I need some Theodore nott or Mattheo riddle x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and maybe soft smut and she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-) can it be a longer fic?

its coming i swearrrr 🙏 my fingers are lighting on fire and so are my thighs because the 2015 macbook air i use to write overheats if its on for more than 5 minutes.

i keep rereading it highkey because this request is just 😜😝😩

READ IT HERERERERE!!!!!!!!

HI! I LOVE UR WORK SO SO MUCH!! can I ask for a Mattheo Riddle x fem! reader and they’re best friends but they’ve been in love forever but haven’t admitted it and it’s a slowburn and whenever the reader picks her hangnails bc she needs to fidget he always holds her hands and she gets really really overwhelmed on the first week back to Hogwarts and is really stressed and helps her calm down and handle her feelings and anxiety?

comfort crowd

auth. note: heyyy lovely, thank you for the request, i really hope i did it justice lmaoooo. sorry for that it took so long i had most of it written on my computer then it crashed and deleted literally everything so i had to recover and reflect on my actions 🌝. also i finished writing this at 5am and i have to wake up for work at 8 lets gooo

pairing: best friend!mattheo x fem!reader

summary: after the chaos of hogwarts at the beginning of your seventh year, the stress gets to you, but there’s always someone to soften the blow.

warnings: nothing really, smoking i guess.

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the hogwarts express is chugging on continuously, misting an opaque fog into atmosphere of the england countryside, much like the mellowness of the interior. every seat taken with students yet no dialouge shared and the bustling and laughing about future classes, professors and chocolate frogs a thing of the past. your head is lightly rested on the window, body pressed into the corner comfortingly and hands extended forward onto the table tightly. they’re cold. and mattheo’s hand, whom is sat in front of you, seperates them, putting his body in your presence and sharing his heat with you. simply because he wants to. his pointer finger moves towards the condensed glass, painting a small stick figure with a smiling face, and a flower next to it-which petals are already dripping downwards onto the damp surface. your glance moves from the glass and onto him, a hopeful expression on his face and lips spreading into a small, warm smile. “we’ll be fine.” he reassures quietly, only a quiet mumble so nobody else at the table hears, pansy humming peacefully asleep next to you and theo staring deep in thought somewhere, because it’s only for you. “i hope so.” your words are doubtful and you take in mattheo’s appearance. his dishevelled curling hair softly planting on his forehead, it slightly grew out over the summer, wearing a white long-sleeved top and the leather jacket you bought for him last winter in a small charity shop, thinking of him instantly-light purple hues highlighted under his eyes.

after professor snape was appointed headmaster, and the death of dumbledore a melancholiness has weighed upon the halls of hogwarts. students walking silently up the stairs and mattheo following behind you closely, your suitcase in one hand and his own in the other after insisting to take it-palm patting the top of your head endearingly while you sulk, “i don’t need your help.” he smiles. “i know you don’t.”

he waits patiently as you click open the door to your dorm, glancing at the strand of hair that you have tucked behind your ears, revealing your small star-shaped earrings and noticing the brownish lip gloss you wear every autumn, he’s missed you over summer. the kind of missing that is felt in the back of the stomach all the way down to your spine while doing everyday tasks, because it all reminds him of you. both suitcases thump loudly onto the wood panels when mattheo lets them go, and he slips his jacket off, throwing it limply onto the neatly made bed. he spins on the chair in the middle of your room, gliding his fingers across the random collection of trinkets on your desk, mostly random objects that hold dear memories for you. like an empty bottle of beer from the time all your friends got so drunk in the common room then got busted by mcgonagall in her red night gown with candle in hand, and had to run down the halls in the pitch black to escape. holding on tightly to mattheo’s shirt sleeve to keep up as all of you try to squeeze into a broom closet. or a random rock from a trip to the beach that mattheo had gifted to you after seeing you read a book about crystals, “i swear it has healing properties,” he tried to convince you, pressing it up against your forehead while you hold back a laugh, “do you feel it?” “no.”

“we’re meeting for breakfast right?” you ask quietly as his body darkens with shadow the further he walks down the hall, but his head still turns back to you, “of course. goodnight.” he reassures with a nod and you’re left to fall back onto your bed with a long sigh. with his presence gone the silence is too loud and you kick the black converse off your feet, bringing your legs up to your chest. your hand reaches down to a rough surface underneath your frame, pulling out mattheo’s jacket. he forgot it. with a small exhale in breath your hands burrow into the fabric lining inside it, spreading it out in front of your face and lips turning up into a smile. you could go out right now and chase mattheo to give it back to him, you can feel the box of cigarettes left in the front pocket, yet you still droop it over your torso, tucking it under your own arms and inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne. and somehow the warmth of mattheo’s body that not long ago filled it brings more comfort than the cushioned duvet beneath you, lulling you to sleep.

it doesn’t take long for the chattering at the long breakfast tables to return, pansy gossiping absent-mindedly and theodore shovelling granola into his mouth with a disdained look, dishes spread grandly everywhere but your plate remains empty. for no specific reason other than your eyes studying on a point on the back wall, allowing your own yarn of thoughts to unwind and your shoulders to slump further down-how are you supposed to act normal? wake up to the ringing sound of your alarm clock that’s on your nightstand, eat breakfast with your friends, go to lessons, study and then go to sleep to repeat it all when everyone is constantly under threat. snape unfairly ruling the school and the potential of death eaters crashing through the doors always looming and you’re supposed to just act normal? like you’re happy to be here when your survival is not guaranteed…mattheo’s hand pleasantly slips into yours, his glimmering eyes when you turn to him a grasping hand into your brain to relieve the anxiety. your fingers had been picking at a hang nail heedlessly, and his thumb smoothes over the blood that’s pooling at the edge of your finger from underneath the table. he’s usually the one coming to your dorm late in the night, bloodied nose and a bruised face after a fight with a pleading expression and he would be in your bathroom every time without a doubt. you would scold him harshly while tenderly pressing a wipe onto his face, moving the damp hair from his forehead with a soft swipe and he would stay silent-looking up solemnly at your concentrated expression. but ever since you’ve developed the habit of picking at your hangnails he’s taken it upon himself to grab your hand whenever he notices, always privately so others don’t see, as a small act to retaliate the care you endlessly provide for him. “eat.” he drones, picking up a piece of french toast loosely from his plate and placing it into yours. his body shuffles a little closer to yours for whatever reason, his shoulder connecting with yours warmly and you roll your eyes, “i was about to” you huff back to him, nudging your arm into his side and he tilts his head with a laugh, his hair grazing against your ear.

hours pass by hazily when you are staring at a textbook, tuning out the long talking of umbridge’s grating voice and mattheo’s studying eyes trying to get your attention, whispering your name lowly just so you can turn to see his smile from across the room. and after holding your tongue for hours you find yourself walking up the stairs to the astronomy tower for a break away from everything, sneaking out of your dorm in a pair of pyjamas and eyes already glossing with tears. the door creaks open and the sharp wind stings your cheeks. a familiar silhouette is leaned against the edge, smoke leaving a trail around him when he turns around. he says your name immediately, throwing the cigarette over the edge and taking a few steps towards you with brows furrowing upwards. you should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to be alone here, it’s been mattheo’s spot after second year when he claimed it his. but maybe in some way you yearned for him to be there like he always his, smoking, and approach you with a concerned look, placing his hands at your sides and asking you, “what’s wrong?” the words are stuck in your throat and the way his eyes widen at you, lowering himself to level his head with yours sends a tear rolling down your cheek. he whispers your name again. “i’m scared mattheo…” you admit quietly, “i’m always scared that he’s going to come and hurt us” your voice cracks and your breath hitches as mattheo’s grip tightens around your torso. his eyes glance away, chest becoming heavy in guilt. he knows he can’t do anything about it, and with voldemort being his father he can’t help but feel responsible for whatever reason. his helplessness warrants him to pull you into his body, wrapping both of his arms around your body so tightly he struggles to breathe himself, the blood flowing through his body expelling a heat he once again shares with you and only you. your face is pressed up against his chest where you sob into his shirt and his palm places at the back of your head softly, stroking your hair and pushing you closer into him. “i promise i won’t let anything happen to you” he reassures you, “i would die before you get hurt” he whispers into the thick air. he brings his head down to rest it in the crook of your neck, the lanterns hung on the wood pillars dimly illuminating the image of him silently curling around your frame with an endeaarance. he lifts his head hesitantly, bringing his face close to yours and planting a small kiss on your cheek.

you take a step away, straightening your back and furrowing your brows at him while his own expression drops, darting his eyes away from yours wearily. “im sorry.” he mumbles immediately and you continue to search for an answer in his demeanour. puzzled, you aren’t sure where this is coming from and why you fight the urge to ask him to do it again. a small murmur of his name escapes your mouth, moving your face closer to his again and tilting your head upwards to connect your lips for the second time, slowly moving to feel the ridges of them and the softness in the way he moves his jaw forwards to encapsulate your presence. you hum lowly, left hand driving up to cup his cheek while his own takes your right, closing in around it and dulcifying around your cuticles at your fidgeting wounds. the tears that roll down your face slip into the kiss and he tastes the saltiness, pulling away with regret and exhaling a high breath. “i don’t want to kiss you like this”

he runs a hand through his hair in stress, he hopes that you aren’t doing it just to make yourself feel better and that the crumbling of a seven year friendship around you isn’t just because he let a stupid impulse takeover. honestly it feels like he had just taken advantage of you, letting you open up to him at your most vulnerable and turning it into something lewd. “how do you want to kiss me?” your voice is nasally from the lump in your throat, and you swallow harshly. mattheo’s eyebrow twitches up momentarily, turning away from you. “i want to kiss you when you’re happy,” he turns back to you to hold eye contact, “after we win a quidditch game and you run down from the stands, under a mistletoe…anything other than this” he puts out, breath quickening and he steps towards you desperately. all the warmth he has shared with you over the years burns within you, journeying up to your face as your eyes flicker all over his face. “i love you” he expresses, and his eyes widen as if he doesn’t realise what he just said. you exhale a quick breath, “i lo-” you want to leap forward and kiss him again, wrap your hands around his neck and let him know how much you really mean it.

“no. not like that” his fists ball up tightly, “i love you. not in a friend way.” his knuckles are turning white from how hard hes clasping around himself, face softening when meeting with your open mouth, wide eyes and glistening pupils that are dilated so purely he could look at his own face.

“i love you too mattheo, not in a friend way.” it spills out of you, like the smashing of a piggy bank after years of building it up. “you do?”

good night

pairing: boyf! mattheo riddle x fem!reader (no y/n)

summary: dont study with other boys when mattheo’s roomate is out of hogwarts. or ever actually.

warnings: unprotected sex (pretend you’re on bc), restraint (its brief)

word count: 2700>

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the fact that you were sat (in turmoil) in the slytherin common room well past curfew, staring down silently at the piles of partchment said something. not sure what. but it said something. you were a good student, always have been, the kind that people would hide a glare behind reassuring eyes when you’d express your stress about an exam. “i’m sure you’ll do well” your peers would say and you would rub your temples in stress, even though without a doubt the exam result would come back with no lower than an ‘outstanding’. you slump down further into your seat, resting your head in your hands and groaning loudly. never have you studied so hard for a test, and its proved to be more draining than expected-so much so the loud creak of the common room door opening isn’t heard and the silent stride of blaise walking towards you isnt noticed. “resting well?” he asks, and your body jumps, head jerking upwards. the corner of his mouth upturns slightly with an amused expression and you frown, “what are you doing here?” he shrugs, taking a seat in front of you and scanning the papers, “i couldn’t sleep” his fingers flip through the notes you’ve taken and his eyebrows knit together the further he looks, eyes flickering up towards yours in concern as you focus on his face ardently. “you aren’t studying for the same test i am” his voice is hightens in pitch trying to hide his laugh, and you snatch away the partchment from his hands. rude. “so lovely and encouraging as always blaise. thanks.” the corner of his mouth turn upwards further when you huff and he stands up off the couch opposite to you. “move over” he hums and you shuffle hesitantly, folding your arms across your chest with a grimaced face. he leans closer to you, reaching for the textbook you’ve been reading from, “these things have a content page by the way,” he opens the first page of the book, pointing sarcastically at the “content” printed in bold black letters at the top, “trust me you really don’t have to pull information out of thin air” he glances back at your notes, finding the topic you were struggling with and scanning through to the correct page number. he begins explaining what exactly your doing wrong- same monotone, stuck up and obnoxious tone he uses with everyone, but its actually appriciated this time.

another creak from the door is heard, tall-shadowy figure stepping in with a strong presence, interupting the ‘scold and insult you as hard as you can’ session. however, from his perspective it shows a dim, romantic candle lights preserving his girlfriends dainty facial features as you stare wide-eyed at blaise, mouth slightly open as his legs lean toward you, balancing a book on both of your thighs. nobody else in the room and endless oppurtunity. since when did studying require two people being so close that you can tell what colour their eyes are? or smell the coconut shampoo you use? he sighs loudly and your eyes glance up at mattheo stepping towards the both of you. “mattheo! hey!” your features brighten, plump lips widening into a grin. dialating pupils and the soft pinkish haze your cheeks get whenever you see him, even after having been together for several months already, are erasing the image of you and blaise together but it can’t get rid of the hit to his pride. “hey” he breathes, spreading himself out on the couch in front of you. what kind of sick nightmare has the boyfriend watching a guy cozy up to his girlfriend from a meter away? mattheo’s hand extends over the table to meet with blaise’s to dap him up shortly and then arms throw over the backrest. “you done studying?” he asks intuitively, but in his head its more of a statement. you nod eagerly with a sweet smile, couping up all the papers from the table and blaise turns to take note of how zealous your actions are now. its cute. in the sense that he hopes to make someone as giddy as you are in his presence, but he’d never admit that. if mattheo found out he looks up to his relationship it would be the topic of discussion at the slytherin table for months on end-probably years.

“thanks for your expertise blaise,” you chirp, pivoting around to wave smally, “night.” he nods quickly upwards to bid farewell to you both and you quicken your steps to catch up to mattheo, whos waiting for you patiently with the door open. “night blaise” he sing-songs with a high voice right after the door slams shut to mock you, resting his right hand around your shoulders while the other takes out his wand to ‘lumos’ the deep hallway. you scoff and he hums, “yeah… ‘night’ because only my night can be good, right?” he peers down at you and your eyes blink slowly up at him, hand reaching over to hit his abdomen playfully. he teases, but you know he’s serious deep down, and you’d be lying if that didn’t do something weirdly nice in the pit of your stomach. he’s still wearing his uniform, white button up with the sleeves rolled up and a green tie. and his hand smoothes down your back, slithering underneath your jumper to rest comfortably at your bare waist as a way to guide you to your dorm. “come over” he suggests, gravelly and leaning down to speak right into your ear. the way you felt your face run hot, eyes darting around spoke just the answer he wanted to hear, yet you still mumble a quiet, “okay” with breath increasing already.

you waste no time to cup his face, leaning in to kiss his ready lips as you closely approach his dorm room, his hand placed protectively on the spine of your back, as he twists the door handle open, leading you into the darknened room. the switch in positions forcefully shuts the door with your back and he takes a step closer to you, chests pressed up against one another. his lips wetly plant a kiss on your neck. wanting to hear you gasp at the warmth of them and the soft suction of his exploration, letting your hands roam up into the curls of his dark hair as his own hand caresses your face, swiping a thumb over your lips. hurriedly moving, he lays you across the closest bed, his roomate’s. theo won’t mind. your hands familiarly reach up to switch on the lamp on his bed side table, illuminating mattheo’s amorous eyes desperately lifting the bottom of your knit jumper over your torso, lips connecting to your stomach to lap all the way up to your ribs. he hums, moving closer and closer to your breasts, his hand reaches underneath the bunched up fabric at your chest, groaning when instantly met with the peaks of your hard nipples. “fuck…” he lifts his head up, eyes meeting with yours. “you were around him that whole time without a bra?” his panting is desperate, eyelids lowering provokingly and pulling away completely. the thought of you sitting, talking and looking at blaise when you had completely nothing underneath your top sends a heat to run through mattheo’s bloodstream. your breath is heaving and your eyes focus on the way his hands losen his tie from above you rapidly; propping yourself up on your elbows and observing, the tie going over his head and around your wrists. “mattheo?” murmuring his name you gape and his mouth turns to smirk, “trust me, angel”

a hum from you allows him to pull the end of the tie vigarously, tightening around your wrists that are pulled above your head. your back settles into theo’s beige sheets and mattheo’s free hand impatiently tries to slip the buttons of his shirt open but the sight of your widened eager eyes prompts him to ravenously lower himself back down to your ribcage, nibling all the way up to the valley of your breasts. chest rising and falling rapidly in his face, the craving for his touch at the pool in between your legs rises and you mewl. “ma-” your voice begins to pur, turning into a loud gasp when his mouth latches onto your nipple, spreading a dizzying sensation in your head and a squeezing your eyes shut. neglecting the rest of your five sense and isolating the touch of mattheo’s soft and desirous lips journeying to the other breast, equally licking the surface and savouring the taste of them in his mouth. slightly chemically from the moisturiser you use, and the quick thought of you rubbing it into them passes his head, paining the pressure in his boxers even more. retracting his head away from your wet chest, your head tilts down to meet his eyes, a betrayed expression on your face. “are you going to keep walking around guys with your tits out?” he incites irritatedly, pulling the tie upwards greater, and you shudder, your mouth falling open. he exhales a cold breath longly towards your chest, the breath reaching the wet and sensitive peaks of your boobs, chilling your whole body instantly and arching your back unintentionally. you muffle a moan through pressed lips, friction between the bucking of your hips and his own sparking a low groan to fall out of mattheo’s own mouth. he suspects he could come from just looking at you under him like this, raising your hips to create some sort of sensation, cheeks blushing red from below your raised arms you use to hide it, shaking your head side to side despairingly, “mattheo never. i promise.” you beg, shrieking achingly. he blows down again and your body twitches, chest burrowing down into the bed. “don’t let me find you alone with anyone like that again.”

“never again.” you nod up at him, squirming. your reassurance spreads a smile onto his face and his hand releases the tie gripped around your wrists, your body shooting up to wrap your connected arms around his neck to ram your hungry lips onto his after being deprived of them for so long. you free your hands of the knot and his body shuffles backward, leaning against the wall and legs straightening on the sheets readily waiting for you to straddle him. your parted legs hit his upper-thighs, so perfectly to rub his bulge, while your sodden mouth encircles the sharp edges of his jawline, sends it twitching. you can feel it, even through the trousers your wearing and resist the urge not to hump it to climax in that moment. yet you still move your hips, rolling them on his own, punishingly and slowly to share the raging heat flowing through your body. “you’re so good at that, you know?” he murmurs heavily and you bite back a moan. whatever it was he’s referring to you want to make sure you do it every single day for him, taking a mental snapshot of this very moment.

you lift yourself up onto your knees, swiftly opening the button of his black chinos, guiding the zip down and pulling them only the neccessary amount to expose his boxers and therefore his cock thats covered thinly. you don’t even bother trying to tediously push every button of his shirt open, taking it from the bottom and pulling it over his head, instictively nibbling on his collarbones briefly. “let me do this” mattheo hums with a stroke of your hair, hands grabbing underneath the hem of your pants and pulling them down effortlessly, grazing his palms down your ass as he passes your black panties. undoubtedly, he could feel the wet patch pressing against his groin, and you searched for some sort of answer within his eyes, the distance between your two faces so unbelievably close its able to split oxygen molecules back into two from the shared panting. “touch yourself” he breathes, kiss impatiently planting on your open mouth. your hand obediently slips into your panties, sliding through your folds, smoothing the wetness to your clit where you circle slowly with your two fingers. straight away your head falls forward, leaning against mattheo’s forehead for support, and his eyebrows scrunch up to observe you with an innocent look, darting contact from one of your eyes to the other with a gleaming in them-as if you aren’t actively melting in his arms. he notices the way your urge to moan increases the more you toy with yourself, trying so hard not to wake the person next door, heart beat amplifying to a pounding. “dont come yet, angel.” he reaches for your hand, guiding it to rest on his shoulder and removing the last pieces of your clothing. you sit completely naked on top of him and his gaze cannot help but wander to the places he dreams the most about, small blush, barely noticable flushing his cheeks. his own fingers wrap around his length, revealing it from out of his boxers and parting your lips noisily, the both of you sharing a small glance. “can i put it in?” he asks, dancing his fingertips along your cheek to push a piece of hair behind your ear, “please, mattheo, do it.” your voice is far from whining, its the pleading of desperate woman you would only ever let him hear.

your opening aches with having to stretch out for his dick as you lower down, hand tightening around his shoulder to help bare it, while his thumb comes down to helpfully to rub small circles around your clit. simultaneously scattering tender pecks along your cheeks, whispering small encouragements. his erection is completely engulfed patiently, reaching a point where it slips in easily, swiflty bottoming out into your pussy. sharing a gasp, you lift onto your knees, letting your tightness travel up his shaft and snap your hips back down. mattheo’s gaze widens and his breathe hitches, “keep going…” his roused yearning fosters your continuing to pound yourself on his cock, letting your walls take in every inch of it and make sure no nerve goes unfelt. a rythmic pattern is set, up and downs of pumping recklessly and the arms of mattheo wrapped dearly around your waist, hand planted flat on your shoulder blade as the other kneads your bum. he always remembers to preoccupy his mouth with the task of running his tongue along your jaw and neck, and the previous concern for his neighbour is long forgotten as you whimper out his name loudly, each time sending his cock twitching inside you. the muscles in your thighs are beginning to burn from brutally riding him, becoming sloppier the more your pussy throbs on top of him. your palm places cautiously behind mattheo’s head, protecting him from the impact of the wall when he throws his head back in pleasure. “im close.” his words tremble, a light sheen of sweat covering his face and you tilt your pelvis towards him, letting the tip of his cock knock at your cervix.

with one swift motion, he thrashes your back onto the bed again, never letting his length slip out of the warmth of your inner walls, frantically writhing foward his hips as the tight ball in the pit of your stomach unravells, releasing all over him and clenching tightly. “oh god..” he relishes, “just a little longer for me please.” he pleads you with pupils dialated and never stops thrusting, speeding up a little more as his gut tightens. he squeezes his eyes shut, moaning out your name and giving in to slump on top of you. his cock tweaks inside of you still, during aftershocks and he rolls over to be by your side.

his arm slips under your neck, curling you into him for skin-to-skin contact, pouting his lips forward to kiss your forehead softly. “you’re too good you know that?” he scoffs, frowning “who’d you learn it from?” his anger is fleeting, thinking about who else you could have done this with, when you laugh loudly into the skin of his chest, “you.”

you hear a happy hum coming from him as he smiles, like a bee collecting it’s pollen.

“thats right. me.”

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auth n. this is litch my first time posting such a long smut piece im scared guys 🌝. feedback is always really appreciated, please let me know if this was bad lmaoo.

also im looking to open requests because i dont have the brain capacity to create good scenarios. so if you’d like, look out for it and hopefully i won’t be lazy and actually do them◡̈ thanks!

falling asleep next to each member

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: being drunk? - an absurd amount of times sleeping described.

word count: 1.7k >

kim namjoon

a park date with namjoon, could there be a more perfect scene? you stride together while holding hands, gazing over the field to examine where the best spot is for your blanket, wanting to settle down before to watch the sunset together. you found it. the perfect spot, a flat patch of grass amongst the sea of daisies. you place the blanket down delicately before looking at each other petrified, realizing what had happened simultaneously. amongst all the trouble of wanting to make it before sunset you have forgotten the main article of a picnic. the picnic. he looks at you in panic. both of you have really underestimated your naivety. “i thought you had it” he speaks. “i swear i saw you take it out of the trunk” you stare back blankly. “wait here” he huffs, and you watch him sprint away through the field all the way back to the car. your car obviously. he becomes thankful for all the time he’s gone to the gym, improving his stamina all for this moment. he notices the sun lowering, panting as he sprints back to you, basket in hand. however he comes back to the sigh of you sprawled out on the blanket, one arm behind you head and a hand covering your face. picking a flower out of the ground he puts it behind your ear, snapping a picture to keep in his memories forever.

kim seokjin

“ok how long do we have to keep this on?” he smoothes the face mask around your delicate features. “thirty minutes jagi” he pushes a headband into your hair, lying down and patting his collarbone, knowing the way you like to nestle your head in the crook of his neck. he gasps dramatically at the coldness of your face, turning to the drama you are forcing him to watch. listening to the outro of the drama, he starts to sing along-liking it more than he was leading on. he looks at you, snoozing. he sighs, placing your head on the pillow behind you, peeling the mask off your face. “i can leave you like this my beauty” he jokes to himself. reaching to the bedside table to grab some more facial products. he applies the rest of your skincare, finding enjoyment in massaging all the creams into your face, chuckling to himself at the way your face squishes when he strokes his hands over it. poking your cheeks and squishing your lips, “my jagis cheeks are so cute” he appreciates, until he sees your eyes open, “what the hell are you doing?” you raise an eyebrow. “making sure your my world wide beauty” he sheepishly grins, and you push his face away “hey i just put on serum” he complains and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his torso and settling for bed on his chest. 

min yoongi

yoongi picks you up from work in the evening. you watch the surroundings out the car window, the speed at which darkness comes the closer it is to winter urges you to be hazy. “do you mind if i play some things im working on?” yoongi asks, and you nod eagerly, sat in a comfortable silence with him. you’re ready to give your opinion but your eyes digress, slowly closing and pressing your head against the window. he immediately notices, taking precautions to avoid every pothole to let you rest soundly. the car stops outside your shared apartment complex, and he looks at your pretty expression. he opens the car door, reaching over to unclip your seatbelt and gently lifting you up around him. he’d really only do this for you, carrying you bridal style throughout the whole building, in the elevator and through the hallway like a corpse. if you hadn’t forced him to introduce yourselves to all your neighbours they probably would’ve thought he had just kidnapped someone. he places you softly onto your bed, tucking you in and placing a soft kiss onto your forehead. you really bring out the soft side of him. you wake up a few hours later, only the dim desk light illuminating the room, “yoongi?” knowing he was in the room you still call out, for no other reason other than to say his name. he mumbles, you watch him scribble random notes on a piece of paper-probably lyrics. “i hope you aren’t saying my songs are so bad they put you to sleep”

jung hoseok

you drowsily waddle out of the shower in a bathrobe, your skin adjusting to leaving the warmth. your boyfriend hobi guides you with your hands on your waist, helping you sit down at the edge of your bed. “wait here” you watch him smile at you through half-lidded eyes, retrieving your hair drier and plugging it in. he runs his hands through your hair gingerly, focusing intently to do it the best he can, ruffling your hair at the front like he’s watched you do before. he glances at your face, the way its so relaxed-eyes closed and lips pouted. your the only person he knows that can sleep sat up right. he turns off the drier, squatting in front of you, “sunshine?” he whispers your pet name but you don’t respond. he takes in your face, studying it intensely, looking at your features. he takes his hand, smoothing his finger over your eyebrow, then moving it down the bridge of your nose, a small smile forming on his rosy lips, then caressing your cheek. he places a kiss on the tip of your nose, so softly and tenderly yet your eyes flutter open and you whisper a small “hobi?” he laughs quietly, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth awakening the butterflies in his stomach no matter how long you’ve been together. you wrap your arms around his neck and he engulfs you, ushering you further into your bed, tucking the duvet around you with love.

park jimin

one thing that brought the two of you is your love for going out, you like to let loose and spend a night forgetting the small inconveniences in your life with a night of dancing and unwinding with a few drinks, and you’ve been finding that going out together is way more fun than going out alone. it’s not uncommon for both of you to leave at the end of the night very drunk, curling up together in your uber home, both of your perfumes as well as the alcohol from your breath creating an interesting smell inside of the car. jimin takes your hand and leads you up to your apartment, watching you stumble from the doorway and onto the couch before bringing a hangover drink to you, only to find you dead asleep. he taps you on the shoulder a few times before sighing through his own drunkenness. “gosh jagi, what are you doing to me?” he mumbles under his breath, hurriedly rummaging through your draws to find a blanket and some fresh clothes. he gently places the blanket over your body to cover it, letting his hands find their way around under it. he unzips the back of your dress and pulls it down over your body before putting on the tshirt and shorts he found in your closet on you. he considers changing his own clothes, but deems himself too tired, instead wrapping his hands around your torso and sleeping soundly-not worrying about the terrible hangover both of you will have tomorrow morning.

kim taehyung

travelling with taehyung is difficult, because of a number of problems like the paranoia of forgetting something, or trying to slip away from the paparazzi unnoticed, but you love to do it. the only serious obstacle being the extreme exhaustion that hits you as soon as you step foot on a plane. maybe the turbulence lulls you to sleep, or maybe its the company. but when you see the lights shut off as the plane begins to take off, you take taehyung’s hand in your own securely and let your head leisure on his shoulder, dozing off. taehyung expects you to do so every time you fly together, however he can never get used to the way his shoulder becomes numb every time, and the way you insist to have the window seat only to fall asleep a millisecond later-making taehyung painfully side eye the window (half obstructed by your face) to see the view. a flight attendant would walk by every so often and he’d smile softly at her, placing his finger over his mouth and chuckling. taehyung, being the gentleman he is, never complains, in fact he greets you with a soft smile and a pat on the head when the plane announces its landing. “did you have a nice nap?” he asks, his comforting tone hiding the pure relief he feels of his shoulder finally being free, he rolls out the pain. knowing he’s willing to do it a million times more for you.

jeon jungkook

jungkook passes you the popcorn and you find your seats in the cinema, he always prefers the back seats so he can get the best view of the screen and you’re ready to see the latest marvel movie together. something about the way the chair supports your neck, and the buttons on the side that let you lower it so its horizontal entice you, your hands stay gripped onto the box of popcorn, feeling the pressure when jungkook reaches out to grab some, while your eyes stay closed. “hey are you watching? i think wanda is becoming the scarlet witch” he pokes your side and you mutter incoherently but he can see when the cinema screen glows red it illuminates your resting face. jungkook then insists on rewatching it when you get home, “you didn’t see half the movie” he complains, tugging at your arm like a toddler bugging their mother to buy them a toy, smiling as you give in, reaching for the pack of microwavable popcorn in the cupboard. “are you sure you want to watch it again? we watched it a couple hours ago” you ask, but he stands waiting far away from the microwave, sending you a thumbs up from across the room. “i want to analyse it”. he makes you sit next to him, upright and shoulder to shoulder like your posing for a school photo, to make sure you don’t fall asleep this time. and you don’t...for about forty minutes. you told jungkook you were just ‘relaxing your neck’ with your head on his shoulder, and that you were ‘still watching’ around five minutes before you were deep asleep again. maybe it isn’t the movie that’s making you sleepy.

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i wrote this fully on the tumblr app that is psychotic. also for any marvel fans i know multiverse of madness isn’t the latest marvel movie, its just the most recent one i watched-forgive me:)

lonely

pairing: boyfriend!taehyung x reader

genre: smut barely any plot

warnings: handjobs

word count: 500>

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the quiet hum of the shower water hitting the floor melodically entices you, youre drawn to the door, creaking it open slowly before you hear your boyfriend chuckle slowly, “feeling lonely?”

“a little” you hear the shower curtain open, taehyung’s head pops out from behind it-wet hair falling against his face with a sweet smile “can i join you?” you whisper, barely able to be heard over the water hitting the shower floor. he eyes you pulling your tshirt over your head. you spent the whole day lounging around the house so you didn’t wear bra, exposing your breasts to your boyfriend, already awing at the sight. you quickly strip yourself of the rest of your clothes and step behind the curtain. taehyung hums, towering above you. his hands placed on your shoulders, he guides you under the hot stream of water, "don't get cold”

you let your skin be warmed briefly, before stepping behind him again, “carry on taehyung” he listens to your mesmerizing voice, allowing himself to be tempted into whatever ulterior motive you have. you press your chest against his back, concealing your lewd thoughts with a simple back hug. taehyung exhales a heavy sigh, looking up into the water hitting his face. 

“what are you doing?”

you hum into his skin “nothing” your lips smile into his shoulder blade. “yeah?” he breathes out, and he tries to turn around and face you, hoping to look at your face and the way you try to hide your darkened pupils with an innocent smile, leaning down to kiss your sinful thoughts away but you keep your hands firm around him. the anticipation and pain of not seeing your facial expression subsides when you plant soft kisses on his shoulders. you hum into his wet skin and he shivers.

your hand snakes around his torso placing your hand flat against his chest and without thought it trails down slowly, feeling the way taehyung’s chest rises and falls more frequently the lower you get.

your soft hands wrap around his cock, letting out a breath when noting how hard it was already, letting your hand linger around it. you move it down slowly, palming him, “mm” he groans and u smile against his back. your hand comes back up his length, and down again in a rhythmic motion “oh god” he exhales loudly, his head flails back. you moan just from his enjoyment and he can feel his climax building. your hand speeds up, thumb swiping over the head of his cock ever so often, seeing his abdomen twitch in pleasure every time.

“please” he begs you, his voice rising, whimpering under your actions, his face heats up. his breath increases again and he mewls, moaning your name continuously and incoherently sentences about how good you make him feel before the warm liquid pools at the top where you hold. 

“--” he groans, rapidly turning around to connect your lips with his passionately, moaning into your mouth, sliding his fingers through your wet folds.

“please get lonely more often for me” he smiles at you boyishly, pecking your cheek tenderly.

cha eun-uwu alert ♡

😊 [cr. dwellingsouls]