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secretlovezz · 4 months

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I was wondering I could request headcanons with König, Soap, Price and Ghost celebrating a birthday with their s/o who thought that they’d forget/didn’t know? If it’s too many characters (😭I know writing is a struggle) maybe it’d be okay with just Ghost?

By the time I’m writing this, my birthday would’ve been tomorrow :]

I hope you have a good afternoon/day/evening/night

I'm so late omg (I'm horrible at getting requests done I'm so sorry!!!!) but here it is!!! I ended up only writing for Soap and Ghost even though the goal was to write for all of 141+konig so maybe there'll be a part 2 with everyone else eventually😭 Happy belated birthday babe and thank you for the request 🫶🫶🫶🫶 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Simon "Ghost" Riley

I feel like because Simon most likely doesn't celebrate/do things for his birthday he won't do too much for you (this doesn't mean he doesn't care though).

He gets you the cutest presents, ones with meaning and love, ones that'll last for as long as possible.

Although he's nervous Simon is slick about the process of giving you your gift.

He's hiding it behind a cushion while the two of you are casually watching a movie together on the couch.

He hasn't said much to you all day (he is horrible at keeping secrets from you so he's kept his mouth shut so he doesn't spill the fact that he got you something).

You notice his silence just like you notice how Simon is being twitchy next to you, the arm around your neck is flexing and his free hand is wiping against his pants to get rid of sweat.

You don't think you've ever been more anxious and on your birthday no less.

Has he forgotten?

You feel sick to your stomach, nausea overtaking you and making you uncomfortable. Your body wiggles against your boyfriend's side and his eyes drift to you. His brown eyes are searching you intently; his gaze makes you all the more nervous.

He contemplates saying anything before his lips finally part to ask, "You alright, Dove?"

Your head is snapping in his direction before he can even finish his question, eyes wide in a way that make Simon's squint in confusion. He twists his body to face you a little more forcing you to look at him.

"What's wrong," He asks, your eyes are darting to any place that isn't his eyes because if you do he'll see straight through you. Sometimes you hate that he can just tell when you're upset.

When you don't answer him Simon sighs and stretches his arm to reach behind him. Your eyes water and your plump bottom lip quivers in response to his movement but when he pulls his hand back in between the both of you he's holding a little box.

Now your eyes squint in confusion causing a tear or two to fall out. Your boyfriend is quickly dropping the box and reaching to wipe them from your face pressing a swift kiss to your forehead before pulling back.

Before you can ask him anything about the box simon is grabbing your hands putting them together in a cupping motion and dropping the box into your hands. You look at him doe eyed and he motions for you to open it kissing your temple once more. If you weren't a little sad you would have laughed or giggled at the horrible attempt of a bow around the box. You pull at it and it comes loose and falls into your lap. You glance at Simon once more eyes still a little watery and he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You open the box slowly a little worried of what you might find inside.

When you open it to see dog tags you choke out a sob.

"It's a replica, not the real thing but still, happy birthday dove," Simon says while swiftly moving your face into the crook of his neck. You move yourself to straddle your boyfriend arms wrapping around his neck. You stop your cries to place a quick kiss on his neck. Your professions of love mumbled into his neck as you hiccup.

"I love you, hm? So much," he says and Simon chuckles when you whine at him.

"So so much," He whispers.

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John "Soap" McTavish

I lowkey feel like there's no possible way for you to feel like he's forgotten.

He's talking your ear off about what you guys are gonna do weeks before.

But imagine he gets called away just days before your birthday, he'd get so sad :(

He wanted to celebrate it properly; take you out to dinner buy you some flowers and a present that you would adore one that could make you smile.

So alas he's away on your big day and he's so busy and has so much work to do he almost doesn't get the chance to call you.

You try to watch a movie, one that you and Johnny would enjoy together if he were home, cuddled up against each other, slipping gentle intimate kisses to one another, laughing and giggling at stupidly cringe movie scenes. His hands would never leave you, they never did.

You miss him.

The thought made your lips quiver and your eyes water. You felt that you usually did okay, good even when Johnny wasn't around but today was your birthday and he wasn't here and it was harder than you thought it would be.

You picked up your phone and turned it on.

No notifications.

You'd hoped he'd at least text you but it was rounding 10:30, it was dark out and the lack of natural light was making you sleepy, but there was still nothing from him.

You're nodding off trying to keep yourself awake but eventually, your eyes are closing and your head is leaning back towards the cushion of the couch. You're snapped out of your closeness to sleep by the ringing of your phone. You scrambled for it moving quickly to answer whoever was calling you.

"Hello?" You answer.

A rumbling chuckle on the other line causes tears to gather at your water line, "were you sleeping, can hear it in your voice," you could imagine the smile gracing his face.

Your voice is shakey and quiet when you respond, "I miss you," you pull your knees to your chest, "I wish you were here."

You hear the ruffles of fabric, you wonder what he's doing.

"Wish I was there too believe me... Jesus, I miss you. Was gonna have flowers sent to you but Cap'n's threw me into somethin' I couldn't get out of and-"

You smile, cheesing into your pajama pants, "You were gonna buy me flowers?"

Johnny scoffs softly, "'course, my pretty girl deserves her flowers always and when I get back I'm gonna get you so many flowers you won't know what to do."

You laugh and he thinks he's never heard a sound more beautiful. He joins your laughter for a moment before the both of you quiet down slowly.

"Happy birthday sweet girl," Johnny whispers, "I love you"

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john McTavish #cod mwii x reader #cod mw2 x reader #cod fanfiction #cod x reader #cod fanfic #ghost x reader #soap x reader

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bwabys-scenarios · 3 months

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hii i really don’t mean this in a bad way! but i saw one of your posts taking about how you mostly write for chubby readers, and i really admire that. keep writing!

buutt, i just have a (not very) little question. one thing about me is that i really do not understand why people write for specially one type of person? like, i absolutely love the inclusivity and i love all your works, but why can’t everyone just write.. for y/n?? if that makes sense.

like, not describing the reader’s body, skin tone, or anything else like that. i’m not trying to tell you what to do or anything, but it’s just something i have been curious about for ages! and i’ve been too scared to ask on the notes because i don’t want anyone to think i’m being mean ( ´ ▽ ` )

basically, what i’m trying to ask is; is it bad that i would prefer if writers wrote for nobody in particular?

because i think that it’s so much easier, that way everybody can be happy without leaving one type of person out?

also, i understand if it’s for one type of oneshot/ story, though. like such as reader getting bullied, harassed, or whatever because of the trait you chose to write about.

and i also completely understand if you write for a specific type of person because that’s what you’re like, and i think that’s great!! i love when writers write y/n as themselves, because honestly me too. but for the people comfortable with that, do you think they should write as i suggested?

like, writing a y/n that’s just.. y/n. not described fully so you can imagine whatever you want for them.

i love your works, and really want you to keep writing!

so please tell me your thoughts on what i said! i am trying to learn how to understand people better, but if you want to ignore that’s totally fine! thank you for reading, i hope you have a wonderful day. <3

note: im sorry if this is a lot and confusing. i kinda just dumped everything i was thinking because i’ve never brought this up with anyone and got a bit nervous to ask this. sorry!

short answer: I write chubby readers because chubby readers deserve to see stories where their bodies are mentioned, celebrated, and loved. Writing for a completely neutral reader is not something I’m interested in, because I would not be able to relate to that at all.

Long answer: Fat people, like me, are often taken out of the experience of reading a reader insert fanfiction because the reader is described as thin WITHOUT any warning saying the fic would describe the body type. You can write your the reader to look however you look, but not tagging it/warning about it can surprise readers and put them off, especially when it happens so often for chubby readers. So I’m not against a reader being skinny, it would just be nice to have a warning or tag.

But anyways, making the reader completely neutral works sometimes, but a lot of the time people write/read chubby reader inserts to see their SPECIFIC body type loved and celebrated because often times it is not in regular reader inserts. People seek out chubby!reader inserts to see a reader being loved that has their body type, they aren’t looking for neutrality. They want a character that has the same struggles, insecurities, and life experiences that they can relate to. A chubby!reader accomplishes that.

I hope this answers your question! It’s okay to be curious and ask questions nicely, so don’t feel nervous :)

#x reader #requests open #anime x reader #reader insert #anime x chubby reader #chubby!reader #chubby reader

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archie-sunshine · 18 days

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waiter! waiter! more pandora x jak weird smut please!!!!!

i was thinkin about how magnets fuck with machinery so-

Magnets, Man...

(flagrant smut of my own ocs, 18+, JAK and Pandora)

TAGS: intelligence loss/fuckin around with jak's brain, squirting, fingering, casual sex, magnet play

Pandora has some magnets, JAK's helm looks like the perfect place to put them.

JAK could tell when Pandora was planning something for him. For one, she would compliment him more. Mention her great workmanship, thank him for all his help. Somehow, her stilted attempts at complimenting him were more endearing than they were manipulative. Second, she would be staring at him. Constantly. Or as constantly as her schedule would allow. Sometimes, when she thought he didn’t notice, she would seem to be sizing something up in her mind, usually regarding his lower half.

Those tells were enough to know it was something sexual. To know it was something so lascivious only pandora could have thought it up, one would only need to look to the third tell.

Pandora’s wall safe was open. Which meant Pandora was updating his backup drives.

“Sooooo… JAK?” Pandora purred, trotting into the room and situating herself between him and the TV.

“What is it?” JAK sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing the TV.

Pandora fidgeted with something behind her back, rocking on her heels a bit. She opened her mouth, making eye contact with him before closing it again and glancing away with a broad, nervous grin. “… Y’know, that paintjob really just works for you-“

JAK rolled his optics. “What is it.” he said flatly.

“I wanna try something. It’ll be fun! I promise. It’ll… also be sexy.” she explained quickly, turning to face him with a now more flushed look on her face.

JAK weighed his options for a moment. Or he tried to look like he was. It felt like the longer he was in this body the less dignity he had. He could have told her no, said she was being weird. Hell he could have said a lot of things. He didn’t say them. Instead he said, “Fine, but if my frame gets trashed again I’ll be pissed.”

By all accounts, it wasn’t very impressive. In her hand was a stack of round magnets, held a safe distance from his face where he was kneeling before her. She’d taken his place on the couch, still completely clothed, as usual.

“See the interesting thing about complex machines like you- hm- well ONE of the interesting things is that you don’t love magnets very much.” She hummed, closing her fist around the stack of magnets and struggling to pull one off. They seemed pretty powerful. “Messes with your internals… and I wanna know what it’ll do to your processor.”

“… you’re going to purposely possibly break my brain?” JAK asked.

“NOT BREAK!! Well- Hopefully not break, don’t worry about it.” She said quickly, rolling the magnet between her fingers and thumb.

“I’m gonna worry about it.” JAK droned, leaning back from her.

Immediately her hand darted forwards, hooking in his collar plating and stopping him. His vents hitched as the failsafe codes in him kicked on, her grip feeling stronger than the steel he was built from. “I’m not gonna break you, your body cost too much for that.” She frowned.

JAK swallowed, fixing her with an unconvincing frown. “Wow, my body and not me? Jeez you sure know how to make a dude feel special.”

“UGH you know what I-!! YOU’RE BEING PURPOSELY OBTUSE!” She snapped, wrinkling her nose at him and grimacing.

JAK grinned back at her, until he felt all of the pistons in his left arm suddenly eject out, stiffening and going uselessly limp at his side. He panickedly looked for the source of the malfunction, finding a thick black magnet pressed snugly to his plating. Pandora smacked his hand down as he reached it over to pick it off.

“The rest of you is metal too, you’ll just cause more problems trying to take it off. And anyway,” She hummed, casually flicking another magnet onto his right arm. His fans cycled up faster, heat and arousal pooling in his internals at the loss of control. “You have a more important job!”

“A-and what’s that?” JAK mumbled out thinly.

Pandora’s cool hands coaxed him to turn around and face the TV, leaving his head cradled between pandora’s knees. “I’m gonna watch my show, and you’re gonna make some noise if I hit anything interesting.” She chirped, and finally placed the first magnet on the right side of his head.

Immediately, JAK shuddered, his vision flickering and going pixelated. He could feel something in his head physically pulling back against the magnet, his teeth gritted and body quivering. It felt- A lot. It felt so very much, like danger, and proximity like his sensors were warning him of, and then further than that, like the feeling of all the blood rushing to his head. He felt dizzy.

“A-Ah-“ He sighed out, trying to jerk his neck away from the feeling and failing. Pandora’s hand tucked up under his jaw and held him fast in place, her free hand sliding the magnet in slow circles on his helm. He could feel cooling fans stutter against the tug of the magnet, feeling heat wash over his helm. He breathed out a weak laugh. “FFeels- weird-“

“Yea? What kinda weird?” She asked, doodling nonsensically with the magnet as she rubbed it over a new bit of his helm. This time his jaw dropped open and he moaned, the contact making him salivate as his body screamed for mercy.

“A-Ah- AH!” JAK cried out, his vocalizer popping in his throat and going laden with static. “F-fuh- Fizzy-“ He huffed unhelpfully.

“Fizzy?” She asked with a stifled laugh.

JAK nodded as much as he could with her hand on his jaw. Pandora laid her legs over his shoulders, squeezing either side of his face with her thighs as she giggled. She sounded so happy, and without meaning to, JAK’s fans clicked up another notch with an audible whine.

“Weeeird…” She whispered. “Let’s give you another.”

JAK’s mouth gaped open again as a second magnet made contact with the other side of his head. “NnNNGuuh-!” He grunted, drool bubbling from his lips. His voice sounded drawn out and sharp with static. His whole body felt hot with arousal. Without meaning to, his modesty plating snapped open, his pussy puffy and slick from the foreign feeling.

“O-Oh-!” Pandora squeaked. “Oh my god, Really? it feels that good?” she hissed out in an excited whisper, leaning down over his head to look at his junk. JAK’s fans squealed. Unable to use his arms, JAK rolled his hips weakly. It felt impossible to think, every coherent string of code pulled up and away by the magnets tormenting him.

“Uuuhnfffhhnn-“ JAK moaned when pandora slowly drew the magnets around his metal skull again.

“Oh… Oh wow…” Pandora sighed out breathlessly, stroking at JAK’s neck cabling. “I…. Can you turn around for me?”

JAK struggled to wrangle the prompt into making sense. He sluggishly followed her orders, succeeding only in tipping himself over onto his back facing her. Pandora just laughed, reaching down and arranging his hips between her legs with his cunt pointing up towards the ceiling. He got a great view of the underside of the coffee table from here. “Comfortable?” She teased. JAK’s vocalizer crackled. “Good.”

She rubbed her open palm over his waiting pussy, earning a series of useless clicks and fizzes from his vocalizer. Pandora smiled to herself. JAK must have looked so stupid then, jaw hung open, legs splayed over Pandora’s lap as she teased him. JAK couldn’t find anything in him that cared about how he looked. The only thing his processor cared to register was her touch. He drooled haplessly. Her cool digits burrowed into his hole and curled upwards to massage his lubrication tube. Lubricant welled at its opening for a moment as she kneaded it lightly. JAK moaned. Nothing existed but her, nothing but her careful digits and the pleasure they wrung out from him.

Her fingers went stiff, then decisively jabbed forwards against the tube. JAK gurgled his own spittle as a jet of lubricant arced up from his cunt and splattered against his belly. Her free hand came up, pinching at his clit and tugging on the pleats of his hood. JAK moaned out, unable to warn her as he came, another stream of lubricant splattering across his stomach.

“God you’re sensitive, it’s so fun!” She laughed, rolling her digits inside of him. JAK nodded dumbly, his face split into a blissed out smile. She was beautiful and terrifying, his body not his own but an extension of her will. He wanted to scream in terror and run, and he wanted to crawl meekly at her feet and curl into her like some lost dog. She was everything.

“Y-y’r sso good t’ me….” JAK choked out in a moment of clarity.

She laughed, snorting and squealing and kicking her feet. “God you’re fucking- HAH! Youuu.. you’re so stupid.” She snickered, worming her pinkie finger inside him along her middle and ring finger. JAK rolled his head back and whined. She began to pump her fingers in, his lubricant gushing and squirting around her digits. He moaned. It was so hard to think, his whole body on fire with the strain of just barely thinking while Pandora merrily reamed him out with her hand. The fingers on his clit shifted, pinching it between her middle and ring fingers and tugging gently as she rhythmically rolled it between her knuckles.

JAK’s body twitched weakly. It was total bliss, no thoughts, nothing but pleasure and stimulation, nothing but pandora. His optics shot wide open as she pressed the fourth digit on her hand inside of him. He wailed out incomprehensibly in strain and enjoyment. If he could do anything but force whines and crackles out of his useless vocalizer, he would have been screaming ‘YES’ over and over. But he couldn’t, so instead his vocalizer just squealed as he gushed a second time. Pandora simply tilted his hips forwards lightly, snickering to herself as his lubricant rained all over his own face and chest.

Unsurprisingly, JAK couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“You keep saying you’re gonna fix the lubricant levels, but you never fix them.” JAK huffed as he scrubbed at his plating with solvent. He was sitting on the toilet of the bathroom, grimacing to himself as he dug bits of drying orange flavoured lube from the crevices of his frame.

“I promise I’ll do it soon!!” Pandora called over the hiss of the shower. She poked her head out from around the curtain, her hair falling in slick curtains down her arms and shoulders. “Its just like… y’know… sooooo finicky-“

“You like it that i squirt, don’t you.” JAK sighed, cutting her off.

Pandora clammed up, glancing around shyly. “…. Maybe.”

“… You can keep it like this if you handle the cleanup.” JAK muttered, averting his gaze as his cheeks warmed.

“REALLY!!?” Pandora shrieked. JAK’s face flushed further.

When he didn’t say anything to deny it, Pandora cheered to herself, sliding back behind the shower curtain.

JAK sighed again, glaring up at the ceiling of the bathroom. One of these days he was going to finally have the dignity to say no to her.

“We should see how far you can squirt, or like, if you can knock something over with the pressure!” Pandora cackled.

… God and he hoped that day never came.

#archie answers #my fic #my ocs #JAK #pandora #smut #circua #circua prime #my requests #valveplug #technically #/nsfw #/nsft

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dazed--xx · 4 months

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Amorous Play

Chapter 3: ✏️Hobbies ✏️

Member: Non-Idol! Hyunjin x Afab! Reader

Genre: SMAU, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: While drinking with her friends one drunken night Y/N checks the long forgotten tinder account her and her friends made a while back and matches with a guy that seems almost right out of her dreams though he does seem a little too perfect sometimes...

Your hands tremble as you continue to pace in the alleyway; constantly fixing the skirt Somi lent you. You felt a little nauseous as you slowly made your way over to the cafe. Your heart sank as you saw him standing there; leaning against the wall one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone up to his face as he stared at something with a glare. For a moment you get lost in his visage, the way his midnight locks frame his face almost perfectly. You couldn’t understand how a white T-shirt and baggy stonewashed jeans could look so elegant.

Butterflies fill your stomach as you take two small strides in front of him. An arrow is sent straight to your heart as he looks up from his phone quickly putting it in his pocket as he smiles brightly at you. You smile shyly back “Hi Oppa” You stare at the ground shyly. “Hey baby” He smirks at you, a blush creeps on your cheeks as he grabs your hand tilting his head to the side as you continue to look anywhere but at him. You hear a slight chuckle from him “You won’t look at me?” He questions his tone adorably soft “Hmm baby?” You try to hide the smile on your lips yet the scarlet hue that chose to decorate your cheeks gives away how much you liked him calling you that “Hyunjin Oppa~” you whine grabbing at his arm slightly “Don’t make fun of me because I’m nervous” you feel him wrap his arms around you “You’re right I’m being mean right now but only cause you’re so cute” He confesses with a laugh as he holds you against his lean frame. You roll your eyes as you bite your lip nervously; brushing your hair out your face you return his hug as he places a kiss on your cheek. You stare up at him wide-eyed, he scrunches his nose at you as he gestures you both to go inside.

You sip your americano cheerfully as you pet the Great Dane nudging your leg. “Well aren’t you adorable” you coo as you lift the name tag from the collar ‘Okja’ you place a friendly smile as you wave to the large dog putting your coffee down “Hello Okja, I’m Y/N” you introduce yourself as you place your nose against his. His tail wags rapidly as you take his large head in your hands and scratch behind his ears “Aww, you’re so cute” you coo “I just want to take you home” You hear a scoff from across the table as Okja gives you small licks on your cheek “never thought I’d be jealous of a dog…” He mutters a hint of pettiness in his tone. You can’t contain your smile at his pout as he takes a sip of his americano “Don’t worry, Oppa..if you’re good I’ll take you home too” you wink. His eyes widen as the contents of his mouth are now all over the table; he struggles to catch his breath as he erupts into a coughing fit your hand covering your mouth that hung open suppressing a laugh “Sorry…” you giggle “You can’t keep just saying things like that out of nowhere” He scolds “You’re gonna kill me” he holds his heart a look of panic on his face as he looks around, probably for neighborhood aunties. “I’m sorry Oppa….but let’s be honest here, you should have expected as soon as I got over my nerves, for me to act this way. It’s why you wanted to meet me in the first place” You shrug and he pauses for a moment before he nods in agreement.

“I’m screwed…” he whispers under his breath

You found that you enjoyed Hyunjin's company, and you both got along well. He was charming yet a little reserved and he seemed quite interested in not only your body but also your mind. Somehow, it felt like you had known each other for a lifetime though you only met him last night. Kindred spirits of sorts, though you weren’t such a romantic. Conversation seemed to flow naturally, you’d felt like you could listen to him talk about his passion for dance all day almost. Eventually, you found yourself rambling on and on about your love for filmmaking and photography. It seemed he hung onto your every word as you explained your dream to become the next Jordan Peele or Ari Aster and dominate the horror genre. Confessing your dream is to knock Parasite and Train to Busan off their top spots.

You both found yourselves just talking wandering along the path at the park the summer evening sun beginning to set, Hyunjin excitedly explaining a painting he’d recently done as he pulled his phone out to show you. You stare at it bewildered “My friend Yeonjun would love you” he blushes as you place your hand over his pulling his phone toward you “You did that?” You beam, He licks his lips as he nods shyly “Y-yeah…” You stare at his phone one more time “Wow Oppa it’s really good!” You smile “Do you want to see some of my friend Yeonjun's art but I have to show you in person okay?” You suggest excitedly

“Sure”

You grab hold of his hand at his approval and pull him in the direction of your and your friend's favorite place. ‘The Station’ was a hidden platform between Mapo-gu and Mok-Dong. Though it seemed quite….condemned for lack of a better word there was a reason for it. You always feel excited when you get here, you release Hyunjin’s hand walking toward the stone at the bottom of the stairs. You hear a stifled gasp and you can’t contain your laughter as the color drains from Hyunjin’s face and he halts his movements “You’re gonna kill me aren’t you?” He questions trying not to sound nervous. You raise an eyebrow, placing both your hands behind your back as if to hide the stone you take slow steps toward him “Maybe…Maybe not” you shrug “gotta follow me to find out” you tease. He looks around in a panic “I’m kidding Oppa” you roll your eyes as you point the bottom of the stone toward him. Showing him a small capsule box with a hidden key in it. “My friend Yeonjun owns this place. He’s kinda a chaebol but he doesn’t like to draw attention to himself so he left a good amount of this pretty much how it was except fixing the foundation inside” You smirk “I won’t bite I mean unless you ask me too” you tease before grabbing his wrist and bringing him toward the brush covered entrance at the side of the building. Unlocking the door you turn your phone flashlight on as you take his hand “How’d he end up buying a train station?” Hyunjin questions “His dad owns a couple of resort trains and well resorts it only makes sense” You confess “But honestly me and my roommate Soyeon, found this place. At first, it wasn’t much” you explain as you bring him toward the stairs the light radiating from the bottom floor indicating someone was here.

“But then we showed Yeonjun who told his dad about it and as the second born kid his family him not showing an interest and leaving the company alone is the best option so his dad happily bought this place and funds his music career so he can be comfortable and out of the way when it comes to the family business” you explain as Ryujins voice echos through the room “Ugh Jun you just like to argue with me! Yuqi was a bitch anyway so, of course, we were fucking happy you dropped her!” You almost snorted at her declaration, you glanced at Hyunjin who looked at you confused “Sorry…” you gave him an apologetic look “My friends are here…” He stared at you blankly “So…?” He questions eyebrows raised “Do you not want me to meet them or something?” You give him a ‘you better be joking’ look “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable you know since you just met me…” He waves off your concerns “I mean I’m gonna meet them eventually. Besides we came all the way here and you said your friend Yeonjun has art here wouldn’t it be better to meet the artist as an artist?” He questioned with his eyebrow raised. “Didn’t you say you’re about to Graduate with a dance degree?” You scoff sarcastically. “I can have hobbies you know?” He counters. You couldn’t argue with face so you continued down the stairs “Ryu, she was still my girlfriend—That you haven’t even liked nor loved in months!!!” She cut him off. “Guys we have company” you inform them as you enter the room. Ryujin stares at you in disbelief her finger pointing at you in shock. “I’ll fucking kill you if you say anything blame Somi” you growl. “Junnie-Oppa where are you?” You call.

From the corner of your eye, you see Hyunjin lost in a daze as he stares at the walls decorated beautifully all over with Yeonjun’s paintings. He brought himself closer to the wall being mesmerized by the portrait Yeonjun had done of Soyeon so long ago though only you and Yeonjun could tell who it truly was. The light shined around her a beautiful wave splashing behind the angelic girl who looked as if she was almost gliding on top of the sand. Her face practically blurred, but you knew you had seen it right before he smudged her features so she’d never know it was her. Even throughout his relationships with other women he still found himself drawn to his childhood crush which brought about the end to every single relationship he had, including his most recent one which you had finally thanked god for even though you’d never truly tell him that. You giggle as Yeonjun pops his head out from behind the old ticket station. “Yah! You make it hard to be mad at you do cute shit keep being a pain in the ass” Ryujin scolds holding her heart before turning to Hyunjin “And who are you? You’re cute” He smiles as he points to himself “Me?” You chuckle “I mean you’re the only one she doesn’t know Oppa” you giggle before turning to Ryujin “and you Stop.” You state giving her a warning look, as she gives you a smirk that says ‘No’ crossing her arms over her chest “Blink once if you need help blink twice if you want me to call the police” she states to Hyunjin “Yah! He’s gonna need to call an ambulance for you soon” you growl. “Is she blackmailing you?” You hear Yeonjun whisper to Hyunjin “Why am I friends with you guys again?” Ryujin shrugs “Cause you’re secretly gay for me and Yeonjun bankrolls our life?” You point at her in agreement before introducing Hyunjin to both of them. “What do you think though Hyunjinnie Oppa?” You question “Do you like them” He nods his head rapidly “Junnie-Oppa, Hyunjin is gonna look around at the paintings okay?” Yeonjun brushes you off with a ‘sure’ as he continues to focus on what he is doing.

For some reason, Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his body tensed at your continued use of a guy he noticed was also attractive. He enjoyed the art but he couldn’t take his eyes off you at the moment, especially as you made your way into that room with that guy alone. And he couldn’t get a good view inside “Oh this is pretty!!” You exclaimed and he felt the need to see what was so great about whatever he was doing. Though his paintings are quite amazing. “I can see that scowl on your pretty face, don’t let their closeness get to you too much she is almost literally his little sister…” Ryujin commented offhandedly as she smirked at him. “She’s probably vomit at the suggestion and besides he’s interested in her roommate not sure if you heard us before but it’s why he broke up with his girlfriend so she’s not on his radar” His cheeks burn scarlet in embarrassment “Oh-uh hmm” he stammers “that obvious?” He asks sheepishly, Ryujin nods. “Yeah, but I mean it means you like her so I don’t care. But if she brought you here it means she likes you too so at the very least welcome to the club though you guys did meet just last night” She smirks her eyebrow raised. He smiles back before rolling his eyes.

“Jun you sure you’re good with Soyo staying with you tonight if things you know?” You question gesturing toward Hyunjin who was typed up in a conversation with Ryujin. You thanked god for her outgoing and friendly personality if it had been Soyeon—you didn’t even want to think about it. “Do you think I’m going to allow Yuqi’s trust issues and my feelings to affect our years of friendship?” He questions behind a raised eyebrow as he continues his purposeful strokes. “Besides I’d focus on who’s going to be in your bed tonight rather than mine” he nudged you.

“Do you think I could borrow a couple of your paints by the way?” That takes him by surprise “For you to ruin all the work I put into this place?” He questions half-jokingly “No just the look in Hyunjin's eye tells me he was to add to your collection” you confess truthfully as you eye his cart full of paints “he’s really good don’t worry I bet you’ll like it” You smile “ugh you’re lucky I can’t say no to you, I’m hungry anyway. Ryujin! You promised me food earlier let’s go I’m hungry” he calls giving you a knowing wink as he lifts himself from his seat.

You were happy Hyunjin took you up on the offer to paint as you took some pictures of Yeonjun’s latest creations to add to your portfolio for next semester. You glanced up at Hyunjin once while he was painting before snapping photos of how ethereal he looked. His eyebrows pulled into a focused scowl as he softly maneuvered the brush. He emerged in his work softly shifting from dipping his brush in various colors and shifting them to the wall in a brilliant fashion. The hues of pink and magenta flow through each other. You found yourself sitting across the room as you shifted through the pictures you had taken. Highlighting the beauty of Yeonjun’s latest art pieces. You didn’t even realize Hyunjin had finished until his voice pulled you out of your thoughts “You’re a good photographer” he comments from over your shoulder “You gonna take pictures of mine too baby?” He questions a hint of jealousy in his tone “Do you want me to?” You question turning to face him your noses centimeters from each other. He nods “Yeah, I want you to. I want you to focus on only me for a bit is that okay?” His voice is barely above a whisper. You nod nervously, your heart beating so loud you swear he could hear it. “I-I can show you some other pictures I took today too” you stammer as you pull up the pictures of him you took. “I was going to edit them and send them to you” You can’t read his expression as he stares at the photo for a moment before connecting your eyes once again never putting distance between your faces. His hand caresses your cheek, his nose brushing against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

He asked softly a dash of hesitation in his tone; you nod shyly as he brushes his lips against yours. Pressing them firmly against yours at your approval, taking your breath away in a mind-numbing kiss. His plush lips pull your bottom one into his mouth as he nips at it. Turning your body to face him you’re quickly pulled into his lap his arms guiding yours around his neck. His tongue teases the entrance to your mouth. Your fingers find their way into the hair at the base of his neck, his hands sitting firmly on your thighs grasping for dear life. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he pulls away leaving trails of kisses down to your neck. You hold back a moan as he caresses your neck as he nips and sucks on your sweet spot. You practically pout when he pulls away eyeing his handiwork in the form of a small purple bruise at the base of your neck, just above your collarbone.

🔞SMUT WARNING-MDNI🔞

“Wanna know something else about me?” He whispers brushing his lips over your ear, the action and huskiness of his voice have you growing wet. “S-sure Oppa” you stammered, Hyunjin’s hand snaked around your waist holding you against his frame firmly as he placed his other hand on your cheek bringing your face closer to his. “I’m extremely possessive and jealous” He confessed as he pressed his hips up into you letting you feel his now hard member. “I don’t like seeing the girl I like so close to another guy…” his hand wraps around your neck squeezing softly “I'm also not very lenient, but I’ll give you a pass this time baby”

“B-but there's no reason to be jealous…” you state brushing your lips over his as you slowly grind your hips onto him.

“I only want you”

He presses his lips against yours once again quickly devouring your taste. You’d never thought you’d find yourself in this situation, but you’re enjoying every second. “Say it again…” he pleads against your lips “I only want you Hyunjinnie Oppa” you comply. A groan is released from his chest as you pepper kisses along his neck. “Fuck baby can I touch you?” He asks behind hooded lust-filled eyes. You nod in response your eyes connecting with his as he shakes his head “No use your word baby I already told you I like to hear full consent when I fuck you” he places another kiss against your lips as his fingers brush over the skin of your thighs hidden by the hem of the skirt. A bright scarlet blush creeps upon your cheeks as you stammer “Y-yes Oppa. I want you to touch me..” your tone is needy and whiny as you grasp at the collar of Hyunjin’s shirt. He smirks at your expression, as he glides his right hand between your legs. His fingers traced along the proof of how aroused you truly were “Damn baby…” he coos “you’re practically dripping” He presses his lips against yours as he presses firmly against your clothes bud “Do you like me that much?” You nod as you try to hide your face in his neck. His free hand quickly grabbed a hold of your chin; pulling your lips against his once again his tongue dominating your mouth.

His fingers pull your panties to the side, gliding between your folds. He bites your bottom lip tugging on it as he glides two fingers inside you. A sharp gasp of his name is released from your lips. “Shit baby, you’re so tight…” He groans; you cling to him as his fingers attack your G-spot rapidly “You like it baby? You're taking my fingers so well” you mewl in response. “I-I love it oppa”

You glide your hand down his lean torso, tracing the waistband of his jeans. Feeling the muscle hidden by the cloth of his shirt, you press your lips to his once again. He moans against your lips when your hand trails lower palming his member. His free hand quickly grabs ahold of your wrist. “What are you doing, baby?” He questions as he sucks on your neck, leaving more and more hickies as his need for you grows. “I want to make you feel good too Oppa” you confess shyly, your words causing his actions to halt.

“How?”

You try to look away from him but he holds your forehead against his “How baby?” your cheeks burning an even deeper Scarlet as you murmur your inaudible reply. “What was that babe?” he antagonizes. You take a deep breath “I want you fuck my mouth oppa…” you confess as you pull yourself off him sitting on your knees and looking at nothing but the ground in front of you. He stares at you bewildered for a second, before lifting himself to his feet and grabbing you by your hair. He tilts your head so you're looking at him, he leans forward placing a longing kiss against your lips. Your left hand steadying yourself on his hips, and your right palming his throbbing member. You unbutton his pants and pull them down as he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth. You lift his shirt slightly as he leans back against the wall. Leaving wet kisses along his waistband he bucks his hips in response to your hand now teasing him over his boxer briefs. You stare at his almost fucked out expression his eyes hooded as his bottom lip sat between his teeth. Your mouth practically watered at the sight, freeing his member from its confines it quickly sprung against his stomach. Trying not to marvel at the size you wrap your hand around the base. You stare up at him innocently “Fuck don't look at me like that when you're about to do what you're about to do” he grits. You smirk at his words before licking a stripe from the base to the tip, his hips buck at the contact as his grip on your hair grows tighter. “Don’t tease me, baby, I'm already holding myself back” his tone is rough and threatening yet not a hint of fear flowed through your veins. You bring the tip into your mouth slowly, using your tongue to send shockwaves through his body. He lets out a guttural moan as you take his member deep into your throat and if the vice grip on your hair was anything to go by…it was taking everything in him not to fuck your throat rapidly. You slowly bobbed your head on his member until the stretch of your throat didn't burn anymore before changing speeds.

His hips bucked in rhythm with your movements, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't reach. His eyes were on your face the whole time as tears streamed down your face at the rapid pace he was fucking your mouth, yet you couldn't bring the situation to stop you wanted to feel him come undone down your throat and see him completely lose himself with you at this moment. you were exceptionally soaked your hand rubbing circles on your clit as you looked him in his eye “Fuck—you're doing so good baby come here” he praises, grabbing your hand and lifting you to your feet and into his arms as he connected your lips once more. “You mine baby?” He questions seductively, as he grabs your ass. You blush at the indication behind his question, you know it's more of a sexual possession thing but you can't help but hope he means it in every way either way the answer was— “Yes Oppa, all yours” you moan as he wraps your legs around his waist pressing your back against the wall firmly. His cock gliding over your clothed core, his lips leaving more love bites along your collarbone. “Oppa don't tease me please…” you pout, he smirks against your skin holding you tighter into his frame “fuck baby stop being so cute I'm trying to be good to you this time at least” his tone is full of lust as he pulls your panties to the side teasing your soaked core by continuing to rub his member against your clit. Your fingers play with his hair as you connect your lips, the taste of his mouth something you don't think you'd ever get enough of. “Oppa~” You whine he cuts your word off with his lips “Shh baby, relax let Oppa take good care of you baby.” he places the tip inside of you and it is enough to force your eyes to roll to the back of your head before the feeling is gone. You practically cry at what you would deem as torture.

“P-please Oppa…” you beg your voice strained. You hear him ‘tsk’ “Please what?” you can feel your core throbbing at his continued teasing. You take his face in your hands locking eyes with him, “Fuck me please oppa. I want you so bad” you plead. His mouth hung open for a second before he nodded and guided his member into you slowly. You gasp at the stretch, clinging to him tightly. “Shhh…” He coos, holding you against him sweetly, “O-oppa” you cry. “It's okay baby you're doing so good..” his voice is strained. You pull him into a sloppy kiss as you slowly start guiding yourself on his member. He places your legs over his arms spreading them wider as he begins pounding into your core harshly. “So fucking tight baby” he growls as he begins to lose himself in you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continuously attacks your G-spot the feeling more than you could have ever imagined. You felt a shiver run through your body as he stared at you “Fuck look at you” he groans “Desperate little slut for my cock huh?” you nod your head eagerly words not coming to your mind as a tear stream down your cheeks. Pornographic sounds are the only thing that your mouth can formulate as you feel a familiar knot in your stomach. Desperately grabbing at Hyunjin you come undone “You take it so fucking well, baby. Cum for me” he groans encouraging your release as his hips begin to stutter “It feels so fucking good in this tight pussy baby” he releases a guttural moan “It's all mine right baby?” you nod as you begin to lose feeling in your legs “All yours, Hyunjinnie Oppa.” you agree he presses his lips to yours as he pulls himself out of you his lips not leaving yours as he finished in your panties. Your eyes widen as he kisses you again before fixing his clothes.

🔞END SMUT🔞

You blush as you make your way to the single bathroom Yeonjun had added to the platform. taking your panties off and throwing them in the sink you begin cleaning them off as you stare at yourself in the mirror. What happened between you and Hyunjin was practically written on your face and neck. A blush grows on your cheeks as you stare at the sheer amount of hickies he'd left. Ringing out the water to the best of your ability and cleaning yourself as much as you can; you pull your now wet underwear on before making your way back to the room you'd left Hyunjin in. You saw him seated on the floor looking at your camera almost as if nothing happened and if it weren't for his swollen lips you wouldn't have been able to tell anything did. “Am I supposed to be a leopard or something” you whine pointing at your neck. Hyunjin chuckles as he lifts himself from the ground reaching his hand out for you. You pout as you take his hand and he interlocks your fingers pulling you into his frame once again. Placing a small Peck on your pouty lips he smiles “It keeps creeps from looking twice at my baby” he tilts his head as he looks at you “You still want to take photos of my painting right?” you beam at him as you nod pulling away from his embrace “Of course let me go get the studio light Yeonjun Oppa keeps for late night painting sessions” Hyunjins large hand wraps around your wrist “W-wait!” he calls hesitantly “C-can you not call him oppa if he's not around?” he asks shyly not looking at you. “A-are you jealous?” you question a hint of amusement in your tone. He gives you a small pout “I already told you I'm the jealous type..” you grab his face in your hands “Yeonjun was born in 1999, I do it out of respect for him. He's pretty much my adoptive brother and he's not my type he's too….Yeonjun. Honestly, you don't have to worry about anyone else Oppa if you want me I'm yours” you confess before making your way to grab the studio light leaving Hyunjin standing there in awe; His cheeks burning a bright Scarlet.

You were quite surprised at the size and level of skill Hyunjin had put into his painting which took you'd say only about 2 hours. You stare at the painting wide-eyed “Oppa! Can I use these in my portfolio?” you question excitedly as you begin to snap photos from all angles capturing his painting in all types of light. He snorts as he shrugs “Sure if you want” he stares at you as you continue to take more photos “I thought you said you're a cinematography major?” he questions you giggle in response “I can have a hobby you know?” he laughs at your use of his previous words “What I mean is…do you get paid for the pictures you take?” you shake your head in response as you take your last few shots. “I don't do photography for money, well let me not lie I've been paid to do sessions and stuff but I like photography almost as much as I like filmmaking. So most of the time I find myself taking pictures anyway so why charge for it when it's my friends or someone I've already taken a nice picture of..” you hand him your camera showing him the photos of his painting. “Let me know which ones you want me to send to you…” you state as he stares at them. “They’re all really good honestly” A small smile spreads onto his lips “My girl seems to be pretty talented herself. Can I see something you've directed?” you shake your head again “Unfortunately the music video I filmed for Yeonjun’s band hasn't been released yet and I only have my work at home on my desktop” He pouts giving you a sigh “but I wanna see it…I wanna see your art. I showed you my painting, I have a dance video on my phone I can show you. Please?” he begs handing you your camera back and holding your free hand. “I'll buy dinner and you can show me” he suggests, you find yourself unable to say no. You smile brightly as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug when you agree with a ‘fine’. He pecks your lips softly “Let's go, baby. It's gonna be dark soon if it isn't already” he holds your hand tenderly

You stare at the man in front of you, his goofy smile a direct contradiction that was the rough, seductive, and possessive smirk he'd given you not too long ago. His touch is gentle and caring as he walks with you out of the station. The contrast between this adorably sweet flirty guy and the rough dominant man you had sex with, was enough to send your inhibitions out the window and straight to the pits of hell. If this man with the face of an angel turns out to be the devil…

you'd gladly sacrifice it all for him….

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tsugarubecker · 1 year

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Preview of a fic I’m working on! This is gonna be a long one. Just spat this out in a bit of a writing sprint, it will undoubtedly be edited later on. But for now, check it out if you’d like. TLDR it will eventually be the story of how Mike and Will wind up talking about The Painting. Chapter one is from El’s POV. Enjoy

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None of them have been doing much of anything useful since they got back to Hawkins.

There isn’t much to do at the moment, frankly. The Upside Down is spilling into Hawkins through massive, sickly, gas-retching gashes in the earth. Red and pulsating like lava. The spores get thicker every day. They stay in the house. All of them. The Wheelers’ house is big enough to house the whole party and all their family members, partners, and tag-alongs, thankfully.

It’s been three weeks. Max hasn’t woken up.

Vecna also hasn’t made a move. El is grateful for that, at least. She’s recovering – physically, mentally, emotionally. She’s gained Hopper back. She’s lost her first big fight, causing her to wonder if Papa was right about her abilities.

She’s lost Max. Maybe for forever.

When she’s not putting on a mask and braving the spores outside to go out and see Max at the hospital, she’s at home. Mostly sleeping. Her body and mind are tired. She’s recovering, and she thinks – she hopes – Vecna must be doing the same. She’s grateful, at least, for the reprieve. She knows it can’t last long. Before long something is bound to shift – she just hopes she’s ready for it when it does.

When she’s not with Max or sleeping, she’s with Hopper or her brothers or Joyce. Sipping coffee, eating toast or eggos, talking quietly. Sometimes she’s with Dustin. Or Lucas, at the hospital. And every so often with Mike, although things have been awkward between them.

They haven’t exactly… Talked About It, yet.

And she knows they have to. She just can’t even begin to decipher what words to use to say what she needs to say. She can barely even tell, most days, what it is she needs to say. Let alone what she actually wants to say.

It’s easier to pretend she can’t see his eyes trying to catch hers across the hallway as she moves past, headed to the bedroom she’s sharing with Holly and Nancy for another long nap.

But today is different. She couldn’t scoot by. He caught her off guard while she sipped coffee at noon with Hopper. She was peering over Hopper’s shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the funnies when something moved in front of her eyes, blocking her view. Her eyes refocused. Comic books.

“Want to come read with me instead of trying to read over yer Dad’s shoulder?”

She looks up at Hopper. Catches his eye. She swears six different conversations fly between them as he raises his eyebrow at her. “...Yeah, go on, kid. I’m not gonna be done with this paper for a while.”

Trapped. She makes a subtle face at Hopper that Mike can’t see and resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay.” She gets up. Mike is standing there bouncing a little on his toes, looking nervous. “...Where are we going,” she asks.

“Oh! Uhh. To my bedroom, I guess. Lucas is at the hospital and Dustin is watching TV in the living room with his mom.”

Was the house cramped? Yeah. Did the people who didn’t live there sometimes venture back to their own homes? Yes. But none of them knew what would happen next. It was safer to stay together in case something happened very suddenly. It was safest to be close to El. She had a lot of complicated feelings about that, but she knew it was true. She had heard the adults discuss it, too. She knew they were right.

Her thoughts had wandered – she found herself following Mike to the bedroom he now shared with the other boys. Other than Will. Will had asked for the basement, with Jonathan.

Once upon a time she would have thought that was odd. Nowadays, she thought that Will not wanting to share Mike’s bedroom was one more mental check mark on a list she was silently keeping in her mind. What she knew of romantic feelings, she had learned from TV. When it clicked for her that she might have missed something big, a whole lot of things started to make a whole lot more sense. She had not shared these thoughts with anyone yet. But they were a big part of her avoidance of Mike and her avoidance, specifically, of any one-on-one time with him – let alone any real, honest conversations.

She came back to the present again. (She found this was happening a lot lately. But she figured she could give herself a break – a lot had happened recently. So no wonder her thoughts were all over the place.) Mike had climbed up onto his bed and propped himself up on an elbow to read. He held out a comic to her. “Come read with me?”

In spite of herself, El smiled. The idea of lying comfortably on a bed with someone, reading comic books, gave her a warm feeling of nostalgia that she couldn’t immediately place. Then she glanced down at the comic Mike was thrusting toward her.

Wonder Woman.

Oh, she realized. Oh, okay. That’s why.

Ignoring multiple signals from her body, including desires to cry, run out of the room, or smash something through a window, she forced herself to reach out and take the comic book. She climbed up onto the bed, lied down on her stomach, and started to read.

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spookydrreid · 2 years

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Chapter Thirteen: Rarefied

Content Warnings: manipulation, being scared of your significant other, talks of harming others, talks of murder, planning

Word count: 640 (little intermission chapter)

A/n: I am back!!! I appreciate everyone who has been patiently waiting my return. I’ve been having a rough time mentally and medically but we are getting there. Your patience and kind words mean more than you’ll ever know. I appreciate and love all of you so much.

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I knew he didn’t sleep. I knew his brain just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Sometimes I wished I could read minds. That I could dig inside his head and know exactly what’s happening. Spencers big on shoving down his feelings. He likes to pretend they aren’t there. Pretend to the world, and himself, that his feelings are not real. That they do not matter.

But they did matter. To me they mattered, he mattered.

“Who are we going after today?” I asked as we got dressed for the day. Something overly domestic that made my heart ache just a little.

He shrugs, spitting his toothpaste in the sink and rinsing his mouth, “I don’t know. I would like to go after my team.”

His team. Former team is more like it. The ‘friends’ who let him suffer. The ones who knew he was not okay, but didn’t give enough fucks about him to do something, or get him help. I’d like to go after them too. Every single one of them. They needed to hurt like he did. Killing their spouses would do that. Children were off limits, rightfully so.

“How do we do that? I feel like out of everyone, that would get us caught,” I said. I knew I was stating the obvious, but it needed to be said. Spencer and I had a bad habit of acting without thinking things through. It was something that would be our downfall. I had set a mental reminder to start thinking a little more.

“It might take some planning. I know there are a few previous team members I could go after. It’d hit the current ones just as hard, if not harder.” He pulled on some clothes as they spoke, exhaustion weighing on his body.

I couldn’t help but wonder when enough would be enough? When would he hang it up? Would he ever hang it up? I feared for the day he did. I wondered if he’d turn me in too. I knew what would happen then: I’d be put in jail for the rest of life — or killed via the death penalty — and Spencer would maybe spend a year in prison. Maybe less. Maybe none at all. The thought made me angry. I didn’t want to be blamed for something he dragged me into.

“What if we started small. Say, a break in. We leave no tracks and just send a message?”

He pauses and turns toward me, my stomach twisting with nerves. Typically, he was the one who made the plans. He was the one who told me what to do and where to go. And, frankly, after last night, I should just be keeping my mouth shut. He didn’t need to be pissed off. Honestly, I should just be keeping quiet anyway.

But a grin spreads across his face, and my nerves cease slightly, “have I ever told you that you’re so smart?”

He has, but I’m unsure if he wants to hear me say that. So, I just keep silent. He pulls his shirt over his head and steps closer to me. His hands move toward my face, making me flinch. That only seems to make his smile grow.

“Aw… are you afraid of me, pet?” His hands cup my face, thumbs caressing over my cheeks.

I shake my head as best I can, “no,” my voice sounds scratchy as I say it, “just got nervous is all. Sorry.”

He kisses me softly, “you’re a shit liar my pet,” he murmurs and I audibly swallow. His hands drop from my face and I relax just a little, “but I do like your idea. We need to make sure we leave nothing behind but the ‘message’, whatever that will be. Got it?”

I nod slowly, voice soft as I mutter, “yes, daddy. I got it.”

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needfantasticstories · 6 months

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I updated the very first fanfic I ever wrote, the one that started with Swimming Lessons. It's still called TBD on AO3 because I'm still not sure where it's going other than whump and BAMF BotW Zelda.

But it WILL cameo flower lady Magda vs two Yiga... mostly offscreen, but I love her. I look forward to that.

Chapter 2 is mostly fluff, so here you are:

TBD (11662 words) by SkipBreaker Chapters: 8/? Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Impa & Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda), Impa (Legend of Zelda), Riju (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: Whump, Competent Yiga Clan (Legend of Zelda), Gerudo Desert (Legend of Zelda), Gerudo Outfit, Angst and Romance, Sheik is Zelda Summary: Who is Zelda, without a Kingdom or Calamity? Who is Link without the Champions and a clear mission?

Chapter 2: Sunset at Lurelin (fluff) Sunset painted the Lurelian sea and sky in brilliant pink and orange strokes. They faded slowly to deep purple and gray shadows. In some parts of Hyrule, sunsets looked too much like an ugly bruise turning yellow and purple, or a fresh wound, full of red. But here, the colors radiated across the sea and sky, and every cloud seemed alive.

“I love twilight,” Zelda sighed, “And I like it here most of all. I can see why you came here so often,” Zelda said, “to find peace. I stood with you, though you could not see me, to say goodbye to them. And yet,” she shook her head slight, “yet it is completely different with mortal eyes. Mortal…thoughts.”

He blushed. He hadn’t known she’d see quite so many of his adventures. What had she not seen?

“This was as far as I’d ever reached, and only near the end. It sort of… helped me to wake up, after so long. It’s strange to know a person so well and yet never speak until so recently. Of all the things I missed, my voice was quite high on that list,” she smiled. They both knew how she loved to fill any silence with her thoughts.

He didn’t want her to feel nervous about doing all the talking yet again.

“I did hear you, sometimes,” Link answered. It felt good to talk about it with someone who understood all that he’d seen. He didn’t have to take hours explaining things to her as he would have for so many others. Sidon, Teba, Yunobo, they understood some, but the whole… she knew the most: their regret, their loss, their hope, their journey. It was a secret language. One side-eye and one word from her could make him spit his food out, laughing. And vice versa.

“Really? Besides when you first woke up? That was quite difficult. By the end I was regaining my body. It was much easier by then.”

“Every Blood Moon, I heard you,” Link said, and he watched her blush, and he felt a little bolder, “Goddess knew how I needed to hear something friendly those nights. Everything I did to help save people…all of it coming undone over and over, knowing people would get hurt, slowing down all our work.”

She put her arm around him.

He stiffened at first, but her hug was so compassionate, so friendly, he slowly relaxed into it.

They watched the sun disappear. They trekked back down to the Inn and Zelda moved their beds closer so they could reach across the gap between them. It was simply part of their routine now to stay within arm’s reach. Link paid several of the villagers to keep watch through the night outside while Zelda wrote in her diary. Link added a few notes to his own records with a smile, and Zelda nodded approvingly as he finished and closed the book.

“Did you include the part where the children tried to eat me?” She asked as he brought the candle closer to her.

“No, but I’m sure the Royal Record has a full account as of tonight. May it never be forgotten,” He chuckled.

“We shall commission a tapestry,” she said, her laughter softening. She closed her diary, blew out the candle, and settled into her blankets,

“And thank you, Link, for encouraging me to agree. I don’t know why the sea makes me so uneasy. I think… I think it might be because…whenever Father told me about the sea, he described it in such a terrifying way. It sounded like a nightmare. Only knowing you’d be here made it feel somewhat safe to come. And then seeing children playing so freely in the water…I’m learning that so much of his description was grossly exaggerated. He made it sound like a place of death, where waves could grab you and hold you down, sharks waited from the shore to eat you, and even the sand would swallow you whole. I wonder if he just never wanted me to ask him to bring me here. Just another distraction.

Silence caught and held the sadness in her voice.

“I guess he truly wanted nothing to impede my duty saving Hyrule,” she sighed after some silence.

Link reached a hand over to her bed, and she took it.

“That’s true,” he agreed, “And you did. And next it’s your turn to decide where we make up for those lost years; after one more day of putting up with sand in Gerudo, that is.”

“Uhg! I still feel like a blade is going to find me every time I touch sand. I was so foolish for trying to run away from you,” He rubbed her fingers with his thumb, and she sighed. He sat up a little, remembering something new. He whispered, “None of us knew you were being hunted. You can’t blame yourself for what you don’t know. None of the reports I read indicated their resurgence. I remember…feeling…surprised.”

The ocean’s soft shushing drew them away from dark memories and into peaceful thoughts.

“Time to make new memories,” Link mumbled as he drifted into dreams.

She pondered his words in silence, and soon they both fell asleep.

#zelink botw #link #legend of zelda #legend of zelda fanfics #botw fanfic #myfficrambles #yiga footsoldier #yiga blademaster #yiga oc #yiga clan #sheik Zelda #whumptober 2023 #Whump #impa #Paya #botw link #botw zelda #link botw #zelda botw

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bunnimew · 2 years

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Like an Acme Anvil

Rating: T Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Relationship: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Tags: Modern AU, Humor, Fluff, Speed Dating, Anime Convention, Rating for Language, MeetCute Summary: For @rotgbingo 2022: Square B1 Speed Dating

Jack was just being nice and filling seats in the speed dating panel his friend was hosting. He never expected to meet anyone he might actually like.

Until...

On AO3 here.

“Hello there,” Jack’s next “date” said as he sat down.

“General Kenobi,” Jack replied automatically.

The man paused in the middle of sitting down to stare at him, then continued on into the seat. “I walked into a Star Wars reference, I take it?”

Jack pouted. Well, at least he knew what Star Wars was, so this wouldn’t be the worst five minutes of his life.

Convention life was interesting in the twenty-first century. Fans of science fiction, fantasy, anime, and manga were already predisposed to being less than perfectly straight, but now Jack got to watch the events that catered to them attempt to keep up.

Speed dating was a cute, stupid panel but that was really all it ever was. Hosts found it hard to get enough people to sign up and almost no one actually hit it off, but it was fun to rotate around and talk to people so on it went, anyway.

It was quickly decided that with almost no one signing up in the first place, trying to split the panel up into gay, straight, bi, enby, etc wasn’t going to work, so the solution was simple: your name tag had your identity and what you were interested in. If they didn’t match up for a round or five, at least you know from the get-go and your five minutes get to be spent trying to make a new friend, instead.

Jack glanced over his tag. Pitch. Man. Interested in all.

Oh nice. Jack hadn’t been misgendering him in his head for the past twenty seconds. That was good to know.

“A pretty popular one, actually,” Jack said as he held his hand out. “I’m Jack. Nice to meet you.”

“Pitch,” the man replied, taking Jack’s hand in a swift and polite shake. “I have seen the originals.”

Jack leaned his elbows on the table and returned to the same position he’d been in the whole time. Jack’s side of the room wasn’t rotating. Yet. “But not the prequels?”

Pitch visibly winced. “I saw the first.”

“Say no more,” Jack laughed.

Pitch cracked a smile with him, but he obviously didn’t find that quite as funny as Jack. Instead he switched gears into something more traditionally speed dating: “So what brings you here?”

Jack shrugged and grimaced. “I’m mostly just helping out a friend. You know, filling seats so there’s enough bodies to make the panel work.”

“Oh,” Pitch said, looking just as disappointed as everyone else Jack had told that to tonight. Except the people not interested in men, of course. “So you’re not really here to find someone?”

Jack scratched nervously at the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m single. I’m not averse to dating. I’m just not actively looking, if you know what I mean?”

Pitch hummed, suddenly looking a lot less put out. “I completely understand. The search can be exhausting. Sometimes it’s better to sit back and let destiny handle things for a while.”

Jack laughed again. It sounded nervous even to his own ears. “Something like that. I try not to be too fatalistic, though.” He grinned, feeling a little bit more like himself when he ventured to say, “I like some chaos in my life.”

Pitch barked a surprised laugh and Jack felt his grin widen even more. “So when you say not looking,” Pitch began, leaning forward over the table with one open palm, “what you really mean is waiting for someone to drop on you like an acme anvil.”

Jack snickered at the mental image and found himself nodding even before he’d decided how to respond. “Like in a Hallmark movie. I definitely need to be working too hard and losing touch with my family first, and then they have to annoy me for two acts before I realize I’m in love, at which point I must turn my entire life around over my whirlwind romance that we assume does not end in divorce.”

“Aw shucks,” Pitch said morosely, although he must be kind of shit at acting because Jack could see the smile trying to peek through.

“What?” Jack asked, aware it was a set up and tripping it anyway.

“Well, if I’d known I needed to annoy you for two acts,” Pitch explained reasonably, “I had the perfect opportunity to start by insulting Star Wars. What a missed opportunity!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh, charmed by the flirting even if it wasn’t really that funny. It was cute. Pitch was being cute. Jack liked that, despite himself.

They were probably mostly through their time already, but Jack decided to turn the tables and give it a shot, anyway. “So what brings you here?”

Pitch pressed the fingers of one hand to his chest. “I’m actually looking for someone,” he said. “I’m tired of being alone.”

Jack felt himself melting against the table, shoulders dropping, elbows sliding, as the raw honesty endeared him to Jack. That was sweet. Maybe a little naive given this was an anime convention speed dating panel and all, but you had to toss a line in the sea if you wanted to catch any fish, so Jack couldn’t really blame him.

“I want a family,” Pitch continued, clearly serious, but he kept his good humor about him. “Someone I can depend on who isn’t me.”

Jack smiled, feeling soft and warm. “I get that. I wouldn’t trade my family for the world, blood or found. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“I hope so, too,” Pitch said, smiling sweetly back at him. “I hope, sometimes, that I maybe already have.”

Jack’s face grew hot as the very subtle implication settled over him. Oh man, Pitch was smooth as fuck. Jack resisted the urge to cover his face and decided to just brazen it out.

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, a shout from the front of the room interrupted. “Thirty seconds!”

“Oh shit!” Jack cursed, fumbling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you have Facebook? Instagram? Twitter?”

Pitch rolled his eyes and slid a card, an actual business card, across the table. “How about you just text me? But also yes, I do have twitter.”

Jack bit his lip and tried not to be impressed by the fancy business card as he stuffed it inside his hoodie pocket and turned his phone around for Pitch to search his twitter handle and follow him. Which, upon realizing that’s what Jack was enabling Pitch to do, suddenly regretted everything he had liked within the past twenty-four hours.

Way to make a first digital impression, Jack.

It was too late to take it back, though. Pitch was secreting his phone away and the host was getting ready to ring the bell and make his side of the room move. They had mere seconds left.

And Jack had thought five minutes ago that he wouldn’t even care.

“I’ll text you,” Jack found himself promising. It was all he had. That, or tackling Pitch to the floor as soon as the panel was over to make sure he didn’t get away. Funny how that didn’t seem as unreasonable as Jack thought it should.

Pitch smiled as he stood. “I look forward to it.”

All or nothing, Jack thought. “Maybe meet up for dinner later?”

Pitch’s smile pulled into a horribly attractive smirk. “Are you asking me on a date?”

Fuck, and Jack’s blush had only just started to cool. He nodded anyway. Like an acme anvil, right? “I guess I am.”

Jack’s next “date” was already waiting to sit down, so Pitch had to leave. “See you then!”

“See you!” Jack called after him.

…Jack cleared his throat and looked at the woman across from him who seemed to already understand that she had no chance at all with Jack now. This was awkward.

But definitely worth it.

Because maybe Pitch had already found his family, after all.

#TheBunni #Rise of the Guardians #rotg #Blackice #Blackicerotg #Blackice rotg #Jack Frost #Pitch Black #rotgbingo2022

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achubbydumpling · 2 years

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Original S'more: Too Hot (Hot Damn)

more fluff! to continue this: Part 1

Rating: Teen and Up Words: 500 Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Chubby Steve Rogers, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Bucky is crushing hard, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff, First Dates

[on AO3]

"I can't believe it's still this hot." Bucky pulled his shirt away from his body where it was sticking to his skin.

Steve did the same and then looked around at that comment. He realised with a start that the sun had gone down sometime over the past... six hours. Jesus, he didn't think first dates could last this long.

Even though he’d been nervous beforehand Steve’s anxiety had vanished almost instantly when he’d seen Bucky standing in front of the restaurant. They’d been texting almost non-stop since they’d exchanged numbers.

At first it had just been the standard planning that went into a first date, but then they’d drifted off into a hundred different topics. The one thing that had stuck with Steve though was Bucky’s description of his type.

In a word? Thick ;D

That had thrown Steve for a loop since he assumed Bucky asked him out despite the weight he’d gained. Still, a welcome surprise since Steve enjoyed the added weight too.

He’d been pretty scrawny as a kid and had always tried to gain weight back then to stop looking so small, his bones sticking out everywhere and constantly feeling cold. Back then he had jumped with joy at the five extra pounds he’d gained after a semester of hard work. Only to drop everything in a week when he caught the flu.

However, despite the sun being long gone the oppressive heat had gotten worse if anything. There was barely any air circulating in the restaurant. Steve fanned himself with the laminated dessert menu that was still laying on their table.

“You know,” Bucky began, “I have a key for the kitchen at Sam’s”

Steve raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“If you’re hot—I mean you are—if you feel hot, there’s a walk-in cooler.”

Bucky looked at Steve with such an open and hopeful expression of course Steve agreed.

Technically, Steve had already had dessert, but Bucky had eaten half of it and Steve felt like he deserved a full serving after putting up with the summer heat.

The walk makes Steve sweat even more but it’s a blessing when Bucky finally pulls open the freezer and they step inside. It’s pretty crammed but Steve sighs contently and, as casually as possible, leans his head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna stay here now.”

“Yeah?”

Steve looks up and suddenly the tension is palpable. It’s not a conscious decision but Steve finds himself leaning up to kiss Bucky. Short and sweet and then Bucky starts laughing.

“I can’t believe we had our first kiss in a walk-in freezer.”

He presses another kiss to Steve’s lips and pushes him up against the freezer door. Goosebumps run all the way up Steve’s spine and he isn’t quite sure if it’s from the cold or things heating up.

Bucky pulls back, clearly as affected by them making out as Steve.

“Do you still want that ice cream?”

Of course, Steve doesn’t say no to that.

#I made this :D #Chubby Steve Rogers #Getting to Know Each Other #Getting Together #Bucky is crushing hard #Alternate Universe - Modern Setting #Alternate Universe - No Powers #Fluff #First Dates #Get Beached #get beached 2022

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hyuneluvbot · 2 years

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how skz cuddle

pairing- stray kids x reader

genre- fluff

warnings- not rly a warning but none of the gifs used are mine, so all credits go to the original owners. i don’t claim these gifs. if the original owner wants me to tag them, or take the gif down please don’t hesitate to tell me about it! have fun reading :D

-also all of this is just how i view the members and what i feel like their habits are! if you don’t like what’s written pls scroll away <3

word count- 1.8 k

author’s note- i added too many personal feelings in this, cried twice while writing it, love that. i hope u enjoy <3

[chan]

-i mean we’ve all seen how he gives the best hugs, so it’s safe to say chan’s cuddles>>>>>>>>>>

-he’s a busy boy, so you don’t get to spend too much together during the day, but the moment he comes back home he wants to have you as close to him as possible :((

-sometimes feels very sorry for not being able to spend alot of time with you because of his schedule and that results in even more cuddles AAAA

-will nEVER go to sleep until he’s inquired you about how you spent your day to his satisfaction.

-looks at you with ,,,,that’’’’ look oh you know what i’m talking about

-loves back rubs so so so much, i mean i don’t blame him, carrying the entire industry on his back must hurt

-he’s usually the big spoon but sometimes he’s very tired and wants to be taken care of, which results in him being the small spoon *sobs*

-you hug his waist and put your leg over his and rest your head on his (very broad) back, he loves to be held onto, it makes him feel very loved and cherished :((((

-he’s usually a very mature and sought out person, but sometimes when things just get out of control, he rants about it as you hug him.

-when he’s with you he doesn’t feel the need to be this perfect, tough, ‘i have my shit together’ guy, he allows himself to let go of all the burden and find comfort in your presence and your touch.

-you once got him a plushie and sprayed your perfume on it to hug if he missed you and you aren’t around, so sometimes when he’s tired in his studio he takes a nap while hugging it D:

-if you ever randomly just cuddle upto him, mans becomes a giggle machine with red ears and a racing heart ahhadhjasgdjs he’s so precious

-i’m not crying you are

[minho]

-2 kewl 4 cuddles :D

-“accidentally” hugs you sometimes, claims he has no control over his body, so you often find yourself just squished between his two arms, unable to move until he lets go.

-neck kisses, lots and lots of neck kisses.

-likes to stare at you until you get the message he wants to cuddle.

-when you’re already asleep, he gently scoots towards you and puts your head on his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

-only does it when you’re asleep because he’s shy :((

-also talks to you about how amazing you are when you’re sleeping

-“i don’t tell you this when you’re awake because, i get a little nervous ahahhahha”

-sometimes if you turn away from him in your sleep, he gets all whiney about it

-“noooo don’t let go of my hand, you’re so mean, i just want to hold you,”

-he pretends to still be asleep in the morning when you wake him up if it means he gets to hug you a little longer, loves it when you play with his hair :(((((

-when you have even the slightest trace of a frown on your face though, he seats you on his lap and feeds you your favourite food, then rubs your back until you fall asleep.

-“don’t get used to this, i hate cuddles,” *hugs you tighter and snuggles into your neck*

[changbin]

-lives off of cuddling you and is not shy to hide it.

-“y/n y/n y/n, guess what time is it? binnie wants to snuggle o’clock,”

-makes that :] face and oh god how could someone ever refuse him

-likes to cling to you throughout the day, even when he’s working and you happen to visit, his arms are around you some way or the other, and he guides you through his working process.

-so he’s like there just talking to you about how he writes lyrics or puts together all these different beats and his arm is around you and you’re leaning back against his chest and you’re, just, completely falling in love with him all over again? even if you don’t get what he’s saying, too many technical terms, you won’t ever dare interrupt, seeing the way he’s so happy talking about what he loves :(

-he’s just so talented and hardworking and you’re so proud of him, as you should be.

-alternates between big spoon and small spoon.

-traps you between his (huge) arms and snuggles into your neck when he’s the big spoon but loves having you hug his waist when he’s the small spoon

-i’ve never wanted to hug someone more than i wanna hug him i will cry

[hyunjin]

-80% legs and uses it to his advantage when you’re cuddling, wraps all of his limbs around you and lays your head on his chest.

-sometimes lays on top of you completely and traps you under him.

-“hyunjin you’re heavy get off,” “shhh you talk too much,”

-very dramatic if you refuse to cuddle.

-“hyun i have to complete this assignment tonigh-” “you know what you might as well just date that assignment if you love it so much” huffs and walks away.

-“i’m done with it, we can cuddle now,” “i don’t cuddle cheaters,”

-such a drama queen we love to see it

-when you visit him at practice he lays on your chest and takes a nap during breaks, doesn’t care if he’s all sweaty, says you signed up for this when you agreed to go out with him.

-sometimes you’re both just lying together on the floor of the practice room, staring up at the ceiling and your legs are tangled together or one of yours head is on the other’s chest, and you just talk about anything that comes to mind, it’s moments like those in which you truly just appreciate the other’s presence.

-he considers himself very lucky to have someone like you to talk to, someone who never judges him and accepts his flaws and mistakes as they are :(((

-i put in too many personal feelings here *chokes on sobs*

[jisung]

-cannot stay still for the life of him

-so you have to be the one who wraps yourself around him to hold him in place

-talks to you every night with his head on your chest, plays with your fingers as he does so.

-loves it so much when you kiss the top of his head.

-is literal putty in your hands if you play with his hair :(

-when he’s had a bad day, he asks you to softly scratch his back, and ofc you can’t say no, how could you ever?

-he once got you both this giant hoodie so that the both of you could fit into it together, thinks it was so cute, you’d be so close to him all the time now :(

-kisses your collarbones when his head’s on your chest, also loves to fall asleep like that, so you just often end up falling asleep on the couch, but it’s comfortable so it’s okay

-often tells you he sleeps the best when you’re close and hugging him

-“i like sleeping when you’re around, makes me feel warm and safe,”

-even if he isn’t hugging you, he likes to have his hands on you one way or the other, sometimes holds your hand as you’re sleeping.

-please let me smother him in kisses

[felix]

-loves hugging your waist from behind, so when you’re working, he makes you sit on his lap and rests his head on your shoulder, talking to you throughout the process of you working.

-sometimes even falls asleep like that, head on your shoulder; it’s not the most comfy but if it means he gets to have you that close to him he’s okay with it

-loves to rest his head in your lap because then he can keep looking at you and telling you just how beautiful you are to him :((

-tells you about his day as he lays on your lap; every single little detail from what he ate, to what he worked on today, what step in a choreo was giving him a hard time, and then proceeds to ask you about your day in a similar manner.

-he loves tummy rubs, gently places your hands on his tummy and when you understand what he means you move your hand in slow circles and he literally purrs, he finds it such a relaxing and comforting feeling :((((((((((((((( lix cat agenda

-makes you sit on his lap and dry his hair, loves the feeling of soft scratches against his scalp after a hard day at work

-hugs your pillow to sleep if you can’t go to sleep with him :( what a cutie

-he’s such a fluffy little ball of sunshine and happiness i love him so much

[seungmin]

-“i will not cuddle you,” but is only refusing because he’s so nervous he feels like a middle schooler about to confess to their crush.

-surprisingly it’s pretty easy to convince him; if wrapping yourself around him and clinging to his side counts as convincing.

-lets you use his arm as a pillow and wraps the other around around your torso.

-sings you to sleep,, ahahahah y’all were waiting for this one

-as much as you like to hear his voice, he loves to hear yours too, so he lets you lay on him and rest your back against his chest, and you read a book to him.

-he was so shy and jittery to ask you for this at first, but ever since then, it’s a weekly activity.

-reading is something you both have always bonded over, this just makes it ten times better.

-sometimes runs his fingers through your hair, which you enjoy so much you sometimes fall asleep like that.

-“silly y/n, we were almost through with the mystery,” but nonetheless, puts the book away slowly and then just, fully wraps his arms around you and gives you a huge hug.

-“i’ll hug you like this when you’re awake too, soon, but i’m shy” mumbles into your hair

-just stares at you as you sleep, then takes you to bed.

-soft hours: open :D

[jeongin]

-he’s grown up on the receiving end of skinship, so he’s not very used to doing it on his own, it intimidates him.

-it’s only because he’s very nervous and doesn’t want to do something that might push you away or make you uncomfortable, so he’s hesitant in his actions, but when he’s sure you’re okay he eases into it.

-usually gives small hugs, and gets shy if you refuse to let him go, stands there shyly giggling with red cheeks and ears.

-also sings you to sleep because hello? his :( voice :( is :( so :( beautiful :(

-loves to lay his head on your stomach and have you play with his hair, talks to you about his day as you do.

-it’s something he’s grown fond of doing over time, it’s just the right amount of skinship without overbearing either of you, and though he may not admit it, it’s his favourite part of his day, just being with you and feeling your soothing touch i’m devastated :(((

-if you break away from his embrace in the middle of the night, he unconsciously searches for you in his sleep.

-even if you just go to the washroom or go to drink water, you come back to find him trying to find you in his sleep, eyebrows creased, hand roaming around on your side of the bed.

-when you finally lay beside him again and his hand meets your body, he’s quick to pull you to his side again, hugs you a little tighter this time around.

-he just wants you close to him but is shy :(((

-i want to kiss his cheeks

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luveline · 3 years

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you know, I'm coming right back [Fred Weasley x Reader]

summary: you're a lonely artist and Fred is your adoring model

word count: 2.4k

tags: reader insert, lonely reader, artist reader, seventh year, kids in love, first kiss, getting together, pining, fluff, friends-to-lovers

It was easy for you, usually, to act fine. To feel fine. Any loneliness that clouded your life was pushed firmly into the depths of your thoughts. You tried to focus on the things that mattered, essays and charms and your art.

You loved to draw. You had sketchbooks filled to the brim with sketches, some half finished, others coloured and lined. You drew everything, though you struggled to bring anything from your memory. Everything you drew had to be done right there, right then, with unsuspecting models. You sketched students eating their dinner, scribbled side profiles when you managed a spare minute in class. But you're most impressive artwork was done in the library, where nothing moved. Everyone was silent. You had pages and pages of bored, tired looking students. When exams approached, you hurriedly copied down the expressions of people on the edge of depression and panic.

You had friends, ish. You knew people. You'd had intense friendships that somehow always ended in awkward drifting aparts. Well, you thought. There must be something wrong with me. They liked me before they didn't, so the fault must've been mine.

You huffed out a sigh, pressing your face deep into the textured page of your sketch book, breathing in the smell of charcoal. You were sketching the illusive Fred Weasley, who you'd never truly drawn before. Maybe you had scraps from your second or third year when you'd still attempted to draw moving objects before getting comfortable and accepting that still life was your forte.

He was maddeningly good lucking when his eyebrows puckered in concentration. He seemed to actually be studying for once, sat at a table with his brother, George, and housemates Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet.

You were sat by yourself, and couldn't help listening to his lilting voice as he bantered with his friends. They were talking about Umbridge (the current victim of the Hogwarts' student body hate train), and quidditch, and their recent ban from quidditch. You'd never played.

"Watch out, dolly fell asleep," said one of the girls.

You bit your lip. You'd been nicknamed dolly by the girls in your dorm because of your porcelain doll you'd had since childhood. Even though this year was your last, you still hadn't felt the need to hide her away. She made you feel much less anxious and alone.

The whole school knew, naturally.

"Don't get any funny ideas," said Angelina, to the twins.

"Come on Angie, you think so little of us?" said George.

"Yesterday I watched you trick a group of forth years into taking puking pastilles." Angelina said.

"It was hardly a trick. We told them they were multi-faceted," said George.

You could hear your heartbeat if you focused. It was in your ears. It bump, bump, bumped.

Bump bump. You flinched, a hand settled on your shoulder quickly moved.

"Wake up, dolly. Library's closing."

You squinted up into Fred's face, head halo'd by candlelight. Lifting your head from the wooden table, you stretched your neck to the left. It clicked.

"Uh..."

"Hmm?" You prompted him, smoothing your hair behind your ears.

"You have - dirt. On your face. Here-" He said, reaching forward. You closed your eyes as he gently wiped the skin above your eyebrow.

"It's charcoal."

"What?"

"It's not dirt," you said, peaking at him through your eyelashes. "It's charcoal."

He looked mildly surprised. You shifted, hoping to cover your sketch before he caught sight of it.

It didn't matter.

"It's me. My gorgeous dolly, you've created quite the masterpiece right there, haven't you? I look vexingly handsome, of course. Thought if that's a consequence of your skill or my handsomeness is anyones guess."

You were lost for words. "Uh, quite."

"Yes, yes, quite. Say, could I keep it?"

"... You want the drawing?"

"I'd love it, if that's okay."

"I," you quickly dug your thumbnail into the paper, tearing carefully at the centre. The paper came away a little ragged and smudged. "Of course. It's yours."

He handled it with care.

The librarian jingled her little bell again.

"Thank you. So, see you?"

"Yep," you agreed.

He nodded his head and bowed out with his friends. You tried not to feel paranoid at their laughter.

You were curled up in a hidden alcove, though it was hardly hidden. Most students knew where to seek privacy in the castle. You just so happened to get there first that evening.

You were trying to sketch Fred again. It felt weird to be missing a page from your book, and weirder still that you couldn't remember his face when he wasn't right in front of you. You tried, but it kept going wrong.

When you finally managed one you liked well enough, you had accidentally ruined it with a heavy hand and the wrong shade of brown.

He looked much too brunette.

You carefully rolled your coloured pencils back up, securing the leather ties tightly so as to keep every pencil confined.

Sighing morosely, you flipped to a new page. Things got so complicated sometimes, it made you agitated. You doodled a little sad face in the corner of your page. When the one thing that you enjoyed in life started to go wrong, it set off your whole mood.

Your birthday was coming up. It had been on your mind a lot lately. You'd spend it alone. That's what you figured. Nobody would know it was your birthday, or if they did, you weren't friends now, so...

You began with an arching circle, bisecting the lines appropriately. Feeling out the familiar lines of your own face came easy, the slight upper tilt of your brows, your hair and your pursed mouth. You always looked sad in the mirror, and it showed, dotted here and there when the only thing to draw was your own face.

The rudimentary outline of a birthday cake took form. The candles were unlit.

In a fit of unhappiness, you scratched out your mouth. It was never smiling.

"What did that piece of paper ever do to you?" said a voice.

You jumped. Fred was peering down at you curiously, wringing his hands. You put your pencil between the soft cover and smashed it flat, closed.

"Hi, dolly."

"Weasley."

"Oh, not even a first name?"

"You neglected mine first," you reasoned, rolling the words. He smiled at your joking tone.

"How rude of me. Hi, Y/N," he corrected himself.

"Hi, Weasley."

He smirked.

"Anymore of me in that blessed vessel?"

"Nah. You never stand still."

"If I pose for it?" He asked. You patted the ground in front of you.

He was a lovely model. He stayed infinitely still, more still than you imagined possible for him. He sat at a 3/4ths angle, chin up but not too far, mouth tilted and eyes open.

His eyes were the one thing he couldn't keep still. You tried not to flame in the cheeks everything you'd catch his gaze on you.

You sketched fast, choosing to hatch rather than render, big swooping lines to give the illusion of a depth that wasn't really there. You would've loved to do a full render, maybe even a colour portrait, but he was beginning to look a little antsy.

You set the book on the floor to face him and pushed it into his eyesight softlt. He turned. He looked nice like that, face bent, hair falling into his eyes.

After a moment, he began scrounging through his robe pockets. He set down a box, a lighter, a pair of gloves.

Finally, he set a galleon onto the floor close to your crossed legs.

"For you," he said, smiling at your inquisitive look. "For the drawing."

"Oh, I can't accept that. And I'd like to keep this one, if it's alright."

Fred thought for a moment. "Alright, you keep it. And the galleon, too, for the one you gave me the other day."

You bit back a smile. "I can't take your money, Fred."

"I can't keep having you draw me for free. It's as valuable a service as anything else. Plus, I'm not sure if you know, but I run a lucrative business these days."

You picked up the coin, rubbing your thumb against the engravings thoughtfully. "It's hardly a service."

"A talent, then. A skill. You're very good."

You're neck almost snapped as you looked into his face, wanting to assess his expression for genuineness. He looked earnest, and kind. You blinked away the gathering heat behind your eyes.

"Thank you."

He waved a hand at you. "Think nothing of it."

"Really-" you cleared your throat, "-you're doing me a favour. I'm not good at drawing things that move."

"I'm sure you're better than you think," he said.

You shook your head, smiling smiling smiling.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh, this old thing?" Fred weighed the box in his hands. It was soft at the corners, like a simple jewelry box that you had in your trunk. He offered it to you. You opened it carefully, the lid sliding free with a shhhhh sound. Inside was an evil looking fruit pastille, a match stick and a dried up flower petal.

It felt like a very private thing to see, suddenly. Such an eclectic collection of items couldn't be random.

"The first puking pastille George and I made. Or rather, the second - the first was forcibly fed to Lee Jordan in our third year. The match stick is from my Uncle's matchbox. I never met him. And the flower was from Ginny, when she was 9." He sounded nervous.

"It's a memory box."

"I- yes. It is. Things are sometimes so miserable now, with Umbridge and you-know-who. Scary, even. I look at them when I feel like it won't ever end."

You took them in for a little while longer and then placed the lid onto the box with nimble fingers. You scratched the lid with a fingernail.

"It's nice. You're right. Things are so awful right now, it's good to have reminders of why we keep going."

"Exaclty. Dolly, can I interest you in a fruit pastille?"

"Not on your life."

"They're perfectly edible!"

"Sure, Fred."

The honest conversation you'd shared with Fred was a catalyst between you. He often came to find you, each time whining and nagging you to just sit in the library like most people do.

"What, so your housemates can throw paper balls at me?"

"They thought you were sleeping!"

A likely story, you thought. He sometimes asked you to draw him, posing with the elegance of a natural born model. It was great for you personally, you felt that you were really getting a feel for his face. Eventually, you were able to draw his face from memory, the details of his nose coming to your fingers as easily as a first year spell.

It became about capturing emotion. You could capture his likeness now without a second thought, but his emotions were much more complicated. How would you show his veiled frustration the day Umbridge kicked him off the quidditch team? Through the clenching of his jaw? The shy veins in his forehead? How did you showcase the fear when he'd come back to Hogwarts after Christmas break, through his eyes, downturned and squinting just a little?

Today, it was poorly hidden elation. "How come you're so happy?" You asked, pencil between your teeth. He grinned. You measured his face with your thumb in the air, forming an L.

"Is it a prank?"

"You're thinking too small."

"A new product?"

"Still need to go bigger!"

"Hmmm," you hummed. Measure twice, cut once. Or in your case, sketch once.

"George and I, we're gonna open a shop."

"A section at Zonko's isn't enough for you?" You asked, casually, though you were very very happy for him.

"It's going to be amazing. We're going to run it, just the two of us, and you won't catch me in these scrappy long sleeves anymore. The next time you see me, I'll be in a full suit and tie."

"The next time? Is that not tomorrow?"

Fred closed his mouth, realising his mistake. He had revealed something he hadn't intended to. "We're leaving," he confessed. "We were going to wait for our NEWTs but... Well, we won't need them. This is going to work."

"So. You're leaving today?" You asked, crestfallen.

"Hey," Fred said, rubbing a placating hand over the curve of your shoulder. "Tomorrow. During the DADA OWL. We have a plan."

"This is goodbye?"

"No! No. Not if you don't want it to be. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you something, and maybe now isn't the best time, I had this whole letter planned and I didn't want to distract you from your exams and-"

"What do you want to ask me?"

Fred straightened. "I wanted to ask - will you go out with me? Not, you don't have to be my girlfriend if it's too soon, I'd love to take you for food someplace, I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade, but when the shop officially became ours, the plans changed so fast and I didn't know if you'd still want-" you cut off his rambling.

"I'll be your girlfriend," you said.

"You will?"

"Sure, if you'll be my boyfriend," you murmured.

Fred moved the arm that had been on your shoulder to the nape of your neck. "That's a dealbreaker," he said, leaning in.

He kissed you chastely on the lips first and then pulled back to look into your face. You chased him, a moment of bravery, and opened your mouth to taste him. He was sweet, like sugar. Your sketch pad crinkled beneath you both as he pressed forward. Your chests touched, heaving.

"You're not gonna be my boyfriend?" You asked against his mouth, breathing hard.

"I'm gonna be much more than that, dolly," he said heatedly.

Your mouth was tingling. "Kiss me again?"

You gasped at the force of him, laughing. He laughed too against your lips, and the sound tickled. He gave you a multitude of short and sweet kisses before pulling away again.

He wiped the wetness from your lip with his pinky finger. "Godric, you're cute. Look how flushed you are! You're insane."

Something churned in your stomach. The butterflies had acquired a trampoline. You felt happier than you had in a very long time. "You're not half-bad yourself, Weasley."

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illegal-spiegel · 3 years

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the boys reaction to you being a virgin

Genre: smut, fluff?

Warnings: None? Idk vague leading to smut at the end

Spike Spiegel:

mans hasn’t been a virgin in many, many years

I mean just look at him he’s so fucking sexy I swear to god-

he has a pretty high libido but with him being on the Bebop, he can’t exactly get laid whenever he wants

mans jerks off a lot, change my mind

it doesn’t help that he’s now afraid of commitment (thanks for that Julia)

sigh, man is too stubborn and his dick is suffering the consequences 😔👊 (put F in the chat for his dick. RIP)

so, when you come onto the Bebop, all hell breaks loose <3

mans is too pent up, he can’t help it if you occasionally pop into his mind when he’s touching himself

he’ll still act like himself towards you just like he does with the others, but now

his hand is staying a little too long on your back when he passes by you

he’ll drape his arm on the couch behind you while watching Big Shot, his hand coming to rub your shoulder sometimes or twirling your hair

when on a mission, he’ll lean forward enough to where you can smell the mint he ate on the Swordfish

after weeks of lowkey flirting with you and making you flustered every two seconds, he finally can’t take it anymore

he eventually just corners you in your room one day, bringing his body close to yours

“Alright, listen. This game of Cat and Mouse has been fun, but it’s growing a little old. I want you and if you want me too, let’s skip all the pleasantries and get into the real pleasure.”

now, if you’re waiting for some reason and don’t want to do the nasty with him, he’ll back off and won’t be offended by it

if you’re waiting for a relationship or marriage though, good luck trying to get that from him

you’ll have to wait months, probably years, to get him to open up and date you. Sigh mans has commitment and trust issues now (thanks Julia)

now, if you’re down bad for this man just like I am, you’ll leap at the possibility to jump his bones

so, if you’re answer is ‘yes, thank god, please fuck me already,’ then mans won’t hesitate to do so

as soon as you’re agreeing, he’s leaning down to connect your lips together for a passionate and fiery kiss

he’ll let his hands wander and he’ll always make sure that you’re okay with him touching you somewhere or removing an article of clothing before doing so

once you two are on your bed and things are really starting to get hot and heavy, he’ll stop his hands from dipping into your underwear when you suddenly speak up

“I’m, uh, a virgin by the way,” you squeak out, suddenly nervous about what he’ll think

your heart leaps into your throat when he smirks up at you from between your legs, kissing along the inside of your thighs

“Oh yeah? Save yourself just for me, baby?” he teases in a voice that’s so deep that ocean’s would be jealous

his hands roam your waist before slowly starting to slip your underwear off when you nod your head

“Well, let me make you feel good,” he purrs before diving in to do just that

Jet Black:

sigh, another man with commitment issues (Another F in chat for this mans dick. RIP)

he’s even worse than Spike about getting laid though

he doesn’t crave it as much as others, but it definitely still comes to mind

anytime Spike mentions that he should go get laid (to stop being such a sourpuss), Jet will just laugh and say he’s ‘too old for that’

my good sir, you are not to too old to get this gorilla grip 3000 🧎‍♀️

Jet meets you when he’s on a mission, almost running into you when you meet at a fork in the road

“Hey, come back here!”

“You’re not getting away that easily!”

you both stop when you two speak at the same time, turning to gawk at one another

“He’s mine!”

“That one’s mine!”

you stop again and glare at each other before continuing the chase

you both kinda catch the guy and after arguing for 15 mins who gets the reward, you decide to split it

after that, you two become bounty buddies

whenever one of you needed help catching someone, the other was there as backup

this went on for a while (with lots of teasing from Faye (”you so like them!”) and Spike (”you want to bone them so bad.”))

during one particularly hard mission, you two decide to just camp out in a motel and wait for the crook to show himself

after cleaning up and Jet deciding he’ll take the first shift of lookout, you’re getting comfortable on the bed

Jet stares a little longer than normal, but it’s not his fault!

you’re the one with wet hair...and smooth skin...and flushed cheeks...and a top that’s riding up...and shorts that are a little too short...

“Jet, do you think I’m attractive?” you call out to him, making his eyes snap back up to yours

he gapes at you with red cheeks for a moment before turning to the window, pulling the blinds apart for a moment to look out

“Well, you aren’t ugly, per se...”

you chuckle at this, turning on your side to face him

“Do you want to kiss me?”

at your question, his eyes snap back to yours and he can hear himself swallow loudly

“I wouldn’t not want to...” he mumbles

now, if you’re expecting a relationship out of him, he’d be willing to give you guys a try

if you’re just trying to get laid, he’s fine with that too

so when he leaves the window and towers over you on the bed, he can feel the arousal already curling deep in his gut

he starts off with a sweet kiss, not wanting to spook you off with something that might be too much for you

when that sweet kiss suddenly starts to deepen and you’re both letting out noises, he starts getting rougher

when he lowers his body closer to yours and you feel it, you figure you should mention the fact that you’re a virgin now

he stares at you with wide eyes before smiling at you, letting his hands comfortingly rub your hips

“We can stop here, if you want. I’m completely fine with just kissing your sweet lips.”

if you want to stop or just keep kissing, he’s very understanding and will do that

if you wanna get railed, let him know and he’ll take care of you <3

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Florence Pugh and f reader, reader is an extra with a huge crush on her. They end up having coffee together, and Reader gets mildly injured and ends up falling into Flo's arms

Hey! Thanks for this request! 💙 It was a fun one to write.

We Should Do This On Purpose

Florence Pugh x Reader

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You get so nervous every time you have a scene with Florence. Even just being in the background is enough to make your heart flutter. Today the extras were notified that the actors will be interacting with a crowd of you today. You scatter around the set now and prepare for the scene. Excitement and nerves fill up your body at the idea of being so close to the cast, especially Florence.

“Action!” the director shouts and you start moving to your place. Things are chaotic as you’re supposed to be running away from a huge threat. You try split off to make way for the actors to come through, but your foot catches on the ground, and you start to fall over.

But before you hit the ground, you feel someone’s hands on your hips, pulling you back to an upright position. When you look up to see who caught you, your heart skips a beat. Florence flashes you a smile and winks at you before releasing you to run and get back to her spot. You blush profusely, even into the break time where you now stand at the coffee cart.

“Oh hey,” Florence’s voice says from behind you. “I’m Florence.” She puts her hand out for you to shake.

“Hi,” you manage to say through your nerves. “I’m y/n.”

“Y/n, what a cute name!” Florence says. “Are you okay? You almost took quite a tumble over there.”

“Oh yeah. Thanks for catching me,” you reply shyly. You hear the call for everyone to return to their places. “I should get back.”

You turn to walk away, and you trip over your feet again. “Damn shoes,” you mutter. But once again you are held tightly in Florence’s grasp. This time facing her with your faces inches from each other’s.

“You just keep on finding a way into my arms, huh?” Florence laughs.

“Seems like it,” you reply nervously.

“How about we go out sometime and we can do this on purpose? Well, not the tripping but the holding,” Florence asks, helping you stand upright again.

“That- uh yes that sounds great,” you say, in disbelief that she’s even asking.

“Awesome. After work today?”

“I’m in,” you reply, and she grins at you before kissing your cheek and walking back to her place.

You stand there in shock wondering if it really happened, but when you look towards her Florence has turned back around and is glancing at you with a smile. It’s definitely real.

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scuttling · 3 years

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Sweet Evening Breeze

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 5,042 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Naïve reader, Innocence kink, Oral sex, Unprotected sex, Previous bad sexual experience Summary: Being Jack Hotchner’s babysitter is a pretty great job. He’s an angel, most of the time, and his dad is so sweet and thoughtful, really takes care of you. Really takes care of you... *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Jack, buddy, time for breakfast,” you call down the hall for the third time. “We’ll play Legos later.” He shouts something nearly incomprehensible back, and you sigh as you stretch up, trying to reach the jam he likes on the top shelf of the cupboard.

Most of the time, the fact that Jack’s dad, Aaron, is very tall gives you butterflies in your stomach, but sometimes it’s just an inconvenience—like when he puts groceries up so high you don’t have a chance of reaching them.

“Dad did not say you could skip breakfast, and it’s not okay to lie. Little monster,” you mutter, and you can feel Aaron’s breath on the back of your neck when he chuckles softly. Whoops. You didn’t even know he was standing there. “I say that with full affection.”

He reaches around you to take down the jam, resting a hand on your lower back, probably for support. The bit of skin exposed by your stretching tingles at the touch.

“Of course, and so do I. Often.” You turn to face him, give him a grateful smile, and take the jar of jam.

“Thank you. Ugh, aren’t you miserable in that?” you ask, gesturing to his usual business suit. As Jack’s babysitter, you see Aaron in a suit almost every day—another thing that gives you butterflies—but you’re in the middle of a heatwave, and it’s 97 degrees in your little suburb of DC, which means it’s probably more like 115 downtown. That’s too hot to do anything, but especially in a suit and tie.

“It’s cool in here, but yes, I’ll probably be miserable the second I step foot outside.” You spread peanut butter on one English muffin and jam on another, laughing softly when a thought comes to you.

“Too bad you don’t have as much flexibility with your dress code as I do.”

At the start of this heatwave last week, you’d asked Aaron—after much nervous deliberation—if you could wear shorts and tank tops around the house instead of your usual jeans and a t-shirt or sweater. Your so-called uniform was self-imposed, because he’d told you from the start you could dress however you were comfortable, but you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. You weren’t trying to show off your body, or tempt or tease, or anything like that; you were just extremely hot, especially playing outside with Jack.

He had agreed, of course, that you should dress for the weather, and that shorts and tank tops were fine. He also reminded you that you could use the pool whenever you wanted, whether he was home or not, and just thinking about taking a dip later is enough to make you sigh in relief.

“I don’t think anyone would be interested in seeing me in an outfit like that,” he jokes—sometimes people can’t tell when he’s joking, because he’s so dry, but you’re familiar with his humor by now—and you laugh again. It earns you a smile.

“I think it’s more important that you’re comfortable than what people think when they see you in something, but it would probably be a little distracting.” You’ve seen him in his swim trunks on more than one occasion, most recently with no shirt to accompany them, and you can attest to being very distracted that day. You were supposed to be keeping an eye on Jack, and you did, would never put him in danger, but your eyes had also been following the drops of water that dripped from Aaron’s hair, down his throat, over his chest…

You had been hot for more than one reason that day, and your butterflies moved a little bit lower.

You shake your head of those thoughts quickly, glance around you to see that Jack is still not in the kitchen. You sigh, and put the peanut butter muffin on a paper napkin, hand it to Aaron.

“I’m going to go get him, but have a good day, okay? Try to stay cool; maybe you can take a swim tonight when it’s not so hot.”

“Good idea. Maybe you can join me if you’re still here.” That was sweet of him to offer. You smile at his kindness, brush a hand over your head. You wish your hair wasn’t all over the place, clinging to the sweat on your neck, your temples, but humidity is not your friend. He doesn't seem to mind.

“Thanks, maybe I will.” He gathers his things to head out, and you steel yourself and head to Jack’s room, scoop him up, giggling, into your arms, and plop him down for breakfast.

The two of you spend the day inside, because even swimming is a nightmare when the sun is beating down the way it is. You play with Legos, watch a movie, do some coloring pages, and play learning games on his iPad.

At around three, Aaron texts you, lets you know he won’t be home tonight because of a case, and you mentally plan out a small, easy dinner for you and Jack, then a little more playtime, then bed for Jack and a swim for you after.

You tuck him in, turn on his nightlight, and close the door behind you, then head to your room to change into your bathing suit.

You usually wear a purple one piece with shorts over it, something you can play with Jack in without worrying about anything falling out, so you’re surprised to find a pale blue, floral print bikini on your bed—a very tiny bikini—with a sticky note on the tag.

Went shopping for Jack and this made me think of you. I hope you like it. - Aaron

The first two things to pop into your head are, it was so sweet of him to think of you while out shopping, and you’re really glad he’s not here to see you in it, because it only half-covers all the things it’s supposed to cover. You double check the tag, but it’s the right size, so it must just be the intended design. Your cheeks flush hot, but it also makes you feel good, to be wearing so little. Kind of wrong, but good in a way you can’t explain.

You grab a couple of beach towels and step out into the slightly cooler night air, sigh at the feel of it on so much of your skin. You lay out your towels on the lounge chair by the edge of the pool—maybe you’ll lay there and read or play on your phone after your swim—and then step into the pool.

The water is still so warm, and the contrast between it and the breeze that blows across the surface has goosebumps breaking out across your skin. You dip your head under the water, let your hair fall loose and luxuriously wet after being twisted up all day long, and when you open your eyes Aaron is standing at the edge of the pool; you gasp, startled by his sudden appearance, and then laugh lightly.

“Oh my god, you scared me. I thought you weren’t going to be home tonight?” You swim closer to the edge so you can see him better, and he crouches down to your level. He’s taken off his jacket and tie, loosened the collar of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves; your heart races a little at his proximity, and all the dark hair you’re presented with.

“Change of plans, we weren’t needed after all. I texted you, but I see your phone is over there; I’m sorry I scared you.” He looks you over, something calculating in his gaze, and then smiles softly. “You’re wearing the swimsuit I bought you. Do you like it?”

You can feel yourself flush, because you hadn’t anticipated him being home to see you in it, but there’s nothing you can do about that now.

“Yes, I like it. It’s pretty. Thank you.” He must be able to sense your apprehension, because he tilts his head curiously.

“If you don’t like it, you can tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings. Don’t be shy.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I love it. That was so sweet of you.” You reach out a hand to rest on his arm, don’t want him to feel like you aren’t grateful. “It’s just a little… revealing.” He makes a soft noise of contemplation, reaches out to brush his fingers over your shoulder, over the strap.

“I was a little worried about that. Why don’t you get out of there and let me see? I can let you know if I think it’s too much.” You appreciate that he’d do that for you, and you respect his opinion, but you feel really exposed in it—and you’re not sure why that makes you feel so uncomfortable and so good at the same time.

Sure, he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life, but there’s no way he’d ever look at you as anything other than the sitter. You’re just too… innocent.

All the same, you nod your head and lift yourself up out of the pool; Aaron moves back, helps you up, and guides you over to the lounge chair. He sits, and you stand.

From there, he looks slowly over your body; he lingers over your breasts, your hips, then asks you to turn so he can see the back. You swallow, self-conscious under his gaze.

“Have you ever been this undressed in front of a man?” he asks, his voice low, and your breath hitches. “I can tell you’re nervous, that’s all.”

“Um. Once,” you say, flushing. He hums, brushes a hand down the length of your arm, and you feel a chill. You turn back to face him, and he pats the lounge chair, encouraging you to sit next to him. You sit, cross legged, facing him, nervous, but… also not; it’s hard to explain.

“Were you completely naked?” The way he asks it is so casual, but being naked isn’t casual for you; you can barely bring yourself to think about being naked, let alone talk about it. With your employer.

But something about the way he asks it makes you want to answer, at the same time, and there’s almost no one you trust more than Aaron. He’s always been so good to you.

“No. I left something on.” It had been a bra, gray with a pink bow in the middle. You were more comfortable keeping it on, and your ex-boyfriend hadn’t cared. He hadn’t cared about much, it turns out.

“Was it during sex?” The way the word sounds coming out of his mouth makes you anxious, and excited; you can’t believe you’re having this conversation, and you also don’t want it to end.

“Yes, during... sex.” He nods, brings a hand to your cheek and brushes your wet hair back, tucks it behind your ear. Your heart is beating so fast you’re surprised the world around you is still so calm, quiet. Intimate.

“How many times have you had sex, sweet girl?” You close your eyes, embarrassed. You don’t want him to know how innocent you really are, not when he’s so much older and more experienced. He’ll laugh.

Then again, this is Aaron, and he’s only ever made you feel cared about and safe before. So maybe he won’t?

“Um. One time.”

“Just one time? That’s surprising to me; you’re so beautiful.” You shiver, maybe from being wet with the breeze on your skin, or maybe because he brushes his fingers over your lips, or maybe because he called you beautiful. No one’s ever called you beautiful. “Did it feel good?”

You’d wanted it to feel good; it did, for maybe a minute, and you think about that minute all the time, especially when you… when you slip your hand into your panties at night in your bed, thinking about Aaron’s broad shoulders, his thick forearms, his hands, his mouth...

“Kind of. And then no.” His hand freezes and he frowns. His voice is abruptly less low, more serious. There’s a wrinkle between his eyebrows you want to reach out and touch.

“Did he hurt you?” It had hurt, but you know he hadn’t meant for it to hurt. He wasn’t mean. He was just so eager to finish that once he started, he’d stopped caring if you were feeling good, so focused on his own body. You figured that’s just how guys are, and it made you never want to do it again—so you didn’t.

“Not on purpose,” is what you say. He covers your hand with his, big and warm and careful. You’ve always felt so comforted by his touch, and tonight is no exception.

“What happened?”

“It started quickly and ended quickly. I don’t think I was… prepared.” You’re blushing, hoping he understands your indirect statement so you don’t have to say it out loud. He rubs his thumb soothingly over the back of your hand, reaches up with the other to touch your flushed cheek.

“You weren’t wet?” You exhale, a little shaky, tell him no. “Are you wet now, sweetheart?” You’re almost ashamed to say, but he is asking...

“Very.” It’s just a whisper, but it makes him smile a little, touch your mouth again. You could get used to that.

“Good girl. Can I feel?” That gives you pause, for a moment, but thinking of him touching you where you’ve imagined for months—it’s too good of a prospect to pass up, no matter how nervous you are. You nod, and he moves his hand inside your swimsuit bottoms, brushes over your core, slips between your lips easily. He never takes his eyes off of yours. “It would feel really good to have sex now. Do you want to try again? You’re always taking such good care of us; I want to take care of you.”

You bite your lip, and he leans in slowly, presses his mouth to yours for a gentle kiss. You make a soft noise of pleasure, tilt your hips so you’re sliding over his hand, and he groans—it’s honestly one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard in your life. It means he wants you… never in a million years would you have guessed that.

“I want to try,” you breathe, and you feel bold, so you kiss him this time. He pulls you close, deepens the kiss, adds tongue, and you moan at the feel, clinging to his shirt. “Aaron.”

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” he says, voice low, and he moves his fingers up to the part of you that makes you shake with desperate need, rubs tight circles so you’re panting, chest heaving; you nod quickly and he picks you up, hand still moving inside your swimsuit, carries you to the sliding glass door and pushes it open with his elbow.

You assume you’ll head straight for the bedroom, but he stops in the kitchen, sets you on the counter and kisses you again, a little harder than you’ve experienced before; you love it, try your best to match the way his mouth moves, and his fingers press hard against your aching bud, making you gasp with pleasure.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” he asks, a little breathless himself, and you smooth your fingers through his hair.

“Um. I think so. From touching myself like this.” He moves his fingers faster, and you press your palm against the counter for support, move your hips against his hand. It feels so good, so much better than when you do it that you could cry.

“Has someone else ever given you an orgasm?” You use the fingers in his hair to bring him to you for a kiss, something you both moan softly into.

“No. I want-I want you to be the first,” you murmur, and he closes his eyes, exhales through his nose, and lifts you up again, this time carrying you to his bedroom and setting you on your feet by the bed. He looks down at you with eyes so dark and gorgeous, then asks if he can remove what little clothing you have on. You tell him yes, and he pushes down the bottoms, which you step carefully out of.

When his hands move to the top, you hesitate, always self-conscious about this; he leans in and presses delicious kisses to your neck, your shoulders, slides the straps down, and looks up at you with caring, gentle eyes. You nod, and he pulls your top off, too, leaving you completely naked in front of someone for the first time in your life.

It’s such a rush, you wish he hadn’t waited so long to initiate this.

“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he says, and with the way he‘s looking at you, you actually believe it. He takes your face in his hands, kisses your lips, then moves down your throat again, your chest—he pays your nipples a bit of attention, flicking his tongue, scraping his teeth, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “So perfect.”

He puts his hands all over your body, sweeping over your arms, your waist, and he presses kisses to your stomach, your hips, your thighs. You want his mouth where his fingers were, but you don’t ask; it’s almost like he knows anyway, when he looks up at you from his knees.

“Has anyone ever tasted you?” You shake your head, and he puts his hands on your butt, squeezes softly, and guides you to lay back on the bed. “I want you to tell me how it feels, okay?”

Normally, you’re quiet out of necessity, because when you aren’t here you have an apartment you share with a roommate—even though most of the time, you sleep here whether you’re strictly required to or not. You’re quiet here too, because you’ve never wanted Aaron to know how he makes you feel, although now you’re really wishing you’d have found out sooner that he feels the same way. Imagine all the cool, quiet nights you could have spent on this bed, in his arms…

Shaking yourself out of the fantasy—because reality is literally happening, and it’s so much better—you nod, and he carefully spreads your thighs, leans in to tease his tongue along your slit, light and wet.

“Oh. Aaron.” He looks up, reaches a hand forward to twine your fingers together, and you squeeze them, moaning when he dips again, this time pressing his tongue inside you where you’re wettest. “Oh my-oh my god.” He leans in to press damp kisses to your lower belly.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I want you to come on my tongue—come on my tongue, don’t be shy.” Again, he slides it inside, brings his free hand up to rub you, and it’s not long before you do as he asks, shaking and tightening your grip on his hand. You’re almost embarrassed by how loud you are, but he is nothing but sweet when he comes up, whispers in your ear how well you did for him, how pleased he is to be the first to make you moan like that, to taste you.

He kisses your mouth so you can taste yourself, and groans when you reach for his head, hold him closer.

“Thank you,” you murmur, shaky, when the kiss breaks, and he rubs over your lips with his thumb like he did before, smiles softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet girl. I told you I wanted to take care of you; I’m just so glad you let me.” You move your hands to the front of his shirt and rest them there, hoping he’ll take the hint, but he just gets a glimmer in his eye that makes the butterflies flutter low despite your very recent release. “Don’t be shy. Tell me what you want.” You flush, don’t know how to ask a man—especially a man like Aaron—to get naked for you. “Oh, there’s that blush. My sweet, innocent girl. You haven’t even been properly fucked, of course you don’t know how to ask for what you want. But I’ll teach you.”

He sits up, hovering over your body, gets his fingers on the buttons of his shirt and starts to slip them free. He has to unzip his pants to untuck it, and the sight and sound of that makes you whimper—you immediately tense, feel shame at being so vocal, but he just leans in to kiss you, soft and slow.

“You can’t wait for me to be naked too, can you? You want to see what a man looks like, feel what a man feels like. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” It comes out roughly, almost too low for even you to hear; you clear your throat and try again. “Yes, Aaron.” It earns you a slightly harder kiss, and he climbs off the bed to undress the rest of the way; your eyes are drawn to his erection as soon as it’s exposed, and he looks at you with nothing less than lust in his eyes. It makes you shiver and want to open your legs for him again.

“You’re staring. Have you touched a cock before—stroked it with your hand?”

“No. Can I?” you ask, sitting up against the pillows, and he nods, moves next to you, and takes your hand. You’re intimidated by the size of him, all the more so when he wraps your fingers around it, covers them with his, and strokes.

“Feels so good, baby,” he rumbles, slinging his free hand around your hip and holding you close to his body. He is so… just good looking, so different from your ex-boyfriend, from guys your age, and you look up at his face while you touch him, hoping to bring him even half as much pleasure as he brought you. Your eyes flick back down, though, after a short time, transfixed by the wet head disappearing into your fist. “Hmm. Good girl. Do you want to try putting your mouth on it?”

God, do you want to try that. You want to know what it tastes like, feels like on your tongue; you nod, scoot back a little so you can bend over him, and he puts his hands on your head, slowly guides your open mouth to hover over him.

“Careful with your teeth, and keep me nice and wet, okay? We'll go slowly.” He pushes your hair back from your face so he can see you better, which is sweet, and you nod, close your lips around him, let him show you how he wants you to do it.

He feels so big in your mouth, and you remember to be careful, to be wet, like he said. He’s not making you take him deeply, just a couple of inches, and when you’re not so nervous it feels really good, the weight of him against your tongue, his gentle hands teaching you what to do. It makes you feel useful, learning how he likes to be pleasured, and you enjoy finding ways to make yourself useful to Aaron.

“Perfect, perfect. Just like that—you’re doing great, sweetheart.” You hum around him, pleased that it feels good for him, and you’re stricken with the urge to feel him spilling into your mouth, but he groans and offers something even more intriguing. “Would you like to come sit in my lap? I want to press into your warm, tight, sweet pussy; I promise it will feel good, not like last time.” You make another noise, something eager, and he pulls you off and gets his hands on your waist, brings you up to rest against his thighs.

“Will it hurt?” you ask, just in case. You hadn’t thought to ask that last time. “You’re big; what if it doesn’t fit?” You look up at him, and warm, tender eyes peer into yours.

“It won’t hurt, and it will fit, I promise. We’ll make it fit. Lean up.” You stretch up a little, press your hands to his shoulders, and he rubs his hands soothingly over your body, kisses your chest, and then dips a finger inside you; you grip him tightly, moan, hold still while he moves it in and out, then adds another. “How does that feel? Don’t be shy.”

“Feels-feels good,” you breathe, and he pumps them together which feels so incredible, so new. He brings his free hand to your butt and squeezes softly.

“Good girl. I’m adding another. You’re so wet, it shouldn’t be a problem, but tell me if it’s uncomfortable.” The third finger makes you feel like you’re full up, a little snug, but you know you’ll need to get used to it if you want him inside; you breathe, will yourself to only feel the good, remind yourself that this isn’t like last time. Aaron is being so good to you; he won’t stop being good to you.

“Aaron.” It’s a gasp, a plea, a question, and he answers it by pulling his fingers out, putting his hands on your hips, and lining his cock up at your entrance, lowering you slowly onto it. You pant, moan as it slides in; it feels tight to you, and you’re so incredibly full, but his hands feel like safety and you’re not worried. He’s always taken care of you; he wouldn’t hurt you.

“You’re perfect, you’re doing so good. You feel so good.” He squeezes you, stretches up to brush his lips over yours. “We’re going to make you come again; I’ll give you the best night of your life, I promise.”

“Of course you will. This is already the best night of my life,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he kisses you harder; you can feel his hands tighten, and it doesn’t hurt, only makes you want more, rougher. You feel filthy for wanting that, but it’s Aaron, and you want any and everything he wants to give; you also want him to take anything he wants to take.

He moves your body up and down, a show of strength that makes you moan, just a string of desperate sounds you’re a little embarrassed of; he appreciates the noises you make, though, if the way he grips you is any indication, his eyes determined as he makes you bounce on his cock.

“Oh, yes baby, just like that. How does it feel, sweet girl?”

“Mmh, good, so good, so good,” you sigh, your butt making contact with his firm thighs each time he brings you down on him. “Feels so good to be… to have it inside me.”

Aaron hums, frowns just slightly.

“Tell me what it is, baby. Your innocent little mouth can be dirty for me, this once. What feels good? What’s inside you?” His voice is a little tense, like maybe he wants to finish, but he doesn't change a thing, doesn’t hurt you so he can get there faster. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, curl fingers into his hair.

“Your… It’s your cock, Aaron. Your cock feels so good inside me.” You’ve thought the word, never said it aloud, but it makes him groan deeply, so you vow to say it again at some point just to savor that reaction.

“Yes it does, yes it does. Feels so good inside your perfect pussy, my perfect, sweet girl.” His hands move you faster, and you want to help now that you know this is how he likes it; when the two of you work together, it’s quicker thrusts, harder thrusts, your breasts bouncing along with the rest of your body and making you feel filthy, indecent. Amazing.

You lean in for a kiss, and Aaron turns it into something deep and decadent, delicious; you pass moans back and forth, holding tightly to him, the both of you breaking a sweat even in the cool air. You’re so close, so close to the ultimate pleasure you felt with his head between your legs, and you can hear your moans change, eager, needy things.

“Aaron please. Please.” You take his face in your hands, look into his eyes, bounce on him and kiss him and plead for release against his lips, and he holds you so tightly and climaxes, spilling inside you and pumping up into you, breathless.

“Oh, good girl, you did that. You made me come, baby. Not so innocent anymore, are you?” You shake your head—you don’t feel innocent anymore, you feel good, you want more, want to chase the feelings you’ve felt tonight, including the one still building inside you. “Now let’s get you off. I want to feel it.” He digs his fingers into your hips, so hard you think it might bruise, but in your heightened state of arousal it just feels good; you keep moving until your orgasm takes control of you, makes you grip his hair hard in your fingers and slam yourself down on him.

“Yes, yes, mmm.” He brings a hand to your face, softly catches your jaw, and guides you to make eye contact while you ride him through it until you are both spent, sinking against the bed. He sweeps his hands over your body, kisses you softly, and you melt at his touch. “That was so incredible. Thank you.”

“I told you, you don’t have to thank me. I wanted to take care of you; been wanting that for some time,” he admits easily, touching your cheek. “I’m just glad I could give you a good experience after the bad one.”

“Good doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Your voice is light, low, because saying things like this, talking about sex, is still so new to you. “I love being here for you, helping you with Jack, and anything else you need. Do you think you’ll want or need me like this again?”

“Oh, I don’t see how I could do without, if it’s something you want. Although I may have to return that swimsuit. It is pretty indecent,” he says with a somewhat guilty smile.

You figured as much, and for the first time tonight you feel very confident when you say, “No, I think I’d like to keep it.”

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Sapnap: Fluff Alphabet

cc!Sapnap x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: just swearing

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A is for Affection (How do they like to show affection?)

sapnap would give you so many compliments omg. he loves making you all smiley and blushy :) he just wants to make sure that you are always aware of the fact that he thinks you’re the most perfect thing to ever exist

B is for Bond (What kind of bond do you guys have? What could your relationship be labeled as?)

the best friend couple!!! sapnap tells you literally everything. any drama going on or any strong emotions he’s feeling, you know about it. most of the time, the second something happens his brain immediately goes “omg i have to tell y/n”. you guys always complain about the same things and get excited over the same things. you are genuinely one of the most important people in his life and he doesn’t know how he’d do it without you.

C is for Comfort (How do they comfort their s/o?)

he will literally drop everything just to hold you and not speak for like hours if you so needed. he strikes me as a naturally comforting person to the people he really cares about so I say he gets an A+ in this department

D is for Dates (What are dates with them like?)

dates with sapnap are either really chill or super fun. he’s the type of guy that would take you to play laser tag or to an arcade or a trampoline park. he’s like a little kid i love sapnap :3

E is for Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

he’s a pretty expressive person when it comes to certain things. at the very least he definitely wears his heart on his sleeve a little so it isn’t hard to tell even if he does try hiding stuff. and like I said he tells you everything.

F is for Fiancé (How long into the relationship before they propose?)

I feel like he’s so young and he really just wouldn’t be thinking about that too seriously for awhile. like he loves you and you guys have talked about having a future together but he isn’t in any rush at all. hell just do it when he feels is the right time not matter how long it takes.

G is for Gentle (Are they gentle?)

it depends on the situation. he’s definitely the type of guy to pick you up from a super comfy position and just body slam you on the bed. but if he can tell you’re not in the mood to play around like that he’ll just sit down and hold you, so yeah he can be gentle. but most of the time be prepared for playful fist fights and getting picked up and thrown every now and then lol.

H is for Hand Holding (How do they like hand holding?)

sapnap always holds your hand. in fact he makes an effort to search for it whenever you aren’t holding hands. and sometimes he’ll even get whiny about it especially with like a lot of people around he’ll be like, “babe, why aren’t you holding my hand :( what if I get lost how are you gonna find me this place is big”

I is for I Love You (Who said “I love you” first?)

he did !! the first time sapnap said “I love you” was probably one of his most confident moments. he was so proud to be able to say it and so sure of himself and his feelings for you.

J is Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

YES OH MY GOD. he gets super jealous and it’s so easy to tell omg. his attitude starts to get like super bad and he is very clearly annoyed by the situation. he won’t ever be too overbearing about it and if you ever feel like he is once you sit him down and explain that he’ll back off a bit. but he’s still gonna be bothered by it so just always remind him that he love him and no one else.

K is for Kiss (What’s kissing them like?)

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IM ACTUALLY GOING TO BE DESCRIPTIVE SO IM SORRY IF ITS CRINGE. anyways, he’d be a pretty deep kisser but not like full on making out every single time. he just likes to make them last and he isn’t one to just give you random kisses all throughout the day so it always feels special. kissing him makes you feel all warm and happy inside.

L is for Love Language (What’s their love language?)

sapnaps love language is quality time or acts of service!! i’d say mainly quality time. even while long distance he just likes having you on call while he does stuff or even just complaining to you about how tired he is while actively not going to bed so he can keep talking to you lol. he just likes having you around it’s a huge comfort for him. i say acts of service because he would get so giddy and happy anytime you did something special for him. he would show it off and brag about it forever and it would genuinely mean so much to him aahhajdxh i love sapnap

M is for Memories (Their favourite memory with their s/o?)

For your first time seeing each other irl, sapnap flew to where you live and you guys spent a whole week together. his favorite memories are definitely from that first week of seeing each other in person. of course you guys already had an amazing relationship while long distance, but there’s something so different about finally meeting the person you’re with in real life. it felt like he had to start over from scratch and you guys had to get to know each other all over again. also the idea of now having to build a physical bond. it was just such an amazing and beautiful experience. definitely the one that made him realize he really is in love with you.

N is for Nicknames (Their favourite nicknames given and received?)

IM SO BAD AT THINKING OF CUTE NAMES USHSJDH. probably just babe tho lol. for fem!readers, i can totally picture him using princess in a slightly sarcastic tone.

O is for Open (At what point do they start opening up to you about their life and feelings?)

mmm i’d say he actually starts opening up to you pretty early into the relationship. If you guys were like really close friends before hand he’s definitely already opened up to you. He doesn’t really have that many people in his life that he doesn’t trust.

P is for PDA (Are they into PDA?)

not really but he isn’t like super shy about it if that makes sense ??? like he’s 100% fine with hand holding, hugging, and light pecks when saying hello or goodbye.

Q is for Quiz (How much do they remember about you?)

I don’t think he really tries to remember stuff but he just does and he’s always making connections to you and things he sees and stuff it’s so cute :)

R is for Romantic (How romantic are they?)

he tries but he isn’t exactly the most romantic boy. like I said before you guys have a best friend type of connection so when it comes to romance he doesn’t go too above and beyond because he just doesn’t feel like he needs to. but on special occasions he will do something nice for you. He likes taking you out places !!

S is for Security (How protective/possessive are they?)

very much of both. once again, total sapnap vibes. i’d say he’s a lot more possessive than protective. he would never stop you from doing things like going out without him and having guy friends or making flirty jokes. he trusts you so much partly cus he’s a little narcissistic LMAO. but when a serious threat comes about he can get kinda crazy.

T is for Try (How much effort do they put into the relationship?)

GAAAAAA HE PUTS SO MUCH EFFORT IN!! you would probably be like his first ever serious partner so he would try his best at literally everything. in the beginning of the relationship you could totally tell how nervous he was at times but as you guys got more comfortable he just became an effortlessly amazing bf

U is for Uphold (How do they show you they’re proud? What kind of support do they give you?)

he talks about you so muchjahsjxjxh mostly to dream and george or on stream and he brags about you too. he can get pretty cocky about it but his friends can’t get mad because it’s literally adorable how whipped he is.

V is for Vaunt (Do they like to show off?)

YES OF COURSE !!! it’s sapnap guys…come on. literally any little accomplishment you make is turned into a way bigger deal than it should be because of him. he’s so proud of for literally just existing and he talks about all the cool stuff you’ve done all the time

W is for Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon.)

you guys really like going to different food places and eating different items compared to other places. THIS IS SO RANDOM LMAOO but like…sapnap would definitely have fun doing that

X is for X-ray (How well can they read you and your emotions/feelings?)

mmm he can usually tell if you’re acting strange or being distant. he cant always figure out exactly what’s wrong but he knows it’s something and he would confront you about it like almost immediately or whenever he thought would be a good time for you

Y is for Yearning (How much do they miss their s/o when they’re gone?)

he literally talks about you non stop when you’re apart. and when you guys are on the phone he comes up with all these plans for you guys to do when you see each other again and he always wants you to join vc on his streams if you can. in conclusion he misses you like crazy

Z is for Zebra (What kind of pet would they want with their s/o?)

A CAT!! or like a bearded dragon lol.

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS HAGSKDHD

school is literally kicking my ass so hard man 😔

i’m gonna try to write more, working on a karlnap weed fic rn too LMAO

I’m taking a major creative writing class rn so between writing for school and writing for tumblr i am so drained but i promise i’ll get back into the swing of things soon :)

love you guys, thank you for everything and stay safe <333

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