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euaphoric · 9 months

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・゜ ʚɞ ゜・゜

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader (established relationship) ✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, very suggestive but no actual sm*t in this, cute kissing & cuddling hhh, oc is called “little girl” like once

another 4 am post, im on a roll w these hehe >:3 but i just wanted something to post for my bday (even tho this nothing to do w birthdays?? LMAO) and i can’t get this damn live out of my head like he’s fckung inssne sffdsgsh n e ways this is lowk corny but enjoy lol.

the faint sounds of birds chirping awoke you from your nightly slumber, eyes fluttering open to your wide awake boyfriend scrolling on his phone. he seemed to be very focused on whatever he was watching, wondering how long he’s been awake for. you prop yourself up slowly on your elbows, barely able to move a muscle from feeling sore by last night’s events. you two can go at it for hours at a time - you forgot how much of a real workout it is being on top. it’s impossible so hard to resist him though, you love that jungkook has just as much of an insanely high libido as you, literal match made in heaven.

waking up to him everyday already felt like a blessing in itself honestly. he was the epitome of perfection; in only a pair of boxers, staring at his chiseled figure, toned biceps, those muscles?? yeah you were beyond down bad for him. but he was just as down bad (debatably more) for you too. your raging hormones were really getting the best of you. your first thoughts were to violently make out with him but instead you settle for some sweet cuddles right now, coming closer to nuzzle in his bare chest. “g’mornin’ sleepyhead.” jungkook mumbles, averting his attention to you instead of the screen. “took you long enough to wake up!” his arms went to cage around your form. “what time is it babe?” you ask, a slight yawn slips out, still feeling groggy.

“7 am.” “wait- really?!” you were so confused, you weren’t expecting it to be this early since usually you don’t wake up until around 10 or 11. “yeah, i didn’t get much sleep though.” his soothing touch runs down your back, pressing delicate kisses to your forehead. this was home to you; feeling his warmth against you, listening to his hums as he cradles you, never wanting to leave his embrace. you were living rent free in your boyfriend’s arms 24/7.“hmm, what should we do today?” you ask, peeking your head out a bit. “dunno… why don’t we just stay in and watch some anime?” his lips proceed to attack your face, pecking kisses all over until you’re physically sick of it. unable to utter a single word out from all the smothering, you just let him do as he pleases.

“but we do that everyday already koob.” you finally get to say once he comes up for air. “and? i see no objection here.” god he can be so stubborn at times… “c’monn, we should go do something today..” you pout, feeling bratty over his unwillingness to be social. you love staying in bed and binge watching shows with him but for some unknown reason you wanted to be adventurous today. “actually, i know what i wanna do today.” he smirks, biting his lip at you. of course, he only wants to stay inside because he’s horny-_-

you let out a tiny scoff, “ugh, perv!” nothing he says should ever surprise you anymore but it’s still fun to tease him. “only for you though.” he chuckled, pulling you back in but this time plants a wet kiss to your lips, “truthfully i just want you all for myself.” his hand brings your leg over to wrap around his waist. “such a selfish boy.” you tease some more, combing the disheveled strands of his silky hair. “mhm mhmm, that’s me.” he proudly admits, he acts very territorial over what’s his and would def gatekeep you from everyone if he could, no one deserves to see his precious bb but him:( “i’m still hella sore from yesterday, i don’t know if i feel like doing anything right now.” you timidly reply, butterflies forming in your tummy as he casually traces circles to your thigh. his eyebrows furrowed, “who said you had to do anything?”

he catches you off guard when suddenly his body shifts underneath, positioning you to be below him while hovering over you. when leaning in he stops midway to stare and admire your pretty lips, wanting so badly for them to be on his. he closes the distance to finally kiss you, giving you a million more butterflies as your body sinks into the mattress. you can sense all the passion and longing from just kissing him, it’s desperate yet filled with fervor, you feel his love immensely. when he gnaws your lower lip as entry, it becomes more heated - a full-on make out sesh occurs. fingers all tangled up in his locks while he caresses your upper body, lips moving perfectly in sync with one another. soon as you wrapped your legs around him a switch goes off in his brain, he needs you, like expeditiously. jungkook sneaks his hands up to your arms when he breaks away, pinning them above your head, you don’t know why but your first reaction was to giggle which puzzles him. “what’s so funny hm? keep thinking i’m playing little girl, i’ll have you begging we stay in.” he remarks, eyes shading darker as he doesn’t find any of this to be a laughing matter. “koo i-” he quickly cuts you off with another breathless kiss.

“shh, just lay back and relax pretty, let me do all the work for you.”

#jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook drabbles #jungkook imagines #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook fanfic

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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YANDERE! POP IDOL [EVE /JISOO HAN] x MANAGER! READER x YANDERE! ROCKSTAR [FEROZE KHAN]

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REHEARSAL

second part to REPLACED + this set of headcannons

Feroze belongs to @moyazaika and manager reader! This is only a fan-creation.

[ NEXT PART : RECREATIONAL ]

“Mr. Khan, this is so unfair!”

“What is ? “

“You get even more handsome each and everyday. I’ll need sunglasses at this point !”

“You flatter me too much.”

Feroze ran his hand through Eve’s silken black hair. No doubt enjoying the soft feeling around his fingers.

You were glad that Feroze and Eve got along. As happy as you could ever be even! Finally, your moody employer got along with someone else other than you. But nothing could shake this sinking feeling of dread in your stomach.

“Haha . . . “ Eve’s ears turned pink. You knew of his previous obsession with Feroze’s music before. That’s how you were first introduced to the rockstar. No doubt the idol was also enjoying the small act of affection.

“You two are getting along well.” You coughed, feeling a bit too much like a third wheel to all this.

“Mx. [Y/N]! Hey hey~!” Eve waved, basically flailing his hands with the amount of excitement in his movements, while Feroze only nodded after facing your direction.

You bowed to Eve, a habit you had a hard time turning off when you switched clients, in acknowledgment before turning to your rockstar, “You have another interview this evening. One last time before we go.”

And the rehearsal began. Eve had apparently learned to rap from one of his members previously and had incorporated that into the music. You knew this of course, as you’d often check in on his career once in a while and listen to some of his songs when Feroze wasn’t around. But it was still quite baffling to see how quickly he picked up the skill. It was a far cry from how he struggled before as a trainee and rookie idol.

Feroze preferred not having a choreography and Eve otherwise, so there were separate solo sections in the mix as well.

As always, your current client amazed you with his voice and skill on the guitar. After Eve’s number, he quickly captured your attention and kept it there for the rest of the performance.

Soon, the last note is played, and the two singers panting are all that’s left to hear.

Feroze looked over to the black haired man. The arena was a cold place but after moving around the stage a lot, Eve had started showering in his own perspiration. “You’re sweating all over, Jisoo.”

You were mishearing things. You had to. There was no way they were in first name basis already. No way. Eve was so unbothered with the way he was called that you almost thought you were imagining things.

“Ah . . . let me just . . .” Eve started removing his coat, about to walk off in search of a towel before Feroze held him by the shoulder, leaned forward,

and licked him.

You and Eve don’t even have time to react as Feroze had already pulled you to the exit. “Let’s go, meri jaan.”

“Did you just do what I thought you just did—“

“What?” Feroze had this stupid smirk on his face, seeing you all worked up over his actions.

“Don’t try this with me! What if someone saw you two ? !”

“They’ve seen me done worse.”

“I’m not talking about your reputation, Khan. Jisoo’s is as fragile as glass. He hasn’t done even half of the shit you have. He’ll be ruined!”

“What’s this? Calling him by his first name now? And where’s my rosy?”

“You called him Jisoo, too. And remember, no rosy when you misbehave.”

“Fine. I won’t do it again. In public at least.”

“Khan!”

“Okay, okay. I didn’t know you get like this when you’re jealous. It’s kinda cute.”

“Unbelievable!”

Feroze laughed as you stormed off. He really does love you so much.

Once you were out of view, he checked his phone to find a couple of messages from his partner in crime.

i believe i deserve a little thanks for my services?

i’m such a great wingman, aren’t i?

don’t get too cocky.

but

thanks.

hehe. anything for you mr. khan.

i told you to call me feroze, didn’t i?

anyways

tomorrow. us three. drinks.

last one to pass out gets to have [y/n] for the night?

you’re on.

“You know that Feroze’s a lightweight.”

“Mhm.”

“Yet you purposely agreed to have a drinking competition.”

“Right you are.”

“When your entire personality is based on getting drunk.”

“It’s a perfect set up isn’t it? And I don’t get drunk that often!”

“Right, just every single night you go out with the boys.” You crossed your arms. Flashbacks to cleaning off all the puke from not only Eve but the rest of your old clients entered your mind. “You know I have to leave and take care of him after this right?”

Eve’s already eerie smile got even wider, “Well, at least I got you all to myself now. Right at this moment.”

You shook your head, exasperated. “I never got you.”

“Hm?”

“You said you could never live without me. And for a while I thought you did. Leaving you was so difficult. I was ready to lose you.”

“But here you are, alive and well.” Unaware you indirectly told him that he’s supposed to be dead, you jolted when he suddenly started cackling. Thank god for private rooms.

“Baby, if you want me dead there are more direct ways of saying so.”

“No, of course not!”

“I know you don’t. You care about me so much.”

You found yourself suddenly trapped between his arms. His face right next to yours as he breathed in your scent.

“Because you’re the best manager the world could ever ask for.”

He placed a kiss on your shoulder, then your neck, your chin, and finally your lips. His was smooth, years of scolding him to use chapsticks more often actually worked. But you soon forget the texture as his tongue entered your mouth.

His hands explored and caressed your body, keeping you close to him while he enjoyed your taste.

Out of guilt from making out while Feroze lied there unconscious, you pulled away.

Eve doesn’t hide the disappointment on his face, but he also doesn’t try kissing you again. “What happens, happens. I’ll just work thrice as hard to earn you back.”

You didn’t realize his body was pressing up against you until it was gone and he had grabbed his coat, ready to leave.

“Or I could share. Wouldn’t mind doing that with Mr. Khan.”

“You—“

“See ya soon, world’s bestest Manager!”

It was almost scary seeing Jisoo in such a broken state. He had failed two evaluations in a row. One more time and he’ll be cut off from his dreams. This usually wasn’t the case for most trainees, but as he’s grown older and therefore less marketable, the higher-ups had double down on their rigid rules. Even employing a manager like you to keep him in line.

You were a massive slap to the face. But he had no one else to lean unto. His other relationships were all shallow and based on some flimsy, flowery words he’d spout at everyone. So, he found himself here, right beside you. Tears still wet on his beautiful face.

“Hey . . . c’mere.” You pulled him beside you. The boy didn’t like being touched, but he was too tired and jaded to resist. “Show them that you want this. Show them that you’ll do everything you can to reach your goals.”

You caressed his back. Even if your words weren’t much of comfort you could at least try physically calming him down. “If they keep kicking you down even after you work twice as hard then work thrice as harder. If your skill isn’t enough for them then show them your determination.”

“You can and will do this, alright Soo? I believe in you.”

And that was the final nail into the coffin. You felt him melt under your touch. His breathing finally started to steady.

“I will. I promise.” He raised his arms to embrace you. “I’ll make you proud, Mx. Manager.”

Eve’s fingers trailed over the tattoo on his face. It was cold out. Snow had covered the streets and a part of his newly dyed dark blue hair. But the alcohol, the clothes he wore and most of all the thoughts of you kept him warm.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun / moyazaika - genie | 2023

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Ok so I don’t know if your requests are open, but I’m going to drop one in case… 😅

A Joel Miller x Reader story where Joel and Ellie arrive to Jackson. Could it be a moment like where Ellie saw *possibly* Dina? They could make eye contact and maybe he’s interested in her and wants to know more? Something along those lines hehe.. You can totally add more whether it be spicy or fluff! :)

AN | Please this is just the softest idea. Plus - wing woman Ellie! 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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It happened so fast that he almost didn’t realize that anything had happened.

He was trying to listen to Maria, really he was, but he found himself zoning out more than he wanted to. Admittedly it was a lot to take in all at once and he wasn’t sure what to think or where to look anymore. He hoped that Ellie would be able to catch him up later although he had his doubts; she seemed just as distracted. Well then - maybe things would be easy to pick up on.

But then it happened. He heard something about communes and vegetable gardens but when he looked ahead, time seemed to slow down and the voices around him were muffled and distant.

He saw you. It happened so fast that he must have imagined it. You caught his eye and offered him a sweet smile but as soon as he blinked, you were gone.

It must have been his imagination playing tricks on him. He was tired and in desperate need of a shower and nap; surely you were nothing more than a mirage.

“Joel?” he snapped back into attention, finding Tommy, Maria, and Ellie all watching him curiously. His young charge raised an eyebrow, "everything okay?"

"Fine," he huffed indignantly, waving her off before the group continued to walk on. Maria was in front, back to explaining everything in detail as he and Ellie fell behind. She nudged his arm, silently conveying her question to him. They'd gotten to the point where they could easily communicate without words, "just a moment of distraction. Nothin' to worry about."

"I can find out what her name is," Joel almost stopped in his tracks at her sudden comment. This girl was way too observant - it was a blessing and a curse. His felt his entire being flush with warmth as he opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, "you're even prettier when you blush!"

"I'm not - I'm not blushing," he hissed but he knew he was. His face felt like it was on fire, "Ellie."

"Fine," she held up her hands innocently putting on a sweet smile in an attempt to get him off her scent. She had a plan - she was already plotting on how to get the two of you to meet, "I won't say or do anything. I'll be quiet as a church mouse or whatever that old saying is."

"Good," despite his hesitation and suspicions, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug, "good."

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Ellie Williams was a liar. A damned, dirty liar. But it was all out of affection and care for the man that had become her father figure.

He took good care of her and was always looking out for her best interests so for once she was going to return the favor. The man had been through a lot. He deserved some happiness too.

But she had to work smart and be subtle, otherwise her plan would explode in her face.

The first step? Naturally, she had to find you and get your name. It should have been simple…but of course it wasn't.

Jackson wasn't small but it wasn't that big either. There were more people in the community than she had bargained for and finding you again seemed an entirely impossible challenge. She'd managed a few fleeting glances at you and that was all she had to go.

After a few days of looking she'd almost given up hope.

Until she saw you tending to a flock of loudly bawking chickens. Bingo.

She pretended to be fascinated by the chickens…although honestly she was amused by them, and came over to you.

"Look at all those chickens!" Despite her initial thought that she would remain calm and calculated, her excitement got the better of her.

"Look at all those chickens," you agreed as you smiled at her. It took her a moment to realize you were standing there and watching her until she made a small sound of acknowledgement.

"I'm Ellie," she could hear Joel in the back of her mind telling her to find her manners, "we just moved here."

"It's nice to officially meet you, Ellie," you offered her your name and held out your hand for her to shake, "welcome to Jackson."

"Thanks," she shook your hand gently and you could feel her watching you in the way that kids often did when they were trying to glean everything about you, "it's nice being here."

"It's always nice to have new people here," you grabbed a bucket of seed for the chickens and held it out to her, "Tommy's really excited to have his brother back."

"Joel!" she almost shouted as her eyes grew wide with embarrassment, "his name is Joel. He's my…Joel."

You laughed, a sound Ellie decided she liked and that Joel would like. You tossed some seed to the chicken and Ellie followed suit, watching amazed as the chickens started to peck away, "well, if either of you ever need anything or have any questions just let me know. I was new here too once and it can be a little overwhelming."

"Thank you," Ellie knew all about things becoming overwhelming. Everything had changed for her so quickly since she'd met Joel, "are you-"

But she was interrupted by the call of your name from the distance. She silently cursed Chad, or whatever his name was, for interrupting her little plan.

"I gotta go," you offered her an apologetic shrug, "see you around, Ellie! Don't be a stranger!"

Don't be a stranger. Oh, she would make sure of that.

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“I know her name!” Ellie ran into the house, yelling, without even waiting to see if Joel was up. She found him in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of them, an unreadable expression on his face, “the girl. I know her name.”

“Ellie,” he sighed softly, but there was an affectionate bloom in his chest towards the girl, “I told you not to meddle.”

“You didn’t say that,” she sat down at the table and helped herself to some of the fresh orange. He gave her that look and she shrugged sheepishly, “not specifically in those words.”

“You’re trouble, kid,” he sighed, affectionate though tired. He was a tired dad, “I’ll entertain you for just a moment. What’s her name then?”

The young girl softly whispered your name and oh. He liked the sound of it. Even from the brief glimpse he caught of you, he thought it suited you perfectly. He repeated it, testing it out on his tongue and deciding that he liked it.

“Now you actually have to talk to her,” she was most pleased as Joel lightly scoffed at her, “you’re in love with her!”

Joel inhaled sharply and almost knocked the pan off the stove as he quickly turned around, “now just what are you talking about?”

“The look,” she shrugged lightly as if to say that it was all so obvious, “you had the look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The look of love at first sight or whatever,” she was now proceeding to shove some freshly baked bread into her mouth, “I’ve seen enough old movies and read enough books to know.”

“Well you must know something I don’t because there was no love at first sight,” right? Right. His hands were on his hips as he sighed at her, “that’s something made up for entertainment.”

“Whatever you say,” she made kissy noises at him and he cursed under his breath, “when you get married you can thank me. Trust me Joel, you had that look on your face."

“I had no look on my face,” this was ridiculous. She was ridiculous, “now eat your breakfast and get ready for school.”

“Joel-”

“Don’t make me ground you,” he waved the spatula at her but both of them had happy looks on their faces. It had been a long time since he had gotten to say those words. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed this. Ellie, on the other hand, had never really had someone that loved her as he did, that was a real parental figure. She liked it too, “do you want bacon and eggs and pancakes?”

“Yes please,” the two of them exchanged a look before breaking into soft smiles.

Yeah…this life was turning out to be pretty okay.

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Maybe there was some small part of Joel that hoped that once he had learned your name that he would somehow magically start to run into you in other places. Like that one bit of information would lead to much more.

Well, that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. It was like the universe was somehow trying to keep the two of you apart. Every time he arrived somewhere, you were leaving, or vice versa. Every time he spotted you in a crowd and made his way over, you managed to disappear. It was like a horrible game of cat and mouse.

Maybe he just had to accept that he wasn’t meant to know you. Even if he hated the idea of that.

But - somehow, magically or whatever - the day came when he was finally destined to meet you.

And he couldn’t have been less prepared.

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Joel was tending to his small flock of sheep, trying to clean out the dirt and muck out of their grazing area when he heard you. He was filthy; covered in sweat and dirt and probably smelling of shit. But there you were, pretty face and radiant smile waving happily at him.

But damn if that smile didn’t make him want to melt.

“Joel!” oh. He was in trouble; deep, deep trouble. He tossed his shovel down, swallowing thickly before exchanging a look with Gertrude (his favorite sheep but he’d never admit it, he didn’t want any of the others to get upset). She seemed to know what he was thinking and baa’ed at him before nudging her nose against his leg. He nodded before making his way over to you, trying to keep his walk calm and cool and not like he was overly excited.

“H-hey,” he nearly choked on the singular word as he reached you, separated only by the fence. If he smelled or anything, you didn’t seem to mind, not balking in the slightest when he said your name, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” you held out your hand and the poor man stared at it - so dainty and delicate compared to his - before shaking it. You laughed softly, sensing the nerves rolling off him, but in truth, you were nervous too, “after all this time I finally get to meet the infamous Joel Miller. It felt like the day would never come.”

“Y-you’ve been wanting to meet me?” there was no way; you were like an angel and he was anything but.. How could you have any interest in anything to do with him?

“I have,” you confessed softly, “it seemed like every time I saw and wanted to say hi you were gone in the blink of an eye. I finally just broke down and asked Ellie where you were.”

“Me?” he repeated, pointing at himself and casting a look around as if to make sure you couldn’t possibly be talking about anyone else.

“Yes,” you laughed softly, and the sound went straight to his heart, “who else could I be talking about? Unless one of your sheep is also named Joel. Then I’d like to meet him too - actually I kind of just want to meet your sheep either way. They’re so cute!”

“Yeah?” his brain was so frazzled that somehow any coherent thought he had left seemed to have left his mind. You probably thought he was an idiot but you had some sort of magnetic pull that kept him firmly in your orbit. He didn’t want to leave it - to ever leave your presence.

“Of course,” you thought it was endearing to see how nervous he became. Truthfully, you were just as nervous but managed to hold it together a little more, “listen, I’ve gotta go but do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“Dinner…tonight? With you?” alright, he was going to throw himself off a cliff.

“Dinner tonight,” you confirmed, “my house is the one at the end of your straight - with the yellow shutters. See you at six?”

“Six, y-yeah, yes,” he finally gained back some of his confidence, “should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself,” you smiled sweetly, “and Ellie of course, if you’d like to invite her.”

“Sure,” yeah, he’d ask her but part of them hoped she’d say no. He loved her so much, but he really hoped she’d say no this one time, “see you later.”

“See you later, Joel,” and then you did the unthinkable. You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. You gave him one last little smile before turning around to flounce away, “six o’clock, Miller!”

He felt like he was going to explode as he touched the spot on his cheek that had been blessed by your lips.

Maybe Ellie hadn’t been totally wrong on the love at first sight thing. He was definitely feeling something; something he hadn’t felt in a long time. And he loved it.

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“You met her finally,” Ellie looked most pleased with herself as soon as Joel walked in the door, “you’re welcome.”

“How’d you know?” he couldn’t even pretend to be grumpy as he looked at her in earnest. She shrugged innocently before sliding off her chair and going over to hug him; he warmed up and hugged her back without hesitation.

“Your face,” she stated obviously, “it’s written all over your face. You look happy.”

“I met her,” he confirmed and Ellie squealed in delight. He couldn’t help but match her smile, “and she asked me - us - over for dinner.”

“Oh, you’re totally gonna marry her,” Joel opened and closed his mouth a few times, “but I’ll pass on dinner. I’m going to go over to Dina’s.”

“You knew she was going to ask, didn’t you?”

“Not explicitly,” Ellie shrugged, “but I had a feeling. So….you can go and have your dinner with your love.”

“Ellie,” no malice, all affection.

“You’ll be thanking me for this in a few years,” she insisted, tugging on her sweater and reaching for a backpack, “and I won’t mind if I get a brother or sister then either. Maybe both, who knows!”

“Ellie…” his face was bright red by now.

“Love you!” she threw her arms around him quickly before running towards the door, “see you later - make good choices!”

“Kid…” he watched as she ran out the door and almost slammed it behind her in haste.

He didn’t even know what to say. Maybe nothing needed to be said.

All he knew was that for the first time in a long time, he was looking forward to the future.

One that involved you.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo

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boyfriendstevie · 3 months

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heeeeey bestie >:) i think it’s a NEED (not a want) that i get a blurb with prompt #5 of those best friends that fool around

this has been in my drafts for literal months, so here's a lil treat for u hehe | kinda mean steve, fwb w a hint of feelings if u squint (i can't help myself), fingering, afab!reader 18+ only!! mdni!!

Steve knows you like the back of his hand. Better, even. He knows your favorite flower, knows what will cheer you up after a bad day, knows what you look like after an ugly cry, knows how to make you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. That comes with the territory of being friends for your entire life. And now that you’ve… expanded your definition of friendship, he knows you even better. So he definitely knows when you’re about to cum, and is using it to his advantage.

“Asshole!”

The word comes out with much less bite than you intend, sounding more than a little pathetic as you let out a hiccupy sob. Steve’s been teasing you for what feels like hours, which, okay, is maybe deserved, considering you went out of your way to make him jealous, but this is bordering on cruel. The way he’s brought you to the edge more than once, with his mouth, his fingers, only to pull away before you can cum. Your thighs tremble around his figure, cunt clenching around nothing; a protest of your ruined orgasm.

He laughs, sounding smug as his eyes glint in the dim light of his bedroom, “What’s wrong, babe? I thought this was what you wanted. Wanted my attention, and now you have it.” As if to prove his point, two of his fingers dip into the well of slick at your entrance.

You let loose a breathless whine, your hips jerking in a desperate attempt to get Steve right where you want him. It works — if only for a moment — as his fingers slide to your clit, drawing another choked whimper from you, “Steve— f-fuck, please—“

It’s nearly evil, the grin on his face. He’s so pleased with himself, knowing exactly what will draw more of the noises he loves out of you. What will make you beg until he actually gives you what you want. Knows that if he draws a line up your inner thigh and cups your perfect cunt in his palm, you’ll make another pretty noise as you grind against the heel of his hand, desperate for anything.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters under his breath. This is almost as torturous for him as it is for you, his cock hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers at the sound of your moans. He doesn’t want to show his cards quite yet, though, and slowly circles one digit over your entrance, “Please what, baby? Christ, you’re wet, huh? There somethin’ you want?”

“Want—“ you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, jaw clenching and body tensing when Steve brushes your clit again with a featherlight touch, “Want you. Please, Steve. W-wanna cum—“

“Aw,” Steve coos, feigning sympathy as he pushes his lips out to match the pout on yours, “You wanna cum, babe?”

You nod frantically, hair crushed against his pillow underneath you, “Please. Need you.” Your cheek presses to your shoulder as you blink up at Steve and murmur an apology, “I— ‘m sorry for fl-flirting with him. Only w-want you, Steve. Only need you.”

Steve’s heart melts a bit, flutters in his chest at your admission, and he eases up on you despite himself, sinking two long fingers into your tight heat. You let out a shuddering gasp, a high-pitched whine as you clench around his fingers. He twitches in his boxers, all but growling as he leans over and captures your lips with his, fingers curling deep inside of you. It’s not quite enough, but you’re so close to falling apart, and you moan into the kiss.

He can’t find it in himself to continue denying you the pleasure you’re desperate for, and pulls back just enough to watch your face contort into one of bliss as his fingers pump in and out of you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit. “Gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” you gasp, writhing against the sheets, against Steve’s touch, as a white heat twists in your tummy like a coil about to snap. The thumb on your clit doubles down as your face scrunches up; Steve knows you well enough to know just how close you are, and with all the teasing, it doesn’t take long until you fall apart, his name on your lips.

“There you go. Atta girl,” Steve says as he lifts his hand to his lips, still a little smug, though it’s tinged with his own want. “Think you can handle my cock, baby? Think you can cum again for me?”

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mixtape-racha · 9 months

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YAYYYYYY 100 followersssss :) im so happy for youuuuu :)))))

okay, here is my request... hehe, im suchhh a sucker for hurt comfort and I loveeee fem 9th member au's. but like not smut or like fwb, just like a really juicy story y'know? I haven't been able to find any of those two categories combined tho, especially into like a longer fic, like it's always in the hundreds (I would love it if it was a little longer, no pressure tho :). literally, anything works, from some kinda mess up on stage to maybe you messing up a relationship w a member??? idk. I'm letting ur thoughts run wild here... THANK YOU AND CONGRATSSSS

(im sorry im really vague in requests lol)

YAYYYY THO IM LIKE REALLYYYY PROUD OF YOU<<<3333 LOV U BB KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DOOOO

thank you so much my lovely bae!! ilysm and i hope i did this request justice!! i kind of went off on a tangent and got carried away with the plot waaa <3

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sorry seems to be the hardest word

pairing: ot8 x fem!9th member!reader

warnings: angst, hurt comfort, reader snapping at the members, reader being physically unwell, fluff at the end

words: 2.29k

everything was going wrong today, and you truly meant every. fucking. thing.

somehow, you had managed to turn your alarm off the night before (probably because you fell asleep while on your phone, accidentally calling your mom in you sleep in the process), and none of the guys took the initiative to wake you up when they got up.

okay, sure, you couldn’t blame them entirely. you were a grown woman, and you could look after yourself. but weren’t you supposed to be a team? eight other people surrounding you, and none of them thought to check on you? especially when you were usually up and alert before they were? no, instead they were all out the door without even knocking to see if you were feeling okay. so much for being your brothers and best friends.

so god forbid, you were late this morning. you managed to turn up at the company for your vocal lessons only ten minute late, but it felt awful as you’d never been late before. you were so incredibly lucky to get the opportunity to debut with skz, especially joining the group later in their career and being the only girl. you wanted to do everything perfectly to show that you deserved to be where you were, and with the way today was shaping out you were so disappointed with yourself.

but then - it got worse. you, in your rush to leave the dorms, had forgotten your sheet music, leaving your vocal teacher to be short and snappy with you. yeah, you brought it up on your phone instead, but she was strict, and a firm believer in “good old-fashioned pen and paper over your silly little radio devices nowadays”. her attitude towards you for the remainder of your lesson affected you more than you liked to admit - excusing yourself to the bathroom to have a little cry before you headed to the studio.

for some reason, none of your schedules were properly coordinated today, leaving jisung to be the one in the studio with you - rather than chan, like usual - while you recorded your lines for the demos to be sent to the company later in the month, when you’d decide the songs for the new album you had upcoming later in the year.

jisung was always the nicest to you, especially when he could tell you were having a rough day - you were both very alike in that sense, very attentive towards each other as if you could tell what the other was feeling.

however, it seemed today that something had crawled up his ass and died. he was almost as snappy as your vocal teacher, and you were quite frankly sick of it. you kept messing up your lines; whether from the stress or the ache building in your throat (god you hoped you weren’t getting sick), you weren’t sure. but clearly, jisung wouldn’t stand for it.

“honestly, (y/n), you might as well just call it a day and come back to this with chan-hyung another day. i need to get on with other stuff.” he sighed, dismissively, as you bit back the tears fighting to escape your eyes. he wouldn’t even look at you, and your stomach was doing somersaults. was he really that mad? surely he could see how hard you were trying.

but instead of confronting him, you just grabbed your belongings and left after silently agreeing. no one answered your message on the group chat when you asked if anyone was down to get lunch together, even though you could see basically everyone had read it, so you retreated to the canteen alone before you had to go to practice with the boys.

as the ache in your throat spread to your joints, fatigue plaguing you, you trudged up to the practice room for rehearsals with the boys. you were learning a new dance - in fact, the already chosen title track for the new album, and deep down you were dreading it. it was more difficult than you had imagined, and definitely aimed more towards moves the boys could do compared to you. you loved the boys, but sometimes you felt like they forgot that men and women’s bodies worked differently.

surprisingly, you weren’t the last to arrive, squashing your fear of another thing going wrong.

but just as soon as practice began, your fear was reawakened. the ache in your joints was making the dance more difficult for you to execute, and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of minho’s body even if he wouldn’t admit it. you stumbled a few times, almost knocking into felix, who looked at you more frustrated than concerned.

“seriously, (n/n), what’s going on? it’s really not that hard. get your head in the game.”

you huffed, shaking out your limbs and telling minho to start the track again. maybe if you ignored your surroundings, ignored how you were feeling, then things would be easier. you could block out minho’s harsh criticisms - he was probably just tired. you could block out everything, knowing the boys were suffering just as much as you lately. but when the music stopped again, and everyone was talking at you, voice after voice lapping over each other you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“shut the fuck up! shut up, shut up, shut up! give me a fucking break, i’m trying my hardest!”

you honestly didn’t mean to snap, you were just so overwhelmed and couldn’t take anymore. when chan tried to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, you flung it off, all your annoyance and stress from the day building up at once.

“don’t fucking touch me. i don’t need your pity, i don’t need you to tell me that i don’t know how to do my job well enough. this is the fucking worst day of my life and you all keep making it worse!”

every fiber of your being was telling you to stop, to be reasonable, but it was like your mouth was making its own decisions. you couldn’t tell which member it was, but you were interrupting the gentle call of your name before you could even control it.

“and no, before any of you try to be funny, i’m not on my period,” you sneered, anger bubbling under your skin as you saw jisung look away sheepishly. “i’m just sick of feeling like i have to fight to prove i’m good enough, like i’m not one of you guys yet. we’re supposed to be a team, but all day i’ve been pushed to the side and treated like i don’t matter. i’m sick of it!”

you breathed heavily, grabbing your duffle bag from the side of the room and storming towards the door.

“i’m staying with yeji tonight, leave me the fuck alone.”

was all you said before leaving the boys stood in shock, confused as to why you were acting like you hated them.

regrettably, the minute you found yourself in yeji’s dorm and explained your day to her, you knew you were in the wrong. how could you let yourself treat your best friends that way? they didn’t deserve that, and you would be most understanding if they never forgave you. it was only when the throb in your head and ache in your joints became too much that you finally allowed yourself to sleep.

chan’s apology

luckily, you and the boys were granted a week off a while ago, and today marked the first day of that week. however, knowing chris he was probably still hauled up in the studio from the night before. it was around 3am (yeji shouldn’t have let you crash so early, your sleep schedule was going to be manic), so you pulled yourself together before making the decision to go visit him.

he may not even want to see you after your little outburst, but you could still try.

you stopped by the convenience store on your way to the studio, grabbing some snacks and some drinks just to be on the safe side. carefully checking the group chat, you saw that changbin was still in the studio with chan and you hoped you could get there before he left - it might be easier to kill two birds with one stone. you were just glad you bought way too much food for just two people.

you smiled politely, bowing at the security guard as he let you into the building, heart thumping in your ears as you carefully traced the steps to chan’s studio.

when you finally approached the door, you had to take a minute to prepare yourself to knock. you heard chan’s voice mumbling behind the door once you did, nervously waiting until he came and opened it.

he looked surprised to see you, frozen for a moment before quickly ushering you in and sitting you on the couch next to changbin. almost in instinct, changbin’s arm was slung around your shoulder - something he always did when you were close by, relishing in the fact he wasn’t the shortest in the group anymore.

you sheepishly held out the bag containing all the goodies you got at the convenience store to chan, a small smile on your face when he took it.

“got you some snacks.. kind of guessed you might have forgotten to eat.” your voice was quiet, ashamed. you just hoped they wouldn’t hold your outburst against you.

but when chan grinned, you knew he could never be mad at you for long.

“we were worried about you, y’know? that’s why jisung let you go early today - something seemed off and we didn’t want you to get too overwhelmed.” changbin said from next to you, the hand on your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly.

you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up behind your eyes again, but bit them back in fear they’d think you were looking for sympathy.

“i– i’m so sorry. i’ve just had an awful day, and i feel like shit, but that doesn’t excuse my actions, and i shouldn’t have snapped at you all - you couldn’t have known, and its not your fault.”

you explained why your day had been so bad to them (after some pushing from chan), and how you were feeling physically, causing changbin to look at you with great worry.

they indulged in a small cuddle session, feasting on the snacks you provided while they tried to help cheer you up. and honestly, it worked, just talking through how you were feeling, and gettin constructive feedback rather than just a shoulder to lean on was relieving.

you couldn’t apologize to them more, feeling so ashamed of your actions, but they were quick to reassure you it was okay - everyone had bad days, you were only human after all. you just needed to work on your communication a little bit.

when you finally got ready to head back to the dorm at 5am, you felt better than you had in a long time, actually.

apology numbers one and two: complete.

but when you arrived back at the dorm, head peacefully resting on changbin’s shoulder, what you weren’t expecting to walk into was what you all called a “cuddle pool” - the sofa bed pulled out, covered with pillows and blankets - and a spot waiting for you between felix and seungmin.

your eyes watered at the expectant faces of your soul-brothers, small sobs leaving your lips as your shoulders shook. god, the day had taken a toll on you - you couldn’t remember the last time you cried in front of the boys.

it was only then that minho - who you hadn’t seen standing by the door - scooped you into a hug.

“oh, angel,” he frowned, a hand pressed to your forehead. “you’re burning up. is that why you felt so bad earlier?”

words seemed to fail you, and all you could do was nod as your grip on his sweater tightened. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you got sick from stress, but you hated being sick. you hated feeling out of control in your own body, and despised being doted on like you were unable. however, this time… you think you could let it slide. you just needed your boys close by right now.

they seemed to enjoy looking after you, and you felt you owed them that after the situation in the practice room.

minho was quick to place on you on the couch, felix and seungmin suffocating you in a bone-crushing hug. jisung handed you the tv remote, saying you could choose to watch whatever you wanted, and that everyone would be having a slumber party in the living room until you felt better.

minho and chan had gone to make you some chicken noodle soup - using felix’s mom’s recipe, which was known for being a lifesaver in your dorm. jeongin was quick to grab you your comfort plushie, taking his place on the floor by your feet - the two of you were 100% keen on physical affection, but having him close by helped.

within merely an hour, all nine of you were curled up, an animated disney movie playing, with soup and mugs of tea being passed around the room. it was nice, and it felt so good to have your boys so close and willing to help you.

you definitely took on changbin’s mention of needing to improve on communication, wanting nothing more than to improve yourself for the little family you had build around you. and yeah you were sick, and they would probably get sick too by being in such close proximity to you, but that was a problem for another day. you’d just return the favor of looking after them.

you just knew you were lucky to have them.

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kquil · 8 months

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🍪 : cookie James with a muggle 🤔🤔 Hehe i I think it would be funny seeing is he was raised by two wizards serve together they would be learning everything about each others world I think it would be really cute

A/N : this was an adorable write, i loved it more than i thought i would!

No matter how long you’ve been in the wizarding world, magic always fascinates you. James takes full advantage of this in order to boost his ego and impress you with the best pranks on those that deserve it. At first, that is, until he starts to notice how beautiful your eyes look when they stare in awe at his spells, or how cute your little jumps of excitement are, or how pretty your lips look when they become round with wonder and amazement. It isn’t long before you have James wrapped around your little finger and it isn’t just an ego boost to him, anymore, it’s a way of getting you to experience more magic and draw out more of your loveable expressions of allure. Because of you, it's hard to take magic for granted.

All the while, you felt as though James was too far out of your reach. It was unbelievable to think that such a magical world existed beside yours as a muggleborn but it was even more unbelievable that the James Potter would want to be around you so often. He was popular with everyone, charismatic, funny and a true friend. As you grew up beside him at Hogwarts, he filled out his uniform more and gave additional reasons as to why he was worthy of all female attention. It also became a mystery as to why James often sought you out for frivolous things, reasons that seemed like he pulled them out of thin air just to be around you.

However, maybe they were exactly that, futile excuses to spend time with you. James had many merits but being subtle wasn’t one of them…

“James! That’s so cool!” you exclaim in admiration, stars collecting in your eyes as you take in his brilliant display of impressive spells.

“You’re so pretty…”

“...What?-”

“-What?”

Needless to say, you and James quickly made it official and that meant holidays spent together. Which is where you were able to share your muggle ‘magic’ with James too. It was quite funny and amusing to see him so fascinated by everyday appliances like TVs or the radio or phones. His expressions were so cute that you easily understood why he liked showing off for you so often.

“Whoa! What’s this, babe?” James calls from the bathroom as he prepares for a bath. Making your way over, you raise a brow at what he holds up for you to examine.

“Uhh…a rubber duck,”

“What’s it for?!” he asks with eager, sparkling eyes.

“To take a bath with, it floats on the water” you answer, trying to suppress a giggle.

“Wow!”

1K MILESTONE EVENT | NAVI.

#☀︎ : 1k #☀︎ : 1k milestone #🍪 : cookie 1k #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter imagine

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celaenaeiln · 8 months

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can i know your thoughts on the “typical” nightwing ships (him with wally, roy, slade, kory, babs, apollo/midnighter, etc etc)?

ofc! <333

As a multishipper I literally love almost all of these

Wally

The softest ship ever! Reading about them is so cute. All cuddles and snuggles, and full on comfort.

It's the best friends to lovers trope

Haven't read about them in a really long while but they used to be my comfort ship. Like these two are so soft each other that they just make me feel warm inside.

Roy

Roydick is my spicy birdflash ship. Their chemistry was more heated with them constantly getting into arguements but falling together again. Going back to the comics I realize that Roy hero-worships Dick and that's why they get into so many fights. Roy literally thinks Dick is too perfect

There's this post about them which provides comic panels about Roy constantly comparing himself to Dick

But mostly Roy wants all of Dick. He wants Dick's 100% attention of them and he hates-HATES-that Dick gives everything to Batman. It drives him so mad because he thinks Batman doesn't deserve any of Dick's attention.

Literally tells Batman- you ain't shit. I feel bad Dick had to deal with you. He doesn't deserve it for all the greatness he is.

Roy wants all of Dick and that's where I ship them including their complicated issues. What makes their relationship so great is their problems. Neither of them will compromise (Dick won't let go of Bruce and Roy won't let go of that issue), but after all the screaming and fighting they still fall back together.

It's Dick that Roy goes to every time he has to deal with Cheshire.

Additional post:

>:> hehe

Ollie has the biggest grin on his face XD

Slade

My OTP LETS GO

Bruh I am so into them.

My post on why they were made for each other

YEA YEA YEAHHHHHH

Slade literally used the steam of Dick's shower to write a message in his bathroom mirror.

okay.

I am obsessed with Slade's obsession with Dick.

I love how in one comic Dick is literally just listing everything that's wrong with his life and Deathstroke is just standing there actively listening with his arms crossed.

He's never gonna give up that apprentice agenda.

Kory

Kory!! I LOVE DICKKORY SO MUCH!!!

When I think of love, they are the epitome of it. I didn't know it was possible to feel love through paper until I saw them. One look at the chemistry is overwhelming.

"Questions about what's right and what's not, I'll always have them. Questions about my loving you? No! I do. Very much."

Dickkory love is stronger than Dick's moral ethics and Dick's moral ethics?

I've never seen Dick love anyone as much as he did Kory. There are issues that came up ofcourse. I'm pretty sure there was an anti-alien sentiment among the general public (real life?) that affected them and on top of that the Batman office wanting Dick back so they just ripped him away from the titans and rewrote a whole new love story for them while trashing Kory for it but when the public's reaction and Dick's "he's so perfect everyone wants him so let's play around with love interests for him" aside, they were the king and queen of love.

What I love about their relationship is Dick loved Kori for who she was, not how she looked. And Kori loved Dick for who he was and not how he looked. On both sides, sometimes all people see of them are their beauty not their personality or strengths or being.

Barbara

Barbara. The reason I held off on writing this.

My feelings about Barbara are complicated.

She and Dick used to be my OTP. I loved them so much I actually hated Kori for a bit, thinking that Barbara was so much better-when I was solely in the fandom. But oh how the table have turned. Very recently the feather broke the camel's back so my feelings about the two of them have changed.

Long story short, they're better off friends. But my favorite moments come from mostly short haired Barbara comics.

This Barbara was AWESOME. She was so chill and cool and funny. She would be smart but not in a demeaning way to others.

Also Batgirl 2000 comic Dickbabs was so sweet (below)

Apollo/Midnighter

love them!

I think Midnighter would totally seduce Dick into a frenemies with benefits arrangement. I mean he's halfway there.

But aside from the usual flirting, Midnighter really, really, REALLY respects Dick's fight skills. I'm sure you've seen the panels of that already but since posts have a 30 image limit I'mma skip over that to the other reason: his greater-that-meta-human tenacity. Things and circumstances that take out metahumans, Dick surpasses through sheer will power and dedication.

So I mostly ship Dick/Midnighter but Apollo would probably join in too at some point.

Constantine

Never getting over how John-I don't do things I don't have to-Constantine saved someone because their body was hot and and their butt looked good. But later on in the comic he talks about how cool he was and what he describes Dick as is when asked about him is:

Additional exchange:

Tiger

His relationship with Tiger is AWESOME!!

It reminds me of his batman Dick relationship with Damian. Snarky and affectionate.

I ran out of image space :'0

But Dick basically gets Tiger-Spyral's number 1 and most loyal spy-to abandon the agency they work for, turn coat, and hunt them down to burn the oragnization into the ground instead. They're literally so funny. I loved Dick and Damian's cute banter and Tiger is just Damian aged up but meaner lol.

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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out of all of the clouds in the sky, you are my favorite.

summary. imagine muichiro being the former tsuguko of the cloud hashira, [name].

trigger & content warnings. none applicable.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 0.8k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. muichiro the beloved <3333 hes my favorite ever fr, he deserves so much happiness.

he adores his mentor so so much!! admittedly, he does show it in odd ways, but he really appreciates them in ways words cannot adequately describe.

when muichiro's on solo missions, he sends them little letters detailing the shapes he saw in the clouds. sometimes he even sends them shiny or textured rocks because he thought they would like them! it becomes very cute once one learns to understand his love language. he also gives them origami figures every now and then.

^ additionally, before their solo missions, he gives them origami cranes as a sort of good luck charm.

they have a history of becoming livid when the fragile things get crumpled by demons during missions. how dare they? that was a gift from their tsuguko, you know? they know the little paper cranes are easily replaced, and yet... it just makes them so sad to see them crushed.

the gifts he gives them are, for the most part, either handmade or non-traditional (rocks, a pretty shaped leaf, etc). sometimes he'll see something like a hairpin that he thinks they'd like, and so he buys it for them. any and every gift he gives them is appreciated, because just knowing that he remembers them better than almost anyone else and even thinks about them voluntarily is so heart-warming <3

he still calls them '[name]-sama,' even after he himself becomes a hashira. it's an improvement from '[surname]-sama,' sure, but they still insist he doesn't need to call them any such honorific anymore.

"[Name]-sama... that cloud, what's it called again?"

"I'm not your mentor anymore, Mui-kun," they commented with a little smile, hand raking gently through his silky hair. "You don't have to refer to me like that. It's okay to just call me [Name]. We're equals now, you know."

"No," he muttered his opposition, "you'll always be [Name]-sama to me."

"I only trained you for a brief... hmm, two months, was it? I'm not sure, but the point is that I trained you for a very short time."

"Doesn't matter."

"Hehe, I see. ...That's a cumulus cloud, by the way."

sometimes the two will cloud gaze together and just end up napping peacefully. both of them are light sleepers as a result of their job, but light doesn't necessarily mean restless.

mui associates them with the clouds—cloud breathing is their breath style, after all—and has often wondered about them when he cloud-gazes alone. are they okay? is their mission going well? is an annoying junior bothering them? he'll gladly tell them off if [name]-sama is too nice to.

he misses them a whole lot when they aren't around.

the mist hashira respects and trusts his mentor very deeply. he totally goes to them for like... everything.

cooking together is a very common thing for the duo; they love teaching him how to cook and bake and he loves learning. it reminds him of something he can't quite remember; simpler times, perhaps? they think it's very sweet that he's so willing to learn as long as they're the one teaching him.

they tend to his (minor) wounds, send him off on missions with snacks, braid his hair nicely so it stays out of his face... it's like he's been given a second chance at having a family. not that he remembers his first one, but still.

he sticks close to their side more often than not because of this.

muichiro is a little posessive of their attention, especially if they're doting on other junior demon slayers that are closer to his age (e.g., tanjiro, zenitsu, and inosuke). he gets a little jealous but takes great pride in being introduced as their former tsuguko. he's just worried they'll forget about him is all.

"silly mui-kun," they had once teased when they realized what was going on, "i'd never forget you. you don't need to be jealous; you're my favorite junior. ♡"

the other hashira find the attached behavior very endearing—he clings to them constantly, following them around like a lost puppy. it's moments like those in which the others are reminded that he's only a child that had his youth stolen from him far too early, so he subconsciously clings to the one person that really makes him feel safe and loved as every child should feel.

he accepts every gift from [name] with grace and humility. every single thing they give him is kept in pristine condition, even if it's a silly little trinket they picked up on one of their missions because "it's the same color as the ends of your hair, mui-kun." ridiculous!! ...what? he doesn't have to take it if he doesn't want it? no, back off, he's keeping it forever.

he especially loves all those silly gifts. knowing that someone he loves thought of him while they were away makes him all fuzzy and warm inside <33

[name] would be so protective of him. they know how many tsugukos shinobu has lost. to experience that... the thought alone makes them tremble with fear.

they're terrified that one day they might feel that pain too.

no-one will take their student from them, not when he's so young and has his entire life ahead of him. they will not allow it, even if it should cost them theirs.

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#: [ the cloud hashira! 🌸 ]#platonic muichiro x reader #platonic demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x reader #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #tokito muichiro x reader #kny x reader #platonic kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #platonic x reader

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mayariviolet · 1 month

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Iris, Bruised Kisses and Quick Squeezes

⊹₊⋆ starring: kageyama tobio x actor!reader

summary: "And I don't want the world to see me. 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken- I just want you to know who I am."

Saying ‘I love you’ is hard, especially when the person you’re talking to wants everything to be perfect.

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cw: time skip tobio, mild angst, fluff, Kageyama pov, gn!reader (Don’t pay too much attention to the visuals. I just wanted to set the scene, hehe), suggestive themes (but for about two sentences).

a/n: SOMEONE STOP ME! I was just thinking of my 'selfships' and did this… also on ao3. This song deserves a huge shout-out because it's so Tobio-coded.

wc: ~1.1k

Tobio has never been the best with words. You knew that and never pressured him to say more than he should. You patiently waited whenever he was ready to talk or just sat in comfortable silence when the world became too much for either of you. A shared rare quietude was more than welcome, considering you two lived under a constant spotlight.

Tobio appreciated that more than anything. He appreciated how you asked nothing of him—a silent acknowledgment that you loved him no matter what. That's not to say there weren't other ways he could proclaim his love and appreciation, which didn't include tumbling over his words.

Stolen glances in a room full of people defined the early stages of your relationship. In more private moments, you held his hand in the car with tinted windows to hide from the benevolent media gaze and relentless gossip magazines- usually, back to whatever hotel he booked and scheduled so you could attend his away games (whenever your schedules align). You held his taped hand tighter after a challenging and stressful postgame interview.

One quick squeeze to ask if he's okay.

Tobio would respond with two to show that he was and interlocking your fingers whenever he wanted to discuss what bothered him later.

Of course, this little exchange applied to you as well.

Harsh blocking notes from a director while filming that you'd tell him about almost causing you to cry while grocery shopping - met with one quick squeeze of his hand. You'd return the exchange with two quick squeezes before returning to your quest to find a good wine to bring to the party.

Tobio surveyed any hint of distress, taking mental notes on what he could do to make you feel better. Sometimes, an annoying co-star and rumours of a budding romance happening on set during the press tour were met with Tobio holding your shaky hand and immediately interlocking your fingers with his. Driving home in silence after a frantic text from you asking to meet at whatever hotel or studio the interviews were taking place.

These little moments, accompanied by bruised kisses left only in places he could see, composed your relationship. They were a silent scream to a busy world, declaring that he was yours.

However, he wanted to say one thing that his body could never convey.

'I love you.'

Actually, he wanted to tell you that he loved you the first time he heard your real laugh. It's not the one you'd use with overly familiar people, and definitely not the one you'd use on screen or on stage. It was a laugh from the depths of your diaphragm, almost like an evil cackle. The first time Tobio heard it was when he decided to tell a stupid joke. Tobio knew it was a foolish joke because Shoyo told him it was. However, he decided to try it anyway because he had always thought it was funny.

His whole body relaxed when you clearly found it funny, too.

So after months and countless hints that you two were a couple in various interviews, you decided to take the leap and say, 'I love you.' Before walking the red carpet for a charity gala, he froze.

You looked incandescent. It's your first public appearance as a couple that didn't come from a shitty tabloid. Tobio could do it. He could finally say, 'I love you too.'

But he didn't.

The lighting wasn't right, and there was some lint on his suit that his stylist couldn't get out. The noises and camera shutters from outside the hotel were too much, so instead, he gave you a hurried kiss on the head, careful not to mess up your hair, and intertwined his hands with yours. He didn't miss the way your hand fell limp in his. He also didn't miss the empty laugh you let out in every carpet interview. Something he hadn't heard in months. Even on your press tours, the cracks of your authentic, not the heavily influenced PR persona, faded into obscurity.

But not tonight.

Tonight, you dawned on that mask he was too familiar with. The person you were before Tobio. He tried not to cry while answering questions about what designer he was wearing that night. All while you were dazzling the room in his peripheral.

On the ride back to the hotel, you kept your hands to yourself, thumb playing with the ring he'd given you years ago when you were just friends. That ring was always a non-negotiable whenever your stylist asked if you'd want to take it off for the night. Tobio didn't miss how you'd been playing with it all night.

After getting undressed and assistants ensuring that all the pieces picked by your respective stylists were secured and ready to return to the designers the following day, you'd settle into bed. You had your hair up, and an oversized sweater he'd given you hung just above your hips- giving a tiny peak at the bruised kisses he left the night before. Reaching across the nightstand to grab your phone, you continuously scroll while Tobio does his nighttime routine. The usual nighttime chatter between you, which filled the room, was replaced with the air conditioner's hum and a bustling city life.

'Good night, Tobio,' you hummed, placing your phone back on the nightstand before letting your eyes flutter close.

Tobio watched for a while as your chest rose and fell, your shoulders unravelling and subconsciously releasing the stress he caused. His gaze fixed on how at peace you looked, how beautiful you were. He realized that there was no 'perfect time.' Every time spent with you is perfect. You asked nothing of him. The least he could do is show you, tell you, whatever you want.

Before he can even think, he says, 'I love you too.'

Stirring in your slumber- he clambers to turn off the table lamp, anxious that you'd heard him. Before he could get up to sleep on the couch, you intuitively sling an arm across his chest as if it were second nature to pull him close. You squeeze him and snuggle into his chest before your soft snores fill the room. Tobio eases into the embrace, kissing you on the forehead. Snaking an arm underneath your head to act as another pillow, he pulls you closer to him and gives you two quick squeezes.

The scent of your shampoo is interwoven with the fresh linen sheets placed earlier that day. Tobio rubs your back until he drifts off to sleep, switching between quick squeezes and writing 'I love you so much' up and down your spine. As he teeters between consciousness and a deep REM sleep, he swears that you mumbled, 'I know.'

a/n: SHY TOBIO, I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOO!!! I was originally going to write a headcanon, but it just tumbled out of me! I think this is very on-brand for his character. I love you all, and I hope you're having a good week!

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ok its me again… i cant decide if store or jewelry is better so maybe u just pick whichever one u like lol ty :)

hi ♥ i went with jewelry + exes to lovers hehe <3 hope you like it!

[JEWELRY; Wearing a piece of jewelry (ring/necklace/bracelet/watch) that the other bought. ]

Two seconds after you enter the bathroom, the door opens and Steve comes in.

"Here, let me help you," he says, already approaching before you can answer.

Breaking up with Steve had been one of the hardest things you'd ever done. The breakup hadn't happened because you didn't love him anymore, or because you were interested in someone else, or for any other reason ordinary couples break up.

No. You'd broken up with him for one simple reason: you were afraid you weren't good enough. Steve was kind, he was brave, and of course he was very handsome and charming, although those last two things didn't weigh that much in the balance of things. And if Nancy — who had been his first love —was anything to go by, you had very little chance of being the girlfriend Steve deserved. She was just perfect in your eyes; beautiful, smart, very, very brave. She would often risk her life for others, like he did. And if the two of them didn't work out together, why would it work out with you?

You're well aware that the whole problem may simply be in your mind, that you're being unfair — both to Steve and yourself — but you couldn't help it. So you had walked away, protecting yourself—even though part of you knew Steve would never hurt you.

That's why today, two months after you'd broken up with him, you considered not coming to Max's birthday; you knew he would be here. But you love Max and it wouldn't have been fair to her not to come for such a selfish reason.

Then, against your better judgment, you came, reason why you're now trapped in a very tiny space with your ex — with whom you're still very much in love with.

Steve does a brief damage analysis. There's a sizable stain on the front of the lovely green dress you're wearing, a mixture of scarlet and purple right over your heart, spreading like a bleeding.

It's just grape juice, of course. You're trying to remove it with a cloth soaked in ice water, but he's not sure it's working.

This unavoidably brings a memory to his mind, one he's not fond of. Steve hesitates.

Then he pushes it away; you're not Nancy. You and him aren't even together anymore.

He realizes he's not making himself feel any better with that thought.

"I'm fine, Steve," you say in a tone that's neither warm nor cold; a balanced, measured, trained tone. "You can go back to the party."

"I'm sorry," he replies, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks about what to say next. Uh...

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was," he insists. It's a half truth; Steve and the kids were kicking a ball back and forth, some game you were trying not to pay attention to, and then it somehow ended up hitting the cup in your hand and disaster was done. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

You don't look at him, too focused on the stain. "It was an accident," you say, and Steve hears the usual gentleness behind your voice. "And it's just a dress, anyway. It's okay."

"It's a pretty dress-very pretty."

It's a risky move, he thinks. But by then he's said it and there's nothing he can do about it.

Steve watches the way you swallow, the way you pause for a brief second, how you look at him and quickly look away. It's a reaction, at least.

You don't answer. The trailer is small and the bathroom proportionately tiny. The air practically crackles with tension around you two.

The stain seems to be fading, but the fabric is getting wetter, sticking to your skin, turning transparent…

"Steve," you whisper, and his gaze darts to your face immediately. Is it a warning or an invitation?

He had definitely been staring.

"Sorry," he says again.

"Stop apologizing."

You put the cloth under the running water. Steve hears a metallic clink before he sees where it comes from: your arm. Your wrist, more precisely, where the bracelet he gave you as a gift just a few months ago is.

Steve can't stop himself from taking your wrist into his hand for a better look, half expecting the object to disappear at any moment, only a figment of his imagination.

"You still have it," it's not a question because it would be stupid to ask when he can see it for himself, but Steve still can't believe you're wearing it.

It doesn't.

He looks at you. You look flustered, your cheeks warm. Your parted lips can't get any words out, and the only thing Steve can think about is placing his hand on the back of your neck and kissing you slowly.

You gently pull your wrist away from his touch. "Do you...want it back?"

"I- what? No!" he exclaims, as if the idea horrifies him. "No, I'm just…I'm just surprised you're wearing the bracelet I gave you, that's all."

"I like the bracelet."

"Only the bracelet?"

Maybe he's pushing his luck, he thinks. But there's hope on the way you hesitate before answering, on the look on your face.

You look at the floor, dropping the cloth on the sink. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Dustin told me you have a date tomorrow."

It is true. To be honest, this date means so much to you that you had forgotten about it until this very moment.

"I'm trying to move on," you say honestly. And failing, is what you don't say.

"By wearing the bracelet I gave you? Doesn't it remind you of me at all?"

Every damn thing makes me think of you.

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips. "I'm trying to move on," you repeat, weaker this time, a whisper. He hears it.

"So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't feel anything?"

A single step is enough for Steve to be directly in front of you. Your heart seems to have been replaced by something three times faster and much louder.

"Steve-"

"Wouldn't you kiss me back?" he touches your face with a gentle hand, leaning into you slowly.

Not wanting to say yes, I'd kiss you back (the truth) but unable to say no (which is a big, big lie), you take a step back as he steps forward. Nowhere to go — your back hits the wall.

He breathes against your mouth and you close your eyes, letting your head rest against the wall. "Steve," you whisper.

"I love you," he whispers back. "I just- I love you. You can go on a date tomorrow, you can go on a hundred dates, it doesn't matter. I won't give up on you, you hear me? Not unless you tell me that I don't stand a chance."

You don't.

Steve walks away. You stand there, leaning against the wall long after you hear the door close behind him, desperately trying to catch your breath.

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eiflawriting · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃

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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 quick lovemaking after a long day at work...

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! black woman who uses she/her pronouns. established relationship (husband!wife), chubby!reader, non sorcerer modern au. usage of profanity, masturbation, spooning position, mating press (towards the end) praise kink, spit kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie, terms of endearment — sweetheart, angel, dear, baby, my love, etc. a quickie, but very soft and sensual. kento is just a very h*rny man who craves his wife's touch. this has slight plot but it’s pretty fast paced! 2.6k word count.

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hey y'all. this will be my last fanfic of the year, and of course it's my husband kento. i was inspired by this five second clip. don't even know who that is, but i was like whew. ART CREDIT — ilameys via twitter. be prepared for this to be a husband!wife series. who knows? hehe. don't have much to say, but i hope y'all enjoy. HAPPY NEW YEAR. 🥂 interactions would be greatly appreciated. ♡ eighteen plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. available to read on ao3

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𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬—again. It was probably the fourth time this week doing so. Being a salaryman wasn't easy. Long shifts. Lack of sleep. Barely having the time to tend to his personal life. This was a lifestyle that Nanami was used to and ultimately okay with. However, that all changed when he met his beautiful wife, Y/N. She was his joy. Everything he did was for the sake of their future together, but along the way, he couldn't help but feel as if he was neglecting her.

Although work can be crazy at times, this week was busier than usual, causing his time with Y/N to be limited. He missed her dearly. The most time he had with her this week was fifteen minutes in the morning while eating breakfast or when she would bring his lunch to him at work. Whatever time spent, he was sure to cherish. But the personal joys they did together, such as reading books, going to museums, or a stroll in the city, is what he really wanted.

Nanami looked forward to the weekend because he knew he would use off time to make up for lost time with Y/N.

He returned home, and to his surprise, a plate of food was on the table, wrapped up and awaiting his arrival. He cursed himself for allowing this to happen again. Eating meals were his staple with Y/N, especially dinner since it would just be them talking about how their day went.

After heating up the food to eat, which tasted just as good as if it was freshly made, he went to shower in the guest bathroom downstairs so he wouldn't wake up Y/N. As he was showering, his thoughts got the best of him.

What if she leaves me? I wouldn't be surprised if she finds someone else to give her the attention she deserves.

Why was Nanami thinking this way? He didn't know. But his thoughts soon became lewd. Fuck, he desperately needed Y/N. It's been almost a week since they had sex. Her pussy was his home, and he yearned for her comfort.

He missed the taste of her arousal lingering on his tongue. How she wrapped around him, moaning his name. He was deprived of Y/N's touch and only wished it was her who was currently stroking his cock for him. She did a much more suitable job. The two-hand twist combo she does—yeah, he needed that. Nanami knew he wouldn't be able to control himself the next time he had an opportunity fucking his wife.

His strokes increased with the thought of Y/N in mind. Her beautiful full, saggy tits that he enjoyed putting his dick in between. He took his time to cherish her thick body with kisses, outlining every stretch mark with his tongue. Her ass, decorated with cellulite and waves resembling the ocean, would form when she took him from the back. His favorite place to hold was her love handles. She was slightly insecure about them, but Nanami vowed to handle them with extra love.

She was simply perfect.

Seeing her kneel before him to suck him off, pretty plush lips parting around his cock. Gosh, why were these thoughts flooding his mind? Maybe that was why he was moaning Y/N's name low enough so only he could hear. He needed to fuck her. His dick was aching for her pussy. It only took Nanami thinking about how ethereal she looked while cumming before a spray of his bitters hit the shower wall. His grunts were low yet harsh, nearly gasping for air. Such a satyromaniac he was.

Once Nanami was done with his shower and masturbation session, he went upstairs to join Y/N in bed. Before doing so, he stood in the doorframe to watch her peacefully sleep. She was so damn beautiful. Living in a high-rise condo had its perks, and witnessing how the moonlight descended upon her dark brown skin was one of them. Even nature was captivated by Y/N's beauty. Sometimes Nanami even questions how he was so blessed to marry a woman like her?

He watched Y/N a bit longer before walking to the dresser to grab briefs to wear. Nanami's preparation for bed included moisturizing his skin and spraying Y/N's favorite cologne that she gifted him—Bleu de Chanel. After doing his quick routine, he quietly slipped into bed to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek and have his arms find her waist to take comfort. Spooning her was a feeling Nanami would never grow weary of.

As he slowly intertwined his fingers with Y/N, he felt her bringing his hands to her lips to place delicate kisses.

"Hi, Ken. You're home," Y/N said softly in her sleepy voice. Even so, she sounds sweet.

"Hi, my love. I'm sorry for waking you."

"No, it's okay, baby. I was waiting for you anyways—" She yawns, "but I kind of dozed off."

He sat up a bit to look at her while talking. "It's only my own fault for returning home late. However, I told you not to wait for me, sweetheart. I don't want you to lose sleep because of me."

"It's okay, Kento—I want to." Y/N rested her hand on his cheek to gently brush her thumb on his bottom lip. Even through heavy eyes, she looked at him with such tenderness. Nanami held Y/N's wrist to lean into her touch. This is what he looked forward to when coming home.

She continued,

"How was your day?"

"It wasn't too bad. I have no complaints about how I'm ending it," he replied with a small smile.

"Did you eat the food I left on the table?"

"I did. It was delicious. Thank you, dear."

"Anything for you." While massaging his bottom lip, she puckered her own to ask for a kiss, which Nanami happily gave.

The first few smooches started innocently, becoming familiar with the sweetness of her raspberry-flavored gloss that she always wore to bed. But Nanami's urges tempted him to do more. He left gentle kisses on Y/N's face before trailing down her neck. The kisses were filled with libido, nipping on her flesh to pull those faint whimpers from her chest. The sound alone had adrenaline rushing to his cock.

Nanami reached under the covers to ascend his hand up her nightgown to massage the plushness of her ass, slowly creeping his fingers between her folds. She pulled off the covers so he could have better access to feel her pussy, opening her legs up.

Y/N's wetness caused Nanami to curse against her skin, yet he felt selfish for waking her up for his sexual desires. So he began to pull away.

"I'm sorry, my love. You're tired. We shouldn't be doing this."

She pulled him back to her lips. "No, Ken, please. I need you, baby. Just a quick one from the side, okay?"

How could he say no to that?

He kissed her passionately, immediately forcing his tongue to the back of her throat. In between smooches, Nanami told Y/N how much he loved and missed her, pulling down his briefs to give himself a few strokes. He lifted her leg up to swipe his dick along her heated wetness. She moaned into his mouth, which he devoured while aligning himself with her entrance to push his way through.

Y/N nipped on his bottom lip to let out a lingering whine upon feeling her pussy split open. A week feels like forever since they were engulfed in each other's warmth. However, for Nanami? He just knew he would bust quickly.

Being inside Y/N felt like sitting on a cloud. No worries. Just peace. Her juices produced heat that could keep his cock warm on a cold day in the city. Nanami continued to slide in her walls until his tip met with that sweet spot that made her a mewling mess. Upon the meeting, he began thrusting.

He hooked Y/N's leg over his forearm as he pounded her pussy. The tips of his ears burned red due to hearing those soft sounds of pleasure airing past her lips. The gushing of her pussy acted as a harmony that resonated with the moans she was already producing. She croaked, no begged Nanami to fuck her harder because she was just as deprived of him.

Nanami had no complaints about working his thigh muscles. Hearing Y/N desire him always motivated him to deliver her climax sooner. There was something about fucking her wet fat pussy that made him hornier than usual. Perhaps thrusting past Y/N's puffy folds decorated with strands of hair had something to do with it? He couldn't explain it, but the hair on her pussy added an extra pleasure that he loved.

He gave her a sensual smooch, then ghosted his lips over hers to watch her eyes light up in great delight.

"Ken—this feels so good," Y/N purred.

"No, you feel so good. I miss you so much. You've been such a good girl keeping this pussy nice and warm for me. You're squeezing me perfectly."

"I love you."

His dick twitched. "Fuck, I love you, too, sweetheart. My perfect angel."

His drive now resembled a wild animal. He didn't know where to place his hands. One minute they were rubbing her tits, the next it was toying with her clit. Nanami was fucking Y/N as if there was no tomorrow, balls slapping against her ass. The sounds of her pussy gushing began to heighten in volume. Anyone listening would think it was a steamy porno video, but it was just two lovers making sweet love to each other.

If Y/N was tired before, she was definitely awake now. Despite that, she knew this quick fuck would put her to sleep. She loved his dick. So long and girthy, every inch filling her insides to feel the veins engrave her walls. Y/N wasn't the one to boost a man's ego by saying her pussy was theirs, but she would scream at the top of her lungs to let the world know it was Nanami's.

Being a good husband and good dick will definitely have you this way.

Y/N pulled her tits out of the nightgown she was wearing. Without asking, of course, Nanami swallowed her breast to suck while fucking her. With every thrust he took, her nerves increased. It would only take a few more until she came over his cock. Her moans were breathy yet clear. Lips held agape while droplets of drool coated the side of her mouth. Her pussy clenched and unclenched Nanami, stuck between not wanting to let go and almost ready to let go.

After sucking on her tits, Nanami detached from them with a pop to look at Y/N. How could someone look this beautiful while being stuffed with cock? He was close to cumming from just watching her, but feeling her? Pussy painting his dick white? The juices leaking between her thighs and remnants on his balls, their sheets? His eyes rolled back at the sensation. If Nanami didn't know any better, his toes were also curling.

"I'm sorry for being away from this for so long, sweetheart. Fuck, I can't stress enough how amazing you feel. How are you this wet?"

"It's okay, baby," Y/N whimpered. Why does she sound like that? It's like her voice was filled with honey.

He nodded, giving her soft smooches. "Yeah, it's okay? Hm?"

"Y-Yes, Ken. I-I'm so close. 'M want more."

He slammed into her pussy at full force while rubbing mercilessly at her needy bud. He began moaning her name and calling her a good girl for taking him so well. Their brown irises were blown with pure lust as they held contact with each other. Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. She stuck out her tongue, and Nanami never expected he had a spitting kink until he met Y/N. He allowed a long string of spit to drip into her mouth before meeting her lips again.

The kiss was sloppy, loud, and obnoxious. The power in his thrusts was beyond him. Y/N's pussy just felt too good not to fuck like this. Pussy like this was bound to make him a satyromaniac. Pussy like this makes him want to breed her.

"This pussy is so good, angel. I want to fuck my cum deep inside you and make you a mommy. Would you like that?" Nanami rasped.

"Oh God, yes. Yes, Kento. Please cum in my pussy. Make me a mommy." Y/N's hand trailed down his spine, stopping at his lower back to pat repeatedly. She was there. She was—"Baby, keep fucking me like this. I'm cumming."

"Fuck, Y/N."

He quickly pulled out to turn Y/N on her back to pin both her thighs back as far as they could. Before Nanami slid back in, he slapped his cock on her clit to hear that pretty sure of her pussy gushing. The feeling of returning inside her was even warmer than before. Nanami pounded into her at a steady pace but ensured every thrust was passionate. Hearing Y/N scream out his name only gave him more motivation.

She gripped the sheets beneath her doing her best to take this deep fucking from Nanami. To have the energy to fuck like this after a long day at work was mind-blowing to Y/N. But not as blown as her pussy. She whimpered through every last thrust until her vision blurred and tears pricked the corner of her eyes. She stared at Nanami. He always fucks her well. However, this? This was more than usual. What's gotten into him? Why was he fucking her like this?

"Ken…" came out as a faint whisper.

She orgasmed.

While looking into his crisp brown eyes, she saw stars. Her walls were contracting uncontrollably around him. Seven minutes of being fucked into oblivion of ecstasy. Words couldn't even come through due to them tangling in her throat. Just breathy moans that were hitched. She repeatedly mouthed, "Thank you, I love you," because that's how she truly felt. Fucked and in love.

And it didn't take a while for Nanami to follow behind.

As he continued to fuck Y/N through her orgasm, squirt splashed between them and leaked down their sheets. Heat rushed to the center of his face. An overflow of his cum shot through the tip of his cock to flood her pussy. Harsh curse words sinfully slipped through Nanami's lips as soon as his release came, but his powerful thrusts didn't stop. He wanted to ensure he milked every last bit of his seeds in Y/N as deep as possible. Nanami was very serious about making her a mother.

The coiled moans finally unravel in Y/N's throat upon feeling his heated cum ooze in her pussy. She continued by expressing gratitude for the long-needed orgasm she yearned for.

Nanami eventually halted his thrusts to allow his cock to get cozy in her pussy. He unpinned her thighs to let them wrap around his waist, and she did the same with her arms to pull him into a passionate kiss. While swirling tongues, Nanami slowly pulled out, to which they shared a final moan.

Y/N felt complete with the amount of cum marinating in her pussy. And when remnants attempted to leak out, Nanami would swirl his finger inside of her to push them back in. She knew this would definitely be enough to get her pregnant.

After a few more kisses, Nanami rolled on his back to let out a heavy breath. He pulled Y/N onto his chest to kiss her forehead softly.

"Was I too rough with you toward the end?"

"Hm, kinda. But honestly—I loved it. I wouldn't mind if you fucked me like that from time to time," Y/N answered.

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

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sanaxo-o · 8 months

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Bet U Wanna (Lee Juyeon)

Inspired by Bet U Wanna by Sabrina Carpenter 👍

Warnings: ex 2 lovers, Juyeon is a bit toxic in the starting but he realises that later 👍, kissing, mention of alcohol, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending hehe

Word count: 2765

|| I'd recommend listening to Bet u wanna by Sabrina Carpenter when reading 👹. It will get you in the feels lol ||

|| A special thanks to @winterchimez for helping me while I wrote this 😭. If not for Ally I would have quite literally just left it as it was because of the fact that I am not at all confident in writing these things lol. Also thanks to @o-onikix for reassuring me all the time telling me that my writing is good when I needed to hear it the most 🤧. If not for Nara I would I have left Tumblr the moment I started losing hope in myself. Love you guys a tons 💗||

🎵Told me, told me I'm your only🎵

Staring off into space, you remember when you and Juyeon sat on this very couch as he told you about his day. You reminisce back then how he said that you were the only one for him—how this whole relationship felt right, and how he was convinced that it just felt so right for him. Being absolutely head over heels for him, you obviously believed everything he said without questioning it.

Only now did you realise that all he said was just a lie. The way all of the events before this were unfolding now, this relationship did not matter to him as much as it did to you. He really must have thought that the relationship you both had was such a waste of time.

"Y/N?? Are you there?? Hello?" You flinched hard when someone pinched you on your arm. Slapping the arm away harshly, you rubbed the part where it hurt.

"What?" You asked rather harshly your friend, Olivia.

"Still thinking about him?" She asked with concern. She took your hands in hers, and rubbed them comfortingly. "Come on. Cheer up. Juyeon does not deserve your attention. You know it." She trailed off.

You looked at the corner of the classroom where Juyeon was. He was alone, and none of his friends were there. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him as you knew how much he hated being alone—he had always dreaded emptiness.

Turning your attention back to Olivia, you decided to speak up.

"But...look at him. Even he looks miserable..." You were now staring at his lone figure. He still looked like he was alright when you were probably going through the worst times of your life. And you hated that. You hated everything that involved him, yet you longed for him. How his touch always lingered on your skin, and how you missed him. Yet, you couldn’t help but also loath him with all your heart, especially with how badly he has treated you since the beginning of your relationship.

"Y/N. He has never thought twice before letting you down. You have to agree with me. He was an asshole while you were dating him. Yes, he's a great friend, but as a boyfriend, he is not. He literally misused you just to hang out and be around his useless friends. It wasn’t just a one-time thing, it was way more than that."

Honestly, you couldn’t blame Olivia for her ramblings because whatever she said was valid and backed up by all of the unhappy memories you’ve had with the man himself and how there’s no actual need for Juyeon to be in your life ever.

However, you just know that he’s the one you need the most in all aspects of your daily life.

—x—

Flashback

It was freezing cold right now as you stood outside the restaurant doors. The cool night breeze makes you shiver occasionally while waiting for Juyeon to arrive.

He was supposed to be here by 8:00 p.m., but it was 10 right now. He was two hours late. You decided to think nothing much of it and waited a little longer. Could there be an emergency? Or he got stuck with some urgent work.

You sighed as you removed your phone from your handbag and redialed Juyeon's number.

*Ring ring-*

"Hello?" A soft voice spoke out, but it was not Juyeon. It was one of his friends.

"Hi, um...could you pass the phone to Juyeon? It's an emergency..." you said in a soft voice. Walking around, you spotted a bench nearby and sat there while waiting for Juyeon to speak.

"Hello.." you heard Juyeon's muffled voice.

"Juyeon...where are you? We were supposed to meet at the restaurant at 8. It’s literally 10 right now..." you say with a gentle voice, but it is clear that you are frustrated

"Shit! Was it today? I am so sorry, Y/N I came over to my friend's house, and I don't think I can make it there in time anymore. Could we possibly reschedule our date?"

You scoffed hearing his words. "Reschedule? Juyeon... you have clearly forgotten about it. How many more times are you going to do this? I am tired of it." You did not even wait for his reply and hung up the phone.

—x—

End of flashback

As much as you were constantly reminded by all of the uneventful situations that Juyeon has always put you in, you knew that the memories and chemistry you had with him were different, something you had never experienced with anyone else before. Frankly, you were pretty satisfied with everything you’ve had with him. If only you could go back in time, you would have ensured that he would have stayed with you, in your arms.

It hurts to see him so close to you yet out of your reach. Gosh, only if your ego was not that huge, you would have just gone towards him and kissed him. His lips always made you go feral, no matter how often you kissed him. How it always comforted you when in need, and how soft his lips were all the time.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you paid attention to Olivia again. She was talking about some upcoming party happening this coming Sunday.

"I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. I am busy." You voice out your thoughts. You saw how Olivia stopped what she was doing to look at you with her eyebrow raised.

"Busy with what exactly? Are you reminiscing about your time with Juyeon? Come on, you can do better than that." She said as she nudged you on your shoulder with her pen.

"Not exactly. Hey, I am not that—" You could not even finish your sentence when you saw the look Olivia had on her face. She knew damn well that you would binge-watch your comfort shows with a tub full of ice cream and cry while thinking about Juyeon. She did not want that. She wanted you to enjoy your life again, just like how you used to. She wanted you to stop thinking about Juyeon for once, pay more attention to your personal life, and socialise more.

"Oh, come on. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Show up to the part all dressed up, hell even put on the most glamorous outfit you own, and make Juyeon jealous. If he sees you in that infamous red dress of yours, I bet he’ll most likely drop whatever he’s doing and make his way towards you and kiss you senselessly. I am convinced that he’d give up the whole world just to be able to touch you again.”

You sighed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You did not even know why you tried so hard to get Juyeon's attention. He did not even care about you.

His world was way too different from yours. He was on the other side, far away from your reach. His kind of people surrounded him, ones who were way out of your league.

"Y/N!! Are you done!?" You heard Olivia's voice shouting for you. Taking your things, you exited your room to see her on her phone.

Upon hearing your footsteps, she looked up only to have her jaw drop as she looked at you from head to toe.

"Are you really the same person who was planning on crying today? Because...how?" Her voice sounded so genuine that you were confident enough to make Juyeon jealous just by seeing you. But at the back of your head, you asked yourself again once more.

Why are you even doing this? Are you just getting your hopes to high? What if Juyeon really does not care about you? What if he had already moved on? Unlike you, who was still stuck in the past.

"Stop daydreaming, and let's go. You're gonna have so much fun! And I cannot wait to see Juyeon's face when he sees you!" You rolled your eyes when she said that.

Entering the place where the party was held, you hated yourself as your only thought was to look for Juyeon amidst the crowd.

It didn’t take long for you to land your eyes on the person you were on so desperately looking for but what you saw made you freeze on your spot. You saw Juyeon kissing a random girl. She was pretty, and for some reason, you felt so disappointed. It's not like you both were in a relationship. You had no control over who he was with—who he was touching and kissing. Even he had no control over who you kissed or slept with. So why?

You freed yourself from Olivia's grip and immediately went towards the kitchen where all the alcohol was kept.

Picking up what you guessed was the strongest of them all, you poured yourself a glass. Looking around the room while taking slow sips of the drink, you took the whole sight in.

The room was packed, even suffocating. But that was none of your concern right now. You just wanted to kiss someone, get your mind off of Juyeon for once in the last few weeks and not think about his pretty face, which would always make your day better.

How his small gestures would always comfort you no matter what—how your heart and stomach would literally do somersaults whenever he was close to you, and even to feel a spark between you two.

Maybe it was just you who felt it.

You then noticed a figure approaching you from the corner of your eye.

"What are you doing here all alone? Where is your friend?" Sunwoo asked when he came in front of you.

You were familiar with him. He was acquainted with a couple of your friends. You never really got to talk with him one-on-one like this. Perhaps coming here tonight could make you socialise again.

"I just wanted some alone time, that's it. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your friends?" You asked.

"What? I could not hear you! The music is too loud!" Sunwoo shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to clarify his words.

"Shouldn't you be with your friends right now!" You shouted back. Sunwoo reluctantly leaned down to hear you more clearly.

His face was so close to yours. His perfect plump lips were coming so close to yours, and how they were parted apart from each other. Your eyes travelled across his entire face, taking in his perfect nose. His big eyes were now staring into yours.

Both of you were leaning forward slowly, noses touching each other, and both of your breaths fanning against each other. You saw Juyeon staring in your direction from the corner of your eyes.

Wasting no time, you attached your lips to Sunwoo's. The kiss was slow, sensual at the very least. It was completely different from when you used to kiss Juyeon. However, you felt nothing when you kissed Sunwoo. There were no feelings. It was just two people kissing each other, and there was no spark. You did not feel yourself getting giddy like you would always do when with Juyeon.

—x—

Juyeon’s POV

I was sitting on the couch with a drink in my hand. All of my friends were gone somewhere, probably getting high or something. As I looked around, my eyes fell on a figure not so far from me.

Squinting my eyes, I came to realise that it was Y/N.

My eyes travelled all over her body. She was wearing a red dress—how it hugged her body perfectly was driving me insane, and how her hair was perfectly falling over her shoulders. Her pretty smile made her stand out from the crowd. All I ever want is to go over to her, grab her, and kiss her senselessly.

I was dying to touch her, hold her again in my arms. Without her beside me, it felt so cold and empty. I hated and regretted the way I left her in the past. I noticed how her eyes were not shining like before. They were not as bright as before—they looked dull, or rather, she looked dull. It was as if she had no life left in her anymore. It hurts to see her like this—knowing I might be the reason behind this hurts. I just wanted to go over to her and keep her in my arms where it would be warm.

When I returned to my senses, I saw that Y/N was no longer alone. She was talking with a guy. Oh, how I wish I were there instead of him. How I wish she were talking with me instead of him.

Seeing him so close to her—talking, laughing, and even touching her. My hand tightened around the drink in my hand when I saw them so close face to face. Their lips were almost touching.

I saw how Y/N crashed her lips on his—kissing him like she used to kiss me. Seeing her do that to someone else made me feel some things I shouldn’t. It's like...I did not want anyone close to her but me, but then again, I was also the reason our relationship broke off.

I immediately stood up when I saw that guy grabbing her hand. Taking big steps towards them, I pushed the guy away and dragged Y/N with me outside.

It was quiet between us. None of us spoke a word until I finally mustered up the courage to speak up.

"Who was that?"

"Just a friend." She replied softly. God, how much I missed that soft voice of hers. I stared at her with so many emotions in my eyes. I wanted to let her know that life without her beside was pointless— I wanted to tell her about how much I missed staring into those eyes while we both talked about our day and laughed at silly things.

"You don't kiss a friend." I replied, trying not to show how affected I was.

"Well, you're not the one to say that." I scoffed at her words.

"I told you! That kiss between that girl I had meant nothing."

"Juyeon, that's not the reason why I broke up with you! Why can’t you understand that!"

She then proceeds to take a step towards me. "You never thought about me when you let me down! You always expected me to act fine the next day when, in fact, I was not! I hated how you always left me like that! And then, you won't even tell me why you did all of that."

She screamed in my face. I noticed how she was starting to breathe heavily. I hugged her, hoping that would calm her down.

"You don't know how much I hate the way I left you. I hate the way I said my goodbye to you. Y/N. Every day, all I can think about is you. Your laugh and the way your eyes always shine when you see me. You don't know how much I missed you the past few weeks. I missed holding you close to me in the comforts of my apartment. I am sorry I made you feel like I did not think about you. I love you so much. I am always reminiscing about our time together. All I wish is to be a better boyfriend and a better version of myself. Can't you just...give me one last chance? I promise I won't let you down." I pulled away from our hug and stared into her eyes. I saw the way her eyes were glistening with tears. I kissed her just below her eyes and tenderly wiped away her small drop of tear.

"One last chance. Don't fuck it up, Lee Juyeon..." I gave out a big smile and smashed my lips on her. I moved my lips along with hers and how our lips perfectly moulded together, kissing in sync. Gasping for air, we both pulled away. I brushed my hand on her hair.

"I bet you missed this." She joked with a smile on her face.

"Oh baby, you don't know how much I missed this." I kissed her again. Entangling my fingers with hers in one hand, the other grabbed her chin and deepened our kiss.

🎵Bet you wanna love me now🎵

I hope it was good enough 🤧. I am still in the phase of exploring new genres and trying to expand my writing skills which don’t revolve around yandere at all.

Tagging: @deoboyznet

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natswritingz · 2 years

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Little Black Skirt (Eddie Munson x fem!reader) SMUT 18+

(A/N- My writing took a weird turn and like switched up on me, so I hope you enjoy this style, whatever it is? Requests are open, I also apologize for any typos, I did proofread but knowing me, I probably missed something. Hope you enjoy :) )

Warnings - SPANKING KINK! This story is all about spanking and fingering, dom Eddie, praising, also being called slutty hehe

Words - 1.8k

Eddie hated, hated, when you wore your tight little skirts, because of course the only time you'd wear them was when he couldn't lay a hand on you. You "never" wore them when it was the two of you in private according to him, which was a fat lie.

Today was one of those days you wore your little black skirt, it fell only mere inches below your ass. A nice treat for Eddie later, you'd argue it was a nice treat for him all night.

"I'll see you Monday." You hugged Robin goodbye as Steve rolled his eyes behind the two of you as if this wasn't what happened every time you all hung out.

Eddie just stood in a trance, your legs looked fucking fantastic, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The wind would slightly pick up and move your skirt just enough for him to see the red lace of your panties, his favorite pair. Your thighs, just there tantalizing him, he thought his face would look better between them.

You stood back from the embrace, Eddie now taking you under his arm as Steve and Robin got into his car and drove off. Watching the taillights disappear into the distance of the trailer park, you could feel Eddie remove his arm from your shoulders and before you knew it, his large hand paired with cold rings grabbed at your ass.

"I feel like I faintly remember requesting you to not wear the sluttiest thing you own when we're in a position I can't take you on the spot." The brunette's sarcastic comment induced a facetious eye roll from you.

"Man, I feel like I remember faintly not caring." Turning on your heel Eddie's hand was involuntarily moved from your ass to your hip. Now looking at him, you both had coy smirks on your face, each for different reasons. You beamed with playfulness, while he was fueled with lust and unspeakable ideas.

Ed wanted to waste no more time, taking ahold of your hand he guided you inside to the cluttered trailer and into his even more cluttered room. Going to sit on the bed, Eddie stopped you and instead took a seat himself, leaving you on display.

"Since you decided to tease me tonight with your little skirt, I think it's only fair you receive a punishment. Don't you think, babygirl?" His dominance made you weak in the knees. The corner of his lips curled to a devious smile; one you've grown quite used to.

"Fine, let's get this over with." You coolly played it off, not knowing what he had up his sleeve kept you on pins and needles.

"Tsk - in a gritty mood tonight? I definitely think ol' Y/N deserves her punishment." The desire in his eyes was apparent the more you went back and forth, his pupils dilated with the slightest rim of brown. "Come here and bend over my knee." You sent him an inquisitive look to which he replied to by tapping his palm against his left thigh.

Deciding to entertain Eddie, you obliged and laid yourself over his knees, your ass now face up in his lap. He stifled a groan at the sight of your skirt already beginning to ride up, the red panties ever so visible. You felt the presence of a single digit drawing lines up and down your thighs with the occasional tracing on the curve of your ass, his gentle touch made your core ache.

"Look at this slutty little undergarment you have on, what was the reason for wearing these? Hm?" His voice became lower the more he spoke, a telltale sign Eddie was beyond horny. His gravelly tone made you pull your lip between your teeth, your eyes shutting harshly before letting your face relax once more.

"O-only pair that was clean." Seeing right through your stuttered fib, he knew the real reason, you wanted his attention and that was just what he was going to give you.

"So now we have to lengthen your punishment, for lying and wearing this little skirt. Anything else you wanna do to add to your punishment, sweetheart?" He cupped his hand to the back of your knee, slowly dragging it up towards your ass, sending goosebumps to your surfaces.

"I didn't li-" SMACK. Your body jolted at the sudden impact, the stinging sensation on your left asscheek coming mere seconds later. You could hear Eddie's shallow breathing paired with a faint grunt; he was enjoying himself.

"You're just digging your hole there, babe." His palm rested on your ass, massaging it to calm down the pain before lifting and letting it fall with another harsh slap, a whine escaped your lips. "Sounds like someone's getting pleasure from being a bad girl." Then another one, SMACK.

"Fuck - Eddie." You moaned your words through a clenched jaw, your ass was virtually on fire. The pain mixed with your excitement, perfectly balancing each other like yin and yang, leaving you to soak your undergarment and ache without any touch to your covered pussy.

"What do you need, princess? Just tell me what you need." He cooed, adoring the beet red marks he left on your pretty ass.

"Touch m-" SMACK. This hit drew a loud moan from your swollen lips you had been biting at a little too much.

"You want me to touch you? Do you think you deserve it after tonight?" All you could do was hum in agreement. He tsked his tongue in thought, removing his hand that was clamped to the back of your knee and began playing with the hem of the lace panties. "Such a beautiful view, a few more spanks and I'm not sure I'll be able to tell where the material starts." The thought of Eddie leaving your ass bright red somehow turned you on more, you weren't sure that was possible at this point, but Eddie always had his ways of surprising you.

His pointer finger crept along the fabric, falling to where your covered cunt throbbed. He pushed against your covered clit which endorsed another moan from you, rubbing ever so slightly, painfully teasing you.

"You know-" He moved his hand upward, looping his finger around the fabric just above your wet slit, pulling the material up just enough to have it put pressure on your core. "I love hearing your noises when I spank you, I know you're enjoying it just as much as I am."

"Maybe more than you." You butted in. You couldn't see his smirk, but you could sense it, you knew Eddie all too well. He pulled the panties up, the article pushing on your clit even harder. Your hips moved as instinct, desperately trying to get more relief. Another loud contact could be heard paired with the sensation of pleasurable pain. Desperately looking for something to clench, you took a fistful of his sheets, knuckles turning white as you secured your grip.

"Let's take these off." Removing his palm from the hold he took above your pussy, using both hands he snaked his fingers under the cloth while you raised your hips, swiftly pulling them to the halfway mark on your thighs. You were exposed to him now, free to explore as much as he'd like.

His left hand began to tease your entrance, drawing sloppy lines between your lubed lips. A sigh of relief poured from your mouth, his warm fingers continued to dance temptingly. Finally giving you what you want, he slowly entered his middle finger, allowing your walls to eagerly accept him.

"Mm - you're so fucking wet for me princess, too bad you've been such a bad girl, I'd be licking you clean right now." His right hand could be felt in your hair, jerking your head back to where your breath caught in your throat. Your eye's landed on a Judas Priest poster you hopelessly attempted to fixate on, Eddie was driving you mad with his teasing.

He pumped his digit slowly, sliding in and out, you swore paint drying was faster than his current pace. You found yourself fighting the urge to push back against his hand, your hips needed to buck or roll, anything for more. Anything for him to go deeper.

"Look at how patient my girl is, such a good girl." He leaned towards your tilted back head, whispering his praises in your ear. "Not trying to grind against me, just letting me finger you at my own pace." He knew what he was doing, he wanted you to misbehave, to permit another spank.

He completely stopped moving, no longer moving his hand and just letting his finger rest snug inside you. Asshole, you thought to yourself.

"Eddieeee." Your whine was needy, still refusing to make any motion against his hand.

"I know you wanna fuck my hand back, babygirl." He let go of your hair, allowing you to hang it at your own elevation. "Do it. Give in." His words of encouragement pushed you. You needed the release now, this instant. With that, you pushed your ass back, feeling his finger submerge deeper.

The hand that unclasped from your hand now slapped your ass another time, his finger still inside you. The pain of the slap and his finger sliding into your soaking pussy felt like utter bliss. You continued to roll your hips which got Eddie to give in, entering another finger and curling them while he laid another smack on your ass.

"Umph - yes, ke-keep going." You moaned, reinforcing your grip on his sheets. The sound of his open palm against your cheek filled the room once more, then again, and again. As he continued to smack your backside, he picked up the pace just how you like it, reaching your g-spot repeatedly.

"You like that, princess? You like me fucking you while I punish you?" All you could do was loudly moan in response, currently, words weren't at your disposal.

It was so stimulating; the fullness of Eddie's large fingers, the burning sensation radiating from your ass, his dirty words, the grunts he'd let out as you squirmed around on his hard bulge. It was enough to make you think you've died and gone to heaven.

"You gonna cum babygirl?" He could feel and sense it, your walls clenching around his fingers, the soft whimpers mixed with moans that exited your pretty mouth, you were going to cum. Mhm was the only 'word' that you could vocalize, his hand still pounding against your pussy, the other now massaging your ass through the slaps he gave you.

"Shit Eddie - I'm gonna cu- Eddie I'm gonna-" You were a mess with shaking legs.

"Cum for me princess." And so you did, your walls pulsating around his fingers, the butterflies in your stomach felt like they were being released as you rode out your orgasm with sharp pants, you were unfolding in his hands.

Giving you a few seconds, he slowly pulled out and drew his hand to his face, licking his middle and pointer fingers clean, savoring your taste. You continued to lay face down on his lap, exhausted from the explosive orgasm you just had.

"I've changed my mind, I think you should wear this more often." His words made you lazily giggle.

"If that happens every time I do, gladly."

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nc-vb · 1 year

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

In advance, I apologize to those who have already seen this post. I’ve had to transfer it to a new blog thanks to a seemingly permanent ban on my former main blog, @niicevibe. So this is just copy & paste from there. Sorry! This is part one of a two-part series, formerly a drabble! This part is sfw, while its eventual part two will not be!

pairing -> diluc x fem!reader

warnings -> minors dni, slightly suggestive at the end; reader is too forward for diluc to handle; not beta'ed.

character mentions -> kaeya, fatui

word count -> 1.46k

In feeling a pair of eyes on him as he worked, and in sensing a knowing smirk coming from the same source, Diluc sighs, lowering a freshly polished glass back down on its rack and turning your way.

“You’re staring again,” he tells you, as if you weren’t aware you’d been doing it.

“Can you blame me?” you ask him from the furthest seat of the bar, leaning your chin into your palm where your elbow rests against the bar rail. “You’re just much too pretty not to be stared at, Master Diluc. Haven’t you looked at your reflection lately?”

Clearing his throat into a gloved hand, you note the catch in his voice, and the slightest pigment of red on the apples of his cheeks, and smile.

“You’re really not used to hearing this kind of thing, are you?” you muse to him, failing to stifle a giggle when he sighs brokenly again. “Hehe.”

“When it’s coming from someone like you, _______? No. Not particularly.”

“Someone like me?” you repeat, feigning being offended by his words by placing an innocently poised hand over your heart. “Whatever do you mean, Master Diluc?”

“I mean, you’ve been hanging around Kaeya too much lately, and it’s somehow translated into you enjoying teasing and taunting those around you.”

“Not everyone,” you disagree. He raises an eyebrow. “Just you.”

“And whatever did I do to deserve such a thing?” You laugh lightly, a breathy sound that makes Diluc turn his attention down to checking on the garnishes – unfortunately for him, they’re all full; nothing to distract himself with or to excuse himself briefly from the bar area.

“Okay, well, perhaps those Fatui jerks staying at Goth’s, too, but they’re such easy targets.” Diluc doesn’t bother to repress a snort of amusement – it’s true, he agrees in his thoughts, they are. “But you’re a smart man, Master Diluc. Surely, you’ve… at least… noticed the difference?”

The difference?

It became a grand habit of sorts, you entering the Angel’s Share on the days he comes in to relieve Charles. He’d always wondered about you– is she stalking me? How in Teyvat does she know when I’m here every time? – until he'd discovered your apartment to sit adjacent to the bar when he’d notice you making your return there from the end of your shift. You’d waved to him once after that, calling his name from your balcony while he bused away empty glasses from the patio tables, something that’d startled him into nearly dropping one that had a sharp, minty fragrance settled in a pool of green at the bottom of it. But he would return an awkward raise of his hand in greeting back, anyway. And from then on, your visits became too ever-present, never ordering an alcoholic beverage, but something sweet while speaking sweetly to its maker from your coveted end stool.

Some days, you would be joined by his brother Kaeya who, after realizing you frequented the bar slightly more often than he did, took it upon himself to rub off on you. On his days at the Angel’s Share, he noticed Kaeya in you, in the way you teased him; another frustrating feat his adoptive brother managed to achieve. Yet somehow, eventually, the effect that it had on him changed. Eventually, the teasing didn’t make him heave his sighs, or have him switch with Charles when maybe, you became too much to handle on top of Kaeya. Eventually, he looked forward to whatever witty comments you threw his way so he could dish his own back, clever enough that they would have you both chuckling from the end of the bar.

So, isn’t it that you’ve become good friends? Or, at the very least, good acquaintances?

“You’ve never shied away from being an honest person, Miss _______,” Diluc finally says, his voice quiet though still audible over the noise circulating through the bar. “It’s one of the many qualities you have that I enjoy. At the very least, you seem to favour me more than most others I’ve seen you interact with.”

Your entire body pauses, lips parting in response to his words.

“What?” he says, eyebrow raised. Frustrated, you aggressively gesture at him, startling the man, from unable to form the words resting on the tip of your tongue until you realize you don’t have a choice.

“Apparently, I haven’t been honest enough,” you gripe, “if that was your reaction.”

“_______—""Because the difference in the way I mess around with the Fatui stationed in Mondstadt versus the way I like to tease you, stationed here in your bar, or on the streets, is that I don’t harbour romantic feelings for the Fatui.”

In the shadows his bangs cast, Diluc’s eyes widen, the red of his irises suddenly burning like the flames he controls. His mouth opens and closes at you like a fish out of water several times, the only sounds escaping him being ones of utter speechlessness and complete shock.

“Diluc…” Face propped up against your hand, your soft smile squished by your palm pressing your cheeks into it, and suddenly, looking at you, Diluc’s cheeks fill with the same shade of rouge as his hair, and once more does he avert his eyes. “I only tease the ones I love.”

Diluc huffs, shaking his head down at the bar top and wearing the smallest of smiles you think you may have ever seen. Content, you polish off the remainder of your non-alcoholic beverage and slide out of the stool, sliding the glass along with you on your way to where Diluc stands, only to abandon it and lean over the counter, unsuspecting to the other regulars. His throat tightens by your closeness, and to combat the pressure building in his chest, he clutches the underneath of the counter, fingers digging painfully hard into the wood in the hopes it would keep him grounded.

“I think I’ve bought enough juice here over the past year to have established myself to you,” you say, speaking quietly enough that the incoming patrons don’t overhear but at a volume that only Diluc could hear you. He swallows. “But if you care to want to reciprocate things, well…” And you chuckle breathily, your warmth hitting his already burning cheek. “You know where I live.”

(i lowkey can't wait to get into writing the part two to this lol.)

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc #genshin diluc #diluc genshin #diluc x reader #diluc x yn #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #diluc fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #✦ genshin impact.#✦ nc vb.#sigh... i almost forgot to bring this one over lol.

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goldenhypen · 2 years

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▸ IF ONLY I COULD HAVE TREATED YOU THE WAY YOU DESERVED

PAIRING | jake sim x fem!reader ; ft. enhypen’s hyung line & nmixx’s lily

GENRE | angst to fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship!au

SYNOPSIS | after a conflict between you and jake, you two silently compete by repeatedly outdoing the other’s attempts at payback. but when jake takes it too far, he finds ways to make it up to and comfort you.

WORD COUNT | 2.1k

WARNINGS | contains jealousy on both jake and y/n’s end, as well as a slight argument (but it all ends with fluff <3)

AUTHOR’S NOTE | i’ve been trying to control myself not to upload too many jake fics, but here i am, uploading the second one of this week yas 🤩 anyways, i hope you guys like it! hehe <3

“jakey?” you gently tapped your boyfriend’s arm.

being close friends, heeseung invited you and jake over for a casual, get-together, along with some mutual friends, like jay and sunghoon, as well as some other female friends.

all of you were playing a card game together on the living room floor, and it was jake’s turn.

in response to your soft call, while he was deciding what move to make next in the game, he answered, “wait, wait, hold on.”

so, patiently, you waited.

and once his turn was over, you asked again, “jakey?”

he hummed in response, leaning slightly in your direction to listen.

“wanna come with me to the kitchen to get some more punch?” you asked, noticing both of your cups were empty.

but just as you thought he was listening to you, instead, he was paying attention to the conversation between jay and sunghoon about the game, causing him to laugh at their comments.

“jake!” you asserted yourself while making sure your voice wasn’t too loud.

but he still wasn’t listening, and you could tell by the way his eyes were still glued on the two with a smile on his face, close to letting out another laugh at a conversation he wasn’t even directly a part of. you sighed, nerves beginning to grow slightly irritated.

you waited another minute or two as people finished their turns, and the game soon ended.

you nudged your boyfriend’s arm softly.

“jake?”

and instead of a listening ear like you had hoped for, you got a small hand gesture, telling you to wait again.

you sighed heavily and rolled your eyes slightly before picking up your cup. you had considered taking jake’s for him as well to be a kind girlfriend, but at this point, you were so annoyed with him that your negative thoughts overrode your nice ones, and you decided that you wouldn’t be the ‘good girlfriend’ this time. he didn’t deserve your kindness after not listening to you repeatedly and making you wait for so long, your thirst only growing stronger by the minute.

so, standing up, you made your way to the kitchen by yourself, taking your cup with you as you let out soft huffs of anger.

standing at the counter where the living room was visible, you retrieved some juice from the punch bowl, glaring at your boyfriend even though he wasn’t looking at you to notice it; of course, he was still laughing with his friends, having a good time himself without caring for you, his ‘beloved girlfriend.’

after filling your cup, you just stood by the counter, a hint of anger in your expression evident in your small frown, slightly furrowed brows and cold eyes that stared at nothing in particular.

after what felt like a long while, jake finally met you in the kitchen, his cup in hand.

he looked at you, and even though you weren’t looking at him, he smiled at you.

he began filling his cup with punch.

still staring at you and noticing something wasn’t right, he confronted you about it in the sweetest and most caring tone, “what’s wrong, love?”

but you ignored him and walked away, maintaining your upset demeanour.

assuming jake’s eyes were still on you, you returned to the living room and sat very closely beside heeseung, your back facing jake.

and you predicted correctly, because jake watched you the entire time, his chest filling with a slight hurt and jealousy as you dared to sit so close to heeseung when jake himself was your boyfriend who you could have made room to sit with, just like you had done mere minutes ago.

a slight feeling of frustration began to pent up within him, and following your actions, he did the same, except this time, he made his way to the spot across from you, sitting close to an australian girl you two had just met that day because of heeseung, whose name you learned was lily.

you watched him and ended up making eye contact, glaring at him, finding his actions rude and upsetting.

after a few minutes, all of you started another game, and your boyfriend continued to watch you with heeseung when you weren’t looking. in doing this, he only grew more jealous, and he decided to take his actions further by making conversation with lily, knowing he could elicit a few laughs from her, easily gaining your attention. and you quickly grew jealous, only further fueling your anger.

lily’s laughs ended up resulting in jake laughing, too, and he began becoming slightly touchy with her, placing his hand on her shoulder or her back.

you watched the entire scene and it upset you to the point where your lips automatically dropped into a frown and you felt your eyes begin to water.

you knew that if you continued to watch any longer, it wouldn’t take long for you to break down in front of all your friends and acquaintances, so you quickly stood up, drawing your eyes to anywhere but jake and lily.

as the game hadn’t ended yet, everyone’s eyes followed your figure, including jake’s now slightly concerned ones.

you quickly removed yourself from the room and being close enough with heeseung, you treated his place like your own home. you ran upstairs and into the guest bedroom, slightly slamming the door behind you.

you didn’t notice, but jake didn’t hesitate in following you up the stairs after seeing you in this state. he could immediately tell something was wrong and he realized he had taken it too far.

within seconds of you making it into the guest bedroom, you heard knocks on the door.

you were on top of the bed, muffling your screams as you buried your head into one of the pillows.

you didn’t bother looking up as jake opened the door slowly.

with sadness in his voice from seeing you in this state, he called your name softly.

you quickly got under the blankets on the side of the bed furthest from the door, facing your back to jake and you only continued to cry more.

he stepped into the room and softly closed the door behind him before sitting on the side of the bed closest to where he was.

he placed his hand on top of the blanket over your arm and rubbed it softly in an attempt to comfort you.

however, he wasn’t satisfied, and he climbed into bed with you, under the blanket, and wrapped his arm around your body, nuzzling his nose into your upper back and neck area.

being in his hold, your cries eventually began to subside.

you felt the part of the mattress directly behind you dip as jake sat up slightly with his arm still around your figure before you felt his lips come in contact with your cheek in a soft, lingering peck.

his actions from earlier suddenly began replaying in your head, and subsequently, your eyes welled up with tears before quickly falling onto the pillow. your feelings began building back up and you angrily told him to get off as you grabbed his arm, detaching it from your waist and shaking him off, your body now facing him.

but he didn’t let you.

“y/n, stop,” his soft yet assertive voice interrupted your struggles.

you felt almost restless to the point that you couldn’t help but bang your fists on his chest, but not in a way that would hurt him too much.

he held your wrists and repeated, “y/n- y/n, stop.”

you froze and defeatedly dropped your hands back down onto the mattress, and continued crying into his chest.

he held you securely into him in a comforting hug, holding you and never wanting to let go.

after a while, he once again soothed your cries, and you two lay in each other’s presence in a comfortable silence.

“i’m sorry, y/n, for acting like a jerk earlier. i noticed you were mad, and when i asked what was wrong, you ignored me. and then seeing you sit so closely next to heeseung, to be honest with you, it made me mad and jealous that i guess i wanted to get back at you, so i did what you did, but with lily. but that was inconsiderate, and i should have never done what i did just to get payback. i’m trying to be a good boyfriend to you, but that wasn’t the way to do it,” he paused before sighing. “do you forgive me, love?”

a frown made its way back to your face, but you looked up into his eyes with your teary ones and nodded.

“i’m sorry, too. i only ignored you because you were ignoring me before that, during the game, and i was getting frustrated. and when you asked me what was wrong, it felt like you weren’t even aware of how you hurt me and that you even did. and so i was mad and sat beside heeseung, and that was rude of me, too. my emotions took over, and i hurt you because of it,” a tear rolled down your cheek. “do you forgive me?”

“of course i do,” he told you softly before leaving a kiss on your nose.

after pulling back, you both smiled at each other before you noticed his eyes travel down to your lips.

understanding what he wanted, you decided to make the move and sat up slightly, resting your hands on his chest before leaving a few long kisses on his lips.

his hand snaked around and landed on your lower back, holding you impossibly closer.

eventually, you pulled away, and you both stared at each other softly.

“wanna go home? i’ll drive you,” he offered.

you sniffled before answering, “sure.”

followed by a loving smile, he let out a soft, “okay.”

you two crawled out of the bed before jake opened the door for you, and you made your way out, with him following, and walked downstairs hand-in-hand, jake gradually leading the way.

when you made it down, with you behind jake, your puffy eyes and face hidden away from everyone, he told them that he and you would be heading home early.

at the sound of his words, everyone nodded and replied, sending you both goodbyes. you waved from behind jake before he led you to the door.

though you didn’t need it, being the gentleman he was, he helped you put on your shoes and jacket, taking care of you the way you deserved.

opening the door, you two made your way to the car, and he opened the door for you, to which you thanked him, and within seconds, he began driving you home.

staring out the window, you felt his hand wrap around your own, holding it gently. you turned your head and looked at him as he smiled at you to which you immediately returned.

the entire rest of the car ride was mostly enjoyed in a comfortable silence accompanied by the quiet background music coming from your shared playlist.

“i love you,” jake suddenly said, looking at you and rubbing his thumb over your hand.

“love you, too.”

arriving at a red light, he quickly leaned in for one more kiss, so much care in his eyes and smiling as he repeated, “i love you so much.”

as he drove the rest of the way, he continued, “i can’t believe that with a personality and looks as good as yours, how could i ever not give you attention? i know we already apologized earlier, but i’m sorry, y/n, for not being a good boyfriend for you-“

“jakey,” you pouted. “are you kidding? i couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend, because you’re perfect.”

your tears began to slightly water again at your own words and because of how grateful you were to have jake in your life and that he was there for you when you needed him the most.

your affirmations caused him to smile, and you two continued in a comfortable silence.

every couple has their ups and downs. in fact, most of the time, those good and bad moments are what keep a relationship healthy.

if it weren’t for your and jake’s lows, your relationship wouldn’t be as strong as it is today. with every negative, the positives are only more rewarding, and you wouldn’t have wished for anything else.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. hope you guys liked this one! i’d love to hear your thoughts <3

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