#flush color dispersions

[honeipie]

TWO MINUTES

katsuki x fem!reader

synopsis: your child is learning how to brush their teeth for the first time, but need a little extra motivation

“torami, baby, at least hold it for me-“

“no!” your little girl went running out of the bathroom making you throw your head back with a groan.

“it’s not gonna hurt you! it’s just a toothbrush okay?” you walked out of the bathroom to chase your little girl. torami was about three and a half, so you were trying to teach her how to be a bit more independent. she wasn’t up for it though. at every turn she’s given you some sort of problem.

you stopped in the living room where katsuki sat reading his book. there was a lump of blankets on the couch next to him moving more than regular blankets should. the annoyance you once felt dispersed from your body as you walked closer. carefully you plucked the book out of his hand and placed it upside down on the table so he wouldn’t lose his spot.

“i was reading that” but even through his feigned irritation he placed his hands securely on your waist.

“hm were you? didn’t notice” you placed your head down on his shoulder eyes going over to the restless lump of blankets “i dunno what to do with her kats. no matter what i do she just doesn’t wanna brush her teeth”

he let out a scoff moving his one hand up and down your side “you gotta be firm that’s why. can’t let her wiggle away”

speaking of wiggling away, torami had enough time hiding under the blanket and decided to crawl out slowly, but she wasn’t fast enough. katsuki grabbed her one ankle and pulled her right back to the both of you. giggles erupted from her tiny body as he flung her over his shoulder “watch and learn”

the two of you got up from your spot on the couch and headed back into the bathroom. katsuki placed your daughter on the counter her face still flushed from laughter.

“listen brat, you have to brush your teeth-“

“no!”

"hey! you can't just tell me no! i'm your fa-"

"no!"

katsuki looked back at you in absolute disbelief and all you could do was give him a smirk "c'mon kats, put your foot down. be firm."

katsuki didn't give you any type of look. instead he took the classier route, flipping you off. you didn't have time to be shocked, your daughter did that for you.

"daddy that's not nice! say sorry!"

his eyes widened as he sputtered to get his next words out "what? but she- that's not-" with an annoyed huff he placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose "fine.. i'm very sorry y/n-"

"it's not y/n. it's mommy!"

"i'mverysorrymommy. are we happy now?" he asked looking between both of you.

"yeah, that's fine" you shrugged deciding that was enough teasing for today. with a relived sigh, katsuki went to reach under the sink. the three of you had went toothbrush shopping hoping that it would make her more excited, you were both wrong.

"alright pick one of these you wanna use" his eyes scanned the selection of toothbrushes just as hers did. he scoffed seeing the one at the end. he lifted it up giving you a confused look "how the hell did this get in there?" in his hands was a deku themed toothbrush.

"i mean we were just letting her pick up any toothbrush she wanted. maybe that got into the mix"

wanting to be in the conversation, she leaned her tiny body over to see which one you were talking about. her eyes got big at the sight of the green colored toothbrush in his hand.

"i want that one! the green one!" leaning over just a bit more she was successful grabbing the toothbrush from his hands "uncle deku!" she squealed showing it off to you "mommy it's uncle deku!"

"that's right amibaby! i'm glad you found something you like, and so is daddy" you placed both hands on his shoulders feeling them tense up at the toothbrush "let it go blondie. just be happy that she's excited to brush her teeth" He nodded straightening up his back.

"nice toothbrush you got there kid. now we put some toothpaste on" katsuki grabbed the kiddie toothpaste from its cup on the sink. he placed a pea sized amount on the tiny toothbrush before placing the cap back on “and now brush”

torami looked down at the toothbrush and then at him. her chubby little hands switching the toothbrush from one hand to the other until she reached it out to them “you do too”

if there was one thing you could both agree on, it was that your daughter had this power over both of you. the way she tilted her head so slightly, and made her eyes look just a bit bigger. it always seemed to work.

“let’s do it” you said scooping her up from the counter. the three of you made your way into yours and katsuki’s shared bathroom. gently, you placed her down on this counter and got your own toothbrush ready. katsuki reached for his, which looked like it had been used for a good while even if he had just replaced it.

“now remember we have to brush for how many minutes?” you asked setting up your phone. one of the ideas you saw that worked with other kids was playing a fun little video with music and a countdown.

“two mommy!” torami said an excited look on her face.

“alright! three.. two.. one.. go!” at the same time you all started to brush your teeth as the music started. which was quickly drowned out by the sound of aggressive brushing from your husband. turning your head, you watched as he aggressively scrubbed his teeth, making sure to reach every single one.

torami looked at him rather concerned and shook her head “daddy not like dat” the toothbrush still being in her mouth affected her words slightly. she shook her head going to stand up right in front of him. reaching both of her hands out she placed them over his. he stopped watching as she moved his hands gently back and forth “be nice..” she mumbled.

katsuki almost melted on the damn spot. he focused on her face, the face that he helped make. the one that was a perfect mix of both you and him. she had the same messy, blonde hair pulled back into two ponytails. but the eyes were all your doing. every time he looked into them he thought of you. the day you told him that you wanted kids, the told you told him you were pregnant. damn, he remembers them like it was yesterday.

he snapped out of it when you bumped your hip into his. all you did was give him a look, and he knew exactly what it meant.

‘you good?’

He sent back a nod your way along with moving his arm to rest lazily around your waist.

‘i’m good’

this became a special moment in the day for each one of you, though katsuki would never admit it. you could tell by his actions. how he would pick torami up, and turn her upside down mumbling something about ‘time to brush’. or how he would usually take night shifts, but now somehow ‘his schedule didn’t benefit him anymore’.

you never brought it up though. katsuki loved in his own way, and you loved it.

.

.

a/n: a little extra to brighten your day :)

torami sat in her college dorm room on her newly decorated bed that she'd be sleeping in for the next year. it was a hard concept to grasp, being this far from home even though she begged you both to go here. there was an unfamiliar twisting in her stomach that she couldn't quite place.

her eyes glanced to the open window that had been decorated with white curtains. the sun had already set, even though she felt like she had been sitting here for only a couple of minutes. you and katsuki had left early that afternoon. he insisted that you all woke up early to get a head start before the rest of those "extras". the one trait that he most definitely didn't pass onto your daughter was being an early bird. so even though she complained through half of the process, she was happy to know that she wouldn't have to stress setting up with a sea of people wandering through the halls.

deciding that it was time to stop wallowing on her butt, torami got to her feet to get herself ready for bed.

right before she could go into her bathroom, she heard soft vibrations from her phone. leaning over, she noticed your face flash across the screen. torami answered it as she headed into the bathroom.

“hi mom. i’m alright if that’s what you called for”

you shuffled on the other end of the line before showing your full face “hi baby! don’t rush me off the phone so quick! i just wanted to see you settling in and say goodnight. you’re not out partying are you? is that a boy?”

“better not fuckin’ be!” katsuki yelled across the room and quickly made his way over into the camera “where the hell is he?”

“mom was messing with you”

you had bent over in laughter, but the other two bakugou’s didn’t think it was that funny “oh boo! y’all are no fun!” you and katsuki bickered all the way into your shared bathroom, but all was forgiven when he sent a slap to your ass and whispered something in your ear.

torami groaned loudly on the other line “guysss! if you’re going do be nasty at least don’t do it while i’m on the phone please”

you set the phone down on the counter, propped up against the wall “no! we’re sorry, tora” your eyes glanced over to the cup on the side, yours and katsuki’s toothbrushes sitting next to each other. with a smile you grabbed it putting it in the camera “wanna brush our teeth?”

torami gave you a look through the phone, but quickly caught herself “i’m a little old for that don’t you think?”

you shrugged grabbing katsuki’s brush and handing it to him “not to us, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to”

torami thought for a moment before smiling “let me get my toothbrush”

#x reader #drabble #bnha x reader #mha #anime #writing #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #honeipie

[luvkyu]

inkigayo ( lee juyeon )

top!juyeon x btm!male!reader

juyeon notices another idol at inkigayo after his recent comeback.

content : 1.7k words, fluff, idol!juyeon x idol!reader, reader is on a food diet

( a/n ) req'd on wp <3

'shit, he's right next to me, i could cry.'

'he's even more gorgeous in person..'

'wait, is he looking at me?'

"y/n!!"

y/n snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of his group leader whisper-shouting his name. it was time for his group to depart from the inkigayo stage, but his mind had somehow managed to only become occupied on one of the mcs - lee juyeon.

he gave a quick, bashful smile to the camera before following his group away in embarrassment.

"god, i'm an idiot," y/n muttered to himself.

"yes, but at least you're a cute idiot," one of his group members encouraged. y/n glared at him as they continued walking.

"y/n, you've had a major crush on juyeon for as long as we all can remember. now you're finally in the same room. you should make a move."

y/n looked down at his feet as he thought about his bandmate's suggestion. he had indeed been a juyeon obsessed deobi for a long time, but he didn't think he could ever bring himself to 'make a move'.

y/n looked back up at his group member to see him slowly backing away and nodding toward something behind y/n. the male's brows furrowed in confusion, turning around now to see the one and only lee juyeon walking toward him. the rest of his group quickly, but subtly, dispersed away in turn.

"hi y/n!" the idol beamed with the same beautiful smile that always made y/n's heart pound.

"hey juyeon!" y/n greeted, trying to sound as normal as possible. he couldn't tell if it was easy to see that he was literally shaking, but he just hoped for the best at this point.

"i wanted to make sure you were alright. you kinda spaced out on stage there at the end."

y/n's face flushed a bright red. he quickly cleared his throat at juyeon's caring words and gave him a small smile.

"yeah, i'm okay.. thanks for checking on me!"

juyeon nodded happily at this right as the other's stomach decided to growl loudly. y/n mentally cursed at his own body.

"sorry, i'm just a little hungry.." he said quietly. juyeon frowned.

"have you eaten today?"

"mm, only a little this morning. but it's alright, it's my diet," he responded. this did not convince juyeon.

"hm. eat soon for me, alright? cute boys need their energy."

y/n's whole body froze while just about every ounce of him turned red.

'did my long-time idol crush just flirt with me?'

juyeon gave him a sweet smile and an affectionate pat on his head before turning to walk away. y/n simply stared, finding even his back attractive.

"holy shiiiit! look at you!" another group member said eagerly as he showed up by y/n's side. "did you get his number?"

y/n shook his head, still too shocked to move or take his eyes off of his crush.

"tsk, that blows. what'd he say then?"

y/n shook his head with a flustered smile, finally looking down at his fidgeting fingers as he thought about what just happened.

"nothing, nothing."

his bandmate could tell that it wasn't 'nothing', but let it go. he pat y/n's back happily as the two went to find the rest of their group.

eventually, it was about time to leave as they all gathered their belongings to depart for another event on their schedule.

juyeon's words were still ringing in y/n's ear.

'eat soon for me, alright? cute boys need their energy.'

a bright red color stained over y/n's cheeks again. he hadn't been able to wipe the smile off his face since it happened, either.

"oh, to be young and in love. our sweet y/n's got it bad!" his leader said with a teasing voice. after a couple audible laughs and scoffs from the others, y/n looked at the older in disapproval.

"why'd you say that like you're not only two years older than me.."

his leader stuck his tongue out jokingly while turning to look at him, the group now heading outside to their suv.

"i thought we'd already established that i'm the most dramatic thing to walk the earth," he reminded him. y/n chuckled.

"that's true, you're right."

the other nodded triumphantly as he climbed into the car. y/n was about to do the same until he heard his name being called.

"y/n!"

he quickly turned, seeing juyeon running out of the building toward him. he held what looked like a small bag out to y/n.

"here," he said happily while y/n took the bag in slight confusion. "some food for you. eat well, okay?"

y/n's heart was racing as he nodded and said a bashful 'thank you' before turning back to get into his group's suv. his mind yelled at him to stay and keep talking to juyeon, but he thought it best to leave before he said something stupid or got too anxious.

he simply smiled again and gave juyeon a small wave before closing the door. juyeon waved back, gazing after the car as it finally drove off.

"wasn't that your lunch?"

juyeon jumped at the sudden voice of his co-mc, who laughed lightly.

"shit!.. don't sneak up on me like that.." he scolded. "yes, it was my lunch, but i had a big breakfast this morning. besides, i left something else in there for him.."

"y/n, aren't you hungry? go ahead and eat."

y/n frowned, clutching the bag of food he was given an hour earlier. the group was now stopped at a small café for lunch.

"but my diet.."

"tsk." his leader's disapproval was more than evident. he took y/n's bag and opened it quickly before setting it back down in front of him.

"screw the stupid diet. you don't need a diet. you need food, now eat," he said as he looked at a frowning y/n. "please," he added, realizing he probably sounded too stern for y/n's liking.

y/n looked at the now opened bag, seeing small organized tupperware containers. he looked around between them before settling on the container with some cut up fruit. as he lifted the container out, his eyes landed on a little folded piece of paper that was sitting under it. after taking it out and unfolding it, his eyes widened.

'call me so i know you ate. :)

⠀ ⠀ ⠀x juyeon ( 000-0000 )'

the amount of times y/n had blushed today could not be counted, but one thing was for certain - it was all because of one lee juyeon.

"ooh, what's that?" another bandmate questioned. y/n's reddened face was more than enough to give him away.

"he gave me his number.." he confessed as he held up the paper. his leader beside him grew more excited than anyone, jumping up and bouncing around.

"OH MY GOD. call him, call him now!" he exclaimed. y/n looked at him in shock.

"right now? is that too soon??" he asked. the others were too busy laughing at their drama king of a leader, but the member on the other side of y/n ruffled his hair fondly.

"it's not too soon. obviously, he wants you to talk to him," he encouraged. y/n grinned at this and nodded. he took his phone out and began entering juyeon's number before feeling everyone's eyes on him. looking up to meet their invested gazes on him only made him squirm.

"you guys are creepy. i'll go call him in private," he decided, now leaving his seat.

"laaame."

y/n rolled his eyes at his leader's remark, only continuing to type away on his phone instead of responding.

"wait! take the fruit!" his leader added quickly while pulling y/n back to stuff the tupperware container in his arms. "okay, now go."

y/n simply looked at him for a moment, judging. he then slipped outside and sat at one of the tables with an umbrella overhead to block the sun. popping a grape into his mouth, he looked at his phone nervously and finally called juyeon.

"..."

"..."

"hello?"

"juyeon? hi, it's y/n!"

"y/n! did you eat yet?"

"i'm eating now actually."

"good!"

"also, um, was this your lunch? it looks like it was prepared really well. i hope you're eating too.."

"yeah, it was mine, but don't worry! i grabbed a snack."

"oh okay, good!"

"..so it was cool meeting you today! i really love your group's album."

"ah thank you! would you say you're part of our fandom now then?"

"hmm.. definitely. i think my bias would have to be y/n."

"well i can say with confidence that he's a juyeon bias in return."

y/n felt his heart skip at the very attractive laugh that left juyeon's lips.

"good to know then. while i've got you on the phone, i also wanted to ask if you'd wanna hang out sometime? just the two of us."

"really?"

"yeah! if you'd be into it, of course."

"i'd love to hang out, sure!"

"sounds good, then! i gotta go now but can i text you later tonight?"

"definitely, of course."

"okay, well i hope the rest of your work day goes good! and finish up the food for me, hm?"

"you too, juyeon. and i will, promise!"

"good. talk later!"

"bye!"

y/n smiled to himself as he set his phone down on the table. to think he was basically drooling over his crush at inkigayo while his crush actually noticed him too was crazy.

"details, please! c'mon!" the voice of his leader suddenly emerged from behind him. y/n turned in surprise to see the other's head popping out of the cafe's door, along with two other curious members. y/n clicked his tongue at his nosy friends and shooed them back inside, following suit with his phone and fruit container in hand.

#lee juyeon #juyeon #the boyz #tbz #tbz x reader #the boyz x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #juyeon x reader #juyeon fluff #the boyz x reader

[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥 𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚 𝗔𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘜𝘈𝘓 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨)

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

it all started with the simplest invitation to some, frankly speaking, not particularly inspiring underground bar, because you don’t have to be a social butterfly to allow yourself to relax and go with your friends at least once to a noisy, foul smelling place, where people usually snorting cocaine in the toilets with broken light bulbs.

everything is ringing in your ears, screaming and whining following the noise of the crowd and the sharp guitar groans from the wooden surface of the stage, covered with black worn out varnish, a couple of cocktails and shots of something stronger helped you to love the type of music you don’t understand a little more — no, the song wasn’t bad, just not in your usual taste, so you were skeptical until the alcohol heated your body, slowly melting your brain, and you were already having fun and loving everything that was happening.

the body slowly picks up the beat of the instrumental and the rough baritone of the melodic voice, the words of the song in english are given a strong accent, making your hips sway under the curve of the movements of your body, your friends are nearby, you laugh and shout to the song, the night is in full swing and you enjoy it when your gaze slowly rushes forward, through the dispersed crowd and along the scratched surface of the stage before sliding over black combat boots with metallic inserts, tracking the line of the legs and up the muscular thighs before colliding with someone else's face, clearly defined by the muted light.

his sharp features are framed by dark strands of long hair that even from this distance seem incredibly thick and soft, he brushes it away with his free hand, letting the strands fall away from his slightly sweaty forehead, revealing the large black plugs in his ears before focusing back on the microphone, drawling out the chorus of the song and scanning the crowd through his lashes before his stormy eyes land on you, causing a strange twinge of goosebumps and a sharp warmth on your face as a flush spreads, and his lips stretch into an unexpectedly bright grin before he winks and turns away from you, focusing on the stage again.

your heart is beating in a strange attack of awkwardness, as if one of his glances undressed and revealed you in front of him, letting in an unfamiliar wave of heat that made you feel an embarrassing pulsation between your legs, provoking you to shift from foot to foot from the discomfort of how slick is gushing the gusset of your cotton panties, sticking to your folds, coloring your face with an even deeper blush, and your friends notice a strange change and detachment in your behavior, pushing you on the shoulder and making you turn around towards the familiar worried voices shouting over the music — «hey! you alright there? did you had too much drinks?»

you meekly wave your head, pulling your lips into a soft smile and saying assuringly — «no, no, i'm alright! just.. erm, he's good at singing!» trying to change the subject as you take a few deep breaths, clearing the crimson from your cheeks and licking your lips nervously as your girlfriends giggle, nodding and continuing to dance, hungrily eyeing his figure on stage before babbling supportively almost in the ear — «right! and he's so handsome! i heard his name is könig and he's austrian, but his accent is so hot!»

you nod automatically, feeling relieved that the crowd around is not paying attention to the screams of your friends, allowing them to continue to hungrily look around and discuss the soloist, whose name is now floating on your tongue like pieces of prickly caramel, sweet and cloying, alluring with its obscurity, könig .. did he really wink at you, did he make a mistake, or is it just part of his performance on stage?

in any case, you brush these thoughts away, with a couple of touches to the shoulder of one of your friends, excusing yourself and moving towards the toilets, following narrow dark corridors and periodically even asking a couple of people where to go, before slipping through the heavy door into the dim toilet and approaching to the sink, leaning on it and raising your gaze at the mirror, examining your appearance, which fortunately survived the crowd and dancing, but your underwear not quite, still uncomfortably sticking to you, making you feel shame at the mere thought that you got wet because some unknown guy winked at you, yes, he's cute, yes, he's hot, but you don't know him, damn it! besides, he performs in some underground bar, what can you expect from him?

if only you knew how much you can really expect when you left the toilet, trying to find your way back and for some strange reason not finding a soul, huffing and stopping in front of some door before taking your phone out of your purse and getting ready to start dialing your friends, when suddenly a rough hand suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room, causing you to almost automatically scream before someone's hand covered your lips and a rough voice cut through the silence, allowing you to focus on the whispering, hoarsely accented male baritone, quite familiar to you — «shh, schönheit, keep it quiet, alright?»

and this is the moment when you realize that it's könig standing in front of you, looking into your eyes with a playful grin and a twinkle in his blue gaze, shamelessly lowering his callous hands on your hips and moving you from the door deeper into an unfamiliar room, to which you squeeze out an absurd squeak, grabbing his shoulders and batting your eyes at him in surprise, stupidly, practically about to ask him why he dragged you here, parting your lips as he tracks them with his eyes, interrupting you with a finger to them — «shhh, quiet, mhm? i'm hiding from someone, and would like to have your help, how it's sounds, hase?»

his question is enticing, and you yourself don’t notice how you nod obediently, not suspecting what he really means when his thumb slides over your lips, and he smiles like a predatory wolf, looking at you as if at a victim in the walls of a small, shabby dressing room.

the table beneath you shakes with every collision with the wall, your legs are spread wide and cause slight discomfort to withstand his merciless thrusts, while one hand with peeling black varnish tightly grips your hip, almost bruising, and the other covers your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers of pleasure.

your body arches and contorts in response to his powerful thrusts, eyes rolling into the back of your head in euphoria as könig slams his meaty, thick cock into you, filling your wet pussy to the hilt, each thrust hits deep inside, sending waves of pleasure running through your throbbing and gummy walls, tearing desperate chants of his name from your lips — «kön — amngh! kö-önig!»

the way his name leaves you sends a thrill through him, his wolfish grin widens, his stormy eyes sparkle with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger, he coos softly, his voice becoming a deep growl rumble as his cock continues to thrust into your slick warmth — «such a — rrgh, nette kleine whore!»

you hum incomprehensibly, trying to babble incoherent denials — «n..noo.. mngh! i-i'm not a w-wh — a-ah!» shaking your head in disagreement with his harsh words, whining and mewling as he carefully spreads your legs a little wider, giving him better access to your throbbing clit, his thumb stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your tight walls to tremble and tense around his cock.

he holds you tightly, making sure you don't accidentally bump into the mirror behind as his gaze skims over your reflection, glancing at your back and ass that's meeting his merciless thrusts and squirming against the surface, covered in not a single layer of dust, the image intensifies his arousal, fueling his desire to take you over completely as the thick tip of his cock suddenly hits your cervix, making you cry out in pleasure, sending fireworks before your eyes.

könig notices how his thumb affects your pleasure, how your body clenches around him in response, so he continues to rub your throbbing clit, enjoying the way your legs tremble and shake softly under his precise touches, feeling the tightness of your walls around his shaft.

but every movement of your leg shakes your body, causing you to squirm against the surface, and wanting to maintain control over his pleasure, he mutters a rude command — «stop moving, dummes häschen» and pulls you closer to the edge of the table, preparing to plunge himself even deeper into you, each thrust periodically hits your cervix, and the sensation causes a mixture of quiet sobs and moans from you.

his cock drags across your spongy spot, further intensifying your pleasure as you bury your face into his chest, practically smearing all of your light makeup on his sweaty t shirt as your body shakes against his with each new thrust and pound, the rhythm of your bodies synchronizing into one.

könig's movements become increasingly chaotic as he reaches the point of climax, his body tenses from the impending release, and you, also feeling the approaching orgasm, arch your spine, completely offering yourself to him like to an wild animal.

grabbing your hips tightly, he impales you with his girth, mercilessly slamming into you, his primal instincts take over as he fucks you like a nasty dog, and in an attempt to heighten your pleasure, he hastily moves his hand to flick your clit, making you cry out loudly and gush around him, your walls clenching tightly around his meaty shaft.

as your scream fills the small room, he silences you with a sloppy, possessive kiss, his lips capturing yours with barbaric roughness, his tongue capturing your mouth and he sucks on your's with a hunger that matches his own.

in the midst of a passionate kiss, he reaches his climax, his body spasming as he fills your pussy with his hot cum, painting your walls completely white, not paying attention to the need to get permission or make sure that you are on the pill, simply filling you with his potent milky fluid and continuing to devour your moans and sobs as you squeeze his shoulders and arms, scratching in the midst of ecstasy.

he slowly drags his dick in the confisness of your slick heat, so as not to let a drop spill out, moving away from your swollen, slobbering lips, casually supporting your chin and watching how your eyes barely remain open and your mouth opens slightly in a silent whine when he finally slides out of you, looking at how from his base, covered in a white ring of cum, slick stretches straight from your pussy, which he rubs along your inner thighs and folds carelessly, patting your sensitive clit and watching your sensitive reaction, chuckling roughly and hoarsely before smoothly moving closer to your face, surprisingly tenderly kissing the place behind your ear and whispering — «thank you for the good company, schätzchen, let's keep it in the backstage, ja?»

anyway, this is probably not your last time in this club, certainly not after he laid his eyes, and his dick, on you ‹𝟹

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[divineecelestial]

Too Good To Be True | Steven Grant x F!Reader

| Gif — @raggedy-dxctor |

Word Count — 6k

Summary — Steven Grant has a crush on an event coordinator at the museum who is too pretty. With no place to stay for the night, he invites her to spend the night at his place.

Warnings — Graphic depictions of s*x, mast*rbation, virgin!Steven, sub!Steven, slight dom!reader, female!reader, unprotected s*x, oral (female and male receiving). Let me know if I missed anything!

18+ Only! Minors DNI

A/N — Steven is basically the biggest simp for you in this lmao

With a dazed glossiness within the dark eyes of Steven Grant, he absentmindedly listened to the blurred words falling from your rosy lips. His chin was pressed against the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the counter as you discussed the timetable of the gala occurring in less than two weeks. Your hand was clutched on the plastic clipboard, intently scribbling your erratic thoughts and circling possible concerns with a black pen. The employees of the museum orbited around you as you assigned everyone to temporary positions. With each name announced, you wrote a small check beside the inscriptions. Truth be told, Steven wasn’t entirely certain what the purpose of the gala was. He remembered you mentioning the theme—Egyptian Moonlight—and his brain mushed together as he heard the softness of your voice. He presumed the purpose was to raise money for another exhibit he overheard Donna stressing over. 

“Steven Grant,” His name danced across your tongue like golden honey and the sound warmed through him. Your soft eyes moved from the clipboard and found his dazzled gaze. He was distracted with the sheen of your hair and didn’t notice you were patiently waiting for a response. You paused for a moment and raised an eyebrow as he didn’t acknowledge the inquisitive glance. Someone beside him nudged him and he snapped from his daydream. He straightened and glanced around him. His tan cheeks flushed as he realized everyone was expecting a response. Returning his frantic gaze to you, he warily smiled. The embarrassment burned through him like a wildfire. Your eyes remained on him for a brief moment, your lips curving into an amused smile. “Steven Grant,” You repeated, “Tour guide.” He blinked and an overwhelming thrill-filled him as the title ‘Tour Guide’ processed through his head.

You continued onward with your presentation and the small smile reserved for him seared through him. Sure, there was a portion of him completely mortified from being caught with a lovestruck expression, but you didn’t scrunch your nose with glaringly obvious aversion. You moved through the swarm of employees and concluded the presentation with an enthusiastic expression. 

The swarm dispersed and their indistinct conversations disappeared. The moonlight from the night sky poured into the panels of windows. He hadn’t known this much time had disappeared during your presentation. Your voice reverberated through the vast museum marble walls as you spoke with some of the museum's official representatives. You were an illustrious event coordinator and he, admittedly, searched your name on his computer months prior when you were planning the grand opening of an exhibit. He scrolled through the online collections of your other exhibitions and festivals. There were a large variety of themes, some were sultry and oozed with sensual darkness and there were some illuminated with bright colors and flashing lights. Regardless of the theme or requirements, you designed venues perfectly. He always stared at the photographs with you in them, smiling brightly standing beside politicians and celebrities with extravagant gowns. Ever since then, you were recruited by the museum repeatedly and each gala was better than the previous one. 

Steven gathered his belongings and his thoughts wandered to meaningless things like if he should purchase Gus another brand of fish food and if he was going to take the bus on time because there was construction happening a few blocks away from his apartment. He was so emersed in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed you emerge from around the corner. A gasp escaped your lips as he collided roughly with you and your collection of messily stacked papers slipped from your grasp and onto the floor, your lukewarm coffee spilling onto your clothes. 

Steven was overridden with remorse as your exhausted expression drooped as you glanced at the dark brown stains seeping through the fabric. Your eyes closed as you exhaled a small and frustrated breath. A string of apologies fell from his mouth as he dropped to the floor, reaching for the scattered papers. You mimicked him and released a feeble curse as your forehead smacked against his. Steven’s cheeks burned as he reached for your forehead before quickly retracting his arm. “Shit, I am so sorry!” His voice was shaky as he muttered another string of incoherent apologies. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you couldn’t refrain from chuckling airily as your hand brushed against the skin beside your hairline. His face loomed across from you, his eyebrows furrowing with concern as his gaze flickered across your kneeling form. He was going to apologize for the twentieth time when you positioned your delicate hand on his that was gathering the papers. “Don’t worry, it’s my fault.” You reassured with an embarrassed smile. He froze when the warmth of your hand shrouded his much larger one. “I wasn’t paying attention.” Much to his dismay, you pulled your hand away and began restacking the papers. He snapped from his daze and began doing the same, occasionally sneaking a glance at the concepts you constructed. Unsurprisingly, they were exceptionally drawn. 

With the color-coordinated papers messily stacked, he pushed himself from the floor and brushed his hands on his thighs before extending his hand outward. His breathing hitched as you peered upward at him through the thick rim of your eyelashes, your eyes glittering from the romantic lighting of the exhibition. Your knees were pressed against the marble floor, his crotch mere inches away from the softness of your lips and his knees nearly buckled at the spectacle. 

You interlaced your fingers with him, groaning as you straightened and wiped the palms of your hands on your sheer leggings. “No, it was my fault! I’m a knob and wasn’t paying attention—” The fusion of your florid fragrance and the syrupy coffee filled his nose as you dismissed his frantic concerns with a wave of your hand. 

You brushed the loose strands of hair away from your face. “Steven, it’s fine.” You pulled your phone from your pocket. “I was pissed because my roommate is having someone over and asked me to give them the night. So I was looking for a hotel around here and didn’t even see where I was going.” Your frustration seeped into your words as you spoke, the weariness oozed from you as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry. I’m ranting, aren’t I?” 

Steven shook his head and clutched the strap of his bag until his knuckles blanched. “No worries, I don’t mind.” His eyebrows scrunched together with uncertainty. “You know my name?” He glanced down at the breast pocket of his jacket, confirming the nametag wasn’t there. He thought you didn’t acknowledge anything other than your clipboard as you strolled through the corridors of the museum, triple-checking everything was adequate for the gala. Steven was one of the several people awe-struck every time you stepped inside the same room as him. 

You chuckled as you shoved the stack of papers inside your large bag. “Of course, I know your name.” You spoke as if the suggestion of you not knowing his name was ridiculous. “You were one of the first people I met when I was recruited by the museum.” 

No, that couldn’t have been accurate. He would’ve remembered the interaction because if there was a time when you spoke with him and him only he would have seared the interaction deep inside his memories. He scratched the nape of his neck. “I’m afraid I don’t remember that.” 

“Well, I’m not surprised,” You said, readjusting your bag’s strap. “You were far too invested in guiding a group throughout the museum. I joined the group and I don’t think I’ve ever learned that much Egyptian mythology from an actual tour guide here.” You continued onward, motioning for him to follow beside you. “You were my first choice to be the banquet’s tour guide.” 

He attempted to disregard how the assertive statement made his stomach flutter. As you both neared the exit of the museum, you muttered some farewells to a few of the staff members. The light breeze of the night chilled you as you descended the large stairs. “Steven, do you know of any decent hotels around the area?” You had briefly searched on your phone, but they were all rated extremely low.

He glanced around the desolate streets. “I know some, but they’re a bit rubbish, honestly.” 

Ask her, Steven. Invite her over.

“You could save some money and spend the night at my place. It’s not too far from here and I won’t charge you.” He suggested apprehensively as he fiddled with the strap of his bag. He glanced around, intentionally avoiding your inquisitive gaze. You raised an eyebrow and chuckled at his awkwardness. “I really hope that wasn’t as creepy as I thought it sounded.” He added after a moment.

He followed you as you continued your stroll. “Most blokes invite me to dinner first.”

His eyes widened with mortification. “N-No, that’s not what I meant!” He hadn’t even noticed your teasing tone and lighthearted expression as he shook his head frantically. This was exactly why he typically ignored Marc's suggestions and ideas. “You would sleep on the bed, of course! I’d take the floor and I would never—“

You squeezed his shoulder and giggled. “Steven, I’m teasing you,” You reassured with a lovely smile. “I’d actually greatly appreciate that. I can drive us to your place?”

He nodded, his cheeks blushing. “Lead the way.”

Steven fumbled for his apartment’s keys as you stood beside him, glancing around the rickety corridor. Muffled voices were seeping from the closed doors of the other tenants, music echoed from the streets below and the hinges of the elevator squeaked the double doors eventually closed. He unlocked the door and stepped aside, allowing you a wide entrance inside. The floorboards creaked as you casually walked inside and your doe-eyes eyes glanced at the cluttered mess with subtle allure. He noticed your wandering eyes and scratched the nape of his neck. “If I had known I was going to have company, I would’ve cleaned.” He said nervously. As you continued onward, you glimpsed over the disarray of his disordered books. Most, if not all, were about Egyptian mythology and the pages were folded and the spines were cracked. 

You peered over your shoulder and smiled as he attempted to organize some of the piles of papers and opened books. “No worries, my place isn’t any better.” You admitted, your eyes moving across the passages of the large textbooks. The paragraphs were underlined and highlighted, some were circled and crossed out with a thin line. His erratic movements across the room stopped, his hand carrying a white trash bag as he tossed his takeout from the night before. “My kitchen is covered with color theory and different fabrics for the table covers. It’s much worse than this, believe me.” 

Your lighthearted words reassured him, easing the tenseness of his shoulders as collected the last of his trash. He nodded even though he knew you couldn’t see him as you ventured further inside his apartment. “I can’t make coffee very well, but I can make you some tea?” He was already fumbling through his cabinet of unorganized boxes of tea, some of the packets strewn around. The stovetop clicked and the blue flames flickered as he brought a silver kettle from the washed pile of dishes. 

You closed the book you were scanning and dawdled across the room. “That would be lovely,” The warmth of the flames gradually filled the kitchen. “Steven, do you mind if I borrow some clothes?” The question crashed through him like an icy wave. He whirled around and his nervous eyes glanced at the stained apparel. He didn’t remember you were soaked with chilly coffee, his thoughts were ransacked with the warmth of your skin as you stood beside him within the confines of the unstable elevator. He wasn’t entirely processing that you were standing between the fading walls of his cluttered apartment. This was something he thought of, an unrealistic daydream as he fiddled with a multi-colored Rubix cube at night. But here you were, staring at him with an unsure softness and leaning against his countertop. 

“Of course!” He stumbled as he scampered across and pulled his dresser open, unfolding a freshly washed t-shirt. The fabric was much larger than your frame, but he didn’t think the size difference mattered much. “Can’t have you sleeping in your dirty clothes.” He yanked open another drawer and pulled out a soft pair of loose sweatpants. He closed both drawers and the kettle released a faint whistle. “In that incredibly tight dress.” He muttered to himself. Your dress was tight, a black turtleneck dress where the fabric ended mid-thigh and your sheer pantyhose exposed the smoothness of your legs. “I can make the tea and you can take a shower if you’d like? There are spare towels inside.” 

Blatant relief colored your expression as he mentioned the shower. “I’ll be quick,” You declared and rushed to the opened door across the apartment. The door closed and he closed his eyes as he placed his blanched palms on the edge of the counter. You were inside his bathroom, undressing and allowing the warm water to splash against your bare skin, the fragrance of his soap was going to linger on your skin and within the strands of your wet hair. The hazed image of you scrubbing your breasts and the length of your legs with the suds of his soap were enough to have him struggling to regulate his hitched breathing. His jeans tightened as he continued to think of you touching the peaks of your breasts, your small fingers moving within the tightness between your thighs. 

Come on, Steven. She’s in there. Naked.

Steven closed his eyes tighter as Marc’s voice echoed through his frantic mind. He was convinced Marc appeared from the darkness of his head with the sole purpose to make him keep his composure around you practically impossible. Every time you stepped inside the museum, he emerged from the shadows and highlighted the tightness of your clothes, the way your breasts bounced as you rushed throughout the corridors, and your glittering eyes as you smiled when speaking with the museum officials. You had dropped your pen once and Marc, though Steven would never admit it, he also stared as you leaned forward and grabbed the pen from the floor, your panties peeking from beneath your skirt. Steven couldn’t move from behind the counter for a few minutes as Marc continuously remarked about ripping the thin fabric—

If you’re not gonna make a move, might as well rub one out before she comes out. 

He shuddered as his thoughts brimmed with you and his cock hardened beneath his uncomfortable jeans. He brought his palm onto the throbbing bulge, a small whimper falling from his mouth as he pressed down. There was a pulse of dull pleasure as he rubbed himself over his clothes, drawing his lower lip between his teeth to muffle the threatening sounds. Steven mulled over the suggestion, wondering if you were going to open the bathroom door and see him frantically jerking himself over risque thoughts of you. 

With a wavering breath, he fumbled for his buckle and unzipped himself, pushing the material of his briefs to his thighs. His hand wrapped around himself and there was dreary relief as he slowly pumped himself. You were merely a few feet away from him, a shower curtain and bathroom door preventing you from seeing his leaking cock wrapped by his shaky hand. He brought his palm to his mouth, his tongue gently licking his hand before he continued pulling and tugging. His moans seeped from his opened mouth, gentle breaths, and whiny whimpers as his other hand clenched around the corner of the counter. His hips jerked and he threw his head back, dragging his tongue against his bottom lip. His mind wandered to the image of your fingers sinking inside your tight pussy as the shower’s waterfall drenched your skin. He thought of the sweet moans you would make as he kissed the softness of your breasts, his tongue memorizing your taste as it flicked against your nipple. His rough hands would squeeze your ass tightly after sucking on your fingers, relishing the taste of your pussy as his tongue moved across your soaking fingers. He wanted you clenching around him as you pulled the curls of his hair, his name slipping from your flushed lips as he—

“Steven?”

His eyes snapped open as your voice tore through the thick air. There was a second where he thought of running from the kitchen to the hallway of the complex. He yanked his jeans from his thighs and a horrifying string of apologies escaped him. There was a searing humiliation burning through his veins as he struggled with the zipper. His zipper was stuck, the fabric of his briefs lodged between the metal. He couldn’t believe he allowed Marc to convince him this was something he could do. You were probably disgusted, going to resign his position as a tour guide, and he didn’t even want to think of all the remaining consequences of his actions. 

 He fumbled with his zipper as you slowly drew nearer. You stopped beside him, the warmth of your skin warming him as your eyes glanced at his unsteady hands. You tentatively grabbed his hand from his loosened buckle and his eyes opened, his eyebrows scrunching together with clear confusion. As his eyes fluttered open, he refrained from admiring you wearing his oversized t-shirt, the fabric drooped and flared at your thighs. Your hair was wet and he could already smell his body wash emitting from you. This certainly wasn’t helping his situation.

With large, calloused hand wrapped with yours, you brought his palm to your mouth and he gasped as your tongue moved across his skin. Your eyes closed momentarily as your tongue moved from his palm to the lengths of his fingers, slowly moving them inside the tenderness of your mouth. His eyes followed every assured movement of yours with flared pupils. With his fingers inside, you opened your eyes and sucked the remnants of him and—My God, you moaned. His knees buckled as the small, feminine sound hummed through you. Your eyes were dazed, siren-like as you pulled him from your mouth. “You taste so good,” He was painfully hard as your words processed through his empty mind. You unzipped the small portion he managed to do and he nearly knocked over the glass mugs on the counter as your hand touched his clothed cock. “Can I taste some more?” 

Steven, you better say—

“God, yes.” The words escaped his reddened lips before he could even think of what was happening. Your hand was palming him through his briefs, his fingers were slick with your mouth, and your pretty mouth was looming closer to his. Your gentle lips touched his, brushing against them teasingly as you squeezed him. He released a breathy moan and you closed the distance, relishing the flavor of his lips and his moans. He closed his eyes, unsure of how to move or of where to touch. His hands apprehensively moved to your cheekbones, your face held by his timid grasp. His thoughts were erratic as he eventually moved against you, tasting your lips and hesitantly caressing your tongue. He was kissing you and you were kissing him. He was kissing you, entangling his fingers in your hair as you touched his cock. This was unbelievable. This couldn’t actually be happening. This was too good to be true. 

He almost whined as you pulled away from him. Your forehead rested against his, his nose brushing against yours as your flushed lips curved into a small smile. He almost begged for your mouth to return to his, but when you lowered to your knees, the air left his lungs. Your corrupting gaze remained on him as you pressed small pecks onto his hip bones, then onto his outline. He’d never done this before, he had definitely thought about this more times he could count, but as you stared at him through the rim of your lashes like you were desperate to taste him, he knew he wasn’t going to last very long. You pulled the waistband of his briefs and the cold air nipped at him. Your eyes widened as his cock emerged from his clothes and your collected expression faltered as he twitched achingly. You wrapped your hand around the base of him and his hips jerked at the sudden contact. The heat of your hand was different than his own, entirely different yet exceedingly better. Your tongue erotically licked the tip and he moaned, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the counter. Your eyes gleamed with a hypnotic eagerness and he knew he was done for.

You dragged your tongue from the base to the tip, sucking on the peak to taste the pre-cum seeping from him. You opened your mouth and brought as much of him as you could manage, hollowing your cheeks. The moans he let out were pathetic whines, throwing his head back your mouth moved around him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He forced himself to stare back down at you, to keep his eyes open to watch the spectacle of his cock disappearing inside your mouth. Tears welled in your eyes as you gagged and he shouldn’t have enjoyed the sound as much as he did. With wavering hands, he wiped the cascading tears from your cheekbones and there was a small portion of him that didn’t like seeing you cry, but the majority and remaining portion of him savored the sight of you on your knees, gagging as the saliva dribbled down your mouth. “Love, I-I’m going to—” Your tongue swirled around his tip and your hand fondled his balls while the other gripped whatever of him couldn’t fit inside your mouth. “I-I don’t want to…Not yet, but—God, that’s so fucking hot.”

His hands tangled your hair as he gently pulled and the feeling erupted a faint moan from you. You pulled away from him and as the crashing waves of pleasure stopped, Steven could finally breathe properly and wasn’t seeing stars. You wiped the sides of your mouth and looked up at him with hungry eyes. “You can come more than once, can’t you?” His eyes widened, breathing shakily as you teasingly licked his cock, still caressing his balls and he wasn’t sure he could even stand anymore. 

“I don’t know,” He admitted, his eyes fluttering closed as you sucked the tip of him again. This was torture, agonizingly lustful torture he would give anything to experience again. “I haven’t done this…with anyone before.” He almost didn’t want to say the bashful words. He was worried you were going to view him differently, but you kissed the base of him and smiled reassuringly. 

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” Your voice was low, silk-like as you dragged your fingernails across his thighs. He shuddered and wanted nothing more than to hear you gag on him again. “Looks like I’m not stopping until you cum again.” Your eyes were determined, ravenous for him and he nearly came at the sight of the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen famished for him. His cock vanished inside your mouth and Steven moaned, high-pitched and completely wretched. 

Holy shit, she can’t be real. She’s some kind of sex demon or—Oh, fuck!

Steven groaned as he came inside your mouth, his cum filling your mouth and he couldn’t even think of feeling embarrassed at the pathetic sounds leaving his mouth. His body shook and twitched, he lost control of himself and tugged on your hair, his eyes closing tightly he jerked his hips against your mouth again and again. He was fucking your mouth, relishing the sound of your gags, and couldn’t even feel guilty. “Shit, shit, shit.” He moaned the words over and over again in breathless whispers and your name was mixed in between.

As his movements slowed, you pulled away from him and wiped the corners of your mouth, sucking whatever dripped from your mouth. His chest was heaving, sweat lining his hairline as you stood from the floor. Your lips were swollen, flushed, and wet and he could’ve came again with how you were staring at him. This wasn’t real, you couldn’t have just swallowed his cum and seemed eager to do it again. Marc was right, you were unreal. “Are you going to be a good boy and fuck me, Steven?” He wasn’t aware a simple sentence could physically devastate someone, but those words and the filthy nickname had him crumbling. 

Steven was speechless as you grabbed his loose hand and pulled him away from the kitchen. He didn’t protest or resist, merely obliged as you dragged him to his unmade bed. With a slight nudge, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched you with wide eyes. Across from him, you removed the t-shirt slowly. Your slow movements were dreadful, and when your bare breasts were mere inches away from his watering mouth, his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. His hands reached outward, desperate to squeeze and pinch, but he drew back. “P-please, can I touch you?” His hardened cock twitched as his eyes traveled over your naked body. 

Touch her, Steven. She’s waiting for you. 

You loomed closer, running your fingers through the mess of curls. He leaned into your touch. “You can touch me wherever.” He nodded eagerly and his hands reached for your breasts, squeezing the mounds and a boyish smile rose on his lips. Tentatively, he softly pinched your nipples and froze when you gasped, fearing he had hurt you somehow. However, when he looked up at you, your expression was plastered with unfiltered bliss. His hands cautiously caressed your stomach, your hips, then your thighs. He was memorizing the way you felt, he didn’t want to forget the texture of your skin when you inevitably departed from his room tomorrow morning. His fingers stopped above your pussy and his eyes glittered with elation. He glanced upward at you again, silently asking for permission with an innocent gaze. You nodded frantically. 

His finger moved across the bottom of your pussy and his eyes widened as your slickness covered his fingertip. He examined the evidence of your dripping arousal before bringing his finger to his mouth. He licked it, then sucked, whimpering softly as your taste filled his mouth. He reluctantly pulled his digit from his lips and mimicked his earlier action. His finger dipped inside you and the obscene moan seeping from your mouth was nearly pornographic. His movements started as gradual as he experimented with the way you tightened. He pumped faster, exploring what movements of his made you moan louder and your body twitch. He inserted another finger and the sounds you were making were enough to have him desperate for some relief. “You are quite possibly the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen.” He muttered, his breath tickling your skin. 

Steven retracted his hand from you and you whined at the loss. He dragged his hand across your slit, your juices pooling on his palm. With his other hand, he moved your leg over his shoulder and you gripped his arm to steady yourself. The sudden movement shocked you, it was unlike him to make such a bold move, but you weren’t going to complain. His mouth devoured your pussy and with one hand coated with your juices, he jerked himself with your arousal and his other empty hand pinched and played with your nipple. Steven didn’t really know what he was doing but he had watched enough videos to have an understanding of it, and the way you tugged on his hair and moaned his name, he thought he was doing a decent job. 

You glanced down at him touching his cock with your juices, his hand moving quickly and the slickness made indecent sounds. God, he was jerking off with your arousal and devouring you like he was a starving man. He needed your clit on his tongue, he needed your cum filling his mouth, he needed you to unravel because of him.

His hand moved across your stomach, his calloused hands caressing your hip before he inserted two of his fingers inside your pussy. A strangled gasp escaped you as he pumped his fingers while flicking his tongue across your clit, gently sucking as you throbbed on his fingers. You tightened your grasp on his messy hair as he curled his digits. Your breaths fastened as the overwhelming pleasure intensified. “Steven, I’m going to cum,” Your voice was breathless, barely above a whisper as he continued to consume you. “Fuck, don’t stop. Just like that, just like that.” Thankfully, he listened to your pleas and his movements and pace didn’t falter. 

His confidence soared as you moaned his name like desperate prayers, nearly begging with dwelling tears as your body moved against him. You tasted like the forbidden fruit, dangerously intoxicating and he would have fallen to his knees every night and begged whoever answered prayers to taste you again. You clenched around his fingers and his name was the only thought filling your mind as you unraveled around him. He was relentless as he proceeded to flick against your clit. You weakly pushed him away and when he didn’t stop, you pushed him slightly harder. He reluctantly pulled away and his doe-eyes peered heavenward, a shy smile rose. “You make the prettiest sounds.” His voice was hoarse and his lips were blushing pink, covered with your cum as he licked them.

With a hazy smile, you removed your thigh from his shoulder and his hand movement slowed to a complete stop. You tugged on the hem of his shirt, discarding the fabric aside as he kicked away his jeans and briefs. Your dazed eyes traveled over him, the flexing muscles of his arms and abs. He was handsome, something written from a romance novel, and yet here he was, looking away from your intense gaze and cowering away. You lightly gripped his chin and forced him to look at you. “You are beautiful,” The words were laced with blatant adoration and his expression brightened, his dark eyes gleaming with bliss. He didn’t want to admit how much that affected him; hearing the woman he liked tell him he was beautiful. “You hear me, Steven Grant? You are handsome and you are more than enough.” He nodded and there was a sheen gleaming in his gaze. He almost cried at the reassurance and you lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. “I need you to say it. Use your words.”

“I am more than enough.” His voice was air-like, desperate for your approval. The words were foreign, tasted strange against his tongue, but the surge of self-assurance was internally welcomed by him   

You smiled and caressed his cheek with your thumb. “Good boy,” You whispered and he would have bruised his knees falling to the floor to hear you call him that again. You leaned toward him, nibbling on his earlobe. You smirked as he exhaled shakily. “Do you want to fuck me, Steven Grant?” He eagerly nodded, grasping onto your hips as you kissed his neck, licking the small marks coloring his tan skin. “Get on the bed.”

He almost stumbled over his own feet as he hurried to the softness of his bed, swallowing the lump lodged within his throat as you crawled toward him—a ravenous predator stalking her helpless prey. Such a beautiful sight. 

You touched him and goosebumps scattered across him. Your mouth stopped inches away from his cock and he could feel the warmth of your breath caress his member. “Tell me, Steven. Do you think about me often when you touch yourself?” He couldn’t even answer your question as you spit onto his cock and moved forward, placing your thighs on both sides of his hips. His tip brushed against the slit of your pussy and his body jolted. Your face looked inches away from his and the look in your eyes said a million words. You were waiting for approval, waiting for him to give you a confirmation. He whispered a weak ‘please’ and you obliged, lowering yourself onto him. 

His head crashed against his bed frame as he blissfully stretched you. You clenched around him, gorgeously warm and tight and the moans escaping his rosy lips filled the thick air. But you didn’t move and he opened his eyes inquisitively. “I asked you a question,” You said firmly and you didn’t need to finish the sentence for him to know you weren’t moving until he answered. 

“Almost every night since I’ve met you,” He answered timidly. He couldn’t even concentrate on his thoughts as you grinded on him. He watched the way your body flowed against him, your feminine moans beautifully filling his ears. “I can’t help myself. Look at you,” You rode him as he kissed your exposed neck, grabbing your breasts with both hands. He thought of you constantly whenever he tightened his hand around his cock. He came with your name on his tongue in the shower, when he couldn't sleep, and there was one time at work in a supply closet when you smiled at him while wearing a low-cut blouse. “You’re bloody gorgeous and you wear those tight, short skirts and—Fuck, just like that. Ride me just like that. Yes, yes, yes.” 

His voice was rough, his breaths shattering as you and your breasts bounced right in front of his face. “Tell me I’m your good boy, p-please, baby.” This was pathetic, he knew, but the praise was an addiction he didn’t know he had until it fell from your cum-soaked lips. He licked your nipples, sucking like you were the answer to his starvation. He was so needy, desperate for you. 

You encircled your small hand around his neck and he groaned. “Beg for it.” Was all you moaned as you sprung on him. The sound of your skin slapping against his and the wetness dripping from your pussy was fucking filthy and he was never going to forget it. This was permanently seared into his mind. 

His hand gripped your hair. “Please, please, baby.  I promise I’ll be good and—shit, you feel so good.” His bed creaked and he was certain his neighbors were going to complain tomorrow, but he didn’t care. “Tell me I’m your good boy, please. P-please, don’t stop.”

Your thighs burned but the pleasure was mind-blowing as his cock filled you, and you were certain there were going to be finger-shaped bruises on your hips and ass. “Fuck, you’re my good boy,” You whined, “You’re doing such a good job, baby. Fucking me so good, Steven.” 

His movements grew sloppy and fastened, he was roughly pounding into you and each thrust tore the breath from your lungs. “Y-yes, say my name. Say my name, baby. Say it.” He growled through clenched teeth and you couldn’t even see through the stars he was giving you. You mumbled his name loosely and you sounded drunk as you blindly repeated his name. “Can I cum? Please let me cum, please let me cum.”

Steven was begging to cum and you wordlessly nodded, already nearing your own release. “Open your mouth.” He didn’t hesitate and you dragged your fingers across his tongue, using his saliva to rub your clit. “You’re gonna make me cum—“ 

Steven moaned as he guided your hips and he filled your tight pussy with his cum. He thought coming in your mouth was the best feeling he’d experienced, but this was otherwordly.  He couldn’t think and the pleasure didn’t stop as you came seconds after. You tightened around him and basically milked his cock until he was certain you were trying to ruin him. 

He savored the sensation of him filling you with his cum, the way your body twitched and your chest heaved as you reveled in your glowing high.

Composing yourselves, you pushed your hair away and kissed him as you pulled him out of you. He groaned into the kiss and you smiled as he sighed happily. He was utterly content and nothing could ruin his mood as you laid beside him, wrapping your leg over his and pressed your head against his chest. He glanced down at you and you looked ethereal as you breathed peacefully against his chest, your eyes closed with a faint smile. He leaned and kissed your forehead. “I don’t suppose I can take you out on a proper date now?” 

You laughed and opened your relaxed eyes. “Thought you’d never ask.” You dragged your finger across his skin in random patterns. He almost pinched himself, somewhat convinced this hadn’t been real. You looked so pretty with the moonlight pouring into his room. 

“Work is going to be a lot more fun now.”

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@teomuchstuff Enid gets a new haircut 🩷🖤

Enid sat nervously in the salon, her nails tapping anxiously against her bouncing knees. Divina was just finishing up her own trim and style, the siren rising from the chair with a trim and loose, beautiful curves. Yoko whistled at her girlfriend from her place beside Enid, the vampire rising from her seat to meet her girlfriend.

“Damn, Vina, you look so fuckin’ pretty,” she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her cheek, “Not like you don’t usually-”

Divina laughed, “Good save, babe.”

The siren paid for her service and waved Enid out of the seat, her stylist grinning from ear to ear as she gestured the nervous wolf back into her chair. Enid sighed as he sat down, swallowing thickly when the cape was draped around her, the buttons snapping at the back of her neck. The dresser chuckled and gently ran her hands through the soft, wavy blonde hair, smirking at Enid’s reflection in the mirror.

“Okay, what are we doing today?”

Enid swallowed again, her fingers twisting over themselves in her lap as she looked up at Brianna, a shaky smile pulling across her face.

“Something kinda… drastic.”

Brianna laughed and nodded, dropping her hand to Enid’s shoulder and squeezing gently, “I’m all ears.”

++++++++

Enid flushed at her reflection once she was finished nearly two hours later, her eyes carefully studying her reflection in the mirror across from her. She smiled slowly as she took in the faint pink color of her hair, the wavy length virtually the same but the sides shaved underneath, the wolf running her hands over the buzzed hair. Enid turned and looked back at Brianna, chuckling at the smug look on the stylist’s face.

“Well?”

“Oh my god, I love it. The shaved parts feel SO cool.”

The woman laughed and gestured Enid up and out of her chair, the wolf’s face faintly red in nervous anticipation as she walked to meet her friends, Yoko already baring her fangs in a wide smile.

“Holy SHIT, you got an undercut?? Damn, you look fucking cool as hell. LOVE the pink, nice touch.”

Enid self-consciously rubbed down the back of her buzzed head, her face reddening at the blatant praise.

“Thanks, Yoko. It feels so cool, wanna feel it?”

She snickered and went to meet her, running her fingers across the newly shaved head, humming in appreciation at the soft feeling, “Nice.”

Divina joined them, nodding her head in just the same approval, “No, for real though, it looks SO good.”

Enid smiled more, her shoulders loosening as she nodded in thanks, “I know it’s drastic, but I’m a werewolf, so it’ll grow back super fast anyway,” she exhaled a shaky breath, absently twirling the ends of her pink hair around her fingers, “Do you think Wednesday will like it?”

Yoko snorted out a laugh and crossed her arms, smug as she leaned over into Divina, “Wednesday would like you if you were bald. I think she’s gonna dig the shave, though, definitely."

The wolf preened at the comment before quickly paying and tipping Bri, the three of them finally leaving out of the salon, and heading back to the shuttle for Nevermore. They touched down on campus not thirty minutes later, the small group dispersing as the other girls wandered off, Enid already following her nose as it lead her straight to Wednesday. Enid smiled at the compliments along the way, several students stopping to marvel at the decidedly new look, the wolf’s face red at all the extra attention. She skipped up the stairs to their dorm room, her hands shaking as she fumbled for her key, quickly unlocking the door, and ducking inside.

Wednesday was sitting at her typewriter, her fingers flying across the keys as she worked, not even sparing a glance up at her girlfriend.

“Hello, querida,” she greeted, her eyes following the letters as they stamped into the page.

“Hey, Wens,” Enid started, her hands fidgeting behind her back as she swayed toward her girlfriend, “Got a sec?”

Wednesday nodded, finally lifting her focus off her work as her eyes widened at the sight of her girlfriend, the seer immediately standing from her seat.

“You have gotten a haircut,” she muttered, dark eyes carefully surveying the new style.

“Yeah… do you like it? I know it’s different, but-“

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt Wednesday’s fingers dance lightly across the side of her head and down the back of her neck, the cool fingers soothing her worry as she leaned instinctively closer to her girlfriend. Enid hummed contentedly as Wednesday lightly scratched her nails over her buzzing scalp, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth as her eyes slowly blinked open. Wednesday swallowed lightly, her face just the barest hint of pink as she nodded, her other hand rising to lightly brush through the newly pink hair.

“It suits you,” Wednesday breathed, leaning up for a quick kiss, her fingers hooking around the back of Enid’s neck, “You are beautiful to me, always.”

The wolf melted at the devotional whisper, her arms winding around the petite brunette in a grateful hug, smiling into the touch against her lips.

By the gods, she loved Wednesday Addams.

#wenclair

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The Spooks

Word Count: 4.5K

Genre: Lee Minho x reader, fluff, established relationship

Summary: You make a bet with Seungmin that you'll watch an entire horror movie this Halloween, the only problem is....you hate horror.

Author note: Hey guys, I'm so sorry this came out so late. I started an internship at the beginning of this year that has kept me super busy and I'm a perfectionist so it took me longer to edit this than I would have liked. Thanks for still sticking around and reading my stuff. Much love!

Your feet stomp across the kitchen tiles as you grumble, "I'm coming. I’m coming.”

Opening the microwave door, you silence the obnoxious ringing as the sweet smell of popcorn wafts into the kitchen. Grabbing the bag by the edges, you gently set it onto the counter. As you stand on your tiptoes, you open the wooden cupboard beside you and scan through the different colored bowls neatly stacked inside. Picking out your favorite one, you pull out a teal bowl painted with little susuwataries Hyunjin made for Felix’s birthday last year. 

You find yourself smiling at the fond memory. That night had definitely been a highlight of 2022 for everyone. You’d all grown a little closer while you sat around the bonfire at the beach that night. The nine of you sharing heartfelt feelings, embarrassing stories and laughter with flushed, rosy cheeks from the alcohol. You wished you could go back to the good ol days when your only worries were school assignments and monthly dance and singing evaluations. 

Tugging the bag open, you watch the steam form wispy clouds that swirl about before dispersing into thin air. A small smile tugs at your lips as you peek inside the bag. Perfectly white, crisped kernels look up at you before you dump the contents into the bowl, proudly making your way back into the living room.

You find Minho sitting on the edge of the couch leaning forward with his arms propped onto his knees. The remote practically dangles from his fingers as he lets out a dramatic sigh. Ruffling his black hair, he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he continues to scroll through the endless list of movies on Netflix.

“Sooo,” you start, throwing some popcorn into your mouth as you plop down beside him. “What are we going to watch tonight?" 

Turning to face you, the deep furrow in Minho’s eyebrows softens into a warm smile as he falls back onto the couch. Casually slinging his arm around you, his other hand grabs a handful of popcorn. In between chews he says, "I was thinking we could watch a horror movie in honor of it being Halloween."

He redirects his gaze towards the TV screen as he finds the horror section. You nearly choke on your popcorn, forcefully gulping down the popped kernel. The ends claw its way down the sides of your throat as if it were desperately trying to escape the clutches of your stomach. Just like you suddenly wanted to find a way out of this situation. Clearing your throat, you grab the water bottle you’d left on the coffee table and take a small sip.

"Horror?" you meekly whisper as you set it back down.

"Yeah," he says, turning to face you. "Is that okay?"

"Um, you know what," you say as you place the popcorn bowl beside your water. “I’m feeling pretty tired.” Feigning a yawn you stretch out your arms. “I think I should start heading home. Sorry Min, we'll have to do this tomo—.”

But before you can even properly stand up, Minho grabs you by the waist and pulls you back down beside him. Curse Minho and his quick reflexes. 

"Yah," he playfully scolds, his tone sending a shiver down your spine as his hands hold your arms in place. "You can’t be tired. You were just dancing and belting the lyrics to ‘Pop!’ as the popcorn cooked and then you started the full ‘Super’ choreo. You said you had so much energy you didn’t know what to do with yourself.”

You blink in surprise back at Minho. So he had been paying attention to you earlier despite his nonchalance. Shaking away the swooning thoughts plaguing your mind, you redirect your attention back to the conversation. “Well,” you huff, recomposing yourself. “I figured out where to put my energy and now I’m drained.”

“What about your bet with Kim Seungmin? What was all that talk four hours ago when you told him you were going to prove him wrong and sit through an entire horror film this Halloween?”

You were about to correct him that it was the only way to make Seungmin stop calling you a chicken but you swallow your pride as Minho’s eyes pin you in place. “Secondly,” his gaze softens as he looks between your eyes, a sharp contrast to the firm hands still securely wrapped around both your arms. “I wanted to spend this Halloween with you, not by myself."

Your heart can't help but flutter at his words before erratically beating in fear as you glance back at the screen. "Uh, well. I mean. I guess since it's Halloween we could—.”

Minho cocks his head. ”Are you scared?" he mocks you as a teasing smile spreads across his lips.

"Me? Scared?" you scoff. "I don’t get scared that easily,” you retort before slowly sinking further into the couch, regretting what was yet to come.

"If you say so," Minho chuckles. "In that case, I'll make sure to pick the scariest movie" he adds as his eyes study yours intently.

Biting your lip, you stubbornly reply, "Y-you don't have to pick the scariest movie. Just scary is fine too."

His eyes twinkle in amusement as he cocks up an eyebrow. "Okay. How about…," he pauses as he continues to scroll through the list of movies, the images becoming even more terrifying than the ones before. 

You start to look around the room, avoiding the screen.

"Ah! How about this one?" Minho says excitedly, pointing to the TV.

"The Medium?" you squint as you try to read the title without looking at the overall image.

He turns to face you, the skin around his eyes crinkling as a wide bunny smile emerges. "I haven't watched it yet.”

You swallow hard as you force yourself to look at the ominous woman smiling on the screen before redirecting your gaze towards Minho. If that was something he really wanted to watch, you couldn't ruin his Halloween just because you were slightly scared. Sucking up your fear, you reluctantly agree to his proposition. 

"Yeaaahhh!" Minho cheers as he stuffs his mouth with more popcorn before jumping up from the couch. "I'll go turn off the lights," he smiles with puffed cheeks as he practically skips over to the light switch.

"Yeah, let's turn off the lights too. As if the movie isn't scary enough," you mutter in annoyance as you quickly get up to grab a soft, fluffy blanket stored in a small basket near the couch.

Curling up onto the sofa, you make sure the soft blanket covers every bit of your body so that none of your limbs get left out in the open. You didn't want to risk being vulnerable to any sneak attacks of otherworldly creatures during the duration of the film. Minho comes back and sits beside you. "You look like a burrito," he comments.

"Yah!" you slap his chest, breaking free from the perfect cocoon you had created.

Letting out a lighthearted chuckle, he adds, "a cute burrito," before affectionately placing a kiss onto your forehead.

"Whatever," you playfully roll your eyes as you feel a familiar warmth spread across your cheeks. 

Snuggling up into his chest, he drapes his arm over your back as his hand comfortably rests against your waist. As soon as the opening starts, a loud clash from the orchestra playing in the background makes you jump. Cursing your jittery state, you pray Minho didn't notice. But of course, he always seemed to catch you in your most vulnerable moments.

"The movie hasn't even started yet and you're already jumpy?" he teases, pulling you closer.

"Shut up," you huff, adjusting your head onto his chest as you mentally prepare your palpitating heart for whatever else this movie was about to throw your way. The popcorn could wait. 

As the storyline progresses, you subtly begin to pull the blanket higher and higher up your chest. Once you were about twenty minutes into the film, the blanket was practically resting underneath your eyes. When you can’t handle it any longer, you pull the blanket entirely over your head. It didn’t matter if Minho never let you live this down. If staying under the blanket meant you had a chance at sleeping through half the night, then it was worth every teasing remark he’d throw your way for the next few months. 

Oddly enough, he remained silent. The only sound from outside your little safe haven being the worried voices whispering back and forth on the TV. 

You slowly peek your head out from beneath the blanket, expecting Minho to be smirking down at you. However, to your surprise, he’s completely engrossed in the film. His eyes widen at the images flashing about the screen as his lips slowly part in shock.

Momentarily forgetting why you were hiding underneath the blanket in the first place, you find it difficult to look away from Minho's cute, dazed state. You can’t help but be reminded of how handsome your boyfriend truly is. Your eyes slowly trace his features as you admire the way his bangs fall over his eyes, the way his nose cutely scrunches up in disapproval at what you could only assume was a character doing something stupid and the adorable way his lips protruded into a slight frown. 

Feeling your gaze, his eyes slowly meet yours. You feel your breath softly hitch in your throat. An endearing smile tugs at Minho’s lips as he watches your cheeks flush a bright red. “Why aren’t you watching the movie?” he teases. “Can’t get enough of me?” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“You make me feel safe,” you blurt out honestly. 

Minho’s eyes slightly widen as he feels his ears grow warm, however, as always, he’s quick to recover his composure. His signature playful smile tugs at his lips. “If you think that’s going to get you out of watching the movie, you’ll have to try a little harder.”

“I’m not trying to—,” an unexpected scream from the film makes you jump. 

Without a second thought, you crawl onto his lap and bury your face into the crook of his neck. The thought of defending your pride flying out the window. Minho, surprised at your sudden reaction, looks down at your shaking figure as you tightly clutch onto his shirt. As the music grows even more eerie, your arms find their way around his torso begging to be held and protected from the horrifying images behind you.

"What happened to not being scared?" he whispers into your hair, a playful smile adorning his lips.

Looking up at him, you push back the sudden tears stinging your eyes as you muster up all the courage you can. "I'm not...SCARED!" your voice hitches as another loud screech emits from the TV causing you to find comfort in his chest once again.

Minho chuckles to himself as he tightly wraps his strong arms around you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he leans down, his soft lips brushing against your cheek. "I'll protect you 자기야 (baby)," he whispers. 

The unexpected deep tone of his voice sends your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies as your already alarmingly quick heart rate speeds up. And Minho is true to his word. As the film continues, his grip never loosens around your waist as he mindlessly draws shapes across your lower back. His actions lull you into a sleepy state as Minho’s steady heartbeat pats a familiar lullaby against your ear.

An hour and a half later, you don’t stir until Minho whispers in a sweet tone, “Y/N."

"Hmm," you respond, not bothering to open your eyes in fear that you might see your new nightmares within the dark shadows of the house.

“Did you enjoy your little nap?”

You let out a soft scoff. “It’s hard to fall asleep with a soundtrack like that,” you mutter bitterly. 

"Well, now that you’ve had your beauty rest, why don’t you let me turn on the lights," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. 

That’s when you finally open your eyes. The house is completely immersed in darkness and you mentally curse your curiosity as your eyes begin to form disturbing shapes within the shadows of the room. You vigorously shake your head, refusing to move. 

Minho lets out a sigh before effortlessly picking you up with him as he slowly walks around the couch. One hand fumbles about the wall in search of the light switch as the other firmly grasps you wrapped around his waist. Flipping it on, the room is engulfed with a bright light. You finally lift your head up, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you gently slide down to the ground. You keep your arms loosely around his waist, refusing to give up the protection of his body. 

“You’ll have to let go of me eventually, Y/N,” Minho says with a smug grin. 

“Well, eventually is not right now,” you stubbornly reply back.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

The color immediately drains from your face as you feel a wave of guilt wash over you. “Do you actually have to go?” you meekly ask.

“What if I did?” Minho bites back a smile, an amused glint in his eyes. 

You let out a deep sigh as you reluctantly take a step back. “I guess I’ll be brave then.”

“That’s not what Kim Seungmin is going to think.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” your eyebrows furrow in offense.

“Oh,” Minho leans down so that you’re both eye level with one another. “But I would,” he devilishly grins. 

Crossing your arms, you glare back at him. “I hate you.”

Straightening up, Minho gives you a knowing smile.

“What?” you grumble. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Minho teasingly shrugs. “It’s just that, that’s not what it looked like on the couch earlier,” he says, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

You bite back a smile as you roll your eyes. “Whatever. I’m not doing this anymore. Are you going to go to the bathroom or not?”

Minho dramatically taps his chin in thought. “I think I’ve changed my mind.” Pulling out his phone from his back pocket he continues, “I think I’m going to let Kim Seungmin know how it went instead.”

Before you can even protest, Minho's phone buzzes. “Speak of the devil. He’s asking for an update.”

Panic settles in as he dangles the phone in front of you. You reach out to grab it but Minho’s one step ahead of you, easily avoiding your grasp as you begin to chase him around the room. 

“Min, get back here,” you laugh as he sprints to the other side of the couch. 

“What was all that talk of ‘just you wait, Seungmin. I’m going to watch my first horror movie this year and prove you wrong’?” he mocks you as you throw a pillow his way. Dodging behind the couch, he re-emerges as he bursts into a fit of giggles. 

“Yah!” you protest. “I said I wasn’t scared!” you add, knowing full well that this was in no way helping your argument. 

“Really? ‘Cause the ‘I’m not…SCARED’,” Minho imitates you in a high-pitched voice, “was so convincing.” He bursts into laughter as your shocked expression turns into an irritated scowl.

“I wasn’t that scared,” you argue, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face. 

He had done a pretty impressive job imitating you, although, you’d never openly admit that. Just as Minho is about to comment on your choice of words, you run around the couch to try and snatch the phone out of his hand. But, once again, Minho is quick on his feet as he dodges you.  

“Come on, Min,” you sigh, tired of chasing him around the room. “Please don’t tell him.”

“And why’s that?” Minho snickers. “Are you finally admitting you lost the bet?”

You close your eyes as you muster up the will to swallow your pride. “Yes. I am.”

Minho’s lips part in surprise as he leans against the wall clearly amused with the turn of events. 

“It would hurt my pride even more if he heard it from you. So let me tell Seungmin myself.”

Minho’s eyes look up as he thinks the proposition over. “콜(deal).”

You sigh in relief. 

“You think you can handle losing though?” he cocks an eyebrow at you.

His choice of words jab at your pride even more. Minho knows how competitive you are, he’s the exact same way. He’d do anything to avoid giving Seungmin the satisfaction of having bragging rights over him for a month. So he can’t help but be piqued by the way you give in so easily.

“A bet’s a bet. I lost so I’ll own up to it,” you nod, determined. 

“Oohhh, that’s my baby,” Minho winks at you.

You feel your cheeks flush at the pet name, but your expression quickly sours as Minho sing-songs, “Can’t wait for later tonight.”

You roll your eyes as Minho lets out a light-hearted chuckle. Putting his phone away, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. The change in demeanor completely catches you off guard as Minho leans down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “알았어 (Okay), 알았어 (okay),” he smiles. “I’ll stop with the teasing.”

You finally wrap your arms around him, allowing him to gently sway you back and forth.

“But genuinely, Y/N,” he says against your head. “I’m proud of you. God knows I could never swallow my pride that easily.”

You erupt into laughter against Minho’s chest and the sound is enough to bring the biggest, foolish grin onto his face. Pulling away from you, Minho unabashedly admires the way your entire face has lit up.

“True,” you say as you look up at him, giving his torso a playful squeeze. But when your eyes meet Minho’s, you freeze.

You can feel the heat rising up to your cheeks as you watch his eyes begin to slowly trail over each of your features. Minho looks at you with such fondness, it feels like he’s embedding every little detail about you into his brain.

“What?” you shyly whisper.

Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, Minho’s hand lingers by your chin as he shakes his head. “Nothing. I just want to look at you.”

You bite your lip to hold back a nervous laugh. This was both the cutest and most mortifying interaction you’d ever shared. As much as you wish you could just be present in the moment, you can’t help but grow self-conscious. Noticing the little furrow forming between your eyebrows, Minho is quick to piece your internal dilemma together. 

“Y/N?” he softly calls.

“Hmm?” you hum as you try to calm your pounding heart.

“I know it’s hard, but…let me love you as you are.”

Your eyes widen as your cheeks turn an even darker shade of red. His words weren’t just addressing your current situation, they were hinting at the first time you’d shared with him how difficult it was for you to allow yourself to be loved. When Minho had first heard that, instead of running away, he did everything in his power to show you little by little how worthy you were of being loved.

Even now, when you wanted to laugh off his words and shy away, he gently pulled you closer. Minho wanted to show you that the lies you told yourself every day were just that, lies. He wanted to help you discover what he saw in you every day–the way your eyes would light up when he taught you a new dance move, the way you bit your lips whenever you were concentrating, or the fact that every time he heard you laugh, he couldn’t help but laugh along with you. 

You look up at him, trying to find some hint of teasing in his eyes but there was none. “You can trust me, Y/N,” he smiles as his thumb gently caresses your cheek. 

Leaning into his touch, you look back and forth between his eyes as you process the weight of his words. Mustering up the little courage inside of you, you softly mutter, “Okay.”

An endearing smile spreads across Minho’s face as he slowly leans in and plants the gentlest of kisses against your lips. You can’t help but melt into his touch as your hands bunch up his shirt by his hips. Minho slowly tilts his head to deepen the kiss as his other hand comes up to cup the other side of your cheek. Minho knows kissing is still fairly new to you so he gently guides you, his lips confidently moving across your tentative ones. As he gently pulls away, Minho can’t help but chuckle at your dazed expression as your eyes linger on his lips. Leaving his hands cupped around your cheeks, Minho whispers, “I love you.”

A shy smile spreads across your lips as you stand on your tiptoes to give him a quick peck. “I love you too.”

The wide toothy grin that spreads across Minho’s face from those three special words and the way his eyes gaze at you with such adoration leaves you breathless. Minho really loved you. Despite your inexperience with love, despite still struggling to love yourself, and despite your insecurities, Minho was still happily and willingly choosing to love you, choosing you, every day. He wasn’t running away.

As you look back and forth between Minho’s eyes, you can’t help but mirror the same wide smile on his face. You felt so seen and so loved by him, you hoped you could make Minho feel the same.

“Come on, let’s go eat some candy,” Minho tilts his head towards the kitchen.

“You bought candy?” you ask excitedly.

“Of course I did,” Minho laughs. “What would Halloween be without it?”

“True,” you nod. “I just didn’t know if we were already getting too old to be eating candy on Halloween.”

“No one’s ever too old for candy,” he smiles as he holds out his hand to you. 

You gladly take it as you practically skip beside him towards the kitchen. All your fears from the horror movie had been completely forgotten. You were too high off of Minho’s kiss and declaration of love to let anything bring you down. 

As you make your way into the kitchen, you catch a glimpse of a figure glimmering in the moonlight from the corner of your eye. It seeps in through the large window over the sink inside the dark room. Suddenly everything from the movie rushes to the forefront of your mind.

You hastily prod Minho with one hand while the other squeezes his other hand tighter. "W-who’s t-that?" you quietly stammer.

Minho looks up to see what you were talking about as his eyes catch sight of the mysterious form. Protectively, he stands in front of you, one hand firmly placed out in front of you while the other holds you closely behind him. Just as he's about to tackle the ominous looking figure, the lights flicker on leaving a wide eyed Seungmin and a stunned Minho.

Minho stares back at his frozen 남동생 (younger brother), a bowl full of candy tightly clutched against Seungmin’s chest. Seungmin lets out a guilty smile as he slowly hides it behind his back. "Trick or treat," he chuckles nervously, flashing them a puppy smile.

"Yah! Seungmin! You gave us a heart attack!" Minho huffs, crossing his arms. You bite your lips, trying to hold back a laugh. So you weren't the only one who was scared.

Seungmin chuckles as he goes up to Minho, squeezing his cheeks. "Awe, was our little bunny scared?"

"No!" Minho lies, swatting his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

Seungmin re-directs his attention towards you. “And you, did you keep your end of the bet?”

You look between Minho and Seungmin before finally giving in. “No,” you sigh.

“Ha! I told you you wouldn’t be able to sit through a whole movie!” Seungmin taunts. “And you said that–.”

“I mean technically I did…just in Minho’s arms,” you whip back quietly.

“...you’d prove me–.” Seungmin stops mid-sentence as his eyes widen. “Wait wait wait,” he says, looking between both Minho and you. “설마 (no way), you two were cuddling on the couch?” A teasing smirk pulls at Seungmin’s lips as Minho and you turn a darker shade of red. 

“We weren’t like cuddling cuddling,” Minho starts as you vigorously shake your head in support.

“Ohmygosh, you guys totally were,” Seungmin laughs, enjoying the embarrassed expressions painted across Minho’s and your face. “Is that why you were so adamant about making that bet, Y/N? You wanted an excuse to cuddle with Minho?”

Minho clears his throat. “Anyways, why are you home?”

"What do you mean?” Seungmin remarks. “I told you I'd be back by ten," he points to the clock on the microwave. “Didn’t you see my text?”

"Oh. I must have missed it," he admits. 

A smug grin pulls at Seungmin’s lips but before Minho can scold him any further, a disturbing realization suddenly sinks in. "Wait, Seungmin, if you were in here," he pauses, a loud gulp emitting from his throat. "Who turned on the lights?"

At those words, you feel a sinking feeling form at the pit of your stomach as the three of you slowly direct your attention towards the light switch. As your eyes reach the source, you find a beaming Jeongin waving his fingers at you.

"Aiisshh I.N-ah!” Minho says, placing his hand over his heart as you jump back, your side colliding with the edge of the counter. Wincing in pain, you force out a small smile at Jeongin as you try to calm your pounding heart and throbbing hip.

"Awe our little lovers are jumpy tonight," Jeongin laughs as he winks at you before poking Minho's side. “I was wondering when you guys were going to notice.”

As Jeongin makes his way towards the pantry, Minho lets out an exasperated sigh. "You too?" he asks, ruffling his hair. "When did you get back?"

"About ten minutes ago with Seungmin and Yongbok," Jeongin replies as he looks back and forth between the two packages of ramen he now held in his hands.

"Really? Yongbok is here too?" Minho asks in disbelief. As if on cue you hear Yongbok skip into the kitchen. “Oh, hello hyung! I didn’t know you were home?”

As soon as Yongbok’s round, bright eyes meet yours, a wide smile spreads across his lips. “Y/N! It’s been a while! How have you been?” he asks as he embraces you into a tight hug. 

“It has! I’ve been good, how about you?”

Seungmin decides to use Yongbok as a distraction as he silently sidesteps his way out of the kitchen, the bowl of candy tightly clutched within his right hand.

Jeongin, who was still pondering over his ramen in the corner, finally smiles as his eyes light up at the beef flavored packet. "You," he whispers as he throws the chicken flavored pack back into the pantry.

Shaking his head, Minho pushes aside his confusion as he refocuses on the task at hand. "Okay, well we were just going to get some candy," Minho says as he opens up the pantry again. Looking for the bag of sweets, he ponders out loud, "where did it—. KIM SEUNGMIN!" Minho yells as Seungmin runs toward his room, giggling aloud to himself. "Yah! You have to share!" Minho sprints after him.

You watch in amusement as Minho charges after Seungmin.

Pulling out a pot, Jeongins says,"It might take a while before you get some candy.” 

"Care for some ramen while we wait?" Yongbok asks as he goes to get himself a ramen packet as well. 

You let out a soft giggle. "I would love that."

#stray kids #leeminho #leeknow skz #leeknow x reader #minho x reader #skzsnapshot #skz imagines #skz fluff #leeknow #stray kids fluff

[yournameloveskpop]

ShortCake

Paring: RiKi x Reader

Word count: 746

Style: fluff, innocent, slight Romance but mainly friendship

Warning: none

Y/N trudged down the high school hallway, her backpack weighing heavily on her shoulders. She sighed, her breath fogging up the glass of the display case she paused beside. A poster of the school’s basketball team, with Riki front and center, caught her eye. Riki, the boy who had been her friend since childhood but also her relentless teaser, especially about her height.

"Hey, shortcake!" a familiar voice called out. Y/N turned to see Riki striding towards her, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Really, Riki? Shortcake?" Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile.

"What can I say? You're sweet and small, just like a shortcake," Riki chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

Y/N swatted his hand away, feigning annoyance. "You know, one day I might just surprise you and grow taller than you."

Riki laughed heartily. "I'd like to see that day, Y/N. But until then, I'm the tall one here."

Their banter was interrupted by the arrival of their friends - Jungwon, Sunghoon, Jake, Jay, Sunoo, Heeseung, and Soobin. Soobin, towering over the rest, smiled warmly at Y/N.

"Hey, Y/N. Don't listen to this giant. You're perfect the way you are," Soobin said, patting her head gently.

"Yeah, Y/N. Don't mind Riki. He's just jealous because you're smarter than him," Jay joined in, earning a playful shove from Riki.

The group laughed and chatted as they walked towards the library. Y/N's eyes lit up when she saw a book she had been wanting to read on a high shelf. Without a stool in sight, she began jumping up, trying to reach it.

Riki and the others watched, amusement clear in their eyes. Each jump was accompanied by a little huff from Y/N, her determination both adorable and heartwarming.

"Need some help there, Y/N?" Riki asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"No, I can do it myself!" Y/N exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with effort.

Finally, with a triumphant little 'oof,' she grasped the book, only to lose her balance and tumble backward, landing on her butt.

Riki was at her side in an instant. "Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked, concern replacing his earlier amusement.

Y/N nodded, accepting his outstretched hand to help her up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just my pride that's hurt."

Riki couldn't help but smile. "You're incredibly determined, you know that?"

Before Y/N could reply, a group of students gathered around them, their jeers about Y/N's height much less friendly than the banter she was used to with her friends.

Riki's expression darkened. "Hey, back off. She's not your punching bag," he said, his tone ice-cold.

The bullies, taken aback by Riki's sudden protectiveness, dispersed quickly. Riki turned to Y/N, his gaze softening. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Y/N nodded, touched by his concern. "Yeah, thanks, Riki. I didn't know you cared that much."

"I've always cared, Y/N," Riki said quietly. "I know I tease you, but I'd never let anyone hurt you."

Y/N smiled, feeling a warm glow in her chest. "I know, Riki. And I don't mind your teasing. It's just how we are."

As the days passed, Riki's teasing became less frequent and more gentle. He found himself watching over Y/N more, ensuring she was always safe and happy. The little jokes and playful jabs were still there, but there was an underlying tenderness that hadn't been there before.

Y/N noticed the change in Riki. "You're being unusually nice to me. What's up?" she asked one day as they walked home from school.

Riki shrugged, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "I guess I realized that I don't need to tease you all the time to be close to you. I just want to make sure you're okay."

Y/N smiled, feeling a surge of affection for her tall, protective friend. "I appreciate that, Riki. And just so you know, I've always enjoyed our banter. It's what makes our friendship special."

Riki grinned, relieved. "Good to know, shortcake. But just for the record, I'm still going to call you that."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Riki."

As they continued their walk, the setting sun cast a warm glow over them. In that moment, Y/N realized how much their friendship had grown and deepened, blossoming into something more meaningful than just playful teasing.

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[slvttyplum]

❅ My Snowman | Choso Kamo

25 days of jjk men

The weather outside was cold and frosty, but the temperature inside was warm and toasty, with the fireplace sparking from the logs.

You look out the window at the snowflakes slowly dropping, then back at Choso, who’s sipping on hot chocolate, his eyes glued to the puzzle beneath him.

You poke his cheek lightly, then take your hand, cupping his jaw, and rub it over it with your thumb.

“You ever build a snowman?” Your voice, in a mellow whisper, kept the silence in the air for a little bit.

The crackling from the fireplace made you a little sleepy, but the warmth gave you a little bit of energy.

He looks at you and smiles, putting his mug beside him and rubbing the top of your head.

“No. I never even experienced snow.” His voice was not above a whisper, either.

You grin, taking your hand off and snuggling beside him closer, his natural scent and the smell of his shampoo entering your nose.

He has never experienced many things since he was sheltered with strict parents. It made you sad, but it was your goal to make sure he gets to experience anything and everything.

“Have you ever wanted to?” You mutter into his side, his hand picking up another piece of the puzzle and placing it down.

He shakes his head, then looks out the window, his face staying the same. Then he looks down at you.

“No… but I’ll do it with you.” Your body shifts, and you look up at him, smiling. Your body is warm with excitement.

“Really? You’ll love it; come on.” You hop up and pull his arm, walking towards the steps towards the shared bedroom.

The two of you dress up; you’re wearing a gigantic coat and ski pants, and he’s wearing the same in a different color.

His face flushing with color and his nose turning bright red, you smile brightly at his appearance.

“Come on, Rudolph.” You grab his hand and walk down the steps and outside. The back yard is filled with 2-3 inches of white, firm snow.

The sound of the snow crushing beneath the rough shoes the both of you were wearing You pick an area, bending down, and scrape a small ball of snow.

He looks at you for a few seconds and does the same, his hands cold and flushing with color when he holds the small ball in his hands.

“You make a big one, and I’ll make the medium-sized one.” Your words are muffled, and Choso laughs from only hearing a little bit of what you’re saying.

“What’s funny?” you let out, the words still muffled, causing him to laugh again. You laugh again when you realize. You disperse the snow in your hand and take some more snow, forming it into a ball and throwing it at him.

He shrieks, laughing, throwing the ball in his hand at you. You laugh again, hurrying to form another ball, but he’s quicker to you, and another ball hits you.

You quickly fluff up some snow, not bothering to form a ball, and throw it at him. Most of the snow gets on his face, and he pokes his tongue out, licking it, his face bright red.

When his face was full of color, he looked so cute, like a doll. He was beautiful. Your body stopped any movements, and you just looked at him with admiration.

He notices and walks closer to you with his hand behind his back. He takes his empty hand, cupping your cheek and smiling at you.

Before you can say anything, he smushes snow in your face. You shriek, and he kisses you, his other hand cupping your cheek.

The snow from both your faces moving in with each other, dropping into your mouths, and your arms snake around his waist while he pushes into you

Even though no snowman was made, you enjoyed each other's company—the laughing, the flirting, and the kissing.

The love the both of you shared built a snowman on its own; he was happy being with you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso #plum’s christmas

[fangirlies]

Pose for you- (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Request: reader has been asking xavier to see his art for weeks and he finally let's her into his secret shed studio but oh no he forgot to hide his sketchbook full of drawings of reader

Warnings: none. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

A.N: a little one shot to clear my writers block? I’m in a little funk. could be the start of school making me feel off :(anyway, I hope you enjoy! i wanted to write something small for y’all

don’t ask me how I feel about it lol

You've been bugging Xavier to tell you for weeks now. You constantly wondered about his nighttime whereabouts.

"Come on, tell me! You’ve joined a sinister cult? Oh, oh, I know! You've been hiding your real identity so you morph into this enormous, hideous monster in the middle of the woods.”

“You're so aggravating, god. I have a studio for my art. I go to get some peace and quiet.” The tall, lanky boy tickles your sides as he says, "Away from you.”

His biggest regret ever since that conversation is having revealed that piece of information.

“When can I visit this mysterious art studio, hm?”

“Oh wow look at the time, it’s time to head out into the woods and show me your art shed”

“I just want to see it, Xavi, please please, please, please-“

The constant nagging appeared to be working in your advantage. He eventually agreed to show you the place where he spends the majority of his nights almost decaying as he releases whatever is obscuring his mind onto a canvas.

“I didn't think I’d have any visitors, but fuck, I thought my head would burst if I didn't say yes. So ignore the mess," he said, fiddling with the door's lock. You couldn't resist looking around the shed. The location was literally in the middle of nowhere.

“You don't feel scared coming out here by yourself?”

“Afraid the big bad wolf is going to eat me?” As he flung open the door, he chuckled. You were surprised by how cozy it seemed. His favorite drawings littered the wall furthest away from the door. His art supplies were dispersed about his desk, and in the center of the room was a large easel holding a partially completed canvas with a stool tucked under it. On the floor, there were a few tiny paint splatters of a variety of colors.

“There, you saw it. Can we go grab a bite to eat now?” As he made his way to the door, Xavier shoved his hands in his uniform pockets.

You ignored xavier as you kept looking around the shed. You studied each of his breathtaking drawings. He had a charcoal drawing of a vase with roses on his desk, and behind that one he had drawn a lit candle melting away. The open sketchbook that was buried behind those loose leaf papers caught your attention, though. A pair of familiar looking lips was sketched on the page, and oddly enough, it shared your birthmark's identical spot.

Xavier groaned and leaned against the door frame, "come on y/n, it's nothing you haven't seen in my room before.”

You turned the page in his sketchbook to reveal a pair of eyes. You had to admit that they were stunning. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the way he managed to capture the slightest detail and speck. He had such skill. You turned the page once again, and there you were. A drawing of you sitting down in Thornhill's class. With a look of deep concentration on your face, you were writing notes in your notebook about whatever plant you were learning that day. As you turned the page, a drawing of yourself from the night of the raven appeared. A huge smile plastered on your face, and he even went as far to capture each detail of your dress.

“Is- is this me?" Of course it was, you thought, what a stupid question to ask. To be fair, you were surprised that he had a sketchbook filled with drawings of you and your mind was unable to think straight. The book was knocked out of your hands before you could turn to the next page. A flushed and fidgety Xavier stood next to you with wide eyes, the book now hidden behind him. His face was flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t get all embarrassed now. I think it's cute. Let me see some more," you urged, reaching behind him to reclaim his sketchbook, but he held it up high, out of reach no matter how high you jumped.

“It’s nothing, I just get bored in class and start drawing the first thing that comes to mind” he scratched the back of his head nervously as he spoke.

"Those are quite a few times I’ve crossed your mind then. Looks like someone's a little obsessed with me," you teased as you gave up attempting to reach his secret vault of drawings of you and smiled smugly at him. "I'm going to start charging you for any drawings I’m in.”

His cheeks darkened even more, which you didn't think was possible. Xavier's gaze shifted around the room. Eyes landing on anything other than you, and his breathing became erratic. He was cute whenever he got nervous. You approached him and moved the loose strands of hair behind his ears to calm him down. Your hands directed his gaze to you.

“If you wanted me to pose for you, you could’ve just asked.”

for the bestie that sent in this request- thank you for sending to help me clear my writers block! you’re a real one <3 i hope it was more or less what you were hoping for. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

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[airbendertendou]

loved you before! ♥︎ having a date with various girls! [including ; kiyoko & yachi, kuina, haruhi, sarah, and hinata tachibana. everyone is of age ; still, no smutty scenes here!]

song inspo ; loved you before by peach prc

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— shopping ♥︎ yachi & kiyoko —

"it just looks a little silly..." kiyoko trails off as yachi gives another twirl. the dress covering the blonde swallowed her whole — covered every inch of her figure in this gaudy yellow that clashed with her hair. kiyoko's smile grows crooked, "why don't i find something for you?"

"oh, me too!" you grin from the clothing rack you're in front of. you shake your head, putting the polka-dotted material back before facing the two of them. "let's make it fun! i'll pick something for you two ; yachi for me and 'ko ; and so on and so forth."

yachi bounces in place with a grin before she bolts back into the dressing room, throwing the awful dress over the door. she rushes out just as quick, a handful of clothes in her arms as she pants, "i'm going to make you two look so pretty!"

kiyoko eyes the yellow dress with disdain. "...if that's what you think."

the three of you disperse, collecting any item that catches your eyes. soon enough, you've got a pile weighing own your arms as you head back to the dressing rooms. kiyoko is already there, standing at the one in the middle. you place her chosen pieces down with a wink — she rolls her eyes fondly, but the pink coating her cheeks says she's flattered.

yachi comes strutting into the small hallway with a triumphant grin. backing into your own dressing room, you hum along to the song that's playing as you sort through the two piles.

wearing a stripped, rainbow sweater is yachi, the cropped hem ending just before the start of the denim skirt she's wearing. it looks so cute as she turns in the mirror that you can't help your grin.

"don't you just look darling!" you sneak up behind her, a flurry of kisses settling onto her flushed cheeks. a little giggle escapes her lips, only to get caught into a gasp. you look up, seeing kiyoko's reflection walking up behind you. your eyes widen, "well, hello gorgeous."

yachi lets out a strangled noise — "i love girls." it's said in a whisper, but you both catch it anyways.

the laugh kiyoko lets out makes her shine even brighter. a light blue tulle dress is lapping over her entirely, brushing the floor with every step she makes, silver stars shining with every sway of the skirt. she places a kiss on your cheek, then yachi's forhead before admiring your new outfit. "suits you well," kiyoko hums.

"next!" yachi bounces again as she races back into the dressing room. you hear her shout soon after, "oh, this color is so nice!"

frowning down at your new outfit, you know it's kiyoko's pick. there's a lilac scarf laying on top of a silky wrap top — both of which you're unsure what to do with. you lean to the left, "'ko, can you help me out with this?"

her answer isn't verbal, but it's immediate. kiyoko knocks softly on the door, squeezing herself in to prevent yachi from seeing your new fit. her eyes gleam when she sees you only in your undergarments. "seducing me now, [name]?"

another choked sound leaves yachi. you can hear her complaining outside, "i wanna be seduced! so unfair."

kiyoko wraps the scarf around your neck, tying it softly to the side. next, she helps you shove your arms through the wrap top, tying it as well. midnight blue eyes observe you tenderly, raspberry colored lips placing themselves on your own soon after. a single word is spoken against your lips. "perfect."

you leave the room, grin so wide your cheeks squish against your eyes. yachi's jaw drops as she sees you, a line of drool leaving her mouth as kiyoko slides up beside you.

"have i said it lately?" yachi whispers. she puts her hands into a prayer motion, eyes focused on the ceiling — the pose reminds you of old classmates. "i. love. girls."

"you've said that so many times!"

"at least five times since we've been at this store alone," you roll your eyes with a grin. swinging your arm around the blonde's shoulders you look at your reflections once more. "we are pretty hot, though."

"exactly!"

— picnic ♥︎ kuina —

fresh flowers sway in the wind as you lay the patterend blanket onto the grass. you squint into the distance, cursing yourself for forgetting a pair of sunglasses. kuina finally appears in your vision, head moving back and forth as she scours the field around her.

a bouquet of colorful wild flowers are shoved into your eyesight as you sit on the blanket. kuina smiles softly, "for you."

"how sweet." you grin back as she finally sits down. she lets out a sigh, leaning back on her hands as she soaks up the warmth of the sun. you take one of the flowers — a pretty, pink one — and tuck it behind her hair. "the sweetest girl."

kuina lets out a whine, allowing her arms to lose their strength as she collapses completely onto the blanket. "can't flirt with me already, [name] ; we jus' got here!"

your grin widens before you lean down to press a kiss to her cheek. "sorry, 'kari. you're just so pretty, i can't help it!"

she glares at you briefly — the scowl melts quickly into a smile as she sits up. "i got usagi to help out with the food. wanted to make you somethin' instead of buying it."

you crinkle your nose, "didn't let arisu help out, did she?"

pausing — she'd just opened the picnic basket — kuina straightens up. "um... i hope not. dig in!"

depite your slight hesitance, the food was actually good. the area slowly went from a bright yellow to a hazed, dusty pink. you watch the sunset with glee, cheeks stuffed with the food kuina had made you.

she was only staring at you.

the right side of your mouth quirks up as the frogs begin to sing. "not watching the sunset, hikari."

she tucks her legs to her chest, chin on her knees as she gazes at you. kuina tilts her head as her eyes study you still. "have a better view is all."

"now who's flirting, huh?"

— beach day ♥︎ haruhi —

the sun hat on your head isn't big enough to shelter your eyes from the sun's rays completely. from behind your sunglasses, you glare as people walk by your partner and stare.

crossing your arms over your chest, you stomp to the sand. haruhi looks up innocently — cluelessly, "hi, [name]. having fun?"

you glare again — they're unphased as they continue to search for seashells. their dad had mentioned liking shells recently — he'd hate them and the collected sand soon, but haruhi grabbed them regardless.

"if i get bit by a crab , it's all your fault, you know." you're still scowling ; still pouting as strangers gain interest of the beauty in front of you. "stupid strawberry swimsuit. stupid haruhi for being too cute."

haruhi blinks up at you again before standing, "don't be mean and grumpy."

"i will be!" you're acting childish, you know. but haruhi was your eye candy — anyone else's staring felt icky and wrong. "gonna tell your dad to ground you."

"then how will we go on dates?"

you swat your hand carelessly as haruhi moves spots. they crouch again, eyes peeled for the perfect shell. "i'm the acception ; he loves me."

haruhi pauses their search with a thoughtful gaze. "you were always his favorite of my friends."

"and now," your voice gets a little louder as you look around the beach, "we're more than friends! happily in love! together for years!"

standing again, haruhi hides their laugh behind their hand. composing themselves, they drop their hand until their fingers are laced with yours. they tug you close, placing a quick kiss to your cheek before releasing you completely. "you're cute, [name]."

you're back in the shade, hat lowered even more on your face as you sit there. you can hear haruhi talking mindlessly to other people, but are no longer phased. the brief kiss given to you was more than enough to deter your jealous thoughts.

— funk jungle ♥︎ sarah —

bernie is behind the dj booth as funk jungle booms to life. a drink is in your hand as you maneuver through the crowd. your head bops joyfully — smiles sent to familiar faces as you fight your way through.

only to stop dead in your tracks.

ice is sitting across from sarah — in your seat — talking to her with a look so tender. you frown at the sight, eyes narrowing before a slight nudge hits your shoulder. pho nods his head their way, "get your girl!"

he's gone within the next second, but your confidence has been boosted enough. you take a sip of your drink, stepping closer to the duo. ice glances at you, but his gaze focuses back on sarah soon enough. your eyes narrow again — he doesn't even see you as competition.

sarah flinches when a chin is placed on her shoulder, relaxing instantly when she smells your perfume. you sigh against her ear, placing your half-empty drink on the bar beside her, "'m bored, sarah. wanna get out of here?"

it's like he's invisible — like his knee isn't knocking against hers as sarah focuses on you completely. she isn't even looking your way and you have her wrapped around your finger. ice lets out a sigh as he looks away — bernie's laugh echoes into the microphone at the sight.

she barely turns her head as she speaks. "and go where?"

you groan, leaning more of your weight onto her back. "literally anywhere else. pho's busy dancing, and you're the only other person here i like."

sarah hums as she takes a sip of her drink, "i'm your favorite? i'm flattered, pretty."

nose pressed to her neck, you hope she can't feel how your cheeks heat up. a quiet, embarrassed whine escapes your throat as you admit how much you like her. "my number one — thought it was obvious."

her drink is gone within a blink as she tips it back, gulping it down. standing from the barstool, sarah holds her hand out to you. "let's find somethin' fun to do, hm?"

you eagerly comply, lacing your fingers with hers. leaning into her, you sandwich sarah's hand between both of yours as you get comfortable. "would love nothin' more!"

— study day ♥︎ hinata —

"bored. 'm so bored, hina."

the peach haired girl looks up from her book with a raised brow. she's heard you say that excat sentence too many times already — and you'd only been at her house for an hour. "[name], why don't you study like we said we would?"

"but," you roll onto your back, crumpling your own papers. hinata sighs, shuffling further across her bed so you had room. "why would i do that when i have a perfect, kissable girl right beside me?"

her cheeks flame up, bright pink hitting them as she shoves you gently. "stop that!"

you wiggle your eyebrows, rolling onto your stomach. "is my plan working? can we stop learning now?"

hinata sighs, her attention very obviously on your face and not her notes. "how about this — we'll doodle for a bit and then get back to work. deal?"

nodding enthusiastically, you sit up and watch as hinata grabs a sheet of paper. she folds it into four pieces longways before taking another piece and doing the same. "we'll swtich when we're done with a section. and no peeking, [name]!"

you mock her a little before grabbing a glittery pen and your folded paper. starting out, you draw a pointed oval shape, doodling until it becomes a stereotypical alien head. hinata waits, switching papers once you're done. you draw a torso next, creating pretty butterfly-like wings on their back.

keeping with your supernatural theme, you create lanky legs and a lizard tail next. your last doodle is of hooves — sparkly and ready to trample anyone. folding the papers out, you aren't sure what to think. hinata tilts her head at the mix of supernatural and realistic elements.

"well..." she purses her lips a little. "they're kinda cute."

you blink, speaking blankly, "these are what my dream creatures look like."

the peach haired girl beams your way, "what fun dreams! has your bordeom been conquered?"

shaking your head, you snuggle into her, leaning your weight onto her fully. "kinda jus' wanna kiss my pretty girlfriend. can i do that, hina?"

her face lights up pink once more. "study time! time to study! learning and stuff!"

——♥︎—— happy pride month ♥︎ no taglist for this one on the off-chance i make anyone uncomfy lmao airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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[cherryrainn]

Greedler x fem! reader (romantic) whose is a librarian who is reading children's books to children and wears contact lenses to hide that she wears glasses and is very insecure? (she is a redhead and shorter than him)

You can use "Enchanted-Taylor Swift" for inspiration :) thxxxx

https://youtu.be/igIfiqqVHtA

━━ ✧ 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; greedler (onceler) + you

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; absolutely! thanks for your request

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; here

the library was alive with the sound of children's laughter as you sat in a cozy corner, surrounded by a circle of wide-eyed kids. you held a colorful picture book in your hands, your voice gentle as you brought the story to life with animated expressions and playful tones. it was a scene that onceler couldn't help but find absolutely adorable.

he had been watching from a distance, his normally confident demeanor replaced with a softened expression as he witnessed you captivate the hearts of the young audience. your red hair caught the light in a way that made you seem like a character from one of the stories you were reading.

as the story came to an end, the children clapped excitedly, and you gave them a warm smile. onceler couldn't help but smile too, appreciating the genuine joy you brought to their faces.

after the kids had dispersed, he mustered up the courage to approach you, though his typically self-assured demeanor had a touch of awkwardness. leaning casually against a bookshelf, he remarked, "quite the storyteller you are."

you turned towards him, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. "thank you," you said, your voice soft with a touch of shyness. "i love sharing stories with them."

onceler's gaze lingered on you, his usual cockiness giving way to a more genuine curiosity. "you know, i've never seen someone make a room full of kids so interested."

a small smile tugged at your lips, and you looked down at the ground for a moment before meeting his gaze. "well, i've always believed that stories have a special kind of magic. they can take you to different worlds and make you feel like anything is possible."

he nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face. "you're right."

as your conversation continued, you found yourself opening up to onceler in a way you hadn't expected. he listened with genuine interest, asking questions that made you feel valued and heard. it was a stark contrast to the insecurities you often grappled with.

you shifted on your feet, a bit uncomfortable with the intensity of his attention. "i should get back to work," you said, attempting to break the spell his presence had cast on you.

but onceler's hand gently caught your arm, stopping you from leaving. "before you go, i have to say something." his tone was softer now, his eyes locked on yours.

your heart raced, unsure of what he was about to say. "what is it?"

he took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "your passion for stories, the way you light up when you talk to these kids—it's like you have your own kind of magic, it's super cool, just letting you know."

you felt a rush of warmth at his words, your insecurity momentarily forgotten. "thank you, onceler."

his fingers brushed against yours, a gentle and reassuring touch. "and i have another thing. so, i noticed the contact lenses." he smiled sheepishly. "but honestly, i think you're beautiful with or without them."

your cheeks flushed, but this time it was from a different kind of emotion. onceler's openness and sincerity had a way of melting away your doubts.

and as you stood there, lost in each other's eyes, you couldn't help but believe that maybe, just maybe, the most enchanting stories were the ones that unfolded in real life.

#GREEDLER #onceler #the lorax #y/n #x reader #reader insert #onceler x reader #ask #fluff #greedler x reader #the onceler #the greedler #onceler fandom

[cyb3rscoups]

Traingazing

Other Song Prompts

Truly, Attuma didn't know what possessed him to lift his head and open his tired eyes. Rule one of taking the subway was to mind your business after all. But he felt...something. He didn't know what it was until his gaze shifted to the right and narrowed in on the woman across from him, suddenly turning her head so he wouldn't suspect her staring.

His tanned cheeks flushed as he realized what she was doing rather quickly. Well, sleep was now the last thing on his mind as he gazed at the woman trying her hardest to avoid his eyes.

Attuma found himself rather fascinated with his admirer. Did she recognize him from somewhere? Maybe she saw him often on the train. Maybe she frequently visited some places he enjoyed; the coffee shop, library, the gym. His thoughts crowded his mind as he continued to stare at her.

Suddenly, he was wondering what she liked to eat, what her favorite color was, and how he liked her coffee. It was only when he had the sweet envision of her plush lips against hers that he realized how delusional he must've seemed.

Cringing at himself and his thoughts, he shook them away and averted his eyes from her, opting to look down into his lap instead.

Little did he know, while his gaze on her had ended, hers on him had resumed. Okoye wanted to know his name, how old he was, what he did for a living. She wanted to ask his ethnicity and how his childhood had treated him. She wanted to know his hobbies and what thoughts occupied his mind.

The page in her book had been long forgotten as she continued to gaze at the make of a man. Then, she found herself wanting to run her hands through his wavy locks of hair and tug them back with just enough force to make him whine.

Okoye's face noticeably screwed up at the intrusive and suggestive thought about the stranger. She scolded herself as she open up the stiff pages and focused her eyes on the passage she lost herself in.

It was a cold war between the two. A tense game of who would make the first move. Time passed and they both had knowingly missed their stops but sneaky glances and blushing smiles were obviously more priority than getting home.

By now, everyone on the train had dispersed and left. Okoye and Attuma stayed for the sake of building up the courage to know each other.

A gruff clearing of his throat, cause her head to snap up only to be met with him staring at her already. She spared him a small smile and a wave which he returned.

"Hey.." Attuma started, noting the way she seemed to melt at the reveal of his voice. "I'm Attuma."

Okoye smiled, her nervousness revealed in the fidgeting of her hands and fingers. "Okoye"

"That's beautiful...you're beautiful."

"You're not too bad yourself.."

#wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #okoye x attuma #attoye #alex livinalli #attuma x okoye #attuma #okoye #danai gurira #traingazing #black panther #attoye fanfic #song prompt #impulse write #black woman writer #black writers #poc characters #Spotify

[veronica-sawyers-monocle]

🕷 naoya zenin x female reader 

🕷 word count: 2k

🕷 warnings: sexual content, dubious consent

🕷 author’s note: you guys i haven’t posted a fic in so long...hoping to get back into it! if you enjoy this, please like, comment, or reblog.

You were always minding your own business when your stepfather came around. This time, you relaxed in the gardens of the Zenin estate, dropping food pellets into the pond to feed the koi fish. Smiling to yourself, you watched the fish swim to the surface and gulp down the pellets scattered across the water’s surface.

The serenity of the moment was broken by the booming voice of your stepfather.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite stepdaughter!” His voice caused the colorful fish to disperse and dive beneath the pond’s surface. He gave you a heavy clap on your back that could be categorized as a slap. You gripped the railing, steadying yourself.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“I see you’re not up to much, as usual. You’re just like Naoya, lazy, incompetent…”

“Don’t ever compare me to Naoya. Or any other member of this stupid clan.” You glared at the older man. Your stepfather sneered.

“Well, I just came to let you know that I heard from someone—I won’t say who—that I’m a leading prospect for head of the clan.” His arrogant smirk framed by a patchy goatee irritated you endlessly. You scoffed; you had enough of this man.

“Whoever’s making that decision is an idiot. Even Naoya would make a better leader than you,”

Suddenly, your stepfather turned on you, gripping your neck and pushing you against the railing. You struggled to get a hold on the railing behind you to keep yourself from falling into the pond, but his grip was so forceful they just flailed behind you. He was red in the face, fuming at your words.

“What did I do to deserve an ungrateful bitch of a stepdaughter like you!” he spat, his voice shaking. “I swear I’ll divorce your good-for-nothing mother if it means I don’t have to—”

His hand was ripped from your neck. It was Naoya, he’d pulled your stepfather away from you and the two men were struggling on the ground, fighting each other.

You watched them wrestle, not wanting to get in between their testosterone-fueled scuffle. Eventually, Naoya released your stepfather, who stalked off fuming.

You didn’t know Naoya too well, and although he was known as an arrogant, misogynistic asshole, he’d always been polite to you, treating you with respect and kindness.

“Hey, come to my room, I’ll get you some water.” His light brown gaze rested on your throat, a slight frown pulling the corners of his mouth.

“I’m fi--“ you started.

Naoya shook his head and gently placed his hand on your shoulder. His thumb stroked the delicate skin of your neck and he felt your pulse fluttering beneath it.

“That bastard left bruises on you. Fucking unacceptable.”

“It’s alright, Naoya, I promise. I just don’t want to cause any more problems. My stepfather’s just a dick.”

Naoya shook his head. He grabbed your wrist and looked at you intensely. “Just come to my room. Please.” Something in his eyes betrayed his intentions, and you could tell he wanted more than to just help you out with your minor injury.

Naoya was handsome, you thought, with his toned physique and pretty eyes. Worth a try if only to piss off your stepfather.

He led you to his room, and it was just as lavish as you expected. Instead of the usual futon, he had a king size, four poster bed. Beautiful rugs were placed throughout his chambers and despite the mild spring weather, a fire crackled dimly on the hearth.

You sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Naoya somewhat expectantly.

“So, did you have, like, an ice pack or something you wanted to give me?”

Naoya had moved so that he was standing right between your legs. Your breathing quickened.

“Yeah, I had something I wanted to give you.”

“What’s that?”

“Close your eyes,” Naoya could barely look at you and his cheeks were starting to flush. You followed his orders, knowing he was probably going to unzip his pants and—just as you suspected, you felt the warm skin of his dick against your cheek. Opening your eyes, you moved slightly and sucked his tip into your mouth obediently, moaning at the salty, masculine taste of him. You took your time, swirling your tongue around just the head of him and teasing him until he let out a whine, thrusting his hips forward and forcing you to take more of him.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he panted. He gripped the back of your head with one hand and pushed you further. His tip was hitting the back of your throat at this point, making you gag and pull your head back.

“Aww, little girl can’t handle my big cock, huh?”

“I can handle it, I’d just rather have it inside me.” You replied.

“So that’s how you’re gonna be,” Naoya pushed you further onto the bed and removed just enough clothing to access your pussy, too impatient to bother with the rest. He manhandled you so that you were on all fours, exposed to him.

“You’re already wet, just from sucking my dick, huh,” he laughed. Leaning over you, he pushed his dick inside, breathing shakily in your ear.

“Take my cock you…ugh…you fucking slut…” His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he rocked into you.

Although he tried to act like a porn star, Naoya’s misogynistic facade crumbled before your eyes as he drowned in your pussy.

“Ohhh, fuckkk…” Naoya was moaning your name as he thrust into you. “Your pussy feels so fucking nice,” he groaned into your neck.  “You’re gonna make me cum, oh…hell yeah baby girl…”

 ……………………………………………………………

 Naoya lay on his back beside you, his toned chest rapidly rising and falling. Your eyes were closed, but you could sense the man’s amber gaze focused on you, taking in your hair splayed across the silk pillows and the serene, satisfied expression gracing your features.

You smiled when you felt him hook a long leg around your own, pulling you closer to him. Naoya’s breathing was heavy on your neck.

“Still desperate for me even after we finished, huh?” You smirked, finally letting yourself tease him.

“Shut…” he trailed his hand down stomach and swiped his long fingers through the mess of fluids leaking out of you. You shuddered at the overstimulation, still sensitive.

“…up.” He pushed his fingers inside of you.

 “Fuck, Naoya,” your voice broke in a whine. “Unh…please…”

“Please what, baby?” Naoya’s gaze was heavy on you, lips slightly parted and eyes hazed over in lust. He looked hypnotized, obsessed with how your body was at the mercy of his fingers. “Tell me what you need.”

“M-move your fingers,” you whispered. He complied immediately, and his fingers began slowly dragging in and out. The palm of his hand hit your clit every time he thrust back in, and you bucked your hips against him, craving more friction.

“You know,” Naoya said between slow drags of his fingers, “I always had my eye on you, ever since you came to the estate. Pretty foreigner who I just wanted to ruin.” You could barely understand what he was saying. “Did you feel the same about me?” Your mind was foggy from the pleasure he was giving you so all you could do was moan as the motion of his fingers rocked your entire body.

He stopped.

“Naoya pl—”

“Answer me!” He slapped your clit.

“Fuck, I—” you gasped, so close to your orgasm. “I just thought you were a misogynist asshole like everyone said!”

Naoya stopped, his face falling. He got up and walked away from the bed, running a hand through his hair.

“Naoya, I’m sorry.” He turned towards you, his face unreadable.

“Is that really what you think of me?” he said quietly.

“No, I was gonna say that’s what I thought at first, you know, because of your reputation.”

He walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and glancing at you sideways.

“But honestly, I had nothing else to go off of except for that,” you continued.

“And what about now?” Naoya mumbled the question instead of asking directly, seeming almost scared to know the answer.

“I don’t think that anymore,” you replied.

“Everyone with high status in the Zenin clan all act the same. Like complete dicks. Being like them is the only way I can compete with them, but I swear I’m not like that.”

“Naoya.” You said his name in hopes that he’d shut up.

“I don’t want you to think I’m some asshole. I’m serious.”

“Naoya,” you said softly. Leaning towards him, you gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your tongues met before your lips did as you swallowed each other’s moans. Lips never leaving yours, Naoya pushed you back onto the pillows and slid his fingers back inside you.

“Ohh…still so wet, aren’t you,” he breathed. His lips ran down your neck as he fucked you with his fingers. His pace wasn’t urgent, but with every thrust inward you gasped and held on to his upper arms tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, come for me baby, I can feel you’re close,” Naoya whined into your skin. You didn’t expect him to be this vocal. It was almost submissive the way he was dedicated to pleasing you now.

He buried his head in your neck, teeth almost biting your shoulder. Between the mind-numbing thrusts of his fingers, you could feel movements from Naoya grinding into the bed next to you as well, and that’s what caused you to finally come for him. Pleasing you was arousing him so much that he couldn’t help but to seek relief from the mattress like a virgin.

Naoya looked at you with wide, amazed eyes as he watched you twitch around his fingers. “Damn, your pussy’s clenching around me,” he said breathlessly.

“What, you never felt a girl cum before?” You grinned at him in your post-orgasm haze. Teasing Naoya was just too irresistible.

His face flushed a deep red and he immediately looked away from you. “Shut up,” he mumbled. “Of course I’ve made girls cum before.”

“I know, I can tell you have experience. I’m just messing with you. Although you didn’t make me finish when you fucked me the first time so…”

Naoya rolled his eyes and buried his head in your chest, letting out a half-joking, frustrated growl. You ran your fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. He sighed with how good it felt and threw a long arm around your waist, pulling himself closer to you.

“Do this again sometime?” he mumbled.

“Hah, I’m sorry, what was that?”

Naoya sighed. “Would you like to do this again with me sometime?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’d make sure your stepfather never gives you shit again.” Perfect.

“Okay, I think we have a deal then.”

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[peerlessscowl]

She finds him in the medical tent after the battle's end. An overwhelming sense of regret beckons the Nordion princess to find the man with rust colored hair. For this was not the type of battle she desired! It was her hopes to test the edges of comradery and gain new companions. Not this... The lioness is slow to approach, unsure of the proper tactic. They had not spoken in the entirety of battle and it was unlikely he would have a high opinion of her. But this was not the time to get discouraged! She had been through much harsher tests, pressed to the limits of what life could taste. The halo of blonde approaches calmly to his bedside. Calm, stay calm. "Sir Raymond, I take it? I never received your name during battle....Ah, well I wished to express my utter apologies for the way the battle turned out." Lips press together tightly as her brow furrows. "I do not believe that was the commendable way to achieve victory. You are clearly very skilled and I treated you poorly.....It is my hope that we can be acquaintances and put this brutish battle behind us..." "If there is some way I can apologize for my reproachable behavior...If there is some way I can make it up to you," Lachesis adds. "Do not hesitate to let me know, for I do not desire animosity between us."

He dreams, sometimes, bringing what might have been restful sleep to something that is half-waking. It happens more at night than after battle, but the feeling of the ground hitting his knees and tipping forward has haunted him a time or two as well, the dizzy sensation where the world tips to one side in the seconds before everything turns black.

Raven feels it, still, the tug in his chest, the pull of energy from without trying to get at his softer parts, something sinister come to burrow and his core and feast.

He hears the shouting of the medics, though muffled by the haze. Eventually, the sound, too drowns out and fades into the background - dispersed, naturally, he supposes, as his condition stabilizes and they leave his body to do the hard work. The clarity of consciousness comes to him sharply, almost crisp, almost cold against his senses.

He feels her coming before he sees or hears her, and he isn't certain if it is the sense of nausea pitching his gut on the instinct, the shying away of his natural self-preservation from the thing that had sought to sink its claws into him.

He doesn't grant her the dignity of flinching at her approach, raising his gaze to meet hers steadily as she speaks. Raven listens, does not interrupt, eyes never wavering in spite of her self-consciousness - what need have he to be gracious of a witch's feelings?

When she is done, he rises from the cot - slowly, not because of his fatigue, masking it as best he could despite the shivering in his fingers, but slowly to draw attention to their proximity, the fact that if he wanted, he could merely reach out-

There is a beat of silence, then; "Lord, actually. Not sir."

Through the slits of his narrowed eyes, he can see that she is pretty - some lady or another, probably got away with just being pretty her whole life - and he can see that she is used to her charm carrying the brunt of whatever she might like to achieve.

But he remembers the drag of magic across his heart, the flush of her cheeks as his paled, and how she had focused solely on him while chatting casually with his own teammate - the disrespect shown to an opponent you consider an afterthought. The facade doesn't faze him.

"Where I'm from," he begins, voice low and deliberate as he takes a step closer, bridging any distance between them with some certainty, "we share stories. At equinoxes, solstices, in the dark of night to teach our children what comes for them in the night. What hungers for their life force, uses it for their benefit."

His eyes flick down in assessment, then back up to hers. "And at the end of those stories, there is always blood. Whose, depends on who does the telling."

Another beat. "But there is always blood."

He gives her a curt nod, shifting his weight to maintain the steadiness of his gait to move away from her in a straight line, ignoring the flutter of his heart not yet recovered.

He had memorized her face, and he knew that he would see it around, if he looked.

#in character #toaboel2024 #interaction: pridedprincess #sorry this sat for a little while haha i got tired layingcat #perfect timing with the hec thread he's about to need a new hobby

[rosewood-mountain]

Rosewood mountain

Chapter one

 Cries of agony shatter the peace of the early fall morning. For a few hours even the crows and owls fall silent. The vast and dense forest seems to listen in as tears began to decorate the crunchy grass of the graveyard. Brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers all weep as a young woman, Lucy Jackson, aged 22, is lowered into her final resting place. Her headstone carved only days prior. The coffin is crafted with the wood from the mountain sides, a wreath of dried daisies and ivy sitting upon the coffin's lid. 

The service comes to a close as dirt and soil is shoved into the open grave. Her portrait sits by, a smile on thin pink lips, bright green eyes glimmering with potential, thick brown curls flowing along her shoulders, glimmering in the sunlight as if it was shining amber. Her face dusted with freckles. She leaves behind her mother, father, two brothers, and six close friends. All of them clinging to one another as part of their world is covered in earth. A life snuffed out too soon. 

By noon the crowds disperse, leaving only one person remaining. From the edge of the town graveyard a  man emerges from where he had stood. In the relative quiet and shade of an old oak tree. 

He is dressed in funeral attire. A black button up, worn and faded from use, dark slacks with a small tear on the ankle. Black dress shoes, dirty and scuffed from his time in the graveyard. 

His wavy blond hair falls past hazy blue eyes, chewed and chapped lips pulled tight as he ambles forward. His calloused hands reach into his pockets to pull forth an old rosarie, its gray beads and cross glimmering in the faded sunlight. 

His thumb rubs against the beads slowly as he kneels by the young woman's grave. Sniffling hard he holds back his tears and lets out a shaky sigh. His eyes read the stone over and over, hoping that somehow the name would change. 

“Lucy Jackson, Born January third 1960, died 1982. A loving sister and friend.” 

With a shutter, silent tears manage to slip past long eyelashes, down a soft and flushed cheek, falling to the dirt like the first drops of rain before a long storm. 

“Jacob?” a voice calls, deep and rough. 

The blond man's head whips up suddenly, a hand flying out to wipe the moisture from his eyes, to no avail. The dam had broken. His normally calm, almost blank face is warped with agony.  Lips pulling back in a snarl as his jaw clenched shut. Brows furrowed as he gripped at his rosarie tighter. His voice is caught in his chest as a taller man trudges over. 

The man wears an old brown leather coat over a black tee shirt, faded blue jeans covering his legs, a tear across one knee. A pair of brown boots cutting through the grass as he draws closer.  He has a sharp and angular face. his chin and neck covered in a five o clock shadow. A large hand reaches up to awkwardly  scratch at the stubble. Thick brows drawn close as he joins the other at the grave. 

Lowering himself down into a squat beside the blond man he takes a moment to glance at the headstone, reading it once over before sighing low. A tanned hand coming up to remove his brown leather Stetson hat. Holding it in a loose grip. Chestnut colored hair flutters about his face in the autumn breeze. 

“I dropped by your house, figured you would be here.” The man says, his voice hushed, only slightly louder than the breeze. His deep brown eyes locked with Jacobs, their intensity forcing the weeping man to avert his gaze to the ground. He tries to muster his voice back, sniffling loudly as he tries once again to calm himself. His face twisting as he forces a neutral expression. Despite this the tears continue to fall. 

“We saw each other a few days ago Laz…she got a scholarship, god she was so happy. She talked for an hour after the letter arrived. How she would get to move out of Rosewood. We could move out of Rosewood… she was going to become a lawyer.” Jacob whispers. Hands trembling slightly as he shakes his head.

“Please tell me you have a suspect.” 

Laz pauses, chewing on his cheek before he speaks. A hand comes to rest on Jacobs shoulder.

“We do have suspects. Laura at the Gas Station mentioned seeing her get into a red Austin allegro…based on that , I got a warrant for a room at the Loger motel. I have my fingers crossed it's a quick case.”

Jacob nods before turning his body to face the detectives. 

“Whoever did this…I would pay to see them hang. They don't deserve the air they breathe”

“I can do my best in accordance with the law. “ 

Laz says,  holding the smaller man's shoulder in a comforting grip. His eyes filled with silent sympathy.

“You saw her on my table. She was in agony "Jacob says before he wraps his arms around himself. Trembling as visions of Lucy's body on his embalming table filled his mind.

The rope marks around her blackened wrists. All of her fingernails and toenails missing, having been torn off. Throat cut so deep that she was nearly decapitated, blood all over ripped and muddy clothes. Her once hopeful and soft eyes warped with fear. 

Laz shivers at the thought, his own stomach churning at the visual once again. 

He couldn't help but feel lost. He never had seen Jacob cry at a funeral, never had to step away from an autopsy for a breather, and certainly never saw him vengeful, with hate and violence swimming in tear full eyes. The normally stoic mortician crumbling on the grass. 

“I know…he will get what's coming to him. I swear it to you. As a friend.” he promises, dropping to sit down at the man’s side then yanking him against his chest. Strong arms wrapping around Jacobs body. After a moment the mortician's shaky hands come up to coil around his waist. Holding on as if he was going to fall into the open mouth of hell. 

“Please” Jacob whispers as he rests his forehead against the shoulder of Lazs jacket. His sobs fell silent as the mountains began to awaken, the sound of birds calling and trees shifting in the breeze, leaves tumbling to the earth.  

“When was the last time you slept?” Laz asks as he gets a better look at his friend's face, noting the dark circles and redness in his eyes. 

Jacob shakes his head and looks away. 

“ I think you can guess,” he whispers, his expression falling completely blank. As if a switch had been turned off, or he had run out of energy to cry. 

“Come on, I'll walk you home… you need time to lay down." Laz slowly clambers to his feet, pulling Jacob up with him. 

There was little resistance from the blond man as he was led away from the graveyard, stumbling as the exhaustion began to creep up on him. Eyes heavy as he ached for the warm embrace of his sofa. 

Laz keeps a hand on him, leading the young man like he was a zombie, eventually  reaching the Connors funeral home. Built in 1903 by Jacobs grandparents, it served as both the only mortuary in Rosewood, and the Connors family house. 

The old blue siding faded from wind and rain. The black shutters in need of some minor repairs and a fresh coat of paint. The old wooden front steps creaking loudly as the pair ascend  them. 

After a moment Jacob reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a rusted house key, inserting it into the brass lock, turning it with a loud clunk. The Black door whines as it swings open into the mudroom. 

Laz relinquishes his hold on his friend as they step inside, toeing off his boots as Jacob did the same. Leaving their shoes at the door the pair enters a spacious living room. The gray walls adorned with different crosses and pictures of saints. An ornate mirror sits over a large brick fireplace, full of the ashes of last night's fire. In the center of the room is an old couch, its once bright red color faded by time and use. A white knit blanket is draped over one arm and an old pillow, likely dragged downstairs by Jacob, sits crumbled at the other end.

A small table sits in front of the sofa. A frayed bible lay open on the surface. Laz sighs as he notes the familiar surroundings, before turning to Jacob. 

“Why don't you go get changed into something comfy and take a nap. I'll draw the curtains” he says, attempting to shoo the man into his room. After a long pause Jacob seems to register the taller man's words. Turning slowly he stumbles towards the set of stairs at the far end of the room. Holding onto the old banister he makes his way to the master bedroom. 

Meanwhile Laz walks to the large living room window, taking a moment to stare out. The home has a great view of all of Rosewood. He can see the church Jacob attends  each Sunday, despite the difference in faith. He can see his highschool, the police department. All of the small businesses and restaurants that line the main street. 

With a sigh he grabs hold of the black curtains and yanks them shut, some light still managing to shine through, but it seemed to dim as clouds rolled into the valley.

Turning around, Laz watches as Jacob trudges back downstairs, no longer in his mourning clothes and instead dressed in a pair of black shorts and a tee shirt. His hair askew from running his hands through it. 

The detective sighs and nods offering a soft smile as the man gravitates towards the sofa. Wordlessly flopping back into the cushions with a loud huff. The couch groans under the sudden weight. Laz leans against the back as he watches the mortician shove his face into the pillow and wrestle with the old quilt, eventually pulling it over himself. 

“Get some sleep, if you need anything, call the station and if i'm not there then call my house.” Laz instructs watching his friend fight sleep. 

“I will…you going to check that warrant tonight?”

“Yep, and I will call you if I get him.. You will know before the papers ” he smirks and pulls at the brim of his hat, earning himself a smile from Jacob's lips. 

As he walks to the door to slide his boots back on, he turns. The mortician calls out, his voice drawing slowly.

“Don't do anything stupid Laz…i'll kill ya” 

The detective smiles and shakes his head. Turning the door handle as he steps out,  calling back before the door latches behind him.

“I know”

#character development #novel update #web series #murder mystery #mystery #body horror #lgbt representation #horror #supernatural #cryptid #chapter 1

[kitmon]

Hello! How did you imagine the first meeting between Eddie and the reader in the Let’s Dance universe? Did he crush start then or develop during the course of middle school? Also, I would be very excited if it became a multi-chapter fic! I absolutely love a good slow burn and your writing is wonderful :)

EEeeeeee! I love that you love the idea of a multi-chapter fic! I might start adding to it as soon as I'm through with finals! And it'll be perfect because it's winter time and it fits the vibes so well!

(Also, I am so sorry anon, I hope you see this even though it took me so long!)

The way I see it playing out is that they knew each other all throughout their baby years in the way that every kid in a small town knows each other. I don't think Eddie was always the reject and that may be controversial lol but I just don't think that kindergarten children are as cruel to each other in the way that older adolescents and adults are. They aren't really mean to each other for superficial stuff like what you wear or what you're interested in. I dunno that's just my perception of young kids; they're mean in like the way that they'll steal your crayons or something and when they do comment on your clothes or appearance, it's often because they don't understand and less because they're trying to make you feel bad.

All that to say, I think that Eddie and reader would have been the kind of childhood friends that weren't, like, attached at the hip but were most often, especially in Kindergarten, found together, playing house, coloring and sharing markers, all that cute kid stuff. They just got along very well and found comfort in each others' company. I imagine, during free time, they would cuddle up together on a bean bag, pop one of those cassette tape audio books into a cassette player and listen to A Wizard Of Earthsea. And as they listen, probably making a note on the story every once in a while, they doze off like sleepy puppies, stubby fingers grazing each others' as they huddle in close together. Literally so cute T-T.

But then, after a while, I figure they kind of disperse and find themselves different friend groups as their interests develop. I don't think it wasn't because either one disliked what the other did but just because they found others that better suited their personalities at the time. That eventually fell away from your memory.

Now, middle school is where things get juicy; Eddie's more alienated from the community for his interests and you're gaining popularity for your academic success and friendly demeanor. Often, Eddie was bullied or purposefully excluded from things but you never treated him like that, in fact, that's the reason he grew such a soft spot for you. It started out small like most crushes do, seeing you in the halls and thinking you were pretty, but he fell hard when you stood up for him when no one else would.

Tommy H. was always a bully, raised a bully, stayed a bully, and he loved tormenting Eddie, shoving him against lockers, beating him up behind the dumpster and ransacking his bag and pockets. A regular occurrence was Tommy smacking Eddie's textbooks and notes down onto the floor as he passed him in the halls and, as you saw him do it you shouted after him but he was already turning the corner and ignoring you entirely.

You scoffed and rushed towards Eddie, crouching down to help him gather his belongings, attempting to keep all of your fingers from being crushed under the negligent shoes of students who maneuvered around you and Eddie like fish in a stream, disregarding the both of you as they made their way to their next class.

"He's such an asshole" you mumble, swiping up the lined note sheets and sketchpad papers from the floor, trying to salvage the crumpled and stamped over documents by rubbing your thumb over the shoe marks which was ultimately useless.

That's when Eddie notices you so close, lifting his head to find you gathering his D&D notes and character sketches, flushing at the sight of you in your darling sundress and scraggly wool cardigan, he can hardly believe such a nasty word left such a beautiful creature. He freezes, eyes going wide as he watches you try to tap the papers into a neat stack before he blinks and remembers to respond.

"Yuh-yeah."

You stand and admire his drawings, smiling at a doodle of what appears to be an elf, decorated in ornate robes with luscious flowing hair, wielding a large sword. As Eddie stands too, you hand him over his papers and notebooks.

"Are you okay?" You ask as he takes the pile.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he nods, not ever fully making eye contact with you. "It's not a big deal."

"It's a huge deal!" You correct, voice raising a bit. "He shouldn't be messing with you like that!"

Eddie doesn't say anything, only stares at his feet and shuffles under your intense gaze. You sigh through your nose and place your fingers over his shoulder.

"You know, I don't think anyone would fault you for throwing a punch every once in a while," you suggest.

Eddie lifts his head and looks you in the eye, only for a brief second, nodding.

The late bell rings a shrill sound and it startles you away from Eddie and, as soon as it's gone, he misses the touch of your hand.

"Oh! Crap!" You barely notice that the halls are all but empty save for you and Eddie. "I've gotta go!"

You start to back away but press your fingers against his chest to remind him you hardly want to separate.

"But we should hang out!" You rush out, eyes wide. Eddie finds that he can say nothing, words lodged in his throat, and only chokes before nodding. You smile a wide, radiant smile before starting to jog down the hall, and as you've already turned the corner, you shout, "I like your hair!"

Eddie smiles and runs his palm over the sheared locks before turning and heading to his own class, a wild blush painting his pale cheeks.

#that's how I see it at least :) #anon <3 #love letters 💌 #june speaks #let’s dance! #eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you