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borathae · 2 years

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“You and Yoongi haven’t taken that certain next step in your relationship yet. But when a sudden sexy scene on screen suprises you, said step seems way easier to take than imagined."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, domestic Fluff

Warnings: this is pure lovemaking, subby!Yoongi, gentle dom!Reader, praises, good boy kink, a sex scene in a movie, he gets hard because of it, she rubs him over his sweats :'), he is so cuddly and cute, he sits on her lap :(, thigh riding & dry humping, breast worshipping, body worshipping for both, the best kisses, nipple sucking & play, he has sensitive nipples, oral (f.receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), protected sex, penetrative sex, missionary position with lots of hugs, he also cries cause it feels so good, i wanna scream this is so soft

Wordcount: 10.4k

a/n: This is the softest lil feel good smut I ever wrote 😔 (but it's also really hot wtf, I'm dying here 🥴) I just want them to be happy for eternity 😔 I also think that I made my heart literally burst for good boy!Yoongi, holy moly I didn't know I needed Yoongi with a good boy kink in my life, but I do. Him sitting on her lap does things to me, I wanna treat him so right

You have Yoongi over tonight. He came for warm milk, cookies and a movie after his heaters once again acted up. Not that his acting up heaters are the only reason he came over. He missed you a great deal and really wanted to see you. You instantly said yes because you missed him too and five minutes later, he was by your door with Holly in his arms.

You built a blanket fort in the sunroom and on top of your most comfortable pillows and blankets, you enjoy your delicacies, bundled up and cozy and with a silly romance movie on.

It has been snowing the entire day. The world is covered in a thick white blanket by now. Inside the cold can’t reach you however, you made sure with big fuzzy socks for the both of you and your trusty old space heaters.

One of which, Levi claimed as his own, now slumbering right in front of it with his nose covered by his paws and his back getting warmed up by the heater.

He hasn’t bothered to move ever since the neighbour came over. Quite frankly, he is rather annoyed by his frequent visits and the obsessive kissing the two of you like to engage in, in his presence. So he tries not to move too much and sleep until the neighbour is leaving again.

Not that Yoongi is planning to do so any time soon. As a matter of fact, he is planning on staying overnight.

He reaches into the bowl of popcorn, fetching nothing.

"Oh no, empty", he says.

"Really? Oh dear. Don’t worry, I have more", you assure him, taking the bowl only to get stopped by Yoongi.

"Don't worry, I got it", he says, pecking your cheek before getting on all fours and crawling out of the blanket fort.

Holly, who had slumbered on a pillow before, lifts his head and jumps to his little feet to waddle after his daddy. He loves the frequent visits to your cottage. It smells so good here and he has a new friend to play with all the time. Holly loves playing with Levi, even if his friend sometimes acts annoyed by their playtime. He also loves tonight. He hopes that his daddy will never ever leave again. Oh dear! He is already so far away. Holly starts running, bumping his head with Yoongi’s leg once caught up.

"Careful Holly", Yoongi tells him, looking down at him.

Holly retorts the look with all the love he can offer. He has the best dad ever! Tonight is awesome!

"Can you get some cookies too?" you call out from the fort.

"Sure", Yoongi says, disappearing inside afterwards with Holly by his side.

He returns soon after, carrying the fruits of his successful hunt in your kitchen. You press play on the movie, accepting the plate of cookies and making space for Holly jumping back in.

"You didn’t have to pause for me", Yoongi tells you.

"Of course I did, you'd have missed so much", you say, welcoming him back under the blanket.

"So warm. I was freezing my butt off outside", he says, snuggling into you. His head is resting on your shoulder, his arm is snug around your waist and one of his legs is lodged right between your thighs. The bowl of popcorn he placed a little further down on your lap. And Holly is slumbering on his pillow again, resting his little chin on his little paws.

"It's not that cold", you tease him, rubbing his arm to get him warm again.

"Yeah it is, you gotta warm me up."

"Aww poor baby", you coo, hugging him closer all while rubbing his back quickly, "there we go, get warm again."

Yoongi hums contently, focusing his eyes back on the movie while his lips curl into a tiny smile. So nice. He couldn’t ask for a better way too get warmed up.

Soon you can hear the faint sound of him eating popcorn and chuckling at funny parts of the movie and calmness returns.

You and Yoongi spend a lot of time together these days. Even more time than you did back in summer. And you love every single second of it.

Yoongi is the best time spending partner you could ever ask for. And gosh, he is so sweet and funny and always knows the best stories and his kisses are the best and he smells so nice, his cooking is heavenly too and to top it all off, he likes being the little spoon. Yes, you were aware that you were thoroughly and crazily whipped for him, but can one really blame you if someone as sweet as Yoongi is your boyfriend? Surely one can forgive the quick swooning.

The point however was, that you and Yoongi are spending a lot of time together and you realised that next to all the little quirks you love to swoon over, Yoongi truly was such an enrichment in your life. You may have sounded like a hormonal teenager at first, but Yoongi is so sweet and he makes you laugh like nobody else does. And even mundane things like cooking or going grocery shopping feel exciting with him.

You are currently in the phase of your relationship where you get to know each other's cuddling habits. As mentioned before, Yoongi loves being the little spoon. Which was perfect, because you love being the big spoon. Yoongi also loves resting his head on your shoulder or your chest. Which was perfect because you love playing with his hair and feeling the weight of his head rise and sink in sync with your breathing.

Hand holding? Was a shared favourite of both of you.

Napping whilst cuddling? Yoongi showed you the joy of it.

Watching a movie whilst cuddling? You introduced Yoongi to it.

Making out because of cuddling? Yes. A simple and confident Yes.

So in conclusion, you and him spend a lot of time glued together. A lot of time.

And while that may make one think that you also spend a lot of time glued together without your clothes on, that is not entirely true.

It has been a while since you got together and while you still had a few hot nights after your reunion, you didn’t really spend a lot of time having sex.

Especially the traditional type of sex. The type where he sticks his thingy inside of you. That kind.

You didn’t have that yet.

There was no particular reason for it, the time just didn’t feel right yet.

Which was quite ironic, because on the few occasions where you did end up tangled and horny, you were always this close to getting there.

One time, you were stopped by Holly barking for his dinner.

Another time, Yoongi’s one and only condom ripped right as he slipped it on and you had to stop.

Then it didn't and he was already on top of you, when Levi had the brilliant idea to jump on his back and scratch him (that night wasn’t fun because Yoongi hurt a lot. Levi had to sleep on the couch as punishment).

And another time you really, really wanted it, only to start your period right when Yoongi wanted to go down on you (you almost broke up with him in embarrassment, but he managed to calm down your hormonal butt with some hugs).

So yes, the stars were not in your favour as far as taking that next step was concerned.

It wasn’t a big problem, because you didn’t need sex to be happy with Yoongi. Most often than not, simply spending time together was enough fulfillment.

And in return, Yoongi didn’t make it seem as if he had a problem with it either.

But you can’t deny that you didn’t begin fantasising about him obsessively. You find yourself masturbating a lot more than you did before you met him. You have two reasons for that. First of all, the memories he gave you. You love thinking back to the steamy times you shared and getting off to them. And second of all, the images of what could be. Bringing Yoongi to orgasm a lot of times has given you memories and those memories like to sneak into your fantasies until they drive you to the point of a soaking wet orgasm around your favourite toy.

And maybe you shouldn’t keep all those soaking wet orgasms between you, your mind and your favourite toy, but instead experience them with your extremely hot boyfriend.

It happens then that the two main characters of the movie fall into a passionate kiss.

"Finally", Yoongi murmurs, "it's what they deserve."

"Mhm", you agree, concentrating on the way they hug. So close and so ready to devour each other.

You sneak a glance at Yoongi. He is watching with great interest, not noticing your yearning gaze.

You look back at the screen. The characters have managed to get shirtless by now, pressing each other against the next best wall.

Yoongi eats popcorn. You look at him again. He is so sexy. Has he always been that sexy? Wow, look at him eating popcorn so sexily. Would it be weird if you reached down there and traced his lips? Or feed him some popcorn before sticking your finger down his throat?

"Damn", he says, averting your attention back to the movie.

Flustered by your own dirty thoughts, you look back at the screen. Dear heavens, thankfully reading minds isn’t a real thing.

The guy just this moment is ripping through the woman's panties before falling to his knees. No explicit details are shown, just him grabbing her hips and pulling her on his face. The next scene is of her taking a shuddering breath and throwing her head back.

Yoongi clears his throat, shimmying his hips into another position. Like this his leg isn’t between your thighs anymore and his crotch isn’t pressed into your side.

It makes you prickle in excitement. Is there a reason for why he moved away?

The scene continues. The characters have reached the bedroom. The woman, now lying on her back, has her legs over the guy's shoulders as he eats her out. No details, just enough to really get the imagination going.

Yoongi coughs, shifting again. You sneak a glance at him. His cheeks are beet red, the colour is spreading over his nose as well. Further down his body. Goddamn, the best parts are hidden behind the blanket. You can’t even check if he is as affected as you feel, because you are. Oh, you are so affected. The scene may not be graphic, but watching it with Yoongi does things to you. Like make you imagine how it would feel to have him on his knees like that.

The scene changes. The man gets pushed into the mattress while the woman climbs between his legs and lowers herself to his best parts. Next the man gasps before his head rolls back and he reaches down to where you assume the woman is giving him head.

"They went all out, didn’t they?" Yoongi says and laughs nervously.

"Yeah right? They really wanted each other I guess."

"Yeah totally, I get that."

"Same, yeah."

You and him exchange a hasty look. Did he mean it how you meant it? Is he relating to the characters just as you do? Too shy to further probe, you look away and pretend that you weren’t relating. Yoongi does the same, hoping that you can’t hear his racing pulse.

The scene has changed tremendously. Now a big detailed shot of the guy's butt is on screen. It flexes and relaxes with him moving his hips into her.

"That's a good butt", you say.

"Yeah uhm, true", Yoongi mumbles, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

The scene continues. More steamy sex on screen and shimmying from Yoongi. The way that man fucks her. So desperate. You are so horny because of it. Which is quite unusual because you never get horny because of movie sex and yet tonight it leaves you soaking your panties. Yoongi is squirming so much and all you can do is imagine how he would act in such a scene with you.

"Jesus christ, how long is that scene?" Yoongi says, gulping secretly.

"It's really long. They really went all out in the details."

Just right now it zooms in on the woman scratching her nails down his back. You feel your own fingers scratch down your boyfriend's back.

He squirms at that, sneaking a devastated look up at you. One you manage to catch because you were in the midst of sneaking a needy look down at him as well.

He looks away quickly, burning up even more. You can’t stop staring. He is so hot. Dear, he drives you crazy.

You run your fingers along his spine, watching with a tingling stomach as he very visibly presses his thighs together under the blanket.

So you bury your hand in his hair, playing with the strands at the nape of his neck.

A dent appears right on top of his crotch. One of his hands, most definitely cupping his dick. You wonder if that means that he is trying not to get hard or stop himself from being hard.

The scene stops. The pillowtalk of the characters is like background noise in your ears.

"That scene was so long, right?" Yoongi says, getting no answer from you.

He lifts his gaze with a racing heart, meeting your half-lidded eyes.

"Right?" he asks quietly, feeling dizzy in nervousness.

You run your fingertips over his scalp, forcing his thighs to rub together while his hand presses down hard.

"Want me to replace that hand of yours? Mhm?" you ask him.

Yoongi widens his eyes to the point you fear that they might accidentally fall out.

"I, I. Don’t. I. S-sorry what..what?" he stutters.

"The hand you’re keeping between your legs. Want me to replace it?"

You can watch how he pulls it away.

"With, with w-what?"

"My own obviously."

"But the movie, don’t you, you wanna watch?"

"Do you?"

Yoongi gulps.

He reaches for your hand and tugs it on top of his crotch. The feeling sends excitement through you. He's sporting a semi, one you know became bigger after the bold stunt you just pulled.

He sighs shakily, parting his lips.

"You're already hard", you say, rubbing your palm up and down his clothed length.

He flutters his lashes before lowering his gaze. With a shy little whimper, he snuggles into you, hiding his face in the side of your arm and grasping it with his fingers.

"You're so cute", you whisper, making him twist your sleeve and keen quietly.

Adorable. You place your fingers around his tip, massaging it gently and with enough pressure that he has to make a sound again.

"Does that feel nice?" you ask him.

"Yeah, feels nice", he breathes, letting out a shuddering sigh afterwards, "don’t stop please."

You weren’t planning on stopping. Touching Yoongi is too much fun to stop. He is so much fun to touch because he gets hard so easily. Just as right now, he is already significantly harder than when you started.

You abandon his tip to rub your entire palm up and down his length. You give his balls a little massage each time you reach them for some extra loving. One Yoongi accepts happily with a squeeze of his thighs and a shy moan into your chest.

He is nuzzling so much, bordering nudging almost. His nose is poking your sideboob constantly, his lips press into your soft flesh, searching for you.

"Yoongi look at me", you order lovingly and with a soft sigh, your boyfriend lifts his head.

His eyes are half-lidded, spilling over in both love and arousal.

"Do you want to suck my nipples?" you ask him, feeling how this makes his dick twitch.

"Yeah", he croaks, licking his lips.

"And do you want to kiss my lips?" you probe, feeling him twitch once again.

"Yeah…" he breathes, rubbing his thighs together.

"Pick one and you can do it."

Yoongi whines, giving you a pout.

"Go ahead. Be a good boy and pick one", you encourage him, basking in the needy roll his hips do.

Good boy. You realised that those two words carry magic with them. Yoongi didn’t have to tell you that they get him, because he did a terrible job at hiding how turned on he gets by it, but he still told you. With blushing cheeks and a semi hard cock in his sweats. That was the night the condom ripped. Truly, it was tragic.

"Be my good boy, Yoongi", you whisper.

Yoongi mewls, using his abs to chase you with parted lips and his eyes glued to your mouth. You let him chase you, making it oh so hard for him by increasing the pressure of your touches.

But Yoongi is stubborn and needy and he really wants to kiss you. And because he wants it so, so bad, he becomes creative. He sits up and climbs on your lap, plopping down on you with a huff of air.

"That is-" you get interrupted by him hooking his arms behind your head and claiming your lips in a kiss.

It was a chaste kiss. One meant to test the waters. Yoongi pulls back, giving you the biggest puppy eyes ever.

"That's so hot", you whisper, running your hands down his sides.

Yoongi squirms under your touch, feeling shivers run down his spine. His breathing hitches in his throat when you reach the especially sensitive part of his waist. You grab it, knead it and pull him closer. Not close enough so that his dick would press into your tummy, but close enough that his breath hitches yet again.

"Does that mean you made your decision?" you ask him, sending shivers down his spine with your amazing touch.

"Kiss me, I wanna kiss you", Yoongi answers you, yearning oh so much that it hurts.

You just have to tilt your head and Yoongi understands. You fall into a deep kiss, one which is clearly controlled by how horny you both are. He hooks his fingers behind your neck, while you grip his hips tightly.

A moan rolls over his tongue and tickles your lips. You answer him just as needily, pulling him closer until he is flush against you. Like this his hard dick is finally pressing into your tummy and Yoongi is so needy that he begins grinding into you the moment he feels that warm pressure on his length.

The kiss breaks just enough that he can press out a curse, then you have him already pulled back. Yoongi mewls and keens, cupping your face with his hands. Big and warm and oh so gentle. His thumbs caress your cheekbones, doing it with so much passion that you are aware of how horny he actually is, even if he is holding you with such gentleness.

You are horny too. So, so much that you have to rub your thighs together for some sort of friction. It’s not enough but it stills some of the ache. Not much, because rubbing your thighs together means that Yoongi gets the perfect stimulation on his balls and that makes him sound even sweeter.

So you grab his butt. Which is the most counterproductive thing to do in this situation. His butt feels so nice to hold, round and plumb and so perfectly sexy.

Yoongi presses himself closer, moaning into the kiss. He becomes restless in his movements, grinding his length against you to the point that he is soaking right through his briefs and sweats.

It turns you on so much. This is the first time Yoongi is on your lap (at least that you can remember) and the experience is awesome. He is just perfectly heavy and his thighs are so soft where they touch you. It is also very nice to have him move on top of you. He is smooth yet horny in his movements. His butt is tensing sometimes, his balls feel so warm and plumb on your thigh while his dick feels so hard and hot against your tummy. The sensations are new, but so addicting.

You break the kiss, panting heavily. Yoongi does too, squeezing your cheeks in a desperate attempt to get you back on his lips.

"This is so hot", you whisper shakily.

"Yeah", he agrees, chasing you cutely.

You don’t let him win, but still make him grind against you to really rile him up.

"You look so pretty on my lap", you praise, watching how this makes his cheek turn pink, "you're my pretty kitten", you add just for the fun of it.

Yoongi flusters terribly, having to hide his face in the crook of your neck. The sound he makes is just slightly pitched and oh so cute.

He ruts against you, tickling your neck with his moans and open-mouthed kisses. His butt sticks out in the new position and you use it to really keep him close, guiding his movements with a strong and confident grip.

Yoongi gladly lets you guide him, as a matter of fact, he needs it. He needs you pinning him against you and keeping him close and oh so sensitive from so much friction. He needs your fingers digging into his buttocks and he hopes that you manage to bruise him. He needs the guidance because it makes him feel so dizzy and dumb in pleasure.

"That feels so nice", you sigh, enjoying his neck kisses with closed eyes. Yoongi is doing such a good job. His lips are so soft and so eager to explore every inch of your neck. His tongue is shy, yet also so hungry, tickling you each time he dares to lick your skin.

It also feels amazing to have his quickly moving chest press against you. It squishes your boobs and leaves you with a warm, fuzzy feeling everywhere.

It also makes you incredibly desperate to feel his naked chest press into your naked boobs like that.

"Wanna be shirtless", you say.

Yoongi lifts his head even if it is difficult because he loves being nestled into you so much.

"Me too", he says, stopping his grinds for the sake of taking his shirt off. Even if this is the worst thing to do. He doesn’t want to stop, he wants to keep riding your thigh.

He begins tugging his shirt up, only to be stopped by you taking over for him. You hook your fingers in the hem of his shirt and pull it up his torso.

"Oh?" Yoongi flusters, "okay", he says, lifting his arms for you.

You tug the shirt off his head and over his arms, ruffling up his blonde hair in the process. He looks shy, but leans into your touch when you go to fix his messy hair.

He giggles, touching your shoulders.

"You're so pretty", you say, caressing his cheek.

His eyes flit down, he squirms. Praises fluster him so much.

"C-can I undress you too?" he asks shyly.

"Yes, do it", you allow him, lifting your arms.

Yoongi works carefully. He makes sure that your nose doesn’t accidentally get caught and he is even careful not to mess up too much of your hair.

He throws the shirt to the side and touches your shoulders, trailing them up and down slowly. He takes a look at you, squirming on your lap.

"You're so pretty", he says, flustering you.

"Thank you", you whisper, "can you touch me?"

He nods his head, dancing his hands from your shoulders down to your chest. You arch into his touch, feeling charged in anticipation.

It is a tender touch. Yoongi cups your boobs before he runs his thumbs right over the sensitive skin.

"So pretty", he whispers.

"Don't stop", you sigh, feeling tingles run down your spine until it turns into warmth between your legs.

"Can I use my mouth?" he makes sure to which you allow him with a nod of your head and an arch of your back.

He starts off slowly, placing the first kiss of many on top of your shoulder. He kisses your neck too and down your collarbone. He worships your chest all the way down to the swell of your breasts. Every kiss makes you sigh, every touch makes you shiver.

Yoongi places the first kiss on your breasts right next to your left nipple. You harden in an instant, aching for him to place the next kiss right on top.

But he doesn’t. He trails his kisses across your chest, massaging your softness at the same time. Another kiss right next to your right nipple. Once again it pebbles, sending a shiver down to your warm core.

Then he lifts his head, just enough that he can gaze at you.

"My beautiful", he breathes, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart flutters, your stomach tingles. Yoongi keeps looking at you as he finally places his kiss on top of your nipple. First a kiss, then his lips wrap around it and he sucks softly.

"Oh", you let out, struggling to keep up the eye contact, "feels….good…"

Yoongi agrees in a hum, releasing your nipple in a soft slurp.

"Feels so nice", he says, "I love your boobs. They’re so pretty", he whispers, looking at you with so much adoration that you feel warm all over.

He trails his kisses to your other nipple and with soft, loving lips he gives it the same treatment as the other one.

Your eyelids flutter, you find it so difficult to breathe. His mouth is so warm and wet and his tongue is so soft. You have never felt that sensitive on your nipple, you swear that for a moment you wanted to scream.

Not that you do, instead you take a bundle of his platinum blonde hair and twist it.

"It's seriously so good", you croak.

Yoongi slips off, "yeah? Is good?"

"So good, don’t stop", you sigh and sigh again when he sucks on your tender breast. He takes your other nipple between his lips afterwards all whilst squeezing your breasts together and using his fingers for a tingling massage.

He stops for just a moment to rest his cheek on your soft breasts. He nuzzles, making a cute sound as he does.

“You’re so cute”, you say, having to giggle.

“You have the softest boobies, mhhm”, he says and hums as he rubs his cheek against you like a cuddly cat, “so soft and warm.”

“God Yoongi, you cutie.”

Yoongi lifts his head, pressing himself flush against you. Like this you can finally feel his naked chest against your naked breasts. He hooks his arms behind your head and smiles. You retort it, dancing your hands up his sensitive sides.

“Oh”, he lets out, gaze becoming droopy. He squirms then shudders. A shy giggle follows, “you make me shiver, feels so nice”, he confesses.

“Yeah? Is good?” you ask him, tugging him from your body just enough that you can place kisses on his neck.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side, letting out the loudest sigh ever. His eyes are shut closed, his pouty lips are parted in bliss. He feels those kisses everywhere. They feel like tingles on his scalp, electric sparks in his stomach and fire between his legs.

“Is good…”, he sighs, “ah…”

Down his neck and to his collarbones. They always look so pretty when they poke out from his shirt collar. Perfectly dainty and so pretty. You nibble on them softly then leave a kiss.

He giggles, writhing on your lap.

“Hehe”, you let out, smiling as you press the next kiss to his chest. And again. Down, down, down his sternum which makes your sweet lover squirm and giggle again.

His skin tastes so sweet and feels oh so soft under your lips. You want more. Your kisses trail along his left pec, inching closer and closer to his nipple. Yoongi’s breath hitches, his back arches slightly. Away again, teasing him just as he teased you. Over his chest and to his other nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin as you place your kiss right next to it.

“___”, he giggles, covering his chest with his hands balled to fists. He is shy, he can’t help it.

“It’s okay”, you assure him, wrapping your fingers around his wrists to tug his fists away. You place a kiss next to his nipple again, just a little bit further up.

Yoongi giggles and tries to cover himself again. It feels so, so good that he can barely even handle it. His squirming soon comes to a stop when you tug his arms behind his back and hold them there with one hand wrapped around his wrists. Like this, his back is arched slightly and his chest sticks out so perfectly.

You lift your gaze, catching Yoongi gulping with his eyes widened.

“Be my good boy and keep those arms behind your back”, you order lovingly.

Yoongi gulps again, squeezing his thighs around your own in a needy squirm.

“Can you do that? Can you be my good boy and keep those arms away so I can play with your nipples?”

Yoongi lowers his gaze shyly, blushing most ardently. He nods his head.

“Yes?” you make sure.

“Yes”, he whispers, writhing on your lap.

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m your good boy”, he can barely even get the words out, lowering his head in shyness.

“Exactly, my good boy”, you praise, rewarding him with a kiss to his neck.

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out in surprise. His first reaction was to reach to his front and hold you, but then remembered that he was supposed to be good. He intertwines his fingers with each other, giving his hands a little squeeze. He needs to keep his arms behind his back. That’s what you want from him.

His obedience gets rewarded by you with the most amazing kisses down his chest and back to his left nipple. You tickle it out of hiding with your fingertips and when Yoongi feels like moaning from how sensitive he feels, you press a kiss on it.

Yoongi moans, squeezing his thighs together. You suck on his nipple and Yoongi has to squeeze his hands again. He makes a desperate sound, so desperate in fact that you lift your head in worry.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, studying his heated face.

Yoongi looks at you with glassy eyes.

“My, my nipples are really sensitive”, he confesses, lowering his gaze, “it feels like a lot.”

“You have sensitive nipples?” you ask him, placing your hands on his ribs right under his pecs.

“Yeah, really sensitive”, he says quietly, nodding his head.

“That’s so sexy”, you say, touching his pecs. Your thumbs rest just under his nipples. One little movement and they would touch him, “do you like attention to them? Or is it really too much?”

“I like it”, he says and writhes as you move your thumbs. In the wrong direction. It was on purpose and meant to tease him, “but it overwhelms me easily, because it’s so intense.”

“Poor cutie, it overwhelms you?” you ask, placing your thumbs on his nipples.

“Ah”, Yoongi lets out, arching his back while his brows shoot up in surprise. He tenses his arms to keep them behind his back.

The movements begin. Soft circles with a faint pressure. You focus it right on the tips of his sensitive nipples and Yoongi swears his veins feel as if electricity is running through them.

“If I do this long enough, will it feel so, so sensitive?” you ask him tauntingly, watching in delight how his brows knit together and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Yeah”, he squeaks out, squeezing his thighs together again. The dent in his sweats is so big, he leaves such a wet spot on the fabric, his nipples are seriously so swollen. He is so handsome like this.

Yoongi gasps then moans, tensing his arms even more.

“Please”, he begs, fleeing in a squirm until your thumbs slip from his nipples.

You giggle, pulling him back with a firm grip on his waist.

“Stay put, honeybun”, you order, “don’t flee from it.”

“I’m too sensitive”, he whines, widening his eyes when despite his complaints you wrap your soft lips around his right nipple.

He exhales audibly, dropping his head.

"Please", he begs only to get his left nipple sucked on while you flick your fingers over his right one. The touch makes his toes curl and for his body to tense unbearably, "sensitive please."

"Mhm, so sexy", you mumble, kissing your way back to his neck all while your fingers are flicking and rolling his nipples.

Yoongi reaches for you. He can’t help it. All of this is so overwhelming. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

“Yoongi, your arms”, you warn, lifting your head from his neck. Your fingers you keep on his nipples, rolling gently.

“I’m sorry”, he says, falling into your chest, “sorry, I’m so sensitive, please I need a break”, he confesses and nuzzles his face back into your neck to kiss you.

This time around the other side and he treats it with so much devotion that you feel like floating. You let your eyes fall closed, melting under his touches. His hips are moving again, grinding his most sensitive parts against your body. His sweet lips feel like magic against your neck, his tender fingers draw little hearts on your back.

“That’s nice, I like this break”, you say, caressing his sides and back.

“Me too, it’s so good”, Yoongi whispers, moaning softly as he places the next kiss on your neck. And the next and next and next until it turns into a constant stream of warmth and his hips begin rutting against you. You can feel just how much harder he became because of the attention you gave his nipples. You really thought that it wasn’t possible, but apparently it was.

"You're so hard for me, my cutie", you say, kneading his most sensitive part of his waist.

"You make me so hard", he breathes, kissing your jawline with his eager lips.

You feel so cozy. All of this is just so perfect. The sounds of the movie serve as quiet background noises. There is currently a slow love song playing, which fits the mood just perfectly. The blanket fort gives you such a sense of protection. Right now it is just you and him hidden from the rest of the world under a roof of pink and purple blankets and with fairy lights as your own little starry sky. The air is so warm in here, your heated bodies warm it up even more. And the scent of his perfume is tickling your nose, mixing with the sweet smell of honey butter popcorn and cinnamon tea.

Truly all of this is so cozy. Especially now that you have his naked skin against yours. It is so soft. And warm. And good. This is all so good.

Yoongi lifts his head, “___”, he sighs, rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek, “I’m so turned on, seriously.”

“Me too, it’s sticking to my thighs.”

“That’s so hot”, Yoongi whines and ruts against you, “ah ___, I want you.”

“I want you too”, you tell him, meaning it like nothing else.

He looks at you with droopy eyes, cupping your cheeks.

“Do you think that maybe you want to try again?” he asks.

“I really want to try again.”

He smiles, “lets hope Levi doesn’t scratch me again”, he jokes and laughs.

You snicker, “we’ll keep him locked out. He lost the right last time.”

“Hopefully he knows. The fort is kinda wacky in its defenses.”

He makes you laugh, “should we go to the bedroom? We’d have more space too.”

Yoongi nods his head, climbing off your lap, “I have to get the condoms either way.”

You and him meet again in the bedroom. For a moment Holly wanted to slip inside too, but then Yoongi told him to go to his spot on the sofa and behave. Which Holly did, very groggily because he wanted to stay with his parents.

Yoongi closes the door behind him.

“Lock it too. Levi knows how to open doors.”

“Good thinking”, he says, locking it.

He turns, studying you. You are sitting on the edge of the bed by now, looking at him with hungry eyes. He hurries to you, sitting down next to you.

“Look”, he opens his palm, “I got three, just in case. Now nothing can stop us.”

“Yeah, for real. I had my period last weekend, so that won’t stop us either.”

“That’s good”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.

“Yeah, yeah”, you agree, sneaking a glance at him.

You feel it and Yoongi feels it too. Now that some time has passed where you and him weren’t completely entangled, some of that shyness has returned and now it feels just a little bit awkward to sit here shirtless and turned on.

Yoongi, who feels just a little bit less nervous, speaks up. He turns to you, taking your hand in his.

“Are you nervous?” he asks you.

“Just a little”, you confess, “now that we’re really good to go, it feels so real and I feel a little fuzzy.”

“Me too. I’m really nervous too”, he says, caressing your knuckles.

“Really?”

He nods his head, “this is so special to me and I want this to be perfect.”

“It’s already really perfect”, you assure him, making him smile shyly.

“That’s really good to know”, he says and chuckles softly, “god ___, my heart’s racing so much. Feel it.”

“Wow, it’s racing so much”, you gasp with your hand on his chest, “feel mine”, you say, placing his hand on your chest just as he did with you.

“Just as much”, he says and giggles.

“Yeah”, you giggle, drawing closer to him.

He draws closer as well, placing his arm around your waist. The touch makes you want to climb on his lap and so you do. Yoongi accepts his sweet fate gladly, caressing your hips with eager hands.

You lean in, kissing him deeply. Yoongi moans, kissing you back immediately. Now you are back to where you left off. Horny and so needy for the other. No more nervousness, you really want him and Yoongi wants you. You begin groping him, motivating him to do the same to you.

You bask in his touches with a needy moan, one Yoongi retorts before his tongue darts out and asks for yours. You give it to him gladly, sticking it into his mouth until he sucks on it before swirling his tongue around it. It was a movement of seconds, but leaves you wanting it again. Yoongi knows without words, sucking and playing with your tongue whilst feeding you his own. Tongue kissing like this makes him so goddamn horny. It’s so good, especially when you grind your warm core against his thigh.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, letting the string of saliva, connecting your tongues, break. You chase him with a needy moan, but Yoongi doesn’t let you win for the sake of asking a very important question.

“Can I eat you out?” he asks.

“You want to eat me out?” you gasp.

“Yeah, I wanna make you feel really good before I fuck you”, he explains, feeling you squeeze your thighs together.

“That sounds so hot. I want it”, you say.

“Thank you, god thank you”, he says, kissing you passionately. He lifts you just long enough that he can get up and then place you on the mattress right by the edge. Yoongi has to bend down and prop himself up on his hands to keep kissing you. You hold his face safely, caressing the back of his thighs with your feet.

Yoongi ate you out one time already. It was one of those evenings that started with cuddles, turned into fumbles then ended with you giving each other head. It was also one of those evenings which did not end in you trying to have penetrative sex and it is a very nice memory in your mind. Yoongi is very talented with his mouth. Quite frankly, the first time he went down on you, you almost kicked him in the face because you were so surprised by how nice it felt.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, giving you a sweet smile.

“Can I undress you?” he asks.

“Yes, you can”, you allow him, touching his pecs, “I’m so excited.”

His smiles grows, “you are?”

“Mh-hm, you do that so well.”

He tries not to, but still flusters, “you’re really good too”, he murmurs, hiding his face in your neck before he completely dies in giddiness.

He begins trailing his kisses down your torso, holding your sides in his big hands. Not an inch gets missed out. Your chest gets worshipped, your nipples sucked on until they are swollen. Then your ribs and upper stomach until his lips naturally find their way down to your lower tummy and the hem of your pants. He has gotten you to the point where only squirming really helps to still some of the bubbling heat between your legs. Not that it really helps, only his mouth can bring true relief.

“I’ll do it now”, he says.

“Just do it”, you sigh, lifting your butt off the mattress.

Yoongi works quickly, pulling off your sweats and throwing them on the ground. Your panties he keeps on solely so he can run his fingertips down your terribly sensitive inner thighs. The touch makes you groan in pure desperation. You swear, you never opened your legs further than you do right now.

“You’re really wet already”, he says, staring at your soaked panties stuck between your puffy lips. He runs his thumbs right next to where you want him most, making your hips roll against nothing.

“Don’t tease”, you grumble, furrowing your brows.

“I’m not, just taking it slow”, he says, which earns him a dark look from you. He grins, “sorry, I’ll speed up.”

Not that he really speeds up. He takes off your panties unbearably slow. So slow that you decide to help him by tugging your legs out of them the moment it is possible. Then it is back to staring at him with a tingling stomach and way too little sanity left.

Yoongi balls up the fabric and guides it to his lips. He kisses it as he looks at you, making you gulp because it is so hot to watch.

“You’re so hot”, you whisper.

Yoongi lowers the panties and places them on top of the mattress. He falls to his knees afterwards, burying his face in the softness of your inner thigh.

“God”, you groan, dropping your head in the sheets.

His hand is holding you, his lips are so eager in their kisses. He leaves them all the way down to where your middle meets your thigh, then he changes legs and begins his kisses on your other side. Needy and hungry. The closer he gets to where you want him most, the hotter you feel.

He places his kiss on the spot where your thigh meets your middle. You reach down and grab a bundle of his hair.

“Don’t tease”, you warn, giving him a soft tug.

“Am not”, he defends himself, turning his head to finally place a kiss on top of your core.

“Yes”, you sigh, letting your legs fall over his shoulders.

Yoongi accepts them happily, running his hands up and down your heated skin. He darts his tongue out, lapping up your sweetness carefully.

“That’s nice”, you tell him, wanting to twist his hair but holding back.

Yoongi shifts his attention from your entrance to your clit. He gives you slow kitten licks, checking your face for confirmation that what he was doing was good.

What he doesn’t know is that it isn’t just good, it’s incredible. You let your jaw go slack and moan loudly.

Yoongi closes his eyes, bursting in happiness. He begins putting more pressure in his licks and finally truly does what he is best at.

The difference makes you arch your back and your toes curl. Warm and wet, his tongue grinds against your clit, twisting your stomach in constant tingles. You tug on his hair, because you can’t help it anymore.

“It’s really good, ah Yoongi”, you say and retort to moaning. Talking is hard when he turns your entire body into jelly.

Yoongi moans into your pussy, changing up his licks for sucks. The pressure around your bundle of nerves forces your legs to fall open even when they are around his neck. It forces them to slip off his shoulders, but Yoongi catches them before they can fall, placing them on the mattress instead.

One second of break so he can kiss each of your inner thighs and then he is already back on your pussy, using the newfound freedom to really bury himself in there. Like this, your legs are so nicely spread and your pussy is so revealed, that he really gets the best spots easily.

“Don’t you stop”, you croak, opening your legs even more. You don’t care just how needy this makes you look, because quite frankly? Why should you lie? You are needy. Very, very needy and Yoongi deserves to know, because it’s all his fault. If he wouldn’t be so cute and sweet and hot and his mouth wasn’t that good, you wouldn’t be that needy. It’s his fault and he has to know.

You reach down with your other hand, running both of them through his golden locks. It serves as both praise and your own pleasure. Yoongi has the softest hair and it feels so good when you can play with it as he eats you out. Yoongi loves it too, shivering unbearably whilst wanting to do even better.

He manages to do so by tickling your entrance with his pointer finger while he flicks his tongue over your clit. The joined sensation sends a shake through your legs, forcing a trembling moan past your lips.

Yoongi continues the movements until you feel so charged in sensitivity that you can only release said tension by bucking your hips up. It makes it a little easier to bear, but doesn’t help in the long run because Yoongi continues doing his magic until you once again feel so charged that you have to buck your hips up. It is then that you realise that this is your fate right now. He will flick his tongue and finger until you feel like snapping and only fucking the air can bring some sort of relief.

“You, you seriously gonna make me, me c-cum”, you stutter, flinching and twitching once again, “I’m serious Yoongi, ah god.”

Yoongi moans, peeling his eyes open to gaze. You look so beautiful when you are lost in pleasure. Especially when he is between your legs and he can look up at you. He flicks his tongue, swirls his finger.

“Yoongi, I’m serious”, you squeak out, rolling your hips up again.

The time between charging and releasing gets shorter and shorter. He gets you there way too quickly. It’s so unfair because you can barely even breathe.

“Serious”, you croak, arching your back, “Yoongi, god.”

You warned him and yet he isn’t stopping. He is so mean. You are actually going to cum on his mouth.

What you still haven’t figured out yet in your sex scrambled brain is that this is exactly what Yoongi wants. He wants you to lose yourself on his tongue. He wants to taste you and feel how you throb and then he wants to kiss your clit until you flinch in overstimulation. He also knows that an orgasm gets you wet. Drenched even. And that is how he wants you to be when he fucks you, because he wants you to feel so good.

“Okay you, you gotta…stop..or else…it’s too”, you stop talking just to croak out a moan, “late”, you moan, bucking your hips up.

Yoongi purrs, flicking his tongue over your clit as he drags his finger through your swollen folds. He cups your breast and squeezes your nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure down to your core.

“Yoongi!” you yelp, twisting his hair as he forces your body to climax, “what the- ah”, you moan, shaking out of control. This is insane. How good can a high feel? Yoongi is crazy for being so good.

Yoongi holds you until your aggressive trembling stops, flicking his tongue the entire time while his finger presses against your entrance so he can feel it pulsate.

One last shake and an arch of your back and you drop, letting your wobbly legs fall open even if that stretches your hip flexors quite a lot.

“Son of a binky bonky”, you get out, wheezing for air, “what was that?”

Yoongi smiles triumphantly, littering your throbbing clit in kisses. He is seriously so horny that his dick hurts, but he has to stay here until it gets too much for you. This is all he needs right now. To kiss your clit with all his devotion

You hiss, flinching away, “sensitive, wait”, you tell him, giving his hair a firm tug.

Yoongi abandons your clit to begin kissing his way up your torso again. He stands up gradually as he goes, crawling more and more on the bed until he ends his journey on your neck and he can sit himself down on your lap, which you so happily got ready for him.

He cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. He uses his tongue instantly, feeding you the lingering taste of your sweetness alongside his needy moans.

“Yoongi sweets”, you break the kiss, “give me a moment, I need to breathe.”

Yoongi presses out a curse, burying his face back in your neck, “I want you so goddamn bad”, he confesses, dragging his tongue up to your ear. He takes it between his teeth and whimpers solely to rile you up.

“Mhm sweets, feels good”, you sigh.

“I’m so hard, it hurts”, he confesses, rolling his hips on your lap. His cock barely grinds against your stomach in the position and it’s driving him insane.

You run your hands to his butt, dance them over his hips until you reach his front. Yoongi’s breath shudders.

“Oh god”, he croaks, pressing himself closer, “fuck me please.”

“That’s hot”, you gasp, widening your eyes in surprise. You did not expect him to talk like this, but you aren’t complaining.

“Please”, he pleads, sounding so uncharacteristically Yoongi as he does. He must be so needy. You seriously have never heard him that desperate before. It makes you want him like never before.

“Then get naked and take me”, you tell him.

“Thank you”, he moans the words, stumbling off your lap with wobbly knees.

In the time he takes to get rid of his sweats and briefs, you make yourself comfortable in the middle of your bed, sitting up to watch him. He is struggling a little to roll the condom on because of how excited he is and once he actually got it on, he managed to stroke his cock so sensitive that it is rockhard against his stomach. And we are speaking rockhard. You almost start to worry for him because of just how hard he is.

He climbs on bed and on all fours, he crawls to you.

“You’re so hard”, you say, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m so turned on, seriously I want you so bad”, he says, kissing you desperately.

It happens naturally that you fall into the pillows and Yoongi follows right along, finding his spot between your legs with his dick resting right on your pussy. He rolls his hips into you, grinding his hard length over your clit.

The kiss breaks because you both needed to moan. Yoongi rests his forehead against yours, having his eyes squeezed shut.

"That's amazing", you whisper.

"Is good yeah", he agrees, "are you ready?” he asks.

“So ready. I want it like this.”

“Same, I can’t wait”, he says, reaching between your bodies to align himself with you, “really ready?”

“Just-”, you roll your hips up, forcing him to slide in, “-do it.”

“O-oh god”, Yoongi groans, falling to his elbows, “___”, he moans squeakily, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. This is it. The moment he is finally home.

“Yoongi”, you get out, staring at the ceiling with widened eyes.

So that is how that feels. What in the ever living. This feels incredible.

“Holy moly”, you whisper, “that’s amazing.”

“It’s incredible. Fuck”, he presses out and shudders, “sorry, I keep cursing.”

“It’s fine”, you assure him, running your hands up his back, “can you move?”

“I’ll try”, he says and begins rocking his hips into you slowly, “my love”, he croaks, trembling, “fuck, that feels good.”

“It feels so good”, you agree, letting your eyes flutter closed.

You are happy that you finally managed to take the next step. Nothing could have really prepared you for just how good it feels. To feel his weight on top of you and heated skin against yours as his length shifts inside of you, feels like magic.

“How are you doing?” Yoongi checks in on you.

“Good, feels so good. You?”

“Incredible”, he says and buries himself deeper, “so incredible."

"Oh that’s so deep", you get out before you turn your head to bury your face in his neck, "Yoongi…don't stop."

Yoongi shakes his head to tell you that he won’t, wrapping his arm around you to cradle you close. Like this you are safe between his arm and his neck, drowning in his sweet scent and feeling invincible.

"So nice, oh so nice."

You are also kind of happy that you were stopped during all your other tries. Tonight is so perfect. You felt good and nice during your other tries, but tonight you feel so cozy and fuzzy that your entire body tingles and you swear that you could fly if only you tried.

"I can feel you so well", you sigh.

"Same, you’re so soft and warm", he tells you, having to moan afterwards. He can’t do much more. Not when he is finally inside of you and you feel so goddamn good.

But you are also a little sad that you were stopped all those times before. Oh, all the times you and him could have floated on the pleasure. It makes you want to pull him closer just to make sure that you can make up for all those lost moments.

So you do. You wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as possible. It shifts his length deeper and makes his tip kiss your favourite parts each time he rolls his hips into you.

“Yes please”, he presses out, shivering.

“Feels good?” you say, hugging him tighter. You even wrap your legs around his thighs, pulling him closer that way.

“___, my love”, he croaks, letting out a soft sob.

“Are you crying?” you gasp.

He shakes his head, but sobs again, “feels so good, I love you so much.”

“Oh”, you whisper, feeling your heart almost burst out of your chest. This is the first time he said the L-word to you. You smile, pressing him closer with a hand on the back of his head. His length feels so much better all of a sudden, leaving behind a warm tingle in your lower stomach and between your legs.

“I love you too”, you whisper, feeling how this makes him tremble and then for his hips to speed up.

Bear in mind, they are still incredibly slow and gentle, but there is definitely a sense of desperation in his movements. You feel good all over because of it. He is grinding right against your clit too, which makes you feel even better.

"I love you, fuck I love you", he chants, showering you in his emotions one roll of his hips at a time, “I love you, this is the best. I love you.”

With a moan of his name, you reach down to hold one side of his waist. The other hand you keep buried in his hair. He stutters in his movements, mewling into your neck.

“Is it nice for you?”

“Yeah”, he presses out, letting out a little sob afterwards, “so good.”

“For me too, my love”, you whisper, pressing his hips closer for more friction.

Yoongi shudders on top of you, letting out a soft grunt afterwards, “don’t do that please”, he begs with his lips pressed against your temple.

“Why not?” you ask him, making his hips move against you all whilst chasing him. The friction is incredible, oh he feels so good inside of you.

“I’m so close. Don’t wanna cum.”, he confesses.

“Why not, honeybun? Don’t you want to feel good?” you encourage him, rolling your hips up.

“I do”, he mewls, “please ___, I’m gonna cum.”

You lock your legs around his hips, grinding against him vigorously. He had no mercy for you when you told him that you were close and you are all for returning the favour. He can shake and beg all he wants, he will cum for you. Soon.

“I can’t hold back anymore, please”, he begs, resorting to twisting the pillow edge.

“Then don’t hold back”, you rasp, clenching around him.

Yoongi crumbles instantly. He climaxes as if it was his sole purpose on this earth, holding you so close you wonder if he wanted to melt with you. He tries to moan but ends up gasping for air and then falling silent with his mouth agape against your neck.

Yoongi swears that for a second he feared that he will pass out. It feels so good. He could cry from how good it feels. Maybe he does, that would explain why his cheeks feel so wet once he somehow calms down.

He trembles in his aftershock, gasping for air whilst trying to swallow at the same time. It results in him making little sounds of “mhm” and “hm”.

He pulls out way too soon for your liking, dropping on the mattress next to you. Gulping, he is still trying to recover, finding some sort of relief by nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Touch me Yoongi, I want to cum too”, you try and to your sweet surprise, Yoongi somehow manages to let one of his hands disappear between your legs. He lets two of his fingers slip into you and presses his palm against your clit. You moan, rolling your head to the side so you could face him.

Yoongi looks completely ruined, but tries to look somehow presentable for you. He forces a smile to his lips even if he is oh so tired. You retort it, shivering under his skilled touches.

"You're so beautiful", he breathes, curling his fingers against your favourite spot.

“Yoongi”, you whimper.

“Is it nice?” he makes sure, scooting closer so he could rest his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, not long”, you whisper, cupping his cheek, “kiss me, sweets.”

Yoongi kisses you gladly, moaning so sweetly for you. He kisses you until you tense around him and even then he kisses you, deepening the kiss until you can suck on his tongue. You fall over the edge just like this. Tongue kissing him while his fingers curl against your sensitive g-spot.

You feel like puddy once your high finally stops, dropping into the pillows completely limp and oh so happy. Yoongi pulls out of you, caring not to wipe his fingers before he cradles you in his arms and holds you close. Quite frankly, he doesn’t care about anything for the next ten minutes and neither do you, falling into the nicest post sex nap.

When you finally do find yourselves coming to your senses again, his dick has softened and the condom is barely holding on. Thankfully he is only touching the side of your leg.

“I should get up and clean up, but I’m so comfy”, Yoongi mumbles with his cheek squished against your shoulder. He drooled a little, but you don’t seem to mind.

“I should get up and pee, but I’m so tired”, you murmur, arm resting around him. You have never felt that content before.

He chuckles tiredly, as do you.

“Did you just doze off too?” he asks.

“Yeah, I said bye for a moment”, you say, making him laugh.

“Same”, he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as best as possible, “you just ruined me.”

“Honestly same, that was really good.”

“Yeah, I’m so happy we finally managed to go through with it.”

You snort, “yeah, totally.”

He smiles against your skin, “I’ll try not to cum so soon next time. Sorry, that was a mess, I was just way too excited like an idiot.”

“No, it was amazing. Don’t feel bad, the timing was perfect.”

“Yeah? So you’re not mad that I didn’t make you cum with my dick?”

“Not at all”, you say, flipping to your side to press a kiss to his forehead, “you said the L-word.”

“Too soon?”

“Not really. I feel the same”, you confess and giggle.

Yoongi lifts his head, gazing at you with sparkly eyes. He cups your cheek, smiling softly.

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers.

With a fluttering heart, you lower your gaze giddily. You most definitely would have ended up kissing him, if your door hadn’t started to produce the loudest noises ever.

Scratching noises, thumps as if something was jumping against it and a chorus of meows and barks.

You and Yoongi exchange a look.

“I guess pillowtalk is over”, you say, chuckling when Levi lets out an especially dramatic meow behind the locked door.

“Their timing is perfect, isn’t it?” Yoongi lifts his head, staring at the door, “you’re too late little munchkins, we already did it!” he calls out to your pets.

You snicker, “god Yoongi, don’t say that.”

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I have a request set in the Steve x Singlemom!reader verse, maybe have one where you stopped by Family Video and Steve’s boss is going off on Steve for having Abbie & Arabella in the store while he’s working and causing havoc and he calls reader a name (like a bitch or something) Robin defends you while Steve run after you and hugs you once he realizes you’re there to see him and he walks back in and goes to hand in his vest because no one talks shit about his wife and kids? If not your forte, then ignore this, but I love the way you write dad!steve -🦋

Thank you omg 🥺

And no one messes with Steve’s girls 😏

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“Daddy, look!” Abbie ran over to Steve, a tape in her hand, “I found Dumbo!”

Steve laughed, picking her up.

“Are you, mommy and sissy going to watch that while I’m at work?”

“No, silly,” she giggled, “We waiting till you get home!”

“Thank goodness,” he sighed, putting a hand on his chest, relieved, “I wouldn’t want to miss out on the flying elephant.”

You, Abbie and Arabella had decided to visit Steve while he was at work and you’d promised Abbie she could pick out a few movies to rent.

Arabella was now toddling everywhere and you tried to keep up with her as much as you could, all while keeping your eye on your rambunctious four year old.

“Oh, Bella, no!” you cried, her nickname slipping out as you watched her pull off an entire row of tapes off the shelf.

“Ope, no worries. I got this,” Robin called jogging over.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized, scooping Arabella up in your arms, “Can I help?”

Robin waved you off.

“It’s okay, accidents happen. Besides, our tiniest Family Video family member was just trying to pick out a good movie, weren’t you sweetheart?” Robin poked her side, making Arabella grin.

“Next time, I’m bringing the stroller. Something, anything,” you groaned, looking at the mess, “I’ll slip you a ten in the tip jar I swear.”

Robin laughed.

“And deprive my goddaughter from having fun? Never.”

You saw Abbie running back to the aisle she had came from minutes earlier.

“And there goes the other hooligan,” you sighed.

“Gotta tell you, Y/N,” Robin said, putting the last tape back and standing, “You’re a saint.”

“And to think Steve wants four more still.”

Robin looked horrified.

“Dingus, keep your dick in your pants already!”

He looked at her, baffled and you held back your laugh.

You heard a crash and cry.

“Mommy!”

You ran to the aisle Abbie was on and gasped at the fallen over cardboard cut out that had knocked over a pile of tapes.

“Abrielle,” you scolded, “I told you to be careful.”

Her lip trembled and you knew you were minutes away from a meltdown that would for sure send Arabella into one as well. It was definitely well past naptime.

“Harrington! Buckley!”

You jumped at a booming voice and looked up to see a stern looking middle aged man. This must be the newer boss.

Keith had left a few months ago and even though he’d been annoying, this new guy made him look like a saint.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Abbie clung to your leg, hiding behind it.

“Nothing, Charlie. Just cleaning up a little mess. Can you please stop yelling? You’re scaring my girls.”

His hard gaze focused on the disaster are of the aisle they all were currently occupying.

“I’m sorry, I knocked it over and caused a mess. I’m so clumsy,” you lied, not wanting to get Steve in trouble.

“What have I told you Harrington? No family visits during your shift if your bitch and brats are going to wreck my store!”

“Fuck off, Charlie. There was no one in the store and Y/N just dropped by to pick up the girls some movies. Don’t want us turning away a paying customer, would you?” Robin snapped.

“I don’t care. Look at the mess she made. Thanks a lot, bitch,” he spat at you.

Your face had paled and you instantly grabbed for Annie’s hand.

“Come on girls, we should get going. I’m so sorry,” you told the three, “I really am. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Steve had remained suspiciously quiet, but his face was thunderous.

“I’ll see you at home, Steve,” you mumbled, “Bye Robin.”

You hurried out of the store with both girls, face flaming in embarrassment.

“What the fuck, Charlie?!” Steve roared, the minute you were gone.

“Don’t you dare call my wife a bitch of my girls brats. They are my family and they did nothing wrong. You had no right to yell at her.”

He yanked off his green vest, tossing it at him.

“You know what? I quit.”

He stormed out, seeing you buckling the girls into your car.

“Y/N,” he called.

You whirled around and saw him.

“I’m so sor-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, wrapping you in his arms, “I’m so sorry you had to hear that.”

You hugged him back, face nestled in his chest. That’s when you realized his vest was gone. You were horrified at his answer when you asked him about a minute later.

“I quit. No one speaks to me or my family like that and gets away with it.”

“But Steve,” you panicked, “You need this job!”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “Robin’s been trying to get him fired and replaced for months. I guarantee you she’s already on the phone with headquarters reporting him. I just quit working for him not Family Video.”

He smirked at your exasperation.

“Oh Steve,” you sighed, “Such the gentleman you are coming to our rescue.”

“What can I say?” he smiled, kissing your forehead, “My family is everything to me.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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giggle-bee · 1 year

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Pillow Fights with the Demon Brothers (gn!MC)

(Because I can)

Lucifer

You must be joking. Asking him for a pillow fight?

He knows you often get bored when you’re sitting in his office, and he appreciates the company. You had gotten done with your assigned council work a while ago, but he could tell you were getting restless

You were currently situated upside down on his office couch, your legs resting against the back of it and your arms dangling off the seat.

He makes a mental note to come to a stopping point and pay some attention to you, taking his eyes away for a second

This, was his first mistake.

A red throw pillow hits him square in the face and drops onto his papers.

Oh, you’re on now.

It would be wise of you to run, but you know that won’t get you very far with a demon lord on your heels.

You wanted a fight and you’re getting one. But it’s gonna be more him pelting you with pillows and mercilessly tickling you until all the boredom is gone.

Mammon

the second you saw the luxe car in his room your eyes bugged out

three words

drive in movie

This concept is new to Mammon, but he sets up the projector in his room and positions the car center stage

When he texts you to come to his room, you assume that he needs help with Charms and Curses again, but to your surprise, he’s propped on the hood of his car with the biggest proud smile on his face

He shows you how the back seats are down and they’re filled with fluffy blankets and plenty of cushions and he picks you up and drops you into the comfy space, wrapping you up and making you warm

Your favorite movie plays in the background of your favorite company but after a while, you start to get a bit restless, moving around a bit

Mammon, being a cuddle monster, refuses to let you wriggle around because he’s comfy, so you decide to persuade him a bit

you start lightly bonking his head with a squishmallow, and he instantly throws a cushion at your side in retaliation

From then on, it’s war

The nice organized little fort turns into an all out battle field and you and Mammon almost roll out of the car several times, pillow fight turning into play wrestling turning into a tired truce with you both falling asleep in the comfort of the destroyed fort

In the morning, all of the pillows are on the floor and some of the stuffing is strewn across the car

Sometimes when he’s cleaning it, Mammon finds a stray down feather in the crevices of the trunk and he thinks of you

Levi

you already know that being with Levi means many late nights staying up and playing games together

You two both have wrecked sleep schedules that don’t line up at all

So you’ll both be delirious on energy drinks at 4am playing the new Demon Racer game and you wanna get more comfy so you take a pillow of the top of his pillow throne

he gets obviously offended because “that was essential to the structural integrity MC”

he gets more jealous over you stealing his pillow than actually wanting to have a pillow fight

the pillow fight is you fighting over the pillow

If he accidentally touches you he will get super nervy bc this is Levi

You’ll have to reassure him

and bring in some pillows from your own room to create a kickass blanket fort to spend the night in

if you stay up until breakfast racing the adorable demon beside you, that’s future you’s problem

Satan

he wants to cover you in kisses and pillows

you play a silly game of trying to push him off while he stacks more pillows on, much like his books

you can’t really have a pillow fight in his room because one wrong move and the book towers come tumbling down

He likes stuffed animals more than pillows

Especially cat ones, you got him a cat squishmallow for Christmas and he never sleeps without it

So he obviously wants you to come snuggle with him with the squishmallow

But it’s like that one “my boyfriend and his 4 foot mareep”

you wanna be the cat squishmallow

and so that’s what you fight over

And he’s a stubborn little shit so even though he obviously wants you in his arms, he doesn’t want to give in (takes that from Lucifer)

But once the three of you are in harmony, it’ll be the best cat nap you’ll ever have

Asmo ft. Solomon

you know a sleepover is gonna include these two

As much as Asmo would love you to himself, Solomon decided to invite himself over, he’s not gonna miss any of the action

Asmo’s sleepover is probably what you’d expect, facials, nails, gossip, and of course, pillow fights

It’s all fun and games until Asmo’s beautiful face gets hit

Then it’s war.

magic is being used and Asmo is in his demon form and Solomon’s eyes go white with the pillow army he’s psionically controlling

You are caught in the middle of their battle and get pummeled by their pillows

And that is when they both realize you’re there

And Asmo starts fretting over you while Solomon collects the pillows and arranges them how Asmo likes them

Y’all watch a chick flick and get some nice beauty sleep

Beel and Belphie

you already know the twins are gonna pull you up to the attic for naps

Especially belphie, he loves to cuddle with you, calls you his dreamcatcher

But when Beel is thrown into the mix, the two love to fight over you, playfully of course

Pillow fights are very common, belphie has so many pillows it’s unreal

In fact, he has a separate closet filled with them that avalanches when you open it (you learned this the hard way

Expect lots of tickle fights and play wrestling that makes you all tired enough to fall asleep in a pile of blankets

They are not afraid to fight you too, you better hold your own

It’s quite easy to best belphie, but beel is another story

he won’t ever hurt you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t challenge you to a pillow fight

he lets you win bc he’s a sweetheart and dramatically falls back

you’ll have to revive him with the promise of hellfire newt chips

overall 10/10 sleepovers with these two

#bee writes #buzz #honey #obey me #obey me tickles #ler!lucifer #ler!mammon #lee!MC #gn!mc #gn!reader #sfw tickles

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longtimenospooning-luci · 2 years

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Seokjin:

Updated 01/16/24

On Your Knees - @borathae

Hot water, thick steam and your boyfriend on his knees begging for your forgiveness. What a pleasant turn of events indeed….

How to Fake a Boyfriend - @bts-reveries

you are like every other youtuber, uploading videos once a week, collaborating with other youtubers in your city, following all the trends, etc. you were usually all about the aesthetics, beauty, fashion, food, and artsy vlogs. until one night, you got a hate comment from a day one subscriber. calling you boring and ‘no longer interesting enough to watch’. so with the help of a couple of your fellow youtuber friends, you were about to change that. pranking your subscribers and followers was never in your forte, but what happens when the single since birth youtuber: lovelyn, suddenly has a boyfriend?

Lay Me Gently - @ddaenggtan

there is no time for loneliness among the fires of your forge, no room in your buzzing mind for thoughts of anything but your next invention and the pain in your leg. your life is tilted off its axis, though, when your parents arrange a marriage without your knowledge or consent, and your new husband begins to situate himself into your life despite protests from either of you. you don’t know what Zeus and Hera have planned, but a volcano is no place for a love god like Seokjin.

Half-Baked Holiday - ^^

That Seokjin, don’t get me started on him. He’s worked hard to open and run that bakery of his, you know, and I’m so proud that it’s so successful now. Wish he would find a nice person to settle down with, though, he deserves it, as long as he’s been on his own. Well, I guess you can’t really call it alone when he’s got that grump of a best friend always hanging around him. He really should be paying her, what with all the time she spends at the bakery with him. She’s always waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but she’s not so bad when she brings me some of those cookies of his, or just around Seokjin in general, if I’m honest. Too distracted by staring at that pretty face of his, I suppose, though who can blame her?

Raspberry Truffles - @gukyi

how to fake date your best friend: step one - don’t fall in love with them. failed step one.

Seven Seconds in Heaven - @jimlingss

In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven seconds before they are ripped away.

Worshipers of the Sun - ^^

After the war, the God of Sun married the Goddess of Love to exemplify that such devastation will never occur again. But you knew his affections were untrue and fled. After a century, Seokjin goes looking for you to bring back home.

Silly Kitty - @jincherie

Hybrid Jin gets taken in by MC when all he wanted was a good home for his little found family of other hybrids. Fluffy, fluff, fluff!

Have Mercy - @justcallmenikki7

Jin is forced to break up with you because of BigHit.

I will, I Promise - ^^

you and your friend get attacked and you wish death upon them and your boyfriend is happy to comply.

Nerves - ^^

you meet your boyfriend, Seokjin’s, alter ego, Jin.

Beside You - @kimnjss

he’s bad for you. from the commitment issues to the endless scandals. sworn to never settle down… well, that’s until he sees how happy you can be without him. now he’s willing to do anything to keep from losing you to your so-called ‘perfect boyfriend’. feat. Jimin

Fire and Darkness - @kpopfanfictrash

Persephone!y/n + Hades!Jin

Heathens - ^^

A mafia princess who recently inherited the throne, you are forced to play by the rules in a world you despise.

Teach You - @lachimolala7

mafia au, arranged marriage au, fluff

Arrested - @ladyartemesia

Detective Kim Seokjin x Criminal Reader

Farewell - @mirahuyooo

The legends tell of a young man, whose life concluded with his reflection, and a young nymph, who fell for him insistently. He rejects her, as he does with any other and she’s heartbroken—or so the tales say.

Lucky at Cards, Unlucky at Love - @namjoonxorg

Mob ties run deep within the US, so much so that crime has become a business in of itself; Kim Seokjin is a pioneer of this métier. He, along with his 6 other business partners, somehow manage to keep Kim Co. and its illegalities largely separated. However, when Min Y/N, the adopted sister of Min Yoongi, begins to unravel lose ends about her past, the strings between the company and the crimes seem to be tying increasingly tight.

Burden - @neonlights92

After the death of his wife during childbirth Kim Seokjin is unable to hold his baby daughter without grief taking control. Just three weeks after the love of his life is taken from him so suddenly, Jin is expected to marry somebody new. You are foolish and have spent your whole life pining after Kim Seokjin from afar, even after he marries your best friend, Seul. But suddenly Seul is gone and you are expected to marry Jin and raise his child. You know your heart is already in it, but what about his?

Dangerous Situation After an Argument - @thebangtancloud

Read if you need something to make you cry.

Safe with Me - @writersrealmbts

You’ve always wanted to help people, and suddenly, you’ve been given the chance to help three hybrids who are down on their luck: Jimin, a cat hybrid, Jungkook, a bunny hybrid, and Jin, a dog-hybrid. Opening your home and your heart to these three, anything could happen. Including you getting hurt.

The King's Daughter - @writtenwhalien

Seokjin x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au.

Currents - @yeoldontknow

Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too.

Love Forsaken - @yoongi-sugaglider

hanahaki disease~ a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one sided love. If the love is not returned the person suffering can only escape the disease through death or surgery to remove the flowers along with the emotions connected to them.

#seokjin imagine #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin fluff #seokjin angst #seokjin smut #kim seokjin #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x y/n #kim seokjin x you

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lorkai · 2 years

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Lilia as your dad

A/N: Head empty, just this gremlin screaming and running around until I finally write this down. So come get your gremlin if you like him and fluff combined lol.

Lilia naturally has a way with children. They are always funny and honest, and they make him feel a peace he never thought he would feel when he was on the battlefield. He saw a lot that traumatized him, a lot of blood and bodies, so being surrounded by kids and their antics helped him find himself when he had nightmares and war trauma. He will never forget how he took care of Malleus since he was just an egg ready to hatch, how he crawled out and breathed in for the first time was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Holding him in his arms gave him a sense of belonging and made him realize he wanted more children, little ones that he could raise and help.

Regardless of whether you are his adopted or biological child, human or fae, Lilia will treat you very well. Obviously he has his mistakes as a father and as an fae but he is always working to make up for those mistakes and apologizes when he is wrong. He is naturally a busy fae, but he can easily be found going to your imaginary tea parties, playing with you, teaching you to fight, or just taking you to work with him.

Lilia says he's proud of every little achievement you've achieved and offers you good hugs. Plus, he takes you and Silver out to the fanciest and most expensive restaurant every now and then to celebrate something important. And it is customary for him to put you to bed and cover you with a warm blanket, kissing your forehead.

You 100% have inside jokes and a secret handshake.

Also, Lilia loves to read you stories. He is the best narrator and manages to make the dialogues funnier with the voices he imitates. Books may vary. Fantasy, mystery and if you like, horror. There are also movie nights where you, Malleus, Silver, Sebek and your dad get together to watch silly movies. He's also the type of person who talks to the character all the time, Silver is already used to but Sebek always complains about it while you and Malleus find this funny.

It's common for Malleus to find you in a pillow fort in Lilia's room, where you spend a lot of time reading manga and watching anime, debating about the strongest characters from and eating junk food. Not that you know but these debates are said so that your observation and perception are more keen than that of other people, so that you are able to perceive if a person and their intentions are good, because he will not always be there to protect you and that's why he gives you mental exercises like this. Besides, you always end up sleeping in the comfort of the fort, warm and between a mess of arms and legs. It's lovely to see.

He's a busy parent as mentioned as he's preparing Malleus to ascend the throne, but he also always has time to talk to Silver and you about your respective issues. With him you can talk about your feelings and he always talks about how valid they are so you don't repress them and end up with some emotional block. He also gives the best advice when you're having a hard time or just went after him because of a nightmare, either way he always ends up pulling you down onto his chest and feeling combing gently on your scalp, singing the same lullaby that put Malleus and Silver to sleep.

While everyone accepts you in their little family, they also have to accept that you and Lilia are constantly in a war to see who can prank them the most. Malleus is pretty hard to fall for your pranks, but he always plays along so you don't feel bad. And Silver doesn't even care since half the time he's sleeping. But Sebek, poor crocodile, is running around being surprised by you and your father with equally sadistic smiles, his words, not mine. And when he starts chasing the two of you to scold you about how you've been bothering Waka-sama, the two of you have fun hiding in the castle. The place is huge and Sebek doesn't even know half of the hiding places shared between you and Lilia.

Finally, Lilia probably teaches you some magic tricks. In addition to training and fighting with you, with weapons like a sword or bow or just with your fists, he wants you to be strong physically and mentally so that you know how to defend yourself when he can't be there in time. This is a fear of his that you may not be able to understand, but as a general he has many known enemies and spies always trying to get close to him and his only weaknesses are his children.

At the end of the night he always says I love you before he goes to sleep and makes sure you're comfortable and warm in your covers. He always tries to be a good father to you and his brother Silver.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #child!reader #child!mc

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aggressivedaikons · 9 months

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Starboy (Soundwave Deserter AU Fic) Ch. 3

Chapter One / Previous Chapter / AO3 Ver.

(Not tagging with anything more than transformers due to no Soundwave lmao)

Peyton was, and had always been a lover of nature. Growing up in New Hampshire, she would spend her childhood out in the woods, playing with sticks, making forts and gardens. Every second she spent indoors, Peyton was thinking about the wild. She read up on nearly every kind of forest critter, how to search and forage for plants, how to hunt. She loved nearly every aspect of wildlife, from the root systems of mushrooms to the science behind of eagle wings, and everything inbetween.

When she was 13, she got a Maine Coon kitten. She had always been a cat person, but rarely asked for one of her own. At first, she had been a little hesitant, worried that he might keep her away from her carefree fun in the woods. But, after some research and training, the two were off together. Cheddar, her cat, now on a leash, was able to run alongside her as they tromped through the woods.

That was seven years ago.

Peyton was now in college, and had moved over to the west coast to attend Oregon State University, majoring in Botany and Environmental Sciences. She decided that if she had had such a strong passion for life and nature ever since she was a young child, she should pursue a career as an ecologist.

Her aunt lived out in California, and had rented out the spare cabin she would occasionally spend her summers at, as a place for Peyton to live. It was an incredibly beautiful piece of land. A mountain view, lush greenery, a blue lake only a mile or so away. It was serene.

The cabin was a small, studio-sized A-frame cabin, roughly 800 square ft, with a tall ceiling. It was divided into three rooms. The front area was a wide living space, with a small kitchen to the right. In the middle of the back wall, there was a hallway. At the end, we’re three doors. To the left, the bathroom, to the right, Peyton’s bedroom, and through the middle, there was a small porch.

Peyton had just finished the finals only a week before, and now, was finally able to relax. Ah, summer break. Though she loved her classes, she always yearned for that freedom of the summer. She had several hikes planned already, as well as a camping trip. As she drove up the hill, she thought to herself about what she needed to pack.

She always forgot something, no matter what. Her thoughts seemed scrambled, and cluttered, 24/7, bouncing around in her brain, non-stop. She began to list off everything she needed to bring for the 6.7 mile hike she was planning on going tomorrow morning. She considered the thought of bringing Cheddar, but she was afraid the hike would be too long. Maybe another day.

She repeated the list of items she needed to pack under her breath as she pulled into the dirt driveway.

“Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass, snacks and waterbottle. Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass…”

As she did so, she fumbled around her bag to dig out her house keys, before hopping out of her Jeep, and running up to her door. Her cat, who was previously sprawled out in the sun, was now pawing and trilling at the glass siding, eager for his mama’s return.

As Peyton entered, Cheddar rubbed up a against her legs, purring and chittering. He ran over to his food bowl (which was half-full) expectantly, looking up at her with big eyes. Peyton sighed, before walking over and pulling the scoop out of the cat food.

She spoke to Cheddar in a babey voice, saying “Oh, hey there, Chedd! You have food in your bowl, silly! You’re such a dumb little boy, aren’t you? You wouldn’t have a chance in the wild, wouldn’t you, you silly goose!” She said, as she stirred up she remaining dry mix that had been left in the cat’s bowl since that morning with the empty scoop.

As she stood back up, Cheddar eagerly went to eat the food in his bowl. This was a regular thing, for them. Though some of her friends had inquired to her about the chances of him having vision issues, but after going to the vet, they decided nothing was wrong, and that he was just an orange cat.

Peyton walked to her bedroom, and climbed up to her bed, which was elevated by a few feet. She undid her ponytail, letting her auburn hair spill out onto her shoulders. She laid back and curled up in bed, letting out a heavy breath. She was worn out from the last few days. She pulled pulled out her phone, and opened her notes app. She began writing down her packing list.

‘Trekking pole. Compass. GPS. Headlamp. Extra socks. Water bottle. Trail mix and protein bars. First aid kit. Sunglasses and hat. Sunscreen, lip balm. Bugspray. Lighter. Pepper spray. Whistle. Pull alarm.’

She contemplated other items, but decided to add more later. She really needed a nap. She had been staying up for the last two nights studying, meaning she had only slept for about seven hours over the last three days. She set a timer on her phone, to wake her up at 9pm. She set it on her bedside table, and closed her eyes. She fell asleep in minutes, soundly drifting off, in a well-deserved nap.

#transformers #fanfic #fanfiction #tf fanfic #transformers fanfiction #fanwork #fan au #original character x canon character #deserter!au

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nikrangdan · 3 years

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lovestruck!enhypen x reader

pairing: lovestruck!enhypen x reader

genre: FLUFF fluff Fluff

description: how enhypen would be if they became lovestruck by the reader ☹️☹️ this is such an adorable request!!!! itll vary for each member ur relationships so you’ll either be strangers or already dating etc.

a/n: idk if all of them are lovestruck exactly bc i just got carried away with the fluff for some of them and idky maknae line revolves around sleeping BUT IDC sleepy!enhypen is the best 😁

———————

HEESEUNG

u worked at a pretty popular clothing store

and well well well heeseung had shown up dressed very much your style so u were like

Wow who is this guy....

he was alone just looking around

and there were like 10 other people in the store but u wanted to talk to him so bad so u went up like

“hi, welcome! are u finding everything okay?”

he was looking through a rack of shirts and turned around when he heard u but WOW

when this man turned around he looked even better in person u couldnt believe it 😫

BUT IT SEEMS HE FELT THE SAME BC U SWEAR HE BECAME SO FLUSTERED WHEN HE TURNED AROUND

his eyes got so wide u almost laughed it was so cute ☹️

he stuttered and was like “oh um im okay”

Aw man

but u said “okay then! let me know if you need any help finding anything or if u wanna use a dressing room!” and u sent him ur nicest smile u could give

his eyes were still kinda wide open and u gave him one last look before turning around😢😢

BUT THEN HE SAID SOMETHING

“w-wait! actually.. um....uh.. do u.. do u guys have sweatpants..?”

u giggled to urself on the inside bc u knew he just made that up on the spot

“we do! here, follow me”

while u were showing him the clothes u guys had exchanged names and had some small talk

and that was the start of something very Beautiful

and since then he has been coming almost everyday to visit u at work 🤗🤗

JAY

jay swore he found new things about u to love every single day

and today wasnt an exception!!!!

u knew jay had been really tired and just worn out from work recently so u had decided to make him his favorite meal for dinner

a nice little surprise for when he got home ❤️

and also the anime he was watching ready on the tv for u two to watch together :(

u had literally been preparing all day and u even decided to go out and buy dessert too

AWESOMEST PERSON EVER U ARE!

it was 8pm already and jay should be getting home now

u set the table all neatly and put on one of his sweaters

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT HE GOT HOME AS SOON AS U WERE DONE

Fate 🔥🔥

romantic stuff like this wasnt really ur forte so this was out of the normal for u

but u wanted to do something for jay because he did stuff like this for u alot

the table isnt in view when u walk into the apartment so he wasnt able to see his dinner yet

“hi” you smile brightly and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss

he had his bad slung over one of his shoulders and he was taking his shoes off in the doorway after he closed it

“hey.. it smells pretty good in here” he gave you a tired smile while one of his arms was wrapped around your waist

“really? it smells normal to me” you giggled before walking to the kitchen area together

he stopped and looked at u with LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES when he saw the table

jay: ❤️_❤️

“y/n..”

“surprise!!! you know im not good with words but i wanted to show you that i can cook” you laugh “and that i love you very much and im so proud of you”

jay doesnt say anything but instead drops his bag on the couch and gives u the Biggest Hug Ever

ur face is practically smushed in his chest and his hand is resting lovingly on ur hair :(((

he loves u so much im so sad

JAKE

“layla!!! layla where are you?” jake was yelling quite loudly in the massive park he was in the middle of

yeah jake lost layla.. uh oh

quite a coincidence you found the cutest dog you’d ever laid eyes on

and she seemed to love u very much

the dog had made u topple over and now she was excitedly playing with you while you were sat on the ground laughing to your hearts content

after a minute of playing you had got up because you knew she was somebodys lost dog and her owner was probably looking all over the park for her

“okay.. lets go find your owner before they have a heart attack” you giggle

just as you said that though, you heard a boys voice yell “LAYLA!!!!”

the dog next to you looked in his direction, tail wagging and tongue out, but she didnt move an inch from her spot next to you

it made me you laugh out loud

as you were watching the boy run up to you, you noticed how cute he actually was

Omg..... ur heart started beating a little faster

“hi..” the boy hunched over with his hands on his knees breathing very heavily “you have my dog”

“uh yeah” you laugh “sorry about that, she ran over to me a couple minutes ago and i was just about to go find her owner”

“its okay, thank you..” he trailed off to find out your name and finally looked up to meet your eyes

“y/n” you told him

“y/n” he repeated with a small grin on his face “im jake”

“hi jake” you lightheartedly give him your hand to shake and he chuckles before taking the offer

“and it was nice meeting you layla” you crouch down to meet her level and she licks your face making you fall on your butt

you laugh and jakes quick to help you up

“layla! thats not very nice” he jokingly scolds her and pets her head

after u got up u bid goodbye to the two before jake invited u to continue walking around the park AND HE EVEN BOUGHT U AN ICE CREAM

Is This A Date, Jake? 😫😫❤️❤️❤️❤️😳😛😛

SUNGHOON

“you should be more careful” you scold the boy sitting with you standing between his legs

sunghoon had apparently gotten elbowed in the face by his friend and scratched by his friends cat on accident????

“it wasn’t my fault! he turned around and i just happened to be in the way. and i didnt even do anything to the cat!” he whined

“i didnt say it was your fault. i said to be more careful.” you tried to sound stern

u knew ur logic was making no sense but u just thought it was so fun to mess with him

he let out a sigh and gave up, slouching over again

you were stood between his legs, wiping the blood away and applying ointment

“im just kidding, you’re so cute” one of your free hands comes up to rub his hair

a small grin pops up on his face and his arms come to rest on your waist

he looks up at you while you focus on tending to his wounds

and u guessed it WITH LITERAL HEARTS IN HIS EYES

❤️_❤️

“you know y/n” he begins

you hum in response, letting him know you’re listening

“im gonna marry you one day”

you freeze in your place

it took you a minute to collect yourself because you felt like your heart almost leaped out of your chest

“who says?” you joke

he leans up to give you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting back down

“me.”

SUNOO

you noticed sunoo had been really tired lately and u just wanted to make him feel better :((

the boys were going out and invited you two obviously but you could tell sunoo was iffy about going

“uhh..” you trail off and look over at sunoo who was laying on the couch

“you know what guys? i think me and sunoo are gonna stay home today.. you guys have fun though!” you bid goodbye to the other boys and they all understood and left

you dont even know if sunoo knew they had left already because when you walked over to him his tired eyes were glued on the tv

“hey” you leaned against the couch and looked down at him

“y/n? are we going soon?” his eyes move to the top of his head to look up at you

you start laughing and he literally goes 🤨???

“silly, they already left! so what do you wanna do?” you plop down next to him and he was in the process of sitting up

“what? when did they leave...” his mouth drops open

“like 2 minutes ago” you giggle, leaning back to rest your head

sunoo had sat still, pondering for a moment

“why did they leave us?” he turned to look at you

your eyes met his “well i figured you didnt wanna go... you didnt, right?”

he slowly shakes his head “how did you know?”

you give him a sneaky smile and jokingly push his arm “because i know you so well”

he laughs at this and leans his head on your shoulder

“wow y/n.. im impressed” he grins, snuggling into your arm

your other arm crosses over to pat him on the head, leaning your head to rest on top of his

“but thank you y/n..” his eyes slowly close to rest “im thankful for all the little things you notice about me”

u literally go 🥺

your hand goes down to squeeze his and he falls asleep peacefully on ur shoulder ☹️☹️☹️❤️

JUNGWON

“y/n..what is that” jungwons eyes can barely open as he tries to comprehend whats going on while hes waking up

you haphazardly tap around the bedside table trying to turn off the new alarm you set last night

and that new alarm was jungwon singing 🤗

“its you, dummy” your eyes were still closed but you turned to face jungwon and snuggled closer to him

“wha- where did you even get that???” he was almost fully awake now, staring down at your half asleep figure

you yawned before answering in your i-just-woke-up-and-i-should-probably-drink-some-water voice “remember when you sang me to sleep last week? yeah i was secretly recording you. no biggie” you pat his chest twice and leave your hand there, content with life at the moment Lol

“y/nnnn” he whines “change ittt i dont like it”

“you’re kidding.” you deadpan, shocked he would say such a thing!!! “jungwon you sound like an angel threw up on a field of flowers full of puppies and kittens! okay thats kinda weird maybe not that”

jungwon giggles a little and sits up so he can sit against the headboard while your head rests on his lap

“you like my singing that much?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he asks you

you finally pop one eye open to look up at him, a goofy grin in your face

“i love your singing”

his hands run through your hair and you let out a sigh at the feeling

jungwon doesnt say anything

all he does is admire you

you can feel his eyes on you so you open your eyes again (both this time🙏🏼) and meet his eyes

“i can feel you staring straight into the depths of my soul, jungwon”

he laughs at this, bring his other hand up to pinch your cheek

“i’ll sing for you whenever you want me to y/n”

NI-KI

“shut up sunghoon, hes sleeping” you whisper-scolded the boy

ni-ki was currently asleep on you

literally SPRAWLED all over your body and you were basically mummified

by nishimura riki

his legs were tangled in yours, his head shoved into your neck, and his arms were bent around you in ways you didnt know were humanly possible

“you literally have an alien taking a nap on you y/n” sunghoon deadpans before walking out the room

“when you’re asleep sunghoon i will send you into a spacecraft for the rest of your life so you can go see aliens for yourself”

“wowww im so scared y/n” the boy remarks and shuts the door

you half laugh and half scoff before turning your attention back to the ipad screen sitting on the bed infront of you

well

kind of infront of you because ni-ki’s acrobatic position was basically blocking the view

you were having a decent time watching the show playing, definitely not the most comfortable person on the planet at the moment

until you felt the body on top of you.. rumble?

you knew that feeling

ni-ki was laughing

HOW and WHY the hell was he laughing ?!!?!!?!

“what the hell?” you look down at him and his face is shoved near your shoulder but you caught a glimpse of his big smile

his laughter gets louder and you still dont have answers yet

“why are you laughing???? i thought you were sleeping?????” you try to push him off you but he was persistent in laughing in your shoulder (??)

after a couple minutes of you just letting this happen

ni-ki finally speaks!

“you’re so funny y/n” he finally pulls away from you and wipes his tears

“what are you even talking about... and how long were you awake, you sneaky kid” you poke his chest

he leans down again to hug your waist and start cuddling you again

“10 minutes”

“so you’re telling me i could’ve freed myself from that god awful demon EMBRACE you had me in 10 minutes ago???!!”

ni-ki starts laughing again and looks up at you

“thank you for threatening to send sunghoon to aliens for me y/n” he grins

you laugh, finally understanding what the boy had been going on about

“sunghoon deserved it”

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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What type of roleplays would the yanderes do with they're darlings? Would it be hero/civilian? Teacher? Doctor?

thirsty ! BNHA headcannons

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS

goodiebag WARNINGS: slight nsfw, dubcon/noncon, kinks

YANDERE ! BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN KING x SERVANT

He just loves having his ego fed. Call him anything that insights power and you've got him wrapped tight around your finger, ironically. He doesn't care much for being called Hero except that it gives him a certain giddy bubbly feeling inside, though where it feels good it's far from sexual. But, call him King or God, again, ironically, you should prepare yourself for being worshipped.

YANDERE ! DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA DEVIL x ANGEL

Dabi loves being Big Bad Wolf to his Little Red Riding Hood. He loves being the terrible treacherous villain who stole an innocent helpless little girl and made her his. Loves playing devil to his angel. Loves dressing you in chaste white lingerie before fucking you into a sinful mess while you wear it.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA VILLAIN x VICTIM

Tomura doesn't complicate things with dynamics and elaborate backstories and such. But, he will at times find pleasure in being a creep. A disgusting stalker to his unsuspecting prey. Likes the contrast between his treacherous villainous self and your helplessness. Partly, also the contrast between his ugliness and your pretty perfection.

SHINSO HITOSHI MASTER x PET

Shinso is the frontrunner for the Master x Pet dynamic. He loves collaring you like a little kitten and playing with you whichever way he chooses. Loves having you follow his commands and praising and punishing you. Cooing at you when he goes too rough, when he pulls your tail too harshly or yanks the leash too brutally and tugs at your locks too much or ties his capture-weapon a little too tightly around your wrists and ankles.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS ALPHA x OMEGA

Simple guy, most times. But when his rut rolls around... he can’t help but be a rabid feral ballistic ruthless conqueror. Alpha instincts needing to dominate his little omega mate until you're nothing but a wet hot mess fucked silly and leaking with his cum. Breed you through and through thoroughly.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU DADDY x BABY

Dominates you sweetly. Killing you with kindness. Daddy takes good care of his good girl. His little baby bunny. Infantilization is his forte. He loves to dress you up in all frilly ballet outfits. Tutu adorning your hips. Thigh-high socks running up your legs. Grand pastel bows decorating you in an abundance, in your hair and on both your wrists and ankles and throat. Perfect for when he wants to tie his you up and make you all vulnerable and immobile while you patiently wait for your Daddy.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL DOCTER x PATIENT

Doctor Chisaki Kai needs to inspect his little patient to make sure you're in pristine health. Wouldn't want you to get sick or contaminated. Wouldn't want you corrupted with anything but his cock and his seed. You need to be a good girl and lay still as he runs his surgical-glove-clad hands up and down your nude flesh when you're all on display for him.

TODOROKI SHOTO SADIST x MASOCHIST

Sadomasochism is broad term, but Shoto loves exploring. And raw screams breaking into choked moans are his favorite sounds. Pushing your sanity until you feel ice-cold and red-hot all at once. Your eyes widening into mere black orbs. All cotton-flavoured and begging for more. And then later having you come down all soft and safe. Feeling aftershocks run through as the pain and pleasure zip along your libs. Reducing you to nothing put an exhausted ball of gratitude.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT BULLY x NERD

Loves pushing his dainty little girlfriend around. Tease and mock and jeer while watching with an amused grin you trying to free yourself from his grip. Loves to distract his little bookworm, make you all flushed and blushed. Grab your book and hold it way up high where you can’t reach. Listen to you beg for him to quit tormenting you and watch waterworks spring to the surface as you run off to the bathrooms to cry in peace. Trailing after you with a small sinister smile on his face.

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT COOL KID x LOSER

Quite like his red-haired friend, he loves to make unsuspecting cute starstruck dopes blush with a single flash of his grin. Loves to get up close and personal with you, his inexperienced nervous wide-eyed little dork, chuckling as he makes you blush and stutter with a few inappropriate quips. Loves to have his precious little airhead wrapped around his finger.

MIRIO TOGATA - LE MILLION WARDEN x CONVICT

You’d perhaps think his hero-complex called for him favouring the victims, but what better to satiate his need for justice them having his own little criminal right under his very roof. Keeping you from society, for society’s safety. Keeping you locked up like a prisoner. Judged and punished by the capable hero himself.

AMAJIKI TAMAKI - SUNEATER MONSTER x PREY (beauty & the beast)

Your dirtiest hentai dream come to fruition. Tentacles is all you're able to see, all you can feel, all you can think about. Where they are, how many, how tight, how deep, if you'll choke, if you'll burst, if you'll cum for the dozenth time already.

AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASUR HEAD TEACHER x STUDENT

Shota loves putting dumb little brats in their place. And you are no exception. Probably even more so. He'll have you bent over his desk. Your hands flat on the surface. Fingers bending and scratching up the surface with your claws each tome he lands those sharp flesh-jiggling slaps to your plump doughy behind. Chastising you about being a bad kitty.

YAGI TOSHINORI - ALL MIGHT IDOL x FAN

He loves being a people pleasure just as much as he loves being idolized. And having his perfect little darling kiss his bulging muscles and telling him how grateful you are to him and how you want to show him how appreciative you are of the service he provides the world with and how much you love him for saving you and for being your big strong hero.

TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR BOSS x SECRETARY

Loves having you fuss over his every beck and call. Loves seeing you strut about in your tight pencil-skirt. Your tall stilettos clicking on the floors of his home-office. Loves pulling your tight little shape into his lap. Bending you over on the desk. Pushing you against it when he needs to relieve some stress.

AKAGURO CHIZOME - STAIN WORSHIPPER x GODDESS

To Chizome you are perfection itself. Innocent with that childlike justice-seeking heart. He needs to worship every inch of you. He’s just not worthy of you. The world isn't worthy of you. No one is worthy of you. But, he’ll at least try his best to be.

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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An Unexpected Rival

Characters: Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,556

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When thinking about fighting for the affections of someone, one normally imagines great declarations of love and promises of loyalty. But sometimes that’s not it. Sometimes it’s simply living with a being that hates you more than anything.

In which the reader’s pet hates their s/o

Author’s Note: I did give the pets names because I felt I couldn’t really refer to them as “your pet” the whole time. I also am not a pet owner. Still I hope you enjoy!

Going to try non bullet pointed for a bit. We’ll see how it goes!

Childe

Honestly you didn’t know what to do.

Here you were, standing in the middle of the living room of your apartment, trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of your dog sitting directly on the chest of your much beleaguered partner.

You hadn’t really considered the consequences of introducing Childe to Lacey. I mean, how badly could the interactions be between the man you were convinced was your soulmate and the nicest golden retriever that had ever existed? If there was going to be issues you’d reasoned it would be on Childe’s side. So when your partner lit up at the mention of your fluffy child, you’d assumed all would be well.

Evidently that was not the case. You knew that Lacey could be clingy on occasion, but she’d really been making an effort these past few weeks. Knocking your partner out of the way when you two walked through the door together, refusing to stop walking when you two met up at a park or on the street, refusing to answer to Childe’s attempts at affection. It was almost impressive, the lengths Lacey was willing to go to establish her position as Number One Childe Hater – especially impressive considered the well-attested competition, including but not limited to a Fatui Harbinger.

Now you sprung into action as best you could, bottling up the giggles that threatened to erupt at any moment.

“Childe!” You exclaimed, walking closer. Lacey still refused to stand up, but her tail thumped excitedly against the floor, and she let out a short whine of appreciation. Unfazed by this cry for praise you sighed. “Lacey! Get up! Honestly, you’re not being a very good testament to your intelligence right now.”

Nudging her slightly you sighed with relief as the golden retriever sprang up, attacking your hands and face with kisses as you dragged Childe up to a sitting position. Childe at least seemed unfazed by the sudden attack, letting out a mere “oof”, and smiling a slightly embarrassed smile.

“I’m really sorry about this Childe.” You said, hands still batting away Lacey’s frantic activity as she attempted to get you to focus on her.

“It’s alright. Just, wow she’s a heavier girl than I expected.”

“Hopefully no squished organs?”

“Archons no! It’ll take more than this girl to fell me, don’t you worry.” Childe attempted to give Lacey a pet, but the dog that had just before been laying all over him now scampered out of the way, instead pawing at your back.

“Lacey! Stop being so rude! Urgh, and here I was hoping that you two would be somewhat settled before I went on my trip.”

You sighed, letting your head drop into the palms of your hand, not wanting to think about what might happen during the week and a half that Childe would be required to take care of Lacey. Would she even let him in the apartment to feed her? What about walks and the like? Were you going to come home to all our warfare? Childe seemed to understand your quickly dropping mood, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing small circles with his thumb, even as Lacey whined and began pawing at his arm.

“I promise it’ll be alright my dear. We’ll manage while you’re gone and who knows? Maybe by the time you get back we’ll be thick as thieves, and then you’ll be the one getting sat on.”

“Who knows.” You let out a burst of laughter. But even as you two shared this moment of levity your mind continued to spin its threads, dreading the days to come and what you’d be presented with the day you got back.

“Alright, what’re we going to do.”

Childe stood in the foyer, hands on his hip, irritation in his heart. Lacey seemed to be mimicking the gesture, chest puffed out proudly as she stared the Harbinger down. They must’ve been standing like that for at least ten minutes, Childe thought to himself, ten minutes of staring and nothing yet done. It was beginning to grate on him, and were it not for the fact that you’d have to pay for damages, he was quite tempted to vault over the nearby furniture, if only so he could get to the kitchen and have this miserable showdown be over.

He didn’t dislike Lacey, no Childe didn’t think he could truly dislike any dog if he tried. He used to dream of owning a wolf pup, of flopping around in the snow with his companion, running as fast as he could and still being chased down with a crash, before being bombarded by affectionate pawing and kisses. These memories seemed quite silly when faced with the reality of caring for a dog however, and now he wanted only to bang his head against the wall, and maybe pass out from the exertion.

“I get that you love your owner.” He spoke again, how long had he been talking to this dog? “But I don’t think this is the way to win their heart.”

Lacey said nothing, simply narrowing her eyes and letting out a slightly hiss. Still Childe continued on.

“And like it or not you are going to have to eat eventually. So I suggest if you’re going to misbehave, that you should at least do it on a day when I’m not your primary caretaker.”

When there was still no movement from Lacey Childe sighed. That evening when he returned to his own apartment it was with the unfortunate knowledge that golden retriever bites hurt a lot more than he’d expected them too.

It was storming, and the city of Liyue had transformed from a glistening city to one of mud and rusted iron. Childe swore under his breath as he pulled his coat closer around him, desperately trying to keep as dry as possible. Who knew if he’d be able to make it to your bedroom and grab one of his spare shirts with Lacey acting like he was a burglar instead of well known acquaintance? The song and dance between the two of them was grating. Feeding your golden retriever being nearly impossible, not to mention the times when Childe half dragged Lacey through the most half assed of walks. Really how could such a gentle spirit turn so stubborn so quickly? Childe didn’t know, all he knew was that the sooner you came home the sooner he could stop worry about being nipped at the heels.

The sight that met Childe at the entrance to your apartment was jarring. Instead of the usual irritated dog Childe was met with utter silence, and a stillness that betrayed the fact that not only was Lacey not in the hall, but she was also avoiding the kitchen and the living room.

“Lacey?” Childe called out, getting no answer but the whipping of wind and the rumble of thunder. “I swear if you managed to run off – Lacey!”

Going further down the hall Childe finally heard the sound of muffled whimpering. Walking into your bedroom he spied Lacey under the bed, eyes filled not with disdain, but with anxiety.

“Lacey, why in Teyvat are you here?”

There was no reply, until suddenly another clap of thunder shook the walls. Lacey let out a yelp and crawled under the bed a little more, flattening her head against the floor, although there was not much room left in that department. Childe stared at this for a second letting the pieces fall into place. He just couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that this was the same Lacey who so fearlessly guarded the apartment against his entrance every day.

This slight smugness was extinguished rather quickly though, instead replaced with a sense of pity, and the need to make this poor girl feel the least bit better.

“Hey, hey it’ll be alright.” Childe spoke softly. For a moment he left the room, but quickly he returned, towels and blankets in hand, praying that you wouldn’t mind that he messed up your closet a little bit.

“Let’s make a fort, shall we?”

Not waiting for any sort of acknowledgment Childe began to pile up the covers on your bed, making sure to lay down towels in case you were worried of shedding. At first Lacey did nothing much than scooch out enough to watch him, but within the next flash of lightning she was up and moving, diving under the makeshift fort and clambering around Childe, as if trying to find out if she could burrow through the Harbinger.

“I know, I know, it’s pretty scary out there, huh?” Childe ruffled Lacey’s head slightly. “But you’ll see, it’ll pass soon enough. And then we can go back to fighting, alright.”

Lacey let out a whine, but nevertheless began to settle down, lying down and once more resting her head on her paws.

“There’s a good girl.” Childe smiled softly. “You aren’t that bad you know. At least you aren’t that bad when you’re not trying to bite my leg off.”

Your surprise at the improvement in Childe-Lacey relations was somewhat immense when you returned. Though Childe refused to say what had managed to form such a bond between your disgruntled pet and him, only that he hoped you didn’t mind dog hair on your bed. Lacey, for her part, no longer tried to sit on your partner.

Even if she still pushed him out of the way when you came home.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche could deal with a lot of things. He could deal with the fact that your parrot wouldn’t let the man within three feet of the parrot’s cage without attempting to bite his hands off. He could deal with the obnoxiously loud clicking whenever he got too close to you, and he could deal with fact that your parrot was fond of yelling random phrases at him in the most aggressive tone Scaramouche had ever heard. Scaramouche could deal with all of that. What he couldn’t deal with is what your parrot insisted on calling him, no matter how much time was spent saying: “Scaramouche. I am Scaramouche!”

“Electro boy? Really?”

“I’m sorry Scara,” you let out a giggle, “I didn’t know what your name was when I first saw you.”

Oh Scaramouche was sure of that, but did that really mean that Oliver had to call him solely by that title? It didn’t help that you must’ve referred to Scaramouche an awful lot as “Electro Boy” for it to be the name that stuck in Oliver’s mind. And regardless of how many times you used the title, it was one thing for you to use the nickname. It was quite another thing for Oliver to, since, unlike in your case, Oliver’s use of “Electro Boy” could be nothing but derogatory.

Scaramouche had long given up in wooing the errant parrot over. If they were to be mortal enemies, so be it. He’d dealt with that before.

“Oh Scaramouche, you must be joking!” You’d exclaimed when he’d revealed this train of thought, cupping his face in your hand and pressing affectionate kisses to his face. He’d let you do so, let you imagine that one day there might be a reconciliation. But in his heart he knew. Unless Oliver learned to stop with the name calling, Scaramouche would never forgive him for the insult.

“I wish you would write.” You whispered.

Pain skirted through Scaramouche’s face, but still he refused the promise that you needed. You knew that Scaramouche would never be able to have a normal relationship with you, that these trips were necessary, were a part of him that you’d never be able to wrench away. Still, the least he could do was promise to write. Without his writings, well how could you even be sure he was alive?

“I’m sorry.” Scaramouche whispered. Leaning in so your foreheads were touching he let out a sigh, warming your lips with his breath. “I cannot promise I will write. I wouldn’t like to break a promise to you.”

“I know.” You whispered back, shaking your head as much as you could. “Still, I’d almost rather a broken promise.”

“You wouldn’t. I know it would drive you mad.”

“Perhaps, but better than nothing?”

You two stood there, basking in silence. A familiar cry broke the reverie.

“Electro Boy! Electro Boy!” A series of clicks accompanied the sudden shriek. There was no better way to break the spell. Almost immediately Scaramouche pulled away. Walking towards the door he paused, turning around one more time.

“I’ll miss you.”

Those words washed over you, their owner having been carried away with the wind.

Scaramouche hurried up the steps, anticipation keep his pace quick and his thoughts a jumble of fragments. The long mission he’d been sent on was finally over, and now he could think not of noisy soldiers, nor of the people who continually disappointed him, but of you. He couldn’t wait, every step on the staircase felt like an obstacle, something he must triumph against to reach you. Finally arriving at your door he barely paused, stepping this way and that as he opened the door before striding into the hallway as fast as he could.

“I’m home.” He called into the afternoon light. Almost immediately two things happened. One was that you leapt off your position on the couch, practically barreling yourself into his arms. The second was that Oliver began to screech, hopping from one foot to the other in an indecipherable dance.

“Scara, you’re home!” You cried, exclamation by the way you buried your face into his shoulder.

“Scara! Scara! Scaramouche!” Oliver echoed. The words made Scaramouche freeze up, taken aback as he was by their usage.

“What was that Oliver?” He called out, not altogether sure if the parrot would even reply to him. Scaramouche had really only referred to Oliver by name the first time he met him. After that you had to settle with “the bird” or “the noisemaker”. This time, however Scaramouche couldn’t help but use it. This was, after all, a matter of great importance.

“Scaramouche, Scaramouche, who’s a pretty bird?” Oliver tittered irreverently.

His tone was still somewhat sharp, Scaramouche never heard Oliver snap at you the way he did him, but nevertheless the words had struck a chord. Finding himself at a loss for words Scaramouche stared at you, trying to figure out what was going on.

“That’s probably my fault,” you laughed hesitantly, “I guess I was talking about you more than I thought. It’s only that, well I missed you an awful lot. And Oliver is my confidante, he always has been. So I guess I’ve just been talking a lot to him about you. I’ve really missed you…”

Scaramouche felt his heart soften. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to your forehead, much to the indignation of Oliver, who twittered away as normal. Still, it was better than it had been before. And, if Scaramouche could admit it to himself, he didn’t mind the idea of you pouring out to Oliver how much you missed him. It made him feel important, feel whole. And if your rude bird had helped at all, then Scaramouche could find it in him to respect Oliver, though only a little.

“I’m glad you thought of me.” He whispered to you. “And I’m glad you still had a confidante to talk to.”

And if the result was a parrot who no longer called him “Electro Boy”, then all the better.

Xiao

Honestly Xiao couldn’t really see the appeal of pets. Something that was only cemented when he met your cat.

“And this is Honey.” You’d said softly, picking up the orange feline and cradling her in your arms. The cat made no sounds, instead it stared straight at Xiao, eyes narrow, gaze untrusting. Xiao was equally out of depths in this matter. What was he supposed to do? Pet it, presumably. Reaching out with hesitant fingers Xiao almost immediately pulled away, dodging an onslaught of clawing.

Ever since then there seemed to have been an odd hierarchy established, at least in Honey’s mind. She never let Xiao sit next to you, oh no, that would’ve been too generous. Instead Honey squeezed into the space between you two, no matter how small and wow was it small sometimes, meowing angrily as Xiao passed his arm over her head to hold your hand. Sometimes she’d try the tactic of walking all over you, lying on your lap, wrapping herself around your shoulders, and all the time glaring at Xiao as if he’d brought some sort of catastrophe on her for daring to try and get close to you.

“Your cat hates me.”

“She does not!” You exclaimed. “Honey doesn’t hate anyone! She just needs to get used to you.”

“She hates me. She thinks I’m beneath her.”

Xiao glared up at Honey, who was looming over the conversation via the bookshelf in your bedroom. Honey’s eyes narrowed and for a moment Xiao felt as if he’d somehow spilled the cat’s secrets. It wasn’t his fault that he knew what she was thinking. After all, hadn’t Xiao been like that for a time? An ornery soul who found most interactions beneath him? Who knew he’d be on the receiving end of that relationship someday. He certainly didn’t appreciate it now.

“You just need to get used to one another.” You continued to assure Xiao. “Honey’s a little bit possessive. It’s nothing personal. She’ll get over it.”

Well it’d been four weeks since that conversation and unfortunately Honey showed exactly zero signs of “getting over it”. Though perhaps she wasn’t clawing at him anymore, maybe because you’d actually scolded her for it, the gaze never left her eyes. The fact that she meowed loudly whenever Xiao made more contact than hand holding also didn’t help her case.

Xiao sighed, staring at the sky as the sun began its descent beyond the peaks of Liyue. A cluster of trees ringed the back part of your house – trees apparently planted by your grandparents – and Xiao enjoyed perching in them to watch the sunset.

“At least here the cat will leave me alone.” He muttered.

It’d been a tiring day. Honey had been in a particularly bad mood – probably the result of Xiao staying the night – and the atmosphere in the house had become somehow so tense that Xiao figured taking a hike wouldn’t be a bad idea. Even if he found the whole exercise a bit demeaning.

“I’m losing to a cat.” Xiao called flatly out into the air. There was no reply of course, but he didn’t mind that. Imagine what his fellow adepti would think of him now, flailing around, trying to win the affections of a furball whose favorite pastime was being as irritating as possible.

Now Xiao heard a familiar yowl. Glancing down he spied Honey, hair standing on end, gripping a branch as if her life belonged to it. An old conversation rose to the front of his mind. Something about cats being able to go up trees very easily, but not so much down. What an idiotic creature, he thought to himself.

Still it’d be ill form to leave the poor idiot clutching onto the branch, so fighting his smugness as beset he could Xiao leaned over and attempted to wrench the cat from the branches. Honey let out a series of shrieks, claws digging into the bark, but eventually she relinquished and Xiao pulled her up onto his lap. Almost immediately she began pawing at his chest, meowing her indignancy.

“I know.” Xiao glared at the cat. “But they wouldn’t be very happy if you got stuck.”

As if to reply Honey narrowed her eyes, turning around to look at the skyline, rather than acknowledge the adeptus she was now laying on. Xiao hummed in response.

“You know things would be easier if you weren’t so aggressive.”

A meow in response.

“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you’re so territorial.”

Another meow.

“I suppose I’m like that. I also want them to myself. Things would be easier without you clawing at me. But they love you, and that’s what matters. I don’t know why but they do.”

Silence, perhaps Honey was insulted by the way Xiao spoke.

“I can’t say I’ll love you. But I’ll try to like you. As long as you try to like me.”

Silence again, but this time Xiao took it as an assent. Letting out a sigh he turned back towards the horizon, gaze drifting towards the peaks that Honey too was watching with interest. The night was alive with the soft chirps of insects, and a faint breeze ruffled Xiao hair, dancing through Honey’s fur. Xiao let out a sigh and, nemesis on his stomach, allowed himself a little rest.

You stared at the mismatched pair, a smile playing on your lips. How funny they looked, curled up together. Like two cats, one a panther, the other a tabby. And yet somehow the tabby was running the shots.

They look so peaceful, you mused to yourself, who knows what they might be like in the morning.

At the very least, you’d be sure to enquire about the nature of your partner’s conversation with your cat, something which had seemed very important to him.

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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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Pillow Fort

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

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A/n : Got this idea from when i made a pillow fort in my room cause i was feeling lonely :’) Also this isnt really a part two to behind doors, just a branched off oneshot from further down in there relationship

Summary : Peter is tired from a rough night of patrolling and comes home to you sleeping in your very own pillow fort

Warnings : SMUT! (oral [fem rec], dirty talk, sub/dom dynamics) some nice floofy floof

Word Count : 3.7k

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Peter had never felt so drained after patrol.

Maybe it was because he stayed up all night studying for a Physics quiz or that classes throughout the day seemed to drag on because you weren’t there to entertain him with your silly pick up lines you came up with on the go. After his last class ended, he didn’t want to go out as spider-man. All he wanted was to swing by your apartment and cuddle for the rest of the day, but when he heard about a new gang terrorising the city on Mr. Delmer’s radio, he knew he had a responsibility to stop them.

One gang and a drunk driver later, he found himself landing in front of your window, knocking lightly on the glass. After a few seconds of not getting a response, he assumed you were already asleep. Carefully, he slid open the window, stepping inside your bedroom. He locked the window before taking off his suit with a heavy sigh, leaving him in his boxers, ready to slide into bed with you.

However, as he sat on your bed and his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he noticed that it was stripped bare of any blankets or pillows. He stood straight up, looking around your room until his eyes fell on a deformed structure hidden in the corner.

It was a pillow fort.

It was flimsy, a significant dip in the roof (he could only imagine how much it annoyed you throughout the process of making it) but it kept hold. The wooden chairs on either side were the only support for the fort, heavy books keeping the sheets secure. It was rickety, but a fort nonetheless.

Peter let out a small sigh, a soft smile forming on his lips as he walked up to the structure, trying to find the entrance in the mountain of blankets. Getting on his knees, he crawled through, his hands and legs ending up on either side of your sleeping form.

“Baby?” He whispered, placing his hand on your cheek, “Sweetheart? Love? Babygirl?” He littered your face with kisses, slowly waking you up.

You let out a loud groan, stretching your arms out and almost knocking the flimsy blanket ceiling. Peter raised himself slightly, trying his best to give you enough room to stretch in the small space

“Shit,” you mumbled, making Peter chucked at your sleepy state, “Oh... Hey Petey,”

“Hey, Y/n/n,” Peter mumbled back, letting out a breathy laugh, “Missed you,”

You raised your hand to push the loose curls falling down in front of his face behind his ear, giggling at the fact that it felt right back in his eye. He blew the strand with his mouth, his nose crunching up cutely when it went right back to tickling the side of his face.

“I need to cut it soon,” he said, lowering himself into your body, his head buried in the middle of your chest like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly in place.

“I strongly disagree,” your said, almost offended at his words as your passed your fingers through his soft, pillowy hair, “Cut it and I’m asking Tony for his blasters,”

“Are you sure he’s going to let you borrow it after last time,” Peter looked up at you, his left cheek squished against your shirt, his lips slightly parted.

“Who says I haven’t been practicing?” You smiled, scratching his scalp, enjoying the feeling of his body melting into yours.

“Oh really?” He mumbled, “I’m going to have to see those skills sometime babe,”

“I don’t know Peter...” you dragged, biting your lip and tugged on his hair gently, “I don’t want to steal your thunder,”

“That confident huh?”

“That I could beat you in a fight, one hundred percent,”

Peter shook his head, “I’m sure you can,”

You gasped at his sarcastic tone, “You have no faith in me!”

“I never said that,” he pinched your side, raising back on his arms to hover over you.

You pouted angrily, crossing your arms over your chest, “It was implied,”

“Oh was it now?”

“Yes, yes it was,”

Peter rolled his eyes playfully.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Then I’d tell you to go fuck yourself. I’m incapable of getting hurt and I don’t need your protection,” you replied smugly, sticking your tongue out.

“Is that so?”

You hummed in confirmation.

“Okay then,” he grinned, trailing the pads of his fingers up the side of your waist, “Protect yourself from this then!”

His hands pulled the bottom of your shirt up, revealing your stomach. Without hesitation he attacked the soft skin, wiggling his fingers in the places he knew would make you scream.

“For fucks sake Peter!” your hand shot up to his chest, trying to push him away as the giggles took over your body, your chest bubbling with joy while your breath escaped your lungs.

“Stop! Peter! Oh. My. God. Stop!” you laughed, fists pounding at his hard chest.

“Then tell me, you wont get those blasters Y/n!” he said, a sinister smirk on his face, “I’m not letting you go until you tell me!”

“I-” you heaved, “Peter! I-” you giggled, “Holu fuck!” god damn did your chest begin to hurt, “Okay! Okay! I won’t get them! Now stop!”

His hands suddenly left your body as he leaned back on his calves to admire the mess he made of you. Your chest raised up and down with desperate breaths to calm your rapid beating heat, your face blown out and your eyes closed in a silent thank you. You sighed, letting your stiff limbs fall back into the cushioning with a thud, relaxing fully.

It reminded him of a very different scenario other than the aftermath of an innocent tickle fight.

“You know I was having a great time before you showed up,” you murmured after a while.

“I find that hard to believe,”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really, I’m amazing!”

“You’re a monster.”

“Your monster though,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you paused, opening one eye to look up at him, “You’re still not cutting your hair though,”

“You’re still on this!”

“It was the point of this whole conversation! Of course I’m still on this-”

“Oh, that's it.”

With your one eye still closed, you let out a surprised hum, circling your arms around Peter’s neck, as his lips met onto yours. You sighed into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours while his hands trailed the side of your body once more, lifting your left thigh against his waist. The kiss became hungrier, soon both your tongues became entangled with each other. You didn’t bother to fight for dominance, knowing Peter already took that role when his hand rested on your ass, squeezing tightly at the skin.

“I hate you,” he mumbled, pulling back and pressing his forehead on yours.

“Sure seems like it Petey,” you whispered, voice low and sultry.

With a low growl, he smashed his lips back on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. God you loved getting him riled up, as much as you loved your shy, little nerd, the other side of him you saw in bed turned you on more than you could think of as you slipped into sub space.

But you didn't want to do it in something as unstable as a pillow fort.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered into your mouth, moving to your jaw and down your throat.

“Peter,” You groaned, pushing on his shoulders lightly, “Not here, baby.”

Sucking on your collar bone, Peter mumbled, “Why not?”

“I don’t- fuck,” you gasped as Peter pulled up your shirt and latched his lips onto your nipple, massaging the other with his hand, “I don’t think fucking in an unstable pillow fort is going to be really advisable,”

“Don’t knock it till you try it right?” He snickered, moving his lips to the other nipple.

“Were going to knock the fucking thing down,” you grunted, bitting down on your finger while the other grabbed the sheets underneath you.

“Well it’s either here or your bare mattress,” he whispered, raising his head back up near yours, tugging at the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your panties, “You decide.”

“You ride a tough bargain Peter,” you whispered back, biting your lip at the darkness in his eyes.

He continued down your body, his voice deep with lust, “You know me princess,” he placed a kiss on your stomach, moving down your hips before reaching the side of your thighs, taking them in his hands, “I like when you beg,”

You groaned at his words, throwing your head back as his lips hovered over your clothed core for a split second. But he avoided contact at all costs, focusing on biting and sucking on your thigh, moving between the left and right and getting closer to the place you wanted him the most.

“Peter,” you whined, running your hand through his hair, tugging at his locks once again.

“I thought you heard me earlier princess,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your heat closer to his face, “I want you to beg,”

You groaned, not wanting to give in. But the light kisses to your clit and his hands moving up and down your thighs, you didn’t know how long you could resist before you broke.

“Come on pretty girl,” he bit the inside of your thigh, sucking the skin to form a bruise, “Beg for it, beg for what you want so badly,”

You tucked your head into your shoulder, “Touch me peter,” you mumbled, yelping when he slapped your thigh.

“Louder pretty girl,”

“Oh god, touch me Peter! Touch my pussy, please,” you said audibly, your hands shooting to his hair, desperate for something to hold onto.

Without any further discussion, Peter teared off your underwear and buried his face between your thighs, lapping at the juices that started to escape your lips minutes before and continued flowing onto his tongue. If there was something he loved more than life itself, it was your taste. Nothing could match up to the sweet nectar that your body gave him. He loved giving you pleasure that nobody else could. He glanced up at you, head thrown back, thighs closing in around his face as your hands pushed him deeper into your core.

If there was a heaven, this is what he imagined it would be.

He shook his head, flicking his tongue deeper inside of you before moving up to suck your on your clit gently. One of his arms stayed securely on your waist, keeping you down so you didn’t destroy the structure around you while the other moved closer to your heat. He tested the waters by gliding his warm finger tip over your cunt and slipping it in, paying attention to your body’s reactions, jerking and tensing under him.

“More,” you whimpered, “More, please Peter,”

“What was that baby? Did my needy girl want more than what I’m giving her?” his laugh sent vibrations up your torso, “What did I say?”

“To- to beg,”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Peter, Peter please give me more, I want it faster, harder, anything! Just please!” you cried, jerking your hips off the ground but his strength held you down.

“Good girl,” he smirked, adding another finger while quickening his pace. His mouth stayed working around your sensitive bud, brushing his tongue along it like he was painting a precious artwork.

His fingers however were ferocious, pumping in and out of you at an inhuman rate. Your juices began to soak the sheets beneath you, hips grinding back down like the desperate whore you were, pulling his digits deeper inside you.

“Peter, I’m- i’m gonna cum,” your legs began to shake, your voice rising higher and higher while you orgasm approached, “Please Peter! Can I cum? Can I cum?”

“Go on baby, cum for me, cum in my mouth, cum all over my fingers,” his fingers moved impossibly faster, plunging in and out of your pussy, “Fall apart for me princess.”

You screamed when your high hit, your back arching out of his control. He slowed his movements, sailing you through it, prolonging it for as long as possible. When your body slumped back on the floor, he trailed his lips back up your stomach, staining your skin with your cum. He pushed his lips on yours, moaning as you devoured his mouth, drinking up every last drop.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You ready for more princess?”

All you could muster was a nod, playing it off as exhaustion from your recent high. Even after a years of dating, you were still as closed off and shy from when he met you in bed, holding back your precious voice from him. He tried his best to keep you talking, to tell you that screaming like a banshee was all he ever wanted. But every time you came back from your euphoric state, you were always self conscious of doing something wrong or saying something out of line.

He was determined to make that your biggest confidence using the little things he picked up along the way.

“Come one princess,” he muttered groggily, moving to your neck and kissing your pulse point, nibbling and sucking on the skin, “I’m not going to do anything if you don’t speak up,”

You looked up at him with doe eyes, a completely different person from the one that was bickering with him earlier. One that was willing to do anything and everything he wanted. But he wanted tonight to be about you, he wanted to do what you wanted, to pleasure and worship you the way you deserve.

It was your pillow fort he was about to fuck you in after all.

“I- uh, you could do what you were… you know, going to do?”

“And what was that sweetheart?”

Heat rose to your face, you hid your head in your shoulder in an attempt to avoid saying such vulgar words. Peter only squinted his eyes, the gears in his head turning as he thought of something to get you to speak up.

“Alright then,” he smirked, “Have it your way.”

You watched with curious eyes while he slipped out of boxers, taking his hard cock in his hand and guiding it to your puffy hole. He slowly unsheathed himself inside you, resisting the urge to pull back out and slam right back into you. You were always so tight around him, and your uncontrollable clenching just destroyed him even more.

In one swift motion, he turned the both of you over, careful to keep his chest pressed against yours so you didn’t raise up and mess up the fort.

“There we go,” he sighed, letting you settle comfortably in the new position with your hands pressed against his shoulder and legs on either side of his waist, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Peter I-”

“Ah, ah, ah, my turn to speak now princess,” he cut you off, squeezing your hips when you moved around a bit too much for his liking, “Now, we’re going to work on our communication skills okay? Meaning, everything you’re feeling as I fuck you, I want you to tell me. And by everything, I mean every detail princess,” he lowered his voice, “I want to know how my cock feels inside of you, what goes through your mind while you fuck yourself sensless,” He rutted his hips up, smiling when you fell further against his chest, whimpering into his neck.

“I. Want. To. Hear. Every. Word,” he punctuated each word with the thrust of his hips, “Or else this ends, you got that princess,?”

You instinctively nodded but quickly caught yourself, “Yes Peter,”

“That’s my good little princess,” he took your cheek into his palm, bringing your head and to press his forehead against his, “Ready?”

“Yes Petey,” you nodded, letting out a shaky moan when he started bouncing you up and down his length, meeting you halfway.

“Go on princess,”

“It- it feels good,” you stuttered, closing your eyes to focus on the pleasure and not Peter’s lustful eyes staring back at you, “You’re… you’re really big Peter. Stretching… me out… so, so good,”

“Good girl,” he groaned, quickening his pace with every word, “Keep going.”

“I… I-” you slumped fully against his chest, “I can’t, all i feel is you Petey. I- I can’t think, all I… I could only feel-”

“Then tell me what you feel Y/n, tell me everything.”

“Amazing… so- so full and deep.” your fingers digged into his skin, “Could you go faster? Please Peter, I- I need more,”

“Anything for you princess,” he mumbled, planting his feet on the floor and ramming into you at the same pace he did with his fingers.

“Ah fuck!” you tightened your arms around his neck, “Peter! Oh god Peter! I- I-”

“Are you close princess? Gonna cum on my cock?”

You nodded into his neck, all you could manage was a whimper, “Yes… can- can i?”

“Go ahead princess, cum on my cock… you deserve it,”

You bit down on the skin of his neck, trying to keep your head from throwing itself back. Peter stilled his hips, filling you up with his seed while keeping you close, sighing as shot up into you. You sunk into his body, your breath hot against his skin while you regained your energy, snuggling closer for comfort.

In the silence that followed, Peter couldn't help but chuckle.

“Round two then?”

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“Soo,” Peter whispered softly, crawling back into the sheets and lying besides you, “Why the pillow fort,”

You cuddled closer to his bare chest, letting out a soft breath once your cheek made contact with the warm skin. No matter how cold the air around him got, you could always count on your boyfriend to be your own personal heater.

“Was feelin’ lonely,” you mumbled, letting out a big yawn, “And I got bored,”

Peter chuckled, running his hand down your bare back sending shivers up your spine, “It’s nice, comfortable,”

“Yeah, I did a pretty good job didn’t I?” You smiled, curling your legs around his, “Took me three tries to get it right,”

“Three tries?”

“Well my college dorm doesn't really have much stuff to work with now does it,” you looked up at him with hooded eyes, blinking slowly while jabbing your finger into his left peck drowsily, “Would’ve been easier if my boyfriend came earlier though,”

“I thought you liked that I lasted long-”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” He laughed when you smacked his chest, placing a sweet peck to your forehead as an apology, “And I’m sorry for being late, got caught up with some bad guys and well… you know the drill,”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” You hid your face in his neck, snuggling in closer to his body, “Shouldn’t you be back at the house by now?”

He sighed. Harry had asked him to help out with cleaning up the house for your hopeful arrival in the next couple of days. Him and the rest of the boys planned out the week already, and today’s plan was to fix up the place and set new rules that kept it that way. But seeing you lying besides him, glowing like an angel by his side... words couldn't describe the emotions he felt in that moment. All he knew was that he couldn't wait, he felt like he waited long enough.

That this could be the perfect, special moment he hoped for.

“They could survive without me for one night,” His hand tightened around you, “I- uh, actually came here to ask you about something until we got... well, distracted,” he laughed lightly.

You hummed, acknowledging his statement and urging him to continue.

“I was wondering if you would want to move in with me?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you sat up on your elbow to look at him directly, “You’re saying you want me to- you want us to live together? With everyone?”

You felt Peter clam up under your palm, biting his lip as he avoided your gaze, “I mean, you’ve already met everyone and they all love you, probably way more than me. And I can’t you know, guarantee your safety here not to mention i have to disable all the cameras around the block if i want to swing into your window and, and-” he took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands, “That and I really love you, and I would love to take this step with you, only if you want to,”

You immediately engulfed up into a tight hug, awkwardly fitting yourself in his hold but you could hardly care about your uncomfortable position.

“Of course I would move in with you peter,” you smiled, pulling back to look at him, “Honestly, I’m growing tired of this small place anyways,”

“Good, that’s good,” he bit his lip, trying to suppress the urge to screech at the top of his lungs at the thought of your ever saying yes, “We- we’d sort all of this out in the morning,”

“Of course, of course,” you nudged your nose against his, “In the morning,”

Before he could lean in to kiss you, he heard something fall on the floor with a thud and without warning the sheets above you fell, slapping the both of you in the face.

“Maybe chairs with wheels wasn't the best choice for this,” you giggled, pushing up the sheets from your head.

“You think?” Peter joked along with you, helping to get rid of fabric blocking your eyesight.

He witnessed the blanket being pulled off of you, relieving your glowing skin and bright smile staring back at him. He knew he was taking the right step with you, he knew that you were the one for him because with a simple look or touch you made him a complete mess. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were around his.

And he couldn't be happier.

“To the bed?” he whispered.

“To the bed.” you responded, finally locking your lips on his, sealing in your love in the now fallen pillow fort.

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magicianapprenticelyra · 3 years

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Actor AU: Season 1 [Nadia Satrinava]

Credit for the basis of the AU goes to both @lightvsdark18 and @lynmay-arcana.

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Nadia Satrinava—Behind the Scenes & On Set Happenings/Shenanigans

[Of all the routes, Nadia’s is the one with the decent balance of showing off how all of the Main 6 would interact with one another. What better way to start off the show?]

A lot of nerves ran high when production started. No one knew for sure if this show would work, much less be approved for the proposed six seasons.

[More under the cut!]

In no particular order, here’s how the filming of this season went:

Getting Nadia into her wig and makeup initially took almost an hour, but they got it down to the range of 30-45 minutes.

Her Devil wig, makeup, and prosthetics took a little longer, but considering that that ending is shorter than the Upright, it wasn’t too bad.

Wriggler was part CGI, part mechanized puppet.

The actress herself, and Lyra, were more amused by it initially than terrified, which helped things move along.

Nadia spent several months bonding with the owl that would become the basis for Chandra for the rest of the show’s run.

To get the fantastical coloring right for Chandra and the cheetah from The Red Market, there would be some CGI involved.

Julian got stuck in the wires that hung him upside-down during the Masquerade, so it took a bit in getting him down.

It seems to be a curse throughout the show that Julian gets stuck in rope-like things.

Meme or fanservice? Why not both?

When Asra enters the shop and sees Nadia and MC together, their surprise was genuine.

Asra technically wasn’t scheduled to be on set that day, but in order to have Nadia and Lyra be genuinely surprised he was there, it was done.

The scene in whether or not MC and Nadia were upfront with Portia—or played that mind-game—in order for her to reveal that she did invite Nasmira to the Masquerade was so emotional that there wasn’t a dry eye in the area.

Lyra, Nadia and Portia all hugged it out after the director called cut.

A lot of set-based accidents would happen.

A majority of it would have been Lyra, or fellow cast members, being a bit overzealous in grabbing/holding onto something, only for it to snap under their weight/grip strength.

There were a few times that the lights for the set would blow out, but no one could ever find the root cause.

There are three versions of the scene in whether or not Lucio’s portrait gets burned by MC.

There was the one where Lyra suggested that MC set it on fire on accident rather than purposefully. She didn’t agree with the writers in MC burning it in retaliation to Lucio’s comments toward them.

Never got filmed.

There was the one that MC actually sets the portrait on fire, as seen with the paid scene in-game.

The third and final version released on tv/in the official DVD release is the one where MC leaves it alone, though the other two versions are mentioned/shown under the Bonus Features.

Nadia and Lyra trained together to horseback ride with Muriel’s help and other instructors.

There was an instance where the horse for Lysinger almost stomped on Lyra after bucking her off, but Muriel and Nadia saved her.

He grabbed the reins with other handlers while Nadia swooped in and carried her out of harms away.

The shoot for that day was cut short because Lyra was too rattled.

After that, Lyra stuck with Paloma from then on.

Appleberry was very nice, but Lyra was too big for him to handle.

There are very many pictures/videos both online and in the Bonus Features section showing Lyra just hanging out with Appleberry on and off set.

Nadia didn’t spend much time with the actors representing the rest of the Satrinava family, while in turn they did with each other.

It gave a better feel for how estranged Nadia was from them, but they all remained in relative, consistent contact after the show was over.

When Lyra first did the hand motions in casting ‘magic’, she looked so silly that it sent Nadia into fits of laughter the first few times.

“She was very adorable,” Nadia said during an interview. “How could you not love how she pictures things?”

The scene where Asra kisses Muriel in the ballroom made Lyra squeal just loud/high pitched enough to short out her mic.

No one knows how she managed that/it may have been a mic that was on its last leg anyway.

Some time ago, the actor for Valerius and Nadia once acted opposite to each other in a courtroom drama.

The scene where Valerius breaks his wineglass and cuts his hand open was an accident, but he kept going until he was taken away by the guards.

Once the director called cut, first aid was immediately administered.

Lyra was actually terrified upon seeing the half demon form that Valerius takes on toward the end of the season.

Bonus Features shows that B-cut footage of Lyra booking down the hall after spotting Valerius in the dark room they had him in.

“I felt so bad—she looked so terrified!” Valerius shakes his head in an interview.

After a bit of calming down of course, the shoot continued.

Nadia spent a lot of time with the Courtiers in their full makeup, so she wasn’t fazed by their appearance while Lyra/MC were unsettled by their looks.

Volta and Lyra maintain contact with each other long after the show is over.

Vlastomil gets asked to do his WRIGGLERRRRRR shout at conventions a lot.

Valdemar was an actor that almost did nothing but act in media relating to the horror/thriller genre, so their role as Valdemar was very, very well done.

“I still get nightmares from how they moved.” Lyra would says, shivering. “But! That means they’re doing their job well, so good on them!” [imagine her voice getting squeaky at this point].

Vulgora was a bit of a wildcard cast, but they bounced off of everyone reacting to their loud outbursts.

This led to a lot of people losing their composure because they were so funny, but they got the job done in the end.

A few scenes that hit the cutting room floor are as follows:

Nadia training MC to fence.

[Nadia and MC making a pillow fort together in her room].

The hints of MC’s family still being around in Vesuvia.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this as I had with writing it!

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taetaespeaches · 3 years

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“We’re hiking at 5 am, what’s the problem?”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.7K

a/n: Oh to be Holly and have Jungkook’s entire heart and soul :(( he’s so in love, so is she, and this is just cute and playful Guk/Holly, as per usual. I hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for reading! :))

Huffing, you halted your steps, placing your hands to your hips as Jungkook turned around to look at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Why do you look so pissed?” He questioned knowingly, causing you to groan at him.

“Let’s go on vacation together, you said, it’ll be fun, you said,” you complained, Jungkook giggling as he stared at you fondly.

“Are you not having fun?” He asked, feigning surprise. “We’re hiking at 5 am, what’s the problem?” He continued teasingly.

Rolling your eyes, you looked into the forestry along the pathway, though you couldn’t see much as it was still mostly dark. “Since when are you a morning person anyway?” You criticized lightheartedly. “You know, most people go on vacation to relax, not start a new early morning workout regime.”

“Come on,” he chuckled, “you’re not even carrying anything.”

“I’m carrying myself,” you countered, Jungkook cackling boyishly. “You know working out is not my forte, Jeon,” you joked, the man shaking his head as he smirked.

“I think you’re doing great,” he told you with a soft smile. “But we are trying to get up there before six so if you could-”

“Kook,” you whined, dragging his name out. “Honestly, baby, what the hell are we doing?” You chuckled a bit.

“Dammit, Holly, can you just-” he paused for a moment, your eyes widening in impressed surprise at his slightly frustrated tone. You could tell he was already feeling slightly guilty for losing his patience with you, even if it was only for a split second. “I’m trying to be spontaneous, can you just cooperate for once?” He questioned, staring at you sternly, which was really quite rare. “I promise I will make it worth your while, we just need to make it to the top,” he added, you cocking your head at him with a smirk.

Realizing that he was feeling some pressure in regards to making sure this date worked out the way he had planned, you relented with your questions and complaints, instead choosing to follow him wherever he wanted to lead you.

“Ok, damn, Kookie, chill,” you teased, stepping toward him. “Lead the way,” you nodded down the trail with a giggle, Jungkook letting out a breathy laugh as he shook his head.

“I love you,” he told timidly, waiting for your response before returning to the hike.

Smiling at him, you nodded. “I love you too.” Jungkook let out a breath as he began to turn around to start up the incline once again. “Also, you’re hot when you’re mad.”

“I wasn’t mad,” he protested, you scoffing as you followed him along the path. “You’re just a brat.”

“Says the man who made his girlfriend go hiking at five in the morning while on vacation,” you playfully countered, Jungkook chuckling ahead of you.

“Whatever, you’re gonna regret being so difficult,” he mumbled, you scrunching your eyebrows together curiously, unsure of what he meant by that. Before you could respond, however, he added, “also, I’m always hot.”

Laughing loudly, you slapped the backpack he carried, not close enough to him to hit his arm like you normally would. “Stop,” you whined through your chuckles, dragging the word out. “I can’t walk and laugh this much at the same time,” you whined, Jungkook looking back at you.

“So I’m hot and funny,” he smirked proudly. “Good to know.”

“Shush,” you smiled, Jungkook letting out a short laugh as he turned back around and walked a little faster, you groaning to yourself. “But yes, you are,” you called out to him, smiling at his lack of response, knowing he was wearing a bashful giddy grin.

After at least a half hour more of hiking, Jungkook finally halted, looking around his surroundings. Sliding his backpack off his shoulders slightly, you sighed in relief. “We made it?” You asked, your boyfriend looking at you, his guilty smile beaming at you.

“Ok, that was my bad, I didn’t realize the incline was quite that steep,” he chuckled bashfully. “But yes, we made it.”

You simply laughed, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. Kissing him softly, Jungkook’s arms easily draped around your waist as he graciously responded to the kiss.

“I hope you know you’re the only one I would go on a hike like this for,” you mumbled against his mouth, Jungkook giggling before stealing one more kiss.

“I’m very honored,” he joked, but something about the way he spoke the words expressed a sincerity that made your heart race.

Stepping across the plateau, you turned your attention toward the lookout in which a stunning view of the forest and faraway mountainscapes were visible under the rising golden rays. “Wow,” you awed, appreciating the view for a moment. “This is so pretty,” you nodded to the overlook just as Jungkook appeared behind you. Placing his chin against your shoulder, he peered at your face. “Did you want to get up here in time for the sunrise?” You asked in sudden realization, Jungkook smiling softly with a cute nod.

Pouting at him, your eyes scanned his features, their proximity allowing you to fully appreciate their beauty. “That’s so fucking sweet,” you told him, hoping he felt your gratitude for his spontaneous date plans. “I guess the hike could have been worse,” you teased, Jungkook chuckling as he kissed your cheek.

Turning to face him, you quickly placed a kiss to the tip of his nose, making him crinkle it cutely. “I really do love you,” he told you as he brought his mouth to yours. “So much.”

“Ditto, baby,” you joked, Jungkook laughing as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You can sit over there,” he slightly nodded toward to his left. “You brat,” he added just before leaving one last peck to your lips. Smiling at him, you watched as he pulled away from you and stepped toward the spot he wanted you to sit.

“What did you bring up here anyway?” You asked curiously, watching him as he crouched down next to the backpack and unzipped it.

“Surprises,” he smirked, teasing you with anticipation as you sat down next to him.

Watching him curiously for a moment, you appreciated the way his fringe was hung in his eyes just slightly, the man’s handsome features radiating under the warm glow of the day’s new sun. He was gorgeous as he chewed on the inside of his cheek before swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.

Jungkook looked up at you to catch you staring, you smirking as you quickly set your attention back to the scenic view, though you preferred your previous view of Jungkook. Smiling at your antics, Jungkook shook his head before looking back down at the bag.

“You know I love you, baby,” you assured him, responding properly and sincerely to his earlier confession. “More than life itself.”

Looking up at you to see you turning back to meet his gaze, he smiled appreciatively. Because as his fingers felt over the velvet ring box inside the bag, that assurance of your genuine love for him meant more than you could ever know in that moment.

When you turned back to watch the sun, he quickly slipped the ring box into his pants pocket before lifting out a bottle of wine with two plastic wine glasses from the bag.

“Ta-da!” He cheered, your eyes widening at him as you saw the alcohol.

“Wine at 6 am?” You questioned with a massive smile. “Scandalous.”

“We’re on vacation,” he reminded you with a grin.

Taking for one of the plastic glasses from him, you shrugged. “Points were made,” you smirked, holding the glass out to him, and nodding at it.

“Oh wait, wait, look at this,” he said excitedly before twisting the cap off the bottle with an exaggerated “ahhh”. “Twist off,” he nodded cockily at you. “I came prepared.”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled happily as he began pouring the drink into your glass. “Impressive though,” you added. “Your preparedness is very sexy,” you flirted, watching as your boyfriend’s eyes sparkled as he poured his own glass.

“Is it?” He asked, flickering his gaze toward you in a sultry, attractive kind of way that had your abdomen twisting in excitement, the man staring at you through his fringe. Taking a sip of the wine, you prepared to flirt back, however, you got distracted by the way the sexy intensity in his orbs melted into a fond affection, dripping in tenderness as he took in your features as if it was the first time he’d ever seen you.

Biting your bottom lip, you held back a grin as you cocked your head to the side just slightly. “You’re really amazing, do you know that?” You spoke softly, your tone coated with warmth and so much fucking love.

“I try to be for you,” he whispered back, your lips quirking upward as you gently shook your head.

“I know that, baby, but that’s not what I mean. You just are amazing, all the time. It’s who you are,” you assured him.

Licking his lips, he smiled bashfully. “Thank you,” he appreciated quietly. Setting his glass down, he sat down next to you and unraveled your crossed legs, draping them over his lap. “You know, I’m supposed to be the one making you swoon,” he pointed out, you giggling as you brought your hand to his face, pushing his fringe off his forehead slightly.

“Am I making you swoon right now?” You asked him, brushing your fingers through his strands.

Nodding, he confirmed. “You’re kind of stealing my thunder,” he cutely complained.

“Aw,” you cooed teasingly. “I’m sorry baby, I can’t help it.” The man watched you closely for a moment as you continued to run your fingers through his hair gently. “I love your hair this length, by the way,” you told him with a small smile.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, “stop flattering me,” he complained cutely. Giggling at him, he shook his head, feigning annoyance. “I’ll just have to out-romance you,” he joked, leaning forward and pressing his lips to your cheek. Laughing at the silly comment, you wrapped your arm around the back of his neck.

“You’ve already made me hike a mountain in the early morning just to feed me wine before breakfast,” you raised your glass to him, “and watch this beautiful sunrise together,” you nodded to the lookout. “How could you possible make this any more romantic?” You questioned with a smile.

Jungkook suddenly took the glass from you gently, making you pull your eyebrows together in question. “Hey,” you complained, Jungkook chuckling as he set it on the ground next to his.

“I have something to ask you,” he informed you, your eyebrows raising in response, your expression changing immediately as you studied his features.

“Is everything ok?” You asked nervously, exhaling as he nodded in assurance. You curiously watched him as he dug inside his pocket, but before you could question him further, he pulled out the ring box and looked into your eyes.

Slowly coming to realization of what he was holding and what was happening, your eyes bounced back and forth between his own orbs and the small object in his hands.

“Wait,” you smiled, still wrapping your mind around the current situation. “Really?” You asked stunned, Jungkook smiling at you in amusement. “Wait really?!” You blurted out again. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, this is why we- oh my god, Jeongguk.”

Your boyfriend chuckled fondly as he called out, your name, trying to get your focus.

“You should have told me to shut the fuck up earlier when I was complaining, oh my god,” you squealed, causing Jungkook to laugh further.

“Baby,” he called to you as you directed your eyes on the still unopened box.

“Baby, if that’s not what I think it is then you need to tell me right now because I am making an absolute fool out of myself,” you warned him, Jungkook opening the box in response to confirm that it was indeed an engagement ring.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed out, “shit I’m still talking, do you want me to shut up now?”

“I mean I don’t want you to shut up but like, I do want to propose to you,” he giggled, a shy smile appearing on your face just before you covered your mouth with your hand to show him you were being quiet.

“Proceed,” you mumbled through your palm, Jungkook laughing again at your antics.

“I had a whole speech prepared and now I hardly remember a fucking thing,” he scoffed at himself as he shook his head, you giggling at him, ducking your head to catch his gaze.

“Take all the time you need,” you told him softly with a small nod, your boyfriend, soon to be fiancé, exhaling slowly. As Jungkook prepared to speak, tears gathered in his eyes making butterflies flutter throughout your frame because of course your sweet, loving, sensitive Jungkook would cry when proposing.

“You make me want to be a better man every single day,” he told you, your own eyes becoming misty as you focused on his face intently. “And you inspire me every day, and you fill every day with so much love,” he continued, your heart racing at his words, and the sincerity in which he spoke them. “Life moves so fast sometimes, but you slow it all down and make me feel it,” he confessed, a tear spilling over your lash line, you quickly wiping it away as you and Jungkook both smiled. “I just want you forever and ever,” he told you sincerely as one of his own tears dropped onto his cheek. Before he could wipe it away himself, you reached for his cheek and swiped your thumb over the damp spot.

Leaving your hand to softly hold his face, you both grinned. “Will you marry me?” He asked you, you giggling instantly.

“Of course I will,” you told him, gently soothing your thumb overtop his cheek. Jungkook leaned toward your hand, pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist, letting his lips linger there for a moment. Pulling the ring out of the box, he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled your hand from his face so he could slide the ring onto your finger. As you looked down at the jewelry, Jungkook was staring at you. “It’s beautiful,” you complimented his ring choice. “I love it,” you smiled, looking up to meet his gaze full of relief, and anticipation, and excitement.

You both leaned into a kiss, your hands intertwined, the metal of the ring pressed up against Jungkook’s hands that always carried the weight of the world for you. As you smiled into the kiss, Jungkook did too, both of you losing your composures as you fell into giggles.

“Is this real?” You squealed in excitement, Jungkook dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he yelled out in relief.

“You’re scary to propose to,” he admitted, you scoffing. “No really, that was the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” he looked up at you to see you gawking at him.

“That’s so ridiculous, in what world would I ever turn you down?” You questioned, shaking your head.

Appearing bashful, he sighed. “I wasn’t worried about you turning me down, I just, I wanted it to be perfect.”

Watching him fondly, your heart filled with all that affection you had felt for him for the several years you had known him. That deep consideration for you, the love he made sure you felt daily, the way he always prioritized your wants and needs above everything else were all the reasons why marrying him was the most obvious and easy thing to do.

“It was absolute perfection, Baby,” you assured him truthfully. “I can’t wait to hubby you up,” you told him with an adoring smile, watching as his eyes crinkled in the corners in the cutest way.

Bringing his lips to yours again, you both lost yourselves in each other, the sunrise becoming nothing but a backdrop to the perfect scene you and Jungkook were.

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