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abbeym28 · 3 months

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Clarisse x Reader - Once More to See You

Clarisse x gn! reader, any cabin

An- sorry this took so long to get out! Anyways, thank you guys so much for liking my other Clarisse fics! This is my fourth one, so I hope that they get better with the more I write, but pls let me know if this is bad! Idk where my mind was when I wrote this lol. 3.3k words! Let me know if I messed anything up, and tell me what you guys thought of the last pjo ep! Dior looked as beautiful as always!!!!

Warnings!- nightmares, kissing, affection, mentions of training and weapons, pet names, pls let me know if something was missed!

The sun was almost to much to bear.

Beating down on Clarisse, it was almost melting. But she continued to swing her spear at the training dummy, hitting as hard as she could while making sure to be acutely aware of where she was landing the hits.

She was also very aware of the eyes that followed her every move.

She knew that it was you, the only person at camp she allowed to get close to her. For some reason.

“Do you want to train with me?” She paused to yell and to look over at you.

“I’ll pass.” You were standing on the sidelines holding Clarisse's water bottle and her towel. She looked back at the dummy once before relaxing a bit and walking over to you. She grabbed the water and jugged it.

“How's day goin’ for you, angel?” You rolled your eyes just a bit and smiled at her nickname for you. She has called you that ever since you two really became friends, and almost gone is the flustered feeling it used to give you.

Almost.

“Really good actually, pretty girl.” Clarisse then took that chance to roll her eyes back at you, but the sun was definitely getting hotter because there was definitely no other reason why Clarisse’s face was feeling so warm all of the sudden, even after her intake of cool water.

“Oh yeah? What have you been doing?” She took the towel that you had extended to her and sat down on the closest bench. She nodded along as you recounted your day and how you spent the most of it doing crafts and training with the younger campers. She sat and listened until it was time for dinner, where the two of you sat side by side at the Ares table, even though it wasn’t technically allowed.

A few of her siblings teased the two of you, but it was a common occurrence, so they all knew that this was normal and would continue to be so. But they also couldn't just let it slide.

Clarisse made sure you were close by the rest of the night, completing both of your nightly routines that have over time molded together to make sure that they could fit like a puzzle piece.

She walked you to your cabin, and just like on any other night, there was a slight itch in her hand and the thought in her brain that she should be holding on to you in some way.

Linked hands, her arm around your shoulder, her hand guiding you whilst being placed on the small of your back. All feel like they could be the most natural thing in the world, if only your relationship could be just a little different.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?” Your question broke her from her thoughts and she just nodded.

“Yeah. Sleep tight, got it?” You smiled and hesitated before pulling her in for a quick hug. She tried to get over her surprise fastly, but you were quicker to end the hug then she was able to melt into you.

“So, um… goodnight.” You turned and walked into your cabin, Clarisse and one of your siblings who had witnessed the event watching with wide eyes. She made eye contact with them, and her shock dropped from her face. “Scram.” Your sibling nodded and wordlessly walked past her, going to some place she could care less about.

She stood there for another minute or so, her hand covering the bottom off her face as she sighed. The sun was gone now, but for some reason, her face felt all too hot right now.

She was beginning to think that the reason and cause had to do something with you.

Clarisse woke with a start the minute the creak of a floor board was heard across the cabin. She had practically trained herself to be awake at any moment, though she could mostly thank her fathers genes for that convenient trait.

None of her siblings seemed to have got it though, since none of them had even stirred.

She squinted her eyes to try to see through the darkness. “Hello?” she whispered out. The outline of a person stuck standing near the doorway visibly let some tension out of their shoulders as they began to move towards her, seemingly uncaring of the other little creaks that the old wood would let out.

“Clarisse?” Clarisse also then let out a breath, as well as a lot of the tension she was also holding.

“Angel? What are you doing here?” She sat up a bit more properly and scooted more to the side of her bed that was touching the wall, patting the now empty wedge, the sheets still wrinkled from the few hours of tossing and turning and sleep she had got.

You moved into that space next to her, bringing your knees up to your chin and your arms wrapped around your legs.

Uh oh. Clarisse thought. The fetal position was never a good sign.

She hesitated before reaching her own arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer to her, hoping that you could soak in some of the warmth Ares kids were notorious to have.

But she was still an Ares kid.

Comfort was not something she was really familiar with.

“What happened?” Her mind began to wander a bit, thinking that you must have gotten hurt. But who would hurt you knowing they would have to face her wrath? Her hands shook a little as she went through a list in her mind of potential people. It must have been one of your siblings, probably the one who-

“I had a nightmare.” Your voice was barely audible, but just the sound almost instantly calmed Clarisse down.

“Yeah? Do you want to talk about it? Or….” you shook your head no. “Do you want to stay the night here?”

You shifted a bit to look at her, and she noticed your eyes were a bit red and puffy. She wondered a bit about what could have happened in your dream if it made you have this strong of a reaction. All demigods got nightmares, you and Clarisse being no exception.

But this was the first time you had ever sought the other out like this.

“Can I?” You whispered.

“Any time.” She gently coaxed you out of your position so that way the two of you could lay flat on your backs, her arm still protectively holding you. “You know that I’m super strong, right? Whatever was scary in your dream was definitely no match against me.” You giggled, and Clarisse smiled.

She then spent some time talking about how she could protect you against anything, right until you fell asleep. She watched you for a moment, the peaceful look and the rise and fall of your chest bringing her comfort. She gently pushed a bit of hair away from your face and refused the urge in which was telling to place a kiss on your forehead.

She settled beside you, and sleep came easier for her then it had ever been since she had found out she was the daughter of war.

Sunlight streamed a bit too harshly through the windows making Clarisse try to close her eyes tighter. She groaned when she realized it was useless.

Someone cuddled in closer to her, their arms getting stronger around her waist. She tensed up a bit before remembering last night. The both of you were laying on your sides facing each other, all of your limbs seemed to be entangled with hers. She leaned into you more and began to close her eyes again.

That was before she heard the giggles of her siblings.

Her eyes shot open, and there were some of her brothers and sisters, standing above her bed, two of them with cameras. “What the fu- get away! Get!” She whisper- yelled, trying her best to not be close to your ear while making sure you didn't move much. Her siblings just laughed, took a picture, and then ran out of the cabin, their heavy steps making her flinch.

“What time is it?” Your voice distracted her from glaring at the still left open door. Her eyes flickered to her alarm clock. “It’s almost nine.” You hummed and burrowed your face into her neck.

She tried to ignore that.

Clarisse was always an early riser. Sleeping in any time after seven made her moody, and naps were completely out of the question and annoying to her.

So how was she able to sleep till nine, breaking her 5:30 wake up and missing both of her alarms? And why did she feel so… rejuvenated? Were you numbing her senses?

“We should get up.” You looked up at her, your eyes all sleepy and a small frown on your face.

“You don’t want to stay with me?”

Oh.

The room felt a bit hotter all of the sudden.

“Don’t you have classes to teach? The kids can't learn how to craft all by themselves.” She smirked as you blinked at her. You groaned and sat up, cutting off the skin contact and effectively making Clarisse feel colder and as if she was missing something.

“You’re lucky that I like what I do. I’ll see you at lunch, ‘kay?” You smiled at her and got up, stretching as you left her cabin to walk to yours.

All Clarisse could think about was; "is she actually lucky?"

The rest of the day seemed to go like normal, with you and Clarisse doing your separate duty’s while still finding times and places where the two of you could meet.

She was able to track and threaten her siblings, the ones who had taken the pictures of you two sleeping. She confiscated the camera, but when no one else was looking she pocketed one of the photos.

For safekeeping. She justified to herself.

To make sure that no one else would see it.

That night when you said your good nights, you hugged her again. This time it was a hug she was able to lean into, one that she was able to savor.

She was about to offer you to stay with her again, just another night. But the words got stuck in her throat as you pulled away.

“Stay safe, promise?'' Your words made her curious, but she wasn’t going to question you. It clicked that this was probably because of your dream.

“Have you even met me?” She laughed a bit, and you smiled at her softly.

It made her falter a bit. If any enemies were just a smidge like her, then that smile alone would stop an army.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I promised the kids that we would teach the sword class together.” She sounded a bit breathless, and she hoped that it was only in her mind. You hesitated, but nodded.

“See you tomorrow.”

Clarisse has been on edge ever since the clock turned to twelve. It was around this time that you had come to her yesterday, and even though it was a one time event, (or so she figured it would be), it felt like there was a pit in her stomach, and she couldn't help but feel like you were in some sort of danger.

She was almost ready to jump off her bed and speed walk to your cabin.

“Clarisse, can you stop?” One of her siblings whispered from some other bunk and she sighed. She realized that she was tossing and turning louder than she thought.

“I’m taking a walk.” She flipped the sheets off of her and walked out the door, making her way silently to your cabin. There were only a handful of times that she has been in here, but she knew where your bed was.

You were tossing and turning worse then how she was, sweat dripping down your chin to your neck. She gently touched your shoulder, something she knew she probably shouldn't have done, but it was enough to wake you from your sleep.

You sat up fast, your chest moving rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. You gulped.

“Clarisse? What… why are you here?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at her, still breathing hard.

“I felt that you weren't okay. Another nightmare?” You nodded as she continued to stand above you.

“Well, if you're okay, I'm gonna- I’ll… leave.” She turned around, but your hand caught her wrist with a tight grip before she was able to get far.

“Can you… can you stay?'' You were looking at her with those eyes again, and her breath was gone as well.

“Yeah. I can.” Her voice was too soft, a soft that would make her father distaste her even more. But she climbed into your bed, and for another night she slept with you in her arms.

The two of you occupied each other's beds for the next month, but neither of you spoke of the tension that riddled the space between you.

Nightmares didn't plague you any more, and Clarisse was getting better sleep then she had ever gotten before. That was until Chiron called her to his office.

“A quest?” Chiron nodded.

“Yes, one that was provided by one of the gods themselves, Hera. She asked for an Ares kid to complete this for her. You’ll think about it, won’t you?”

Clarisse nodded slowly.

“Perfect. Now, get back to your activities.”

Clarisse left his office like that. Her mind was clouded, and she didn't really know what to do.

Of course she had to take it, this was another great opportunity to show how great she was to her dad, and how far her training has come.

But she couldn't help thinking: what about you? How would you be if she had left? Quests could take up any amount of time, and what if something happened to her? Or you while she was away?

“What was that about?” Luke appeared next to her, catching her by surprise. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“A quest. They specifically want me.” Luke nodded, and he had that weird thoughtful look on his face that made Clarisse’s nose wrinkle.

The two of them hardly got along well, but as cabin counselors they had to be civil. She looked around at the trees as they walked together towards the training ground, that is until Luke spoke your name.

“Do they know?” He asked. She shook her head.

“No other campers but you knows.” He just nodded his head again. He smirked and looked at her.

“Can't wait to see how that goes.” And then he turned and walked the other way, leaving Clarisse standing there in slight shock. What was that about? Did he know something she didn’t?

She shook it off the best that she could before walking to where you were.

There was a smile on your face as you helped an eight year old boy from the Hermes cabin hold his sword properly. She watched as you stepped back and let him swing it at the target, clapping your hands and laughing a bit once he finally got it right. He ran to give you a hug, and you hugged him back, and she could tell from where she was that you were praising his abilities. Clarisses heart felt so full, and all though she thought it was impossible, she could swear she was falling for you even more.

Maybe Silena was right, and she is a stickler for domesticy. Maybe a quest wasn't what would make her truly happy. Maybe it was a life with you.

“Clarisse!” You were running towards her and she caught you in a hug.

“Hey. I was actually hoping that we could talk for a bit.” The smile stayed on your face while confusion clouded your eyes and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Sure, okay.”

The two of you walked into the forest together, stopping in a clearing which happened to be Clarisse’s favorite place at camp. Other than wherever you were. You took her hand in yours in a way that she assumed you thought would bring her comfort, but it just made her heart beat faster.

“The gods want me to go on a quest.” She blurted out. Your face and mood fell and you took your hand out of her grip gently.

“And what did you say?”

“Well, I'm technically still thinking about it, but I think that this could be good for me. Hera wants this thing done for her, and you know that I have trained for this, and it would be nice if my father would recognize me at least once. But I also- Angel? Are you okay?”

You looked as if you were about to cry, one hand hovering over where your heart is and the other almost covering your mouth. You were shaking like a leaf in the wind, and Clarisse didn’t like it one bit.

She moved towards you, placing her hands on either side of your shoulders and helping you sit on the ground. She put your face in between her collarbone and neck, stroking your hair softly as you sniffled.

“What’s wrong?” She was unsure that you would answer, but you shifted your head a bit back.

“This is just like my nightmare.”

It all kind of made sense now.

“I had them, for like, a week before I first went to your cabin. It’s always the same some how, with you accepting a quest from Hera and never returning, or you go missing and I have to be the one to find your body, or I go with you and I can’t do anything about that stupid monster you fight, and I just-” You were crying, Clarisse could practically feel them burn into her skin.

“I don’t want to lose you Clarisse. Not on a dumb quest or ever. I don’t know what to do without you.” Clarisse nodded a bit and fiddled with a piece of your hair.

“I chased away the dreams though, right?” She had no clue if you would appreciate any type of small joke she made, and she figured she was dead when you pulled away from her a little and looked into her eyes, your lips slightly parted in what she could only guess was surprise.

Then you leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.

She was surprised, just like how she was when you had first hugged her. You pulled away quicker this time, fear evading finding your eyes for the split second before Clarisse pulled you back in, returning the kiss you first started with as much passion as she could possibly convey. You were both breathless the next moment once you realized that you had to get air.

“I don’t know what to do about the quest.” Clarisse whispered. She didn’t know why she did, but she felt like something could break if she didn’t.

“I don’t know either.” You responded, your voice as low as hers.

“I-... I think I like you.” Clarisse confessed.

Although they weren't exactly the words she wanted to say, (She knew for a fact that she was in love with you), but it still felt as if a slight weight was lifted off of her. You leaned back into her, so close that she could practically feel the smile that grew on your face on her lips.

“I think I like you too, pretty girl.” And she smiled too.

“Why do you call me that?” She tilted her head as you leaned back and laughed.

“Because you're pretty.”

The way you said it with so much certainty, as if you knew she could rival Aphrodite herself, made Clarisse feel bubbly, and she wasn’t someone who would ever really feel like that.

She didn't know what she would do about the quest.

She didn’t know what you would do if you found out if she ever accepted, or what punishment she would face if she were to turn it down.

But Clarisse La Rue was in love with you, and she would protect you from those nightmares for as long as you let her.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #clarisse pjo #dior goodjohn #clarisse x reader

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mikuni14 · 4 months

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I loved the ENTIRE love scene, but there were a few moments that stood out to me.

Starting at the beginning of the scene - when Phaya just takes deep breaths and stares with that smirk of his that always appeared on his face in all the sexually charged scenes with Tharn. Because Tharn is putting on a show for him.

This scene is absolutely amazing and it blew me away. Because this is his first time, Tharn is standing naked in front of someone and not only is he not ashamed, he is not timid, he exposes himself even more, he wants to be even sexier for Phaya. There is something incredibly beautiful about the fact that Tharn trusts Phaya so much that he is willing to expose himself completely, to be vulnerable in his sexual debut, and that seeing Phaya mesmerized by him gives him the confidence to put on even a little performance 😍 Which of course works, just look at how Phaya practically "land" on him like a bird after this little show, spreading his arms even wider, because yes, he likes it A LOT ✨

I also love the moment when they are naked and hug each other tightly. The actors' hugs show how comfortable they are with each other (I always pay attention to this) and are a great proof of whether the characters fit together physically like puzzle pieces. Phaya and Tharn already proved it by sleeping together once, so I'm not surprised that it turned out great again ✨

I really like this moment because of its masculine element. Maybe it's just me, but this scene is very hot with how masculine they both are here.

Of course, this moment. Phaya is so intense here, I love how his hands cup Tharn's head, how dominant he is, how he is leading. And how passionately he kisses Tharn. And we all already agreed that he can taste himself in his mouth which is 🔥🔥

Here - a scene both hot thanks to Phaya's thumb and tender thanks to Tharn's thumb 👌

But THIS is probably my favorite moment: they are both perfect in it and the perfectly in character that suits their personalities and their fantasies. They are both exactly who they want to be sexually and where they want to be. It's super hot, Phaya, who takes a moment To Look and only then "land" on Tharn again like a bird of prey, grabbing his hair, kissing him forcefully and passionately, Tharn clearly loving being under this "assault" 🔥🔥

And of course the bed scene: the wordless communication taking place between Phaya and Tharn, Phaya all the time being super attentive to Tharn's needs, to Tharn's non-verbal signals, to his consent to whatever Phaya is doing to him. Tharn enjoying every moment of Phaya's complete attention. We can guess what they are doing, because the scene is not literal and vulgar, but elegant, beautiful, classy and even magical, and therefore 🔥🔥

Their entire love scene is Tharn showing complete trust in Phaya, opening up to him, showing his vulnerable side, taking everything Phaya gives him and demanding more. It's also Phaya, enchanted by everything that Tharn gives him, naturally taking control but never abusing the trust given to him. Phaya is clearly the type of lover who is most turned on by his lover having a good time 😊 While Tharn has no problem having that good time and being treated like a spoiled king in bed 😄 Really, this couple is so incredibly harmonious and compatible. What a wonderful dynamic, thanks to them WE also have a good time 😍

#the sign the series #thai bl #bl drama

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ssturniolo · 4 months

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hello! can you write in which chris and the reader both go to boarding school, and one night they get in a big fight and the next morning their friends tell him that the reader is missing and like ran away and he finds her? thank you so much i appreciate you <3

Sorry

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - After a fight, Chris realizes he was wrong and goes to apologize

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - swearing, angst, reader and Chris are still in school, not proofread (sorry if there’s anything else)

“I just don’t understand why you’re yelling at me for every little thing” you say, raising your voice to match his.

“Because you’re fucking annoying” Chris snaps back, not bothering to look up from his phone.

“How?! I literally haven’t done anything to you why are you being such a dick?” You yell, your voice cracking as tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

“Y/n you’re here ALL of the time. You’re like a little leech; following me around and sucking the energy right out of me” he looks directly into your eyes as the bitter words slip from his lips, not the slightest bit of regret shown on his face.

“Ok then I’ll just leave if that’s how you really feel about me” you turn around before he can see the tears gliding uncontrollably down your face.

“Good” is all you hear before slamming his door behind you.

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** **

Chris takes a deep breath before knocking on your door for the third time. He knows that’s it’s early, 4:27 am to be exact but he felt terrible for the way he treated you. There was no truth to the words that he said but that doesn’t change the fact that they came out of his mouth.

“Y/n?” He calls through the door, ready to give up and go back to bed when the door cracks open.

“What do you want Chris” your roommate groans, eyes still heavy from sleep. “It’s the middle of the god damn night.”

“I know I know and I’m sorry but I really need to talk to y/n” Chris pleads, guilt evident in his voice.

“I thought she was with you? She never came back last night” her voice thick with worry.

“Well shit” Chris whispers under his breath before leaving her confused at the door.

Despite knowing exactly where you are, Chris can’t help but get worried with you being out in the dark, especially since it’s so far past curfew.

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** **

You sit on a bench under a beautiful swaying willow tree at the far end of campus grounds. The tears on your cheeks reflect against the moonlight as you feel a presence next to you.

“I really don’t want to talk to you right now” you say, curling your legs up to your chest as you angle your body away from him.

“You don’t have to respond but please just listen.” Chris starts, a tremble in his voice. “I’m so sorry baby. I wasn’t thinking and I most definitely shouldn’t have snapped at you, I really really am sorry.”

Sorry doesn’t erase the words he said and it most definitely doesn’t make you feel any better. But it is a start.

“Did you really mean it though? That I’m just a pest that follows you around?” You mutter, barely audible.

“I promise you y/n I didn’t mean what I said and I know I fucked up” he responds, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, awaiting your answer.

You know he didn’t mean to make you feel this way and he was just overwhelmed but then again, he shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. You guys have never yelled at each other like that and just the fact that it happened scared you.

“I understand you’re stressed but just don’t yell at me like that again please” you sigh as he drys the leftover tears from your face.

Chris immediately wraps you in a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, your bodies fitting perfectly together like two puzzle pieces.

“I promise my love,” he whispers into your hair as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck.

“I love you so much and I truly am so sorry.”

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I hope I did this justice, thanks for the request!

XOXO - Zoe

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awfcspencer · 4 months

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Dress || leah williamson x reader

leah williamson x famous!reader

prompt: Attending a GQ British Men of the Year event, but nobody knows you and Leah are together.

warnings: highly suggestive

a/n: Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift

Crowds of people flooded into central London’s Royal Opera House, all engaging in conversations around you. Tonight you were invited to British GQ’s Men of the Year event to celebrate 2023 and various actors and musicians. You had initially planned on not attending as you had been busy filming a new series that is going to premiere soon, but your agents insisted that attendance was mandatory. So, here you were, dressed in a short dark emerald green dress paired with black heels.

“There is an indentation in the shape of you. Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo”

Luckily for you, there was one certain footballer that you knew would be in attendance, Leah. You had met Leah through Amelia Dimoldenberg, a good friend to both of you, and began slowly texting and getting closer. Leah’s compassion and kindness immediately made you fall head over heals for her. Leah had this unique way of bringing a smile to your face by simply just being around her, she could make you laugh without trying. She was so much more than a professional footballer, she was sweet, and caring, she cries at silly little rom-coms, and the worlds pickiest eater. She was so much more than what appeared online, and she made you feel normal again in the ‘high’ life that people usually believe celebrities live. To you, Leah was golden.

Late night meet-ups to simply just be near each other to talk and early morning cuddles with breakfast in bed, you eventually bit the bullet and told Leah that you were definitely falling in love with her and fortunately for you, she felt the same. Leah’s mere presence had utterly changed your life, she was like a missing puzzle piece that fit perfectly into your puzzle.

“Our secret moments in your crowded room. They got no idea about me and you”

Unfortunately, because you and Leah live very public lives, a world-class actor and a world-class footballer, you had decided to keep your relationship under wraps. Wanting to bask in the privacy as long as you could. What didn’t help is the constant social media lies that were posted about either you love life or Leah’s, unable to ever really just be friends with anyone without twitter or instagram having a hay day. But you and Leah were able to tune out most media garbage and just enjoy having each other. Keeping the secret from your closest friends and even Leah’s teammates to really protect your peace. At the end of the day, you and Leah knew how much you loved each other, it did not really matter that no one else knew. It was your little secret, together.

Initially you had planned to get ready alongside Leah and then just arrive separately to walk the red carpet, but Leah had arranged plans with Alex Scott beforehand, but promised to find you once she had arrived. That is how you found yourself at the bar, grabbing another drink, engaged in a conversation that you were not paying attention to, adding an occasional, ‘wow’ and ‘oh really’ every so often. Eyes laser focused on the entry door, hoping your girlfriend was going to be here soon.

As you look down to fix your dress, it’s like you could feel the air being sucked from your lungs, a looming desire. Looking up, your met with blue eyes, your blue eyes, the blue eyes you had absolutely fallen in love with. You had not known what Leah was going to be wearing tonight, she kept insisting it was a surprise.

Leah was dressed in a short laced black dress that hugged her every curve, fell right below her mid thigh, leaving little to the imagination. Your breathing quickly becomes staggered, mouth has went completely dry, overall, you were an uttering mess. Your girlfriend looked absolutely stunning and incredibly beautiful. Your eyes had yet to meet hers, only staring intently at her gorgeous dress and body. Eyes finally meeting hers, she sent to a quick wink and making her way to her designated spot at her table.

You genuinely believe you could have died in place, completely lost in a trance, a Leah Williamson trance. Regrouping yourself, you sent her a glance discreetly and smiled at her as if there was not a single other person in the room and she returned the smile.

“All this silence and patience, pining in anticipation. My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

You went and found your table and pulled out your phone to make sure you turned it on silent. Looking at your several notifications, you can see Leah’s text that said, “You look amazing baby.” She truly had a way of making you feel as if you were the only girl in the world.

A major downside of keeping your relationship completely private was being unable to go over to your gorgeous girlfriend right now and kiss her from head to toe, letting the whole room know that she is yours, undoubtedly yours. You almost had to physically restrict yourself, holding back, a sadness that slowly killed you. The award show had started to begin but you were so far gone from being able to pay attention to anything but your girl. Being careful to only look over occasionally discreetly to not draw attention.

More than once, you had to stop yourself from texting her to meet you in the nearest bathroom, shaking slightly thinking about when you would return to you and Leah’s shared flat. Approximately checking the time on your watch, counting down the minutes and seconds until the event was over and you two could leave.

“Say my name and everything just stops.”

The event had thankfully come to an end, after what seemed like forever, and the afterparty began directly after. People gathering at the bar and chatting away, but you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

You immediately begin trying to make you way towards Leah, getting caught in a few meaningless conversations here and there. You tried your best to be respectful and chat to the guests, but your mind was fuzzy, only being able to focus on finding your girlfriend.

Escaping everyone, you finally were able to catch Leah as she luckily had also just finished a conversation.

“Y/N” Leah breathes out in a whisper, loud enough for only you to hear.

“Lee” you say out in the same tone.

There is a deafening silence between you two. Both taking each other in. Both of you speechless. For you, it was like the world stopped spinning, time stopped, the people in the large room disappeared, it was only you and Leah. You look directly in her eyes, a look of absolute lust filled her blue eyes, pupils slightly dilated.

“Do you want to get out of here?” is all you needed to ask as you both separately make your exits, anticipation building.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

Entering your apartment, your lips are instantly connected, fingers quickly finding her blonde hair. Your foreheads touch as you are kissing her, trying to get as close as possible to your other half after missing her all day. Leah removes her lips from yours and you let out a needy moan as she rubs her thumb over your lips.

She quickly turns around and points out the long zipper along the back of the dress. Placing a hand on her waist and grabbing the zipper with the other. You slowly pull it down, you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, applying open mouthed kisses along her shoulders and down her back. The air was palpable as the only sound that rings out is Leah’s dress falling to the floor.

Slowly you turn Leah around, your eyes meeting hers as you held your breath. You come close to her and whisper, “You looked absolutely beautiful in that dress Lee, but you look even better without it.” you say as you pull her in for a searing kiss.

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philistiniphagottini · 11 days

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Hiii! Anon here who asked

"2, 15, 21, 23, 42 and 65 smut prompts with Portgas D Ace, pretty please <3"

Can you just do: 2, 15, 24 and 42 smut prompts with Portgas D Ace and fem reader instead of everything else then? If no, that's also understandable <3

Also, have a lovely day!

p.s.: you deserve all the hugs in the world <333

be happy hooman :)

AHHHHHHHHHHH thank you for being so patient with my dumb ass, I really, really appreciate it. I'm going to assume that you meant 23 instead of 24 ((because that's what you asked for previously)) I hope that's okay! I hope you enjoy :D

Smut Prompts

Prompts 2 + 15 + 23 + 42

cw. smut, penetrative sex, body worship, light breeding kink, slight temperature play, squirting, creampie ((this is quite vanilla lol)), female reader

Ace’s body was scorching hot to the touch. It felt like you were going to suffocate beneath him, bare body stuck against the sweat soaked bedsheet and the sweltering heat of Ace’s naked skin. You could feel the perspiration dotting your brow as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. Your breath hitched as you felt warm, large hands roam the expanse of your body, your skin prickling with goosebumps despite being bathed in the naked flames of a burning forge.

A warm hum stirred in Ace’s throat as he languidly rolled his hips, burying his cock deeper into the soused walls of your pussy as you trembled beneath him. Warmth tickled your spine and pooled rapidly in the pit of your stomach, your hands clasping the back of Ace’s neck as your fingers curled and pulled at the baby hairs lining his nape.

"You look so pretty" Ace murmured with a husky purr of your name. "So beautiful."

His large palms smoothed over your thighs and hips, slowly crawling up your body as he continued to bump his hips into yours. Your eyelashes fluttered over your burning cheeks, eyes threatening to slip close as the hot coil in the pit of your stomach twisted tighter to each wavering breath. You could hear your pulse drumming loudly in your ears as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, close to leaping up into your throat as the tips of Ace’s fingers left a trail of fire in their wake as they danced along your body. They lingered between your sticky thighs, beads of slick rolling down the plush insides as he felt the place where your bodies were intimately joined in fervid rapture. Another soft hum stirred in his chest, the sound bordering on a delighted purr as his hands continued to roam your body. A spine-tingling shiver wracked your body when you felt a puff of hot air against the hollow of your throat as Ace dragged his bruised lips across your skin, lazily mouthing at your neck as he buried his cock deeper inside you.

"We fit together so perfectly" Ace breathed into the crook of your neck. "Like two puzzle pieces."

You whined his name as his hands squeezed the soft pudge of your belly, kneading at your flesh like a contented cat as your skin spilled between his digits. The tips of your ears felt hot as you twisted beneath him, his soft words of praise making your blood simmer hotly in your veins. His hands continued to paw at your soft stomach, thumbs dragging along the sensitive skin of your v-line as his teeth nipped at your jaw. Your hands tangled in his mop of dark hair, your chest heaving and soft tits bouncing as your pert nipples rubbed sensually against the hard muscles of his chest, your back arching as his cock carved a path deeper into you. You could feel the clap of his pelvis against the pearl sitting pretty at the top of your pussy, the bundle of nerves flushing to life from the delicious friction. Your tongue felt heavy as you tried to peel it off the roof of your mouth, throat bobbing as you swallowed thickly and tasted the desire in the back of your throat. You could barely think past the thick fog clouding your mind as Ace squeezed your belly yet again, his fascination almost maddening as another spike of pleasure left you feeling rather breathless. His voice vibrated against your skin when he spoke, tongue tasting the perspiration clinging to your skin as his pearly white teeth followed the path of his tongue.

"Want a put a baby right here" Ace said, the large palm of his hand pressing down on your stomach. "Will you let me?"

It felt like your insides turned to mush around the shape of his cock, plush walls fluttering around his girth as the pressure in your core started to bubble to the surface. You started to nod along to his words, fingers pressed hard into his scalp as you threatened to rip the roots of his hair out. A moan tickled the back of his throat as you mewled with bliss beneath him, legs loosely wrapping around his waist and ushering him closer as you dug your feet into the beautiful dip of his back.

"Please" you whispered hoarsely, voice straining at the edges. "Please Ace, put a baby in me."

You could swear the temperature in the room just skyrocketed and the blistering heat almost made you choke. Ace’s lips suddenly captured yours in a searing kiss, his tongue prying apart the seam of your lips as he whispered a litany of ‘thank you’ into the hot cavern of your mouth. His musky scent tickled your nose as you breathed deeply, a string of soft moans crawling out of your throat as he sucked your tongue into his own mouth. The pace of his hips only increased a fraction as he thrust into you, the tip of his cock grazing against the soft, gummy patch inside of you that made stars swirl in your vision. He jammed his thumb against your twitching clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles as he continued to worship your body, praises of your name muffled against your kiss swollen lips like a prayer.

Your feet kicked at his back as the smouldering fire in your stomach was stoked into fiercer flames, the pressure intense and threatening to break something inside of you at a moments notice. You writhed beneath the hot press of Ace’s body, your pussy slobbering filthily around his cock as you tried to suck him deeper, desperate to feel him pressed against the raw nerve inside you that was about to snap. You parted from his swollen lips with a heavy gasp, a hiccup of pleasure stuck in your throat as tears pricked the corner of your dazed eyes.

"Ace" you whined. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum really hard."

Ace gently hushed you, holding your gaze with his bright stare as he rubbed soothing circles against your belly.

"It’s okay, pretty baby" he reassured. "I got you. You can cum."

You threw your head back into the safe confines of your pillow, your lips parted around a loud cry that echoed around your stuffy bedroom as the coil in your stomach shattered. Your pussy spasmed around Ace, your clit twitching violently against his rough thumb as your veins were flooded with white hot relief. Your juices spilled forth in thin, translucent threads, drooling around his cock as he continued to rut against you like a dog in heat. Ace fought to keep his eyes uncrossed as he groaned, your snug pussy squeezing him so tight as he smothered the head of his cock against the most sacred part of you. Your body continued to twitch in the aftermath of your pleasure as the push of Ace’s hips came to an abrupt halt, cock buried to the hilt inside of you as he came with a loud grunt. His cock kicked with each rope of his viscous seed that painted your walls, the heat his body provided occupying your hazy mind as you were filled to the brim. Your nerves continued to zap you as he pumped every last drop of his seed into your greedy pussy, your snug walls milking him until he was completely dry.

The warmth overflowed and dribbled down your quaking thighs, your pussy still clenching tight around Ace’s cock as it kept your centre plugged and stuffed full. His hard pants mingled with your own laboured breathing, his clammy skin sticking to yours as wisps of dark hair stuck to the side of his freckled cheeks. He trailed wet kisses over your chin, trying to coax you out of your stupor and draw your gaze to him once more. Your head eventually tipped as you gazed down at him through lidded eyes, head still swirling up in the clouds as your nerves had yet to settle. Your grip on his hair eased as you massaged your fingers along his scalp, teasing the knots out of his wild hair with a warm smile. He rubbed his hands against your full, round belly, a hum of content bubbling up your throat as his hands worshipped your body. He rested his chin between the valley of your breasts, a wide grin lighting up his features.

"Are you full? Do you need more?"

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daosies · 5 months

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just say the words ("i love you")

whatever you want, yuta will deliver. he's weak to your whims; sometimes, too weak.

okkotsu yuta ♡ gn!reader

warnings: established relationship, lovesick yuta, premarital hand holding, hugging, kissing, not proofread :P

note: inspired by that one horimiya scene !!

"hug," you say, holding your arms out. yuta blinks at you owlishly, his mouth hanging slightly agape.

puffs of condensation escape his lips, his nose and cheeks painted a pixie pink as cold air nips at his skin.

"huh?" he asks, voice laced with worry. "are you cold, [name]?"

you shake your head while your arms are still outstretched, waiting for a hug. yuta furrows his brows slightly, yet gives in to your request. he envelopes you in a warm, tender embrace; his hold is firm yet loose, his touch feather-light as if you were the most delicate, precious being this world has to offer.

(you are, is all yuta thinks. what else, if not you?)

despite saying you aren't cold, yuta takes a step back, unravelling the turquoise scarf from his neck as his deft hands coming to wrap it around you. there's a kind, gentle smile that graces his lips as he soaks in the sight of you in his scarf, his heart becoming giddy.

your index finger comes up to pull the scarf down to your chin, since yuta thought it was a good idea to bundle half of your face in it.

"it's cold," yuta says, trying to pull the scarf back up. "what if you get frostbite?"

"you don't even have a scarf," you tell him. "you don't get to say anything."

yuta laughs, his dark eyes crinkling with mirth as his gaze never leaves you. even when you walk ahead of him, yuta never lets you out of his sight, his movements following yours as he observes you with all he has. from the bounce of your steps to the way you fiddle with his scarf, yuta watches your habits, engraving them into each fiber of his being.

he must acquaint himself with all of your quirks and ticks; he must learn everything there is to know about you. because, when he spends the rest of his life with you, he wants to know how to make you happy, what makes you happy.

suddenly, you turn around.

"hand," you state. one of your arms are outstretched, your palm facing him as he returns your gesture. yuta holds his hand out against yours, his fingers aligning with your own before lacing themselves in between the gaps.

thump-thump. his heart quickens. thump-thump. yuta likes the way his hands fit yours, as if they were made to be there. as if, when the two of you were created, your hands came as a pair, as puzzle pieces destined to fit one another.

yuta thinks that he was created for you. always you.

no matter how long yuta has loved you, he thinks you will always make him feel like this: lovesick, giddy, happy. yuta thinks you will always reduce him to a flustered mess, the apples of his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red.

while you stare ahead, yuta stares at you. wholly.

subconsciously, yuta's pace matches yours. he follows your steps, trying his hardest to synchronize them. yuta maneuvers himself so he's on the outside of the sidewalk, his thumb coming to carress the back of your hand as he finally manages to tear his gaze away from you.

he stares ahead.

"what should we eat tonight?" he asks. yuta likes that question. he thinks it sounds so domestic, so gentle, so beautiful. yuta likes that question because he likes the way it feels on his tongue, because he hopes that he will always get to ask you it. forever.

"don't know," you respond. "do you know what inumaki-kun's cooking today?"

yuta shakes his head. "no. i heard something about a potluck, though."

you smile. "potluck sounds good."

yuta stares at you, again. do potlucks make you happy? he wonders, his thoughts occupied by the curl of your lips and the glimmer of your irises. yuta supposes he's occupied by a lot of things: curses, training, you.

he also supposes—knows—that you're the most important of all.

suddenly, you shake your hand a little, letting go of his grip. you quicken your steps to stand in front of him, coming face-to-face with his wide-eyed expression before whispering, "kiss."

although it's freezing, yuta feels warm. so, so warm. his breath hitches momentarily, puffs of condensation coming to a halt as he stares at you, on and on, before finally regaining some composure and leaning in towards you.

his lips press against yours, and yuta smiles into the kiss. he's sure it's not a good one, since he can feel how chapped his lips are compared to yours. still, he relishes in the feeling, the pure and unadulterated adoration that flourishes through his being.

yuta thinks that he would give you his life, his being, his existence. he thinks that if you wanted him to, he would climb mountains, traverse across oceans, if that was what you so desired.

yuta thinks that he's yours—all yours, but this time, you don't even have to ask.

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luviemax · 4 months

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compass- oneshot

a/n: sorry for the inactivity as of late!! anyway, song inspo here!!

-> max verstappen x female!reader, no physical description of the reader

warnings: reader is mentioned to have a brother very briefly

word count: 863 words

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It all starts at a karting race that your brother races in.

You meet Max, with a fiery, untameable temper and a scary dad.

Close to instantaneously, the two of you get along, like puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

Although your brother stops karting after that fated competition, you and Max still remain close. You make sure to be there for every tournament, and you're always on the frontlines, and he knows it. He pushes himself to do better, for you. He wants to impress you, for no particular reason. He definitely doesn't like you, no, not at all... That's what he tells everyone, yeah, but they definitely see right through it.

Charles is a weary observer of the both of you. Yeah, he kinda hates Max because he keeps beating him, but you're nice enough. You're relatively pleasant whenever you and Charles briefly interact. And well, Max is... Max. Mad Max. But somehow, you're able to calm him down, and tell him that it's okay that he didn't excel in some low-grade karting race. You're there to console him under Jos' scrutinising management. He can tell the two of you have some special bond, not only as friends, but as soulmates. Charles can only dream that he can have that for himself one day.

Jos barely tolerates you. He doesn't really like it when you're distracting Max, but then again, you push him to do better when he races. So he simply condones you.

Sophie and Victoria really like you. You follow Max back one Christmas, and they absolutely adore you. Sophie pratically stuffs you with her delightful cooking, and you and Victoria get along so well that Max is pratically just third-wheeling the two of you. But he's glad that the important people in his life like you as much as he does.

You follow him through F4 and F3 diligently. You can't always follow him to every race as he's now begun to travel in order to compete, but your eyes are always on him. You're always messaging him, "Congratulations!", for a good race, and "Call me when you can xx," in the unfortunate occasion that his races don't go that well.

You follow him to his first F1 race, of course you do. The question doesn't even have to be asked. It's pratically an unspoken rule between the two of you.

When Max wins his first World Championship, you're pratically gripping the edge of your seat. It's the final lap of the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, and you're so stressed that persperation has begun to form on your forehead. When Max finally overtakes Lewis, you begin to scream, along with the rest of the Red Bull pit crew. When his car wizzes past the finish line, you and the pit crew are screaming and rejoicing, and you swell with pride. All his hard work has come to true fruition. You hug him tighter than you ever have before when the celebrations of the podium cease and the celebrations of the night commence. That night, he kisses you for the first time.

It's something that's been over 10 years in the making, and Max finally decided that it was time to bite the bullet and do something that he's been dreaming about since he met you.

Your initial reaction is shock. You knew it was coming, but you didn't expect it at that moment. It takes you by utter surprise when he presses his lips to yours in the middle of the club, and hoots of his friends are drowned out as you simply allow yourself to lose yourself in his presence. It's better than anything you've ever felt before.

As per always, Max has a fierce temper. It's stayed with him since his childhood. It's followed him into adulthood, and followed him through karting all the way to Formula 1. Of course, he doesn't like to be mean; he doesn't want to turn into his father, but sometimes, he just can't help it. Sometimes, races are so unbelievably poor that it's just too difficult to comprehend, and when he tries to understand, he simply gets... upset.

So, it's quite apparent to you that his emotions would be running high after he crashed out of the race. According to GP, he stormed into his Driver's Room and hasn't come out since. Typical.

You knock on the door. "Go away." He mumbles, sounding quite cross. "It's me." You reply, and reluctantly, the door opens. As you slip into his room, you see that his hair is disheveled, and his face his flush with his fury. You take a tentative seat next to him on the sofa, and he pratically collapses into your arms. He buries his face in your neck, and his arms are tight around your waist.

The both of you don't really talk; you never do in these moments. You simply run your fingers through his short strands of hair, and let him relax in your embrance.

Before you know it, the two of you are on the plane back home after a long triple header, and he says: "I hope the cats didn't destroy the apartment."

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byhees · 8 months

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my favourite name.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 700 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read pet-names kissing skinship — more

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heeseung

would call you his “princess”. it just rolls off his tongue so prettily; originally meant to be a one-time thing, but it just stuck because of how fitting it was— you’re his princess, and he promises to protect you for a lifetime.

whenever he teases you, he’d add the cute nickname, finding the soft, rosy glow on your face an endearing bonus; “aww, is my princess sulky?”

“you look better in my clothes, princess.” , “tell me, your perfect date, princess. anything you’d like, nothing out of the question. i’ll do it. i’ll make it a night you never forget.” , “i love you, eternally, princess.”

jongseong

would call you “darling”; it’s a little old-fashioned, but it has such a nice ring to it. heart’s aflutter whenever you say the nickname back to him— that’s the moment when he realised, ‘oh, i’m definitely sticking to it forever’.

says it so nonchalantly, like it’s embedded in his heart; it comes so naturally to him. whenever the syllables fall from his lips, the nickname sounds just right.

“darling, you have the most beautiful smile i’ve ever seen.” , “darling, could you stay a little longer with me? i don’t want to be alone right now.” , “make sure to bring a jacket, darling! it’s going to be cold out tonight.”

jaeyun

would call you “love”; it’s short and sweet. he adores the way it feels right, like every puzzle piece has fallen into place with a satisfying click.

would probably add the word ‘my’ in front of it too, a tiny, proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips; would definitely have his arm draped around your shoulders whilst doing so— he’d gently twirl the ends of your hair, the two words falling from his lips in such a soft manner.

“i don't think there’s a person in the world who compares to you, love.” , “my love’s so pretty.” , “i miss you so much, love.”

sunghoon

would call you “sweetheart”; it simply encapsulates you perfectly. he says the term so casually, that it catches you off guard, eliciting an uproar of butterflies in your stomach.

likes to call you by said nickname in really intimate and soft moments; after lightly pulling away from a kiss, he’d rest his forehead against yours, a small, “you’re beautiful, sweetheart,” escaping his lips in a whisper.

“it’s better with you here, sweetheart.” , “sweetheart, your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?” , “sweetheart, you look cute, but i’m gonna need the sweater.”

seonwoo

would call you “honey”; reason being? he finds your voice so pretty— he could listen to it all day; it sounds like it’s been laced, and dripped in sweet honey, hence the name.

likes to engulf you in hugs, arms wrapped around your embrace; would then proceed to ask, “can i hug you for a moment, honey?”, when he’s already nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck; ending nearly every question with the term, finding that it slips from his mouth unknowingly.

“you know, honey… that smile suits you.” , “you look so good today, honey.” , “this reminded me of you, honey.”

jungwon

would call you “angel”; whenever he glances at your face, the word falls from his lips so easily, like it’s meant to be, like it’s so perfectly right.

would add little adjectives in front of the term— take ‘lovely’ and ‘beautiful’ for example; for him, it comes as second nature to call you his “pretty angel” in passing conversations.

“your bed-hair’s really cute, angel.” , “got you your favourite drink, angel!” , “angel, this is an emergency. maeum and i gravely miss your hugs. please come quick.”

riki

would call you “babe”. adores the way you react to it; eyes widening ever so slightly, like two twinkling stars, a shy smile gently dancing on your lips, cheeks gently brushed with a timid shade of pink.

would, alternatively, call you “loser” in the most endearing, playful of ways; can’t help but to giggle softly during your clumsy moments— would offer his help almost immediately, the words, “you’re a loser. but it’s okay, because you’re my loser”, being elicited in the process.

“shh, just stay still, babe. let me hug you for a few more minutes…” , “you make me so happy, it literally hurts my heart, babe.” , “babe, could you move your blanket? i wanna lay down on your lap.”

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k-4-ni · 2 months

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GOLDEN RETRIEVER! DICK GRAYSON X FEM! READER

WARNINGS: NSFW, MATURE THEMES, DON'T BE READING THIS IF YOUR UNDER 18 TF, P IN V, CONSENTED BEFORE, CREAMPIE, NIPPLE PLAY, GRINDING (OR CALL IT DRY-HUMPING WHATEVER TICKLES YOUR PICKLE).

This man is the most golden retriever boyfriend found in all the 50 States of America.

You think all the villains and ruthless criminals of Gotham would stop him from spoiling his precious little baby? He's been through worse.

Kisses, Kisses, Kisses, this man is all about kisses and hugs, cuddling you from dusk until dawn if he could, if he could.

Sure, his work might delay a few steamy make-out sessions or heart-warming snuggles for a few hours but nothing beats coming back home, shoulders slumped and bone-deep exhaustion seeping through him, only to find the love of his life curled up, thick and fluffy blankets hugging their tiny form, Waiting to be caressed and cradled, just begging to be touched.

Who can resist such a cute little kitten? He'd be snarky about it, maybe even daring to be taunting as he curled up against your form, fitting together so perfectly like he was the missing piece to your puzzle, the way his prominent and firm bulge would snuggle up from between your bubbly ass cheeks made his heart leap out of his tightened chest.

He had to dig his bleached teeth into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, biting back a breathy groan as his fingers would press into the fats of your hips, Thank god you were wearing such tight fucking shorts.

His brain would be foggy, thoughts of just being buried into your moist and silky walls filled his senses, mindlessly trailing his fingers lower between you and reaching out for his throbbing cock, nose scrunching with slight irritation before he could make out the reddened and swollen tip of his cock peeking out from his latex shorts —which he wore underneath his costume—.

Oh god, how much he missed you, If only you knew how many times the thought of you being curled up alone, bitter and cold air seeping into your bones and peeling away at the blissful warmth that one radiated off of you, oh how he'd wrap you up in his strong and beefy arms, heating and warming you up as he wished he could shove the tip of his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing and smelling in your refreshing lavender scent.

This man would make HIS pockets hurt, He doesn't care if you think it's daddy's money or his, he's buying you that diamond necklace you were ogling at the jewellery shop —even if it was just a simple glance—, This 200+ Ibs of a man would buy you every scent of Italian and Morrocan perfume he could find because he just loves it when he's pounding you from behind, his thick and calloused fingers digging into the fat and juicy flesh of those thick thighs of yours, watching as your pussy sucked all his meaty and girthy length in, He could feel his already throbbing mushroom tip kissing at that gooey and silky spot deep inside of you, And he could just pin your body up against his, shoving his nose deep into the crook of your neck as he smelt that earthy and tangy scent of the perfume that HE bought you.

All the sexy and small lingeries he thinks will curve and hug at you bubbly ass better, just so he could rip it off later when you two got home, occasionally squeezing the silky fat of your thighs or glancing down at you with those 'I'm going to fuck you balls-deep when we get home' eyes.

Ever seen those lingerie with the bows placed against your nipples? He goes fucking feral for them, He made you laugh once when saying you're like a kinder surprise, removing this sticky and unwanted piece of plastic, only to find your plump and hardened nipples from beneath, practically begging him to suck on them and ravish them until they were swollen and puffy just like his cock.

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tyunni · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKISSES WITH ENHYPEN...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ enhypen masterlist | library

a/n: i am sooo sorry, i have not been active at all. i had this in my drafts for literal weeks, and i just never posted it?? anyways, i hope you enjoy!! this turned out to be a bit longer than i expected, oops.

pairings: ot7 x reader. genre: fluff. wc: 1.9k. warnings: some parts of hyung line could be considered make out's??? but there is no suggestive stuff. if you find something I missed, let me know!

Lee Heeseung ┆ 이희승

Kisses with Heeseung always send shivers down your spine. It’s like every time you put your lips on his, they fit like puzzle pieces.

He shows his love for you through kisses. Always and I mean always super passionate, yet innocent. And when you pull away he smiles down at you, adoration filling his eyes at the sight of you smiling back up at him. He is love-struck!

Tends to pull you in so you can sit on his lap because he finds that position the most comfortable when it comes to kisses. Plus, he can wrap his arms around your waist, a win-win situation.

Adores it when you cup his face in your hands and pepper sweet kisses all over his face because he treasures the feeling of your lips on his skin, and the concentrated look on your face, the one that screams i'm gonna make sure to leave a kiss everywhere, makes him want to engulf you in the tightest hug ever!

He isn’t the shy type, in fact, he is the one making you shy with the way he never forgets to compliment you after each little peck he leaves on your lips. Calling you beautiful and telling you just how lucky he is to have you. He just finds these moments to be very convenient, especially since he’s so drunk on the feeling of your lips moving in sync with his. So he doesn’t stop calling you his pretty/handsome angel, even after you smack his chest and tell him to shut up.

He won’t… unless you shut him up with a kiss!

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Park Jongseong ┆ 박종성

He doesn’t just like kisses, no. He loves them. He needs a goodbye, a hello, a good morning, a good evening, and a good afternoon kiss on a daily basis!

Can’t go a second without a kiss, i fear. He’s just a bit too addicted to the way you rest your arms around his shoulders as your face inches closer to his. It’s the anticipation that gets him going! A big tease, might i add.

If you were to ask him for a kiss, he would pull you in by snaking his hands around your neck and caressing your cheeks with his thumb, but just as he’s about to kiss you he quickly moves away and pretends he got a phone call, or something is burning in the kitchen. The look on your face is priceless because he knows his actions made your stomach fill with butterflies. He just likes to know and see that he has enough power to make you so flustered even without giving you what you desire.

Yet he gives in regardless because he’s a loser and now he wants a kiss too.

But if he were to ask you for a kiss, that’s a completely different story! Don’t you dare pull the thing he pulls on you, because he will squish your face in his hands and leave an aggressive smooch on your puckered lips.

Thanks you after every kiss. Because he’s always asking for one, so he’s being polite in return.

Sim Jaeyun ┆ 심재윤

Kisses with Jake are always playful. He’s just a playful guy overall, so having you in his arms while he presses kisses on your lips is the perfect opportunity to be even more playful.

Smiles between the kisses. The second your lips meet, he’s already suppressing a giggle. These sort of things just make him all smiley and giddy, he can’t help himself! Especially because you look so cute with his arms wrapped around your body. He will always somehow find a way to have you in his arms. You're leaning in to leave a peck on his lips, and the next thing you know he's squishing your body against his in a bear hug.

But definitely not before he leaves a quick peck on your cheek. He strikes me as the type of guy to love short, innocent kisses. I mean, he definitely has his moments, but they don't happen that often.

But when they do happen, he captures your lips with his own and refuses to pull away until the both of you feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. He thinks that you are just the cutest when you quickly pull away and try to catch your breath.

His personality shines through his kisses, honestly. The type to kiss the back of your hand, bow down and call you his majesty. A little silly, but still endearing. And it never fails to make you giggle.

This seems to be a very common theme… just being all giggly and smiley.

Jake loves the way it makes him feel tho. Every time he pulls you in for a hug he feels the need to plant a kiss on your lips, he can not control his urges. And when i say every time, I mean Every. Single. Time. So good luck with that!

Park Sunghoon ┆ 박성훈

He loves kisses. He may not admit it, but he loves them. Every time he looks down at your lips he just wants to lean in and kiss you. It’s an unhealthy addiction at this point, but he doesn’t mind!

Will melt into the kiss no matter what. He could be the angriest guy alive and the second you step into the room and give him a little smooch all of his worries disappear and his undivided attention is on you.

Needs a few seconds to process what happened, honestly. Like he just gets lost in the heavenly feeling and when he pulls away he just stares down at you in disbelief, as if you haven’t kissed a million times already. Breaks into a shy smile and leans in for another kiss, because once you start this game with him, yeah... It becomes a competition.

Guides your hands to the nape of his neck in the middle of the kiss, because he loves it when you play with the little hairs there. He gets goosebumps immediately and will melt into a puddle. You can feel him smile against your lips, and once you two stop your little smooching game he lets out a sigh of contentment and watches you laugh at his proud face.

He also likes kissing your neck. But sometimes he doesn't even kiss it. He just puts his head on your shoulder and his lips brush against your neck, it's super annoying 'cause it's ticklish so you have to push him away. And he just laughs at you.

Kim Sunoo ┆ 김선우

Kisses with Sunoo are always very sweet. Just so sweet, oh my god it’s insanity.

Your foreheads have to be pressed against each other or else it’s just not a Sunoo kiss. Holds your neck and pulls you in to rest his forehead against yours, then he captures your lips with his, pulls away and stares right into your eyes. And he smiles. And scrunches up his nose. How could you resist that? So you go in for another kiss, because he’s just too cute!

Knows that being cute gets him extra kisses, so he just tricks you into kissing him often. He knows that his pretty face is a weakness of yours… evil. Watches you lean in and then starts turning his face away from yours just to annoy you, so you’re gonna have to grab his cheeks to get him to stop. Which he loves.

He likes it when you hold his face in your hands, that action erupts butterflies in his stomach and the feeling of your warm hands on his cheeks makes him feel giddy, your face being inches away from his just makes it even better!

Master of stealing smooches, he’s sneaky. You could be making food, watching a movie, doing homework, or working, etc. he will find a way to kiss your forehead. If that doesn’t work, then he’ll settle on leaving a kiss on the top of your head. It’s like every time he walks past you he has to kiss you, whether it be on your lips, your cheeks, or your hands, doesn’t matter!

Yang Jungwon ┆ 양정원

Kisses with him don't happen that often, honestly. Well… not as often as he would like them to. Because he wants to kiss you, but he just doesn’t know how to. So it’s always you who initiates one.

At first, he was very hesitant, but he wanted to kiss you so bad it was becoming unbearable. Once you leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips he realized that it wasn’t as scary as he thought. And the more often you kissed him, the more he desired to experience it once more. It makes him feel at peace and calm.

When he comes back after a rough day, he secretly hopes that you notice and give him a kiss as a way to cheer him up. He just sits on the couch and pouts, sighs, then pouts again, until you notice. But he will never outright tell you he wants a kiss. No! Too embarrassing for him.

He loves it when you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him in, he'll immediately melt right then and there. Can't help but smile into the kiss, because every time your lips connect he gets reminded of how much he loves and appreciates you. He doesn't really know where to put his hands though, so he just puts them over yours and interlaces your fingers… or sometimes he simply stays as still a log. The 🧍 emoji embodied

The only kisses he himself initiates are nose kisses. He'll leave one before leaving to practice, or when it's a lazy morning and he woke up before you, he plants a quick kiss on your nose and watches your heavy eyelids lift up.

Nishimura Riki ┆ 西村力

Riki is the type to give soft and shy kisses. No matter how many times you two kiss, he will always get nervous!!!

Is so self-conscious about where his hand placement should be. He can not figure it out- everything feels too awkward. He usually settles for cupping your face in his hands.

He blushes when the kiss is over. Like his face is beet red, even if he was the one who initiated it with a smug look on his face (but trust me he’s a complete wreck). No matter how huge the smirk is, once you pull away it will always falter into a lopsided grin as his face gets progressively redder. But don't tease him about it tho, or he'll get super defensive.

Pulls you in by your waist, especially when he goes in for longer kisses. His lips are soft, it's like they mold against yours, it's just super sweet and makes your heart melt. And what makes it even cuter is that you could tell what he was planning to do by the way he was all jittery beforehand. He was fiddling with his fingers and stealing quick glances at your lips. Tends to pull you in closer or hug you when you try to pull away and take a look at his cute flushed face because he's too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

Rubs your noses together before/after the kiss if he feels extra confident and soft, because he's down bad.

Enjoys kisses more than he likes to admit so if you initiate one, he will never decline (except when he's teasing you). They just make him feel so special and loved, please kiss him a lot! 🙁

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hii!

could you write something about charles x actress!reader where fans start saying that they don’t work together and charles should get someone more humble and yn gets really sad and she thinks about breaking up with charles but charles doesn’t want too break up then he comforts her? it could turn into a smut or a fluff, whatever you’d like!

thank you, kisses 🩷🩷

-we belong-

summary : you read the hate comments and you do not feel enough for charles anymore...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x actress!reader

WARNINGS : none?

note : i hope you like this :)

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Charles and you have been dating for almost one and a half years now. You worked as an actress, while charles was a Formula One driver at Scuderia Ferrari.

You were so happy with charles as your boyfriend and best friend, and he was happy with you. But the fans of Charles were not as happy as you were with the relationship between the two of you.

First there were hate comments like 'charles deserves better' or 'they do not fit together' but then there were comments at premiers, events or even on the paddock.

You ignored them at first, but now that they were regularly, you couldn't ignore them anymore. As you read or heard them and started to doubt that you and charles could work.

Charles didn't realize you weren't feeling well, but that was your plan. You distanced yourself from him, which charles just thought and hoped was the stress.

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You read the comments under charles new Instagram post. Every hate comment, you read, you took to heart. You knew that charles deserved better, but you loved him.

You pondered about what to do right now. Maybe you should break up with charles and go on living your life without charles. Or maybe you should tell charles.

If you told charles, you both could talk and clear up the feeling that were inside you. But no, you didn't want to tell charles your problem. Instead, you decided you should break up.

It would benefit everyone. Charles could find another girlfriend that was better for him and fit better to him. And you could film your movies without the worry that charles fans were there to say hurtful things.

Everything could go back to normal.

So you called charles the next day and told him that he should come to your apartment because you wanted to talk about something which included your relationship.

Charles agreed and drove to your apartment. The bell rang and you opened the door anxiously. You welcomed charles in, without a hug or a kiss, which made charles suspect something bad.

Then you sat down on the couch, opposite from charles, which made him suspicious again. You played with your hands, that were in your lap. Then took a deep breath and looked him deep in the eyes.

“Charles… I think we should end our relationship or at least take a break. I can't take this hate anymore. It's consuming me whole.”

As you told this, charles, he was absolutely speechless. How could he not see how much it hurt you. He knew you became distant, but he didn't take it that serious.

But now that he had the pieces, the puzzle finally made sense. You became distant because you wanted to break up, but not because of him, because of the comments.

He didn't know what to say. How could he? You had just told him you wanted to end your journey together. But he needed to stop you. Charles needed to tell you that you could master this together.

“I love you, y/n. I hope you know this. I understand that the hate comments can get too much. Please tell me when you feel like this. I can help you to cope with it. But please don't break up with me. You will please the haters with it.”

He stood up from his place on the couch and walked to you. Charles kneeled in front of you and took your hand into his. He held them up to his mouth and gave your wrist a kiss, then he laid them back on your lap.

“Y/n, I know that this is hard, but please do not end our relationship just because of some stupid comments.”

Before you could say something, charles gave you a warm, long hug, to comfort you. He saw that small tears were starting to appear, and he didn't want you to cry.

You couldn't say anything, as you realized, that if you had just talked to charles, everything could have been avoided. The sadness wouldn't have consumed you.

Charles ended the hug and saw as the tears were running down your cheeks. His heart broke at the sight of you being so upset. He’d do anything to make you feel better.

He hugged you again, rubbed your back as he held you tight and whispered sweet things into your ear. The scent of your boyfriend comforted. Charles wiped your tears and kissed your stained cheeks.

“It’s okay”

Charles hummed to you, even though he’d never ever admit to anyone he had done that, but he knew how much you loved it and as I said, he’d do anything for you

You wrapped your arms around Charles's shoulders, burrowed your head into his neck. He smelled of his aftershave and his expensive shampoo. Charles traced circles on your back with his fingers, his nose buried in your hair.

“I’m here with you”

harles gave you a small, light kiss on your neck, while he rubbed his nose against the warm skin of your neck. He hoped that everything would be alright in time.

“Je t'aime. Nous allons nous en sortir ensemble. Tout va s'arranger. Mais s'il te plaît, arrête de lire ces commentaires horribles et méchants. Tu vaux bien mieux que tous ceux qui écrivent de tels commentaires. Nous sommes faits l'un pour l'autre.”

I love you. We'll get through this together. We're going to be okay. But please, stop reading those horrible, mean comments. You are so much better than anyone who writes such comments. We belong together.

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New York Streets & Dreams

Harry Styles, a classic New York law firm grump meets a wild spirited girl, Y/N when he argues with her on a road intersection.

Grump!harry; a grump x sunshine trope.

warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing. Suggestive language.

The songs playing in your headphones pumped your head with a string of melodies. You hum with a smile on your face, riding your bicycle in the warm sun taking in the city around you. Your paint splattered hands, still a bit wet grip the bicycle handle as you steer it around the city.

You steer around the busy and bustling roads, whisked away in a world of your own. You paid no heed to the rushing cars, staying near the footpath. Many had often told you not to cycle, especially during rush hour since the streets would be jam packed. “Walking, driving or going in a cab isn’t the same as cycling y’know?” You’d always say when the question was risen as to why you cycle.

You were about to turn right when a series of honks stops you right in your path. You yank down your headphones harshly and look around, an annoyed look beginning to form on your face.

“You!”

You whip your head to meet that voice. You see a man, dressed in a blue blazer over a white shirt with trousers step down from his Mercedes, his face morphed into a furious expression.

“What?” You ask harshly, your bicycle still parked right in front of his car.

“Look around woman! I would’ve run you over.” He shouts at you over the loud traffic.

“I was on my side of the lane. You’re the one who decided last minute to take the turn!” You yell back with equal anger as you meet his steel gaze, your own unflinching.

“You had your headphones on! If you would’ve looked around, we wouldn’t be here!” He said, even more annoyed than before now.

“What do you want? You know what, I offer you my sincerest fucking apology! Leave me alone!” You said, your coloured hands flailing in the air.

“An apology? Thats not good enough. You need to be aware of your surroundings.” He countered, his arms crossing over his chest.

“And you need to chill out. It’s just a traffic jam!” You exclaimed, your voice a pitch higher.

“You don’t understand! I almost ran you over!” You were certain that the man in front was giving out literal smoke now.

“Yeah, well I’m still here so calm down.” You said sarcastically. Your hands come down and rest at either side of your hip.

“You’re unbelievable. I can’t do this.” He said, huffing out a breath of disbelief.

“Fine. Suit yourself.” You said shrugging as you sat on your bicycle. And began to cycle.

“Watch where you’re going!” The man yelled for the last time.

Harry checked his watch again and again, contemplating if going out with his friends was a good decision considering how his utter shit his day had been. He had reached his office late because of a mishap that involved him arguing with a pretty girl in between a traffic jam which earned him an earful from his colleagues.

He looked around the neon street, the coloured lights metling into the dark night sky above him. He wondered, when he was the last time he went out with friends. When was the last time he went just as Harry, not as a top shot lawyer? When was the last time he didn’t think about work?

He couldn’t remember.

“Harry! I’m so happy you made it!” Lindsey, smiled and encased him in a hug.

Lindsay had been begging Harry to join her and her friends since the last two months. Harry as always, had politely refused saying that his workload was far too much. However, Lindsey wasn’t short of surprise when Harry called her late this afternoon and said he wanted to join her.

“I’m only here so that I don’t have to deal with you for the next two months.” Harry said rolling his eyes playfully. Lindsey smacked his arm and dragged him in the club.

It was large semi circle couch nestled in the back corner with a mammoth sized round wood table fitted in it like a puzzle piece.

Lindsey dragged Harry all the way to the back of the club where he spotted a few familiar faces. All of them waved to Harry and Harry said to hi them.

“Where’s Y/N?” Lindsey asked as she slid onto the seat.

“In the washroom.” A friend, Niall said before downing a shot in one go earning an impressed looking from Harry in return.

“You’ll love Y/N.” Lindsey said, winking at Harry who was still standing. He only gave her a slight smile.

Harry was about to go to the washroom before a voice boomed, seeming quite familiar.

“You! Oh my God you’re stalking me!” You yelled at him, your face showing how furious you are. Everyone at the table stopped eating and drinking because all their focus was fixated on you.

“What the fuck!” Harry said, his eyes widening at the accusation you hurled at him.

“You try to kill me first and now that I’m alive even after your murder attempt, you decide to do the deed here.” You said, referring to his attempt at ‘mudering’.

“Are you stupid?” Harry asked you in utter disbelief.

“No but I have a gun!” You said, not realising that you hadn’t even brought your purse with you tonight.

“Yeah, well where is it then?” Harry asked you, crossing his arms as he eyed you up and down like a predator assessing his prey.

“It’s none of your business!” You yell at him, realising that he caught you lying red handed. You size him up, your arms crossing over your chest.

“So I guess you two have met already. Harry this is Y/N, Y/N this is Harry.” Lindsey murmured from her side of the table, the overhanging lamp illuminating only a small part of her face.

“For the record, you and I know both know I didn’t try to kill you.” Harry said, his eyebrows raised as a wary look danced in his eyes.

“Fine.” You said.

“Great now that’s over, let’s get this party started!” Niall yelled, with excitement as the whole table broke out in a couple of hoots.

As the night proceeded, you downed drink after drink and danced like there would be no tomorrow. The lights flashing around you merged into your skin. The music blaring around you was pumping life into you.

In the corner of your eye, you see Harry who was leaning against the wall, a drink that he had been drinking for the past half hour still in his hand as he looked around with a bored look etched on his face. You walk toward him, your steps much more confident now because of a few drinks you had.

If your circumstance wasn’t so compelling you might have thought Harry to be quite an attractive man. You could make out the sculpted muscles of his biceps and abdomen through his shirt.

Harry watched you intently, drinking in your frame with every movement of yours. He didn’t fail to notice how wondrous your body looked in that little white dress you paired with a metal chain waist belt which had blue stones engraved on it, resting on the swell of your hips.

“You look as if you’re at a funeral.” You snickered, coming to stand close to him. Your forearms touch and you feel your focus narrow to the sparks of fire you felt coming from there.

Harry let his lips show a sliver of smile, a chuckle coming out of him.

“Ah well I’m not really in the mood to dance or party tonight.” Harry said shrugging slightly.

“What! You’re at a club, with such amazing people. Come on, if you’re not gonna dance on your own then dance with me.” You said smiling at him as your turn your face to look at him, admiring how the dancing lights accentuated his eyes and upraised cheekbones and his plush lips.

“You’re drunk, arent ya?” Harry asked you.

“It takes me more than three sleazy drinks to get drunk.” You said patting his arm.

“Well, I can’t really dance.” Harry said, evidently stalling like a five year old.

“It’s about having fun Harry.”

Those words somehow snapped a leash on Harry which he didn’t know existed. You extended your hand towards him that he gladly took.

Harry never knew he could have that much fun. He danced all night with you, drinking to his hearts content and screaming every song that played, even the ones he swore he’d never listen, ‘stupid pop music’ he called those same songs.

His hands were on your waist now and you broke out in a string of giggles, the alcohol in your system heightening every feeling. Harry looked at you and marvelled at your face, how pretty it looked and smiled at you softly drawing you closer to him.

“If you hadn’t tried mudering me this morning, I would’ve called you handsome y’know.” You said flicking his nose.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to murder you.” Harry said smiling.

“God, you’re so handsome Harry.”

Harry woke up with a groan as he clutched his head. He looked around and found himself in a room he couldn’t recognise. There were sun catchers hanging from the large window which was installed, as large as a wall casting sparkles all over the room. There were plush colourful stuff toys strewn all over the orange couch opposite to the bed he found himself in. He looked over and saw you sleeping.

The sight of you alone nearly knocked out his breath.

You slowly you open your eyes and once the realisation hits, you scramble out of the bed, looking at yourself and then Harry. You were in an oversized tee shirt of yours while Harry was in a pair of boxers.

“Did we?” You ask him, standing barefoot at your wooden floor.

“No, we were too out of it.” Harry said looking at you.

“Oh thank God.” You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “Wait, it’s not like I don’t want to do it with you, seriously don’t take it that way-”

“Hmmm.” Harry hummed, clearly amused with your state of chaos.

“I dont want to do it with you if we’re like.. drunk and all. I’d rather be stone cold sober.” You said.

“I’ll keep that in mind Y/N.” Harry said chuckling.

“Oh my God I’ll just shut up.” You said, covering your face with your hand.

Harry looked at the time and got up, stretching. You avoided the urge to look at his sculpted arms, chest and stomach but you managed to sneak in a few glances.

“I’ve got a case to prepare for. I’ll text you in a few.” Harry said as he buttoned his white shirt.

“You don’t have my number.” You said.

“But Lindsey does.” Harry said shrugging.

He wore his trousers and grabbed his stuff. Before leaving he ran a hand over your hair playfully. He then snaked an arm around your waist and tugged you towards him. You bit down a gasp at the sudden movement and closeness that was now there.

“I’d kiss you if i wasn’t so late for work.” Harry said.

“Are you making excuses Harry?” You said, peering up at him as you rested your hands on his chest.

“I’m waiting for the right moment Love.” He said.

He dipped his head and kissed the corner of your lips. He slowly moved his lips over yours. You could feel them hovering over yours. You could imagine and feel how kissing him would be like, sparks running down your bones and veins.

“I’ll see you.” Harry said, kissing your cheek before leaving for work.

You felt yourself melt into a puddle of emotions and glitter as you sank to the floor with a youthful smile on your face.

Harry, in all his corporate glory was late to pick you up tonight. Meaning, he had no time to change his clothes which is why he stood at your door, in his black trousers and ruffled white shirt, a single rose he plucked from his office garden dangling from his hand.

Harry most positively hated everyone. He hated large crowds. He hated too much colour. He’d rather live life in black and white but you brought about a change. A change dripping with colours and laughter and undiluted joy.

He rang your doorbell which was splattered with coloured fingerprints, probably yours.

“Hi.” You said, emerging out of the apartment which was installed above your art studio where you took classes and painted by yourself.

“You look beautiful.” Harry said, as you dressed up in a short white satin skirt which you paired with a yellow top. Your cowboy boots clicked with every step.

“You look like… you came straight from work.” You said chuckling.

“That’s because I did.” Harry said as he handed you over the single rose, already whitering.

“Cute.” You said.

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Harry looked around the restraunt, sitting opposite to you. It hadn’t occurred to him how silent and how much of a grump he had been all evening. You observed him silently, waiting for a sliver of conversation to appear between you two.

“Get up.” You said, breaking Harry out of his daze.

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Here’s my half of the bill, give yours and let’s get the hell out of here.” You said callinh a waiter, giving her half as you waited for Harry. He handed her his half as well and stood up and followed her out.

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Harry had no clue you bring him here out of all the places he could think of. You handed over Harry his rollerskates, a devious smile on your face.

“No.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked around the skating rink, purple lights flashing all over his face.

“Come on, don’t be a sour sport.” You said lacing your shoes.

“We could have had a nice dinner-”

“Not with you ignoring me all night Harry.” You shot back before he could finish his sentence. “I don’t know what was bothering you but now we’re here. You’ll only have fun if you let go.” You added gently.

“Fine.” Harry said as he laced his shoes and stepped into a rink.

Harry holds your hand as you guide him, picking up pace gradually. You smile at him as you leave his hand and circle around him, twirling like a small child. You let out a laugh as Harry yanks to his side, almost making you two fall down on the ground.

“Harry!” You squeal as his hand reaches your waist and pulls you towards him.

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence, gliding with you effortlessly. You jab his side causing him to let go. You poke your tongue at him and skate away backwards, your eyes at him.

Harry tries to skate as fast as you but ends up almost tripping. “Come here Y/N!” He says, from one end his face full of joy.

You slowly glide towards him and interlace your hands with his. You pull him towards yourself this time and rest your arms on his neck, a smile on his lips at your movement.

“You look very beautiful tonight Love.” Harry said, an idle coming to rest at the curve of your back.

“You happened to mention it earlier.” You said blushing.

Harry looked at you and realised how much you meant to him. He realised that he in fact didn’t how to have fun or let loose before he met you. Hell, he’s even rollerblading with you. Harry felt free. Harry felt himself. Harry felt at home.

And perhaps that’s why he kissed you.

His hand reached out, cupping your cheek while the other reached the nape of your neck. His touch sent shivers down your spine. And there it was, without a word he kissed.

Harry kissed you and the world slowed down.

In that moment, all colours merged into one. Your focus narrowed down to the entirety of the kiss and how it felt to move your tongue against his, savouring him slowly and sinfully.

Harry pulled away and looked into yours. His being a pool of utter joy and happiness. He picked you up slightly, sounds of laughter of coming out of the two of you.

“It’s the Rollerblading, I tell ya.” Harry said smiling.

You were sitting in your art studio all by yourself when the bell rang. You found it peculiar since you had no classes scheduled today. You wiped your hands off a towel and opened the door to see Harry, dressed in normal clothes for the first time in months.

You and Harry had been meeting on and off for a quite a while now. Kissing him, cuddling him, simply staying with him brought you happiness and same was for harry. You saw him open up to new things like dancing in the rain, going to McDonalds at midnight, screaming songs and appreciate life.

“How can I help you today?” You ask him, your arms coming to rest at either shoulder as he pulled you in and kissed you hard and slow.

He pulled away and shifted on his feet.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him as you sat back on your seat and began finishing your painting.

Harry fished out a piece of paper and started reading, a smile of amusement on your face.

“Y/N, you’re the reason I feel no shame in singing at the top of my lungs or at skinny dipping late night. You make me live. And I know I’m not what you want and I know I’m an arrogant son of a bitch but the minute I saw you at the intersection, I knew was I fucked. So-” Harry stopped mid way, crumbled the letter and looked at you, his gaze unflinching as he asked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes.” You said as you ran over to him, your painted hands grabbing his face as you kissed him with all your might.

Authors note: thank you so much for reading! Interact with me! Let me know if you liked it in the comments, send me asks, send me messages, talk to me! I love you I love you I love you.

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cambrinkisbae · 3 months

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✧.*Not Friends pt 2*.✧

Paige Bueckers x Reader

summary - Paige falls just as deep inlove as you do but you feel the need to push away

word count - 2.2k

themes:

angst? (irdk the definition of angst someone help me out)

warnings:

some making out but nothing serious

implied hooking up

A/N- i hate how this part turned out but i doubt my writing all the time so let me just calm tf down

Her lips felt perfect around mine for so long until they didn't. It was euphoric, kissing Paige for the first time. so euphoric that it felt wrong. She probably felt bad for me. It was so painfully obvious when I liked someone. Or maybe it's because I was drunk. Maybe she just wanted to give me a good time. But then again, her lips hugged mine perfectly, sending a shock wave through my veins. My eyes were hazy and a bit fogged up, but I could still see Paige's icy blue eyes staring into mine. Slowly, she pulled away, and all she did was look. Admire if you will, and all I had to show for it was the blankest stare on my face. Eventually that blank stare turned into a soft smile that really screamed, 'holy shit, I just kissed Paige Bueckers, and I liked it.' A light laugh escaped from her lips as she turned away.

"Did you like it?" She said it with a heavy sense of cockiness. All of a sudden, I felt paralyzed. No words could even be formed in my head. The only thing I managed to do at that moment was smash my lips against hers. Her mouth latched onto mine quickly. I felt her hands run across my back, tracing my spine. Her hands made their way down to my hips, lifting me up at the same time the blonde sat up. My hands roamed around her toned body, feeling around her abs. I rolled the bottom of her tank top up just enough to slide my hand further under her clothes.

After Paige was fully sitting up on the edge of the bed, I straddled her waist. Her grip on my hips was strong and firm, yet still It gave me a bit of comfort to feel her hands on me. Our lips continued to melt together, fitting just like puzzle pieces. I felt her tongue poke out through her parted lips, so I quickly opened my mouth wider to let her explore further around it. Her hands began to move my hips at a steady pace against her waist. "Paige..." I whined into her neck. "Yes?" She didn't hesitate to stop what she was doing just to make sure that I was okay and that I was comfortable. "Should we be doing this?" I pulled away from her skin and made eye contact with her. She laughed a bit at my nervous tone. "Only if you want to." A long breath left my mouth as Paige kissed down my jaw and onto my collarbones. She sucked on parts of my exposed skin, leaving light marks that would probably become more intense if we kept going.

Everything was a messy blur after that. I woke up on top of Paige's torso, my face pressed against her stomach, which was now only covered by a blanket. My eyes wandered around the room, looking for my clothes. Apparently Paige was a very light sleeper because, when I tried to sit up, I felt her big hands wrap around my waist tightly. Her hands were cold against my bare skin. Something in my body dropped when she pulled me back against her body. After that, she still acted like she was dead asleep, even though her grip was still as tight as it was when she had me against her thigh. I sat up a bit and leaned closer to the blonde's ear. "Paige, I can't stay in bed all day. I actually have classes today." My voice was groggy against her ear. Paige finally gave up and let me stand up, but she kept a pout on her face the entire time I was getting dressed. I'm surprised I was even able to talk to Paige like that without folding just at her look. I was never this confident before, but I guess hooking up with the one person you thought didn't like you gives you an ego boost.

After scrummaging through Paige's room to find almost all of my clothes, I put on her hoodie, since I couldn't find mine, and headed towards the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water and dried it off with a paper towel. The bathroom was the cleanest part of Paige's room, for sure. Before I was able to leave the room and walk out the door, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. "Paige, what are you doing?" I said, trying to get her to loosen her arms. "Can we do this more often, or were you just crushing on me to get in my pants?" Paige snickered. My eyes were still heavy from sleeping in so late, and my brain was certainly not functioning right because there was no way that Paige Bueckers wanted anything serious with me. I turned around and held onto her shoulders. "That is not at all true, Paige. We just can't; I don't want you to be distracted from basketball, you know?" At this point, I was just making up excuses for no reason. I wanted something serious with Paige, and I really did, but I was just hurt way too many times. The truth is that I was scared of being mentally ruined by another girl. Immediately, her eyes became dull. almost like the blue went gray. Paige scoffed and let go of my waist. "ok. Next time, just let me know when you're ready to commit to something you clearly want." She stormed out of the doorway and further into her room.

I know it's not that big of a deal, but something about that sentence really hit hard. I walked out of her room, gently shutting the door, and headed into the living room of her team apartment. The first thing I saw was a shocked and very confused Aubrey sitting on the couch along with Azzi, Ines, and Ayanna. All their attention was towards me now as they began asking why I was with Paige and how long I was there. "Were you there over night?" Inês said, quickly sitting up. All I did. was stare ahead at the front door, thinking about how I'm going to get there without being tackled with another 15 questions. "She just drove me here because I was drunk last night. nothing happened." I said the last part under my breath. All four of the girls went back and forth, making multiple sarcastic comments. I sighed heavily before speed-walking up to the front door and opening it. Just as I was about to finally leave this whole awkward situation, a special someone ran through the hallway to me, holding a sweater in her pale hands. "hey! I found your sweater, so you don't have to wear mine!" Paige tan up to me with that still infuriated look on her face and held my navy blue crew neck in my face. My face goes red out of embarrassment and because Paige was this close to me again. I snatch the sweater out of her hands and slam the door behind me.

I had already called Nika to take me back to my dorm, so she was editing outside in her car. She unlocked the door for me, and as soon as I was in that car, I started flooding with tears. mainly out of anger but also out of sadness. Nika quickly unbuckled herself to give me a tight hug. "Oh my god, what happened?" Nika held me close, rubbing my back gently. My cries were muffled against Nika's hoodie, leaving a few wet marks where my eyes were. I removed my nose from the crook of her neck and paused the hug to get a few words out. "I think I fucked it up with Paige," I said in between wiping my eyes and nose. Nika pulled me into another hug, squeezing me tighter this time. "Aw, hun. It's going to be ok. I'm sure things will work out; it just takes time." She pulled away from me and held my shoulders. We stared at each other for what felt like forever, or just until tears stopped streaming down my face. "So what happened? explain everything." It took me a while to explain everything fully without mixing my words with salty tears. Once I was done, Nika pulled me into one more final hug. "Oh my god, that is definitely a lot. Well, maybe you should take a break from just talking to Paige in general, and if you can't get yourself to do that, then just try seeing her as a friend. Wait, that's fucking stupid. Okay, here's what you're going to do. pray." Nika almost burst into laughter before realizing that I was still in tears and on the brink of another mental breakdown. She sighed slowly, noticing a couple more tears running along my cheek. Her head turned towards the road now, pulling out of the parking lot. I stared at the sky, which was a bit gray, really defining my mood today, huh? Everything felt muffled and foggy to me. The air in the car was hazy and silent; the usually blue sky was fogged up, and the sound of cars passing by was the only thing filling up this silence. After a long and painfully quiet car ride, Nika pulled into the driveway of the UCONN campus and unlocked the door. "Do you want me to stay over? We could watch a movie play so-" Nika offered me a girls day together, and I didn't want to be rude, but I needed time to myself, so I cut her off. "It's ok, Nika. I'll be OK. I'll see you tomorrow." Yes, I was going to spend the entire day just doing my classes and sitting in bed contemplating why I even like girls in the first place. I stepped out of Nika's car and closed it gently behind me before walking into campus.

I headed over to my dorm to get changed and put on makeup before my first class, which was at 10:30. After finishing my hair and makeup, I threw on a pair of flared jeans and the same blue sweater that Paige handed to me. I made myself a cup of coffee and headed out the door to my first class. The first minute that I stepped in that door, I heard at least five boys whistle at me, which usually did not happen. To my left were a couple girls giving me confused, judgmental looks, and to my right was another group of girls laughing at me as if I had a mustache on my face. A long sigh left my mouth before I held onto my bag tighter and sat down in an empty spot. I have no idea why everyone was making this seem like the first day of goddamn high school, but I tried to not pay attention to it and just take my notes from the most boring lecture about economics to ever exist.

My pencil dragged across my notebook as I mindlessly wrote down half of what my professor was saying. The next thing I knew, it was all over. I stood up and grabbed my tote bag before rushing through the crowd of people that were exiting the doorway. After shoving through the same girls who gave me dirty looks and the same boys who were acting like 13-year-olds, I headed back to my dorm. As soon as I left the main hallway, I put in my earbuds and resumed listening to Minor by Gracie Abrams, which was playing this morning. I let my mind trail off to a different road of thoughts that wasn't how much stuff I had to do other than all my homework. The corridors that led to the dorms were silent, like usual—not empty, just silent. A couple people walked past me but had their airpods or headphones on. For just a second, I felt a cold breeze rush down my neck from the open window. It felt like the entire campus just paused, and I was only playing. I continued walking down the hallway, making my way to the stairs. but then everything was loud again.

I unlocked my door and stepped through, shutting it immediately after. At almost the speed of light, I tossed my bag on my makeshift couch and kicked off my shoes to reveal my pink pair of socks. Not even bothering to talk to my roommate, I rushed into my room and shut the door aggressively. A long and heavy sigh left my lips as I plopped myself on my bed. "God, I wish I was able to live in a big apartment," I said to myself. A couple hours passed by, and I woke up in a completely different position than when I fell asleep. My brain was definitely not thinking clearly enough because there was no chance that Paige was next to me with her arms wrapped around me. There was absolutely no actual way she was spooning me right now. I'm not complaining or anything, but what the fuck? How the fuck did she get here? My eyes widened quickly once I turned around to see the blondes hair fall upon my shoulder. Her face was buried in my neck, and her arms were wrapped around my arms, strapping me into her warmth. I took a couple deep and slow breaths, trying not to wake her up. I just know that if I lifted her head up from my skin, her eyes would just pierce my soul so quickly, and I'd give in before smashing our lips together. Oh wait. That is literally happening right now.

#basketball #lesbian #paige bueckers #girlblogger #uconn wbb #wbb #wcbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #angst #i hate this

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junethestudent · 5 months

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Hi, I hope that you're doing well! Would it be alright to request Gp Bada x Virgin Idol reader? Where they been together for a while and reader is staying the night at Bada's place and things turn hot and heavy.. and reader admits she's never been with anyone but wants to be Bada's entirely.. Reader knew Bada had a cock and from what she felt during their make out sessions.. a pretty big one but she didn't expect it to be that big.. With soft yet possessive dom Bada prepping reader and aftercare! Please?

Your First

G!P Bada Lee x F! Virgin Idol

TW: Swearing, aggressive behaviors, unprotected sex, and praise.

With the release of your new album your schedule had been filled with video shoots, modeling gigs, and a world tour. Not to mention the endless amount of concerts that were tightly fit in between the rest of your schedule.

When you returned to Korea the first thing you set out to do was see your girlfriend, Bada. Bada had always been reclusive, yet when you met her she stuck close to you. Always showing up at your company to support you and bring you gifts, and even giving you private dance classes on the side.

It was only a matter of time before you and Bada began to date. Everything about her was something to remember, like tiny puzzle pieces, each a different thing to like about her.

However, there was something about her that stuck out - quite literally. That bulge in her sweatpants was all too noticeable, it was as if she made no effort to hide it. Even when you visited her house there were key signs, such as the toilet seat always being left up, or the bottle of lotion on her nightstand, and it turned her on, knowing that you knew.

Here you were outside of her house now, awkwardly standing at the front door. Your finger moves towards the doorbell but before you can react the door opens halfway.

“You came to see me?” She grins and steps closer to you. In one hand she has a towel to dry her damp hair. She must have showered because that citrusy smell was all over her, you could smell the sweetness as she wrapped you in a hug, her damp shirt sticking to your cheek.

“I meant to see you sooner but with my schedule and all it just wasn’t easy.”

She nods knowingly and takes your hand in hers as you enter her house. It’s warm inside and so welcoming, just like the first time you had visited. With her hand on the small of your back she guides you to the living room.

“How have you been, with the promotions and all,” she says with her eyes trained on you, examining every inch of your body as she speaks.

“Fine. Just a little tired now.”

The room fell silent. Without thinking you curled up against her, sitting in her lap. It just felt right what with the silence and all. You can feel her heart pounding through her chest at an inconsistent but rapid pace.

You try to remain calm but with the way she’s gazing down at you it makes you feel anxious.

Bada brushes her hair out of her face and observes you for a little longer before pecking you on the lips. But for someone like Bada that isn’t enough. She kisses you deep this time, her tongue snaking into your mouth, your saliva mixing with hers. That isn’t the only thing you can feel. The mound forming in her pants practically lifted you upward as it grew larger.

Bada moves her hand closer to your inner-thigh while hurriedly pulling at the fabric of your shorts and leaving them tangled near your ankles.

You’ve never wanted something so bad, and yet your hand shoots to block her advances.

“Bada I’ve never done it before. I haven’t had sex..”

She studies your face while rubbing your shoulder with her free hand.

“If you don’t feel comfortable there is always another time. Whatever you want babe.”

“I want it. I want you to be in me.. and love me,” your body felt like it was on fire, as if even the tips of your fingers were burning up.

Bada drags her tongue across your neck and then on the line of your jaw.

Your hand cups her bulge and you slowly palm the area.

“How do I make it feel good for you?”

Your question made her giggle a bit.

Bada carefully slips her pants off to reveal the massive lump protruding from her boxers.

“Take it out,” she guides your hand to the hole in her boxers.

Your hand opens the fabric of her boxers..

Her cock juts out from in between her legs, pre-cum sliding off of the tip. Her balls pulse and tighten as you clutch onto her shaft.

“You’re doing good pretty girl, now move your hand up and down for me.”

Her hand holds onto yours and somewhat steers it, you can feel the warm skin of her cock being moved under your palm.

Bada grunts at the feeling of your soft hands, her jaw tightening and tensing.

Even with how fast you were moving you just wanted her in you. Maybe it was the fact you were a virgin, or the lack of time for masturbation. You hold yourself nervously above her, straddling her waist, it must have been stupidity that made you drop yourself onto her erect cock, taking all of her inside of you.

A rush of pain like lightning shot through your body, it felt tight and most definitely painful. Her eyes widen in shock at the sight of you taking her all in. She shudders and audibly moans at the feeling of your tight cunt sucking her in.

“Does it hurt? Are you okay?”

You were at a loss for words. You just gave her the signal to continue moving.

She hesitantly held onto you and slowly thrusted upward, her hand resting on your back.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow for you. Just relax.” You can feel her labored breathing in your ear as you slump over her feeling defeated.

But the pain soon subsides and a tingling feeling overtakes your now stretched out pussy. The small amount of blood and your juices made a fine lubricant for her to thrust into.

“You can go faster now,” you mumble into her ear.

She begins to thrust faster now, enough for the sound of your skin slapping against hers to echo throughout the room. It felt especially good with her balls slapping against your ass constantly.

Every spot in your hole felt like your g-spot. Every thrust made you buckle over in pleasure, your hands clawing at her back and up her neck.

To keep her hands moving Bada presses one finger against your ass and another finger on your clit. She switches speeds making her next move completely unpredictable.

The overstimulation makes you feel as if you arenhigh, high off of the feeling of her cock making you whole. “Bada- Bada ‘m gonna cum.”

She quickens her pace while steadying your body making it easier for you to straddle her waist. “Just hold onto me. It’s gonna be okay, you’re doing so well.”

Listening to her instructions you wrap your arms around her neck and plant your knees into the cushions of the couch.

It comes fast and unexpected and hits like a bullet. Letting out a worked up cry and strings of cuss words you come harder than you ever have when masturbating. Bada holds you in a tight hug, letting you ride out your orgasm on her dick. Not only did it look big it felt so big inside of you.

Just like the feeling came it left, but that didn’t stop Bada from holding you for a moment so she could let out a few thick ropes of her seed inside of you. She seems more focused on your orgasm rather than her own.

“Was it okay princess?” She kisses your cheek and rests her head on your shoulder. As she talks she lifts you up and carries you to the kitchen, setting you on one of the stools near the island.

“It felt nice the way you guided me. I want to do it all over again.” You smile softly at her as she walks to you with a glass of water.

“Drink.”

You take the cup and drink, taking slow gulps of water. She hugs you and wipes at the smeared parts of your makeup with her thumb.

“You know I’m always there for you right? I’m your biggest fan,” she kisses you on the top of your head.

June Note: I think for now I’m done writing fiction about Bada Lee since I’ve wrote three now. I feel like I’m rushing and running out of ideas and words to use, haha!

Please cheer for me and the next fiction I write.

I hope you like it anon! :)

#bada lee #nsf/w #g!p #g!p bada lee #junethestudent

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