But if you're curious," he stepped closer, "You have my permission to do whatever you want with me while I'm in la-la land." You remembered the way your head fogged and how you couldn't get the idea out of your brain.

Now was the best time. Sunghoon was trapped in a deep sleep, snoring softly. Biting your lip in a way to stay as quiet as possible, you shift. The goal was to get out from under his hold, but you knew this obstacle itself was going to be difficult. You never got out of the bed until he got out of the bed and there was no changing that. You start to feel like this idea is even better when he doesn't move a muscle. Just a cute grumble and a slight shift to his back. You give his face one last glance before diving under the covers. You don't waste your time moving down his body. You wanted to kiss on each part, but you were scared that it would cause him to stir and wake. You didn't want that just yet.

You settle your way between his legs, feeling the heat rush along your entire body, sure that any second now it would burst into flames. But you let the heat rush because now you were sure you wanted to do this. Sticking two fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear, you begin undressing the rest of his body. You fluster when his member pokes out, but swallow done a sigh of nerves. You pay attention to the way his lean torso leads down to the white of his lower stomach and stops at his cock. It was soft as of now, but you were determined to change that.

You were still in disbelief, even when you lean down and gave his head a sensitive lick. You take time to focus on his taste and surprised at how much you like it. After doing this several times over, you make a mental note of the feeling of his cock on your tongue and move into bigger actions. It felt like skin, except softer. You thought it would creep you out, but you find yourself getting more and more aroused. It's not long before you take him in your mouth, wrapping it gently around his head and taking a second to explore with your tongue. Half a second later, you feel it go hard and grow. You're surprised to feel how his once smooth skin turned rough and covered in veins.

You feel his hips thrust, and you stop. You felt his legs move slightly and the covers above you move back. You squint when your eyes are met back with the light of the room.

Sunghoon looked down with shock on his face. You can hear his breathing hitch and falter. Your words fall short in your throat and you both sit there staring at each other. You feel a shiver being sent up your spine and feel like crying. Maybe this wasn't a good idea?

"Come here." Sunghoon expression turns to a smirk. He propped himself on his forearms, and looked your body up and down, even in the baggy-ness of his clothes.

You move your face closer, but Sunghoon protests, "no, bring your ass here." You nearly fall off the bed.

"huh-" he cut you off, and brought your face to his, giving it a passionate kiss. He looks at you with a mischievous grin and pulls your hair back from your face.

"Please," his voice was laced with desire and need; who were you to keep that away from him?

With a quick kiss to his cheek, you do as he asked and turn, straddling him backward and resting on top of his own body. You wanted this time for Sunghoon, but of course, he also wanted to make it about you. You fight the urge to resist when you feel his hands stroke your thighs. You feel your eyes widen. Sunghoon does the same in removing your clothes, tucking in two fingers, and pulling them down. You feel the cold air brush against your opening and you can't help but tremble, partly due to the air, but also to Sunghoon's warm hands on your skin.

Your grip on the sheets tighten. Sunghoon is gentle though, tracing his fingers over the delicate flesh between your legs.

"Keep going," His voice kind of spooks you, but you move your hands back onto his thighs. "let's do this together." he adds, "don't think, just do what makes me feel good and I'll do what makes you feel good."

You feel him shift under you and a huff of hot breath hits your clit. You feel him take two fingers and spread you open, a slight movement, but it makes your thighs shiver.

He's done this over and over -- well, never you on top of him, but it was the same as he always has, but it felt brand new each time. You feel his wet tongue flick repeatedly over your opening and you let out a moan almost immediately.

The motivation to make him feel good drowns you, and your lips meet at his cock again. He has a nice grip on your hips, and you feel him grinding you back and forth. You moan his name against his cock when his mouth finds your clit and sucks roughly.

You try taking him all in your mouth, forgetting that you're new to this and inevitable gag. You felt it touch the back of your throat and almost rest there like it was where it belonged.

Your moans become outrageous against him, followed by a shy whimper when he compliments you on how wet you were. This all felt too good. The taste of him, the feeling of him, the desire to have him. You leap your mouth off his cock and stroke lightly, taking time to breathe and focus on your own pleasure. You helplessly grind your hips against his face and move up and down. Sunghoon notices and inserts a finger, causing a cry out of your mouth. You're so turned on that sucking him and making him come first was all you wanted to worry about. A little later he adds another and curls his fingers, continuing to lick across your clit. You knew your goal for him to orgasm first would fail as you arrived to the edge.

"Fuck," you cursed -- you never cussed. "Sunghoon please.." He responds with a quick motion, going deeper and licking harder. Your vision starts to go cloudy. You try to continue to focus your attention on his cock, but your pleasure stopped you from being able to suck, so your mouth hung over like dark clouds.

With one deep thrust of his fingers, you try to let out a warning, but it was too late. Your cries echo in the room as your orgasm hits harder than it ever has. You shake against him, grinding like crazy. You can even feel your nails dig into the skin of his thighs.

"Ride me," Sunghoon rushed out. Your mind was so foggy that you would do anything he asked for. He guided you down to his cock and gripped your hips tightly. You sit down slowly and moan at how warm and big he felt entering you. You feel the slick of yourself pour over him, the after-effect from your previous orgasm.

"Fuck yes," Sunghoon moans out. You grab at his knees and rolled your back to an arch, grinding your hip on him.

You knew exactly what you were doing, this was your favorite position, something you would've told the members had you not wanted to be private about your love life.

You place your feet on his thighs and ride back and forth, up and down. you bounce off his hips and go from the tip and slam down hard on his base. Sunghoon can't keep his hands from cupping your ass, giving it a few spanks.

"Oh -- my god." You gasped.

"Right there," Sunghoon gasped with you as his hands gripped onto your hips and aided in your rhythm.

Your knees give out as you feel the pleasure coarse through your body, and Sunghoon takes the wheel and thrusts deep, over and over again.

You felt how wet both of you were each time he slammed against you. You could feel your second orgasm arriving, and soon enough you screaming his name higher than before. You felt yourself clench and Sunghoon hisses, cursing as he orgasmed with you. You feel the slick liquid coat your inner walls and fall out slowly as you both grind your highs out.

You fall back against his chest and you both pant heavily, covered in sweat and bodily fluids.

"Fuck, you're good at that." Sunghoon breathes out. You laughed as you laid next to him, turning to face him and giving a quick kiss. "This wasn't my initial plan, but I think this turned out better."

Sunghoon eyes light up, "Yes, I see that you took my offer," He puts his hand on your hips and draws you loser.

"Yes, but you didn't let me finish." You swing a leg over his and give him a mischievous smile, the same he gave you.

"I think as a punishment, you should try and do it to me."

Sunghoon eyes lift in shock. "With pleasure."

————✧———— None of the images are mine, They all belong to their rightful owners :)

#sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon headcanons #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon oneshots #sunghoon enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #engene #kpop smut #kpop fluff #!kay! writes #!kay! writer #enjoy!

[mangozcat]

genre — fluff

a/n — this is my first ever reaction so i apologize if it’s not the best! trying to expand my writing abilities! happy thanksgiving <3 def not 100% accurate at all but i had fun writing them this way

your first thanksgiving together with nct dream

jaemin

jaemin loved spending time with you. since the two of you began dating, he was dedicated to making cutesy dates and dinner plans. despite the fact that he was always busy, jaemin somehow always made the time to spend a few hours with you. whether it was with his arms wrapped comfortingly around your stomach as the two of you watched tv, or with you in his lap with your lips hungrily attached to his.

thanksgiving was no different. since he was in a group, the two of you ate with them, but he was always right by your side, glued to you. if you asked someone to pass the salt, he was eager to grab it first, just to please you. if you needed a refill, he jumped at the chance to help, and you found it sweet.

when you had food on your face, jaemin would just stare, making you a bit curious and start rubbing at random parts of your face. “do I have something on my face?” you’d ask, licking at your lips in the hopes of getting it off. even if you got it, he’d murmur a quiet yes as an excuse to rub his thumb gently across your lip.

you rolled your eyes at his antics, but you still pulled him into a short and sweet kiss, making him smile. after the dinner, jaemin would sneak you away to his room, where you’d watch movies and get lost in the taste of each other.

haechan

during thanksgiving, which was one of haechan’s favorite holidays because of all the food, he was always busy stuffing his tummy full of food. he’d have your chair pulled a bit closer to his, with one of his arms tossed across the back of your chair, all while he babbled mindlessly to his friends.

several times did you tell him to have manners, and haechan would only smile and kiss your cheek, continuing to converse loudly. when you had to get up and go to the bathroom, haechan immediately noticed and turned his attention to you, following you around like a puppy.

he would whine when you had to go in, and lean his head against the wall beside the door and wait for you to come out. as soon as you left, he’d pull you into an embrace, telling you how much he missed you. you’d tsk and call him clingy, to which he’d nod.

“I’m only clingy with you,” he whispered, dotting your face with small little kisses. he’d teasingly pepper your nose and your cheeks, avoiding your lips until you got tired of it and forced him to kiss you properly.

jeno

jeno was always perfecting his skills. he was a workaholic in a sense.

even while everyone else was downstairs eating, he’d be in his room listening to his own vocals and seeing if there was room for improvement. he’d jot down little notes on a pad of paper and nod to his own thoughts. one clip after another, he’d criticize every little mistake he made.

after he got frustrated with himself over and over, you figured he’d spent enough time to himself. tugging at his arm, you’d force his attention to you. “let’s go eat with the others,” you told him, sending him a sweet smile and cupping his face. he looked tired and drained, and you assumed he really needed the break.

“it’ll make you feel better,” you told him, giving him a little peck. he shrugged, reluctantly leaving behind his computer and notepad. before the two of you left the room, jeno tugged you back to him. he took you into a warm hug, burying his head in your shoulder.

“can we just cuddle?” he’d murmured against your skin. “we can eat later, right?”

you nodded at the boy, pulling him into his bed.

renjun

renjun was the oddball.

he wasn’t a big fan of thanksgiving. instead of eating with the group, he preferred to stay in his room and read, or browse on his phone. you understood this much about him, and you never pressed for more, though you did wander downstairs and grab a bite to eat so you weren’t hungry.

the two of you would just play games on the computer or watch tv together. when you got bored, you’d switch to watching a movie or debating on what couples looked better together. you’d read the comments of videos, or browse the web for cute pictures fans had captured of you together.

renjun would just hum, pointing to his favorite picture, and say, “I think you look really cute here.” then he’d point to another, and another, and another, all while saying the same thing over and over again. “in conclusion, I think you look cute in every picture.”

then he’d grab your face, smiling at you, “but you look even cuter in person.”

chenle

chenle was too sweet for his own good. he was such a cutie, and you loved him so much. when thanksgiving finally rolled around, he’d wake you up with a phone call. you’d be angry that someone disturbed your sleep, but his words would make up for it.

“sorry, beautiful,” he’d say, giggling cutely to himself. then he’d tell you good morning and give you some time to wake up before breaking the news. “I made plans for the two of us. I was thinking... maybe the two of us could celebrate together.”

“oh?” you’d hum as you get ready, wandering to the bathroom.

“yeah!’ he exclaimed. you could almost see the big smile on his face, a beaming kind of smile that made your heart flutter. “I told the boys I had plans this thanksgiving, so I hope you don’t have anything planned. I couldn’t imagine spending thanksgiving with anyone other than you.”

you just smiled, “what time?”

jisung

your boyfriend was shy. he was a sweet and adorable soul, but he practically melted under everyone’s gaze. during the entire celebration, jisung’s hand would be in yours, and his eyes would dart between you and everyone else. you’d squeeze his hand comfortingly, making him grin.

his friends always teased him about you, so he was happy to finally have a holiday where everyone’s mouths were too full to actually make fun of him. he would peacefully enjoy his food, making small talk with you. if you got up for any reason, he’d excuse himself and follow after you.

when you found yourself in the kitchen, refilling your drink, you’d turn to meet eyes with jisung. he’d immediately blush, looking down at the ground while he played with his fingers. you’d chuckled and pull him to you, squeezing his shoulders while you gave him a warm hug.

“just didn’t wanna be without you...” he murmured quietly.

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[realllllfangirllllll]

{SF9 Reaction} They get jealous of you fangirling at another group.

Kingdom Edition

{Requested by anon}

SF9 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

(Disclaimer: I kinda wrote mini scenarios for each of them b/c I love this concept so much ashfdgkkjs)

Youngbin

The two of you were pretty transparent with each other in the relationship so he knew you stanned many other groups besides his own. Nothing really bothered him, but that was until he joined Kingdom. While the two of you sat on your couch, cuddled against each other to rewatch the pilot episode, you kept commenting on Bang Chan’s performance and how he had such great leadership skills. Youngbin felt himself get jealous especially when the topic of leadership was brought up. He tried his best to conceal his expression so he raised his other hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist to the side of his face. You noticed his behavior and immediately thought of a mischievous plan. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you saw your calm and composed boyfriend on the verge of breaking down from jealousy. You purposely escalated your fangirling on Bang Chan until Bin couldn’t contain his composure anymore and he unwinded his arm around your waist, got up, and stood in front of your view. You suppressed your laughter as you moved your head around in an attempt to watch the tv but he wasn’t impressed. His entire body moved along with wherever you moved and you ended up bursting out into giggles. You grabbed his waist to still him but he didn’t budge. “Kitten, I’m not going to stop until you praise me like you did with Bang Chan,” Youngbin said in a bitter tone. You stopped giggling and stood on the couch to match his height. Out of the blue, you showered his sour face with kisses and his expression immediately shifted into his signature eye smile. You pulled back and said sweetly, “How about I give you kisses instead?”

Inseong

Inseong just got back from his shooting for Kingdom and you welcomed him with your arms and wide opened for a hug. He always loved when you gave him a long, warm hug after a day of tiring work but today, he was a lot clingier than usual. He never pulled apart from the hug and walked forward, which caused you to topple over the soft couch. You giggled as he stuffed his face into the side of your neck and took a whiff of your scent. You wiggled around as he tickled you with his breath. In between your giggles you asked why he was being like a mopey puppy and he let out a long groan. He pulled apart and stared up into your eyes with his dopey ones and whined, “When we got ready to leave the shooting site for Kingdom, Chanwoo came up to me and told me how nice you were. How do you guys even know each other??” You chuckled at his pouty and jealous expression and placed your hand on top of his head. You played with his fluffy hair and told him in an amused tone, “Chani had his number and I love Chanwoo’s voice.” You saw Inseong pout again and you continued teasing him, “I couldn’t just give up on such a great opportunity. I am a dedicated ikonic.” The last sentence triggered him and he immediately hoisted his body up and peered down at you with jealousy, “I thought you love my voice.” You giggled and decided to stop teasing him before he exploded with even more jealousy and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him down and connected your lips to his, “I love your voice the most.” He immediately replaced the pout on his lips with a wide smile.

Jaeyoon

You waited for Jaeyoon to finish taking a shower after he came back from his shoot for Kingdom so you sprawled yourself across your bed and decided to stream the youtube clips of previous Kingdom performances on your iPad. The thumbnail of The Boyz’s performance caught your eye and you clicked into the clip. You were so excited to see another version of The Stealer and also couldn’t wait to see your bias, Sangyeon, dancing to it. You were so absorbed into their beautiful choreo, you didn’t realize that Jaeyoon came out of the bathroom and was standing by the bed frame for a good ten minutes. He cleared his throat but you didn’t hear him through the loud audio. Jealously crept into his veins and he tried his best to cover it with sarcasm, “Should I dance to The Stealer so my baby will pay attention to me?” You finally heard him and chuckled at his behavior. You taunted him in response, “But it won’t be the same because you’re not Sangyeon.” Jaeyoon gasped, feigning hurt and took the device from your hands. He carelessly placed it on the bedside table before he flung himself onto the soft mattress. He hovered over you and said with amusement, “Well then I guess I have to show you why Jaeyoon is even better.”

Dawon

Dawon stared at you for the longest time in disbelief and chuckled out of nervousness as you sat beside him on the couch of his company’s dance studio. You made dramatic fangirl comments at Ateez’s Kingdom performance especially when Seonghwa appeared on the screen. You punched Dawon’s arm and told him to watch with you, excessively showering Seonghwa with praises. You weren’t oblivious to your boyfriend’s jealousy but you loved it whenever the opportunity came up. He has a tendency of sarcastically laughing with a hint of shy nervousness when he gets jealous and that was exactly how he was acting at the moment. Originally, you only wanted to see Ateez’s performance because you were a big fan of them and because you were waiting for Dawon to finish practicing. But when he came down and sat beside you, you unintentionally praised Seonghwa’s beauty on stage which sparked Dawon’s jealously and you couldn’t help but to continuously tease him and rile him up. As a result, you amped up your inner fangirl until Dawon couldn’t handle it anymore. “Okay that’s it,” He chuckled bitterly and grabbed your phone. You turned to him and he stared into your eyes with a pout and large puppy eyes. “Focus on me baby.” You swallowed down a laughter and extended your arm out for the phone and wailed, “But my Seonghwa!” At this rate, Dawon knew you were messing with him so he grabbed your arms and placed it around his neck before he proceeded to lift you up off the couch and onto him. He sat back down on the couch and had you on top of his laps. Quickly and cunningly, he shoved your phone underneath his butt and sarcastically remarked with amusement, “Come get your phone if you want to see your Seonghwa that badly.”

Rowoon

Rowoon had just come back from his shooting for Kingdom and you followed him around the house like a lost puppy. “Did you see Younghoon? Did you get to talk to him? How was it seeing him perform live??” You fired questions at him like an automatic rifle, clearly showing your enthusiasm as a Deobi, especially a Younghoon stan. Rowoon knew you really liked The Boyz and he was usually fine with your enthusiastic support for the group. He would even join you and fanboy himself when you watch their stages on Youtube. But Rowoon was exhausted after the shooting and was anticipating to have his s/o welcome him home with some love, something he missed so much after being apart from you for drama and Kingdom shootings. Instead, you were asking him about another man and that immediately sparked his jealousy. At first, he just let you ramble on as he took off his shoes and went to the bathroom to freshen up. He loves you and he usually will never pick a fight or act petty no matter how jealous he was. You knew that. You also knew that he was jealous the moment you opened your mouth. At first, you only wanted to get some intel from your boyfriend who had seen one of your biases in person but after seeing the jealousy that flashed in his eyes, you made it your mission to make Rowoon crack for once. You were enjoying yourself so much that you continued talking about Younghoon even as he was in the shower. You leaned against the marble sink and tried saying random nonsense to rile him up but he only chuckled at your fangirl behavior and continued to shower. Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed your mind and you waited until Rowoon turned off the shower faucet and stepped out to initiate the plan. You feigned a curious, innocent stare at him and placed your hand beneath your chin as if you were deeply contemplating. “Babe, I’m curious about something...” He absentmindedly replied as he plugged in the hair dryer to the wall outlet, “Oh yeah? What is it?” You smirked and eyed him up and down, “Do you think Younghoon is as tall and built as you?” Rowoon froze midway through drying his hair. He turned towards you and turned the device off with a jealous look on his face, one that you have never seen before. You bit down on your lips to hold back a laughter. Gotcha. Before he could muster up a response you continued, “What about his laugh? Does he laugh like you do?” You stared at your boyfriend innocently and his face was flushed red with jealousy. He placed the hair dryer aside and suddenly hoisted you up on top of his broad shoulders, “Definitely not.” He said firmly and then chuckled before softly throwing you onto the cloud-like mattress. His face hovered closely above yours, “He will never be able to easily carry you like I just did nor could he ever make you smile the way I do.” You burst out into giggles as he proceeded to tickle you until you shower him with compliments the way you did with Younghoon.

Zuho

Zuho casually talked to you about his experience in Kingdom as he drove through the dimly lit streets. The two of you decided to go for a quick date late at night, mostly to avoid getting caught by the media, and he was beyond excited to tell you about meeting his seniors. You listened intently and responded with excitement as well since the both of you were huge fans of Btob. Zuho stopped talking once the car had arrived to the isolated park. The two of you laid on top of the car’s hood and gazed at the stars in the night sky and continued the conversation. Somewhere in the middle of your chat, you turned to him and pouted. You told him you wish you were there as well because you wanted to see and hear Minhyuk live. You emphasized with a big pout on your lips, “I want to see Minhyuk rap with his husky voice but also hear him sing with his honey smooth vocals.” Zuho froze for a second, your words not fully processing through his mind. He turned towards you and mumbled with slight jealousy, “I didn’t know you like Minhyuk that much.” He chuckled in disbelief and questioned you, “Husky voice? Honey smooth vocals?” He then became really flustered, caught by surprise at you fangirling more than usual. He kept blinking in disbelief, unable to accept the fact that you liked Minhyuk so much. You found amusement in his cute behavior and teased him even more. You placed your hands by your heart and said dramatically, “I could die happily once I hear Minhyuk live.” Zuho started to get really flustered, cheeks red with jealousy. You chuckled at your adorable boyfriend and squished his cheeks, “I’m messing with you babe! I’m a diehard Melody but my boyfriend is always the #1 person I’d die for.” You gave him a ridiculously sweet look and he caved in. He pulled you on top of him for a hug before the both of you accidentally slid off the side of the hood and onto the ground, with Zuho underneath you as a cushion. He grunted at the impact as you giggled uncontrollably.

Taeyang

When you were mindlessly humming to No Air in the kitchen after watching The Boyz’s latest Kingdom performance, Taeyang’s ears perked up and jealousy immediately ignited in his body. Yes, he gets jealous that easily. You would usually tell him how you enjoy watching The Boyz perform because it’s so satisfying and he would agree because it’s true. But you would also start to notice his pettiness everytime you mention them. He’d nod at your comments and agree but in a way that seems almost sarcastic. “Yeah they are great dancers,” he’d tell you. But then he’d look up at you and say, almost for confirmation, “But I’m a great dancer too.” You’d chuckled to yourself and agree or else you know he’ll be sulking for the rest of the day. But this time, you wanted to see how Taeyang gets when he’s really jealous. At first, No Air really was stuck on your head so you were humming to it. However, something mischievous struck you as you were making chocolate covered strawberries in the kitchen. You wanted to see how far you could take the joke so you purposely pressed his buttons. From the moment he heard you humming, he immediately dashed by your side and wrapped his arms around you as you boiled the chocolate. He laid his head on your shoulder and tried his best to subtly ask you, “Were you watching The Boyz’s performance again?” You replied with a yes and emphasized, “Juyeon is such a great dancer and his expressions are so intriguing,” and that’s when Taeyang lost it. He clung onto you as you were trying to cool down the chocolate and even while you were moving to grab the strawberries from the fridge, he’d stick to you like glue and kept asking you why you like Juyeon so much. “Babyyy,” he whined, “Did you forget about me??” He kept kissing your cheeks with his arms wrapped around you as you struggled to wash the strawberries. At the end, you gave up and twisted around to face him. His arms never let go of your waist as he continued saying jealous nonsense. You took your hand and squished his cheeks, “You are the best, most handsome and talented dancer, artist, and boyfriend okay?” He smirked, satisfied, and you giggled at his ridiculous face squished between your hand. He was just about to open his mouth to spew more nonsense and you shoved a strawberry in his mouth, “okay now shush babe. I love you but I want to eat my chocolate covered strawberries, preferably with the chocolate, so stop clinging onto me.”

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung’s a fun-loving boyfriend and he wouldn’t just randomly get jealous even if you were meeting up with an ex. He respects your boundaries and trusts your decisions. You love him for that but it also wanted made you curious as to how your boyfriend would react when jealous. SO you decided to surprise him after his Kingdom shoot and went to pick him up with their manager. You hid in the van and surprised the boys when they came toward the vehicle. The eight boys already knew your devious plan and paid no mind to you acting unusually dramatic as you kept asking him if he talked to Hyunjin during the shoot and if you could meet him as well. He looked at you weirdly with a bit of skepticism, “You weren’t that interested in meeting him when I was on Idol Radio with him..why are you so eager now?” You flinched at his retaliation and quickly hopped into the van. You heard Rowoon and Juho snickered in the back and you glared at them for the mockery. As the engine started and the vehicle started down the road back to the dorms, you initiated your second attempt to get under your boyfriend’s skin. You pulled out your phone and watched the Stray Kids’s introduction stage on youtube without earphones. Subtly, you turned to Hwiyoung and asked with the most innocent and adoring eyes, “Babe I didn’t know Hyunjin looked so great with long hair.” At that comment, Hwiyoung’s expression slightly shifted. Almost immediately he responded with a more serious tone, “Even better than I did?” You held back your laughter and felt success creeping up. In the back of the van, you saw Rowoon and Zuho giving you a slightly surprised expression. You winked at them and got excited as your boyfriend gradually became jealous. When you all got back to the dorm, Hwi stuck to your side. You tried so hard not to laugh as he kept asking you with slight skepticism in his tone, “When did you like Hyunjin so much?” “Should I grow out my long hair again?” He acted like a kid got abandoned by his mother and needed to grab your attention. To your surprise, he acted in such a different way than you would’ve thought. But you found it so adorable so you teased him even more by turning the tv on to watch a Hyunjin fancam. Hwi caught you by surprise again as he plopped down on the couch beside you and wiggled adorably to get your attention. You raised the remote to your lips and masked your giggles, keeping note to tease him more often.

Chani

Another one that doesn’t get jealous often. Or ever actually. That’s just not the way he shows affection. But that was until things got a little too personal. Beside the sepgu boys, Chani has never really seen you interact with any of his other friends so he never understood actual jealousy. However, after the one time Chanwoo called Chani to thank him for his advice on Kingdom, he started to notice how much you liked Chanwoo and Ikon. Because of your boyfriend’s appearance on Kingdom, you started to take an interest on Ikon and became a fan of their music. It was true that you liked Chanwoo’s voice but it was never really to the extent of fangirling over him. That thought never crossed your mind until Chani kept asking you how much you liked Ikon, or most importantly, Chanwoo. From his point of view, he’d always notice how your face brightens while watching Ikon performances on the tv. He’d stare at you with a hesitant smile and when you asked him what he was staring at you for, he’d simply reply with a shrug, “You always seem so happy to see Chanwoo’s part in the song.” At first, you hadn’t put much thought into his comment until he continuously brought it up every time an Ikon music video appeared on tv. And so one day, you decided to tease him and hopefully see your boyfriend become an adorable, jealous mess. The two of you were browsing through Netflix shows in your bedroom since it was his free day. You had the remote as you struggled to find something remotely interesting to watch. The two of you slept until late afternoon, yet Chani was still as drowsy as before. You chuckled to yourself as he laid comfortably on your shoulder. Suddenly, he shifted on the bed and got up to go to the bathroom. You found this to be the perfect chance to rile him up so you quickly exited the Netflix page and went to youtube to watch a Chanwoo fancam. Chani came back and slightly flinched in surprise at the tv screen. Your eyes were glued to the tv screen and you ignored him as he crawled back onto the bed and asked, “I thought we were watching a show?” You smiled to yourself and told him you felt like watching Chanwoo dance instead. You were mentally preparing yourself to see Chani act adorably jealous but he took you by surprise and grabbed the remote from you. He turned the tv off and stared at you with dark lust in his eyes. You fell back against the headboard as he hovered over you. He whispered in a deep voice with apparent annoyance and jealousy in his tone, “Chanwoo this. Chanwoo that. It seems like you forgotten who your boyfriend is.” You chuckled nervously and told him you were just joking, but it was too late. Chani pulled the covers over the both of you and lets just say...you eventually got off bed to have your first meal of the day in the late evening.

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• Yes. These were long. Yes. Some of these gradually got spicy. 🥵 But I couldn’t help it I love the boys agsgsksks •

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[miekasa]

when the world comes crashing down (there’s still you and me)

+ summary: the aftermath of a long day ft. levi, eren, jean, armin, mikasa, sasha, hange, connie, and erwin. connie and erwin from me? connie and erwin from me!

if you didn’t know him any better, it would be quite difficult to tell that levi is having a hard day. his usual resting face is enough to convince anybody that every day is a bad day for him; coupled with his expert emotional control and evasion, and it becomes almost impossible to discern his true feelings. but you know when he’s had a particularly long day, because he says nothing but a simple greeting when he walks into your apartment, sits as close to you as possible, rests his head in the crook of your neck, and sighs. he doesn’t have to say anything, and at that point he doesn’t want to; he just wants to be with you. and you’re happy to oblige.

conversely, eren’s feelings are as clear as daylight, and anyone within a ten mile radius could tell he’s pissed off, to put it lightly. when he comes home to you, all he wants is to be cuddled and lulled to sleep. he clumsily shimmies himself out of his clothes, and flops down directly on top of you with a relieved huff. he impatiently waits for you to play with his hair, and only then do his exhales become content, as he hugs you as close as possible, your heartbeat the lullaby that drowns out the frustrations of his day.

jean comes crashing through your bedroom door already bitching about his day and how everybody seemed to be out to piss him the hell off. he lays across from you on your bed, elbow bent to prop his head up as he continues ranting, not noticing the amused smile on your face as you watch him complain. he has very strong opinions about how everybody is an idiot, and needs to voice it you immediately. when he’s done, he rolls his eyes and lets out one final, exaggerated sigh, “everybody sucks. but anyways, enough about me, how was your day, pretty girl?”

armin gets a lot of credit for being nice and friendly, but you think that if anyone heard the way he speaks behind closed doors for even a minute, they would throw that image of him out the window. he’s ruthless, tossing snide comments left and right while his head is in your lap. he speaks in clipped insults that he wouldn’t be caught dead saying out loud in anybody else’s presences, but with you, it’s okay, because you’re his confidant. he only seems to be able to do it like this though: cuddled in your lap, legs curled up like a child, toying with your hands like a baby; in complete contrast to the words coming out of his mouth. 

the first thing mikasa does on any day is greet you and ask you what you had for lunch. it’s simple but effective two times over. it allows her to check up on you, and in doing so, provides her with some relief that you’ve been taking care of yourself; because even on her worst days, knowing that you’re doing alright is enough to brighten her spirits. it eventually grows into a larger conversation about your days, and she likes that she can let her guard down around you, and trusts you to comfort her when she needs it.

sasha can hardly sit still. she rarely gets frustrated to the point of ranting about it, but when she does, all of her feelings come into play, the result forming a hypersensitive, hyperactive version of herself. you know that it must have taken something big, or a lot of little things over time, to make her this riled up; but you let her express herself. she feels strange after, those kinds of feelings almost foreign to her, and that’s when she’ll need your comfort and affections the most.

connie comes in right off the bat complaining to you about some highly specific, hypothetical scenario, because he didn’t agree with his friends’ views on it. he asks you what you would do in said situation, and the conversation flows from there. it starts as a rant, and the topic is always obtuse, but you have to admit you usually get a good laugh of his answers and reasoning, and his complaints behind, what he considers to be, the wrong answers. he likes ranting and laughing with you about these things, but he also just genuinely likes to hear your thoughts and pick your brain. and shitting on jean’s answers for a while, too.

hange comes home with a million tiktoks they want to show you, ready to rant about either the content of the videos, or the comment section, sometimes both. you don’t question why they save videos or comments they hate or don’t agree with, but you let it slide, knowing hange is a curious mind, and ultimately, just wants to express their opinions to you, and get yours in return. even one, thirty second video, about something that bothered them, can become the topic of discussion for hours on end with them. 

erwin starts his ranting without even realizing that he’s ranting. it hasn’t occurred to him how many things have been weighing on his mind until you ask the simple question “how are you?” and, suddenly, he’s been sat at the dinner table, letting it all out for hours on end. he almost becomes embarrassed when he catches himself, but feels warm inside when you tell him you don’t mind, and encourage him to continue. he doesn’t take your listening ears for granted.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #levi x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #levi fluff #levi smut #eren x reader #eren smut #eren fluff #armin x reader #jean x reader #mikasa x reader #erwin x reader

[yukidragon]

Our Life Snippet - Lazy Morning Intimacy

So, who’s ready for an extra long serving of shameless fluff from the first draft of my fan novelization of Our Life: Beginnings & Always? My philosophy in writing this is if I can add some more fluffy cuddly moments, I absolutely will, and the Step 3 moment Reflection offers one such opportunity right at the very start before, well, those of you who have played this moment know what happens later.

Spoilers for those who have not played the Step 3 DLC! If you don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read any further! If you don’t mind spoilery stuff, well, don’t let me stop you, but I highly, highly encourage you to play through the game before reading any of this.

As always, thanks go to @gb-patch for their wonderful game and their lovely feedback for my work, as well as everyone who likes, reblogs, and comments on these clips I’m posting here. You are all awesome.  💖

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It wasn’t often that Jamie had the chance to enjoy breakfast at the Holden house. Ever since their parents decreed that they were ‘too old’ for sleepovers, she and Cove didn’t have many opportunities to enjoy that particular meal together, which made today a rare treat. It wasn’t especially fancy fare, but it was lovely to be able to spend time with her boyfriend almost as soon as she woke up. She was glad she impulsively asked if he wanted to have breakfast with her when they exchanged their usual good morning texts.

After a pleasant meal filled with light conversation and tasty food, Cove invited Jamie to retreat to his room to relax and let the lazy morning linger before any big activities began. That was, if they didn’t just decide to take it easy for the rest of the day. Neither of them had any plans in particular, with no prior commitments with friends, family, or work to distract them from just spending the day together. It wasn’t officially a date day, per say, or at least neither of them called it that yet. So far, they just decided to do whatever came to mind while enjoying each other’s company.

Of course, the first thing that came to Jamie’s mind was to cuddle with her boyfriend. When Cove sat down onto the bed, she didn’t hesitate to take a seat beside him, leaning into him. He hummed happily in approval and looped an arm around her to pull her in even closer.

A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as a new thought came to mind, and Jamie leaned in even closer. Cove raised an eyebrow at expression, only to yelp when she unexpectedly pushed her weight into him and tipped him back onto the bed. She fell along with him, giggling as they tumbled onto the mattress

Cove let out a chuckle of his own once he recovered from his surprise. “When I said we could relax, I didn’t mean going back to bed,” he said with a wry smile. Even still, he allowed her to nudge him gently back to the headboard so that they could both lounge comfortably on the bed properly with their heads resting on the pillows side by side. 

Jamie flashed Cove a satisfied grin before she snuggled up against his side, nuzzling her cheek against his as she basked in his gentle warmth. “You also said to make myself comfortable,” she teased, her eyes sparkling playfully as she rested her arm across his chest. “I’m very comfortable like this.”

Cove felt his heartbeat quicken, and he smiled back fondly at Jamie, nuzzling her cheek in return. “Me too,” he said softly.

Though maybe he was a little too comfortable.

Cove couldn’t help but be aware of the fact that they were both lying in his bed together. A prickling of nerves rose up that he quickly did his best to tamp down to not ruin the intimate moment they were sharing. It was fine, no big deal, he told himself. They were both fully dressed, on top of the sheets, and it was broad daylight. They cuddled plenty of times like this before on sofas and the ground. Heck, this was nothing compared to when they shared a bed when they were younger.

The flickering of nervousness didn’t escape Jamie’s notice. She softened her expression and reached up to gently run her fingers through her shy boyfriend’s hair. She had intended to steal a kiss or two and see where that would take them, but she decided that could wait until later. Just enjoying this moment with Cove was enough for her.

The touch was soothing, and Cove slowly started to relax as he leaned into Jamie. The anxious air that had threatened to pull him out of the moment gradually dissipated as her comforting warmth slowly settled in. Soon, he felt at ease enough to slip his arm back around her, which she happily used as her new pillow. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing the content expression on his partner’s face as she smiled softly back at him.

A comfortable silence washed over the pair as they simply enjoyed the quiet moment of intimacy. At some point, Jamie went from stroking Cove’s hair to toying with it. His ponytail limited her in how much she could card her fingers through his hair, but there were plenty of long locks to ripple between her fingers.

It wasn’t the first time Jamie got the impulse to play with her boyfriend’s hair. Even before he was officially - or even unofficially - her boyfriend, she couldn’t help but want to run her fingers through those pretty pale green strands. When they were younger, Cove would jokingly try to avoid her hands, but always ‘failed’ to escape in the end, allowing her to have her way. Sometimes she teased him back by pretending to give up, and he would always pout adorably, which she would immediately chase away with a satisfying ruffle of his hair.

Occasionally, Jamie would go beyond playing to actual styling. She was no professional, but it was fun to wind her boyfriend’s hair into a braid or two sometimes. Cove never minded, even if the braids rarely lasted that long after she was finished making them. It also didn’t escape her notice that he would sometimes shiver or let out an adorable pleasured little mumble when she raked her fingers along his scalp. It was an enjoyable experience for both of them, and sometimes she suspected that was one of the reasons why he let his hair grow as long as he did.

Jamie had no such grand designs now. Today she simply basked in the freedom to enjoy the feeling of his soft hair sliding between her fingers as she listened to the happy noises her partner occasionally let slip.

Although much more at ease, Cove couldn’t help the small traces of nervous energy that left him with the need to do something with his hands. He ran his thumb across her shoulder with the hand that was limited by Jamie resting on the upper part of his arm. With his freer hand, he decided to return the favor she paid to him and ran his fingers through her long deep blue hair, starting with stroking back her bangs before sliding his hand down along the entire length of her hair until he reached the ends at her hips. The feeling was soft and silky, and she sighed softly at the attention.

On impulse, Cove poked one of the small buns on top of his girlfriend’s head. Space buns were her preferred hairstyle of choice nowadays, and there was something satisfying about poking them that he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the feel of them, or the way the bunched up hair bounced when poked that did it, but most likely it was because of the amused looks Jamie gave him whenever he did. She wore one such expression now, and he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit before giving her bun another playful poke.

Entertained, Jamie let Cove have her way with her buns, poking and prodding them as he pleased. The potential for innuendo wasn’t lost on her, but she let it go unsaid. As fun as it would be to make him flustered by suggesting that he might enjoy playing with a different set of buns she had even more, she didn’t want to interrupt the light, playful moment.

Jamie would just save that little bit of wordplay for later, preferably when the mood was good enough that Cove might take her up on the invitation.

Despite the steamy thoughts that skirted through her mind, Jamie did her best to focus on enjoying the lazy moment between them. It was lovely to just share such casual intimacy with Cove.

Jamie wasn’t alone in trying to ignore her more hormonal urges. As much as Cove enjoyed playing with her hair, focusing on touching her as he did made it impossible for him to stop thinking about the fact that they were both lying on his bed together. He was keenly aware of the gentle warmth of her body pressed against him, how soft and inviting her pink lips looked as she smiled at him.

Eventually, Cove realized he needed something else to occupy his hands if he didn’t want to risk disrupting the peaceful moment. Shifting about a bit, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket. Although Jamie raised an eyebrow at that and at being displaced from her cozy spot when he moved around, she held no objections as he turned his phone on and busied himself with it. Instead, she simply readjusted her position to get comfortable once he was settled again.

Sifting through missed texts and emails, Cove soon managed to distract himself from the urges that ruffled his nerves and relaxed back into the moment. He spotted a number of texts he missed from his dad, and for a moment he wondered if everything was okay until he realized Cliff just sent him a bunch of images last night.

A warm smile graced his face as Cove slowly scrolled his way through the photographs, nostalgia washing over him. Each photo brought him back to the moment it was taken, allowing him to lose himself in the priceless memories he shared with his friends, family, and especially the special person he held so comfortably close at that very moment.

Some photos brought back sweet memories, others a little more on the bitter side of sweet, and then there were the funnier ones. One such silly photo seized Cove’s attention, and he couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped him.

The sound immediately snapped Jamie out of her relaxed stupor and brought her back to the present. She raised an eyebrow at Cove, but he failed to notice her questioning look, too preoccupied by whatever was on his phone’s screen.

“What’s so funny?” Jamie asked as she propped herself up on her arm to get a better look at his face and catch a glimpse of the phone’s screen.

Cove finally turned to look at Jamie, his eyes crinkled with mirth and a smirk playing on his lips. “Dad scanned some old photos,” he chuckled. “You know…”

Now that Jamie was no longer using his arm as a pillow, Cove was free to use it to draw a rectangle in the air. “Printed out ones,” he explained, “back from when I was little.” He waved his phone a bit with his other hand. “He texted it all to me last night, I guess. I’ve been checking them out.”

Jamie sat up completely, her dark blue eyes flying open wide. “You were looking at your kiddie photos and didn’t tell me?!” she gasped, almost scandalized at missing out on something so priceless.

Cove barely resisted the urge to chuckle, offering Jamie a bent smile as his eyes narrowed playfully. “I was gonna show you.” His gaze then slid away to his phone as his expression turned a little more hesitant. “I just wanted to look at it first to make sure there was nothing super embarrassing. You never know with my dad.”

His mouth pulled into a grimace as Cove could easily imagine all sorts of horrors his dad might have captured on film to unintentionally humiliate him until the end of time. “I mean… what if there’s a photo of me getting potty trained or something?”

Although Jamie empathized with his worries, she couldn’t help but giggle at the fraught expression Cove wore. “Yeah, that sounds like something your dad would do.”

Cove could only respond by clearing his throat nervously, his eyes skirting away from Jamie as he sat up as well. While he hadn’t come across any particularly humiliating photo of himself, he couldn’t quite shake the fear of what his dad’s well-meaning actions might have left for him to deal with this time.

Jamie offered her boyfriend a sympathetic smile before adding a slight bent to it. “Hey, how about this - if you let me look at your embarrassing baby photos, I’ll show you just as many of mine. My moms have plenty of them.”

The offer was tempting. Cove couldn’t help but wonder what sort of photos Jamie had in mind, but the price was just too steep. He merely chuckled awkwardly and shook his head as he pointedly kept his phone tilted away from her. She huffed and puffed out her cheeks in a mock pout at him for holding out on her, which elicited a genuine bout of laughter from him.

Once Cove got his mirth under control, he smiled at Jamie. “Anyway, before we forget, I was laughing ‘cause I came across a Halloween one from when I was eight. The year I was a zombie, remember?”

Jamie dropped her faux pout and nodded, her eyes lighting up eagerly. Cove shook his head at her excitement, a wry grin gracing his face as he finally offered the phone to her.

As Cove watched Jamie eagerly turn to his phone, he couldn’t help but shake his head again, this time at his kid self. “I never even liked zombies!” he said, a little baffled that he ever was so enthusiastic for such a costume. “All I wanted was to show off my new scar. And I needed to be something scary. I couldn’t be a normal person who had a scar, according to my eight-year-old mind.”

The photo displayed on the screen showed Cove from ten years in the past, and a pleasant wave of nostalgia washed over Jamie as she saw him the way he looked when they first met, minus the pink cast and plus a fair amount of makeup and fake blood. Little Cove posed for the camera with his fingers hooked like claws, his mouth open as though letting out what was probably supposed to be a fierce roar. She could easily remember the noises he made that night as he pretended to be a zombie on the hunt for brains. His hair looked even more wild and disheveled than it did after the most energetic day of play, going well with the tattered and ‘blood’ stained button up shirt he wore. His face was painted in gray down to his neck, marred with an array of fake scars that couldn’t compare to the real one on his arm.

Cove looked from Jamie to the phone and chuckled softly at the face his younger self pulled for the camera. “I was a little dork.”

Jamie eyed Cove at such self-depreciation before poking him on the nose. “You were a little cutie,” she insisted. “And now you’re a big cutie.”

Cove blinked at the playful action before blushing at the compliment. He had no words to reply to it except for a quiet, flustered chuckle as he rubbed his nose.

Jamie grinned at that reaction before turning back to the photo. As much as she enjoyed how adorable Cove looked while pretending to be a fierce monster, it was impossible to ignore the scar displayed so predominantly on his arm at that time. Her smile softened at the edges at the sight of such a large, jagged line of fresh skin that was such a deep and angry shade of red. The scar was a pale memory in the present, but back then it looked so painful, and at the time she found it hard not to worry about him and his comfort after his cast came off.

Still, Jamie refused to let that put a damper on the story and focused instead on just how much fun little Cove was having posing for the camera and remembering the way they played around with their costumes that night. She could vividly recall how she pretended to run away from him when he playfully growled that he wanted to eat her brains, and the memory made her smile grow stronger.

“Dad really wanted to be useful, as usual,” Cove said, bringing Jamie’s attention back to him in the present. Though he noticed the flicker of sadness that crossed her face and realized the reason for it, he was glad to see her perk up again just as quickly. “He came up with the idea of being an undead person. It was pretty good, huh?”

Jamie chuckled softly and nodded. “You had the best Halloween costume that year, hands down,” she said playfully. “I remember you getting lots of extra candy when adults realized the scar was real.” Her smile widened as she remembered just how jealous Lizzie had been at how much candy Cove got that year, especially since he only offered to share some of that extra candy with Jamie. “It must have been your greatest Halloween haul ever.”

Cove couldn’t help but chuckle as well as he thought back to that legendary candy haul as well. It took him a month to finish it all even with Jamie’s help.

Still, the topic of his scar brought his gaze back to the picture. Cove couldn’t help but compare the way it looked in the photo to its current appearance on his left arm. “I can’t believe how much larger my scar used to be,” he said quietly.

Jamie watched as Cove turned his focus to his arm with a soft smile on his face. He traced his fingers along the jagged line of pale flesh that remained with him even ten years on. It was an action that she had seen him do countless times, but it felt more significant in that moment.

A soft sigh escaped Cove, but his eyes and tone were playful. “Look at how tiny it is now.” He gave Jamie a look with big, pathetic eyes. “How am I gonna pretend to be tough without a big scar?”

It was a struggle for Jamie not to laugh at the expression Cove wore. “You better not do anything stupid to get a new scar,” she joked with a faux disapproving frown as she wagged a finger at him. “No matter how much you like them!”

Cove grinned back at Jamie. “I won’t.”

“Good,” Jamie said with a satisfied nod. “You’ve already got the coolest scar, no matter how small it gets.”

Cove felt his cheeks grow warm and his smile turned bashful. “Thanks.” He ducked his head away from Jamie, pleased with their joking exchange. Once again, his eyes drifted down to his scar as he continued to trace it.

“I really do like having this,” he admitted in a soft, shy voice. “Even if it is kind of little these days.”

Jamie’s expression softened as well, feeling as though Cove was sharing a big secret with her. She couldn’t help but feel happy to hear that he liked his scar despite whatever pain it must have caused him to get it. It was always wonderful whenever he opened up to her like this.

Cove glanced up at Jamie, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “I like yours, too.”

The unexpected compliment caught Jamie off guard, and heat rose in her cheeks, turning them pink. She couldn’t help but smile as she felt her chest flutter with butterflies. He never failed to think of her as well, especially since he knew that she was self-conscious of her own scars.

Unthinkingly, Jamie brought her hand up to her upper arm and traced some of the countless jagged little white lines that marred her pale skin. There were matching scars in the same place on her other arm, as well as her thighs and her chest. Unlike Cove, these scars were not the result of an accident, but her skin not being able to keep up with her sudden growth during puberty.

Back during her early teenage years when the stretch marks were fresh and an angry purplish-red, Jamie always kept them hidden. Puberty had been rough on her, dealing a blow to her self-esteem as well as her body, and being covered in so many scars left her feeling ugly even though she never once thought of Cove’s scar like that.

It took time for Jamie to accept her scars, and she knew that Cove was a big part of why. Seeing the way he took such quiet pride in his scar always made her question how she thought of hers. More than that, he always made her feel beautiful, and he was always the first to remind her  whenever she needed it. That was why she was no longer afraid to wear clothes that exposed her scars like she did now.

Jamie scooted in closer to Cove as she smiled adoringly at him, placing her hand on top of his. “Thank you, Cove.”

Cove turned back to face Jamie fully. He finally let go of his scar so that he could take her hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. He felt at peace with his scar and was happy to see the same reflected on her face as well. Their scars held such meaning to them despite coming from unhappy sources.

Jamie squeezed his hand back as she drifted even closer. “Could I touch your scar?”

Cove blinked, taken aback by the request. Usually, Jamie wasn’t shy about touching him without asking first, particularly someplace as innocent as his arm. Still, he quickly realized why she might hesitate to do that now and smiled gently at her as he nodded easily. “Yeah, that’s okay.”

Jamie gave Cove’s hand one more squeeze before letting go of it. Lightly, she pressed her fingertips against the edges of his scar. With great care, she slowly ran her thumb along the entire length of it, following the jagged angles the old wound took. The pale flesh was rough when compared to the rest of his skin, which was soft, but with goosebumps rising quickly along his arm as she stroked his scar.

The touch, so delicate and gentle, left Cove feeling a bit lightheaded. Jamie’s touch always felt wonderful and often left him feeling butterflies, but somehow the feel of her paying such careful attention to his scar was particularly powerful. A choked breath escaped him and a wobbly smile played across his face as he lost himself in the feeling.

The dizzied smile Cove wore along with the light pink of his cheeks drew Jamie in with the urge to do more. She locked eyes with him, staring deep into his aquamarine eyes as she took a hold of his arm and raised it up towards her.

A quiet gasp escaped Cove when she realized what Jamie had in mind. He couldn’t look away from her dark blue eyes as she stared so intently into him even as she placed a soft kiss on the old wound that marked him. The feeling of her lips, warm and soft, pressed so tenderly against that particular place sent shivers up his spine, and he let out a tiny squeak.

Jamie smiled against Cove’s skin as she appreciated his adorable reaction, as well as the way he looked at her with overwhelming adoration. She kissed him again and again, tracing the entire length of his scar with her lips like she did with her fingers before.

It was impossible for Cove to stay still when Jamie was showing him such affection. He reached up with his free hand to touch her arm. With his thumb, he brushed aside the edge of her open sleeve, giving him better access to the countless little white lines marking her pale skin. The texture was interesting, feeling so similar yet so different from his own scar. Because of their size and number, he found his fingers constantly alternating between soft skin and rougher tissue. It was difficult to trace any one scar from start to finish like she did for him, so instead he sought out to touch every single one.

The touch was electric, and Jamie could feel her heartbeat speed up as Cove caressed her so lovingly. “Cove…”

Cove shivered again as Jamie murmured his name against his skin, setting off sparks that made his body burn pleasantly. It urged him to lean forward, his eyes gleaming with the fire she set ablaze inside him.

Jamie raised her head and instinctively matched his movement, drawing nearer to Cove as her eyes drifted closed. She felt his lips gently meet hers, and she melted into the tender kiss. She held a little more firmly onto his arm as she fell deeper into him, feeling like she might drown in the depths of her feelings for him.

Cove all too quickly lost himself in the moment and in Jamie. It felt so wonderful, so right to be her like this, to touch and kiss her. He loved her so much that it was almost overwhelming, but knowing that she loved him as well kept him grounded.

Eventually they finally drifted apart, breathless and dazed from the kiss, their faces flushed with heat. When Jamie opened her eyes, she saw Cove gazing back at her with his mesmerizing ocean blue eyes. The look he gave her was spellbinding, filled with so much love and adoration that made her heart hammer hard against her ribcage. It told her without words that the feelings he had for her were just as immense as hers were for him.

Cove leaned in again, this time resting his forehead gently against Jamie’s. With heavy lidded eyes, he simply enjoyed gazing deeply into her blue eyes that always reminded him of the night sky. No matter how many times he saw them, they always captivated him. He could lose himself in those beautiful eyes of hers.

The feeling of his warm breath tickling her skin made Jamie shiver a little, especially the way it brushed against her lips like the ghost of a kiss. With their heads touching, his hand on her arm and hers on his, she felt entirely entwined with Cove. It felt so right.

Time ceased to have any meaning in that moment as they gazed deeply into their partner’s eyes and drank in the closeness and warmth they shared. Seconds or minutes might have passed, but neither of them cared as they lost themselves in each other.

#Our Life Beginnings & Always #Our Life #ourlifeba #Cove Holden #Jamie Last #Jamie Leimomi #My Writing

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do you write for granit xhaka? if so, could you maybe write having a baby with him? anything you like really!! thanks xx

not written him before but suppose i can give him a go! here u go :) also tbqh i do love myself a bit of xhaka

baby xhaka

your husband shows your new baby girl off to the arsenal family

“She’s adorable!” Ben coos, an open mouthed smile decorating his tanned face as Saka and Kieran peer over each of his shoulders. “Aye,” Kieran agrees, turning to the new father with his best shit eating grin, “Sure she’s yours mate?”

The Swiss international laughs, shaking his head. Had he not been holding his little girl, he probably would have grabbed the younger Scottish player into something of a headlock as his payback for the thinly veiled joking insult. Instead he rolls his eyes and finds his eyes settling on you, sniggering a few feet away at said joke as Kieran welcomes you with a hug and a genuine congratulations. “She’s so little.” Saka interjects, seemingly oblivious to previous conversation and mockery. He’s much more in something of shock at the size of the tiny girl in her little pink onsie, wrapped in a cosy blanket. “How is she so little?” He repeats, in complete amazement.

“Wanna hold her?” You offer with a smile, pushing yourself off the wall to walk over.

“Oh no.” Bukayo immediately retracts at the very same time that Granit says “Absolutely not.”

“I do!” Emile pipes in, scurrying over from his spot a little father away. It’s like having multiple kids here, you note. His enthusiasm is met by a firm scowl from your husband that has him rooted to his spot and looking at you for help.

“Granit she won’t shatter if she’s not in your arms for five minutes, let him hold her.” You quip, much to his very obvious dismay as a furrow sets into his eyebrows. “But-“

“Granit.” You warn, “It’s your fault i have six stitches in a very unfortunate place right now because frankly, you have a large head that our daughter seemed to inherit. If i can manage that, i’m sure you can manage to hand her over for five minutes.” You clip, using your best new mothering tone that has him sighing.

“Three minutes?”

“This isn’t a negotiation!”

“Fine!”

Emile gets giddy, holding out his arms as your husband reluctantly passed her over with multiple comments about supporting her head and then some Swiss spoken curse words under his breath as the 20 year old beams and giggles at the feeling of holding the tiny baby girl. You make sure to take plenty of picture - of course of Emile, but also of your husband pouting to share you instagram later on when you share a little photo dump of her first time meeting the Arsenal family.

"Okay, I'll take her now." He interrupts impatiently after a few minutes, but a side eye from Ben White suggests he too wants his opportunity for a cuddle with the little one. You take her from Emile and instead of passing her to her expecting father, you bypass him and carefully transfer her into the tattooed arms of the new centre back. Ben holds her with relative ease. He has a nephew and he had grown very accustomed to holding him when he was as little as this.

Granit done about as much pouting and grumbling as one man can do while his daughter was being held and cooed over by all of his team mates, seeming to take the biggest liking to Emile. You don't mind that at all, if she grows up anything like him then you'd be a very happy mother.

You have to admit it warms you heart beyond belief the way he looks out for her, always keeping an eye on how those men hold her just in case someone is doing something wrong, making her even remotely or even possibly uncomfortable. He's going to be and in many ways already is the kind of dad you had always wished your partner would be.

The only time he was actively relaxed was when Mikel was holding her. He has three of his own kids and there's an energy about him that doesn't lend itself to worrying. He radiates a calm energy as he bounces subconsciously with the little girl in his arms to keep her sleeping. It's like something magic.

Your husband is off chatting with the team when you take your daughter back from him, still conversing with Mikel as he offers his congratulation and tells you that anything you need will be here for to help you whenever you should need it. He also gives you little tidbits and stories and tips from his own experience with having kids while living the life that you are currently leading. He had his kids while he was still playing professional football every day, so he knows better than most how that will be.

"I can feel him staring.” You hum quietly to the Arsenal manager, shaking your head with a smile. “He is a new father through and through.” Mikel notes with a laugh. To that, you nod. “Better get back to him before he goes insane waiting.”

Your husband’s smile is huge the second you turn to walk towards him, his eyes drinking you in as the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were earth shatteringly beautiful before, but pregnant and now holding a sweet little baby that’s half you and half him has sent his mind exploding. It didn’t shatter his world, it stopped spinning on its axis altogether whenever he sees you.

“My love,” he greets with a kiss to your lips, “And my little love.” He smiles, his hand finding here little head of faint hair with his thumb gently stroking over it. “Can i show her around?” He asks, eyes lit up with love for the two of you. You couldn’t have said no even if you had wanted to and there wasn’t a part of you that did as he wraps his arm around you and you walk out onto the pitch together. The Emirates is filling with fans waiting for the game to start and many cheers do rise up at the sight of the arsenal man who will play today with you and his new little baby. You pass her over to him carefully and go to take a seat in the dugout but for the time being. You’ll go up to his box later on in before the game starts.

The sweet tweets and messages roll in. It surprises you almost, knowing your husband tends to be on the opposite end of kindness. He’s been working hard recently to gain back the trust and belief of the fans, and it seems this adorable glance into his new fatherhood is swaying people far more than his actions anyway.

You giggle at the happy message and all the congratulations that flood through your inbox.

Later on, once you get home and are laying in bed, you post all those pictures to your instagram. Ones of Granit walking around the emirates carrying your daughter, plenty of the rest of the team holding her, seeing her little smile at Kieran as he makes a stupid face at her and the final one of Mikel holding her and standing next to you laughing that Granit had taken. Captioning it, “Introducing little Xhaka to the Arsenal+on derby day <3 doesn’t get much better than this.” With the Arsenal account reposting it, captioning it very sweetly;

“Welcome to the family, little Xhaka!”

#granit xhaka x reader #granit xhaka imagine #granit xhaka imagines #granit xhaka #arsenal imagines #footie fics #football fics #football imagines #footballer fics #footballer imagines

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Vienna

Angst | Spencer Reid x FEM! BAU! Female

Summary: Spencer meets the love of his life while Reader continues to the search for her love for life.

Word Count: 2,1k.

Warnings: angst, no happy ending, reference to having sex, lots of sentimental stuff, rossi has a part in this he was the only old OLD member

Writer’s Note: Hello! I am sad, so this happened... I wanted to clear up that I used the song Vienna in this, tho the meaning of the song is more of a “slow down, you have a whole life ahead of you.” I took the song and made it the direct opposite which for me is “find yourself and never stop until you find it. vienna (your destined destination) waits for you.” I didn’t edit this and I wrote it in one sitting so I am sorry for the mistakes. This is basically me venting out my emotions and I am not entirely sure if this made sense.

Spencer knew that you would change his life the moment you stepped foot in the BAU conference room.

You were a new agent with a fiery passion for the job. You were a Psychology Professor before quitting and took up Criminology and after that you ended up in the BAU. You were eager to learn, always on the go and was always energetic to do any job Hotch gives you. You had a heart of gold and would do absolutely anything for anyone in the team and Spencer was in no doubt completely in love with you.

It took Spencer a year and a month to finally ask you out. By this time, you were already close. It wasn’t hard to be friends with you, you radiate warmth and brightness and you were always so kind to everyone. He honestly felt embarrassed and weak. You were this amazing, strong person but Spencer... he was only Spencer.

“W-would you like to get dinner? Or... L-like coffee?” Spencer fidgets with his fingers, staring at his stained converse as it lines up to your black ankle boots. The contrast was jarring, it shows the two opposite spectrums of your personalities. When he looks up, your face was hard to read and it makes his heart beat harder against his chest.

“Like... a date?” Spencer watches as you chew on your inner cheek, something you do when you’re nervous or anxious.

“Yes... But if you don’t want to it’s okay! You can forget what I sai—“ Spencer raises his hand as a sign of goodbye, as the other grips his satchel. He turns halfway before you hold his catch his arms, stopping him from leaving.

“No! I want dinner! I mean, coffee! Whatever it is!” He looks back at you, a smile now forming in your face, and no matter how many times Spencer have seen it, it still catches he’s breathe.

“Really?” A grin starts forming in his face as he watches a shade of pink color your cheeks, “Yes. Tell me when and where. I’ll be there.”

The date was perfect. Spencer picks you up with a bouquet of daisies in his hands. You pick one of the daisies, clipping it in your hair for the rest of the night making it hard for Spencer to look away from you for the rest of the night. He reserved a table for two in a small, quaint cafe. Even with the nerves Spencer had, the date went smoothly. You talked, he talked and it was just like any other day but this time it was a date.

That date leads to another one, and another one, and another one, until you both finally made it clear that you two were dating.

It leads to numerous adventures.

To museums where Spencer becomes your own tour guide, where he teaches you everything he can teach you, where he watches you become one of the beautiful art pieces and where he realizes that he can take something so beautiful and surreal home.

To libraries where Spencer opens a book, any genre, and reads it you as you both take a journey to another world together, where you watch him read books that he probably already have memorized in the back of his head and where you realized that the world is so much bigger than you thought. More than anything it makes you itch for that world.

To movie nights which more often than so ends up with you on his lap, making out like you were both craving for something only the other can give. If it does, you both end up in bed, tangled in each other as both of you catch your breathe as you make love to one another. If it doesn’t, you both watch a movie chosen by the other and just sit in comfortable silence, cuddled into each others warm body.

To coffee shops where you both try as many different kinds of pastries, making a list of which one has the best pastries. The little corner shop down the street near the library is where Spencer learns that you liked croissants but only if they had chocolate in them. In the cafe down on 5th near the pet store, you learned that Spencer liked his blueberry muffin with cream cheese. The expensive, posh coffee shop in the high end street is where you were both kicked out for laughing way too much when you both realize that a muffin costs ten dollars each.

It leads to numerous sleepovers on Spencer’s double bed. Waking up to a new day with you was the best thing in the morning. Waking up tangled with your limbs all around him, waking up to you making him his favorite coffee and pancakes in bed, waking up to your naked body pressed unto him as you dream of him some place else.

It leads to home cooked dinners with silly dance numbers in the middle, warm hugs after hard cases and silent whispers of It’s okay’s, picnics in the park with packed sandwiches and it leads to five hundred, eighty one, forever treasured I love you’s.

One date leads you to numerous adventures and dates with Spencer.

But it was also a year and a month into the relationship when Emily video calls you both for a job offer in Interpol. She says, it would be a breathe of fresh air for the both of you. A new adventure. Together.

Spencer was set in his ways. Virginia was the closest thing he’ll ever have to a home and that’s because of the BAU. They were family. Penelope and JJ are the sisters he never had. Will, Henry and Michael was his extended family. Derek is his best friend and he loved being near him and Hank. Hotch and Rossi was the closest thing he’ll get to some kind of a father figure and he didn’t want to lose that in his life. He has long set his roots in this place, his home and he immediately shakes his head and declines.

He looks over you when the silence was to deafening to ignore and it doesn’t take a profiler to see the hesitation in your face. There was a spark in your eyes, the same one he saw when you first came to the BAU, the spark of excitement. You look at him and you see the way his eyes shines with sadness as he realizes that this was what you wanted. You shake your head at Emily and declines.

Emily smiles as she says her goodbye before reassuring both of you that there will always be a position open for the both of you in her team if ever anyone changes their mind.

That one video call leads to exactly six fights about the job opportunity. Spencer knew that you wanted to go and the selfish part of him wanted to hold unto you. So he did, he held, and he held, and he held until he couldn’t anymore.

Spencer stays late at the BAU one night. The two of you haven’t been the same since the job offer. You have left earlier to go home as he stares at the place he has called his home. Can he leave this? Was his love for you enough to leave everything he has known half his life?

“What’s keeping you here?” Spencer snaps out of the thought, looking up from his paper work to Rossi leaning over the railing right across his office.

“Nothing.” He looks back down, but he can see Rossi giving him a soft smile, “News flies fast around here.”

Spencer snaps back his head, “What?” Rossi nods, “We all know.” He continues to chew on his lip.

“I don’t know what to do.” Rossi walks down the stairs, walking closer to Spencer, “You remember Y/N’s first few weeks?” Spencer nods, the memory of your first week still vivid in his mind.

“You remember how before she was in the BAU she was a psychology professor? When she came on her first day,” Rossi smiles, reminiscing as he continues, “Remember how eager she was to do everything? There was this spark in her eyes and she was just passionate about the job and to learn?” Spencer nods again.

“Kid, in my life, I have met two kinds of people. The Mover and The Homebody. The Mover is the one who moves, they never get enough of the high that life can give, they go around looking for more adventures to learn and to help them grow,” Rossi looks down at him, a sad smile on his face, “Then there is the Homebody. Its not a bad thing to stay in one place. They are the ones who set roots in one place and grows in that place, they get comfortable and make that place in their life their home.”

“Are you saying I am a homebody? And Y/N is a mover?” Rossi forces a smile, giving his shoulder a pat.

“If you’re so smart then tell me, why are you still so afraid.” Rossi sings before giving him one last smile as he turns his back, not giving Spencer the chance to ask what he meant.

Spencer later learns from Penelope that it was a song written by Billy Joel. He asks Penelope if he can hear it by himself in her bat cave and she immediately agrees, leaving him alone with a song someone wrote in 1977 that perfectly fits and embodies you. As the final beats hit his ears, Spencer lets go of you.

The next twenty one days comes in a swift. Spencer stands in the airport as the team says their teary goodbyes to you. The team leaves to give the two of you space and privacy to say your goodbye.

“Spencer... I am sorry.” Spencer gives a smile. It wasn’t fake, there was no bad blood. He wanted to let you go, to go find the best version of yourself.

“This is what you need in your life to grow. I am happy for you.” Your eyes sparkle in tears as your heart softens.

“I’ll be back, if you are still in the same place as we are today, can we pick up were we left?” Spencer nods, as he opens his satchel and reaches in for a box.

You open it and inside is the same daisy you pinned in your hair on your first date, but it was dried and framed. You look up at him with questions in your eyes, “I stole it from you after our first date. I kept it for future purposes but it’s more suiting to give it to you right now.”

“Last call for passengers of flight 582 bound for London. Again, last call for passengers of flight 582 bound for London.” You both look at each other as the announcement rings through your ears

“I love you.” You whisper. Spencer gathers up all the courage he has and pulls you into one last kiss. His hands stays on the curve of your neck as he pulls you closer to him and as you snake your arms around his arms.

Spencer kisses you with fervour and fear. This was the last he’ll kiss you and if he had to tattoo it in the back of his mind he will. He will remember the distinct taste of your peach lip balm, the way your lips moves against him and how your hand presses hard on his back to pull him closer. Spencer pulls away when a voice in his head screams at him to not let you go. He had to let you go now before he change his mind, screams and beg you to stay with him. His heart breaks a little more as he sees tears flowing down your cheeks.

You pull him into one last hug and it sinks in, his holding you for the last time. He tries to memorize how your hands wrap around his neck and how you perfectly fit between his arms. Your body vibrates as you sob against him.

You pull away from him with tear stained cheeks and barely catching your breathe, you smile through it as you wave at him, “Goodbye Spencer.” You sobbed as you start backing away from him. You see him clench his hand as tears start filling his eyes.

“I can’t wait to meet who you’re going to be. Good luck, Y/N.” Spencer raises his hand to wave at you as the inches between the two of you grow bigger.

“Thank you. I love you.” You bid him goodbye before turning your back on him and running to your gate number. Spencer smiles through his tears as you give your ticket to the airport staff. You look back at Spencer and give him one last smile before boarding the airplane.

“Vienna waits for you, my love.”

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why can’t we just get over ourselves? part 2

part 1 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

jungwoo x reader, haechan x reader [angst] or [fluff] again it matters who you’re talking to.

11:01 pm

You were cuddling on the couch with Jungwoo, “You know I am still just so proud of you. You did so well.”

He was a bit tipsy and so were you, maybe. You guys were too tired to tell. You had just celebrated his first stage for the new comeback which went exceptionally well.

“You already have a bunch of viral clips on twitter from the stage, look” You showed him his various viral tweets talking about how great of a preformer he was.

He smiled. You went to click off your phone until you got a message.

hyuck💜: are you still upstairs?

You lowered your phone immediately, Jungwoo not noticing, his eyes slowly drifting to sleep.

you: why

hyuck💜: i cant ask you questions anymore either?

you: i’m upstairs. i’m staying over. and you could always ask me questions. i don’t know why me being with jungwoo is changing things all of a sudden

hyuck💜: you know exactly why it’s changing things y/n.

seen

hyuck💜: come downstairs

seen

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system or something more but you get the urge to actually go downstairs. You know you shouldn’t. It’s terrible if you do. But nothing will happen because haechan is just your friend. You just want to sort things out with him. There’s a misunderstanding.

“Jungwoo, baby wake up” He lifted his head from your shoulder, “haechan said i left something at music bank and he forgot to give it to me so I’m gonna go get it”

He nodded and went back to sleep, you lifted his head and placed a pillow under it to replace your shoulder.

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you: haechan open the door

seen

In under thirty seconds you hear footsteps, the door opening quietly.

His hair was messy and he was wearing sweatpants and a black t shirt.

“Hi” he was quiet as a mouse.

You ignore him walking straight to his room. You thought it was funny that after the confidence he had, he was almost silent.

You get to his door and hesitate.

“No ones in there”

You nod and walk in his room, immediately sitting in the same spot you always sit in. The edge of his bed to watch him play his video games or sing his music.

He follows and sits in his chair, swiveling around to meet you.

Pure. Silence.

It takes a good thirty seconds for you to start the conversation, “so why did you want me to come down here”

“What do you think?”

He’s back.

“Haechan. We really should clear this up”

“Y/n, I’ve always been there for you”

“And I’m grateful for that”

“And you’ve been there for me I just don’t get it-”

“What don’t you get?” You rolled your eyes out of frustration.

“Why there’s no us! Y/n. Why am I not in Jungwoo’s place. Why are you not sleeping in my bed? Why do you see me as just a friend?” He whisper shouted, getting teary eyed.

You looked down, scared you’ll see him cry, “Hyuck. I liked you. I did. There were many instances you could’ve made this happen and you didn’t do anything.”

“ Y/n. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same” A tear ran down his face.

You looked up at him, “ Oh don’t cry please” You leaned towards him and used your finger to wipe the tears falling.

You were going to lean back when haechan gently grabbed your arm.

Your faces were close together, “ y/n. please give me a chance”

He held the bottom of your chin and slowly leaned in, his lips right infront of yours.

You should back away. Right now.

But you don’t.

He looks at you through his eyelashes. You nod.

He smashes his lips onto yours. You could tell he’s been waiting a while to do this.

You kiss back with just as much passion.

He places his hands on your waist and tugs you. You can tell he wants you to sit on his lap. You oblige.

Soon you’re having a full on make out session with someone who isn’t your boyfriend.

“Y/n”, haechan says in between kisses, “ You’ve always been mine”

You pull away from the kisses and look at him, hair messy, eyes full of stars, he looks beautiful.

This is so wrong.

But it feels right.

But it’s wrong. You need to end this.

You peck his lips, “Haechan I need to go”

“You don’t need to” He bites your lip gently, making you melt in his touch.

“I do” You ran your hand through his hair.

“Stay and go up in the morning”

“You know I can’t do that”

Haechan pouted. Making your heart skip a beat. You kissed his pout away and moved off of his lap.

“Goodnight Hyuck”

“Goodnight” Haechan watched you leave in awe of what just happened.

part 3 soon.

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