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aftgficrec · 13 hours

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oh i caught you open! can we get some either andrew & kevin or neil & kevin being best friends and supporting each other? i feel like they're not explored enough and the potential is right there :)

Luckily, Kevin and Andrew’ friendship is a topic the fandom is pretty interested in. So much so that we’ve split this ask. In this post we’re concentrating entirely on Andrew and Kevin, Neil & Kevin’s friendship will be addressed in another ask. - S

Some previous recs:

Andrew & Kevin’s friendship here

Kevin & Andrew’s relationship here

Kevin as Andrew’s best friend here

Kevin’s friendship with Andreil here

‘Where The Wild Things Are’ here

‘I know that you'll come if you want’ here

‘N for nebulous’, ‘And Then There Was One’ and ‘Wear it to Eden's’ here

‘Reckless’ here

‘Trust Me’ here

‘Searchlights’ here

‘fugue in red’ here

splinters beneath our nails by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 3719 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew hasn’t decided what to do about Kevin Day. A few days ago, he’d have said that Kevin was dead to him. If things had gone differently, that might still be true. Today, he walks up to the car and throws open the door.

Not again by LetThemCuddle [Rated G, 698 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew circled the stony striker when silence answered him. “Hello? Anybody home? The answer is yes, a lot of nobodies, just one is missing. I’ll give you three guesses.” “Pass.” “Never took you for a quitter. This is quite refreshing.” The goalie quipped, lighting a smoke. “Come on, the cars’ still running.” “I’m going to stay here.” Kevin’s quiet voice echoed through the abandoned stadium. Somber, lacking the usual spiteful energy he towed.

right on time by dayurno [Not Rated, 10915 words, complete, Aftg Mixtape Exchange 2023]

"Has your Butcher called back yet?" Oh. “No,” Kevin replies, frowning slightly. “It’s understandable. He is a busy man.” “Kevin Day making excuses,” pulling away, Andrew puts down, “at this rate, you might just write his name on the margins of your books with hearts around it.” “What? No, why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” Kevin gives him a perplexed look. “Andrew, do you think I like the Butcher of Baltimore?” Alternatively, when the Butcher of Baltimore issues an order for his subordinates to bring him his childhood idol, he forgets what his choice of career entails. Kevin would hold it against him if he didn't find the man so fascinating.

tw: (accidental) kidnapping

Rescue Me by Demiwitchwoodwalker [Rated T, 4564 words, complete, 2022]

“I can protect you, from him and yourself,” Andrew said in a tone Kevin couldn’t quite place after a long moment filled with nothing but the muffled noise of the game playing on Kevin’s laptop. “I can help you stay instead of running further or back.” Kevin stared at him then, finally letting himself actually look at him, and the same feeling from before returned, feeling like a hand clenched itself around his lungs and heart. He pushed his laptop closed, the game’s audio abruptly cutting off, and turned slightly to face Andrew, whose expression had shifted back into the grin that seemed to constantly be present in the day and whose eyes looked almost dead. Kevin’s lips parted, words rising in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t get them past his tongue. How was he supposed to do this? The memory of Andrew the night before floated through his mind again, when he was as close to sober as he could get, more vulnerable than Kevin felt he’d ever seen a person despite the fact that Kevin was the one halfway through a breakdown. "Why?" --- Aka, how Kevin and Andrew make their deal. (Potential triggers are listed in the tags, please be careful!)

tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

The Tide by zoeellendraws [Rated G, 20473 words, complete, 2022]

Kevin and Andrew participate in a showcase that could make or break their ballet careers and discover a promising new talent in the process. Or Mysterious Ballet AU

tw: implied/referenced violence

I came for the safety (stayed 'cause you made me feel) by Charcoalll [Rated M, 4621 words, complete, 2021]

“Day? We’re gonna get you out of here okay? Minyard’s gonna make sure you get out of here and down to the bus” Kevin looked over Wymack’s shoulder where he could see the figure of the small blonde man. Kevin nodded, how could he do anything but nod? These people were sticking out their neck for him in a way he couldn’t remember anyone doing before. No words could ever describe his thankfulness. Or: A little glimpse into Andrew and Kevin's relationship before, during and after AftG.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse

biting down by vincevangothh [Rated T, 2257 words, complete, Aftg Exchange 2017]

kevin learns that in order to understand something, you have to allow yourself to learn, and talks to andrew about neil. '“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it. “Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?” It's a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.” “Deal.”'

Reasons by orphan_account [Rated T, 1895 words, complete, 2016]

“You took me with you when you recruited him,” Andrew muttered, but he knew Kevin was listening. They both knew that it was the closest Andrew could get to a thank you, so they both kept quiet. A list of the times Andrew met Kevin, interwoven with the list of times Andrew met Neil.

Kevin, Andrew and their friendship by @andrews-jort-loving-pipe-dream [tumblr, 2023]

“Why are we here?” “I'm here because it's Josten's birthday next week. You're here because you can't be alone.”

Andrew and Kevin watching a movie together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare. by @foxesbettingpool [tumblr, 2018]

He’d been up the majority of the night, wasting away on a bean bag chair with textbooks, papers, and a mountain of notes surrounding him.

tw: nightmares

Future Andrew & Kevin hc by @thepalmtoptiger [tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Kevin stay close friends after leaving the Foxes and going pro.

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man hc by @palmettofoxden [tumblr, 2017]

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man at his wedding and Andrew just stands up and walks out of the room without answering or even reacting.

Art

andrew & kevin brotp edit by @mint-and-memories

Andrew and Kevin meme art by @foxhole-doodles

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merlinfic · 1 year

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You Have To Chase It

Author: arthurandhisswordbros

Rating: M

Setting: Modern AU, Post 5x13

Word Count: 41,938

Summary:

“Oh, I don’t know who he really is—no one does,” she says. “Although, some people think he’s probably a grad student doing some avant-garde project for a thesis or something. Others think the whole account is just an elaborate advertisement for Budweiser.”

Arthur doesn’t understand most of what she just said but nods anyway.

Squinting her eyes, she gauges his confusion regardlessly. “It’s someone pretending to be the famous sorcerer. See here, this is his most recent tweet.” At Arthur’s odd look, she clarifies, “It’s like a message that everyone can see.”

@asorcerersays: Guys why did he have to be so hot and like,,,funny? Like it’s been forever and I still miss him. He was pretty dumb though.

Arthur knows his face must look disgusted. “For everyone to see?”

Or, Immortal!Merlin goes on Twitter to complain about his dead king. Unrelatedly, Arthur joins Twitter.

Comments: Oh boy was this fic ever *chef’s kiss* I absolutely loved Merlin and Arthur’s twitter interactions (even though the didn’t realize they were actually talking to each other *cries*). And I honestly loved the original characters and Arthur’s found family he makes. The build up to when Merlin and Arthur finally meet in person!!!! Incredible. Read this fic if you haven’t! You won’t regret it!

#merthur fic rec #merlin fic rec #rating: m #modernau #post5.13 #40k50k #relationship: get together #merlin: immortal #theme: arthur returns #theme: internet and fandom #theme: epistolary #theme: fluff #theme: angst #theme: slow burn #~#mod danielle

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yeehanfrf · 1 year

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Week 2 Recs: Feel-Good Hour

The Week 2 Fic Rec Friday theme was "Feel-Good Hour," or fluffy, heartwarming fics! Here are all the fluffiest fics recommended by the Yeehan community, organized by rating, then alphabetically by title.

General Audience

Blue Roses and Salted Caramel by AsheRhyder [11,135 words] Reccer comment: "Hanzo is the head of a post office and Cassidy is in need of his services."

Hanzo hated Valentine's Day and everything that went with it. This got exceptionally awkward for a man whose courier service saw business triple in the lead up to February 14th.

A series of 'special deliveries' between Mr. Jack Morrison and Mr. Gabriel Reyes drew his attention. Initially, it was because he wasn’t sure if it was the world's most polite form of hate mail or the world's most awkward flirting...

But then there was something about Mr. Reyes' son, Jesse, that kept him coming back...

From Another Room by acrxphxbia [3,822 words] Reccer comment: "I always come back to this because its just so freaking sweet I'll have diabetes"

Jesse and Hanzo have a lazy day together. They play some music. A birthday gift for my lovely wife, Tsol.

Keep You On My Side by maskedhero, radiantsaber [11,438 words] Reccer comment: "I don't know that it's necessarily gooey or fluffy, but I'm pretty sure this is the softest Yeehan I have in my bookmarks."

Hanzo Shimada has loved Jesse McCree for years.

And for years, he remained silent.

A Night of Firsts by KittenzCaboodle [13,752 words] Reccer comment: "I'd like to also rec one of my fics, if it's alright, which is just pure G-rated humor and fluff"

Out of every Overwatch and Blackwatch team member Cole had worked with, Hanzo Shimada was certainly not the worst. He had met ruder folks, meaner folks, and Hanzo was… well, Hanzo was just kinda… there, sitting in the corner, rarely making a sound, like a stray dog that you had let in from the rain that wasn’t sure if a meal or a boot was coming its way next.

Hanzo seemed perfectly content to stay out of the spotlight, pulling more than his weight on missions, assisting around the base when asked, but never going out of his way to do or say much outside of anything related to work. There were only a few souls he even felt comfortable being near - Genji, Ana, and Cole - but being near was a far cry from being relaxed around. - Hanzo agreeing so easily to accompany Cole on a mission in Japan was a surprise, not that Cole minded getting a chance to work more closely with the handsome fella.

It would be one of a few surprises they encountered that night, as they had a night of firsts.

Teen and Up

Dreamlike by mataglap [4,063 words] Reccer comment: "Another one where they meet in dreams and it becomes reality ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱"

Hanzo is used to bad dreams, and he never would have expected that a good dream would end up haunting him the most.

A Good Time is Free by cocoabunny [2,385 words] Reccer comment: "this fic is so much fun and has the distinction of being perhaps the only fic tagged both 'assassination attempt' and 'fluff' I've ever read"

McCree and Hanzo are sent on an undercover mission to assassinate a bad, bad dude—except they mess up and get trapped in a mall overnight. How did two professional ex-assassins manage to get locked in, and how are they going to cope without murdering (or passionately kissing) each other?!

Just Once by Vimeddiee [2,534 words] Reccer comment: "sugar sweet fluff"

Cole dreams that he’s kissing someone.

Respite by CommonNonsense [5,732 words] Reccer comment: "This one is a delightful read. I enjoy how the characters are written!"

He freezes for a moment before he finally hazards a look down. Hanzo has apparently nodded off, lulled into a doze by a sake with a frankly alarming alcohol percentage, and managed to tip into McCree before he could fall over.

Honestly? Not the first time someone’s done this to him.

It is the first time that McCree hesitates, though.

you give me the most gorgeous sleep by JeziBelle [1,537 words] Reccer comment: "I've only finished one yeehan fic ever and it's cotton candy (and also contains my favorite weird Southern turn of phrase I've ever written). In hopes that attention will make me write again, I humbly submit it here."

It's not that Jesse's particularly fond of waking up alone, but he's more than happy to settle for however much Hanzo is willing to give him.

Which makes for more than a little confusion the morning he doesn't.

Mature

four days by feyhound [23,869 words] Reccer comment: "Now, if you're into pretend/fake relationship fluff like I am, PLEASE read this. It's an old favorite and I come back to it every time I need a serotonin boost."

“I have an embarrassin’ favor to ask of you,” Cole says.

Hanzo stares at him expectantly, a single brow arched. “And what is that?” he asks.

“Y’see, my family might currently be under the impression that I’m bringin’ home a date for a few days next week. And, the thing is, I don’t really have one. So, I’m currently S-O-L and would really, really appreciate it if you came home with me for a few days and, uh. Pretended. To be my boyfriend.”

He stares down at his plate and jabs a fry into the enormous puddle of ketchup gathered in the center of it. If only the fry could be his hypothetical four-day boyfriend, he thinks; it would save him an enormous amount of embarrassment. It would be tastier, too.

[ Or - Cassidy desperately needs a fake date to bring home to his family, and Hanzo never does anything half-assed. ]

Like that guy in the Odyssey by vaguely_concerned [5,924 words] Reccer comment: "not quite gooey, but as fluffy as it can reasonably get and incredibly heartwarming"

In which a pair of wanderers return home — some slice of outlaw life!

Never Say Never (say how you feel) by fishpoets [5,402 words] Reccer comment: "one of my favorite tropes, and very sweet to boot!"

A list of things Jesse McCree has never done:

- spent the night with a lover without having sex - kept a lover for more than a handful of encounters - had a friend-with-benefits he actually considered a friend - or had a lover he actually loved.

There's a first time for everything.

Explicit

Have and Hold by t_pock [2,716 words] Reccer comment: "This one also has smut but it's so fluffy and so heart-warming... yeehan marriage 🥺❤️"

Jesse always thought there’d be a firefight on his wedding day.

And that's a wrap on this week! Thank you to everyone who sent in a recommendation! Keep an eye out for next week's theme: "Right on Time," or modern/contemporary AUs.

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 1 recs here or preview upcoming themes here!

#yeehan #yeehan fic rec friday #yeehanfrf #week 2 #author: AsheRhyder #author: acrxphxbia #author: maskedhero #author: radiantsaber #author: KittenzCaboodle #author: mataglap #author: cocoabunny #author: Vimeddiee #author: CommonNonsense #author: JeziBelle #author: feyhound #author: vaguely_concerned #author: fishpoets #author: t_pock #theme: fluff

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shomixremix · 2 months

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THE ALTAR OF ADORATION ♥︎

recently i've been getting more and more into my zhongli brainrot (even though he's been one of my fav characters since forever lol) so here you all go!!

oh also tysm for over 1k notes, 100+ reblogs and 50 new followers!! you guys are the best <3 i really didn't expect that kind of support on my last post - turns out everyone likes some dragon men!! so i decided to write some more, here you lovelies go!!

tags: Zhongli, female! reader, dragon! zhongli, religious themes, sacrificial offering, smut, fluff, mating, breeding, creampie, monsterfucking

-> you have been chosen as a sacrifice to the great geo lord rex lapis, during a period where everyone believed he was mad at mortals. scared for your life and trembling, you now realize there was another problem troubling lord morax.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

great lord rex lapis roamed the earths and heavens for centuries, ruling the land of geo and its people through the thick and thin. they were very devoted followers, obeying his every wish.

however, the height of his reign has long passed, and people simply stopped caring about their archon. until recently.

crops began to wither, mines dried out, contracts were getting broken left and right - rex lapis has had enough of their careless behavior. his people have disappointed him, and this was a sign of his fury. if something wasn't to change, he would abandon them completely.

the people of liyue decided to recommit to their religion, prepared to offer the geo lord a sacrifice of any kind, just so he'd once again bless them. you, even though born in a time where people lost their respect for the geo lord, have always been a devoted follower, praying to him each day and leaving flowers and beautiful crystals under his statue of the seven.

already being a believer of the geo archon, you were chosen as the ceremonial sacrifice.

while nobody knew where rex lapis resided, the site of the ceremony was chosen to be on mt. hulao. as the crowds of people gathered from all over liyue around the lake on the top of the mountain, you stood in front of them, shaking. while you were a follower of morax, you didn't feel it was right to die for the sins of your people.

"it's time to pay our sacrifise!" yelled one of the townsfolk, holding your wrist in an iron grip as he he slit your palm with a sharp knife. you screamed out in pain as maroon blood dripped down your hand. the man who slit your hand placed a valuable cor lapis stone in it, watching as the orange stone quickly became stained with your red blood.

you held your breath as they placed you on the highest point of the mountain and pushed you off, chanting morax's name over and over.

falling seemed to last centuries, even though it was just seconds. you waited and waited for your body to hit the ground, tightening your hold on the cor lapis and in your head praying:

"rex lapis, if you're here, if you hear my prayer, please, i beg you, save me!"

suddenly, your feel onto something, tightly closing your eyes. was this... death?

you open your eyes and realize this wasn't any kind of afterlife - in fact, you were very much still alive, spread on top of the back of a large dragon. your mortality was confirmed by the sharp pain you still felt in your left hand.

"..r-rex l-lapis..?"

the dragon stayed quiet as you clutched his mane, holding on to him for dear life. he only let you get down once you were inside a large cave, seeming like it wasn't a part of the human world - no, this had to be an adepti realm.

an uneducated mortal maybe wouldn't be certain just who was standing between them, but you knew oh so very well. his goldenish brown scales, the big, honey-colored eyes and the tail which ended in a mosaic of clouds all gave him away. standing before you was the geo archon, the adeptus who saved your life even though you were a peace offering.

he stayed quiet, removing you from his back like it was nothing and moving to a completely different side of the cave, laying down on the cold ground with his back turned to you.

he was in no mood to talk, you knew, but you had to thank him for saving your life.

"lord morax..?"

he grumbled in response, steam coming out of his large nostrils.

"i cinserely thank you for saving my life... i was supposed to be a mere sacrifise, yet you still showed me mercy.. i.. just, thank you so much.."

the second the word "sacrifise" leaves your lips rex lapis perks up, turning to you with frantic eyes. he grabs your hand to inspect the still slightly bleeding cut, tearing a piece of your skirt to wrap around your wound as a bandage. morax tightly ties it, then quickly moves from you.

"it should stop the bleeding," he grumbled low, never turning to look at you, almost as if he was completely uninterested, "i will bring you to the villege tomorrow, little mortal. now sleep. your body needs rest"

how could you rest after such a traumatic experience? after almost having your life, all your hopes and dreams, unfairly thorn from you?

"no, i.. i can't return! they will all know that i failed, that i wasn't the sacrifise they all needed to save liyue from your punishment!"

morax huffs, his tail hitting the ground with a loud thump.

"then you can tell them all that i do not wish for a sacrifise. spilling innocent human blood is not only unecessary but also completely repulsive to me."

your eyes widen as he says this, your body instinctively moving a little closer to him: "you.. do not wish for a sacrifise, my lord? then how should we repay you for our sins? how can we ever make you forgive us for losing our faith in you..?"

rex lapis growls lowly, his body tightening like he was in some kind of discomfort or pain.

"the lack of my blessing isn't for the reasons your kind believes," he growled, "i'm not upset at you humans. now sleep." you knew well that that was an order, and an order coming from an archon must always be obeyed. yet, you didn't, scooting closer to him.

"the only thing to be upset about is that they sent you as the offering. how unfair it is to send one of my most devoted followers to die for my amusement.."

you hold your breath, afraid that he was actually considering killing you.

"i've recieved all the little treasures you leave out for me and have heard your every word. you're a persistant little one, aren't you?" even though you couldn't see him, you could feel the smirk on his face.

the knowledge that he has seen and heard how you worship him makes your heart thump loudly in your chest, a pool of pride and flusterness swirling in your belly.

suddenly, morax smells the air sharply, then started writhing on the ground in pain, cursing out a deep yet broken"fuck..!".

"are you in pain, my lord? can i do something to help?" you ask eagerly, wishing to help your saviour.

"move away!" he roared, steam coming out of his mouth. "go to sleep and stop talking to me when i ask, mortal!"

you frigtenedly to as told, laying down on the ground and turning away from him, squeezing your eyes shut. suddenly, you hear little muffled whines and cries coming from him, which immediately makes you look at him again.

his large head is completely flushed red, his lungs heaving up and down quickly. he panted out short little puffs of air, his eyes bloodshot ready and his body trembling slightly. you didn't know what was wrong with him, he acted like some kind of a wild animal in a rut-

"lord morax, are you.. in a rut..?" it was a shameful question to ask the archon, yet your curiosity got the better of you.

he huffed out, more and more in pain with every passing minute. "i haven't... hah... i haven't been in centuries... it's inevitable i go through it every couple of hundred years..."

morax groans, visibly in a lot of discomfort.

"and of course that when i'm in a rut they just have to send me a gorgeous woman as a sacrifice to worsen my state..."

your cheeks darken as he murmurs this, blood rushing to your head.

"how do i worsen your state..?"

"your arousal" he rasps, "i can smell it, little mortal. i can smell you, and it's torture. it pains every muscle in my body to resist you, but i have to; it's my duty"

your heart aches at his words.

"i can help" you breathe, unsure what you were even offering. his sharp eyes turn to you, piercing you with his gaze.

"no", his answer is short but stern, "i could kill you, i could harm you and leave you not remembering your own name. i cannot do that to my most devoted follower. not to you, y/n"

your heart stops, dropping to your feet.

"how do you know my name...?"

he groans as he explains: "i often wander around the mortal world in my human form, to feel closer to your kind... i have met you a couple of times during your prayer at the statue of the seven. i cannot use your pure body to breed when i know how much respect and hope you have in me. it would be betrayal to you, and you would never see me, nor my human form, the same"

"it pains me to see my archon in pain" you whisper as you get closer to the large dragon, your stomach stirring. you gently touch the scales down his back and feel how he shivers under your touches.

"i want... i want to help you, if i can... i want to help you through this.. you have helped me through the darkest points in my life, and even though i don't know who your human form is, i have a feeling i'm close to you even then... i just desire to help you, lord morax..."

"do you even understand what kind of help i need? what i will do to you if you allow me?"

you smile, running your hands through his shiny mane.

"yes, i understand. use me however you like, my lord."

his self control snaps, big paws pinning you down on the ground. he's panting like a dog as he nuzzles his head against your neck, tearing the rest of your skirt off. only left in a pair of underwear and a thin shirt, you tremble under the archon's touches.

"hm.. such a beautiful mortal..." he hums as he tears the rest of your cloth from your body, leaving you completely bare. you try to cover yourself with your arms, yet morax grabs them and pins them by your sides.

his large mouth comes in contact with your skin, licking, kissing and biting as he moved down. morax grazes your skin with his teeth, never biting down hard enough to draw blood from your veins. you had already done your sacrifice, more blood wasn't needed. his tounge moves from your neck to your exposed breast, swirling around your hard nipples, earning a little whimper from you.

then, he moves even lower, nipping at your stomach. he forces your tighs apart, burying his large head to your folds and forcing you to hold on to him by his horns. rex lapis tastes you eagerly, lapping up any slick your body oh so willingly gave him. you moaned and whined as he fucked you with his tounge, making you come almost instantly.

"ohhhh!! m-morax~ ahh..." you moan as he helps you through it, sharply tugging on your sensitive clit with his sharp teeth, always careful not to hurt you.

"celestia" he sighs into your slick folds, earning a tremble from you. "you taste devine, my dear. i haven't enjoyed such a sweet taste in centuries"

he shows you no mercy and continues to eat you out as if you were his last meal, one paw holding down your wrists and the other secured on your hips, not allowing you to move at all. after about three delicious highs he pulls from your frail body with his tounge, you start begging for the real thing. you knew his rut wouldn't be over unless he fucked you, and you were kinda hoping this torterous foreplay would be over soon...

"m-morax... please.." you whimper, squeezing your legs around his snout. he grumbles low, giving one final lick to your greedy pussy.

"i have to loosen you as much as possible so you could even try to take me. preperations can take up to days."

your eyes open wide and your mouth partens. you couldn't wait days to get him to fuck you, and you certainly didn't know how you'd survive days worth of eating out!

"but i cannot wait that long" he smirks, rubbing your outter tighs and ass. in one swift motion he flips you over so you were on your knees, face down and ass up. you feel his length rubbing up on you; even though you couldn't see him, your eyes went wide in shock. you felt how impossibly large he was, both in size and girth, almost being comparable to your legs.

but another thing surprises you - the head of his cock is poking at your tight entrance, but another thing is poking at your ass! you turn your head in shock, and he reassures you.

"i am different than a mortal, my dear"

you let out a loud scream of his name as he harshly thrusts both of his heavy cocks into you. he thrusts as far as he can, entering your cushy womb from how big he is and almost ripping your ass apart. you scream and cry and writhe yet he doesn't budge, letting you get used to him inside you for a few moments before he starts thrusting.

he starts moving without a warning, dragging you back on his cocks. you turn into a sobbing mess as each one of his thrusts so pleasantly tease your g-spot, bullying your tight walls.

"ahh.. ahhh! mphhh! mmphshs! m- mor... ah! ohhh!"

you cry and cry, not even knowing your own name out of so much pleasure. you feel like your holes are completely loose and yet, clamping down on him greedily. he tugs your head back by your hair, snuggling his nuzzle in your neck so you'd hear him better.

"shh, don't cry... you've asked me for this, little mortal. you asked to be fucked like this, hm? look at you, so pretty like this. so no need to cry, you will be fine. i allow you as much pleasure as you need. "

you couldn't stop yourself from coming, squirting your juices all over his cock. he watches this in amusement, fucking into you harder and faster. in one moment, he threw his head back in pleasure, making a loud roar.

"fuck, y/n..." he groaned as you hiccupped your sobs, finally giving a harsh, last thrust and stilling inside. you felt an impossible amount of warmth spread through your body as he filled you with seed, spilling a wave after wave of cum in your womb. he had filled you so much that it spilled from you, leaving you entirely breathless.

as soon as he's done he pulls out, letting you fall to the floor. he picks up your limp body, curling himself around you and cuddling you close.

"it's alright, my dear... you did perfect. you were just devine, and you've felt better than anything i've ever felt in all my years. rest, now. i will take care of the rest tomorrow."

your head hazy, your mind fuzzy with pleasure and your eyes heavy, you lay curled against him and finally get the much needed sleep.

the next morning, you wake up with a human, veined arm around your bare waist.

"there you are... you are too adorable in your sleep" a deep voice said from behind you, and you turned around, expecting to see the geo archon.

yet, you were faced with a man you knew all to well - the man you had deep feelings for ever since he first arrived in liyue harbour.

"mr. zhongli?!"

he hums out a laugh, tightening his hold on you.

"yes, if i'm correct, we've met in my human form a couple of times?"

you blush deeply, reminiscing on the few blissful times you talked to him. he was a very handsome, successful young man, with great wisdom and a clever mind - and you admired him very much, so much that you couldn't help but fall in love.

"you look dissapointed... are you not fond of me after finding out who i am?"

he asks, his gaze softening and looking almost saddened. you quickly reassure him:

"no, no, i'm not dissapointed! more like stunned.." you blush and he notices, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

"oh? why is that? i have always assumed we had a fairly good relationship, y/n. you have always been so nice to me"

"i.. i've had feelings for you for quite a while..." you say shyly, almost embarassed of the fact.

his lips curl into a genuinely happy smile, his arms pressing you closer to his bare chest.

"then everything turned out alright"

you smile, but everything suddenly dawns on you - that zhongli seemed to be okay with your feelings for him, that you almost died yesterday as a sacrifice, that zhongli is morax and most importantly, that oh, you fucked the geo archon, in his dragon form no less!

"am i pregnant now..?" you ask quietly, reminded that the act of a rut is mainly to breed and create off-spring. zhongli laughs at your question, leaving a quick peck on your forehead.

"no, most likely not. but you will be, in a few hundred years, once i have to go through this all over again" you almost choke on your own spit as he says this.

"but... i won't be alive in a few hundred years... you will have to find another to help you through this.."

as soon as you mention him sleeping with another woman his face turns into one of disgust, his strong arms gathering your entire body in his hold.

"as my mate, you will live as long as i do, and i'm immortal, my dear."

"your mate?!"

"yes. by helping me through my rut, you have become my mate. of course, only if that's what you wish" he says, pressing a loving kiss to your eyelid. "and do not worry, my dear, dragons mate for life"

he almost purrs into your warm skin, making a referance to what you said about him sleeping with another woman.

"...being your mate.." you sigh, cuddling into his chest.

"it's like what you humans call "relationship" except a stronger bond, sort of an unbreakable contract between the two of us. a forever promise of care, love and loyalty."

"i think i would like that" you humm into his chest, "but, let's take it a little slow?"

he kisses you full of warmth, his hands soothing your sides.

"of course, my dear. i will take you on a proper date when we get back. for now, just lay there and let me thank you properly for your help last evening..." he sighs as he kisses your shoulder over and over again.

yesterday at this time of day you were supposed to be nothing but a sacrifice to the geo lord, and now here you were, getting your body worshiped by him, forever safe and secure in his arms as his mate.

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luvjunie · 5 months

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miles “i got it” morales earth 42 miles 591 words

Between the both of you, Miles is always the first to stand up when the bell rings at the end of class. With all the textbooks you bring to school, he knows your backpack is just one mechanical pencil away from hitting a ton and for that reason he never lets you carry it yourself. In fact, he makes it his mission to pick it up before you do. With his own backpack on one shoulder, he’ll watch for the exact moment you’re done tucking your supplies away just to interrupt you as you’re mid-reach so he can scoop it up into his free hand by the top handle.

“I got it.”

Miles always pays for you guys’ dates. You knew this wasn’t abnormal when it came to relationships, seeing as he’s the guy, you’re the girl, and that’s just the ‘societal norm’ or whatever. It’s how your dad told you a male should treat the girl he’s with, and based off how Miles acts, you assumed his own father had given him the same speech as well before he passed. But even when you two take a stroll to the corner store to pick up some cheap snacks for a study session—the total coming out to as little as $4.37 for some sunchips and sour gummy worms—he still won’t let you pay.

He’s already getting his wallet out before the cashier can read the total off. And when you try and protest, he’s all—

“I got it.”

When your laces have come undone and you hadn’t noticed.

“Ma, your shoe’s untied.”

You’ll stop in your tracks and look down at your loosened laces, prepared to hand your phone off to him so you can bend down to tie them, and like always—

“I got it.”

When the pizza you ordered an hour ago finally shows up at the door and you get the ‘arrived’ notification on your phone—which he’s already seen because he’s always looking over your shoulder as you scroll your time away on tiktok, watching them with you as an excuse to be all up on you—you can bet your life on what his response will be.

“I got it.”

You knew he only wanted to be a gentleman, but at this point, you were convinced ‘I got it’ was his middle name instead of Gonzalo.

For a while now, Miles has felt like he has to take responsibility and do everything even when something isn’t asked of him, and you wanted him to know that same sentiment didn’t have to apply to the two of you. So you started trying to beat him at his own game.

Brushing past him and rushing down the concrete steps of his apartment building to make it to the passenger side door and open it for yourself before he can.

Keeping your backpack on the opposite side of your desk so you can have the chance to pick it up before him, even if it earns you a subtle glare each time. And while some days it really is too heavy for you to carry—heavy enough to make you question exactly what point you’re trying to prove here—you remain determined.

Having cash ready and smacking it down on the peeling countertop of the bodega before your snacks have even been rung up, and regardless of how insane you look and how the clerk squeezes his face at you to confirm that, the triumphant grin you give Miles (who’s struggling to contain a smile of his own) doesn’t falter.

“I got it.”

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡#ayyy two posts in one day #i literally don’t even have a theme anymore i jus be doin shit #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse headcanons #miles morales x you #miles morales x fem!reader #across the spiderverse fanfiction #miles morales x reader #prowler miles fluff #earth 42 miles headcanons #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales fanfiction #only put reader’s words in pink to differentiate

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dominicfikue · 1 month

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⃗ ❪ ATTENTION SEEKER ! ࣪ ❫ — m. sturniolo

starring. brat tamer!matt & spoiled!reader. | wc. 2,164

includes. smut. unprotected sex. oral ( m!receiving ). reader being the biggest brat in los angeles. semi-public sex? pet names. cutsie domestic stuff at the start. orgasm denial. dirty talk. daddy kink. that’s it … i think

storyline. you let your words get a little too reckless towards matt. what happens when he finally puts you in your place?

⌖.˚◌ to say you’re spoiled is an understatement. matt gave you any and everything you wanted without question. you had all the latest purses , any expensive makeup product known to man, clothes on top of clothes. he pays for your hair appointments, your nail trips, everything. name it and he’d buy it with no hesitation. he makes it his mission that you know nothing but princess treatment. he’d do anything for you. all for his angel.

the cool morning air that seeps in through the cracked window hits your bare body as you flutter your eyes open. you snuggle further into the brunette next to you, his arm draped over your waist. you place wet opened-mouth kisses on his shoulder causing him to stir in his sleep. matt lets out a groan, his eyes fluttering open just like yours did a couple seconds ago. when his eyes land on you, a sheepish grin takes over his features as he pulls you in closer.

“good morning princess. you sleep good?” his morning voice deep and raspy. you mumble a soft “yes” against his chest, your fingers drawing hearts on his skin. you both sit in comfortable silence, the birds chirping outside quickly becoming the only noise. after a while, you speak up. “you got any plans for today?” you question , tilting your head up to look at him. matt licks over his dry lips before answering. “yeah, i gotta run some errands. you wanna come?” he mumbles as he presses a kiss onto your plump ones.

your freshly manicured acrylics find their way into his curls , softy scratching at his scalp. he lets out a sigh , his eyes trained on yours. you nod your head to answer his previous question as you get out of bed , your naked body on display. matt’s lips curl into a smirk before he sits up on his elbow and reaches over to connect his hand with your left ass cheek. you yelp in surprise as you turn around to give him a glare. he throws his hands up in surrender before laughing and throwing his head back into the pillows.

⌖.˚◌ bodies by dominic fike echoes from the television as you sit at your vanity , applying a clear gloss to your perfectly lined lips. the smell of marijuana fills up your nostrils as matt walks into your shared bedroom. you glance up at him through the vanity mirror as you dust your bake off. he stands over you in a plain white tee and a lit blunt in between his lips. the two of you make eye contact as he takes a drag from the drug.

“you look good. fuck… a little too good.” he says lowly, taking the blunt into his other hand to grab your jaw and lean down to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss, the gloss you just applied to your lips all over his now. when he pulls away, you give him a pout.

you had finally perfected your makeup and he comes in here, all sexy and high, ready to ruin your art. it’s not fair. he seems to catch onto what you’re trying to say because he takes his thumb to carefully wipe off the lip gloss that dripped down your chin. he mutters a quick “such a baby.” before sitting on the edge of the bed , continuing to smoke on the blunt. you once again place the clear gloss on your lips before getting up from your seat.

you have on a brown fresh love set with your panda dunks , the shoes going with everything. you quickly spray on your favorite perfume and put on your accessories before matt tells you it’s time to go as he puts the weed out. you look at yourself one last time in the mirror before walking out to the car with your boyfriend.

⌖.˚◌ seven hours. you and matt had been out for seven hours. when he said errands, you didn’t think he meant around the word tour. so far you guys have been to the car wash, best buy to get a new camera, the car dealership to get an oil change, best buy again to get something for his gaming set-up. i mean, the list could go on for days. as much as you loved being around him, this was not fun at all.

you guys walk into target, matt on the hunt for yet another thing you couldn’t remember. you drag your sore feet against the store floor, trying to keep up with matt. your lips are stuck in a permanent pout as you whine. matt turns around to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “what’s the matter? hm?” he asks, scouting the shelves for his mystery item.

“my feet hurt. i just wanna go home and sleep.” you pray that he gives in and bring you back to the apartment. unfortunately, he does the complete opposite. “i’m almost done, alright? just be patient for me.” he gives you a sympathetic smile before continuing his search. you roll your eyes before pulling out your phone and opening tiktok.

the first video that pops up on your for you page is a girl trying out a new blush. the perfect dusty rose color. you’re running out of the one you have at home so why not hurry and get a new one? you walk a couple steps over to matt who is yet again, looking at the shelves and glancing down at his phone. you tug on his t-shirt to catch his attention. “can we please go to ulta? pretty please?” you beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. he immediately shakes his head.

“you literally just said your feet hurt. no not today, baby. maybe tomorrow.” he explains. you feel like you’ve been stabbed in the chest. first, he takes you to all these boring places to grab boring things and now, he won’t treat you to the blush of your dreams? he’s so evil. “but why? why can’t we just go, matt?” you pester. matt lets out a deep sigh, rubbing a hand over his face.

“because i said no. don’t ask me again , y/n.” he says sternly. you groan loudly before crossing your arms over your chest. the pout from before becomes even deeper now. bratty tears start to pool in your eyes as you sniffle to try and keep them in. you knew you were acting like a child but you didn’t care. it just wasn’t fair how you always had to listen to him. so instead of communicating like a human being, you cry and stomp in the middle of target. if you weren’t getting this blush, you were making it everyone’s problem.

the look on matt’s face is unreadable as he watches you have your temper tantrum, silently waiting for you to finish. when you find yourself still complaining after five minutes, he takes it upon himself to interrupt you. “are you serious right now? get your fucking act together.” he whisper shouts. another five minutes pass and you’re still crying. he slams the object in his hand back down onto the shelf before harshly grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the exit.

when you get outside, you squirm against him as you try and get him to let go of you. him obviously being stronger than you makes this severely impossible. as you walk to the car, you can feel the anger radiating from his body. he swiftly opens the passenger side before throwing you inside, not caring if you hit your head. “fucking attention seeker.” he says under his breath. he quickly makes his way towards the driver side before getting in, starting the car and driving away.

⌖.˚◌ this was the worst car ride imaginable. there was nothing but pure silence. he didn’t even bother turning on the radio. he hasn’t looked at you once since he got in the car. usually he’d rest a hand on your thigh but not tonight. his arm laid on top of the console, not daring to move anywhere near yours. the vein on the side of his neck got more and more visible as the minutes passed. you couldn’t lie, he looked sexy.

you tried to ease the tension by letting your hand rest in his lap , inching closer and closer to his inner thigh. once he noticed what you were doing, he grabbed your hand and shoved it back into your bubble. you scoff at him, genuinely not seeing any flaws in the stunt you pulled earlier. “i don’t even know why you’re so mad. i’ve been following you around all day and the second i want something, yo—” you’re cut off by matt slamming on the brakes. you thank god that there wasn’t many people in the streets. he pulls over to park before speaking.

“get in the back right now. i swear y/n, if i have to repeat myself.” he mutters. you stare at him for a moment before complying, climbing into the back seat. he quickly follows suit, slightly pushing you over so he could sit comfortably. his hands work on his belt, quickly taking it off and pulling down his pants.

he slips out of his red plaid boxers, jerking himself like he had no time to waste. he grabs the back of your neck, nothing but darkness behind his eyes. “open.” he instructs as he gathers saliva in his mouth. you easily do as he asks, opening your mouth wide enough. he watches as his spit drips into your mouth before pulling you in for a quick, sloppy kiss. you quickly replace his hand with yours, stroking him slowly. he breaks away from your lips to throw his head back against the seat. you get on your knees next to him before leaning down and swirling your warm tongue over his pink tip.

“there ya go. always talking to me like you’re crazy, angel. try talking now.” he breathes out, pushing your head down further onto his length. you gag around him as his large hand keeps you still. he squirms in his seat for a moment before thrusting his hips up into your mouth repeatedly. deep groans and moans are heard from the boy above you as he gets closer and closer to his release.

“s-shit. im gonna cum. y’better swallow it all too. every last drop, you hear me?” he stutters. you try your best to nod around him. he thrusts into your mouth one last time before spilling his seed down your throat. you swallow all he has to give before lifting your head up and flashing him your tongue. he sends you a grin before softly kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue. his hands find their way to the waistband of your sweats, quickly tugging them down. you slump back in your seat to help him.

⌖.˚◌ once they’re finally off, he moves you onto his lap, making you straddle him. the kiss becomes more heated as he moves your pink lacy underwear to the side. he breaks the kiss before looking down and lining himself up with your entrance. he thrusts himself in and out of your velvety walls, his grip on your hip getting tighter. you let out a sigh, the stress from earlier leaving entirely.

“mmm matt. you feel so good! don’t stop.” you moan out. he attacks your neck, sucking dark bruises along the skin. his pace gets more rough by the second, basically knocking the wind out of your lungs. he reaches a hand down in between the both of you to rub your clit in sweet , short circles. “this was all you wanted huh? making a scene n shit so daddy could fuck the attitude outta you?” he shakes his head , faux disappointment on his face. you nod your head but that wasn’t enough for him. “use your fucking words. if you can talk shit, you can answer my question.” he says, his other hand now squeezing your cheeks together.

“mhm, t-that’s all i wanted.” you hiccup as his pace becomes even more relentless. he breathes a “good girl” before letting go of your face. you feel your orgasm approaching, the band in your stomach about to snap. your cunt clenches around him uncontrollably, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips. “gonna cum!” you basically scream out.

“don’t even think about it. you pull some shit like that n think i’m gonna let it slide?” he chuckles, his hips stuttering as he approaches his second orgasm of the night. he stills his movements, his cum filling you up to the brim. tears threaten to fall from your eyes again as he pulls out, pulling his underwear and pants back up. he moves your panties back to their original spot before speaking.

“think before you speak to me, yeah?” he smiles, kissing your forehead before climbing back into the front.

lai speaks. me after pushing the sturniolo stoner agenda… IM SORRY I HAD TO!!! i kinda actually hate this fic but who cares. i pray you can’t tell that i stopped trying at the end 😭😭😭. also honorable dominic fike mention …. i was gonna put she wants my money but we are not gold diggers over here!!!!

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blueicequeen19 · 9 months

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Stolen & Stuffed

Warnings: public humiliation with a toy, unprotected sex, anal, oral, JJ being a creep 👀🖤

I watch as she stops with a jolt again, squeezing her thighs together as she crosses one ankle over the other. Her hand braces herself on the tree as she grits her teeth with her eyes closed tight until suddenly she straightens again, shooting a dirty look to someone across the party.

Y/N has a toy in and someone is controlling it. I'd bet money on it. And the thought has me harder than I've been in a long time. Especially since I have the sudden urge to claim her while she's horny and desperate before the one with the remote does.

"Need a drink?" I approach her, holding out the cup of beer I just poured from the keg.

"Thanks." She sighs, taking it and downing it as quickly as she can.

"Rough night?" I smirk, taking the cup back when she finishes. Before she can answer, the toy comes alive again because her eyes widen and she grits her teeth as she almost looks at me for help.

"Are you okay?" I half laugh, watching as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other while practically holding her breath.

"I'm--." Her voice has reached a higher pitch until she grits her teeth again, her legs starting to shake. Whoever is doing this is ruthless. She's about to cum in front of me. When she sucks in a sharp breath, the buzzing must stop because she whimpers, letting her shoulders sag as she shoots a glare over my shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" I ask, watching the way her cheeks flush and her tits raise with every rapid breath.

"No." She brushes past me and I smile, smelling her arousal in the air. The rest of the night seems to pass by in a blur as I watch her be tormented over and over again. Never to find her release. My balls have never been more blue and I have a permanent wet spot in my boxers. Why was this so goddamn hot and fascinating?

I don't even realize she's leaving for the night until my legs take me towards her. I lose sight of her until I hear a curse and I glance between two big trucks, seeing her hand under her dress as she tries to yank the toy out. I charge her, removing her hand as I pin her front against a truck door. She's panting, her body trembling with need. I don't even think she's scared.

"Please. I can't take it anymore. Just take it out. Please." She sobs, fisting her dress to reveal her bare ass. Fuck. She's not wearing panties and she's got a great ass.

I keep my forearm against her back as I pull back to examine her, nearly nutting at the sight of the plug in her ass. I wasn't expecting that. Her pussy, yes. But not her ass. This girl just kept surprising me.

"If I take it out, I'm going to fuck it." I growl, pressing my thumb against the jewel. It's not vibrating anymore but the owner hasn't come to collect it yet.

"I don't care. Just do it. Please." A tear trails down her cheek, making me snap. I free my cock in record time before slowly pulling the toy free. I toss it on the ground and quickly reach between her thighs, finding her absolutely dripping. It was running down her thighs and her clit was swollen. Another whine leaves her as I use her arousal to wet my hand then rub it down the length of my cock. I don't waste another minute before pressing inside her pussy, groaning in her ear from the tight fit as she whimpers and curses. She's shaking like a leaf but it doesn't stop her from pushing back against me.

"I'm so close already." She whispers, grabbing the truck mirror for support.

"Good because I'm not going to last very long." I mutter darkly, thrusting into her twice more before pulling out and guiding my slick cock to her waiting asshole.

"Oh--god--." She pants, lifting up on her toes as I push past her tight ring of muscle. The plug readied her but not nearly enough. She was going to hurt tomorrow.

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I growl in her ear, tightening my hold on her waist as I draw her hips back. She hums her anwer, her lips quivering as she pushes back against me, her hair tickling my face as I start to give short, shallow thrusts. I was barely halfway in and about to blow and she wasn't waiting. She was as desperate as I was.

I watch in fasination as she fucks her ass on my cock, faster and faster. I have to clamp a hand down over her mouth as she starts to moan loudly. When I snap my hips forward I feel the moment her body detonates like a bomb. I wrap my arm around her waist as I mold my body to her back, pinning her between me and the truck as I fuck her hard enough to make the truck rock until my knees damn near give out as I cum right along with her.

I don’t stop. I slide my hand down and bury two fingers in her quaking pussy until she’s coming again, her tears wetting my hand. Only when her legs give out do I slow to an agonizing stop, resting my forehead on her shoulder as I stare down to where we are connected.

This was.. other worldly. A whole new high. A greater prize to be stolen. Even if she let me in.

Minutes seem to pass as we try to collect ourselves, my cock still hard inside her while we both pant like we've run a marathon. I slide my fingers over her clit and she jerks, no doubt overstimulated and sensitive. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean of her cum as she shudders against me.

When I finally do pull out and see the cum dripping from her ass, I realize I'm not done with this girl. Not by a long shot.

I spin her around and drop to my knees, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder as she stares at me with dazed, hooded eyes. I was going to own this girl by the time this was over.

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willowser · 5 months

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ooooh.....the angst involved in katsuki finding out you've been kidnapped......

#i said alright that's enoug fluff 🔫#lmaooo no but #when he first realizes it he goes right into hero mode #doesnt have time to even agonize over it bc he's too trained to just do his job #it's not until hours and hours and hours later when he doesnt get any closer to finding you that the panic starts to set in #✿ shut up willow #✿ theme: y/n napped

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pigeonpeach · 4 months

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More Arlecchino Husbandry!

Cw: implied violence or possible violence: FMAB reader! Reader is called mother! Slight yandere themes (not full on though)

summary: continuation of Arlecchino Husbandry with more of a domestic focus

To say the children were estatic to know you would be a permanent member of the house hearth and you are officially their mother is a understatement. They threw a party. Even those you haven’t raised and were already grown when you arrived can recognize your importance both to their siblings and to their father: needless to say you essentially have alot of bodyguards now. Each of those children are determined to keep you safe, both out of devotion and gratitude and because it was Arlecchino’s orders to do so. And so on.

As for Arlecchino she’s quite happy to have you. She keeps you in her office on your downtime, sat nicely on her lap as she goes through paperwork so your presence can keep her calm. Occasionally she’ll press a kiss to your neck. In moments like these you two often don’t speak, rather you may be knitting or reading s book or writting ideas down for fun activities for the kids.

Arlecchino despite her deep affections fory you however is a possessive lover at her core. You’re just so fragile in the grand scheme of things. The children are protectors but if another harbinger decided to pursue you there is little they could do besides awkwardly stand by you. She knows her colleagues too well. She knows they’ll see your big heart as a weakness of hers. She knows you’re her weakness now, and in the eyes of the other harbingers it’s something they could exploit if necessary. So she simply refuses to bring you around them. Besides very few are even good company. The only harbinger you might see is Childe when he is visiting fontaine. He’s friendly to you but respectful knowing the Knave likely wouldnt like it if he was flirty with her beloved. Even so all it took was seeing him in your general direction to make her tense. Shooting him a dirty look as she quickly pulled you to her side and cut the conversation short.

In that case Childe just got glared at and scolded because he is a harbinger, she can’t kill him for something so minor. But if it was someone else who doesn’t have that sort of protection then there’s no guarantee she won’t. I wouldn’t describe this as yandere but simply a part of her job. Again you are her weakness, she cannot risk people possibly taking you from her or using you to get to her. Because that is a legit fear for her to have. So everywhere you go a underling accompanies you. Often the twins. Lynette and Lyney because they’re quite sociable and its easy for you to forget they’re your bodyguards. The children actually are very eager to accompany you because such trips are often like a day out with their mom. Its not uncommon you’ll treat them to lunch and or go shopping with them. This actually works as well because it helps you blend in easily amongst the crowd too. Sometimes you’ll bring one of the actual children with you as a fun activity to reward them for hard work. Often times you take them to get some toys or something special.

These trips are great as well, your motherly demeanor towards Lyney and Lynette often does scare away suitors but if it doesn’t Lyney is quick to intervene. And if the suitor gets aggressive from their rejection then its nothing they can’t handle. If the guards aren’t available then they could always just… kill them you know. Granted you often discourage that with the excuse of wanting to avoid legal troubles. But its a possibility.

Arlecchino herself hardly takes you to balls, she is fiercely loyal to you still, even refusing to dance with others for respect for you. This is both because the kids don’t like when you leave, and again: she doesn’t want you to become a target or too infamous because of her. She wants to keep you safe and protected.

As for gifts you can trust she won’t let you down there. She is a incredibly observant person. She knows the exact flavors, styles, items, and colors you would like. She studies your tastes diligently. It also helps she has dozens and dozens of little informants who also know your tastes. If she notices you seem overworked she books you a luxurious spa session. If she notices you’re a bit insecure them she’ll make it a point to hold you and kiss each curve and crevice of your skin. She knows you don’t have extravagant tastes but you do like things of quality and meaning. And her gifts do have meaning. If you like knitting then she’ll purchase a set of the most soft and vibrant wool. If you like reading then she’ll keep an eye on exclusive or high demand books to get you. if you’re a artist then you can guarantee you’ll never be short on paints and ever work will be framed and displayed proudly.

Also in terms of gifts you are utterly spoiled not just by your husbandwifey but your kids. They bring you trinkets and souvenirs from across the world. Often based on things that remind them of you.

Arlecchino however is a busy woman. As a harbinger she deals with stressful situations and stressful meetings. And as her new bride you do have the expectation of tending to her. My advice is to simply let her lay her head on your shoulder or lap. Embrace her gently and don’t ask for details. More often then not she cannot tell you what exactly has happened but it’s usually frustration from dealing with the other harbingers. Usually the males. You’ve heard her grievances and slander of each male at this point. If you really want to help her relax then just smile softly and nod along. Your compliance and obedience is a well needed relief to her. Then tell her good news of the kids, how their skills have improved, etc.

When you’re upset on the other hand, maybe shaken up from a failed kidnapping/assassination attempt you can bet she’ll come to you quickly. She’s wiling to ditch a meeting if she thinks its that severe. Before she gets to you however, you can bet the kids will also comfort you. Often holding you and fiercely protecting you. When she gets there they leave to give you two privacy and to stand outside to make sure no one comes by. Upon which she will hold you tighter than you’re used to her. Her nails almost digging into your skin as she breathes heavily. She waits till you’re collected to ask for details and assures you the perpetrator will not be spared or shown a slight of mercy. All those involved will be hunted down and eliminated. Until then she will personally keep you by her side. With a voice surprisingly shakey, a sound only you will hear and ONLY you: she proclaims her utter devotion to you. She proclaims that she loves you in a soft voice. This softness and weakness is a rare sight, its only done to comfort you and when she’s quite alarmed herself.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #mild yandere themes #arlecchino x you #arlechinno genshin #knave genshin #the knave #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x y/n #arlecchino #arlecchino is so hot please step on me #domestic fluff #could possibly become outdated or ooc the more is revealed about her #but shhhhhhh #:3

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merlinfic · 1 year

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Find Me In The Future

Author: Malus_sieversii

Rating: T

Setting: Canon AU

Word Count: 97,706

WARNINGS: Violence

Summary:

A few months after Morgause and Morgana's failed coup, Arthur is doing his best to run the kingdom; Gwen is caring for Uther, a broken man, confined to his chambers; and Merlin is still juggling three jobs as manservant, physician's apprentice, and secret guardian angel to a seemingly oblivious prince. As all three grapple with the reverberations of Morgana's betrayal and look anxiously towards the future, the future comes to them in the form of Arthur and Merlin from a decade later, accidentally plopped into their past. Together, they set out to return the pair to their proper place in time, confronting mistakes, secrets, and an unexpected peek into what the future holds. Featuring teasing, arguing, crying, roughhousing, more teasing, innuendo, and a sneaky little horse named Hengreon, join this cast of confusingly named characters for an attempt at humor that became a harrowing emotional journey featuring: Arthur, Uther, Arthur, Merlin, Merlin, Gwen, Gwaine, Gwyn?!, Morgana, and Morgause.

Reader’s Comments: This was such an amazing read, featuring Merlin and Arthur from 10 years in the future showing up on the doorstep of Merlin and Arthur around the beginning of season 4, there are revelations about feelings and magic and all that jazz, plus bonus morgwen! Very very cute and plot-heavy in a good way as the future M&A struggle to get back to their own time.

Thanks to @merthurmagic for sending in this rec!

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introcoryo · 5 months

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— suggestive themes, religious allusions.

sejanus plinth makes love as though he’s praying; practicing a religion he has thoroughly devoted himself to. a religion where you’re the sole deity, and he’s willing to give himself up, his own body autonomy, his vulnerability, as an offering.

sejanus knows wiser than most that a god won’t save anybody now, especially the districts, but his mind becomes clouded and dizzy with belief when he inhales your nectar-like scent and captures your ambrosia flavored lips between his.

first comes adoration. he leaves kisses along the side of your neck with a pleading, whining mantra of ‘please’s, asking permission to worship you. to bask in you. to prove his loyalty.

you don’t need to utter a word, just digging your fingers in his brunette curls is enough gospel and clarity to him.

and so comes confession. he proceeds with his ritual, hands gentle, light, but slow. sejanus is not the type to rush his prayers. he knows the more time he spends on his knees, the more rewards he’ll earn. the more he confesses his sins over and over again to you, the cleaner he’ll become. ridding himself of all his thoughts and letting himself become one with you was his momentary salvation.

then, thanksgiving. when he’s on the verge of losing himself in the feeling of your warmth and mercy, he begins to thank you incessantly. he blathers on about his gratitude, tears forming in his eyes, holding you so tight that his knuckles turn white.

and finally, his supplication also comes in white. as he halts his movements and pants in your ear, he feels rejuvenated again. full of hope. sejanus has given himself to you entirely and wholly, offered up his most primal gift, and he prays and prays to you for the day of deliverance.

#i might expand on this another time #but thg x religious themes mmm #the hunger games #thg #tbosbas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth smut #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth imagine #sejanus plinth fluff

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jyoongim · 10 days

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BLOOD & BLISS

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy, blood, murder, secrets

Chapter four

Chapter Five

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Something smelled.

Every time you entered the kitchen, a putrid scent would assault your nose.

You didnt know where the smell was coming from, but you were determined to find it.

You had cleaned every inch of the kitchen, thinking it was some old food you had failed to dispose of.

But it still lingered.

You followed your nose, trying to locate the smell.

It led you to the cellar.

Did some animal get in and die from the heat? You mentally groaned at the thought at having to find some decomposed vermin and having to clean it up.

You held your reflex to gag as you descended the stairs. God it was rancid.

You didnt even bother to turn on the light as you traveled down to investigate. You looked around and from what you could see nothing was out of the ordinary.

But there was trash bags stuffed in a corner.

Alastor usually did well in making sure the trash didnt overflow, but you guess he had forgot.

Mustve been the deer you thought as you grabbed the bags and tried to move them.

But one bag was all too heavy for you to carry.

You huffed and grabbed at it again, thinking that carrying it at a different angle would help, but the contents of the bag shifted and must have not been sealed properly as something spilled out.

Cold, slimy liquid splashed your bare feet and you cringed.

This was definitely what was causing the smell.

Your stomach did flips as the smell assaulted your senses.

You figured you needed the light and made your way to find the switch.

Now seeing your surroundings clearly, you turned to see where you left the bag and froze.

Red.

That’s what your eyes registered first.

Thick red liquid was leaking out of the bag and when you approached further to the dumped contents your blood ran cold.

Was that a hand?

You felt bile rush into your throat.

There must be some mistake…what was a…a body doing in your cellar?

You shook your head and waddled back up the stairs.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You were frazzled.

You poured yourself a glass of water. Maybe there was an explanation for this. There had to be right?

You took a deep breath. There was a body in your cellar. There was a dead person in your cellar. Could you even consider them a person? The state they were in…

Your eyes drifted to the pot on the stove. You approached the pot and opened it. The beef stew Alastor made. You sniffed it.

It smelled normal.

You picked up a piece of meat and examined it.

It didnt look like any meat you knew.

Your stomach curled as realization dawned on you.

Your husband had fed you human meat…

Your head was in the trash can before you knew it. Throwing up the water you had just sipped.

NO NO NO. NO NONO NO NO

You made your way to your pager, the line beeped and the deep brawl of your husband answered “Honey! Is everything ok? Im kind of busy”

You were panting, shock settling in you “I-I just wanted to know if you could come home straight from work today?”

The man chuckled “Of course dear. Why don’t you rest a bit you sound rattled” you bid him goodbye and sat on the couch.

Theres no way this was happening…

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Alastor quirked a brow when you didn’t come to greet him home.

The house was dimly lite except for the kitchen.

He smiled and found you sitting at the table, rubbing your swollen belly.

”You’re not indulging in a late night drink are you my dear?” He nodded towards the bottle of whiskey and glass in front of you.

You jumped slightly, having not heard him come home.

You quickly gathered yourself and have a shaky smile “of c-course not. I thought after a long week you would like to whine down”

He let out a low hum and made himself a glass.

Alastor noticed how you seemed…nervous.

You didn’t met his gaze and fidgeted in your seat.

”What’s troubling you cherie?” He asked downing the drink.

You wanted to blurt out and question him about the thing in your cellar, but you didnt know how he would react.

You had to wait for the right moment.

So you shook your head with a smile “Baby been giving me trouble that’s all. Didn’t realize how much I missed doing simple things without being out of breathe”

He laughed and leaned to place a kiss on your temple, a large hand over your very big bump. “You should take it easy. I told you you ain’t have to do anything. Just sit pretty and grow our child”

Your heart buzzed.

There was no way your husband, your Alastor was a killer.

Maybe the hormones was making you delirious.

Maybe it really WAS just a deer carcass.

But you were certain you saw right…

”Did you clean today? You know chemicals aren’t good for you to be around. You shouldn’t be putting unnecessary stress on yourself darlin”

You pouted, wrinkling your nose “Something was rotten. You know how I feel about my kitchen Al.”

If you didnt know your husband, you wouldnt have noticed when he tensed up, but as quickly as it happened, it passed.

”Rotten?” He asked, face frowning.

You nodded “I threw out the strew, I think it went bad”

Alastor’s fingers drummed on your stomach and then he shrugged.

”guess Ill have to do better next time” he pulled you up and lead you unstairs to rest for the night.

”Guess Ill have to do better next time” what did that mean?

You had got dressed for bed and settled beside Alastor who pulled you to snuggle into his side.

You let out a yawn, eyes getting heavy “Al?”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he looked over some scripts.

“You would tell me if something was troubling you right?”

He glanced down to see you looking at him.

”Of course dear why?”

You shook your head, closing your eyes

“Nothing just wondering”

Your soft snores filled the room and Alastor let out a sigh as he set down the papers.

He slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

He looked around. While he had made sure to thoroughly clean up his mess, your cleaning was another level.

He sniffed and nothing but chemicals greeted his senses.

Something was rotten

Could you have…

He made his way down into the cellar. Flicking the light on, his eyes scanned the room.

The black trash bags were still in place.

His eyes narrowed noticing the red liquid coming from th bag.

Oh that just wont do.

He hauled the bag over his shoulder and went into the backyard.

Alastor wouldnt let his clean reality be faltered by his sinful deeds.

After all…

you didn’t need to know your husband dirty little secret….

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Hi Jyoongim here !

I am at the point of the story where everything is now about to shit and dont know how long this story will be. Im thinking at least five more chapters (They will be long) but who knows. Blood and Bliss WILL have a second series, but until then…i would like to address something…. The next few chapters will have heavy themes. As a black writer i feel it is important that I show the history of my people and what African Americans had to deal with in the early centuries in the South United States. With that being said; be mindful and open-minded about the themes that will appear in the next few chapters Thank you

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yuyu-bubu · 7 months

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invincibility candy!!!

#kirby #prince fluff #kirfluff #kirby fanart #Nintendo #nintendo fanart #the do's are me trying to write out the invincibility candy theme #all i do i show up every few months abd drop some kirfluff art for everyone that wants it #does anyone here listen to weatherday who here likes emo music who here likes emo i like emo music i think its cool i think its pretty cool

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 6 months

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reader: i hope the deity appreciates my gift, even if all i can offer is my love and care- the deity in question, disguised as a priest who might be developing maybe just a lil tiny crush: UR GOOD DON'T EVEN WORRY ABT IT I BET THEY'LL LOVE IT- REALLY LIKE IT I MEAN THEY'LL REALLY LIKE IT,

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vhagarlovebot · 11 months

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HELPING HAND.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader.

summary: when aemond confides in you that he’s never laid with a woman, you make sure to change that.

content warnings: 18+, canon typical incest, unprotected p in v, curse words, loss of virginity, handjob, cockwarming, praise, inexperienced!aemond, a bit of fluff. block the tag “★. dark themes!” if you don’t want to see my dark content.

note: well, hello ! here’s another one of the works i posted on my old blog and just recently found. i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

BEFORE YOU KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING, aemond’s lips are on yours. you whimper, surprised but quite pleased, because you’d be lying if you say you haven’t thought about kissing him in many different scenarios.

his lips are soft and sweet, but you can tell he is insecure and that is why his movements are sloppy, he keeps his hands away from your body not knowing where to place them; but you need his touch, his warmth, and so you guide his hands to rest on your waist.

you wouldn’t be surprised if you’re the first girl he’s ever kissed.

without breaking the kiss, you move from your spot on the bed to sit on his lap, legs on either side of his body.

“your lips are soft.” you whisper against his swollen lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“yours taste like cherry.” his voice comes out raspy, eyes locked on yours. “i like it.”

yoi cup his cheeks and kiss him again. this time you’re hungry for him, smashing your lips against his own. and he lets you know he likes it holding you tighter against his body as your fingers travel down his head and tug at his hair, tilting his head back to expose his throat you start to suck, intending on marking him right below the collar of his button down.

he gasps, pants tightening. your fingers work fast unbuttoning his shirt, his smooth and pale skin screaming for your touch. you bite down on his neck and he groans, pulling you away.

aemond pupil is dilated, lips parted and red. you shudder at the view, so wrecked just by an intense make-out session. but you want more.

you take your top off, your bra following shortly after, and nod at him to do the same; he’s quick to obey. it’s like he goes into a trance the moment he sees your chest, and you think you can cum just by the sight of him.

“you can touch me.” he makes eye contact for a few seconds, and then lowers his gaze, swallowing. you know he wants you but he’s too nervous to do things on his own, so you help him by guiding both of his hands to your breasts. they’re cold and the friction they create makes you close your eyes and arch your back, palms rubbing against your nipples and hard cock pressing against the fabric of your undergarments.

once you feel he has gained confidence, your hands move slowly over his chest, caressing him softly as you start to kiss his neck. you drag your nails down until they’re at the waistline of his pants and, not wasting any time, you unbuckle his belt.

his jaw drops, taking a sharp breath as he lifts his hips up so you can remove his belt and lower his pants. and when your hand comes in contact with soft flesh, the sound he makes soaks your panties.

aemond squeezes your breasts, making you whine. “easy, pretty boy.”

you giggle, sucking on his bottom lip as you pump his cock. he’s panting, eyes rolled back and desperate. his hands are everywhere on your body, coming to a halt when he lifts your skirt, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass.

aemond whines, thrusting into your hand. “are you close, love?” you ask into his ear, increasing the pace of your hand, while your other hand lifts his chin up. his face is flushed and he’s trying really hard to not let himself go. “i got you, aemond.”

and that’s all he needs to cum in your hand, grasping your waist so hard you know his hands will leave bruises. he groans loudly, and you immediately cover his mouth.

you look at your hand and then at him, who’s resting his head against the headboard with his eyes closed, and you clean it on his chest making a mess between cum and sweat.

“fuck.” aemond murmurs, opening his eyes.

“we’re not finished.” you leave a quick kiss on lips before lifting your hips and moving your panties to the side. “you can take it. right, pretty boy?” he hums, eyes fixed on what he can see of your cunt. “i need you to look me in the eyes and say it.”

aemond gulps and his big violet eye looks at you pleading, the head of his cock brushing against your cunt. “i can take it. please.”

you grab hold of his shoulders, and sink down. slowly. the look on aemond’s face, contorted in pleasure, and the sounds coming out of your mouth creating an intense and seductive atmosphere. he holds you tight against his chest and groans, closing his eye tightly.

“you’re so big.” you whisper, his hands returning to your ass, helping you slide down further.

aemond sucks in a ragged breath as you lift your hips up again, just to sink down completely onto his cock. you move slowly at first, teasing him, wanting to hear him beg, but he sees right through you and squeezes your flesh as he starts thrusting into you. you moan, ducking your face into his neck, trying to muffle those sounds.

“oh my gods, please.” you don’t know what you’re asking for, but is like a praise falling from your lips over and over and over again.

your walls tighten around him and aemond moans so loud you fear someone would hear you, and then you’ll be in big trouble. your hand covers his mouth while you look for something, anything, and your eyes fall on a black leather belt by your side. without saying a word you hold it closer to his lips and aemond opens his mouth not giving it a second thought, blindly trusting you.

“such a good boy.” you say, taking control by lifting yourself up on your knees, fucking him rough. you reach between your bodies to rub circles into that sensitive bud that makes you bite your lips so hard you taste your own blood. “i know you’re close. cum with me.”

you keep grinding on him, tits bouncing with every movement, and it doesn’t take much more before aemond is cumming inside of you, groaning onto his belt, eye closed and a blissful face that sends you over the edge.

you hold your breath, head falling backwards and tights clenching around him. you try to steady your breathing as you come down, legs shaking.

neither of you speaks, all you can hear are your rapid breaths, and when you meet his gaze, he kisses your neck, inhaling your scent. his cock softens but he doesn’t move, and you don’t want to move either, so you stay there; your hands stroking his silver locks. you pull him back to look at him, and you notice that his eye is glazed over and there’s sweat covering his lovely, flushed face. a part of you can’t believe what just happened, but the other part couldn’t be happier. and satisfied.

“can we stay like this for a little while?” aemond asks with a raspy voice and swollen lips, a smile forming on his face. you nod and he buries his face into your neck, arms around your waist while yours are around his neck, rubbing his back.

and when aemond starts to hum a little tune, you know you’re exactly where you want to be.

#📮 ⌇ my works ˖⋆࿐#★. dark themes!#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond targaryen scenarios #prince aemond x reader #aemond x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd x you

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reverbtunes · 1 year

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pepero with skz (1)

➤ summary : playing the pepero game with your best friend; what could go wrong?

➤ pairing : skz hyung line x gn!reader

➤ genre : fluff!!!! and some mutual pining sprinkled in there as well <3

➤ warnings : food (the pepero itself), hints of alcohol in minho’s

➤ word count : 1.2k (250-400 per member; sorry that some are a bit longer than others, i get carried away)

➤ requested !

➤ a/n : thank you so much for the request, they are always so fun to write ksdjkds your brains 🤌✨ flustered hyung line we love it 💪 i was originally supposed to write for all 8 of them, but finals start from tomorrow </3 and i didn’t want to keep anon waiting so! also didn’t want to make this too long kdsjnj the maknae line will be coming as soon as possible <3 stay hydrated!! lowercase intended !

➤ part 2 !

➤ masterlist !

bang chan !

so maybe this was a bad idea, but it might just be too late for thoughts like that. the common, casual, college party game was definitely not meant to go this far. and he was definitely not supposed to be this close to you, his best friend. the feelings had been buried and they were supposed to stay buried. but now, as he looked at you with the chocolate stick hanging out of your mouth, waiting for him to bite the other end, he could practically feel his years-long crush bubbling back up.

“channie? you still there?” you asked teasingly, snapping him out of his nervous daze.

he slowly leaned forward and bit the end of the pepero, and started inching closer to you, taking gradual, small bites. he glanced at your lips and immediately looked back at the stick, flustered by the slight smirk on your face as you bit through your end. at this point, your lips were so close to each other that he could feel your cool breath mingling with his.

just as he was going to break it, you muttered, “we’ve come this far, don’t back out now.”

hearing your comment, chan could practically feel his brain short circuit. all common sense flying out the window, he planted his lips on yours, breaking the pepero mid-kiss. he could hear his friends cheering around the both of you, but it all faded into the background when you kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss, not being able to hide his ecstasy as you giggled against his lips.

the kiss was short and sweet, just like your pepero; be prepared for many more to come.

lee know !

minho knew he was doing something wrong when he agreed to come to one of your friends’ parties. he knew it when he drank his fifth shot. he knew it when people started offering to play games; starting off safe with pictionary, charades and escalating to spin the bottle. he was on a roll that night, winning almost every game, and even managing to avoid kissing anyone for spin the bottle.

but lucky streaks had to end eventually.

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. he really, really liked you. everything about you, from your pretty eyes, to your cute nose, to your dazzling smile. the way you could make his day better just by existing; with a simple text or call. the way you remembered every little detail about him.

he was biding his time with his confession, wanting to make sure that you liked him too before making any sort of move. he wanted to do it right.

but here he was, in front of you, sitting cross-legged with a pepero stick in his mouth, biting along his end as you bit yours. oh yeah, he sobered up real quick, with you so close to him, nibbling on until only a tiny piece of chocolate was left between you two, your lips brushing his.

abruptly breaking the stick, you leaned in and whispered in minho’s ear, “friday at 5, our cafe?”

his head shot in your direction, meeting your eyes that had a glint of mischief and hope in them. a smile slowly spread across his face and he replied warmly, “it’s a date.”

you grinned. that’s my minho.

changbin !

how do you always find yourself in these situations? it isn’t that hard to understand - changbin is your best friend. he respects and loves you as a best friend. oh, you have feelings for him? suck it up, buttercup, they can’t ruin your friendship.

but, god, was it hard to ignore your crush when changbin invites you to the gym, when he cooks for you, when he comforts you on your bad days, and laughs with you on your good ones. yes, you were down bad, and fairly so.

maybe it was wishful thinking to hope that changbin would be your friends-to-lovers, your one and only, yours.

but you were certainly not thinking when you agreed to play truth or dare with your friends on valentine’s day brunch, knowing very well they’d been waiting for you and changbin to get together for the longest time.

“alright! y/n, we dare you to grab a pepero and do the challenge with changbin!”

certainly not thinking.

after many protests from both sides, you and changbin finally agreed to do the challenge, in exchange for ice cream later. you sat opposite one another, your elbows resting on the table, as one hand found its way to changbin’s, seeking for comfort. in the blink of an eye, changbin took a huge bite of the stick and landed his lips straight on yours.

your eyes widened in shock. before you could even react, your “best friend” pulled away and looked at you, mistaking your frozen state as rejection.

“i am so sorry y/n, i didn’t mean to-” changbin started before you pulled him forward by his collar and kissed him, one hand clutching his shirt, while the other was still intertwined with his. your friends cheered, shouts of “finally!” and “it was about time!” falling on your ears.

maybe valentine’s day miracles are real.

hyunjin !

hyunjin just knew he looked like a boiled tomato, shriveled up and red. burning red. he did not know how he managed to keep his cool when you hugged him, when you pouted as he teased you, when you called him at three in the morning for a drive. the universe tested him everyday, but he managed just fine; just so he could see that smile of yours the next day.

but pepero was just pushing it. he physically could not be that close to you and be normal about it. he just couldn’t.

but i can’t back out either that’ll seem lame??? hyunjin thought.

y/n has literally seen you cry over dog pictures, i think we’ve gotten past ‘seeming lame’. another voice in his head said.

he was a hopeless romantic and this was his moment. then why was he so nervous?

“hyunjin? we don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable, it’s just a game,” you said worriedly, going to put the chocolate back in its packet, before hyunjin��s hand shot out and stopped you.

“no, um,” he paused a little, taking a deep breath, “it’s okay, it’ll be fun!”

he hoped he gave off an excited vibe, and not a ‘terrified for my life’ one.

he bit one end of the stick, as you started nibbling the other, going slowly to give him time if he wanted to back out. he knew what you were doing, and his love for you shot up; more than he could have ever imagined. he knew if he didn’t take advantage of this opportunity, he wouldn’t ever make a move on you.

the closer you got, the more sweaty his hands became, the more his heart raced. you stopped just when there was a small piece of chocolate left, enough that hyunjin could bite more, but he’d risk kissing you.

composing himself, hyunjin took the bite. his lips barely touched yours, a feather-light kiss, so delicate that you wouldn’t have even felt it, if you hadn’t been aware of every centimetre of your body when your best friend was around.

it was a kiss of uncertainty, of foreign lands, of unknown concepts, but somehow you knew. you knew in the way hyunjin grasped at your hand when he pulled away; you knew that you would explore these foreign lands together. you weren’t alone.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #bang chan fluff #lee know fluff #changbin fluff #hyunjin fluff #skz scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #thats it thats all i got #these were super fun to write btw i love shy!skz #the header does not match the theme at all send help

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