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rsmura · 6 months

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silent treatment ୨୧ enhypen

( bookshelf ) genre fluff pairing enha x gn reader word count 1.6k warnings ignoring, reader is petty (?), skinship, swearing in jays, not proofread, pet names

a/n requested

heeseung would honestly be a bit in between pouty and relaxed. he would definitely be wanting your attention as much as possible but he would still know when to give you space if you ever needed it. at the same time, it would all depend on his mood and whether or not he wanted affection or not. "babes can you pass me my shoes? i'm gonna play basketball with heedo and jake. actually you can come as well," he would start off, but after hearing no response he would go, "yn yn yn my baby my sweet little sugerpuff my beautiful sweet pie." he would call you a bunch of endearments to get you to blush or react to it, but after still getting no response, he would tease you A LOT. "babe are you still mad at us for not letting you win? you're not even reacting to my sweet names i gave you. oh my gosh, do you not love me anymore?" he gasps sarcastically as you roll your eyes, "yn i actually swear, this time we'll go easier on you. we didn't even mean to make you lose last time!" eventually you would give in, not wanting to keep heedo and jake waiting. and of course, heeseung kept his promise and let you win.

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jay would be mature and try to solve whatever problem you two had as soon as he could. he accidentally spilled water all over your laptop keyboard as you were writing an essay for school, immediately turning your laptop off and unresponsive. it hadn't been saved in the drafts yet, so you knew all your work would disappear and your time would have been wasted. as you were an impulsive person, the first thing you did was lash out on jay, blaming him for pouring water on your laptop, even coming close to you, and that he had now wasted all your efforts and time. "shit! i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to do that. the cup accidentally slipped out of my hand, i swear." "jay what the fuck?! you literally just sabotaged me, what do you mean accidentally?" he felt so bad to the point he didn't respond to any of his members' texts for a decent week, instead trying to get yours. he would go to your teacher specifically, when he had the time, to ask about the assignment you had had to finish, and try to help you come up with something on his own laptop. "hey babe.. i know you probably don't want to see me but.. i bought you a new laptop, it's waterproof, and i worked a bit on the essay for you if you needed the help." he was literally so sweet you couldn't still be mad at him, so you guys ended up working on the essay together.

jake would be literally the poutiest member he is a human puppy after all . layla came to your house and he hadn't given you a single second of attention - so you did the same thing back. you went to the bedroom, sat against the headboard of the bed, leaning on a pillow and started watching tv, laughing every so often. jake came over as he was curious what was entertaining you, arms wrapping around you, snuggling into your chest and laying on the bed. "what are you watching?" he asked looking up at you, eyes enlarging and sparkling in adoration. thinking you didn't hear him, he asks again "what's so funny? i wanna know too." you didn't reply as you wanted to continue the prank. he then knew he must've done something wrong for you to ignore him so he starts apologising, "babe i don't know what i did but i'm sorry..." he frowns, emphasising on the 'ry'. you continue to ignore jake being stubborn af until jake couldn't help it anymore but starts tickling you knowing it was your weakness. "ynnn don't you dare ignore me, it makes me feel sad.." as he pouts and continues tickling you.

sunghoon would not really mind. not because he doesn't care about you, it's just he has so much confidence that you'll be the one seeking his attention again that he would honestly leave you alone. you wanted to prank him after seeing a tiktok of someone doing the same thing to their boyfriend, where he then got really pouty and sad. you thought sunghoon would do the same thing so you decided to try it as well when he got home. "yn i'm home!" he puts his bags down and opens the bedroom door to find you laying in bed talking on the phone with one of your friends. normally you would've ran up to him the second you heard the keys in the keyhole no matter what, but this time you didn't so sunghoon knew you weren't in the best mood. "baby i'm back. are you okay?" he would walk over to your side, kneeling down to give you a kiss on the forehead. you ignored him and continue talking with your friend, swatting him away like he was some bee, accidentally dropping your phone in the process. he peers down at your phone laying face up, to find that you weren't even calling anyone. "huh so you wanna do it like that? so be it." he smirks and leaves the bedroom, leaving you in a confused state. of course, you ended up being the one begging for his attention, huffing as your prank on him didn't work the way you wanted it to be.

sunoo would get so sassy and dramatic. if you've seen that live of 'sunoo is very cute!', i'm sure you know what i'm talking about. you would get up from bed in the morning, choosing to ignore him after seeing a prank similar. when doing your daily routine, sunoo would wake up hearing the noise, coming up and greeting you. "morning yn!" he then gives you a quick hug, before going off to do his own routine. as you leave the bathroom, sunoo would look up in confusion. "baby where's my morning kiss?" as he closes his eyes, pouting his lips and waiting for it. upon opening his eyes again, he would realise you'd already left the bathroom, instead preparing breakfast for yourself. "ynnn are you in a bad mood? don't ignore me.." receiving only a hum from you, he would pout, crossing his arms, "wow yn. you have the nerve to ignore me huh, don't worry, i'll make sure to do the same thing back." you glance at him from the stove, then look back down at your pancakes. "what yn! you're not even taking notice of my existence! no! i need to call my parents, this is going to be the end of the world!" you would have to calm sunoo down, reassuring him that you ignoring him is NOT the end of the world. "next time you better not ignore me, i felt like i was gonna pass out from neglection!"

jungwon would try to distract himself with other activities. you had recently gotten mad at him for forgetting a date and had been ignoring him for a while now. as you had school and he was an idol, it was hard for him to find the right time to talk to you. he would set alarms at times you wake up, left for school, or got home and sent you texts like 'good morning my love<3', 'have a great day at school i miss you', 'hope school was okay, can't wait to see you again', and you wouldn't reply to any of them. eventually you got a call from heeseung, him telling you about how jungwon hadn't been taking a break from practicing, was always in the practice room, and that he was hoping you could fix it. when you got there, of course jungwon didn't notice you as he was analysing his dance video, but for some reason, he sensed you in the background, immediately running up to you, and hugging you by the waist, indulging in your scent he hadn't smelt in weeks. "yn. i missed you so much. i'm sorry for breaking your promise.." he said as he was on the verge of tears, "jungwon-", "no love, it was my fault for forgetting about the date. can you please forgive me?" you would start coughing, due to him squeezing you so tight, that he immediately lets go, muttering a bunch more apologies. he definitely takes you on more dates that you can't resist after seeing how sad and pouty he became when you ignored him.

riki would become this whiny little child, annoying you every way possible to get your attention back. "loveee, look at me!" he would scream, clearly frustrated. you were playing mario kart, originally with riki, until he got mad at you for 'cheating' and beating him. you knew he was only joking but you felt as if you were being accused of something you clearly didn't do. "babe babe babe babe babe," riki says repeatedly, "babe pay attention to me! why aren't you answering..." you were annoyed, hearing riki in the background as you tried to beat mario for first place, which you ended up doing so after the 4 rounds. "yn my precious baby. stop cheating, your stats are becoming so much better than mine." you stifle a laugh and end up snorting. "oh my god! yn! you finally reacted to me! babe babe please look at me." once hearing your composed answer, he pouts once again, seeing as you have stopped reacting to him. "ynnn.. can you just stop going against mario and go against me instead?" he whines, poking and making a dimple on your cheek constantly. you couldn't resist anymore so you look at him and laugh, throwing him the other controller to play while shaking your head.

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averagesadperson · 11 months

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hi! could i request a fluffy Lloyd garmadon x reader scenario where they’re waking up together? (established relationship) im just a sap for lazy morning kisses and snuggles 😭

anyways love ur writing!! 💗💗

Early Mornings

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

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oh my gosh, thank you!! so sorry this took so long, I'm trying to get to answering my asks rn since I have a bit of a break from work. This was so cute, thank you for this ask! <3

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The gentle rocking of The Bounty roused you awake, much as it had soothed you to sleep the night before. Sunlight streamed in from the open window, silk curtains swaying gently in the breeze. It was nice, serene, calm. There weren't many mornings where you were able to wake up like this, being a part of the ninja team required sacrifices; like the sacrifice of a quiet morning.

You shifted under the covers, reaching a hand up to rub the sleep out our eyes. You pulled your other hand out from under the pillow, shaking the pins and needles away as you reached down to the covers; they had been pushed down around your waist during your sleep. Warmth enveloped you once again.

A yawn forced its way from your throat as you flipped over to face the man next to you. Lloyd looked beautiful in the morning light; you were glad he had time to relax like this, even if the opportunities were sparse. He was laying on his side and you took that as a silent invitation. You scooted closer, snuggling into his chest, hoping for just a few more minutes before you had to get up and start your, no doubt, exhausting day to come.

Lloyd groaned when you wrapped your arms around his slim waist, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You imagined his lashes fluttering as his eyes opened, adjusting to the gentle light, licking his dry lips, and ruffling his bed head with steady hands.

You felt his breathing change, slightly faster and more aware. His arms circled your pajama clad body, one hand settling on your hip, the other trailing upwards to trace shapes into your exposed shoulder.

“G’morning, sweets….” He mumbled into your hair. You smiled into his neck and tightened the hug briefly as your own greeting. “How long have you,” he paused to yawn, “been up?”

“Not long.”

“Hm,” Lloyd brought a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and tilting it to face him. Your neck craned painfully, but you didn't complain when he pressed his lips to yours; you could feel him smile into the kiss. It only lasted a few moments, but that didn't make it any less wonderful. He pulled away, hand still resting against your cheek, thumb rubbing underneath your eye. “You look really pretty right now.” He kissed your forehead before you both laid back down into your previous positions.

“Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you asked, playing with the ends of his hair between your fingers. You felt a laugh rumble deep within his chest.

“You read my mind.” You smiled softly, and pressed your ear to his chest. His heart beat thrummed loudly, steady, there. You loved your day to day, you were so proud of Lloyd and all he’s accomplished, and you wouldn't have anything any other way. But, you couldn't help but wish for more moments like this as you began to slip into sleep once again.

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dimepdf · 1 year

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TAIYO MY LOVE I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED ERROR 143 TOO😭 PLS IM ON MY KNEES FOR SOME MICAH CONTENT FROM YOU (if you dont write for him just ignore this)

★ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.

─── ☆ notes. i'm always willing to help a fandom in need,, also just finished the game like yesterday and the way i instantly logged in a scrolled for fanfic i need to be TAMED .

─── ☆ length. 2.2k words (22 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, idiots in love, takes place after good ending, praise kink, Exhibitionism, handjob, oral sex(male receiving), height difference, size kink, cheesy fluff, movie date, consent is sexy, Micah’s is a head pusher, comment if i miss something | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Perhaps it was strange to let the man you had just met online persuade you to go on a movie date with him.

A swarm of not only butterflies but possibilities clouding your thoughts—mostly concerns given the fact that this all could be a trap to lure you away from your home just to kidnap you, or worse, maybe he was just a massive fuckboy toying with your emotions all this time.

However, there you were, nervously shifting your weight as you waited for Micah to arrive as you stood close to the entrance.

It had been a while since you had experienced such anxiety, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at just the mere thought of some boy like you were back in middle school.

Maybe the reason you had felt like this was that Micah had put you under some strange spell, and you wanted to curse him and his stupid golden eyes, and his stupid lips, and his stupid face.

Oh brother, you had it bad.

He wasn't hard to miss due to his tall, goofy build, which gave the impression that he was some sort of model strutting down the runway. Once he caught your attention, how dare he look so good a shiver ran down your spine making you straighten up once his sight was on you.

“Well don’t you look beautiful Angel,” his screen lit bright catching sight of his lock screen.

You had caught just a glimpse of it the day he had first visited you: a very adorable picture of Skrunkly all dressed up in a dinosaur onesie. Just as you caught a glimpse before it had been tucked away in his jean pocket.

“I should be telling you that.” His attire was usual, nothing out of the ordinary from what you had seen him in the comfort of his own home.

Ripped jeans and a neon sweatshirt that was pulled just above the bend of his elbow gripping the muscle against his golden brown forearm, you had to stop yourself from drooling over him let alone reaching out to touch him like a kid in a candy store.

Though Micah on the other hand could read your mind, as much as that would have been really cool.

Instead despite your efforts of self-control he is the first to wrap his arms around your torso lifting you just to the tips of your toes against his hard chest into a bear hug enticing you with a laugh to break the tension.

“Oh my gosh hi,” you giggle with your cheek pressed against his shirt, “did you miss me or something?” Micah lets out a shy noise, something close enough to a whimper to have you figuratively clutching your pearls.

Nothing could ever brace you for hearing all the little noises Micah would make in real life. “Hm maybe?” he drags out, the hum of his voice comforting you as he lets you go.

You make the mistake of glancing up at him, the eye contact makes you both melt as his smile curls into a bashful expression, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

You weren't naive nor blind you saw that Micah had practically towered over you but there was just something about seeing his slender fingers completely engulf yours that made your nerves tingle from the contact.

You also saw Micah would stare at you as if you were the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on like you were the most beautiful good in the world to him.

Which was ironic, given that you also thought the same about him as well. “Do you wanna go in now?” you manage out, still standing in his touch despite offering neither of you moves, both almost afraid to pull away first.

“That sounds like a good idea,” he says almost breathlessly.

Being the first to pull away you offer him a small smile, your fingers still laced together as you step away the small squeeze of his hands in yours giving comfort as he follows behind you almost like a lost puppy.

Even despite his large build and tall height, Micah was really just an anxious nerd who liked to cover up his anxiety with bold confidence and sarcasm.

Micah finds ease in watching you guide him through the theater taking lead as if he hadn't looked like some scary guard dog lingering behind you.

The movie you chose was something based on your favorite novel, a romance no-brainer months ago.

When you had first seen the trailer, you never would have thought you’d be seeing it while having the same shy relationship as the main characters instead of torrenting off of some rip-off movie site with a hentai ad in the corner.

Micah, being the gentleman, was offered to buy snacks, convincing you that since you were the one to buy the tickets it would only be fair for you to let him spoil you with snacks.

You were weary of it even with the knowledge of him having a hefty amount of money tucked away in his many accounts.

It only took him a flash of that adorable toothy smile to have you pipe down and walk to the cinema room with his arms occupied with the list of snacks that he had convinced you to try.

The theater seats were mostly empty with only a handful of people occupying the seats making it possible for you and Micah to slip to the back right before the lights could dim.

Exciting not just from the movie but sitting so close to Micah as the screen flits to life makes it hard for you to settle comfortably in your seat practically trembling as you sucked down your blue slushie.

And as the movie continues, you realize why there weren't many people occupying the seats.

You wanted to give it a chance, hoping that maybe the Hollywood famous actors would be able to save the rest of the film as it continues.

But you're still bored. Not even the pile of snacks could help you from your mood souring as from the time you had turned your head Micah had managed to completely inhale almost everything within your taste.

The man doesn't at all seem too fazed by the horrible hating let alone the choppy plot in fact he just looked happy to be there.

His big glistening eyes and fisting a handful of popcorn in his mouth yet he had still managed to look so perfect under the movie's light.

You had felt so embarrassed finding his dazed and confused look so attractive he was practically good enough to eat.

So you do the closest thing to that, shoulder bumping into him as you lean over the armrest and place a peck just against his cheek.

The gesture catches him severely off guard flinching at the feeling of your lips against his skin.

Before he could open his mouth and protest you lean in for another, this time with him facing you so your lips could meet, and the first thing you notice was how he tasted like chocolate and the flavor from your slushie that you shared.

You wanted to taste more, pressing your tongue into his mouth a small sigh of contentment rolling from his throat as he parts his lips for his tongue to meet yours.

It feels different not from his split tongue but his piercing ball that was cold from the ice from your drink.

When pulling away the first thing you see is Micah's frowned expression almost as if he were in concern about why you had just decided to suddenly pounce on him. “Uh, thank you?” The cute reaction keeps you from leaning in again, having to cover your mouth from laughing out loud.

“Oh shut the hell up.'' He doesn't bother retaliating instead taking the lead with the palm of his head reaching to rest gently around your throat, the pressure of his palm not enough to choke you but instead better to angle you just right for his kiss.

You're convinced that he could hear your heart thumping against your chest, wanting to break from your rib cage just to present itself to him.

The thumping only gets louder as his fingers hover lower towards your thighs, and the kiss only gets more intense feeling your other heartbeat as Micah’s hand grasps at the flesh as if he needed to hold onto something so tightly to keep himself from bursting at the seams.

“I kinda wanna leave,” you whisper into his ear after breaking away again, Micah makes a small noise of the struggle.

His head ducked away from your voice as a reaction to the sexual implication of your offer.

You had practically seen the man's tits and yet here he was squirming in his seat not being able to look you in the eyes. “Don't you wanna finish the movie first?” His tone is whiny, dragging at the question in a way that hinted that he too felt the alluring feeling boiling in his chest and that only added more fuel to the flame inside of you.

“I kinda wanna suck your dick though,” you say bluntly, almost panting at the way Micah’s eyes widened.

His canines poked from his mouth as he bit back his lip even in the dim light had you seen the way his cheeks turned a dark shade of purple. “Unless you want me to do it here?”

Micah hesitates, his lips parting to answer but closing the moment his eyes flickering to yours just to look back at the screen.

Instead of nodding his head, spreading his legs apart even with his eyes glued to the screen.

You waited to watch him for another sign of confirmation, your hopes being answered as his hand engulfs your wrist. The feeling of his fingers trembling against your skin as he places his hand on top of his erection.

There was just something about him being so excited. So needy for you that he had managed to be so hot and bothered as you felt up the outline of him.

Squeezing and groping at the hilt of his dick watching the way Micah twitched and fidgeted under your hand.

The hitch of his breath as you unzip his jeans and finally break through his layer of clothing. “It's big,” you muttered dumbly as his length twitched against your grasp.

“Oh my fucking god.” Micah leans his head back against the headrest, covering his face with his hands as his body reacts out of his control.

Fully had you pulled his dick out exposed, you're a bit nervous only allowing your hand to do what you assumed was natural when in reality all you really wanted to do was yank down your pants and take him until he was buried inside of you nice and snug. “Can I put my mouth on it?”

You swear that you had just witnessed Micah physically reboot, his hands pulled back just enough to peek over at your eyes glancing over with that same nervous look. “Please.” he whimpers, promptly turning his head away once more.

And who were you to ever reject his pleas, having to angle yourself over the armrest just to hunch over his lap Micah readjusts himself for you to have better access to your mouth.

Your tongue glides against his tip tasting not exactly what you had expected cum would taste, feeling his hips jolt a bit as your mouth wraps around him.

It takes Micah everything he has to not outright groan from how good your mouth had felt around his dick, the feeling of getting a blowjob with a bunch of strangers in the room only adding to the feeling as he squeezed his eyes closed.

His hips stutter with every tug and pull of your hand, working at the base of his dick the length that you couldn't get to with your mouth.

Your head bobbed up and down working for his orgasm: the small noises he couldn't help to hold back only being covered by the volume of the movie speakers loud enough to be a whisper were his small moans.

The feeling is just so unbearable, his hands wandering to the back of your head only with the intention of holding back your hair to get a clear view.

But the moment that his fingers wrap around he couldn’t help but press down just a smidge and the noise that you make around his dick makes him want to cum down your throat right then and there.

His senses come too as you pinch his thigh instead of glaring at him even as you crawl to the floor in between his thighs the new look of determination written all over your face.

A whole new angle just perfect enough to fully deepthroat him, Micah swearing under his breath as your mouth coaxes an orgasm from him.

It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, kneeling in the aisle licking your lips, and meeting his gaze.

Giving him a small smile, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, the brush of his thumb against your bottom lip making you open your mouth with frowned brows watching as the male processes that you had swallowed all of him.

The way his dazed expression crumbles to something else, your eye catching the attention of something else. “Oh, you’re hard again.”

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avocado-writing · 7 months

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don’t have to write anything if you don’t want, but i think aziraphale is the absolute king of reassuring you your body is beautiful no matter what size you are. he finds the human shape so fascinating and wonderful he simply can’t imagine it that you don’t think so, as well. feeling self conscious? skipping on your favorite dessert? he knows just what to say to make you feel better. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

notes: what a sweet prompt! this is 100% true as well

pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: M

cw: negative self image, discussion of weight

The two of you are having lunch, which is one of your favourite things to do. To be honest anything with Aziraphale is your favourite thing to do. Just being with him makes things better. The two of you polish off your plates at the same time, and he delicately wipes his mouth with the edge of a serviette, acting as if he hasn’t just wolfed down enough ravioli to feed a small family.

“Gosh, that was delicious,” he says, grinning. You can’t help but agree.

“You do have the best knack for picking out places to eat, Aziraphale.”

“One of my hidden talents,” he says with a wink. It makes you feel a bit warm and flustered, and you’re thankful when the waiter comes over to clear the table.

“Would you like to see the dessert menu?” he asks.

“Ooh, yes,” Aziraphale says, at the same time you reply “not today thank you.”

Aziraphale looks surprised, before turning to the waiter.

“Sorry my dear chap, can you give us a moment please?”

The waiter nods and heads off. Aziraphale fixes you with a look that makes you feel scrutinised. You squirm inwardly in your chair.

“You always get dessert,” he says, confused. You shrug.

“I don’t fancy one today.”

He narrows his eyes.

“You say it’s your favourite part of the meal.”

“Yes, well, I can change my mind!”

“Something’s wrong,” he states, and he’s right. “Tell me what, my dear.”

“I just… feel like I don’t need it.”

“Don’t need it?”

“I just think I’m a bit fat.”

Aziraphale looks at you like you’ve just kicked a puppy.

“What?”

“Don’t make me say it again,” you beg. Your angel furrows his brow, utterly bemused.

“I don’t understand, love. Why would that be a problem?”

You flail for an answer, but end with a shrug.

“Do you mind the weight you are?” he asks gently.

“I don’t know. Not really, I suppose.”

“So why try to change it?” He looks absolutely horrified for a moment. “Is it because you think I care?”

“No! I know you don’t mind about silly things like that.”

“Then why?”

You shrug.

“I feel like I ought to be thinner, is all. I don’t know. I just… do.”

Aziraphale looks around furtively before scooting in closer. His hand sits on your knee, comforting, but something else too. Something a little more raw.

“Do you think your weight has any impact on your worth, my darling? On your soul?”

“Well—”

“Do you?”

“No,” you admit at length.

“And does it not make you feel good to eat? Do you think that your body doesn’t deserve nourishment, that you should starve yourself?”

“… I suppose I shouldn’t do that.”

“And,” Aziraphale adds, voice low, closing the gap between you even further, “do you not think I’d worship you no matter what size you were? Do you not think that I enjoy sinking my hands into you, leaving marks, feeling your thighs wrap tightly around me when I make love to you? Do you not think I see every roll as a piece of art, every stretch as a mosaic? You’re the finest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Aziraphale!” you giggle, swiping at him with a napkin. He catches your hand and kisses it.

“I’d have you here on the table if I could. Show everyone just how much I love your body. Love you. But management might have something to say.”

You laugh and accept the kiss he offers you, just shy of indecent.

“Have dessert with me. Damn what they think.”

And so you do.

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Hello there! I saw your requests open and hurried over as soon as possible to request. Here it is:

How would the Dorm leaders (separately) act when their female s/o, who was asked out by an RSA student, grumpily says "Why do I need a prince? I already have you." to the boys.

Hi, thank you for the request! I love this idea haha, it was really fun to write!

Dorm leaders react to fem!s/o rejecting an RSA student

Riddle

He doesn't mind, probably has a little smile on his face but that's it

Riddle was there when the RSA student approached you. It was right after an equestrian event and Riddle was briefing it with you on what you two wanted to do now that the competition was over.

That was when the RSA student (you had complained to Riddle some guy was following you around) asked you out with the most smug look on his face. Gosh if you could slap the rich off of him that would be nice

"Sorry, I don't need a prince, I have one already," and with that you leave linking arms with Riddle and planting a kiss on his face. Dang, Riddle felt like he was burning up because of this

You think Riddle's going to scold you for pda but he looks over at the student and tells him "It's rude to ask a lady with that attitude, to believe you had the audacity is baffling." Cater caught the whole thing on his phone and now all of Heartslabyul is talking about it lol

Leona

You just boosted his already boosted ego how is that possible :/

Either way, Leona did notice there was a guy that had no problem butting in between the two of you almost all the time. Leona wanted to rip his head off but kept his calm mainly because he didn't have the energy to. But that was until the spelldrive competition ended

You were waiting for Leona with a water bottle in hand for him when the RSA student showed up and tried to woo you with his...sports car. Yes. Amazing 🙄

You rolled your eyes and told him "I don't need a prince, let alone an arrogant little brat. I have one already, much more charming than you." Leona happened to hear the whole thing because he was just approaching you at that moment. Damn he felt like he was the luckiest guy alive

With a bit of a laugh, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. You squeaked because you hadn't realized he was there but then he gave the RSA student a glare and the guy ran off. "Hmph, coward, won't even try to fight," Leona mumbled. "Oh? Were you worried or jealous?" you asked. Leona tsked, "Why would I when I know all you need is me."

Azul

You just made his day, no, his whole career so much happier by just saying those words and existing!

He was worried that a RSA student was getting too close to you every time you two went out downtown and he was there. He had prettier hair, beautiful skin, and he was hella rich. Azul, with his insecurities was trembling at the idea of you leaving him for not just any student, but specifically a RSA guy!

You on the other hand, wanted to wring the RSA student to death for being a misogynistic little brat. He would tell you how you needed a man in your life and all that other shit. He then had the audacity to ask you out. In front of everyone at Mostro Lounge when he was visiting.

You just took your drink in your hand and decided yeah you had enough. Throwing the drink on the RSA student and staining his white uniform in blue, you stood up and told him "A prince? You? Give me a break, I already have one and don't even dare show your face here again."

Azul, who saw this all from a corner of the lounge, felt his heart racing. If he could just yell out in joy he would. Instead, he smoothly walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Is something the matter, my love?" WIth that, the RSA student just tsked and left while Azul gave him a threatening smile. The entire lounge burst out into clapping which embarrassed you guys but you know what, it was worth it

Kalim

He didn't know someone was flirting with you until you mentioned a guy following you around and asking for your hand in marriage

He's shocked. Why would anyone ask you out when he was already making it clear that you were with him! Unless...he wasn't clear enough? Before Kalim decides to throw a whole parade to show off you two being together, Jamil says that you should just tell the RSA student to stop.

You end up doing just that. You see him at a cafe that you're visiting and he approaches you to ask for your hand once again. This time, sighing, you tell him no. But he starts to throw insults at you, and with that you decide to insult him back.

"I don't need a 'prince' when I already have a legit one. You need to grow up and stop sucking your silver spoon," you turned around and immediately bumped into Kalim. Kalim, who was also visiting without knowing you would be there, just said a happy hello and asked who you were talking to.

The other RSA student, knowing how powerful the Al Asim family is, didn't say anything and quickly left. "Hm? Is that the guy harassing you?" Kalim asked, and you nodded. He then ran after him and shouted "Stop harassing my girlfriend, you creep!" Honestly it's a bit adorable with how pure he's trying to protect you haha

Vil

Dang not you boosting his sky-high ego more than you should be haha. But seriously Vil was so happy to hear you say that

You were a rising actress and Vil was your idol. But to Vil, you were his idol because of your kindness. You never treated him like a villain and the two of you were close because of similar interests. Not only that, but you were also witty and brave.

You two were ready to shoot some model photos for a fashion brand when an RSA student that was interested in you saw you guys. He knew you from a while ago and while you told him multiple times you weren't interested, he wasn't buying it. Finally, he asked you when you and Vil were on break from the photos

He started off about how you needed someone real, not fake like Vil who was standing right next to you. He didn't know you guys were dating, but still he really shouldn't say that 💀. You sighed, then took Vil's hand in yours before saying "Yeah, I do need a real prince. The one standing next to me actually, so yes I'm already taken good luck finding someone that will even want to look at you."

Vil didn't know you could be so venomous with your words but wow you just said all of that in the most deadpanned face. The RSA student looked at Vil and Vil gave him a prideful smirk. Vil didn't say anything but did tell you "We need to go, the director wants us. We shouldn't be wasting our time with this rotten potato."

Idia

Dang, how he heard all of this on a chat is amazing. He just couldn't stop burying his face in the pillow after this happened.

You were a famous streamer. He loved you so much and you happened to attend NRC with him. Somehow you asked him out and Idia couldn't believe it he almost fainted haha. But nonetheless, you guys were the best together, honestly Ortho thought you guys should get married already 😂

But then some creeps on the internet had to be horrible about everything. This RSA student that was also a popular streamer asked you to do a collaboration with him, and you did. While this was happening he was hyped by his fans to ask you out, saying you needed a real prince.

You had enough. You sighed, putting down your controller (that Idia made for you) and looked dead into the camera. "I don't need a prince, I already have one. Much better at this game too by the way." With that, the chat blew up, people asking who you were dating, and Idia was just staring at his screen.

No way, no way you just announced publicly you were dating. You didn't drop any hints about who it was and just continued the game but Idia just buried his face into the pillow he had on his lap, too embarrassed but happy to see how confident and just badass you were both in the game and in real life.

Malleus

First of all, who has the balls do go against Malleus? You know, the Malleus Draconia?! Well some idiot RSA student did and it didn't turn out well

You were a regular student at NRC who interested Malleus. You two then started dating when he asked you out. You two really got close and you even got to meet his grandmother! However, you never told him about the RSA boy who tried to ask you out multiple times.

Now, he was on NRC grounds for the VDC event that was taking place. He had no problem just approaching you and saying that you needed a real prince to date. "Who's even this M guy you mention? Is he a wimp because I sure don't see him around," he smugly said. Oh how wrong he was.

"Stop, you see, I have a real prince? And he's right behind you," you point and the student turns around. Face to face with Malleus himself. At first the student tries to mock him for his strange horns but that's when it clicks. "...Y/n you're dating Malleus?!"

"Hm? Yes, y/n and I are dating, were you looking for us?" Malleus asked, clueless of what had happened. He only heard you talking about a real prince but that was it. Before he could ask, the RSA student ran away. "Don't worry about it," you tell him, patting Malleus on the shoulder. "Here, the tickets! Let's go find our seats now," you say and take his hand.

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sweetheartsaku · 8 months

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—kang taehyun ; heart like a highway

a/n : [fem!reader] whoever said tae should get red hair needs their ass ate ASAP❗️❗️childhood best friend tae! un-established relationship! [may or may not be established at end smirk]

roses !

heart like a highway.

thats what he said. those five words echoed in your brain, and stuck themselves there. his rich, soothing, tender voice; sweet and smooth like honey.

you remember his plush, rosy lips create magical, ethereal melodies and every time he sung or even hummed, you swore you have goosebumps every time and is always yearning for more. a tune un-replaceable and bewitching.

he was like an artist sitting at your brain as a canvas. delicate strokes glide across the page. it feels like he always paints a beautiful, enticing masterpiece onto it when he sang.

let alone when he spoke.

he speaks with wisdom, compassion and grace.

you were on another rant about how your life was jam packed, and you really needed to just let it melt out. and taehyun being your reserved, childhood best friend and favourite listener, was there to listen to every detail and not get lost but instead took every word you said into deep thought.

"heart like a highway."

situated at your desk, staring into the slightly pixelated screen of taehyun's ceiling and his black hair slightly seeping into the screen.

eyes wide, lips ajar, trying to comprehend what he said.

"y/n?"

"hm?" snapping back into reality.

he chuckles.

"well, when your heart and mind is full, its like traffic. n' if you don't clear the traffic, your heart, or, "the highway" is just too full. and thats not good. its not really healthy. it interferes with a lot of other things that happen on the other side of the highway. y'know? sometimes you need a clean slate, and i know in your head your saying: "well how the heck do i do that.." well, i'm here. i'm here. to listen. "

he smiles, a lower angle of his face now more visible.

you were starstruck. oh, this man's way with his words. the way every word rolled of his tongue.

you could hear his black jacket shuffles around in the audio. then the door open. and the lock click.

"t- taehyun.. i-"

"its okay. don't worry about it."

"-thank you."

"i hope i can be the same for you. you know that, right?"

"of course."

silence.

"thank you so much, again."

"of course y/n, its fine. its what we do. were best friends. since birth. were the '4lifers', no?" he referenced to what you always called him.

"your apartment hallway isn't too warm, is it." he says, over call.

you smile as you rush to the door.

"yeah, i think my hug would be better."

a warm, shared embrace exchanges.

you felt a cold, plastic-y material ruffle behind you, and look back to see him hold out a bouquet of gorgeous, scarlet red roses. just for you.

"tae oh my gosh.. whats this for? i- i mean- first of all, these are absolutely stunning.. but- why?" he gently places the bouquet into your arms and holds out the small card attached to the core of the bouquet wrapping. it read;

"dear y/n. i would be more than happy to be that construction worker who gets rid of every dent and crack in that highway of yours, and clear up every inch of traffic till every car disappears.

in other words, i love you. will you be mine?"

tears brimming, you manage to wrap your arms around him and whisper under your breath-

"yes."

.. "yes, taehyun. of course. i love you too. i love you so, so so much."

he smiles.

#tomorrow x together #txt #txt drabbles #txt fluff #txt oneshots #txt scenarios #kang taehyun #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun x y/n #taehyun oneshots #taehyun drabble #taehyun fanfic #taehyun fluff

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mrs-steve-harrington · 2 months

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Throwing some fic recs into the mix since I keep seeing the posts from others and wanting to join in. Below, you'll find 10 fics that I'm excited to recommend, in no particular order!

get a clue! by @monsterhunting [Stranger Things, Stoncy]

This is a delightful Valentine's Day fic featuring oblivious Steve, which is one of my favorite kinds of Steve! The pining is real, but the fic is lighthearted, not lingering on the angst of it all, but rather focusing on the positives. Steve's friendship and back and forth with Robin is great, but his interactions with Nancy and Jonathan are even better. It's a great time!

Don't Make Me by @idridian [Halloween Ends, Corey/Allyson/Michael]

You do not understand how badly I needed a fic like this after finally seeing Halloween Ends for the first time. That movie took over my whole brain for a hot minute and I was worried there would be nothing out there to sink my teeth into afterwards. But this fic. This fic was there to give me everything that I needed after the movie. "Allyson Corruption Arc" might be my favorite tag ever. It goes without saying, but there's a darkness to this fic that wraps around you while reading it. The relationship with Allyson and Corey is EVERYTHING! I just. This fic is beautiful and I love it!

To Run The Dog by @pterawaters [Stranger Things, Stoncy]

I love me some fic where Stancy crush hard on Jonathan and want to date him together. This is a really lovely AU where Steve and Nancy are married and keep seeing Jonathan running by their house with his dog. The way they want so badly to interact with him, and the friendship that ends up developing once they get the chance, is wonderful. The characters still feel like themselves despite not having gone through the same things as they do in the show, and it's just. Really enjoyable to read!

my body's aching and my time is at hand by whateverislovely [Criminal Minds, Reid-centric]

Gosh, this fic hits me right in the feels. There's something about sitting with a character who is feeling so low and feels like they can't talk to anyone (even though they know deep down that they could but it FEELS like they can't). Spencer desperately needs someone to see that he's struggling, but it's hard when there's so much going on at the same time. I don't even know what all to say, this fic just really gave me the angst and hurt/comfort (emotional and physical) that I revel in.

The Babysitter by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stancy, Dusteve, uhh... more]

A fic inspired by my favorite horror comedy movie ever? With Steve as the titular babysitter? But not evil? AND it's A/B/O?? Yeah there are many, many reasons I love this fic. The descriptions of Steve feel like they came right out of the movie in a way that made them so easy to see in my head. But it changes enough about the story that it doesn't feel at all like a straight up rehash of what you've already seen. AND it combines some of my favorite ships, with a Steve who is just the best ever. I freaking LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!!

close my fist around something delicate by inlovewithnight [Ted Lasso, Keeley/Roy/Jamie]

All that I wanted for these three was for them to realize that they have feelings for each other. That they can make a relationship work, if they just try. And dammit, this fic delivers! While also adding in some great angst and hurt/comfort (physical and emotional). I didn't realize quite how much I wanted to see Jamie hurting and being stood up for/protected by the people who care about him, but boy did I! This fic is really lovely, it sucked me in and didn't let me go until I finished reading.

Both Hands Holding on to the Wire by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stobin]

This was one hell of a gift to get in a smut exchange, holy moly! It focuses really well on Robin's confusion over the thoughts she starts having about Steve after accidentally walking in on him changing. The whole concept is handled respectfully, taking the weight of it all very seriously. Robin and Steve's friendship is so good, the way they can just BE with each other. It's got the angst I adore, a Steve who is an absolute sweetheart, and a Robin who is so much more like her season 4 self than season 3 (which is a huge plus for me personally).

The Hourglass by @pterawaters [Fargo s5, Dot & Gator, Dot/Wayne/Gator]

A shorter fic here, but no less wonderful! It's exactly what I needed after finishing the latest season of Fargo. Getting to see where their lives might have gone, if Dot had been able to take Gator with her when she ran away. If he had wanted to go. It gets me emotional every time I think about it. I love love love this fic!

Wednesday by @stevethehousewife [Stranger Things, Stoncy]

I will recommend this fic forever and for always. It has everything: hurt Steve! Time loops! Season 3 Steve being thrown back to the worst day of his life and forced to relive it over and over until he gets it right (hint, it's the Halloween party in s2). I fucking love this fic! I've lost count of how many times I've reread it, but it might rival the number of time loops Steve lives through (okay maybe not quite that many, but you get my point). It shows Steve a side of Jonathan he didn't get to see the first time around. It gives him the closure he probably didn't realize he needed. I just. Adore this story!!

An Oath Broken, An Oath Kept by @urisarang [Love Between Fairy and Devil, Chang Heng/Dongfang Qingcang]

This fic is so mean in the best way! Both of them are so hurt, physically and emotionally. And then Chang Heng is forced to hurt DFQC even more, which only makes it that much BETTER. It was the perfect gift to receive for the Flash Made Them Do It exchange. I laugh every time I see the a/n (the word count minimum was 300 words. The word count on this fic is... a lot more than that). And it's just as fun to reread now as it was to read it the first time around. I want to draw hearts around it!

#IFD2024 #fic rec list #stranger things #halloween ends #criminal minds #fargo #love between fairy and devil #fanfiction #feedback fest #feedback fest 2024 #i maybe spent a long time on the gif banner #pretty proud of it #made it myself ;-;#but spent way more time deciding on which fics to rec #and what to say about them

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euphoricdreamsidreamabout · 1 year

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In the dark

Warnings:Fluff,curse words, mentions of death(very small)

Pairings: Peter Parker X fem!reader

Summary: You just wanted a sandwich, but the night took a complete turn and you ended up being stuck in the dark with a certain stranger.

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Peter heard the thump followed by him throwing his bag on the concrete floor. He got out of his suit and wore the change of clothes he had in the bag. Pulling down his hoodie he felt his stomach grumble. Gosh he was hungry.

He walked through the streets of the city. The moon shined over the buildings. He could hear the distant city life buzzing, away from this part of Queens.

Peter was always fond of quiet walks but sometimes he dreamt of having these walks with another person. Though those wouldn't be quiet since he'll obviously bore them with his random facts but he didn't care.

He reached one of his favourite places in queens: Delmar's.

The bell rung as he walked in,"Hey Mr Delmar, how are you? And i can't forget you, murph" he said scratching behind the cat's ears.

"Oh just the same kid. Want the regular? "

"Yeah and can you press th-"

"The pickles really flat. I know"Delmar teased.

Peter smiled embarrassingly and started looking around.

Y/N POV:

I looked through the menu again for the nth time. This is hard.

"Look kid you gotta choose something, I got other people to attend to. " The man behind the counter said.

"I know I'm sorry everything seems so good. It's hard to decide, Mr delmar" You said as you read his name tag.

You heard the bell ring as you looked at the menu again. "Hey Mr Delmar, how are you? And i can't forget you, murph" You heard a boy say. You glanced at him and saw him pet the owners cat. The cat purred bringing a smile on your face.The brown curly haired boy started talking with Mr Delmar again. He looked about your age and was pretty cute.

“So you done selecting yet?” Delmar said looking annoyed.

“Uh yeah just a minute.”You said embarrassed.

Peter POV:

I looked around the place, watching the people go by on the street through the window, looking at the other closed shops , looked at the beauty in front of me. Woah she’s beautiful. Ok she’s the one I’m gonna have my quiet not quiet walks with. I can already see it.

The girl looked at me and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry , I know I’m taking a long time, I just can’t decide what to pick.”

“Oh number five’s pretty good.” I suggested not knowing where the confidence came from.

“Ok well can I get a number five Mr Delmar, recommended by this kind stranger”She said and looked at me smiling.

I chuckled embarrassingly “And I-“ I was cut off by a weird beeping noise and soon the lights went out.

“Oh señor, the generators turning old. You kids be alright eh? I’ll be back in five.”Mr Delmar sighed.

Peter waited patiently for a minute before he heard you sigh.

“Uh hey stranger , do you have your phone on you, mine’s battery just ran out?.”

“Uh nope, i mean im sorry no I don’t have a phone. Left it back at home”I stammered.

“Ok guess we are stuck in the dark.”

“Hey do you guys see a red dot . There’s a lever under it you just have to flick that till I’m fixing this guy over here”Mr Delmar yelled from the back.

“Do you see a red light?”I asked.

“No but I do see a weird thing in the corner, it’s staring at me , it’s creeping me out”the girl said. I tried to look closely and concentrated on her features.

“Ok all we have to do, is stick together. I mean going through a small shop in the dark can’t be that bad right?”I nervously chuckled.

“Your making it sound bad, stranger.”

“Ok where are you?”I asked and put my hands forward.

“In front of you.”

Something brushed my shoulder.”You’re mixing your prepositions you’re beside me.”

“No I’m right here”A small hand wrapped around my outstretched arms.”See?”

“Then what touched me?”

“It’s that thing from the corner , it’s stalking us”she whined.

“We should start moving , if we wanna survive.”I said and started moving forward with her.

“I mean I don’t mind dieing among packets of potato chips.” she said.

“This is serious, can I know your name by the way?” I asked and took the situationship between us to a next level.

“Oh so that’s serious” she replied sarcastically. “It’s Y/-Aaaah. Something touched me! Something touched me!”she screamed and backed into me.

“What? What?What touched you?” “Something”

“Well there’s nothing there.”I freaked out.

“I’m telling you someone or something is following us.”

“You wait here, I’ll go see what touched you” I said bravely.

“You can’t leave me alone! You’re the one who told us to stick together.”she reasoned.

“That’s a good point, but I’m only going two steps in front of you.”

“Ok but please be safe”She said concerned.

Her worrying about me made my heart flutter. She sounded pretty cute when she’s scared. Is that weird? That’s probably weird.But what can I say I love her voice.

By now my eyes had adjusted to the dark but I still couldn’t make out the objects.I stretched my hands again and started walking slowly back to the place where she freaked out.

“I still didn’t get your name.” I said trying to calm her down.

“Name after, first what touched me!”

“Right,Right I’m checking”I said in defence.

Ok Peter calm down, why aren’t your Peter tingles working, they should be working, this is their purpose. During all my rambling I didn’t realise I walked into something. I felt all around it and chuckled.

“The thing that touched you was a pile of boxes.” I said amused.

“Are you fucking kidding me I freaked out because of a bunch of a boxes.I wanna fucking get out of here.Ok Y/N calm down 1….2…3”

“Your name’s Y/N, that’s a pretty name.”

Y/N POV:

I felt myself blush at that. I walked back to him and held his hand.

“Ok , you’re tall can you see a red light.?”I asked.

“I’m not taller than the aisles.”

“Well maybe we should walk alongside them, we won’t get lost then.” “That’s a good point.C’mon” he said.

We both walked alongside the aisles in a pattern , front , left, front, right. I have a feeling we are going to get nowhere at this pace. I tugged the strangers sleeves and whispered “Maybe we should walk alongside the walls.”

“You’re seriously telling me this right now.” ”Well you could’ve also come up with that idea, but I did, so give me some credit dude”I argued.

“Ok, I’m sorry, I’m just kind of frustrated and wanna get out of here.”

“It’s ok, I’m the same.”

During this whole ordeal I forgot how close I was to him, I could hear his breath, I could feel my heart hammering and felt my stomach grumble. Shit, I want that number five so badly.

“You should seriously get your Sandwich after this.”

“How did you know I was hungry?”

“I heard your stomach grumble Y/N.” he chuckled.

I slapped his chest lightly at that.

“Who knew flicking a lever was gonna be this hard?” I mumbled.

“Well at least we’re together and not alo-“Wait did you hear that?” You cut him off.

“I thought that was your stomach”

“No that was a growl, a very clear growl matter of factly”

“Oh fuck.”he said.

“Yeah oh fuck is right.” I said.

“To calm you down or to scare you, I got two news, good news and bad news. Which one first?”

“Uh bad news, I guess”

“I saw something move.”

“Shut up stranger please.” I whined, scared out of my fucking mind.“What’s the good news?”

“I see the red light.” He said.

“ Wait really!” I gasped. “Then why aren’t we moving?”I asked excitedly.

There was no response from him.

“Stranger?”

“Uh nothing let’s go.”

We both jogged towards it and even though I saw something move in my peripheral view, I kept going.

Finally we reached the wall and flicked the lever.The light turned green.

“Well?, why aren’t the lights turning on?”I asked nervously. I do not want to stay in this fucking place anymore.

“I have no idea.”

“Please, don’t tell me we have to go fix the generator now” I whined and slid down the wall. I pulled my knees towards my face and tried to breathe deeply.

“We spent so long here and I keep seeing things and hearing things”I rambled.

“Uh Y/N?”

“Yes stranger?” I asked frustrated.

“The lights are on” he chuckled.

I looked up so fast I was scared that I was gonna get a whiplash. Wait the light are on. The lights are on.I jumped to my feet and hugged the boy tightly.

“I can’t believe we did it and we are alive! Ok maybe that’s too dramatic but that was scary.”I said with my arms around his neck and his around my waist.

“I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker.”

“Oh I like stranger more, just kidding.I’m gonna call you Parker from now on”I teased him and chuckled.

I looked around the the store and saw how small it actually was.

“Wait it’s only been 20 minutes! That felt like hours” I heard Peter say.

—

After getting our sandwiches and welcoming Delmar we both walked out of the store.

“Hey can I get your number?” Peter asked.

“My phone doesn’t work and you don’t have it, do you have a pen?” I asked.

“I forgot about that”he said after giving me a pen.

“Here, text me.” I smiled at him

“Cool, is your house nearby?”

“It’s just a bit far.”

“Ok then I’ll walk with you.”Peter said smiling at you.

You chuckled and walked for a few minutes.

“Wait what was that thing that was moving?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.

“Well it could have been a ghost, but logically I think it was Murph.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #imagine

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m1tsuyadarling · 2 years

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Roommate Shinichiro♡

Shinichiro x fem reader

Warning: NSFW content! Latina/ Hispanic coded reader, Pussydrunk shin, Handjob, pussyjob, sub Shinichiro, and I think that it- also this is my first time ever writing smut so please bare with me😭 [fluff at the end<3]

Being roommates with you didn't really help his case with you. Shin could've swore that he felt his heart skip a beat when he first saw who his new roommate was.

The first day you and shin met up at a cafe to talk about the situation, Shin felt like he was about to pass out.

Gosh you're so beautiful. He couldn't keep his eyes off you when he first saw you. Just everything about you had him in a trance. Your eyes, lips, voice, basically everything about you. Oh and let's not talk about the way you say his name and your laugh, he loves it when you laugh at his jokes.

Shinichiro was head over heels for you. He would talk about you to his friends all the time which had them a little annoyed because of how often he talks about you.

He started having a crush on you a week after you moved in the apartment. You were just so sweet that it had him weak in the knees. He just wishes that you give him a chance.

Today was a Saturday night, you left to go out with a friend for dinner. Which meant that Shinichiro had the apartment all to himself. The moment you step foot out the door, he quickly makes his way to his room. He laid down on his bed and took a deep breath. Quickly taking out his cock from his sweatpants he shakily started stroking his cock with his hand. He let out a whine from the feeling, he could feel his cheeks heat up as he started going faster.

He lets out loud whines and moans and felt like he was close.

"Fuck!- shit y/nnn" He says while desperately trying to reach for his high. Gosh how he wishes it was you who was stroking his dick right now. He throws his head back against the pillow as thick white ropes shoot from his swollen tip. He pants as he tries to catch his breath.

"Love moaning out my name huh?" He jolts up and sees you standing by the doorway. He blushes in embarrassment and he could feel himself go hard again by the thought of you catching him touching himself.

"Y-y/n? I-I thought you went out!"

"Well that was the plan, but my friend had something important coming up so we had to reschedule." He quickly covers his lap with his covers as you eyed him.

"Eh? Getting hard again shin" He curses at himself when he sees the tent under the covers.

"I-"

"You wouldn't mind if I helped you out for a bit?" You ask while walking towards him. He felt his mouth go dry when you crawl towards him and you were both face to face.

"So?"

He quickly shakes his head and you chuckle. You removed the covers that was covering his lower half and saw how hard he was.

"Wow your big"

He blushes at your words.

"So blowjob or handjob?" He turns red by your question and looks away.

"C'mon look at me shin~"

"I-I um.."

"It's fine take your time" gosh you were going to be the death of him.

"Handjob" He whispers out but also loud enough for you to hear.

"K then~♡"

He whimpers when he feels your hand wrapped around his cock.

"You okay?"

"Mhm~" you smile seeing him desperately jerking his hips up into your hand.

"Please, I wanna cum again" He whines out. And who were you to deny when he looks so fucking cute right now?

You shush him up with a kiss which he hurriedly returns back. You slip your tongue in and he moans into your mouth. You then start moving your hands and he moans into your mouth.

You started kissing his neck while gliding your hang up and down his length. He throws his head back letting a whine fall off his lips.

"Fuck! Mmm close"

"Yeah?"

"Mhm!"

You can see his tip leaking and you started speeding up your movement. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while moans spilled from his mouth. Thighs trembling, shin pulled you closer to him and into a kiss. Seconds later cum shoots out from his leaking cock with a loud moan.

Sweat was glistening from his forehead and after catching his breath he gets flustered knowing what just happened.

"You sound really cute shin" you tease, making him whine. You get up from his bed but he quickly grabs your wrist.

"Mm?"

"You didn't cum"

"Oh, it's fine-" you yelp when he pushes you on your back. He spreads your legs and looks up to you for permission. You nod and he hurriedly slides off your shorts and panties. He feels weak at the sight of your pussy.

He then quickly buries his face into your cunt and you hum at the feeling of his tongue working on your sweet folds.

"Such a good boy shin"

You say while he eats your pussy like a starved man. Tongue lapping at your folds and soon he starts suckling your clit.

You moan while tugging on his hair. You started grinding on his tongue and you could feel that you were close.

"Shit- ah!" You moan out.

Seconds later you came on his face. Shinichiro happily drank up all your cum and when he looked up you could see his chin covered in slick and cum.

You grab his face and pull him into yet another kiss which he happily returns back.

"If you ever need help, just tell me" you say and he chuckles.

"Same goes to you"

It Was quiet for a moment until Shinichiro finally decided to shoot his shot.

"Um y/n?"

"Yes?"

"I- well…." You patiently waited for him to let out his sentence. He looks away from your gaze and sighs.

"I have liked you for the past 5 months…and I was wondering if you wanted..to be my girlfriend." He prepares himself for the worst but was met with a small giggle.

"Oh gosh! I'm happy you also feel the same way!" His eyes widen and he quickly whips his head to look at you.

"Huh?!"

"I also like you too, dummy! What? you think I'll go give my roommate a handjob if I don't like them?"

"So you like me?" He still couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, and also yes on the girlfriend part." Shinichiro pulls you into a hug which you return back.

"Fuck you don't know how happy I am right now"

Shinichiro totally didn't expect his night to end up like this but hey, he's not complaining.

First time writing smut so I hope it wasn't bad🥲

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good times amongst the pines (pt. 1)

Authors note: Hi everyone! Carnelian here. Long time no see :) Hope everyone enjoys this Sammy fic! It's been brewing in my mind for quite some time - I actually began to write it towards the end of summer, but just now finished it. So, when you read it, imagine that it's taking place in the summer lol. This will also be a multi-part fic. I envision there being three parts (?), but we'll see. I'm also on fall break from uni quarantining with covid right now, so send in any Sam asks you might have! Thanks guys! :)

Pairing: Sammy x F!Reader

Content warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, very very slightly tense situations, language, Sam in linen pants 👍

Word count: 7.4k

Summary: Y/N and Sam go to Y/N’s family cabin to make some new sweet and spicy memories up there :)

“Hey honey, can you come in here a sec?” Sam cooed from your bedroom, just down the hall from where you were sitting in your home office. You were currently finishing up your last task on the agenda that day for your work on the computer while your boyfriend Sam was diligently packing up everything that you two could possibly need before you left on your annual cabin trip.

Your family’s cabin was nestled in the pine forest a ways up the mountain, far from civilization, just how you both liked it. It was your parent’s cabin, but seeing as they now live out of state, they let Sam and you stay there as much as you want and take care of the grounds, as well as your other family members from time to time. You were thrilled for this specific trip though, as this would be yours and Sam’s first time up there alone. You were always joined by other family members in the past, but this time you were able to score it completely for yourselves.

Your childhood was filled with trips up to the cabin, and you look back on these memories fondly. There were many summer nights where you and your friends were all huddled up outside, surrounding the campfire and roasting s’mores, singing as many camp songs as you guys could remember.

The forest that your cabin was settled in was so beautiful and lush, just brimmed to the edge with gorgeous, tall pines and colorful wildflowers that always swayed in the fragrant summer breeze. One of your favorite things to do when you went up was to find a large granite boulder, already slightly warmed up from the sun, and lay yourself out on it with your face up to the sky, listening to the wind rustling through the pine needles. It was definitely one of your most favorite sounds on the planet.

Your other most favorite sound called from down the hall again, snapping you out of your daydream as you scrambled to your feet, eyes groggy from all the screen-time you’ve consumed today. Gosh, you were really looking forward to having no service the next few days. “Yes, coming Sammy!” you returned, padding down the hall to see what the lanky man needed.

As you entered the doorway, he was holding up two different pairs of swim trunks, one with a loud flamingo pattern and the other with no pattern at all, just a cherry red color. “I am in dire need of your help deciding which ones I sh-“

“Cherry red,” you blurted out before Sam could even finish his sentence.

He smirked to himself before replying, “Now how did I know you were gonna choose these?”

You stepped closer to him, snatching the red trunks out of his hands and folding them for him. “Because, Sammy, you know red is my favorite color on you.”

“Hm, yeah, maybe I did know…” he trailed off, reaching for your waist as you placed the trunks in his suitcase. He pulled you in close, wrapping his arms tightly around your back. This caused your head to become nestled right in the crook of his neck and shoulder, so you took a deep inhale, relishing in his presence and scent. “‘M really looking forward to spending these next few days with you, sweet girl. No distractions, no work, no phones. Just you and me, Y/N,” he said while leaning back a little bit to look you in the eyes, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh god, that sounds like heaven, babe,” you exclaim before continuing, “this week has been so long already, with work and family, and - I just really need a few days with you. And you only, that’s it.” You let out a deep exhale before looking back up into his eyes, which were shining with so much love and adoration. He took such good care of you, and you were forever grateful for that.

“Of course, honey, vice versa. Alright, let me finish packing our stuff while you email your boss, and then let’s hit the road, baby! I don’t wanna make you wait any longer than you have to!” Sam stated, reaching his right hand up to ruffle your hair up with his fingers while laughing. You giggled in response, instantly reaching up to smooth down the mess he made as much as you could.

“M’kay, let’s try to be out of here in the next half hour, yeah?” you asked him while leaning in for a kiss. He returns your kiss before replying, deepening it immediately. It takes you by surprise, causing you to gasp into his mouth while you grip onto his thin t-shirt. He takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside with yours, tangling the two around for a few moments before you pull away, panting for breath. “Samuel Francis… wait until we get there!” you laugh out, meeting his eyes once more, which were crinkled at the end due to his dorky smile he had plastered on his face.

“Okay, okay! Sorry, it’s just hard for me to keep my hands off, sometimes,” he responded, finally turning around to finish packing. You take this as a sign that he’s finally settled down, so you turn on your heel and make your way out of the bedroom to finish your work and start taking stuff out to the car, but not before you felt a sharp smack against your ass and that oh-so-familiar laughter.

“Kiszka, I swear to God -“

“I’m done, I promise, just had to get that in there. I swear,” Sam said through his laughter. You finally turn back towards him once you reach the door frame to see him standing there with both his hands raised by his head, signifying no more funny business until you got to the cabin. He smiles at you sweetly before whispering, “I love you,” and turning around to finish his packing.

“I love you too, crazy, and I’ll see you in the kitchen in just a little bit!” you reply before finally walking back to the office, more than ready to finish your task at hand so you two can make your way up to the cabin.

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After around 3 hours of Sam driving you guys through dense forests and having multiple pee stops because Sam insisted on getting the Big Gulp from the gas station, you found yourselves finally pulling into your cabin’s driveway, completely overgrown with vegetation from last year.

“Well, there’s something for us to work on if we get bored!” Sam claimed, always looking at the positives. Meanwhile, you couldn’t believe your family let it get to this state. You knew the driveway was long and that it was hard work to take care of, but it had to be done, especially with the wildfire hazards in the area.

“Yeah, no kidding…” you trailed off, Sam noticing your sour mood instantly.

“Hey, hun, don’t let your family’s lack of responsibility damper your mood already! Like I said, it’ll give us something to do if we run out of other things to busy ourselves with this week. Keep your chin up, babe,” he said sweetly while reaching over and grabbing your knee, thumb lightly tracing over your exposed skin.

“Thank you, Sammy, gosh, sometimes it’s just so hard to not let it get to my head. I mean, if this is just what the driveway looks like, I’m kind of nervous to see what the cabin’s state is,” you stated while looking out the window, trying to get a glimpse of it through the trees up above you. “I’m sure it’s fine though. As long as I have you here, that’s all I care about this week. Just you and me, baby,” you say before turning back to him and leaning over the center console, planting a big, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Ewwwww!” Sam jokingly yelled in response to the saliva you left on his right cheek, smile growing wide despite his reaction.

“Oh yeah? Ew? What about this?” you asked him as you left more wet kisses all over his cheek, giggling as he tried to crane his neck away from your loving attack of sloppy kisses. You eventually relented, deciding you’d teased him enough, and as soon as you landed back into your seat and turned to look through the windshield, your family’s cabin came into view.

“Oh, baby! Here we are!” Sam excitedly yelled, pulling the car all the way up to the front porch that way you wouldn’t have far to walk while carrying your bags.

You were pleasantly surprised, to say the least. With how awful the driveway was pulling in, you expected the cabin to have hanging shutters, maybe a few broken windows, or even some fallen trees in your yard. As soon as you laid eyes on the building, you couldn’t believe just how perfect it was. Your family must’ve come down recently to paint it, as the color was completely refreshed, glimmering brightly in the afternoon sun. All the shutters were closed, nice and tight as they should be. The porch and yard were completely clear of unwanted vegetation, branches, and logs.

You couldn’t be happier.

Sam put the car in park and grabbed the keys from the ignition once the car was shut off, making a beeline for the front door of the cabin, the cabin keys jingling from his fingers.

“Man, I REALLY shouldn’t have picked the Big Gulp at the gas station. I’ve been going like a racehorse this entire time,” Sam laughed, making a mental note to himself to only pick up smaller drinks on your long drives to and from the cabin. You made your way towards the front door, towing your suitcase behind you.

“Yeah, babe, I think next time the child’s size would be perfect for someone like you,” you giggle, walking up the stairs besides the tall, lanky man as he fumbled with the keys, trying to get the door unlocked so you could take your items upstairs, meanwhile he could get the water and electricity turned on to use the restroom.

“Cowabunga,” he murmured, inserting the correct key and wobbling the knob just right to unlock the old, heavy redwood door that’s been protecting the interior of your family’s cabin from the outside world for generations. You dragged your heavy suitcase across the threshold of the cabin, slowly making your way towards the upstairs bedroom. “Alright, honey, while you get settled, I’m gonna run around out back and get the water running and that electricity going through the place! Don’t get lost,” he says with a wink, and with that, he’s running down the front steps, padding around to where the breaker’s located and to turn the water on.

You didn’t really get to take a look at the inside of the cabin when you stepped in because Sam had almost dropped his keys through the floorboards of the deck as you were making your way in, drawing your complete and full attention to his clumsiness. Once he left to run around the property to check on everything, you were able to actually turn around and take in the sight before you. To the right of you was the living room area, complete with a green wooden couch, a few plush armchairs that you loved to curl up in on a stormy day with a hot cup of tea, bookcases filled to the brim with nature literature, and your absolute favorite, the large fireplace that adorned the right wall, making those chilly nights much more comfortable.

To the left was the kitchen, one of the few places in the cabin that you don’t find yourself in that often because you don’t necessarily consider yourself to be the most amazing chef OR baker. That’s definitely where Sammy comes in, as he makes most of your homemade meals for the two of you. He loves to try and show you once or twice a week how to make one of his favorite recipes, but most often than not, it ends in disaster. One time, back at home, you guys ended up outside talking with the county fire department because your neighbor saw so much smoke coming from your kitchen window that they called 911 immediately. The cabin’s kitchen was full of dishware, gadgets, rags, pots and pans, cleaning supplies, you name it. It was Sam’s little slice of heaven up here. Attached to the kitchen was the small dining area, which just had a little breakfast table, a few chairs, and maps of the national forest that your cabin was located in tacked to the wall for viewing while eating.

Finally, right in front of you from where you were standing in the doorway and across the walkway was the stairway to the loft, which is where any guests were allowed to stay. You figured Sam would grab his suitcase and toiletry bag from the car before making his way back inside, so you didn’t worry about it before deciding to make your way on up the wooden staircase. Once you were up the stairs, creaking with every step, your heart was filled with joy at the scene in front of you. The afternoon sun was casting its rays through the windows, creating a golden hue amongst the green and brown furniture. The entire loft area was decorated with kitschy cabin decor, one of your guilty pleasures when it came to home decorations. You were so excited for Sam to come in to get started on making even more treasured memories.

Before you knew it, dinnertime had rolled around. The sun was finally making its slow journey past the horizon, slipping through the tall pines. The air began to get chilly as the sun was setting, and of course, how could you forget, this was when the mosquitos made their appearance as well. Thankfully, before you guys made your trip up to the cabin, you remembered to pack what Sammy called an “industrial sized can of mosquito spray that could kill all of the mosquitoes living in the Amazon Rainforest.” You knew it was necessary, though. The both of you ran around the house, trying to shut the windows as fast as possible as soon as you began to see a few of the bothersome mosquitoes fly into the kitchen through the window above the sink.

Once the windows were shut and latched, Sam began to grab the necessary ingredients for your dinner that evening out of the fridge and cupboards lining the kitchen. “Sammy, baby, can I do anything to help?” you asked while coming up behind him, lacing your arms around his front torso as he read the recipe from the cookbook he brought along. He looked so beautiful this evening - he had on one of your favorite black button ups (but he was only using the three bottom buttons to keep it draped around his lanky frame) and some white linen pants. His silky hair that he put up in a bun earlier in the day was falling out, leaving strands of hair to cascade down around his face and neck, framing his features perfectly. You leaned your head into the middle of his back, right where his shoulder blades rested, and took a deep breath in, trying to remember this moment forever.

“Aw, hun, y’know, if you wanna make us something to drink and maybe put some music on, that would be great,” he responded, adding, “I can’t use my magic touch on these bitchin’ tostadas unless we have some music to sing along to.”

He started to shimmy in your embrace at this, causing you to giggle and press a light kiss to the back of his neck, heading off to make your drinks and put on a record. One thing you were thankful for when it came to your family and throwing parties was that they loved alcohol. With that being said, anywhere that your family stays, there’s always alcohol around, whether it be a full bar, a mini bar, or just a bottle of vodka. You started making one of Sam’s favorite drinks, which coincidentally was one of yours, too. Once you were all done with the tequila and triple-sec, you left the mini bar to put some music on, but first you stopped to give Sam his margarita.

“Oooooo, for me?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows as you walked closer to where he was standing in the kitchen, handing him the salt-rimmed glass in his out-reached hand. He immediately brought the glass up to his lips and closed his eyes while taking a sip. “Babe, I don’t know if it’s the mountain air or what, but I think this is the best goddamn margarita you’ve ever made.”

You were taken aback, as Sam was a huge cocktail snob. He’s had drinks all around the world made with the finest liquors and tastiest mixers. “Seriously?!” you squeal. He nods his head vigorously, going in for another sip before turning around to continue his craft. “Well, if you want another one, you know who to ask,” you mention while sauntering out of the kitchen, quietly laughing to yourself.

You made your way back into the living room where the record player was located, on the hunt for a very, very specific vinyl. You crouched down on your knees to pull out the storage crates that held your family’s ever-growing collection of vinyls, especially now since you were with Sammy. You swear he could smell a record in a music store that he’d been wanting from miles away. After a few minutes of looking, you finally found it. The Papas and The Mamas by The Mamas and The Papas. Reading the cover always made you giggle to yourself.

When you and Sam first moved into your apartment together, there was a time when you both had an extremely stressful, frustrating day. Basically, everything that could’ve gone wrong went wrong for the both of you that one day. Josh and Jake were bitching at each other in the studio all day over some miniscule lyrics, causing Sam to want to pull his hair out and light both their cars on fire after leaving the building that evening. That day at your old job at the local cafe, you managed to spill an entire jug of iced tea all over yourself, and it seemed as if Satan himself was sending you his finest Karens for you to take orders from all day long.

After high tension at work, you two were sitting in complete silence on the couch next to each other that evening, both lost in your own thoughts from the day. The TV was on, but neither of you were paying any attention to the sitcom that was playing on the screen. Wordlessly, he grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, and made his way towards your record player in the living room. After some moments of flipping through the album covers, he must’ve found what he was looking for, cracking a small smile. He grabbed this very specific vinyl out of his collection and gently placed it down, turning the volume up slightly while you were watching his every move, eyes trained on his figure like a hawk.

He turned around to face you with that gentle smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but return it. Sam slowly made his way towards you as the music played softly in the background, reaching his hand out towards you, gesturing for you to grab it and join him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you off the couch and into the living room with him, beginning to sway the both of you back and forth to the rhythm of the music. With every step you took, Sam holding you close within his arms, you could feel the tension draining from your body. You took your hands that were clasped together at the back of his neck and began to thread them through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly when you pulled away from his chest to take a look at his beautiful face.

“Feeling better, sweetheart?” he asked gently, staring into your eyes with his own golden brown ones.

You nod lightly. “Mhm. I’m sorry we both had rough days. Thank you for always knowing how to make it a little sweeter,” you respond, leaning up to give him a tender kiss on the lips.

You both continued to dance around your living room for the rest of the evening until you were too exhausted to stand, wholly at ease from the stressful day. The two of you curled up close in bed that night, holding on to one another as if the other would accidentally slip away.

You reminisced about this memory while carefully pulling the record out of the sleeve, already excited for how Sammy would react once he heard those first few notes of “Safe in My Garden” ring out through the cabin. Once you got the record placed on the player, you slowly let the needle fall down. You began to sway to the music, letting it fill your mind and body, feeling the surges of bliss course from your fingers to your toes as the familiar notes rang throughout the living room.

You had a few seconds of enjoying the song to yourself before you heard him call for you from the kitchen. “Y/N… come here, love,” he beckoned to you, beginning to sing the song while you made your way to the kitchen. As soon as you made your way around the corner and into the warm scene in front of you, the savory smells overtook your senses. Sam was standing in front of the stove, fully donned in your family’s shared apron that said “Kiss the Cook!” covered in puckered lips. “Okay, hun, I need you to try this sauce that I whipped up for us,” Sam said, dipping the wooden spoon into the saucepan on the stove. He scooped up a small amount for you to taste and made his way over to where you were situated leaning against the kitchen countertop, blowing on the liquid before he made it all the way towards you to help cool it off some. “Alright, open up…” he murmured, directing the spoon towards your mouth. You opened your mouth, letting him slide the wooden utensil past your lips, depositing the warm liquid on your tongue. You tucked your hair behind your ear as you swallowed the sauce, eyes flitting up to meet his as you fully tasted it.

You eyed him carefully as you were letting the flavor sit on your tongue - the way his pupils expanded once he put the spoon in your mouth, how his mouth slightly gaped open, his tongue darting out to wet his full bottom lip. The flush that was apparent on his cheeks when you wrapped your lips around the spoon, careful not to let any drip out of your mouth as he pulled it away.

His eyes were zeroed in on your lips once you were finished with tasting the sauce. You knew exactly what was going through his mind, but you wanted to work him up a little more. See what would really make him snap.

You snapped him out of his trance by finally speaking up, “Baby, that’s so good, what all did you put in it?” You smirked at him before pushing yourself off the counter as he coughed, attempting to recover himself. You draped your arms around his neck, pulling you two closer. He set the wooden spoon down on the counter behind you before finally replying, “Uhm, just the usual and what I could find in your spice drawer. Oregano, salt, jalapenos, garlic…” he trailed off, captivated by your hands that were now moving through his hair, scratching his scalp ever-so-slightly. If you weren’t paying as much attention as you already were, you would’ve missed it when he started to practically purr, his head leaning into your fingers as they ran through his locks.

“You are such a good cook, Sammy, you always make me the best meals. You know that?” He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Mhmm, yes. You take good, good care of me. Always make sure I’m satisfied.” You lean into him at this, just as he inhaled a deep breath of air at your suggestive words. You let your lips wander along the expanse of his neck, leaving small kisses here and there. At this point, his breathing was becoming rather uneven and he was forgetting completely about the sauce on the stove. You abruptly pulled away, letting your hands fall from his hair. He practically whined at the loss of contact, but you knew you weren’t quite done yet.

One of your favorite things to do was to tease Sammy. Whether you two were at home and you weren’t wearing anything underneath one of his old t-shirts while he was on a Zoom meeting, or you were both out with friends for dinner and you kept accidentally brushing your hand against his bulge at the table, you knew just how to get him worked up past the point of no return.

You walked away from him, making your way towards the freezer at the other end of the kitchen to grab a new bottle of vodka for the bar in the living room. You could feel his eyes on you, burning holes in the back of your dress. It was completely silent except for the record in the living room and the sauce on the stove, so you knew he was transfixed on your figure, in a complete daze after your teasing. You slowly leaned down, letting him get a good view of your ass while opening the freezer drawer, asking him, “Tito’s or Grey Goo-?”

Before you could even get the question fully out of your mouth, he was right there behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back towards the counters. He hastily shut the freezer with his foot while pressing himself against you completely. You immediately felt his erection rub against you, hot and heavy. “You’re such a fucking tease, y’know that, right?” Sam questioned you, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

“Yes, but only for you, Sammy,” you whined. He turned you around to face him when hearing his nickname. He loved it when you called him that in times like these - the most innocent of names in the filthiest of situations.

The sauce was still simmering on the stove, you could hear it fizzle and splatter in the pot as Sam pushed you against the counter top, strong hands gripping your waist through the thin material. This caused your dress to ride up your thighs, giving him an almost clear view of what he wanted, what he needed, but nonetheless, he attached his mouth to the side of your neck, beginning to tease you in return. He was biting and sucking every inch of skin that he could get his mouth on, making the most obscene sounds, but he wasn’t embarrassed at all. He only had one goal on his mind, which was to make his girl feel good, and oh boy, was he succeeding. Once his tongue trailed from your collarbone up to the bottom of your ear, he pulled away, moving his hands to the backs of your thighs. He gave you a little tap on your soft skin, signaling for you to jump in his arms, and he swiftly grabbed and deposited you on the kitchen counter.

“My god, every single day I wonder how I got so lucky…” he whispers out loud as he drinks you in. Your legs were wrapped around his waist now, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on his tresses ever so slightly just to get a reaction out of him. He lets out a low groan, letting his head slip back, exposing his neck to you. You practically moan at the sight. He looked like the embodiment of sex before you.

Without any hesitation, you lean forward, letting your mouth trail all over his burning skin. Since he was going to be away from the public eye for a few days, you began to nip and suck at the smooth skin, gently lapping over the blooming marks once you were pleased with your work.

“Mmmm, fuck, honey, love how you mark me up,” he hisses out, gripping your hair and tugging your head back. Once you were able to look Sam in the eyes again, you could see how much they had darkened just in the past few minutes. Normally they were a soft, rich brown, but now they were dark, full of passion and hunger. His hands moved from your hair to the straps of your sundress, toying with the light material between his slender digits while his eyes trailed down your form.

“Sammy, I have a confession,” you whisper, and his gaze snaps from your breasts to your eyes, becoming curious at once.

“Do tell, baby.” Sam begins to delicately trace shapes along your arms and collarbones, causing you to take a sharp inhale. Any form of touch from the man standing in front of you always caused you to squirm in your seat in the best way possible. You lock your ankles together behind the small of his back, feeling the warmth of his skin radiate off of him and onto your bare legs, traveling all the way up to your core.

You pull him in closer in the process, muttering directly into his ear, “Y’know, I kind of always wanted to be fucked in this cabin. Right here, actually, on the counter.”

His hands that were once trailing along your chest halted their movements, stilling for just a moment before returning to their position at your shoulders. He hummed at your sinful confession, you could practically see the gears turning in his head, the steam billowing out of his ears.

“My sweet, sweet Y/N, daydreaming about being fucked in her family’s cabin. And right here, too?” he questions you sweetly, dipping his head down to ghost his lips over yours, feeling his hot breath fan over your swollen lips. You nod your head fervently, ready for him to touch you again, feel his fingers drag across your scorching skin. You were wanton with need at this point, inching your hips closer and closer to his growing erection. “Let me get this straight, while you and your family were sitting over there, eating dinner and chatting away, my vixen was sitting there, probably dripping at the thought of being bent over this counter and getting fucked so hard she couldn’t remember her own name? Hm?”

You squeaked at this, bucking your hips up into his, desperate for any type of friction at this point. The way Sam could get you so worked up just off of his words would always bewilder you.

“My naughty girl,” he tsks at you before closing the gap in between the both of you and latching his plump lips onto yours. The kiss sent you into the stars, searing your lips and sending sparks down to your toes. You moaned into his mouth, letting him lick into you. The overwhelming taste of tequila mixed with the chocolate he was snacking on earlier washed over you. You planted your hands on his chest, digging your nails into the soft flesh that was located there. This pulled a deep groan out of him, making you want him even more.

His hands moved from their position on your shoulders and grabbed at the flimsy hem of your dress, moving it in between his fingers while deliberately tracing his hand up and down your thigh to tease you. You whined immediately at this, wanting him inside of you as soon as possible, ready to live out your shameful daydream. He eventually detached his lips from yours, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you as he hesitantly pulled away. You reached up to wipe your mouth as he asked you lowly, “Now, I guess the last question is this; who were you thinking about while you were getting bent over nice and pretty in this kitchen?”

“God, you, Sammy, you!” you whined, fed up with his slow, deliberate movements and taunting.”Now will you please get on with it and just fuck me already before you burn our dinner?” you huffed out, getting more impatient by the second as you felt his fingers trace over your knee, his warm erection nudging against your clothed core.

“Anything for my girl,” he obliged, instantly pulling the hem of your dress over your head once you lifted your arms up high above you. You shimmied out of the soft material, leaving you in your matching set that you might’ve knowingly put on that morning before you left the house. It was one of Sam’s favorites - it was a creamy white two-piece, practically all see-through and as soft as butter. His eyes practically popped out of his head once he saw that you were wearing his favorite set, mindlessly throwing your dress into the corner of the kitchen behind him. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you back in nice and tight while his mouth went straight for your clothed breasts. He slowly licked at the material, humming lowly in the back of his throat, leaving little nips here and there where he thought necessary.

You decided that you had had enough teasing, reaching your right hand down in between your two bodies and began working pushing down his linen pants. Your hand briefly brushed against his length, making his hips chase the friction, searching for more. “Okay, okay…” Sammy said, pulling away to shrug his pants down, freeing his erection completely. He was what you would expect of most skinny, lanky guys - long and hits the right spot every time. You moaned at the sight of him, so desperate for you that he was going to take you right there on the kitchen counter. “God, need to see you,” he said, voice getting rough with desire. He grabbed the waistband of your panties and tried pulling them off of you in one go, which ultimately led to him ripping them in half in his haste.

“Sam?! Those - those were your favorite,” you exclaimed. He picked up the two pieces and threw the material behind his head, making you laugh.

“S’alright, we’ll just get you another pair, as long as I get to come along and see you try them on,” he trailed off, finally leaning in for another soul-searing kiss. He caught your lips in his full ones as soon as you opened your mouth in rebuttal, catching you off guard. This caused you to lean back a little, making you move both of your hands behind you to support your weight. Sam reached down, and grabbing both your legs underneath your knees, he pulled them up, hooking them around his waist. “Honey, spread ‘em for me. Show me how much you’ve thought about this,” Sam breathed out, directing his gaze down to your dripping core. You immediately spread your legs at the knees, baring yourself to him completely. He groaned at the sight and swallowed deeply, keeping his eyes fixated on your throbbing center while he reached down to grab his hardened length.

“Sammy, please,” you beg, raising yourself up a little higher on your arms so you could see him begin to stroke his leaking cock. You just wanted him to ravage you at this moment. Everything about him was so incredibly sexy - the hair falling out of his bun and caressing his toned shoulders, the way his moldavite necklace hung gently against his rising chest, the tight grip he had on your hip, the way he was already biting his lip hard enough to draw blood and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. “Baby, just give it to me already,” you whine out, hoping he would listen to you, “I’ve been wanting you all day.”

He looked up at you then, his big brown eyes meeting yours. He parted his lips and gave you a wink before responding, “Alright, only cause you’re so worried about our dinner burning, and, quite frankly, I just wanna feel you around my cock.” You moan quietly in reply, giving him a small smile and a quick nod.

You brace yourself as he takes his length in his hand, lining himself up perfectly before looking you in the eyes. You watch him slowly, the way he runs his thumb over his dick, how he’s locked you in against him with one hand on your hip in a death grip. It’s at this moment that he sinks into you, groaning out at the sensation of your fluttering warmth. His mouth immediately dropped open, the inner corners of his eyebrows turned upwards - he looked like heaven and hell combined.

“Oh - oh, fuck, Y/N,” he rasped, already overcome with pleasure. His other hand that wasn’t previously on you shot up to grab your opposite hip, clutching you against him. You looked down to where you two connected, whimpering out, beginning to grind against his cock to get some sort of friction while he was standing there motionless. He took notice of your neediness and began to slowly draw himself back, making sure you were able to feel every single inch, every vein and curve along his length. You reached your hands up, now that he had a firm grip on your hips, and tangled them within his velvet locks.

He finally met your eyes once your fingers found his scalp. He began pumping himself in and out of you at a slow pace, watching the way you would squirm on the countertop, feeling you pull on his hair when he reached a particularly deep spot within you.

Sammy listened to your body so well whenever you two were intimate. He would wait and listen for the smallest amounts of praise, or even just a breathy sigh to pass your lips to let him know that he was doing his job (very well at that). One of the perks about Sam was that he was a fast learner - it didn’t take long for the two of you to start having mind-blowing, forget-your-own-name sex. He learned your ins and outs, what you loved and, just as important, what you didn’t care for so much. It wasn’t long into your relationship before he had his head in between your thighs, your toes curling, leaving you gasping for air and clutching the sheets.

“God, sweetheart, you feel amazing,” he whimpered. He ducked his head down to watch where you two met and increased his pace, making him grab onto your hips even tighter. You cried out as he did this, as it caused him to angle his hips upwards, hitting your most cherished spot within your walls.

You could hear the sauce bubbling on the stove, threatening to spill over the pan’s edge with every passing minute. Sam didn’t pay any mind to it, though. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only - fucking you until you made a mess on the counter.

“Shit, Sammy! More, more, more,” you managed to mumble out of your trembling lips, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you making you see stars. “God, you’re so deep…” you moaned, squinting your eyes shut from the delicious pressure the head of his cock was creating, almost practically hitting your cervix. This was your favorite, and he knew it - the mix between pain and pleasure. You’d do anything for Sam to fuck you like this all day long. He grunted in response, slapping his hips harder against yours. “Fuck!” you cried, throwing your head back, “Sammy, please baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah, take it, baby, take it,” Sam breathed out, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You moaned at the sudden contact, the warmth from his mouth, only spurring him on even more. He switched to the other nipple, and lapped at it while making you open your mouth in a silent scream as the pleasure began to rear its beautiful, magnificent head deep down in your abdomen.

He pulled back from your breasts and made eye contact with you, sending sparks down to your core. “Come on honey, don’t want our sauce to be ruined, hm?” he teased you as he pounded into you relentlessly at this point. You could’ve sworn that your vision was beginning to blur around the edges, especially when he reached his nimble fingers up to your face and practically shoved them in your mouth, knowing just what you needed to do. You sucked on the digits like it was your last duty before he pulled them from your lips, snaking them down in between your bodies to make contact with your throbbing clit.

“Mmmmm, Sammy, touch me, please,” you begged him, pleading with him to make you cum.

To say you were a mess at this point was a complete understatement. As soon as his fingers began to rub fast, erratic circles around your clit, you were hurtled face first into your orgasm. You practically screamed Sam’s name as he felt you clench around him, sending him into his own waves of pleasure and ultimately causing him to cum deep inside of you.

“God, oh fuck, honey, so good. So good,” he moaned out, slowing his thrusts down as he rode both of you through your climaxes together.

You lifted your head up from where it was resting on his chest from when you came, making eye contact with him once again. His eyes were heavy with a slight gleam to them. “Hey there, pretty girl,” he whispered to you. He lifted his hand up from where it was on your hip, moving some of your hair out of your face that had fallen when you were moving your head.

“Hi, handsome,” you whispered right back, failing to hold back a giggle.

“Ah, ah, ah, no laughing yet,” Sammy replied, bracing himself to pull out of you by gripping your hips one last time. He slowly pulled out of you, watching his cum drip down and out of your core. “Jesus Christ, that is so hot,” he says out loud, mainly to himself.

“Help me clean up before we go for round two and really ruin our dinner,” you respond, watching Sam saunter to the sink to grab a clean towel and wet it with some warm water. He pads back over to you where you’re sitting on the cool countertop, langs dangling down over the edge, waiting for him to help clean up both of your messes. As you watch him, your heart soars - this side of Sammy was one of your favorites. He was always so kind and attentive towards you, but even more so when you two were done fucking. It could be after an extremely passionate night, where you haven’t seen each other for three months because of tour. He’s grabbing you everywhere, teasing you, making sure you know just how much he missed you while he was away. It could also be after an intense night out, leading to the two of you stumbling into the living room and having him bend you over the couch right there. Those were the nights where you were sure that your entire street knew Sam’s name by the end of your little sessions.

After he was down wiping you down, he gave your inner thighs two light kisses before rising off of his haunches to come face-to-face with you. “So, how was that for kitchen sex? Huh?” he teased you, giving you his million-dollar smirk.

“Better than I could have ever imagined,” you hopped down off the counter, looking for your dress, “but I must say, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat another meal in here with the family now, babe.”

Sam chuckled while pulling on his own boxers and pants. “Oh, you just wait missy, by the end of this, you won’t be able to walk into any of these rooms without being reminded of our little vacation.” With that, he walked back over to the stove and removed the sauce that had been screaming for his attention all this time. You pulled your dress over your head haphazardly, all while staring at the back of his head in shock.

He couldn’t be serious.

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Picnic Dates

Pairings: OT8 x Reader Word Count 2.9k Genre: Fluff galore Warnings: None (except for potential cavities)

How each of the members reacts or plans a picnic date just some fluffy, fluffy stuff

Chan

Chan had made his secret plans weeks in advance and you knew that once the promotions had finished he was going to finally get some time off to rest. You were always excited for quality time together not just because you missed him terribly during promotions and tours but because you loved spoiling him whenever you got the chance. This time however Chan was all about spoiling you and he had booked a trip to Jeju for the two of you to relax for a few alone and undisturbed, as he could manage, since he sill needed to be contactable for the rest of the kids.

So after arriving and settling in to an adorable little house on the seafront he had rented for the duration of your stay you found yourself standing alone in the lounge slightly confused as to where he could have disappeared to. Looking around the house you wondered where he could have wandered off to, until you saw a small note stuck to the sliding glass door that led out of the kitchen into the garden, the note asked you to walk to the end of the garden and look around which you did smiling to yourself at the game you boyfriend was playing. Another note on the back gate requested that you walk down a small path between patches of grass and wild flowers until you found the final note that he had left for you. Following the directions again you found yourself stepping onto a sandy beach wondering where the final note could be. Looking towards the perfectly blue ocean you found Chan standing on the sand single camellia twirling between his fingers as he waited for you to arrive.

"Oh my gosh Chan! this is so beautiful" you gushed as his face blushed a light pink as you looked over the large picnic rug spread over the sand surrounded in fairy lights and wild flowers that he must have picked, a picnic basket was over flowing with delicious fruit and sweet treats for you to share and beside it a bottle of wine sat in the sand waiting to be opened. Wrapping his arms around you tightly he smiled into your temple.

"Only the best for my Babygirl".

Lee Know

Despite the tsundere act he frequently put on, your boyfriend was notoriously sweet and kind when it came to those he cared for so it really didn't really surprise you that he had taken up baking and cooking as ways to show his love and affection for those around him.

Being away for such a long time he had confessed that he had felt very guilty that he was not a very god boyfriend to you, leaving you behind and only seeing you over face time but you had always understood and you didn't mind really when every time he had time off he would rush to be with you, which was happening today a a photo shoot had to be cancelled since the photographer was sick. Within 20 minutes he was knocking on your door with a large backpack in tow.

"C'mon Kitten lets go for a walk" he grinned excitedly taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers, you giggled in response but didn't argue simply because why would you, you hadn't seen him in person in a week and now he was in front of you, you would take any free time he had. Walking down towards the Han River you realized where you were being led to.

"This is where we had our first date" you declared looking around happily remembering that date fondly, he had been shy despite him being the one to approach you after meeting you several times. His hair had been blonde then and he had asked permission to hold your hand, it had all been so sweet and perfect you never thought you could ever forget it.

"Yes it is Kitten, and its where we will have today's too I bought everything for a riverside feast" He smiled affectionately looking down at your linked hands and pulling you to the grassy riverbank and putting down the blanket for you to sit on. He got you comfortable before sitting himself behind you sliding a leg each side of you so you could lean back against his chest.

"I love you baby" you whispered as he picked up a grape for you to eat.

"I love you to Kitten and I always will".

Changbin

Changbin's week off had started that morning and despite not having to actually turn up to practice or the studio he could not turn off the part of his brain that was frantically trying to get melodies recorded and lyrics written. Despite telling you he would be over in the late morning it was now almost 6 o'clock and he was yet to move from his desk, groaning he sent you a quick text

I'm so sorry pretty girl I got stuck in my head can we still meet? I love you xxx

It's ok lover boy I understand inspiration is not something you can time. I still really want to see you tho xx

Yes! I'll pick you up at 8 dress comfy we aren't going anywhere fancy just somewhere for us xxxxxx

Relief swept over him as he saw you weren't mad and he slowly showered, dressed and made himself look slightly less rough after sitting in front of his equipment all day, before grabbing two hoodies, one of which he wore, and his keys he went down to the garage to get into his car. You apartment wasn't far but he was excited to see you so he drove the 10 minutes to your place and knocked on your door.

"Hi handsome, I thought you said 8" you whispered letting him and kissing him soundly.

"I did but I wanted to see you say sorry for missing you today" he pouted slightly but was very pleased as you tried to kiss the pout from his face. "When you are ready we can go no rush though my pretty girl"

You smiled at him and finished brushing out your hair opting to just put it in a simple ponytail since Changbin was in a hoodie and jeans it wasn't going to matter too much if you didn't straighten your hair. Leading you from your apartment he opened the passenger side door for you helping you in before getting himself seated in the drivers seat. You drove around for hours just talking about life, his future dreams, your future dreams, singing in funny voices and occasionally you just staring at his handsome face and his thumb stroked your knuckles.

"I was thinking pretty baby, maybe we should get some snacks and have a little picnic in the car while we look at the stars" Changbin smiled as he glanced at you while stopped at a traffic light not wanting his time with you to end.

"That sounds like an excellent idea" you grinned quickly pecking his lips and squeezing his thigh before the light changed making him blush under the bright street lights.

Hyunjin

You had known from the very beginning that Hwang Hyunjin was two things he was a hopeless romantic but he was also a dramatic klutz so dates were always something else akin to a tv drama plot. He always made sure you felt like the most beautiful princess on the planet but sometimes things ended in you both dissolving into fits of laughter in between him pouting about how his plans had been ruined. Today's date so far had only been the picture perfect romantic event and you were endlessly grateful to him for it.

Your date had started in the late morning Hyunjin showing up at your door with a bunch of beautiful peonies before he whisked you away to get coffee and then to an art class that he has signed you both up for Hyunjin loved all forms of arts so you were always more than happy to accompany him as he explored his passion, you loved watching the pure happiness on his face as he learned a new technique or discovered a new artist he wanted to learn all about.

So you stood in the entry of the studio iced Americano in hand talking with one of the other artists that would be attending the class when you came to a sudden realization that you were sure that your sweet protective boyfriend had not yet come to. Excusing yourself from the others you stepped towards where Hyunjin was talking to an older gentleman who ran the studio.

"Hyunjin, my love" you whispered softly tugging on his sleeve to get his attention, he politely ended his conversation and turned to you with curiosity burning in his eyes.

"Yes princess" he mumbled moving his lips closer to your ear.

"Do you realize you have signed us up for a life drawing class?" you murmured trying not to giggle as you turned your face to his watching his brow furrow in confusion then his eyes go from curious to as wide as they possibly could, if it wasn't for how much you knew Hyunjin was about to panic it would have been almost comical. "I'll take that as a no then?"

Without a word Hyunjin quickly intertwined your fingers and almost dragged you out of the building striding out with his very long legs taking half the amount of steps your shorter ones could manage. His face had turned bright red from the tips of his ears all the way to the collar of his shirt, you couldn't contain your laugh any longer as he started spluttering about how 'your innocent eyes couldn't see things like that' and 'how could you think he would intentionally subject you to naked strangers'. After at least 5 minutes of dramatic flapping Hyunjin eventually calmed himself again and became himself once more.

"New plan Princess how about we get some coffee and cake and eat it in the park under some trees?" he smiled before kissing your lips sweetly.

"That sounds perfect my Prince" you sighed kissing him again.

Han

Your precious Hannie was working himself too hard again and you knew it even if he tried to tell you otherwise, it was an annoying habit he had picked up after years working with Chan, but you couldn't be mad really you understood their drive to make the best songs they could, create the most incredible things they could imagine.

So after you discovered he was staying late in the studio again after the Vlive he had planned you decided to pull his attention away from his work for just a little while to help stop him burning out. Packing some fruits, cookies and cute picnic stuff you stopped at one of his favorite places to pick up some take away for you to both share for dinner. You made your way to the company and to his studio, you had been watching his live stream so you knew he was still in one of the conference rooms doing and that he was being teased on the group chat about something he had said, so you slipped unnoticed into he studio and started setting everything up from candles on the desk, for safety reasons, a blanket over the couch and the food and fruits on plates it looked every it the home made warmth Han always seemed to love.

Texting him that he shouldn't order anything to eat while he was live because you were going to drop something off to him, you waited for him to finish hoping he would like your surprise. 10 minutes later he opened the studio door to find you sitting on the couch grinning like a fool.

"Surprise baby" you sang at him throwing your arms in the air. His eyes widened then creased up in joy as he moved to you for a cuddle.

"You are so sneaky my little Cupcake" He smirked into your hair before settling you both down to eat.

Felix

What was meant to be a perfect sunny spring day had turned into a drizzly windy mess of a day so your plans with your precious sunshine boy had to be changed. But much to your joy Felix told you he had made a plan that only required you to meet him at his dorm dressed in a comfy outfit, which you naturally guessed meant it was going to be a movie or video game afternoon.

Turning up on time you were quickly almost knocked off your feet when you found yourself standing in Felix's bedroom which had become a perfect pillow fort, no pillow castle, retreat. Fairy lights were strung up around every corner of the room and pillows and blankets littered every surface and sitting in the middle of the floor was a serving board filled to the edge with brownies, cookies, cupcakes, chocolates and strawberries.

"Lixie, did you do all this by yourself?" you gasped looking at the beautiful scene in front of you which had been made with such care.

"Nah, I had some help from the others but I baked all the goodies myself, just for us, do you like it?" He grinned watching the happy expression on your face.

"I love it and I love you" you smiled back before he pulled you into his arms for a tight hug pressing kisses into your hair and he squeezed you.

"Ok sit down and get comfy Bub, I'll make us some hot chocolate and then we can spend all arvo snuggling" You pecked his lips softly before he flushed slightly and left the room to get your drinks. You knew you had hit the jackpot having Felix in your life he was even sweeter than the brownies he baked.

Seungmin

Packing up sandwiches he had made that morning, some fruits and some pastries from his local café Seungmin knocked on your front door just before 11 o'clock on a Saturday morning. Letting him in you found yourself swept up in a hug that was as warm as sunshine and as sweet as candy.

"I've followed all the instructions you gave me my love, can you tell me where we are going now?" you giggled as he finally started to let go of you.

"Nope it is still a surprise but it wont be long until we get there I promise" he smiled down at you with happy little half moon eyes. You huffed but accepted that he wasn't going to budge on the whole secret date idea he had come up with.

Leading you out of your apartment he waited for you to lock up before taking your hand in his and walking towards the car that was waiting for you. After a fairly short trip you found yourself in front of a large building, leading you in and passed security towards the elevators you were getting a little confused but Seungmin just kept squeezing your hand reassuringly. Finally you made it to the top secret location the roof of the building where you found what looked like a makeshift roof top garden, made from a tent less marquee draped in fabric, scattered cushions and beanbags and large potted plants

"How is this even here?" You asked in wonder looking at the fairy lights and soft blue fabric hung as a make shift roof to the marquee which looked like the perfect little private oasis for just the two of you.

"We used it for the photo shoot we had yesterday and I asked the company if they could leave it up for one more day for me to use and they said yes" He explained softly his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against him.

"It's beautiful" you whispered

"I thought we could relax, read, eat then maybe we could catch a movie on the way back to your place. Maybe make a whole day of it" he smiled shyly ducking his head slightly to kiss you softly.

"You have such brilliant ideas baby"

Jeongin had been away in Busan seeing his family for the last few days but he was getting back late in the afternoon and had asked you to meet him at the park by his house just before dinner so he could see you. You were excited to get some time with him before he started up another set of promotions which would keep him busy. but you were confused that he hadn't invited you to the dorm since that was usually the easiest way to spend time together. You got to the park while the sun was still fairly high in the sky to find him already waiting for you blanket under his arm and large bag in hand.

"Where are we going baby boy?" you asked eyeing what he was carrying.

"Everyone is at the dorm so I thought we could have a picnic for dinner" He smiled taking your hand in his and walking you into the park and along a path until he found a spot that overlooked the city scape slightly. Throwing out the blanket for you to sit you watched in awe as he started getting out various types of food and treats for you to enjoy together in the last of the afternoon sun.

"I thought maybe we could just sit and watch the sun set then go back to the dorm after if that's ok my little Boo" He smiled watching your face light up.

"This is the most romantic thing ever" you sighed moving to sit beside him and he put his arm around you and pulled you into his side.

"I was hoping you would like it" He grinned cheekily picking up a strawberry and popping in into your open mouth.

A/N: I wanted to post something to say thank you to everyone that follows me, comments on my works and reblogs my stuff. You are incredible and you really make me feel so happy so thank you.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #bang chan #lee know #lee felix #han jisung #seo changbin #yang jeongin #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin

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Show Me

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 1,823

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: On college break, Oliver and Cooper relieve some tension after being so busy.

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Fall break, finally. Despite going to the same school and seeing each other every day, Cooper and Oliver were so excited to be home together. Midterms had kicked their asses and they both were working so hard every day. It was Friday night when they got back from college. The Otto’s swarmed the two boys showering them with love and fake annoyance that they were back, Oliver could not stop smiling. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until they started the journey back home.

Because it was so late, the greetings were short lived. “Look, I’m glad you two are back but mama needs her beauty rest.” Oliver and Cooper giggled at classic Katie Otto before they retreated downstairs to the basement. They changed into their cheesy, matching pajamas (Cooper’s idea) and put on some music in the background. They laughed in hush as they recalled the memories their first semester gave them: Cooper joining a frat by accident and liking it (then being asked to move in by the president because he liked Cooper so much), the LGBT club approaching Oliver and saying its obvious, Oliver crying because he saw a squirrel eat a piece of popcorn (the stress of midterms was getting to him…hard).

As Oliver was rambling on about some guy in his pre-law club who kept saying “do you know who my dad is?”, Cooper couldn’t help his eyes from wondering down to Oliver’s lips. He listened intently even responding with an occasional gasp or “you’re so right”. Eventually, Cooper looked back up at Oliver’s eyes.

Cooper leaned in and softly kissed Oliver. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, letting the music wrap its warm sounds around them, gentle hands resting upon different parts of the body.

“Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed this. Everyday I thought about you.” Oliver groaned; he truly did miss this. With everything going on at school: studying, joining one of the most active clubs on campus, going to Cooper’s frat parties even when he has an 8am the next day, and so much more, he did not have time to really hang out one on one with him. They still had to be careful in the frat, Cooper was new and barely knew these guys and also did not want to hear “Just so you know, I’m not into you but I am okay with the whole being gay thing.” Sigh.

“Yeah…well, what did you think about, hmm?” He slowly pushed Oliver back on the couch until he had him pinned; he held Oliver’s hands by his head as he laid a couple kisses along his jawline. “Go on, Babyboy, tell me everything.”

Oliver blinked hard and slowly, trying to clear his mind but couldn’t. “I-I would uhm…” He trailed off but soon felt his cheeks go hot when he started to think about what he used to think and do. Cooper’s grip got tighter on his wrists, and he knew that meant hurry up. “I would think of you.”

“Well, I would sure hope so.”

“I would think about you on top of me.”

“Like this?” Coope rolled his hips slightly making Oliver moan and arch his back up. He did this for a little while before sucking marks onto Oliver’s neck. “Go on.” He continued a trail down the visible neck.

“Yeah uhm, then I would…ohhhh.”

Cooper pulled away completely staring down at Oliver with faux disappointment, but it felt real in the moment. “Do I have to stop or are you going to finish what you were saying?” Cooper sat up and beside Oliver as he asked the question, he looked away “uninterested” as if we get up and walk away at any moment.

Oliver scrambled up and onto his knees beside Cooper, his nimble fingers clinging to Cooper’s arm.

“No, please, no, no, no, I’ll be good. I will tell you every though I had, everything I did to myself, oh please!” By the end, Oliver was basically crying but it seemed Cooper could not care less (though he did, greatly. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and caress his face and wipe away the few tears that escaped.

Cooper looked as though he was pondering something significant, he turned towards Oliver and pushed the disheveled boy to lay back on the couch. Oliver fell back with obedience: he propped himself up on his elbows and legs spread so he could look at Cooper. His brain tried to think of what was going to come next: was Cooper going to crawl up between his legs and fuck him like no tomorrow? Was he going to give Oliver a blow job? Was he going to leave him there high and dry and see how long it takes Oliver to start actually begging? God, he hoped anything but that.

Cooper could see the ongoing battle of anxiety of what was to come war on in Oliver’s head. “I have a better idea than you just telling me what you did and thought.” Oliver looked into Cooper’s eyes, not a coherent thought could be formed, what was he going on about? “How about you show me?”

Oliver’s mind went blank. Show him…how do…I can’t…but I really could. They stayed there in silence for a moment, Oliver couldn’t help but feel exposed about this idea; touching himself in front of his boyfriend while he just watched but oh did the vulnerability feel so good.

“Yes, so uhm, typically it would start after I got off the phone with you or I would just be laying in my bed at night, alone. Then I would start thinking.”

“Go on. Tell me what you would think about.”

Oliver started to push his shirt up to his chin exposing his torso. “I would think about how you touch me. How you would trail hickeys down my neck and chest and thighs, how you were marking me as your own. I would think about how well you take care of me.” Oliver looked down sheepishly, he didn’t know why that last part felt so intimate for even his boyfriend but it was true. He would think about how Cooper protected him from the rumors at the frat, how he would walk Oliver to class when get possible, how he would only let Oliver walk on the inside of the sidewalk, just every little thing Cooper did to make Oliver feel safe and well cared for.

Cooper couldn’t help but feel his chest puffed up with love and somewhat pride that he could make his boyfriend feel so loved and protected. Call him cocky.

Oliver started to lightly trace down his neck and go down to his nipples. “Then I would think about how you would tease my nipple softly.” He finally brought his hand down softly to his right nipple and started rubbing roughly. “Then usually you would start to leave hickeys on the other one so I had to improvise.” Cooper was a little confused by what he meant but soon found out exactly what he meant; Oliver brought his other hand down so now he was pinching and twisting roughly. Oliver was rolling his hips up and down hoping for friction but got nothing.

Cooper felt his mouth water and hand twitch with the need to just touch the angelic boy in front of him. Instead, he turned completely towards Oliver resting his back against the arm rest and started to palm himself. He groaned softly.

Oliver kept this up for a few minutes before finally reaching his hands down to his plaid pajama pants. He lifted his hips up to push them to his thighs before reaching down to start touching himself. Cooper did not like his view being abstracted so he leaned over and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Oliver gasped and his eyes flew open: he hadn’t even thought about his pants being in the way, he was just doing muscle memory.

“Good boy.”

Oliver moaned, loudly; he realized his mistake when he saw Cooper’s worried face. He calmed his breather before he reached down and started to jerk himself off. He soon became extremely aware of the situation: Oliver almost completely naked touching himself while his boyfriend watching his every move completely clothed. Feeling displayed made the whole situation hotter.

Oliver continued to slowly jerk himself off while twisting his nipple. He was trying so hard not to make a noise, but it was so hard. There was so much pleasure coursing through Oliver: the physical pleasure, the pleasure of looking up at Cooper who was moaning slightly, just the pleasure of finally being with Cooper one on one, just everything was too much but not enough. “Oh fuck Cooper.” Oliver hissed out and twitched his legs.

“Not yet.” Cooper knew the infamous leg twitch, he was close as well but want to watch Oliver whine and huff. Oliver went to pull his arm away to help himself from coming. Suddenly a sharp pain formed on the inner side of his thigh, he looked up at Cooper and registered that he slapped Oliver’s thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oliver blinked a few times then opened his mouth to respond but let out a quiet sorry and continued what he was doing. It was slightly painful now but it still felt so good. He looked up to Cooper with pleading eyes but was ignored. He almost started crying.

Cooper started to pick up his hand movements and panting. Oliver looked down and say a dark spot start to grow, that’s when he started whining more with tears falling softly down his face. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!

Oliver’s eyes rolled back as the edging was beginning to cross the line to overstimulation. “Keep you eyes on me.” Oliver groaned as he forced his eyes to Cooper’s, Cooper decided to take pity on his boy when he saw the red cheeks and tears streaming down his face. “Go ahead.”

Oliver let out a yell but he couldn’t care less, it felt so good. He started breathing heavy after he came, he couldn’t help his eyes from falling shut. He could hear Cooper shuffle around the basement and him change his pants. He heard his footprints walk away but could not open his eyes to see where his boyfriend was off to.

Oliver was jerked awake from his sleep (he didn’t even know he fell asleep) when a cold washcloth wiped across his torso to clean up the cum. Oliver smiled gently, he felt so loved. Cooper threw the washcloth somewhere on the floor near the couch and maneuvered Oliver to big spoon him. He leaned up and kissed Oliver’s temple the snuggled into Oliver’s back.

Oliver felt warm all over before sleep took over the both of them.

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Oh gosh, the hc post with the 'cute lil housewife with a breeding kink' prompt was absolutely perfect! Would you be willing to write hc's of the same prompt but with Swk, Macaque & Red son? (Also preferably nsfw 😳👉🏻👈🏻)

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Monkie men being complimented on their Beutiful lashes!

Tumblr keeps deleting my progress on this so sorry this took so long, blame Tumblr.

Sun Wukong The Monkey Kid

You were laying on Wukong's lap, looking up at his face as he read poetry.

You watch as his lashes swayed side to side, up and down as he read the contents on the page.

His lashes were long and had a curl to them. They had brown roots but they turned an orange half they, making his hair and furr.

"What are you starin' at?" He asked before arching his head downwards to look at you with a smile and half lidded eyes.

"Your eyelashes are really beautiful." You smiled up at him, only to get the book gently swatted at you.

Wukong chuckled, his cheeks being a bright red as he was blushing. He covered his face with a hand, his chuckles turning into laughter.

"I'm not making fun of you!" Your said as you threw your hands up with a pout.

"Do you like making me flustered, Peaches?" He asked, pulling the book away and letting you see his face.

You blink then smiled. "Only because I love you, sunset."

He leaned down to you and gave you a kiss.

Macaque the Six Eared Macaque

You and Macaque were simply laying around on the couch watching some TV.

His body furr was sweaty from just coming home from training but you still kept your arms around him, giving him a side hug. In return his arm was wrapped around your waist.

You looked up at him only to see his eyes closed and his breath was even.

You were going to yell at him for falling asleep like this, but you ended up just watching him sleep.

His eye lash looked really soft and were a nice silky black. They looked thin but he had a lot of them so it evened out. They were mostly in a straight line, only having a slight curl to them.

You didn't think you were staring for too long until one of his eyes cracked upon and looked straight at you.

You blushed and snapped your head away. "S-sorry!"

"What were you staring at? Is there something on my face?" He asked, starting to rub at the bridge on his nose.

"No, no!" You put your hands up and sat up properly. "Your eyelashes just look really pretty."

He was silent for a moment before letting our some air and turning away.

You would think he was annoyed with your statement until he started caressing your back with the back on his knuckles.

You smiled gently and wrapped your arms back around his waist.

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[SLIGHT LMK S3 SPOILERS??]

Ok so I’ve had this au in my mind about what if Macaque never joined LBD’s side and actually formed a truce with the gang to defeat her. I know the gang + Wukong would definitely be skeptical and not treat him fairly even if he was trying to be civil, so what if Y/N was the only one who treated him nicely? Like getting him food, helping with wounds, talking with him, etc?

SEASON 3 SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Macaque grumbled as you patched him up. "You don't need to help me, Y/N."

"You literally can't even reach the wound, Macaque." You retorted, tightening up the bandage.

Macaque turned his head tightly and looked from the corner of his eyes just to see Wukong and MK glaring at him. He scoffed and looked away.

"I mean you don't need to risk your friendship with them just to help me."

You tilted your head in confusion. You turned your head to look at Wukong and MK, only to see them waving. You waved back and turned back to Macaque.

"They will come around, Macaque. I know there will." You smiled at you, your hands leaving the bandages once everything was tidied up.

"You sound like them, you know?" He pouted, turning his head away from facing you.

You leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Lightened-up, Macaque."

Macaque grew quiet, looking up at you with his cheeks warming. He was going to say something but MK grabbed your wrist and pulled at it.

"Y/N! I need you help- Like now. Over here!." MK said, pulling you away from Macaque.

Macaque's eyes followed you before he felt pain at the back of his shoulder. He looked behind him, seeing Wukong's feet. He looked up and frowned.

"What do you want, bud."

"Stay away from Y/N, Macaque. They don't need to be influenced by you." That was all Wukong said before walking after MK.

Macaque glared at the two before there were at out his sight. He rubbed his hand on his cheek and smiled.

Maybe changing for you wouldn't be so bad.

771 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

Can you pls do romantic hcs of normal Sun Wukong & Nezhu (Separate) x Fiancé reader?

878 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i love your writing (especially how you write Sun Wukong)! can i have some soft HCs of Sun Wukong and Macaque cuddling with their S/O and giving the monkey boys head scritches, please?

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Headscratchers? Onto the Monkey boys? Fluff. Pure, pure fluff.

Sun Wukong

Look at this man and tell me he isn't touch starved

If you can then you a liar

Anyway, this man cuddles you as if you were a body pillow.

He likes resting his head on your chest and hearing your heartbeat.

He is already purring just by the little attention you are giving him.

Once you put your hand into his hair and start to give him head scratches?

Oh, he melts.

He has melted so hard.

His purs sound as if he is an engine.

You won't be moving for sometime so I hope you brought snacks.

Macaque

Getting cuddles from Macaque is a hit and miss.

Like if you start them he will return them but the only time he starts a cuddle is if he has come home angry and grumpy.

He comes through that door wanting to break someone and he just, wraps his arms around you.

He grumbles and complains when cuddling, usually about how perfect you are and how no one else matters to him.

He actually likes to give you love bites along your neck while he cuddles you.

Grumpy little man.

So when you push your fingers into his hair and scratch him, he is very blushful and tries to hold down his purrs.

"What are you doing?" "Giving you scratches." "Disgusting... I didn't say stop!"

Very much in denial about how much he likes them.

He will get very hissy if you call him a cat.

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Sneak Peeks

I’ve been ignoring prepping for Parent Teacher Conferences and doing my homework and instead working on fics. Here are some sneak peeks of what I have been working on! Please tell me what you are excited for and what you think/hope to happen!

There’s a mix of Marvel and Star Wars on this post so take a peek!

I’M FROM BROOKLYN, TOO ~ 156

Y/N placed her hands on the sides of Tony’s face. She closed her eyes and focused on what she wanted to show Tony. Images of Y/N’s life with the real Tony—her Tony—flashed in both of their minds. When it ended with the creation of Westview, Tony gasped and pulled himself away from Y/N. She opened her eyes, still crying. Her eyes were filled with pain and grief. Tony had pulled himself out of her reach, trying to wrap is mind around it all.

“I… I died…” he whispered. “But I’m here…”

“I know, I know,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”

“And AJ,” he paused, swallowing down a large lump of emotion growing in his throat. “He was never born…” Y/N could only nod in response. “So all this… it’s all a lie? An allusion?”

PART OF YOUR WORLD ~ 2

THIRTEEN YEARS LATER

“Come on, Y/N! You’re eighteen now. Surely your father can’t be too mad at you for going outside the palace boundaries,” Clint was annoyed.

“You know the rules, Clint,” you told your friend kindly. “I’m not allowed—“

“Past the fence,” he mocked. “It’s never too late to break the rule. Besides, how can the King even know?”

“Natasha, tell Clint that this is a bad idea. I would love to go to shipwreck cove, but I can’t.”

“Honestly, Y/N, I’m with Clint on this one,” Natasha admitted.

THE BOND BETWEEN US ~ 56

You were currently sound asleep in the safety of Obi-Wan’s arms. He was holding you close to him as he tried to study you the best you could. The years had been kinder to you appearance wise than they had him. But it didn’t necessarily matter because Obi-Wan knew he would love you no matter what you looked like. His beautiful little star. He was so lucky to have you, even if having you hasn’t been easy. The constant separation over and over again could have really strained the relationship—the bond—you both shared, but it only made you stronger and appreciate the precious time the two of you had together.

You let out a soft moan as you cuddled into Obi-Wan more, still clearly asleep. Obi-Wan smiled lightly before holding a kiss to your head. It was the still, quiet times like this that Obi-Wan loved the most. Where he could just hold you close and not have to worry about the craziness happening in the galaxy around you. Obi-Wan figured out that you were awake when he felt a light kiss tickle his bearded chin.

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE ~ 7

“Are you ever going to tell me who this guy is that you’re being so secretive about?” Natasha immediately asked as you entered the apartment after your small outing with Steve.

You jumped, your hand going over your heart as she startled you. “Gosh, Nat!” You exclaimed. “You scared me.”

“Well maybe if you stopped sneaking around, I wouldn’t have to.” Her arms were folded over her chest as her eyes narrowed at her. “You’ve been almost in a love-struck haze since you started work. Is the guy a coworker?”

“He’s not.”

“A customer?”

“You could say that.”

“You sure seem to be in love with him so quickly for such a short amount of time.”

“I’m—I’m not in love with him.” Natasha raised a brow at you, clear unbelieving. “I need to do a few things before I go to bed.” You headed toward your room. “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Night, Y/N. Sweet dreams!”

UNTITLED REQUESTED MODERN OBI-WAN ONE SHOT

You sighed as you stepped out of your car and tried not to slam it. It was a Monday, which meant the weekend was over and you had to go back to teaching. Not that you hated your job, it was just exhausting and could take a lot out of you. And lately, it had been.

“Good morning, Miss L/N.”

Your lips couldn’t help but form a small smile at the sound of your coworkers voice. It was rough, yet smooth somehow. You turned to face Obi-Wan, trying not to swoon at how attractive you found him. His short auburn hair with the matching well ground beard helped bring out his sparkling blue eyes.

“Good morning, Mr. Kenobi,” you replied.

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Purple Angel || Eddie Munson - Chapter One

Summary: Stacy Cooper lives in Hawkins and she seems to have it all: she is rich, has perfect grades, has a dreamy boyfriend, and she is one of the most popular girls at school. So why in the world would she even consider relating herself in any way to long-haired freak, Eddie Munson?

Warnings: A bit of cursing

Word count: 2.2k words

CH.1 | CH.2

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CHAPTER ONE: THE CHEERLEADER AND HER BOYFRIEND

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Stacy’s life might seem like a whole cliché to others, but she really doesn’t care. She is happy with her cliché.

Everywhere she goes she hears people talking about her but she pays them no mind, unless they’re compliments. She knows a lot of people are just jealous of her for being rich and smart and pretty because not everyone can afford to be that successful.

She loves the attention as she walks through the halls, how so many heads turn once the smell of her sweet, distinctive perfume hits their nostrils, and the purple-colored blouse she is wearing blinds their eyes. Her long wavy hair seems to bounce up and down in slow motion with every step that she takes, her favorite purple scrunchie holding it up in a long ponytail that adds a casual yet angelic touch to her look. Stacy walks with her head held high and a delicate smile on her face, ignoring the nasty looks she receives from others as she focuses on just one curly-haired girl who is putting some stuff away in her locker. “Hey, cutie.” Stacy greets her best friend, Mackenzie.

Mackenzie turns around with a huge grin on her face, recognizing the voice immediately. She is wearing a beautiful floral jacket on top of her white shirt, jean shorts, and black tights. “Well hi there. You’re looking bubbly today.”

“What? Can’t I be bubbly?” Stacy says, innocently batting her eyelashes.

“Of course, you can, you can be whatever you want to be,” Mackenzie says dramatically, followed by a chuckle. “But there’s something different this time, I can tell.”

“Well… maybe I have something planned.” There’s a slight hint of mystery in Stacy’s voice as she says that.

Mackenzie raises an eyebrow as she goes to close up her locker. “Then, maybe you'd like to share it?”

“Or maybe I just want to leave you in suspense?” Stacy suggests.

Mackenzie rolls her eyes and then places a hand on her chest. “Oh gosh, don’t be like that, Stace. I’m just dying to know!”

Stacy shakes her head before feeling someone standing behind her, sneaking an arm around her and pulling her close. “Hey, gorgeous.”

She giggles once she recognizes her boyfriend’s voice and then turns in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him quickly on the lips. “Hey. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” He replied. “Last night, especially.”

“I know, I would’ve stopped by but I was studying with Kenzie,” Stacy explains apologetically.

“Yeah, wouldn’t want her to end up brainless like some people,” Mackenzie mutters, raising an eyebrow at Daniel. He glares at her as she says, “Anyway, I’m gonna go ahead and get to the classroom, Stace. I’ll leave you alone with your caveman.”

As Stacy rolls her eyes, Daniel scoffs. “I don’t how much longer I can stand your little friend.”

“She’s just teasing you,” Stacy tells him. “Pay her no mind.”

His expression becomes stern for a moment but it quickly softens once she changes the subject, just in time to avoid anything too explosive. “Are you ready for the game tonight?”

“Always,” Daniel replies, taking a hold of her hand. “I can’t wait to see you cheering for me.”

“Then I better give it my all.” Stacy’s smile is big as she leans in to kiss him again. This time it lasts longer as he grabs her hips, pulling her closer and getting a bit too carried away for a moment. The bell ringing works as an indication for her to break away from him, pecking his cheek when she notices his annoyed look. “I’ll see you later, alright?”

“Alright.” After he nods, she walks away.

While in class, and as the teacher is reading something from a book out loud, Stacy cannot contain her excitement any longer. Last night, after she came home from the studying session, she thought about her relationship with Daniel. He’s everyone’s dream guy, one of the most good-looking in school, perhaps. And there is no doubt that she’s clearly one of the prettiest girls around. Both of them are hot and popular, it only makes sense that they’re together. It also makes sense that they share intimacy together, in more ways than one.

Stacy bites her lip as she passes a note to Mackenzie, who is sitting next to her. Mackenzie furrows her eyebrows as she reads it.

‘I think I’m gonna do it tonight.’

She looks up at Stacy in a confused way before tearing out a piece of paper from her own notebook and writing something on it. She hands it to Stacy a few seconds later.

‘Do what?’

‘Sleep with Daniel. I was thinking of doing it after the party.’

‘… Are you sure?’

‘Yeah, why?’

“I just think that maybe you’re rushing a bit into this,” Mackenzie answers as they walk outside the classroom. “I don’t want you to feel pressured because he makes you feel that way.”

“He doesn’t pressure me, I truly want to do it,” Stacy reassures her. “Besides, we’ve been together for almost a year. I think It’s about time.”

“It’s not really about how long you’ve been with the person, though,” Mackenzie points out, still sounding doubtful about her friend’s sudden decision. “It’s about whether you really are certain that you trust them with something so important as that. It’s not a bad thing to be a virgin, you know.”

“God, Kenzie, when did you turn into my mother?” Stacy teases as she scoffs. “It’ll be fine, alright? I’ve given it a lot of thought and I have already made up my mind.”

Mackenzie gives her a look before she sighs in defeat. “Well, you’re right. If you really feel that you’re ready then… go for it.”

Stacy grins, nudging her on the ribs. “I’ll tell you all about it afterward.”

“Uh, no thank you, I’m good not knowing about it.” Mackenzie grimaces while Stacy laughs and wraps an arm around her.

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The school’s gym is almost filled to its maximum, even before the game actually starts. With each game that goes on through the years, the crowd gets bigger and bigger, to the point that the hype of the Hawkins team winning so much became the talk of the town at some point. Stacy also loves the attention that the cheerleaders receive, especially during the pep rally. It’s probably her favorite part of the whole event, that and watching her boyfriend play against the other players like It’s nothing.

She walks towards Chrissy Cunningham, who is taking a sip out of her water bottle. “Ready?”

Chrissy smiles after setting down the bottle, picking up her pom poms to give Stacy an answer. “Absolutely.”

All cheerleaders get into position, soon followed by the start of their routine as soon as the marching band begins to play. Stacy gives the audience her best smile, as she usually does. Cheerleading, to her, is everything; she feels her best when she’s doing it because that’s when she can feel that all eyes are on her. She hates the uniform but she is not worried about her appearance in the slightest because, even though the colors are horrific, she still makes it look good. And that is evident whenever she catches other basketball players staring at her for a bit too long.

When the Hawkins’ Tigers come out, led by Jason Carver, the cheers from the crowd grow ten times louder. By the time the game starts, the crowd is going wild. Stacy, alongside the other cheerleaders, is sitting on a bench as they too join the wave of students. Daniel’s eyes meet hers every now and then; every time he scores a point he smiles in her direction. However, he’s not the only one calling out for Stacy’s attention…

“I don’t want to sound gossipy,” Mackenzie leans in to talk in Stacy’s ear. “but there’s a guy from the other team who just can’t stop looking at you.”

Stacy furrows her eyebrows. “Which one?”

Mackenzie nods in the guy’s direction and Stacy squints her eyes a bit to get a better look while the Tigers’ coach calls a time-out. Indeed, when they turn in his direction he is already looking at them. At Stacy. His dark hair is tied up in a bun and his tan skin tone is glowing due to the sweat, but he is still very good-looking. He smiles at her before jogging back to where his team is now gathering. Stacy and Mackenzie look at each other before bursting out laughing.

As the game continues, the scores begin to get tight. The Tigers are winning but the other team is not staying too far behind. Stacy can see that Daniel is starting to grow frustrated, mainly because of the speed with which the other team is catching up. Whoever wins this game will play in the championships and she knows how much that means to him. She hates thinking about how upset he’ll get if they lose.

The buzzer sound comes in again, indicating that someone just scored a point. To Stacy’s surprise, It’s the same guy that was looking at her earlier. She’s not surprised because of who it is —she is more surprised at the fact that he had managed to steal the ball from Daniel himself, something no one had done yet. She now knows that that is going to bother him for the rest of the game.

The guy turns to Stacy once again, this time throwing in a wink that almost makes her blush.

Unfortunately, though, she’s not the only one who sees it…

Daniel walks towards the guy, pushing him without hesitation once he realizes who he’s winking at. When he regains his balance, the guy gets on Daniel’s face, both of them saying inaudible stuff to each other, but Stacy knows that they can’t be any good. She stands up from her seat, almost walking over to Daniel but his other teammates beat her to it, pulling him back before he can do something much worse. He gets a foul for pushing another player and Stacy feels bad when he’s forced to sit on the bleachers, right next to Lucas Sinclair, who seems to want to reassure Daniel but decides against it once he notices him glowering at the other team.

The good news is that the Tigers manage to win, regardless. Although Daniel does not look as mad as before, he’s still looking heated as he shows off their victory in the other team’s face. Stacy and the other cheerleaders are clapping excitedly. She and Chrissy stand up; Chrissy runs to Jason’s arms and he spins her around. Stacy goes to do the same with her boyfriend but when she tries to wrap her arms around his neck, Daniel pulls them away. Her smile fades at the sudden gesture, wondering why he would do that to her.

Before she can say something about it, Daniel grabs her by the wrist and drags her out of the gym. He finally stops in the middle of a hallway, where it is dark and everyone who is still at the game sounds muffled. “What the fuck was that out there?” is the first thing that Daniel asks.

“What are you t-”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Stacy,” Daniel points an accusing finger at her. “I saw that son of a bitch winking at you and you didn’t seem to mind it at all.”

Stacy stares at him in disbelief. “What was I supposed to do? And besides, It’s not my fault that other guys like me!”

“Well, maybe you don’t have to look so happy when another guy flirts with you right in front of me.” He snaps.

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration and rests the other one on his hip. “You’re acting as if I fucked the guy!”

“If there was no one else around, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d actually fuck him.”

She lets out a low gasp. Yes, maybe she enjoys it when guys give her a little bit of attention. Yes, she cannot deny that the guy is very easy on the eye. But would she ever cheat on Daniel? Never. She is not that type of girl and she thought that he knew that by now. He’s just angry. He doesn’t mean that.

“Hey,” Stacy calls to gain his attention. His eyes are looking down at the ground as he begins to slowly pace back and forth. “I was going to wait until tonight to tell you but-” she walks closer to him, cautiously grabbing his face in her hands and stopping him in his tracks. She starts to think that maybe Daniel will pull away but, to her surprise, he stays still. “-I’m ready… I’m ready to give myself to you.”

At this, Daniel does look up, his expression drastically changing. He doesn’t look so mad anymore. “You’re serious?”

Stacy nods, biting her lip. “I want to show you that I love you, and only you.”

Daniel’s smile at that moment is the biggest that she’s ever seen on him. His perfect teeth are in full view; it is the most beautiful sight to see him so happy. “Okay, then.” He says.

She smiles back and he kisses her. She is glad that he has calmed down, that he is not doubting her loyalty any longer. He has no reason to do so because she’s his, and no one can ever change that.

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SwordBright 2

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The vampire Queen, or Karry, as she preferred to be known when she wasn’t dressed up in red leather and terrorizing a crowd, lived in an extremely expensive apartment in downtown Toronto. No one was supposed to know where she lived, or even what she called herself outside of her villainous activities. But as Oasis entered the elevator of the incredibly posh building, they wondered how no one had ever made the connection. Everything in here screamed rich, casual disdain of one’s fellow beings, from the actual chandeliers on the ceiling of the lobby to the valet that went around parking people’s cars, like this was some sort of five stars hotel people just happened to live in year round.

Oasis looked at the mirrored panels on the elevator walls, reflecting them infinitely from all sides. Gosh, but Karry must have hated this place. She was such a snob that she couldn’t stand to live anywhere less dramatic, but she must have hated it all the same. She really was much more of a ‘haunted manor in the forest’ kinda gal. She definitely wasn’t a mirror kinda gal, and mirrors weren’t usually all that fond of her, either. Especially those backed in silver.

At this point in time, technically, Oasis didn’t know her that well. Their Nemesis-hood was still in it’s infancy, so to speak. That was about to change. Oasis had thirty years of forewarning, and not a lot of patience left. They were sure Karry would understand. They would make her understand.

They exited the common elevator into a beautiful hallway, and went straight to the other, private elevator hiding between two tall and lush potted plants. This one had a keypad, and went to the penthouse, where no one but Karry and the building staff had access.

Without even the slightest hesitation, Oasis keyed in the password, certain that Karry hadn’t changed it once in thirty years. She was a creature of habit, as most vampires were, and Oasis planned on putting their knowledge of those habits to very good use.

***

The small reception room that waited at the other end of that elevator was as posh and ridiculous as the rest of the building, but on the front door of the penthouse itself was finally something that indicated who might live here. Oasis stared at the brass knocker, amused and oddly charmed. Smack in the middle of the door, clashing horribly against it’s white blandness, was a large metallic bat holding a ring in its claws. It must have shocked the building staff quite badly when she’d gotten it installed, unless they’d chalked it off to rich eccentricity. And really, if she’d lived here any amount of time, they must have eventually gotten used to her quirks. Everything in the apartment beyond, Oasis knew, was either cursed, gave out the appearance of being cursed, or seemed to have been custom-made with the words “rich gothic lady” in mind. It had been a bit terrifying at first, but once Oasis had gotten used to it, they’d found it to be quite charming. A bit nerdy, even, in the way only themed weddings and dracula cosplayers could be.

Oasis took a hold of the knocker and let it fall three times on it’s base, the rich brass sound echoing into the apartment beyond. They fell back on their heels, something like nerves finally working their way through their body.

After a few minutes, during which they considered knocking again, the door was wrenched open. Karry stood on the other side, dishevelled and confused, as if she couldn’t quite understand what was going on. She looked like she’d been sleeping, her long black hair tousled, her face cleaned of her usual heavy makeup. A soft-looking, deep red silk bathrobe was wrapped hastily around her body, its gaping collar and short length revealing long expenses of white skin.

Oasis looked her up and down, just to be a prat, and raised their eyebrows.

“It’s three in the afternoon.”

Karry’s mouth, which had been gaping open, closed with a snap. Then, she pulled the top of her robe more firmly closed and scowled at them.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I need your help.”

Karry looked like the world had just turned upside down. “What?” She looked around, as if reassuring herself that reality was still in place, and then repeated “What?” slightly louder.

Oasis sighed. They really didn’t have time for this.

“Look,” they began. “I know we were trying to kill each other, like, yesterday, but I’ve just travelled backward in time. I’m from thirty years in the future, and I need your help. The future is shit, alright? Like, end of the world shit. And we need to stop that from happening.”

“The future,” she mouthed, then “we?”

Oasis was starting to get annoyed. It was hard for them to see her like that, to see her alive, if that word even applied to someone like her. Even though it had all gone downhill between the two of them in the end, Karry had still been a big part of their world for something like three decades, and they’d missed her after the end of the world. The faster she got on with the program and helped them, the better it would be for everyone involved. They had thirty years before the event, but still. Every minute counted.

Not to mention that they didn’t really look forward to the weirdness that was sure to happen now that she didn’t remember any of their shared past/future. Oasis didn’t have the first clue how to talk to a person that they knew, but that didn’t know them. Not properly, anyway. But at least they knew that they wouldn’t have the chance to properly connect with her while standing in the middle of the corridor.

“Look, I just know you, okay?” they huffed, waving a hand in the air. “I know this is something you’ll want to help me with. Just let me in!”

Karry seemed to shake herself, and then stood more firmly into the entrance of the door, blocking the apartment beyond with her slim frame. Her hands, loose at her side, twitched, as if she was seconds away from unsheathing the claws Oasis knew from experience were deathly sharp. This was her battle stance, they knew, or close to it, and they weren’t sure whether to be wary, or relieved that the gravity of the situation finally seemed to be sinking in. Even if she did look disarmingly soft in her thin bathrobe.

“Why should I help you? Are we friends in the future or something?”

“No,” they said, honestly, although they weren’t quite sure how to describe what they’d been, once upon a time before the end. “It’s more like… Do you watch anime?”

She blinked at their apparent non-sequitur, but she wasn’t closing the door yet. Besides, Oasis had seen how she dressed, so they went on before she could answer: “you know how in an anime, the season one villain ends up being small fish next to the season seven villain, and then they just sort of become like a weird murderous uncle - or aunt I guess - to the main cast?”

Karry frowned at them, and they shifted awkwardly in place. Why couldn’t she just be chill, for pete’s sake? They hadn’t even brought their sword.

“And then they just, I guess,” they continued, now committed to this weird rambly explanation of theirs, “they become sort of allied with the main characters even though they still have their own evil plans and stuff but they don’t want to see the world destroyed, you know? It’s like that. It’s been like that between us for years.”

She frowned at them for a little bit longer, and then her hands relaxed, a minute twitching that someone who hadn’t spent as much time fighting her as Oasis might not even have noticed. “Like Zuko?” she asked.

“What? No!”, they said, somehow offended by that remark, as though the sanctity of cartoon storytelling was of any great importance, right now. “Zuko had a full on redemption arc! We — you — It was never like that.”

“… Like Vegeta, then?”

Oasis blinked. “I never really watched Dragonball,” they admitted sheepishly.

“Me neither,” she retorted with indignant irritation. “You’re the one who brought anime into this!”

“Forget anime,” they said, waving their hands around, fully aware that this conversation had somewhat gotten away from them. “Can I just come in?”

Karry rolled her eyes and finally, blessedly, moved away from the door.

“Come in. Get comfortable, or whatever. I’m going to go get dressed. This doesn’t seem like a conversation to be had naked.”

Oasis, despite their weariness, despite their pain and anxiety and the looming end of the world, still managed to blush at that comment, betrayed by a twenty years old body that still felt too young and too fresh. Karry seemed to notice, and huffed softly as she disappeared into the recess of her apartment.

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