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pr33tylul · 2 years

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Hii i was wondering if u could do a fluffy smut with harry and the readers first time but if u aren’t comfortable with doing smut then maybe harry x reader first kiss?

First time

Hp x fem!reader

Warnings: cute fluffy smut, swearing, soft!harry

Year: 6th year

Being the only virgin in your friend group wasn't all that bad until your friends start to tease you about it.

"Just ask him!" Lavender brown said to me over the table. "No, im not going up to my boyfriend and just popping the question" I argue back. I look over the table to see harry laughing with ron and hermione. "Look just give y/n time, it'll happen eventually and when it does i want a full report." Katie wiggles her eyebrows playfully, causing all of us to laugh. "Does sex even feel that good? Maybe your just over exaggerating" I look at them all, there mouths were hung open. Lavender,katie,Leanne,Angelina start talking over eachother. "Speak one at a time." I say to them. "Well i mean you'll never know until you try it" Angelina looked at me with a smirk. I roll my eyes and continue to laugh and joke with them.

About 30 minutes pass and we are all done eating, we start to stand up. "Hey guys, im sleeping in harrys dorm tonight so ill meet you here in the morning?" They all turn to me, smirks appear and I roll my eyes again. "Oh merlin" I slap my head. "Yeah we'll meet you here tomorrow, but expecting a full report on what happeneds" Leanne whispers as they all leave me. I walk up to harry putting my arms around his torso.

"Hey, beautiful" he smiles as he kisses My head. "You ready?" I nodded as I let go of him and take his hand. walking to his dorm.

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Another movie had ended, laying on his chest still thinking about the conversation I had with the girls. "What you thinking about babe?" I look up to see harry looking down at me. "Well..." i didn't really know how to put this still looking up at him as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You know you can tell me anything right?" "Yeah, harry i know i just dont want to make this an awkward conversation." I sit up off of him as he then sits up. "Then dont, tell me whats on your mind?" I take a breath, looking at him again. "I want to have sex with you" as soon as I say it I wish I didn't, already making myself feel awkward.

He looked at me, in fact he didn't even feel awkward. "Its just, y/n your a virgin and i need your full consent, are you sure your ready? I dont want to push you into something you dont wanna do" I smile a little as I lean up and kiss him. "Im ready, im sure" harry nods connecting his lips with mine climbing on top of me, my back meeting his bed.

"Is it okay if i take off your top" he looks Down at me I nod looking at him. "Love, i need words" "yes, its okay" I smile as he takes it off. Not wearing anything underneath, my top half was completely exposed to him. "So beautiful" he whispers, sucking gently on my left nipple, nibbling lightly. My breathing becomes a little heavier. After a couple of minutes he switches to my right, giving them both the exact same amount of attention.

Now leaving small kisses down the valley of my boobs, moving slowly down getting closer and closer to the top of my pajama bottoms. He looked up at me for permission. "Yeah, take them off" I breath heavily as he slides them off carefully, revealing my panties.

He took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor then removing my panties and then dropping them to the floor. He bent down kissing my thighs, then kissing around my wet throbbing heat. He looks up at me. "If you want me to stop, tell me okay?" I nod.

Harry licked up her slit, doing that a couple of times until his lips wrapped around the small bud, slightly sucking. My back arched, moans started to leave my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, opening my legs even more. "Harry...thats fucking amazing" I blurted out, closing my eyes as my moans grew a little louder. He slid one finger into me, pumping it in and out slowly letting me get used to the small stretch. My moans now picked up my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He sat up pulling out his finger. Putting his lips on mine. He slides his tongue on my bottom lip for entrance, gladly giving him it. Our tongues danced and swirled together, slightly tasting myself on the tip of his tongue. I reached down to touch him but not making it there as his hands pull my hands to the side of my head. "No baby...tonights about you, tonights about making you feel good." I swallowed then nodded. He sat up, getting off the bed and walking to one of his draws, pulling out a condom. He then removed his joggers, seeing his hard dick in his boxers. He also took them off. He climbed back on top of me opening the condom with his teeth, then putting it on himself. "You ready?" "Yeah, im ready." He kissed me again for a moment then slowly sliding himself in me why still kissing me. I gasp a little as he stops not fully in. "Shh, your okay" he whispers as he pushed the rest of him in me. Our breaths become heavier, foreheads touching, eyes closed. He pulls out then pushes himself in again. Feeling a different feeling that I just felt. "Harry you can move" I open my eyes and so does he. Nodding, slightly thrusting into me. I wrap my legs around him. "Fuck, your tight" he moans in my ear. "Harry, please. Faster" he didn't need to be told twice. He got harder and faster with each thrust, the both of our moans mixing to get her along with the sound of our skin clapping together. Harry kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, y/n felt an unfamiliar knot in her stomach. "Harry i think im gonna..." "cum...cum around me my love" he cut her off, not even seconds later she clenched around him letting go. Harry not long after her. He stopped both of them breathing heavily, "oh my..." y/n looked at him smiling away. He pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the bin. Wrapping her in his arms. (Jist like the gif) "i love you" he kissed her cheek answering her. "I love you too"

#harry james potter #harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry james potter smut #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you

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sushis-wild-imagination · 2 years

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Lean On Me

SeungCheol x Reader

PS: Listening to Lean on me while you read this will KILL you.

Seventeen masterlist <3

Even if we don't know

When our last will be

If by chance something happens

And we aren't able to see each other

"Do you want to get married?" he asks looking at you.

The wind was blowing in your face, you could smell the salty water. It was his his day off work and you decided to sneak away to spend a day together at the beach. You had a cute picnic at the beach. He would occasionally brush the hair pieces falling on your face and tuck them behind your ear lovingly.

You giggle at his question. "I love you, but I don't think it's the best idea to marry someone who is going to die in a couple of months." You say smiling warmly at him.

You spent your days wisely. It took you too long to come to terms with your illness. It slowly ate away at you. You were diagnosed 3 years ago, but you stopped responding to treatment a year ago.

Between all this, you met Seungcheol.

When you finally came to terms with your death, you met him. You were a make up artist with an agency and you got substituted one day for a colleague who was on maternity leave for a couple of months. You worked with Seventeen and got surprisingly close with Seventeen, especially Seungcheol. You became fast friends because of your personalities being very complimentary. He really was your sunshine in the darkest days.

You still remember the weeks he was trying so hard to win you over, but you could never get yourself to tell him why you were so distant and why you were cold. It was because you had to be. You got into a fight one rainy day, you remember him begging you for a reason why you won’t give him a chance because he was already so in love with you. You had also fallen for him, head over heels, but you couldn’t let him love you for a couple years and leave him possibly traumatised. It made you feel too guilty. When you finally told him, he broke down and kept repeating how it didn’t matter to him, he would spend every second of your remaining life with you, by your side.

You remember that one day, your doctor said your body isn’t responding to the treatment anymore. You pretended to be strong but you were so terrified of dying. One might think if you keep hearing that you’re going to die soon, you accept death. But it still absolutely scared you that you could go to sleep one day and never wake up again.

You remember that afternoon, you were so tired but you couldn’t stop sobbing because of how scared you were. Seungcheol didn’t know what to do or say, it was such a tough spot. He just held you while you broke down on the kitchen floor.

He would often go up to his members and get very real about someone he loves, slowly dying, right front of his eyes and not being able to do anything to help.

"I brought you a ring, we can be fiancés"

"What?" your eyes widen to immediately turn to look at him. He was digging his jacket pocket and pulls out a small velvet box.

“Happy one year, baby” he says and opens it for you. This makes you sit up right with both hands on your mouth. You were in awe. It was such a pretty ring, you didn’t even want to accept it.

“Why’d you do that?” You ask as he pulls your hand to him gently to put the ring on.

“I wanted to”, he said confidently and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You melt into the gesture. There were two rings in the box. He handed you the second one and held up his hand. You giggle and slide that on his finger.

Your head lands on his shoulder to rest. It was a long day, it was the happiest day in a while.

Your head leans toward my shoulder

The fact that I'm

Your momentary respite

You make me forget

You stick your hand out to see the ring. “Its very pretty, thank you” you whisper, but you’re sure he heard. Whatever did you do to deserve this boy.

Part of you was angry, that you can’t image a future with him, where you actually live your life out, have the best lives, get married, start a family, watch your children grow old, be in love with him forever, no matter how hard it gets. You gave up on those dreams when you were diagnosed but you never knew, Seungcheol would revive all of those desires again. It frustrated you.

“I’m sorry” you tell him, still leaning on his shoulder.

“Why are you sorry?” He asks playing with your fingers with your hand in his lap sitting side by side on the sand.

You were sorry that you can’t be with him for the rest of his life. But he was with you for the rest of yours. You were sorry he would have to feel loss because you would just not be here one day. You were sorry you were abandoning him. You were sorry you can’t give him a future he deserves. You were sorry you made him love an ill person.

“Just because” you say as you stare out at the ocean.

“Why?” He gently tears away from you and makes you look at him with his hand slipping on your face.

You didn’t like him looking at you anymore, you had become weak and pale and lost a lot of weight, you were losing to this illness and you hated that he was seeing you this way.

“I’m just sorry” you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“That’s what I’m asking”

“I feel like I’m abandoning you” you shrug feeling a bit awkward about coming clean. You lock fingers with him while his thumbs rubs over your hand.

I’ll be there

I'm always there inside your heart

And when it gets tough for both of us, even more

I'll be with you, my girl

“You’ll always be in my heart, y/n, wherever I am, you’re with me, I’m going to believe that” he says suddenly becoming very cheesy. It makes you blush.

“You can always come to me if things are too heavy, I’m here for you, quite literally, I will carry you” he jokes to lighten the mood and make you laugh.

He knows, you both know, its the last leg of this illness. The time is ticking and there is not enough time to do everything you want to do. But this moment right now was enough for you to forget that.

Come to me

I know that it’s so hard

I'm the same as you, yeah

I know that it's hard, I know it well, I know

Look at one another

And walk slowly towards me, one step at a time

“You’ve given me a lot of strength, I know I wouldn’t be able to thank you enough, but you’ve made my last year of my life very special” you tell him very truthfully.

“Until then, see you in the next life” you salute him like you’re some soldier off to war, that makes him chuckle and he salutes back. It was a running joke between the two, you would randomly do army skits where you're the lieutenant and he's a soldier under you. You would randomly make him do push ups in the middle of the room as a joke.

“You’re stuck with me” he says and you nod.

“Aah, what can I do about it, seems like there’s no way out” you say trying to act disappointed while he threatens to tickle you.

“What did you say?” And the tickling hands come out , while you try to get away from him.

The tickle threat died down and he settled his head on your lap and got comfortable laying down.

“Isn't the sand too hot?” You ask him as half his big body was outside the beach towel you brought with you.

“I’m comfortable” he says and snuggles into your belly to keep his eyes from the sun. You rest your palm on his face softly stroking his cheek.

“I like right now a lot” he says crossing his hands over his chest and turning his head and body towards you.

“I think I’m gonna fall asleep”

That was enough to make you forget.

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I DONT KNOW sorry I made this song so sad. Im such a sucker for major character death plots, idek why.

#svt #svt fanfic #svt seungcheol #svt scenarios #seventeen #seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #scoups #scoups x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #caratland #carat #carats #idol!reader #idol x reader

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graveyard-stray · 2 years

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Without you...// Spencer Reid x f!reader

Summary: Reader was dumped by Spencer and is having a hard time getting used to life without him.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Breakup, swearing, angst, Injury, Blood, hopeful ending

It had been two, no, three weeks…Since me and spencer broke up. I honestly wasn’t totally sure, I could barely keep track of time lately. For the last 4 years I had been with spencer and then just like that he was gone. Of course I could still see him at work but it wasn’t the same. It was so awkward being around him. He was avoiding me like the plague and I honestly couldn’t handle it. I still don't even know why he wanted to break up. All I got was “I cant do this right now” which wasn’t enough. What had I done wrong? I still didn't know.

Now I was just packing up some of his stuff. A lot of it was still lying around my apartment and I had been avoiding packing it up but he finally shot me a text, “I need my stuff. Ill come grab it tomorrow.” And now I was forced to pack up his things. First stop was the closet, He had some clothes in there. Just a few shirts, some sweaters. I began putting his clothes in the box, I was almost done when I pulled out one of his favorite sweaters. It was my favorite too. It was red with thin grey and black stripes on it. My eyes started to water for like the 10th time today. I was going to put it in the box but I couldn’t. I pulled it over my head and put it on. I swore I would put it away in the box just…later. It swallowed me, considering he is like 6’1, but that's why I wore his stuff. I could still smell him on it, I missed this. I was snapped back to reality when I heard my clock ring, it was already midnight.

I couldn’t deny that I was tired, But I still had more stuff to pack and odds are if I tried to sleep I wouldn’t be able to. So I got up off the floor and headed to the kitchen, Coffee was what I needed right now. I searched around my kitchen to find the ingredients but while trying to prepare I realized...I had no Idea what I was doing. Spencer always made my coffee and before him I didn’t really drink or enjoy it.

Flashback

Been working at the BAU for two months and it was amazing. The team was so kind and I had really found the place I belonged. One person on the team I took special notice of was Dr. Spencer Reid, He was crazy smart and incredibly kind. He was amazing in the field but I noticed he was really awkward around me, I thought he disliked me for a while till I asked Morgan about it and he told me “Pretty boy? Oh he just can’t talk to women for the life of him, especially pretty ones.” he chuckled. I was flattered but I figured the end was just Morgan being Morgan. Spencer, into me? no way. Not with women like JJ, Elle, And Garcia on the team.

One day I was at my desk when Spencer approached me, coffee in hand. “Uh H-hey y/l/n you look tired...I got you some uh coffee-” he said with his awkward (but cute) tight lipped smile, holding the coffee out towards me. I was never really a coffee drinker but I couldn’t say no to that face. I chuckled and took the cup from him. “Why thank you!” I took a sip, jeez how much sugar did he put in this thing- I swallowed it hard, but I didn’t love it. I made a bit of a face, accidentally. He frowned “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it of course-” he apologized. I cut him off “No! Its really good!” I took another sip and smiled. “Thank you Reid!” and he smiled back before walking off to work. And that started it, He brought me coffee everyday, and I drink said coffee everyday. Of course I grew to actually like the coffee after drinking every day for like 5 years.

Then a year after the first time he brought me coffee, He brought me a cup of coffee and on one side of the cup he wrote “wanna go out with me?” and the rest was history.

Back to the present

I tried my best to make a cup of coffee, after I was done I took a sip and immediately spit it out. Tears began to fall from my eyes again as I threw the mug on the floor, shattering it. “GOD DAMNIT!” I Sobbed as I sat on the floor(Making sure to avoid the puddle of coffee) I just sobbed into my hands. “I'm fucking useless without him- I cant even make a stupid cup of coffee!” I scolded myself. What was I doing? how in the world did I manage to be so stupid without him. I went to get up from the floor and cut my hand on a shard of glass from the mug. “SHIT!” I yelped as I noticed the large cut across my palm. I scurried up from the floor and ran to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet.

I messily bandaged myself up but it was hard to see through my tears. Once I was done I had my hand wrapped and a puddle of blood and tears staining my countertop but I didn’t even care. I lazily went to grab the broom and some towels to clean up the coffee and glass, being careful to not cut myself again.

After it was all finally cleaned I just sat on the couch in utter defeat. I had had some rough nights since the breakup but this was by far the worst. My hand still stung, I probably didn’t take care of it right at all. I just lied back on the couch, cuddled up in spencer’s sweater, I was just going to lay there for a moment, to try and calm down, maybe stop crying but....Then I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to a knock at my door, I fell off the couch as the knocking scared me awake. I sat up “Shit I fell asleep-” I sighed and got up to go get the door. I scurried over and opened it, to my unfortunate surprise...It was spencer. Shit. I couldn’t believe he was seeing me like this. My hair a mess, my hand bandaged crappily with blood seeping through the white wrap, in his large sweater. This was so embarrassing. The look he gave me didn’t make it any better. “Oh uh hey..” I greeted him, trying to look anywhere but at him. “Do you uh- need something?” I continued.

“I'm here to grab my stuff...” He said awkwardly. I sighed “Crap- I forgot...” I motioned for him to come in, he did. I closed the door behind him and walked ahead of him. “I'm sorry I just uh I started packing it but I fell asleep and didn’t finish and I just-” I began to ramble and apologize but he cut me off. “Oh my gosh Y/N are you ok?!” he referenced my hand. I looked at it and noticed how bad it was. “Oh I broke a mug and cut my hands it uh, its fine” I tried to brush it off but he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the kitchen, “No it isn’t fine, Here I'll change the Band-Aid.” he insisted as he helped me up onto the counter and moved to grab the first aid kit. He began to unwrap my hand and his eyes softened as he saw the injury.

He was so gentle and cleaned my hand, after he was done he began to bandage it again. The whole time he took care of me we just sat in silence. He was almost done when I finally spoke up. “Reid...” I peeped out. He looked a bit disappointed at my use of his last name rather than his first but he kept quiet. “hm?” he responded. “Why....why did you break up with me?” I asked, not brave enough to look into his eyes. he didn’t say anything. “I mean if you want this over that's fine, if you lost feelings or I did something wrong I get it just please tell me...” I begged him for an answer, I needed one and... hell I deserved one. He sighed, “You didn’t do anything wrong and...I didn’t just lose feelings.” he admitted. I looked at him, now more confused than before.

“Then what- you just left..?” I cut in before he could even continue. “you didn’t even have a reason you just fucking left me for no reason- Was there someone else? I honestly hope that's the case because then at least I suffered for weeks for SOMETHING.” I began to chuckle out of just pure disbelief. “I mean hell- I cut my hand cause i broke a mug out of anger- and I couldn’t even bandage myself up. All for what? cause you just left for no reason?!” I got off the counter and began walking away, I couldn’t tell if I was more sad or angry. He followed after me and grabbed my wrist. “Y/N!” He yelled. “WHAT?!” I snapped back. “I LOVE YOU-” He confessed.

I just stood there staring, what was I supposed to say? “I LEFT BECAUSE....” his tone began to soften, “I love you, and I'm just a mess. I don’t know what's going on with me but I was scared that- I would hurt you....So I left. I'm sorry.” he admitted, looking at me softly. I froze for a moment before my expression finally softened, “Spence..” I whispered. he smiled softly at my use of his first name. “You should have told me...I am always here for you. If you just told me what was going on I could have-no- I would have helped you.” I told him, cupping his face. “I know...Im sorry, I can’t even begin to express how sorry I am.” he apologized again. “And then the avoiding me at work- why?” I questioned him again.

He sighed, “I just thought that- If I avoided you then it would make things easier.” He admitted. “Well...that really hurt. I felt horrible, I thought I did something wrong. I thought you hated me.” tears began to prick into my eyes. “I could never hate you, you are my world. Your smart and your beautiful and your incredibly kind and your the only one who really listens to me when I ramble and you always put others before yourself and I never meant to hurt you, I am so sorry...Will you, give me another chance?” He begged.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I frowned. “Spencer...you really hurt me but, I love you. So I am willing to give you another chance but, you need to talk to me about your life and you need to be open and...please don’t just leave me again.” I looked at him with a soft smile, tears now flowing down my face. He gave me his little tight lipped smile and then immediately pulled me into a huge hug. “I promise, I'm not going anywhere ever again, I love you so much.” He promised, tears now coming down from him too.

I just smiled. “I love you too.”

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watatsumiis · 10 months

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OFBFKDODBSJK Hello General!! I often see u in my notifs but until now I never knew how to interact with u

But the ask game! I wanna know everything but I don't wanna spam u sooooo I have 4 emojis, for every f/o please 🥹❤️

😍: Name your three favorite things about your f/o

😘: What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about YOU?

💤: Do you sleep together? If so, describe your sleeping positions and patterns (E.g. who steals the blankets, are either of you insomniacs, etc.)

💋: Where are your favorite places to kiss your f/o/where are their favorite places to kiss you?

Aaaaaand!

Do you have shipnames?

WAAAH HI THERE!!! i see you on my dash a lot and im always like. (looks shyly and waves at u from afar. but no closer bc im shy).

TUMBLES AROUND ON THE FLOOR EXCITEDLY. THANK YOU SO MUCH PLEASE NEVER WORRY ABOUT SPAMMING ME :D

ramblies below the cut ehe <3

😍: Name your three favorite things about your f/o

Ayato - His smug vibes, his voice, HIS LITTLE BEAUTY MARK <3 though also the fact he has so much experience in being in charge and making decisions is also very <3 to me. i hate making decisions

Capitano - mm,,,,, big,,,,, strongk,,,, nice,,,, (most of the things i actually like about him are Not Canon so im not sure whether or not to count them but if we are its his face (mm prety), his big hands (for holding) and his protective instinct asjkdf)

Zhongli - Dragon guy ,,,, his wide array of knowledge about lots of things, his voice

Diavolo - dragon guy (to me),, his optimism, his himbo tendencies

Lucifer - same as ayato -- the fact he is good at making decisions and taking the lead, his wiiiiings <3, his grey streaks (sob)

😘: What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about YOU?

i felt so narcissistic typing all of this section out sjkdhfkjd

Ayato - my willingless to actually sit down and listen to him talk about things that may not be inherently relevant or useful !

Capitano - maybe that i try to see others for more than what they are on a surface level and give people the benefit of the doubt when trying to hear their side ?

Zhongli - possibly my curiosity ? i come up with a lot of random questions that others may find silly or not question in the first place (my google history is such a mess because of it) and i think hed have fun just going into random tangents and infodumps because of my questions, and id love to listen <3

Diavolo - my ability to help reel him in when he's being unrealistic/making questionable snap judgements or being Too Optimistic(tm)

Lucifer - probably similar to ayato in that ill always listen to him no matter what - and that i tend to behave myself (for the most part. maybe)

💤: Do you sleep together? If so, describe your sleeping positions and patterns (E.g. who steals the blankets, are either of you insomniacs, etc.)

Ayato - often up super late into the night doing paperwork, though id imagine he finds a way to do some of them in bed, so we'll often end up with him sitting up, leaning against the headboard while im falling asleep next to him on my side with my back pressed up against his leg. id definitely hog the blankets because hed have these fancy sheets that barely keep out the cold. he just sighs and lets it happen. we wear cute matching pyjamas though so its ok <3 though when we're both asleep i imagine we end up spooning (hes big spoon OBVI)

Capitano - he probably pulls a lot of late nights for fatui stuff or whatever but i always try to stay awake to wait for him to get home bc im worried but end up falling asleep on the couch. he just wordlessly carries me to bed. we sleep facing each other and he has one arm draped over me while i curl up real small <3 though also the mental image of me trying to be the big spoon/jetpack is very very funny and would totally happen. oh my god i bet he snores SO loud though. and is really easy to accidentally wake up. if you drop something he jumps out of bed in a fighting stance kjhsjdkf

Zhongli - sleeps like a rock (ha). he basically just plonks down in the middle of the bed on his back, hands resting on his stomach like a mf corpse and leaves me to work around him. like he barely stirs even if i climb all over him. hes just like another pillow on the bed. his bedding is fancy but in a different way to ayato because theyre actually really really nice quality and soo comfy cozy. id probably end up laying on top of him, face-down with my head on his chest more often than not. mattress 2.0

Diavolo - he starfishes out across the middle of the bed in his full demon form, hes a blanket hog, he snores and talks in his sleep. probably sleeps in only boxers. he lets me lay on his wings and curl up close to him. he gets really super clingy at night though so sometimes itd be very hard for me to sleep much. he'll wake up from like a dead sleep and whine if i tried to move away to get comfy. we also have our own separate sets of blankets otherwise he'll leave me shivering at 2am curled up on the edge of the bed as he smacks me with his tail (I KNOW HE DOESNT CANONLY HAVE ONE LET ME DREAM)

Lucifer - We probably both fall asleep separately (or just doing the bare minimum of touches, holding hands or legs entangled a little) but tend to gravitate towards one another during the night. im a bit of a blanket hog but hes fine with it. he doesnt often sleep in his demon form or else i end up all night playing with his wings. soft. hehe. he also stays up very late but if i come to his study with a pathetic enough set of puppy dog eyes he'll cave and come to bed. and carry me there if im being lazy. hehe.

💋: Where are your favorite places to kiss your f/o/where are their favorite places to kiss you?

Ayato - Along his jaw and on his beauty mark!! but also his hands and forearms. he also gets a lot of nibbles im like a little rat <3 He gives a lot of ear, jaw and neck kisses.

Capitano - His face, if he has it exposed, is the number one target here I think. I wanna give him so many lil kissies <3. I'd imagine he likes giving forehead and top of the head kisses.

Zhongli - Listen. let me have my headcanons of a slightly more monstrous zhongli with scales and stuff. i like to imagine he has little scale-like markings/patches in soft/exposed parts (tummy, top of hands, that kinda thing) and i would give those spots many kisses. but also the tip of his nose because hed always do a cutely shocked look when i do. his favourite spot to smooch ? hands and shoulders i think, but also id imagine he likes giving little jaw kisses and collarbone kisses if theyre available <3

Diavolo - Cheeks and face!! but also shoulders and wings. and horns. and tummy. ehe. i think hed get all smiley and blushy and adorable when he's receiving smooches.

his favourite spot TO smooch requires a little explanation. the main sona of mine that i ship with him is an angel from the celestial realm, who has these sort of 'halo markings' all across his body (wrists, ankles, thighs, upper arms, tips of ears) and a few little teardrop-shaped markings on his cheeks that dia really likes to give little kissies to, as well as on his back right between his wings!! :D

Lucifer - he gets forehead kisses. and kisses next to his eyes and on his temples. he also gets a lot of nibbles on the wrist, knuckles and neck. i have this very vivid mental image of swooping in while hes doing boring work and smooching him until he stops frowning so much. its very cute. I think he'd like kissing the top of my head and pressing his face into my hair, but i think his favourite would be any pulse points, especially wrist and neck <3

Ship names

My name doesn't really go well with most of my favs (sobbing emoji) the only ship name im really happy with is 'Rowavolo' (which is me x Diavolo). I guess i could add 'Ro' to the end of Ayato or Capitano but it doesn't sound Right to me. comes off the tongue weird. so alas no ship names :<

#asks #general barks #WAAH tysmsmsms for sending this in it made me so so so so happy to infodump about my sillies #spins in a circle jumps up and down #i havent written much recently but just rambling incoherently about my selfships was like. so therapeutic. thank you sm /gen #also if you ever want to invade my dms/askbox please feel free !! id love to hear from you - you seem rly cool and fun :D #ask memes #selfship tag

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chans-room · 7 months

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WIP Tag Game

rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

Thank you for the tags @minisugakoobies! 🖤✨

No pressure tags for: @eureka-its-zico @j-a-nuary @chimivx @bibbykins @gimmethatagustd apologies if you've already been tagged or have completed it I have been distracted lol🖤

I'm gonna throw this under the cut so it's not 9 years long also bc it gets spicyyyyy

3 WIPs:

Craving Connection -- Chapter ?? Future

As much as he tried to fight it, her eyelashes brushing against his cheek made him laugh. “Stop it, ’m trying to sleep,” she huffed, opening one eye to glare at him menacingly before closing it again. Unfortunately, all it did was make him laugh harder. She groaned, detaching herself from him to turn away, but he caught her waist and kept her pressed against him. “No, 'm sorry, ’m sorry, I’ll stop laughing I swear,” he said, trying and failing to suppress his laughter. “Real convincing, Channie. Real convincing,” she huffed, pulling back to give him another glare, which only succeeded in making him laugh harder, falling backwards onto the bed as he giggled uncontrollably. He couldn’t help it: she just looked too cute while trying to be so intimidating; it reminded him of Felix. “You’re fucking cute, d’ya know that?” She laughed, shaking her head. Warmth flooded his cheeks and spread all the way down his chest. “Yeah, and so are you. Fuckin’ adorable,” Chan smiled, pushing the shyness away as he rolled onto her, trapping her underneath him. “Even when you snore.” She gasped, eyes narrowing as she wagged a finger at him, “I don’t snore!” “Yes, Sugar Plum, you do. They’re very cute tiny snores though,” he smirked. She opened her mouth to argue, and Chan took the opportunity to press himself down and capture her lips in a sweet kiss. He hoped she couldn’t feel his heart hammering in his chest when her arms wrapped around his neck and she relaxed into him. He pulled away reluctantly, shifting backward to sit on his heels. “Don’t argue with me. It’s too early. Besides, we need to get ready. Felix will be here soon.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he could see her retreating into herself. “Hey, I don’t mean that we have to—“

On Your Mark

When they realized you could do nothing for them; you could not cure illnesses brought to them by their contaminated water, nor grow their crops planted in the desiccated soil beneath their feet, nor bring vengeance upon those who had curated their suffering. You were just a girl, cruelly plucked from the sky as you flew over the unknown land stretched out below you. But if you possessed that power, the one they so desperately prayed to you for, the only people you desired to bring revenge upon was them. But the longer you stayed there — shackled to the floor, wings fluttering helplessly against their constraints — you could see now most of them were misguided. Never showing their faces beneath lidless masks in fear. Being led toward a life of hatred and spite by someone claiming to know what was best for them. Someone who claimed to speak for their God. Someone blinded by hostility. Their malice had quickly turned onto you. They felt deceived. Their holy books spoke of winged creatures bestowing glory, rewards, and holy retribution in the name of their God. You could understand how they were mistaken. Yet once faced with their error, the fact that you could give them nothing of what they seeked, they explained it away. Convincing themselves their scripture couldn’t be wrong. It was you who was wrong. And so you were to be kept. A trophy. From their God himself. And over time, they started visiting you less and less. And then had stopped all together, save for their leader, who merely handed you a can of the closest thing they had to water and a plate of food every day. You’d been worshiped, hated, forgotten. You had nearly given up, but you’d held onto hope. Hope that you’d one day feel the wind on your face again, the birds singing as their feathers brushed against yours, your bare feet passing through the clouds. But that was before. Before the two men. Before you had tasted freedom on the tip of your tongue and had it torn from your grasp yet again. Before the glass cage.

Peach -- Pink Pony Club

“No, you guys don’t get it,” Hyunjin whined, flopping his head back dramatically. He would have preferred to sprawl out across the backseat like a Renaissance painting – it would properly emphasize just how dire the situation was – but seeing as he was squished between Changbin and Jisung, his options were limited. “Well then explain it, Hyune,” Minho sighed from the driver's seat. “She just–she’s not just beautiful! I swear, she’s my muse!” Hyunjin cried. “Isn’t that what you said about the girl from the coffee shop the other day? The one who stole your coffee but you weren’t mad because she had ‘the most incredible smile’?” Changbin asked. Jisung joined in, “And what about the girl you saw in the convenience store that took the last kombucha you wanted? The one who had ‘the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen’?” he asked, throwing his arms around Hyunjin’s shoulders in a squeezing sideways hug as he wiggled his eyebrows at him. Hyunjin opened his mouth again to explain but was cut off by Felix. “Oh! And what about the girl from your art class! The nude model who laughed when you tripped on the easel but ‘looked like Aphrodite herself’? You literally talked about her thighs for weeks,” Felix joined in, turning around to look at them from the passenger seat. Hyunjin sighed, deflating in Jisung’s tight hold, preparing himself for– “Hey!” Minho shouted, “Why don’t you tell me about the girls you simp over? Do I not matter to you anymore?” Minho complained, narrowing his eyes at Hyunjin in the rearview mirror. “If you all would just listen then you would know that they’re all the same person!” he shouted, a hush falling over the car for a moment before it exploded in a series of shouted disbelief. Hyunjin let them yell for a minute, signing and leaning back in his seat. It was pointless to try and explain when they were screaming at him. “Are you done now so I can explain?” “There’s no way they’re the same person, dude! Do you know how big this city is?” Changbin laughed.

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Side Effects of Affection

“I love you, you know that, right?” “Of course I know, baby,” Mingi sighed happily, eyes closing with the force of his smile, “And I love you, more than anything. That's why I’ve decided something,” he said, flopping back onto the bed. “Mmhmm, and what's that honey?” You asked, closing your eyes as you laced your fingers with his at your side. “If you want, I’ll get a vasectomy,” he said brightly, making you sit up to stare at him in confusion. “That way, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about kids! And you can stop taking birth control, if you want to. Two birds, one stone.” For a second you were convinced he had actually fucked your brain out as you tried to comprehend his words. You could not believe he was not only suggesting but willing to do something like that for you. “Fuck, Mingi you can’t hit me with some shit like that after what we just did,” you scoffed, willing the tears in your eyes to go away, before diving into his embrace, tucking your nose into the junction of his shoulder. “I still can’t feel my toes, babe, it’s not the time to decide if you’re gonna get a vasectomy.” “Just think about it,” he shrugged, curling around you, keeping you tucked into him. “But I’d do anything for you. I mean it.” “I love you too,” you whispered thickly, planting a chaste kiss on his neck. He responded with a kiss to the top of your head, cradling your head in his hands. He was silent for a moment before asking, “Wait did you really cum so hard your toes went numb?” You giggled softly before nodding. “Nice,” he mumbled to himself.

Craving Connection - Chapter 2

“Open your eyes for me, Sugar Plum,” he pleaded into her ear, his teeth grazing her ear. “Look at me, baby.” She keened, all of the sensations coming back to her at once as she opened her eyes. His fingertips against her scalp, the undeniable fullness, his sharp puffs of air against her cheek, his taught stomach against her thighs. “Tell me what you want,” he said, hovering over her for a moment, staring into her eyes as he caressed her face softly, his dimples beginning to show. She couldn’t force words out, each one dying on her lips, so she grabbed the hand he had spread out across her ribs and pushed it up to wrap around her neck gingerly. He flexed his fingers experimentally, tightening ever so slightly. Her body reacted immediately, her walls fluttering against his length. In response, her hand slithered up his torso to rest against his thick neck. She could feel his heart racing under her fingertips, stretched out almost painfully wide against him. The shuddering breath she got from him was all the confirmation she needed. He shivered, and groaned, snapping his hips into hers before rasping out, “God you’re fucking everything.” She felt him chuckle darkly as her second orgasm approached fast, her vision nearly going black with the force of its impending devastation as he resumed his thrusts. Her only tether to reality was Chan’s hand on her throat and hers on his. “Fuck, kiss me, please,” she croaked, pulling him closer as her orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave. He groaned, his hips stuttering to a stop as he collapsed onto her, his lips finding hers as if they were drawn together like magnets. “Fucking incredible,” Chan mumbled into her lips before dropping himself onto her like a weighted blanket. They spent the next few minutes like that; he busied himself with committing a constellation of featherlight kisses up her neck and across her cheeks as she trailed her fingers down his spine, basking in the afterglow. The momentary disconnection from reality has stopped her brain to mouth filter from working, and she blurted out, “I’m glad you thought to wear a condom. Calling the front desk for new sheets would be a pain in the ass.” Chan stopped mid kiss, raising an eyebrow in her direction as he looked at her through his eyelashes before his shoulders began to shake with laughter. “Why was that even a thought right now?”

Don't Hang Up -- Prologue

Jimin flushed, slipping into the room, the light from the hall illuminating a sliver of the stark white canvas and bathing the darkened room in a muted glow. He couldn’t help but notice the blinds were pulled shut, and the lamps were all out. Anxiety crawled up his throat, tightness settling in his jaw as he looked around anxiously at the looming shadows. He’d never realized how the darkness clung to every corner in their apartment until right then. He’d never worried about them before with Taehyung’s bright smile and reassuring presence on hand. “Tae, I don’t like this. Please just come out,” he pleaded earnestly. “Aw, come on. You don’t even want to see my masterpiece?” “Taehyung, I’m serious. Please just turn off the fucking voice. It’s creepy, okay? You can prank call those kids I work with later but I’m over it,” Jimin asked, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Dread settled on his mind, starting to doubt himself, and the person on the other end of the call. “Just turn the light on, and I’ll come out.” He couldn’t place why, but the idea of turning the light on struck terror though him. He didn’t know what he was going to find once he did, but something told him it wouldn’t be anything good. “What, are you scared? Is Park Jimin actually afraid of something?” Jimin frowned, his hand stilling in mid-air, his fingers a breath away from the light switch; Taehyung knew all his fears, and had never used them against him in such a malicious way. Without another thought, he flipped the switch, filling the room suddenly with a nearly blinding white light. In the middle of the room sat Tae’s easel, facing mostly away from where Jimin was standing. “Go on, take a look,” the voice pressed. The disembodied, mechanical lilt began to sound less and less like the Tae he knew and the more unsettled it made him. Jimin took the few cautious steps forward, brows furrowing as he saw what was on the canvas. In a dark red, the words LOOK UP were drawn haphazardly on top of the brightly coloured painting he’d seen Taehyung working on for the past few days. He didn’t want to look, but his curiosity betrayed him, his eyes darting up for a fraction of a second. He refused to believe it. It must have been a trick of the light. There was no way that the love of his life was tied to a chair, half naked with blood spilling down his tanned chest from the gaping wound at his throat. There was no way that his handsome boyfriend was staring at him with no life in his big, brown, doe eyes, kitchen knife protruding from the side of his head Tears instantly welled in Jimin’s eyes as he tried to convince himself that if he didn’t look, it couldn’t be real. But he couldn’t stop himself, his eyes locking onto Taehyung’s lifeless gaze. A sob tore out of him, his hands starting to tremble as he took in the sight in front of him. “No, no, no, no,” he mumbled, taking a step backward. “You just don’t understand art, do you? That’s okay, you’re going to be my next masterpiece,” the voice mocked. Jimin couldn’t help but notice now the sharpness in the voice, the sinister edge to its tone. At the same moment, Jimin realized whoever had killed Tae was still in their apartment.

anyway if you read this far ily byeee

#wip game #minisugakoobies #thank you for tagging me <3

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minkkumaz · 8 months

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I JUST DIED OMG MY FRIEND. dude omg bro okay dude so like dude bro!!!

my friend has been dating this guy right, and she had their first kiss like literally yesterday (i SWEAR im going somewhere w this) but basically she asked him to whistle and yk when u whistle you pucker out your lips?? SHE STRAIGHTUP LIKE KISSED HIM.

idk if this counts as a request but i swear it isnt u dont have to reply to this if it seems like one!! 😭😭

but omg what would the bonedos reaction be. LIKE I CAN SEE JAEHYUN EITHER STUCK IN THE 😗 FACE OR HES JUST LIKE 😧.

-🍉

STOP IT YOUR FRIEND IS SO BOLD OMG can she give me tips on how to rizz up yungyu like that🤔🤔

also i love love the bonedo boys with that, i dont consider this much of a req especially if im not formatting it all aesthetically HAHA so ill give u a little smidge here ^_^

also sorry if i went overboard or its bad LMAOO its like midnight almost 1 am here💔💔

sungho :

- this man is obsessed with you and he would quite literally do anything for you.

- he definitely didnt want to rush into kissing because he believes in the art of slow burn

- and though he would never admit to it he does really want to kiss you

- "sunghoooo do you know how to whistle? i've been trying to learn all day.."

- "darlings it's easy, you basically pucker your lips like this and-"

- you lean in to land a soft kiss on his lips, interrupting his train of thought

- i think bro feels like he just got hit with a heat wave bc he didn't know he could blush this much

- at first he wanted your guys first kiss to be special, but your quirky charm and tactics you used to get him right where you wanted him is what made him fall in love in the first place

- "gahh you're so cute darling, i might have to teach you to whistle more often."

riwoo :

- i don't think riwoo is the type to initiate a first kiss, not unless he was pep talked by jae or something (come on, jae is everyones wingman)

- he loves you so much, and i know as soon as that first is out of the way he will not be able to stop kissing you

- it's kinda early in the morning and today you are going with riwoo to the studio!

- birds are chirping, singing their lil song, which gives you an idea; very sudden, but an idea

- "riwoo you kinda remind me of a bird."

- "what's that supposed to mean?" he pouts.

- "nothing bad! you're just so cute whenever you are all smiley and singing its like a little bird tweeting. bet you could whistle like one too."

- "i think my singing is probably better than my whistling." he looks over at you to demonstrate, but you're already looking right back at him!

- taking him aback slightly, you plant a little kiss on his puckered lips then quickly skip ahead of him

- hes very dumbfounded, but already plotting in his head how he's going to attack you with kisses (in private, doesnt give me much of a pda guy besides holding hands ^^;)

jaehyun :

- this man has been secretly plotting against you to catch you in the most perfect first kiss ever

- unlike woonhak, he wants to kiss u with permission.. and on ur adorable lips (referencing the funnextdoor vid where he kisses woons head LMAOO)

- little does he know you're also planning to outsmart his ass

- the two of you are playing a game on the console in the living room, getting slightly competetive

- "if i win you have to sing me to sleep tonight!" you say mashing on the keys of your controller

- "babyyy you know i already do that for you."

- "guess i got you wrapped around my finger then!" you smile, passing the finish line with a big '1ST PLACE' on your screen.

- "this game is rigged!"

- "less talking more singing pretty boy" you snuggle yourself into the makeshift bed on the couch, jae on the floor with his back against the bottom part, looking up at you.

- "okay what song?"

- "the one i like with the whistling in the beginning."

- as jaehyun puckers out his lips to start, you lean in quickly to catch a kiss

- he has zero reaction, maintaining the same face you caught him in, before his jaw dropped

- you were giggling so hard as he gets up from his spot on the floor to heave himself on top of you

- "i was supposed to initiate our first kiss, babyyy!" he whines, leaning in to kiss your lips again

taesan :

- bro wants to actually kiss you so bad

- im a firm believer in down bad taesan

- and he really wants to kiss you

- but he doesnt want to make you uncomfortable, so whenever he finds himself pulling up your chin to look at him, he only smiles and pulls away

- part of you wanted him to kiss you, but you had a slightly better idea

- taesan was on the floor customizing a pair of shoes. he was whistling quietly to himself before stopping

- "hey what was that tune you were whistling? sounded pretty."

- "you're prettier, but it was just something i came up with last night." he responds fondly.

- you came and sat next to him on the floor, admiring his work.

- "can you do it again please?"

- "only for you love."

- he begins whistling, and you let him for a second because of how gorgeous the tune sounds

- but before you know it, youre pulling up his chin with the infinite rizz you have and kissing him on the lips

- BUT NO. he doesnt let you pull away

- he just smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to him (and probably getting paint on the back of your head)

leehan :

- i think bro would be easiest to trick with this

- i feel like it might be obvious where i'm gonna go with this.. LMAO

- i am an avid supporter of the leehan fish prince agenda

- he is so in love with you, just as much as his fishies in his little aquarium

- one day you come visit him in the dorms, walking in to see him just admiring the small fish

- he sees the movement of your reflection in the glass, so when you come sit next to him he isn't very shocked

- "you're so interesting when you admire your tank."

- "am i?"

- "yup, you're starting to look like one too."

- "hey! taesan told me that yesterday."

- "give me your best fish face to really seal the deal," you giggle, "kinda like you're whistling!"

- he obliges, pursing his lips into a little kissy face, before you can lean your own lips against his!

- bros entire life played in his head he almost lost his chill guy persona

- leehan was staring at you with so much fondness as he was zoning out you almost got a little worried

- "hannie- hannie!"

- "you are so perfect, y/n." he grins, pulling you into another kiss (in front of his fish children smh)

woonhak :

- this might be a hot take but i think woonhak is similar to riwoo when it comes to first kisses. unless jae is there to hype him up he wont do it

- of course he wants to kiss you, he enjoys affection and god especially when it's with you

- nothing you could ever do would make him look away, you're just so you.

- on a fine ol day, you're sitting with him at the park hanging out!!

- both of you are kinda stuttery, but the conversation ends up flowing fast. neither of you know whether this hangout is considered as your first date as a couple, hence the nervousness

- nonetheless, you are both laughing and just enjoying each others company

- but NO!! you want something a tad bit more

- "hey this might be a weird question but erm-- can you whistle for me?"

- "oh-- yeah of course! what for?"

- "you'll see!" you squeak out

- woon is slightly skeptical, but follows through anyways, puckering his lips to start whistling, before nothing is able to leave his lips!

- a roadblock warning he didnt see: your own lips!

- the kiss is fast, but bro is stunned

- mrs rabbit has fainted

- mrs rabbit has fainted again

- he is lowkey stressed a little, but it turns into relief. smiling so wide the whole neighborhood could see <3

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Primal Dissonance

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

So anon was like:

And since I’m total ass at writing short drabbles, or maybe it’s because they called me senpai, I ended up with a whole-ass fic. This took a different route than planned but I hope you enjoy, anon!

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Dubcon, Pheromones, Mindbreak, Feral Hawks, Rough and Public Sex, Tit Abuse. This totally isn’t as dark as it sounds.

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Hawks has been getting noisy. Not in the usual sense; he’s always a motormouth. No, he’s been making sounds that you’ve never heard him make.

At first you thought he was sick and something was irritating his throat, but on one occasion when you offered him water after hearing the sound, he almost looked offended. You concluded that it wasn’t an illness.

You later noticed that the noise often happens when it’s just the two of you together. During late night movie viewings at his place, he’d hold you close and release a constant hum, the vibrations from his chest and wings soothing enough to make you drift into sleep in his arms. You never saw the look of disappointment in his face as he decided to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

Just a few days later, he spots you during one of his patrols and presents you with a surprise expensive gift. A ruby pendant, the same brilliant shade as his feathers, was placed around your neck by gentle gloved hands.

“Hawks—why—what did I do to deserve this?” You asked while your eyes reflected the gemstone’s sparkles.

“Just wanted to give a pretty gift to my pretty girl.” He gave you a kiss, and waves of soft hums leave his mouth and into yours, flowing through your body, stimulating all of your nerves and triggering pleasant shivers. One makeout session later, and you both pull back to lock eyes. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you don’t even know what the hell he’s expecting.

You look to the side awkwardly. “Thank you, Hawks. It’s beautiful, but I…don’t have anything to give in return. This was a complete surprise, after all.”

His eye twitches, but he smiles and embraces you. “That’s fine, chickadee.”

A pigeon appears during your hug, and the soft coos emanating from it give you an epiphany.

“A pigeon! That’s what it is! You’re cooing like a pigeon!”

This time it’s his smile that twitches. Did you say something wrong? Whatever it is, he brushes it off with a half-hearted laugh. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

That was also the day you noticed his rising body temperature. You asked once again if he was feeling ill, and at least this time he didn’t appear to be upset when he answered ‘no.’

On the next night you spent in his home, he—and you’re still not over this—took your hand and pulled you in for a dance. It wasn’t some silly jig in which he blindly moved to a random pop song, it was a slow classic love song, and he moved both of you in an elegant dance fitting for a ballroom.

It was the last thing you expected from the hero that normally took you on KFC dates or, if he had the time, reserve a spot at his favorite yakitori place. But there was no way you could say that you didn’t like the way his feet glided across the floor, wings acting as a living cape that made each of his movements look all the more graceful, and you followed his pace as best as you could.

You clung onto him more tightly than intended when he dipped you after a spin, sharp avian eyes boring into you before he buries his face in your neck, and that’s when you feel more than hear the cooing return. It’s a tune that never fails to make you feel so warm and safe; you have no idea how his gentle sounds have such influence over you.

He looks pleased by your relaxed state, pulling you back up and brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. “So?”

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I didn’t know you had such grace, Hawks. Now hurry up, or we’re going to miss the movie for tonight!”

You scampered off into the kitchen to prepare the popcorn, completely oblivious to the baffled look your boyfriend was giving behind your back.

A few days later and you’re more certain than ever that he’s coming down with something, because now there’s a constant sheen of sweat all over his skin, and his breath sounded labored even when he was just sitting around. Since he ignores all of your pleas to stay home for just a day or two, you come up with another solution. Hawks pouts like a child when you tell him that a little nature and clean air might restore his health, but he still accepts your offer for a date at a nature park because hey, spending a day in natural beauty with you sounds great.

You practically dragged him into a bus after telling him several times that he shouldn’t tire himself out prematurely by flying both of you there. One long scenic drive later, you both arrive at your beautiful destination. The park was huge and lush with flora of all kinds, from tree-filled paths to endless flower fields.

Exploring everything this paradise has to offer with Hawks sounds like a dream, but your main goal was to loosen him up and help him feel better, so you avoided the populated areas, passing the cycling roads, the play areas, the bug houses, all of the charming attractions until you reached the long stretches of vibrant colors. The flower park.

You and Hawks began a slow stroll hand-in-hand, taking in the seemingly endless blooms, the trees shedding petals onto the walkway—all of it served as the most delicious treat for your eyes.

But when you looked at the winged hero to see if he was enjoying the scenery as much as you were, you saw that he was staring at you. His face was slightly flushed, but you couldn’t tell if it was the result of his feverish temperature or if he’s finding this whole date very romantic.

“The flowers are over there, birdbrain,” you joked with a squeeze of his hand.

His wing wrapped around you and pulled you in closer, encasing you in his abnormal heat. “The only flower that matters is right here.” There was a rough breathlessness to his voice that made the otherwise corny line sound sensual.

And then the coos returned, bringing you back to that pleasant world where everything was warm, soft, and safe. The red feathers surrounding you quivered and rippled like ocean waves of scarlet. You were supposed to be making him feel at ease here, not the other way around.

A chorus of chirps snapped you out of your stupor. You broke out of the hypnotic embrace and spot a bunch of small bouncing figures in the white lilac tree in front of you. “Aww, look at all of the little tits, Hawks!” You point at the flock of singing critters.

Hawks snorted immaturely.

Before you could withdraw your arm, one of the Japanese tits flew over and perched on your still-extended finger, leaving you bug-eyed and your mouth agape. “Hi there! You’re a brave little guy, aren’t you?” You said softly, hoping not to startle it. It tweeted in response, fluffing up its black and white plumage as it looked up at you curiously. “Hawks! It’s so cute!”

Red wings bristled, but you were too enamored with the friendly bird on your hand to even look back at your boyfriend. It continued to sing, the tits sitting in the tree joining in to create an adorable medley of chirps, tweets, and peeps. “Such a nice sound, I never realized how amazing these little guys are.” You keep watching the beady eyes that stare right back at you, feeling the bird’s little feet move quickly as it adjusted itself to get more comfortable.

And with a powerful slug from a hardened red feather out of nowhere, the tiny tit is knocked off of your finger and sent flying like a fucking golf ball.

Your pointing hand was still out as you looked on, eyes and mouth now wide open in horror instead of awe. The poor bird managed to right itself before it hit the ground, flapping frantically to ride the light breeze and fly past its tree of brethren and off into the distance, its sloppy turns and sudden drops betraying how dazed it was.

With your short-lived friend out of your sight, you turned to the man that ruined your magical bonding session, multiple negative emotions boiling inside you and ready to spill right onto this bastard. “Hawks!” You’re prepared to blow his ears off with every ounce of frustration, every concern that’s been plaguing you for the past week thanks to the strange changes that he refuses to talk about, but then you freeze.

The man’s face has darkened, eyes narrowed with its pupils shrunken into beady slits, lips pressed together in a tight frown—he looked enraged. But the terrifying look wasn’t directed at you, he was looking up at the innocent tits still residing in the tree and paying no mind to the violent treatment of one of their own. As his wings slowly spread with feathers sharpened, your chest constricted once you realized what was about to happen.

“Stop!” You threw yourself at him, grabbing at the outstretched limbs in a pitiful attempt to stop them, the bladed edges cutting your hands. It was still enough to shock and prevent him from launching any of the deadly weapons at the birds. You felt his feathers return to their soft fluffy state as he stumbled from your weight. “What the hell are you doing? What, are you pissed that it chose my hand instead of yours? The hell is wrong with you?”

Now he was aiming the glare at you, and you couldn’t help but shrink under the intimidation. His voice was shockingly low. “Just what game are you playing at here? Gushing over another bird’s song right in front of me?”

You eyed his still-expanded wings as you tried to make sense of what he said. “What?” Was all you could say.

“Here I was thinking you just had extremely high standards, but maybe you’re the type that likes to play hard to get, or make your guy jealous and see how he handles it.” He took a step toward you, and you took one back. “Well let me tell you, I’m not handling it very well.”

What he was implying would have made you burst into laughter if he didn’t look so threatening right now. “You’re…jealous? Of the bird that was on my finger?”

He laughed, or at least tried to, but the shortness of breath made him cough. The sudden anger must be worsening whatever has been making him hot and throaty for the past days. He needs to calm down for his own damn sake. “I guess I shouldn’t be, should I? Not for a girl who gets wet over any bird that does something as simple as approach her.”

“Excuse me?” Did you hear that correctly? No joke, did you really hear that shit correctly?

Hawks just keeps on going, taking your bewilderment as more mockery. “I give you something shiny, you don’t say anything.” A flash of several feathers and you feel your arms being pulled in front of you, the red tufts tying your wrist together.

“I put on a nice dance I practiced for, and you don’t say anything. Did you even notice that I cleaned and decorated the room that night?” You’re panicking from your tied hands and don’t see him fire another barrage that goes for your ankles, their tugs forcing you to lose your balance and fall hard onto the ground with a pained cry. Your hands are forcefully pinned above your head. “Hell, you seem to enjoy my song every time you hear it, so what’s the deal?”

While your heart is on the verge of exploding from its anxious beats, the gears in your head are spinning as you try to figure out how exactly this whole miscommunication even happened, but they keep jamming, filling your head with sparks and smoke of pure confusion. “What song? You haven’t been singing anything!” You yell as you fight against the feather-made cuffs around your hands and feet, but there was no breaking free. They suddenly felt as strong and durable as elastic metal.

Hurt flashes across his face and you don’t understand why goddammit, but it’s quickly masked with another scowl. “You mean the song that’s lulled you to sleep? The song that never fails to put you at ease every time? I can sense it, you know. How calm and pleased you feel whenever you hear it. I know it’s not the loud obnoxious tune of a songbird,” he glances at the tree that continues to emanate various calls as he kneels over you, nearly straddling your waist. Smart of him to keep his groin out of the range of your knees. “But you still enjoy it, right? I’m not too upset that you compared it to a shitty pigeon.”

You only stutter in shaky breaths as he lowers himself and presses all of his weight onto you, your eyes shut as he nuzzles your face lovingly. He feels like a furnace, the sweat from his face slathering onto yours from his rough rubs.

That’s when you smell something potent. You’ve picked up traces of it from him throughout the week, a strange but not unpleasant mixture of salt and sweet. You assumed it to be some sort of shampoo or cologne, but now it’s hitting you full force and it’s making your body…respond. With each inhale, the exotic scent sends a tingle down your abdomen and a release of wetness that dampens your clothing. What the hell is happening to you?

Hawks pulls away and sniffs the air. Your feminine aroma has him moan so suggestively that it makes your core heat up even more. “Oh, so this is getting you going?” He questions in a judgmental tone before something appears to cross his mind, and he laughs with a slap to his forehead. “I’m such an idiot. I’ve been doing this all wrong, haven’t I? You’re not a bird.” He kisses at the side of your face and licks the shell of your ear before whispering, “You’re a mammal. You don’t choose a mate by their pretty gifts or fancy dances.”

The lustful haze invading your mind almost distracts you from whatever is tugging at your pants and pulling them down. “H-Hawks…” You accidentally moaned. You were too out of it to even properly convey your worry. Your pants are removed and something tickles your hips to remove your panties next—that’s when you identify them as more feathers.

“With mammals, males just take what they want. They catch her, hold her down, and fuck her on the spot.”

You gasp when your lower body is completely stripped and exposed—a mistake—Hawks’s intoxicating smell rushes into your mouth and nostrils, making you clench and gush. He lifts himself just enough for the living binds around your wrists to pull and drag you off of the stone walkway and into the blooming batches. The flowers were just tall enough to probably hide you from anyone at a distance, but the winged man crawling over and sitting in front of your feet would easily give you away. “Hawks, someone…might see us,” you mutter.

He only chuckles. “Good, I want them to see. Are you little bastards watching?” He looks up at the lilac tree that now looms right over both of you. The resting tits have gone quiet, most likely intimidated by the large bird-human hybrid that continued to glare at them.

The response was ridiculous enough to temporarily free you from your trance. “I’m not worried about the birds, you dumbass.”

“Hmph, of course you’re not. You’d let them all join in if I’d let you, wouldn’t you?”

You have so many questions about how that would even work.

But you’re interrupted by the feathers around your ankles pulling your feet apart, easily overcoming your resistance and spreading you wide open for the hero in front of you. You have to look away from just how soaked you are, juices flowing from your swollen pussy and onto the soft soil, some of it sticking to your parted thighs in strands. The sight makes Hawks salivate.

“I’m at the peak of my rut and I’m tired of waiting. Gonna make you mine.”

It’s all he says before his entire mouth is on your cunt, tearing a startled cry from your throat. The peaceful sounds of the wind and rustling leaves are overshadowed by the absolutely filthy slurps, sucks, and growls between your legs. He was being a greedy savage that simply wanted to drink you up. There were no careful methods or patterns, just a hungry tongue that lapped at every inch of you and lips that sucked on anything they could grip.

You could barely even writhe from the onslaught, what with your arms pinned over your head and your feet held down so strongly that you couldn’t even move them across the dirt. You kept your sights on the rich colors of various flowers that encircled you as the sweet-smelling haze enveloped you again, enhancing your pleasure. Despite Hawks’ sudden loss of his oral skills, the feral nature of it all—the smothered snarls against your sex, the startling feel of his teeth carelessly grazing your sensitive flesh, and the lewd sight of his face covered in your glistening juices as his glassy eyes opened and stared into yours as he ate you alive—his voracity had you boiling over.

He gulped your essence loudly, welcoming every drop of the orgasmic flood into his mouth. All of the colors in your vision blurred more with each mind-numbing pulse. You weren’t even aware of the shameless wails that left you until the blissful waves finally subsided.

Once he had his fill, he finally pulled away from your mound and boy did he look like a hot mess. His cheeks were a deep red that was slowly spreading across his cum-covered face, a beady string of your fluids hanging from his lips before dripping off. He was climbing back over you and when the fuck did he take his pants off? He must have unbuttoned and removed them while he was licking you into heaven.

He still manages to look smug while he takes in your spent form, your slightly parted lips impossible to resist. Your mouth was suddenly locked with his, the breath you were desperately trying to get back stolen from you. And then the scent returns, this time accompanied with a powerful salted lemon flavor that assaults your taste buds. The taste of your own pussy was insignificant; his aroma in both your nose and mouth is nearly suffocating, your still-recovering inner walls already squeezing out more of your slick.

His tongue thrashes about in your mouth to paint his sweet saliva on every spot he could reach. You swallow it up thirstily and feel an immediate response in your throat that somewhat frightens you. Numbness overtakes your mouth and your throat relaxes completely; you felt like it was suddenly impossible to choke.

Hawks messily pulls away, breathing heavily and licking his lips. “Look at you. All it takes is a whiff and taste of a rutting male to turn you into a submissive little bitch.” You’ve never heard him speak like that, but like every action he’s taken since you’ve been at his mercy, it doesn’t fail to arouse you for reasons you still don’t understand. “Do you want some more? Hmm?”

You’re nodding before your crippled mind can comprehend the question.

The drugged kiss has you dizzy. You’re doing your best to keep track of his movements as he straddles your chest, his cock coming into focus and pressing against your lips. He doesn’t give you a command, you simply open up like a trained whore.

You’re moaning from the addicting taste of his length that pushes all the way to the back of your throat. Once his pubes are flush against your nose, your eyes roll back and you lose all sense of…everything. Everything except for that exhilarant fragrance and flavor.

Even as he begins to move in your mouth, your tongue swirls all around the sweet meat in an attempt to taste him all over. You’re throbbing wildly, but the feathers prevent you from bringing your thighs together for some much needed friction.

He was thrusting in and out at a pace that should have you gagging, but you take the pounding smoothly. Everything was murky, save for the pleasure that was slowly consuming you. You think the birds are singing again, maybe.

Something was smacking against your chin…rather loudly, you think. Hawks’s balls. How obscene, the way he’s hunched over you and fucking your face so roughly, but it’s hard to feel embarrassed when it’s all making you feel so damn good. Drool gathers and drips down your mouth. Your throat has become a second pussy, and he was fucking it like one.

The scent has your entire body on fire and you wish so badly that you could touch yourself. It was too powerful, each breath filling you with more burning tension. Your desperate whines came out as bubbly gurgles around his hammering dick. Your climax is dangling right at the edge. All you need is just the smallest touch on your drenched, deprived pussy.

His thick intrusion suddenly leaves your mouth, allowing oxygen to properly enter your lungs and for the pooling saliva to be swallowed. Hawks says something as you cough and sputter, but everything is still too muffled.

“Good……….not yet……….finish inside.” That was all that you were able to catch. You frankly don’t care. You immediately want his overpowering scent back.

When something pushes past the entrance between your legs, you cum instantly. Your scream is silent, or maybe you just can’t hear it, as your restrained limbs twitch like mad from the excruciatingly pleasurable contractions.

You’re already being fucked roughly while you’re still coming down from your orgasmic high. You’re rocked against the flowers and the soft earth beneath, your peaceful surroundings a stark contrast to the raunchy act currently taking place among them.

Hawks leans in once again, and you have to turn away and hold your breath because you truly felt like one more whiff of that mouth-watering smell would bring you the most euphoric death. His mouth drew closer to your ear, harsh pants in sync with his rapid thrusts. There’s no way a body was meant to handle so much stimulation, yet you didn’t want it to end.

You wanted this powerful man and everything that he had. You want him to fill your womb with his seed…bear his strong and healthy offspring…then let him take you all over again…

There’s a soft rumble that brings you back down to earth, clearing your mind just enough so that all of your senses work properly again. The smudged colors return to their original shapes, and the cooing that vibrates through both of your bodies can be heard loud and clear. His song.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you right here. Just give in to me.” Hawks sounds on the verge of losing his voice, weak and graveled, but his singing and hips aren’t letting up.

Finally, fucking finally, the feathers release your limbs. Ignoring how boneless they feel, you use all of your strength to wrap your arms tightly around his neck, and your legs lock right above his ass. You cling onto him like a parasite and moan freely, trusting his low and soft vocals to keep you grounded as his citrus aura captivates you again.

Your involuntary clenches ruin him and take him to his peak, several more hard and deep pumps bringing you to your final climax. Both of you cry out loudly enough to scare away the tits still resting in the tree, the small flock flying off to find a quieter perch.

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Good. That showed the little bastards.

Hawks smiled triumphantly as the small birds fled the erotic scene. Once he was certain that none of them were coming back, he returned his attention to you. Your chest heaved with each audible breath, your entire body drenched in sweat, just like his. He laid a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb stroking lovingly as you close your eyes for much-needed rest after almost losing your mind.

He did it. He finally claimed you, and all he had to do was just show a little dominance…and expose you to a hefty dose of pheromones. It was clearly way more than you could handle—maybe the face-fucking wasn’t the best idea, but it looked like you were enjoying yourself enough. No harm done.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Hawks was a cool-headed man. He’s managed to stay calm and collected in the direst of situations. Still, when he slowly turns around to see a man dressed in the park’s staff uniform, blushing at the sight of a sweaty couple with no pants on among the innocent blossoms, he can’t help but feel just a wee bit fucked.

“H-Hawks? It’s really you? Wha-?” The poor guy is lost for words from the fact that he just found the number 2 hero banging someone in public.

Eh, he’s talked his way out of tighter spots.

With a smile, the winged hero sends a few feathers to his discarded pants and withdraws a pen from its pockets.

“How about a deal, buddy? An autograph from yours truly and a coupon for my merch. All you gotta do is walk away and forget what you just saw.”

#hawks #smut #birdbrain hawks #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #tw dubcon #tw animal harm

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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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Hello! May i request Cherry and/or Joe with a s/o who has a pet snake? You can do with this whatever you want, feel free to ignore this if you dont want to write it, have a good day/night :D

➯ A/N: Hi!! Thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy and have a good day!

➯ With a s/o who has a pet snake

➯ Characters: Joe and Cherry x gn reader

➯ Warnings: none:)

Joe

Loves it

No seriously he thinks its the coolest thing ever

Mf brags to EVERYONE that he’s held a snake, and whether or not they asked to see he’s whipping out photographic proof, showing them that yes, he actually held one and no, y/n it DIDNT take 20 minutes of convincing-

Whenever he comes to your house he’ll spend at least ten minutes staring at it in its little home, watching in wonder as it does quite literally nothing except flicker its tongue every once in a while

He’ll give you attention in a few minutes, he swears-

Everyone was convinced at one point that it was his snake from how much he talked about it, so they were quite surprised when they came to your house once and watched as Joe barrelled inside, declaring he had to see his “little buddy”

Has bought hats for it on multiple occasions, it literally has a box beside its cage for all its hats

When he first found out you had a snake, he thought it just got to slither around in its cage, and the lid only got taken off when it needed to be fed. So you can imagine his excitement when he found out it could leave the box

This grown ass man sat on the floor with that snake for HOURS, letting it slither up and down his arms, his back, EVERYWHERE

Gets jealous when others hold it. He’ll start whining to you, saying “they’ve had it long enough, it’ll get agitated” as if he doesn’t just wanna hold it again

When it flickered its tongue at Joe for the first time, he let out the biggest gasp, turning to you with wonder as he whispered “how did it do that”

Wanted to bring it to S so he could skate with around his neck

He couldn’t understand why it wasn’t a good idea

He thought it ate the same thing as other animals do. So when you told him it was time to feed it, he shot up, asking if he could feed it. The poor man really thought he was gonna get to put a little bowl of kibble in with the snake and watch it nibble at it

So you can imagine his reaction when you pulled out a live mouse and handed it to him

“....HES A MURDERER???”

He wouldn’t look at the snake for a solid hour

“Ive befriended a murderer”

Has unironically taken selfies with it

Idk if yall have seen that video of the man sharing a lollipop with a snake(if not ill link it here), but he absolutely WOULD

He would literally never shut up if your snake was green

“We match, t’s meant to be, y/n!”

Has made multiple jokes about how he has a snake too, in his pants-

Please unblock him, he thought it was funny

Cherry

Absolutely hates the thing

Literally jumped the first time he came into your room and saw it in the cage, because what the fuck is that thing???

Refuses to touch it, he will literally curl inwards on your bed as he watches you take it out of its cage for a slither around

You have one(1) picture of him holding it, and by holding I mean dangling it from his fingertips at arms length. You have the picture saved as your wallpaper, because his face is just so utterly disgusted that you cant stop laughing at it

Asked you to bring it to S so he can throw it at Ad*m to poison and kill him

When you explained that your snake wasn’t poisonous, he threw it a dirty look

“Why is it there then, it just exists??”

Will actively drag you to his house instead of yours just so he doesn’t have to see the thing

Literally jumped about fifty feet when the snake flickered its tongue at him for the first time. You’d finally convinced him to go near the cage, and it pulls that shit? Get it out of his face

Refuses to fall asleep before you anymore after the time you dangled it over him while slept

Never calls it by its name. I mean ever. Mf calls it “the thing” “the wiggle” “the overweight worm”, anything that its not supposed to be called, hes calling it

Has flipped it off multiple times. He’ll literally sit there and just🖕😐🖕from where he sits on the bed, as if he knows it cant do shit

Literally had to leave the first time he saw it eat a mouse. Poor boy thought it was a vegetarian snake, so when he saw you throw a mouse into the cage, watching as the snake suffocated the poor thing and swallow it whole, he simply got up and walked down your stairs, claiming he’d had enough

He wouldn’t go into your room for at least two weeks

Now any time you need to feed it hes fleeing the room as if a bomb has been planed there

It tried to come near him once and he was so surprised by it he slapped it out of sheer panic before jumping up, terrified it was going to retaliate

He barely even tapped it considering he was jumping off the bed as he did it, but at least he was concerned for himself

Bought it a jumper for Christmas once, claiming that if it was going to be there, it might as well look cute(you knew he was starting to warm up to it)

He makes you double check the cage is locked every night he sleeps over. Poor boy is terrified it will slither out while hes asleep and suffocate him

You seem happy with your little pet though, and if you’re happy, so is he

It wont stop him being terrified of the slithery fucker though-

#sk8 the infinity x reader #sk∞#sk8 the infinity #sk8 headcannons #sk8 the infinity headcanons #kaoru sakurayashiki headcanons #cherry blossom x reader #sk8 cherry blossom #kojiro nanjo headcanons #kojirou nanjou headcanons #sk8 joe #Joe x reader #kojirou nanjou x reader #kojiro nanjo x reader #matcha blossom #kaoru sakurayashiki x reader #cherry x reader #sk8 the infinity fic

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niskoo · 3 years

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pairing: boyfriend! Heeseung x reader (sick! reader)

genre: fluff

warnings: illness omg i swear its just a fever not covid

word count: 1.1k words

a/n: hello there!! another heeseung request woAh yall really whipped for this man huh thank you anon for another heeseung request!! this one was very cute to write <33 i literally wrote like half of this legit just now because i felt bad for taking too long aaa </3 bUT TYSM TO ANON FOR THE REQUEST HIHIHI YES I LIKED WRITING THIS

feel free to request and help get rid of my writers block!

You never want to admit that anyone was right, especially when it came to your boyfriend (who is always right). But this time, you can't help but think of how right he was. You sniffle back a sneeze as you hug yourself tighter, regretting your choices of running out in the rain.

Though it definitely was fun, you should've been careful.

Now here you are, at home, skipping classes because you have a fever. Heeseung was currently in class, he warned if you got up and went to campus he would drop class and drive you back home.

Groans erupt from your throat when you feel extra cold that minute, burying yourself further into the bedsheets. You want nothing but to sleep and feel better, and some of Heeseung's cuddles, nothing is as good as his cuddles.

Fortunately, Heeseung cuddles were on the way, as your boyfriend entered the apartment with a loud yell stating how you should be in bed, which you are.

He comes into your room and quickly as he had come into the apartment, tossing his jacket somewhere on the floor. "Gosh Y/n, why is it so dark in here?"

You can only sniffle and groan back, thrashing around the bed like a child being woken up in the morning. Heeseung chuckles at your vulnerable form, a teasing smile grazing his face as he approaches you, “What is it baby?”

You hate it when you’re sick, one reason being how shitty you feel, but the primary reason is because Heeseung would baby you and tease you all day. As much as you claimed to hate it, a part of you knew you loved how caring he was and how much he tried to cheer you up.

Your boyfriend caresses your warm cheek in adoration, “Have you taken your medicine?” You sigh into Heeseung’s touch, shaking your head in disappointment, “No, whenever I tried to I just got too dizzy,”

Heeseung coos at that, carefully helping you sit up and against the headboard of your bed. He notices how tired you look, with your pale face and permanent pained look on his face, and he grows guilty. He knows how much you hate getting sick. How much you long to go out and do normal things without getting sick the next second. But it is your fault, after all.

Heeseung sighs and brushes your hair from your face, bringing his fingers up to massage your scalp and temple diligently. A satisfied grin grows on his face when your expressions visibly relax and you lean into his touch.

A sudden strike of nausea floods your mind, causing you to whimper painfully and lean forward and onto Heeseung’s shoulder. It echoes through your head and spreads through your body, your lungs starting to quicken their work as you start to pant.

“Oh, love,” Heeseung mumbles out in sympathy, hands lowering to caress and rub your back soothingly, shushing you lovingly and whispering encouragement into your ear, “Shh, come on love, let’s calm down and take that medicine.”

Lucky for you, your boyfriend’s friends were nice enough to buy the medicine and take it to you when Heeseung was busy tutoring a junior. Jake really made sure you would get some sleep, and Niki even made Jungwon jump and run around the room, claiming it would work because he’s a sheep garden. It did not help at all.

You take in a deep breath, channeling your inner relaxation, before nodding and slowly removing yourself from Heeseung’s shoulder. Your eyes stay shut as you lean back onto the headboard, suppressing the incoming migraine, and quickly gesture to the medicine on your night stand.

The next thing you know, Heeseung is carefully guiding the spoonful of medicine into your mouth, quietly mumbling a small ‘aaah’. He wipes the little drop of medicine on your bottom lip as soon as you swallow, rubbing comforting circles on your thigh.

“Have you eaten?” Reluctantly, you shake your head and lick your lips, looking up at Heeseung with guilty eyes. He only chuckles, kissing your warm forehead, “It’s okay, I’ll make us some ramen.” With one last peck at your nose, your boyfriend gets up to start his journey of making your lunch—or dinner—linner? He doesn’t know.

“Get some more rest, baby, you really need it,” and the room is silent and dark yet once again as you are left alone in it, with your awful headache that starts to invade your thoughts. Even worse, you’re starting to feel cold, and your nose is starting to go runny as well.

You sniffle, and flop back into your bed, burying yourself beneath the covers in hopes of your headache going away. You stay there for what felt like just a few moments, your head pounding in pain. It throbs and pulses throughout your body, causing you to grow more and more distressed.

That is, until you hear the melodious voice of your significant other, and the smell of your favorite ramen you grew to love after it was suggested by Sunoo. Your mind instantly calms down, the ‘la’s and ‘li’s that leave Heeseung’s lips replace all discomfort in your mind, swarming all over your body like relief when you realize you have indeed finished your homework a day before it’s due.

You make the decision of getting out of bed to go help Heeseung with the ramen, walking quite quickly despite being sick. You enter your living room, where you can hear Heeseung clearer, and it gives you more motivation to join him in the kitchen.

That’s exactly what you do, you quickly embrace yourself around Heeseung’s back, squishing your face back into his shoulder.

“Oh? Baby?” Instantly, Heeseung turns around to cradle you to his chest, “Baby you’re not supposed to be out of bed!”

“Wanted to help you,”

Your boyfriend sighs and places a lingering kiss to your forehead, before quickly detaching himself from you, just to peel his sweater off him. He pulls it down your head, helping you into the material.

A growing grin is the second thing keeping you warm, the third being Heeseung’s sweater, and the very first being his hold on your face as he peppers small pecks all over your cheeks.

“Go to the couch, love, I’ll meet you there with our food.”

You spend the day eating ramen on the couch, watching a few cartoons you used to watch as kids. You use your excuse of being cold and sick to cuddle Heeseung, nodding off to sleep on his body as he threads his fingers through your hair and keeping his lips pressed against your hair.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen timestamps #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #lee heeseung #lee heeseung blurbs #lee heeseung fluff #lee heeseung scenarios #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung imagines #lee heeseung drabbles

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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Cry Baby // Ethan Torchio // Playist Fic

words // 1244

warnings // angst angst angst, mentions of struggling with mental illnesses but nothing graphic, but also fluffy caring Ethan

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. aghhhh this is the first fic on my little playlist thingy omg and i am excited although this is v angsty oops. If you don't know what this is supposed to be, i have a playlist tagged on my masterlist, you can send in a song from there or an entirely different one and I use that song, the lyrics and the feeling its music gives me to write a fic.

song is cry baby by the neighbourhood

also, maybe im projecting or maybe im affected by fallon carrington singing her wedding vows lol. also the photo of ethan here, sooooo cute

request // nope

summary // Reader has a hard time trusting people. When Ethan comes into their life it get’s worse. Reader is preparing for unavoided heartbreak but Ethan just might change their mind heart.

They were too stuck in their own thoughts for this relationship. Maybe it started at the wrong time or it was the perfect time but they had the wrong mind. They felt like a narcissist, making everything about them, while having a hard time hearing his side.

He was perfect, too perfect to ever be in this relationship, and maybe that thought scared them. Living around people who only cared about themselves, people who never cared how much they hurt Y/N, they were afraid to admit they might be doing the same to him.

They had not been together for long, only a few months, but the man acted as if he knew them forever. He did not care if they knew each other for a month or five, he was not willing to let them suffer alone. There were the two am panic attacks, calling Ethan at that time, waking him from his sleep, crying about the inability to calm their mind and sleep. He never complained. Or the days he spend at their house, Y/N having a hard time getting off bed, the depressive episodes hitting a little too hard; Ethan spend those days rubbing their back, making sure that they were alright.

Maybe that is what drove Y/N to be defensive, maybe their mind was alarmed by the man’s caring behavior -something so unfamiliar yet needed for them- that they felt defensive every time he was around. Maybe they spoke too much, and they thought the man would be scared away from them. “I’m not going away, Y/N, not for a long time, not at all if it’s on my hand,” he’d say after every fight, when Y/N would say yet another thing they did not mean. He was just too perfect.

“I really meant what I said that, Y/N,” he all but whispered to his lover. “I do love you.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan. How do you even know, it’s too soon!” Excuses, excuses, excuses and more excuses to plain and simple sabotage to themselves.

“You just know, when you know, amore, and I do.”

They could not look at his eyes anymore, afraid that with just one glance from the man their tears would fall, their guards would fall. And, if they let the guards fall even for a moment, it made them vulnerable to twice the heartbreak. So their eyes stayed glued to the floor, never leaving or daring to think about looking elsewhere. Every other place felt like a danger zone.

“You don’t have to say it back, amore, but you can not expect me not to.”

The fear never left, the fear that the young man was lying. He could not actually feel that way, could he?

Just as Y/N spiraled into yet another anxiety attack, there he was again with his soothing words and his soft touch on their face, his breath so close and so fresh hitting their face. “I’ve got you, it’s ok, follow my breath baby, come on, you are doing amazing, that’s it…” It did not take long for them to calm down a bit. Maybe it was the fact that a person finally respected their emotions rather than getting offended by them, but they felt safe even if only for a moment. “I’m here, I love you.”

It kept happening, over and over and over again. The man would profess his love but his love was not ready to believe him. It got him exhausted. He did not mind waiting for them to say the words back, he understood their past and their pain and how hard it is to vocalize something you feel. What he did mind was their active refusal to believe him, so it was the time to confront them.

“Hey, Y/N, do you have a moment?” If a single phrase could put their mind in a frenzy it was this one. The words could not form so they simply nodded their head, moving towards the sitting man.

“Look, Y/N, I-”

“If you are to break up with me just do it,” they said, the words leaving their mouth before even getting the chance to be filtered. They did not want to say that, hell they simply did not want Ethan to break up with them, but the fear was impossible to be hidden.

“What?! Amore, are you even listening to yourself?” He was exasperated. How could Y/N possibly think that, even now, after almost a year together. It hurt the man, it hurt him how much they refused to open up but it also hurt him that someone caused that fear to them before.

“I know what is happening, Ethan. I know I am hurting you with my inability to say those stupid words back. I’ve heard what you said to Victoria the other night -I did not mean to (!)-” “Hey, hey, let’s pause for a second there, amore. I’m not breaking up with you, that is not the problem. But, if you really heard what I said to Vic that night you would not be saying what you are,” he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, holding his lover’s face between his palms, “I’ve told you countless times I love you, and I will never take that back. I know you do, too. You don’t say it but you show it, but my love, the issue is not the words. The issue is you don’t believe me.”

Y/N was left speechless, not knowing what to say to the man besides that he is right. They’ve been having a really hard time believing that they even slightly deserve this love, the love that the Italian drummer in question has given them more than enough of. He was so kind, so caring, so loving that the more the relationship progressed the harder they found it to believe in his words.

“You can’t possibly truly love me, Ethan,” Y/N said calmly, tears in their eyes, mostly from anger, anger targeted at their mind.

“Then why are you even with me, Y/N? Huh? If you don’t believe that why are we together for almost a year now?!” The high volume of his voice was a stark contrast to the soft and collected tone he usually had, but his emotions were starting to take over and it was utterly obvious at this point.

Y/N did not know what to do, being left speechless for the second time in less than two minutes. Their mind raced for an excuse, a reason as to why they kept being with him if they really did not believe him, until the answer came to them and it was like a lightbulb going off: “Because I know that I love you.”

It came out almost as a whisper, as if the words were trying to not be heard. It was a strain of their voice, a sudden sob accompanying the words that broke Ethan’s heart. His love, his sweet, sweet love, the person he could not stop yearning for no matter how close they were… they were hurt, afraid of being loved - or more so afraid of being lied to. Ethan pulled Y/N into his arms, hands rubbing comforting cycles, lips letting the sweetest of nothings to come out.

“It’s ok, it’s alright, I got you, I’m here, I’m holding you, I am not leaving, I love you.”

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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sweet Akashi going to your wealthy husband's funeral, and spending a bit too much time fawning over you, ghosting his eyes over your baby bump and wondering how such an old fuck could even produce sperm instead of just puffing dust after a viagra. You aren't crying, but for show you had your makeup done as if you had been, and Akashi can tell, gently taking the bottom of the veil attached to your pillbox hat and leaning forward, brushing his lips on your cheek while he whispers to you. "Sweetheart, we both know you could do so much better."

"Oh? Better? As in living, or as in..."

"As in me." He smiles, fixing your pearl and diamond beaded veil before he touches the chiffon of your dress, ghosting the floor and covering your red bottom shoes. "I'm sure you're dying to sit." He hummed, then hooked his arm with yours, not really giving you a choice while he walks you to another room and helps you settle onto the fainting couch, then lays you back before he sits at your feet and carefully removes your shoes, grinning a bit at the groan and sigh you let out.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He stares, and it would make you uncomfortable if he weren't so pretty, and you would move away from the warm hands that slowly ghost up your legs, leaving trails of fire on your skin, but you stayed still, almost desperate after spending the last year devoted to a man with a bank account as big as his... well.... the number was as high as his blood pressure, but that was fine. You never wanted it to last. "So," Akashi purrs, pushing the skirt of your dress up until it passed the bend of your knee, and gravity took it the rest of the way down until it laid bunched in the bend of your hip, "I'm assuming you're craving a new touch... I know I would be if I was in your shoes."

"Well, thanks to you, neither of us are in my shoes."

"Would you have preferred I kept them on you?"

"Fuck you, never. I'm 8 months pregnant, and heels? My feet are killing me." He thinks its adorable, watching as you whine and meekly reach for your toes before giving up, and rest your hands on your stomach, rubbing it just a bit. ".....at least the kid is well behaved... she doesn't kick too much, and I bet she'll be cute."

"I hope she looks like you."

"Oh, do you?"

"I do."

"And why would that be?"

"So in a year or so when my ring is on your finger we can lie and say she's mine. They won't be able to tell the difference if she's as lovely as her mother." He smiles, and chuckles at the shock on your face.

"That's bold."

"You like bold."

"I do like bold."

"Is it too bold or not bold enough to fuck you in the room beside where your ex husband's funeral is being held?"

You wait, trying to see some kind of punchline, but he just stares with those intense eyes that bore into you, and all you find it seriousness.

"I never liked that he had you." Akashi shifts so he's on his hands and knees, crawling over you until he's directly above you, and your round tummy brushes against the buttons of his starch white dress shirt. You wonder for a moment when he abandoned the deep red jacket and vest of his 3-piece, but don't get long to ponder until he's unpinning your little hat from your hair, and setting it on a nearby table. "I wanted you, but I suppose it was a first come, first serve kind of thing, and he despised it when other men even glanced your way..."

"I like possessive and jealous."

"I like getting what I want."

"So-"

"So tell me you're mine and let's get this pitiful little game over with." Akashi blances on his knees and one hand, the other moving to undo his belt. He raises an eyebrow, and a nod is all he needs before your breath is taken away along with any residing worries.

Red was never a traditional color to wear to a funeral, nor that Akashi cared, nore did he care that it was disrespectful to the dead to fuck the widow in the next room, with his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet and his teeth in your shoulder to muffle himself. He doesn't wonder how much of a pain it will be to clean your cum out of the cushions, and instead focuses on drawing it out of you, moving his fingers just to hear your hushed cries declaring yourself as his while he lifts his head and pulls the neckline of your dress down to suck at your tits. You were struggling, trying to figure out if you were just needy, or if Akashi was just that good, drawing out desperate little sobs with each push and pull of his hips, and the feeling of his mouth in your achy chest was even better, making your legs shake and a new round of honey drip around his cock. You're away too long, and you can vaguely hear people beyond the door looking for you when Akashi pulls out and hurriedly uses nearby tissues to clean you both. He takes extra care to fix your clothes, and pin your hat back into place before he places a teasing kiss to your lips.

"Awe, my pretty darling... I just know that you'll be a splendid little wife for me."

"Mm... people will wonder..." You're exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep despite needing to read a shitty speech someone else wrote for you.

"Say it's the woe of a new widow trying to save herself the sadness, or," he leans down, and gives you gentle kisses that lull your eyes shut, "I can just get rid of anyone who dares say an ill word against my pretty wife and darling daughter."

"Mhm... your darling daughter." You mutter, letting sleep take you, at least for a short bit, and Akashi smiles.

He always gets what he wants.

BABES please ya gonna make me become a whole ass simp for akashi like firstly fuck the old dead husband i just wanted money and now i have sexy af akashi

i’m in love with this like the fact that we fucked in the funeral like yeah i loved it and the baby will look like me and we can be a happy family where the old man is forgotten and akashi is the father and we have money and i get fucked and bred by the sexy boy

HES SO FINE LIKE THE WAY HE JUST UNDID THE CLOTHES AND LET THE DRESS RIDE UP AND TOOK THE STUPID HAT OFF AND THEN FUCKED READER BABES IDK HOW YOU THINK OF THIS BECAUSE GENUINELY ITS AMAZING AND IM ALWAYS SPEACHLESS AFTER READING IT ALL

i just love it all sm 🥺

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weeb-writor · 3 years

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Bittersweet Arguments

Heyo! Today I have a Cove x Reader! He is from a visual novel called Our Life: Beginning and always. Its available on Steam and itch.io for free! But I do encourage you all to get the dlc is it is more than worth it. It is inclusive of all race, sexual orientation and pronouns/gender. Also all the characters are just amazing and loveable. I could go on and on about this game but let me shut up so you all can read^^

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Cove Holden x GN!Reader

You and cove get into a bad argument and picking up the pieces is hard.

Word Count: 2.4k(not beta read)

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“Cove hasn't talked to you…yeah I’m just worried, they haven't gone more than a week without speaking since they met. They’re going on week 3 soon… yeah I know… yeah… alright I let you know what I can find out.” Ma said, hanging up with a sigh. You rounded the corner glancing at her as you plopped down on the sofa.

“We're not 8 any more, you don't have to call Cliff anytime we get in a fight.” you said with a chuckle.

“Honey, that's the thing, you and cove have never fought. We called about Lizzie plenty of times but you… it's just parents being parents. We're just worried.” She said stroking your hair. You grasped her hand and gave it a squeeze before you got up.

“Don’t be.” You said as you went up to your room. Well you were packing so really it was just a room with a bed. You plopped down face first into it. You just laid there mind racing a mile a minute. The fight, the disagreements, the tears played over and over again. It was simple at first and then it wasn't. Then it was yelling, arms flailing, and angry tears. What would happen next? It was a fear you thought that was already put to rest but it came again, and again, and again. Each time it was more and more muddled. What would happen to you both? How would long distance work? Were you supposed to tell your parents about your engagement? Who would come visit who? How often? No matter what question it was, the answer always resulted in more questions.

To you it was like Cove didn't trust you, like he didn't believe you loved him enough to do anything to make it work. For Cove you were… well you don't know. He was silent about the issue of the future. It was like you were discussing it with yourself as if there isn't another person in the relationship. It was frustrating, it made you angry at him and at yourself for being angry at him. You grabbed your pillow which had become a bucket for your tears and you cried and screamed into it. Over time your tears and screams died down and you drifted into not a peaceful sleep but a painful one. When you woke up you stumbled down stairs in a trance and nearly rounded the corner before you heard it. You stopped in your tracks immediately and sunk to the floor. It was him, your love, the neighborhood boy, Cove Holden.

“How are they?” He spoke quietly.

“I can't lie to you and say they're fine but they are resting right now.” Mom said with a sigh.

“Tha… T-That’s fine but what about eating, drinking, packing, and leaving the house?” He stuttered nervously. You wanted to laugh. It was so Cove to still be nervous talking to someone he knew essentially his whole life.

“Yes, of course. We’ve made sure, nothing to worry about.” At that you heard a sigh of relief come from the green haired boy.

“Okay, okay good. Um could you just let me know if they need anything.” His voice was shaky like he wanted to cry.

“They need you, kid.” Your mom said slowly. There was a long silence at this. Was it actually long or were you just anxious you weren’t sure.

“...I need them more.” He said in a barely intelligible whisper. Goodbyes were said and stayed on the floor even as you heard mom coming your way. When she was in your sight her eyes widened but more in worry than surprised. You tilted your head at her and that’s when you felt it. Tears were cascading from your eyes. You wiped them away in surprise and rose to your feet.

“Im fine.” You said before jogging to your room where you curled into a ball as if to shield you from the impending doom. From this position you watched the sunset and the moon rise, almost unblinking. You felt tears soak your pillow, you had begun crying without realizing again.

This couldn't go on, you had to talk to Cove.

Muscle memory had kicked in from the one time you had snuck into Cove’s room and boom. You were sitting on his bedside stroking his hair as he slept. Just like you it seemed his sleep was anything but peaceful. His brow was creased and you couldn’t help but thumb along it prompting him to wake up. His eyes shot open and he blinked a while before he sighed.

“Are you gonna be a dream or a nightmare.” he said softly.

“I'm in your nightmares?” You said glancing to the side. At this he shot up. Tears pulled in his eyes as he held his hand out to you. As soon as his fingers brushed your face he let out a quiet sob.

“So dream or nightmare then?” You said with watery eyes.

“An absolute dream.” He said with a firmness in him that was rare.

“Cove I don't want to talk about it right now, can we sleep...together.”

“Yes!” he shouted quietly, immediately making space for you under his blankets. You moved with equal amount of eagerness and soon for the first time in a while you felt truly at peace.

“Can...can I hold you.” You didn't say anything to his request, just moved closer and grabbed onto his nightshirt. Instantly you both fall into a deep peaceful sleep.

“Hey kid, I wanna talk…” Cliff trailed off awkwardly as he locked eyes with you. Cove was fast asleep, head in your lap and arms squeezing you. You smiled and put your finger to your lips. Cliff got the signal and walked out with a smile. Cove slept for 30 minutes more before his icy blue eyes met yours.

“Uh, wanna eat? I got all the ingredients for…” he didn’t need to finish the red flush of his face said enough. He was eating your favorite and you were eating his. You let off a quiet laugh.

“I’m feeling more peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches. Maybe some fruit.” You smiled down at him. His eyes lit up and you were dragged into the kitchen and now you both were about done making the sandwiches.

“What are you glaring at my sandwiches for?” You jokingly accused him.

“There isn’t enough honey on it, honey.” He said poking your forehead. You laughed and he laughed and then you both went to sit at the table. Mr. Holden was there too and made moves to get up but was stopped by the both of you shouting no. Awkwardly he sat back down.

“So, how’s packing coming? Coves been putting it off, so much.” He asked you gently.

“I’m pretty much done! Nothing in my room but a bed now.” You said with a smile.

“That’s great, still planning on leaving for college?” He asked with caution.

“Yeah, that’s the plan. I’m going to miss having you around.” You said with a small smile. The impromptu breakfast was over soon after this and you were left alone with cove again. Questions about the future loomed over you and this time you were going to get answers.

“Can... we talk?” You said staring at him with determination.

“Yes..” he trailed off

“No Cove, can we really talk? Like talk things out, like argue and come to a consensus.”

“Yes but I just don’t... want us to fight” he said playing with his hands.

“Arguments are normal cove, hell they’re healthy even. The unhealthy part is what you do during the argument and what you do after. Of course, we could try just talking first.” You smiled at him hoping to ease his nervousness.

“So you mean to say storming off to your son's room and pacing isn't a healthy way of closing an argument?” He said with a joking tone.

“Well if we ever get to the talk about the future, maybe one day you could see just how healthy it is…” You trailed off looking at him hopefully. Cove let out one of his cute squeaks as he flushed red. He raked his fingers through his hair before he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the sofa.

“Let's… talk then.” he said, glancing at you and then away.

“Alright, Cove, I'm going far away. What you are asking to do is impractical, I'm asking you not to do it.” You said seriously.

“It's 36 hours by car on the fastest route and 3 hours and 29 minutes by plane, it's not impractical, it's totally possible.” He said with unusually fierce eyes.

“Sure but you want to do it every two weeks, twice a month! It's not safe for you to drive that long. Think of the money it’ll cost to fly or put gas in your car. Also you'll have your own bills now, your own place. It's not all that possible.” You spoke firmly.

“Doesn't matter… i'll make it possible and safe. If I need to, I'll stay with my dad for a while. Moving out isn’t that big of a deal” He said not backing down

“No Cove, do you hear yourself? You’ve wanted to move out and be in your own place for a while. What happened to the boy who wanted to do everything the way he wanted without listening to set rules or a predetermined plan?”

“This isn't someone's predetermined plan for me, it's what I want.”

“What about what I want?” you said softly

“Is what you want… not to be around me? Or am I too.. too clingy for you? Cause if so I promise I won't intrude too much.. And I’ll give you space-”

“No! Its nothing like that! You are never gonna be too clingy for me, you could get clinger if you wanted. I just want you to be safe, okay?” You said cutting that thought off immediately

“I promise I will be then.” He said hesitantly.

“Baby, the whole action of it isn't safe physically or financially for either of us right now. I'm not saying you can't come but what about once every month or even better ill come back here every break I have. They aren't frequent but I'd be with you for a while.”

“It's not enough!” He said, raising his voice at you. It's the first time he’d ever done it but you didn't respond, you just blinked at him and waited for him to continue.

“I need to see you more than that.. I just have to.” He said, looking away from you.

“Why? We’ve spent weeks apart before. Every summer you leave and we come out of it fine, it's the same.”

“No its not the same, at all.” He spoke firmly as his eyes got misty but he pressed on. “When I went with my mom I knew where you were, what you were most likely doing. It was routine, sunset bird is our place. Even if something new comes along I'm never out of the loop… but when you leave you’ll be in a new place with different people and new things you can experience. You’ll be in a place with all four seasons, they get snow! I won't know what you're doing any more and we might not even be on the same wavelength any more. You’ll make new friends and meet people who won't be afraid to lay in bed with you or stutter a lot or make weird noises. You’ll be changing and I’ll still be the same 8 year old cry baby you met on the poppy hill… you’ll leave and then you’ll disappear.” He said scrubbing at his tears. You stared at him before you started to laugh. You laughed so hard you started to cry.

“Let me get this straight, you want to come visit me so often because you're afraid I'll become this social butterfly and find better people than you, Miranda, and Terri? Me?” You were overcome with laughter again and paused to catch your breath. “I’m overly honest, pushy, a little demanding, and have “strange” interests. When have you ever known me to be easy to make friends with or be sociable with any other than you? You know I knew I was gonna marry you from the moment I laid eyes on you at the ripe age of 8? I wish some dumb college kid would try to change my plans i’d kill them… nothing is gonna take me away from you and I will always come home. Home, cove holden, is wherever you are.” Cove was hugging you in a second crying into your neck.

“I quite like your squeaks and weird noises by the way.” You could feel his face heat up in your neck as he laughed.

“Every break?”

“Every break longer than 2 days.”

“At my place… the whole time?”

“Duh I said I was going home.”

“Alright then, we agree. I want to come spend a break with you though, want to see your place.” He said squeezing you tighter.

“Of course… Also one last thing we need to put to bed.” Cove let out a groan at your words.

“Nothing bad at all. Just this.” You reached into your back pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. You handed it to cove as his eyes watered again.

“I know I already proposed but I wanted to get you something regardless. Its also so all these single people keep their grubby little paws off my love.” He blushed at you and whispered your name the way he always did when he was feeling embarrassed or overwhelmed. He opened it as tears fell down his face.

“Theres two?”

“Yeah look at the inside of the bands.” Each one was engraved with your respective nicknames for each other.

“Were engaged we minus well look the part. This way everybody at my college knows I managed to lockdown the most amazing guy to ever grace sunset bird.” You said kissing his nose. He wasted no time putting his on and handing you yours.

“I love you.” He said, eyes no longer misty.

“I love you so much, Cove.” You echoed his sentiment.

“Wanna go to our hill, we have a lot to make up for. I’ve missed you so much.” He said, grabbing your hand. You nodded and you both turned to leave. You both quickly made eye contact with Clifford Holden who was misty eyed. You gathered he had been there for a while.

“Sho...Should I pretend i didn't just see or hear that as well?” He said his hand on his neck.

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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Cute lil remus x reader drabble (marauders era) where the reader gets caught up with homework and doesn't realise that it's 3am until remus comes downstairs to check on you and then makes you go to sleep but you refuse until you get a cuddle from remus which ends up with you in his dorm and the marauders are very confused in the morning when you're in remmys bed

dove

remus lupin x gryffindor!fem!reader

summary: after a long night of studying, remus offers to help you get to sleep.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: innuendos of sex, mentions of sleep deprivation, mentions of overworking yourself, immense fluff and shit writing

“transfiguration, potions, er charms...” your voice was mumbled and befuddled from the amount of hours you had a remained awake attempting to study for your n.e.w.t.s that were now quickly approaching as the days went on.

sat on the plush red vermillion couch, scrummaging through your school papers and starting to slightly stain your un-manicured fingers black from all the ink that you had been using on your notes. why couldn’t hogwarts use pens like a regular person?

flicking your wrist in your direction, looking at the antique watch that laid on your wrist; squinting at the little ticks trying to decipher the time from your blurry and sleep deprived eyes. your brows furrowed seeing the time directly on the flesh of your wrist.

3:07am.

oh shit— had you been up that late? how long had you been studying for? when was the last time you even got up from your seat...?

stretching your arms over your head you glanced around the room, hearing a slight creak; peering over on both staircases leading to the dormitories then further glancing back at your charms notes that had been dreadfully scribbled.

the lycanthrope cracked his knuckles once rubbing his eyes with the palm oh his hands, a ‘pop’ sound remaining present in the common room and his socks tapping against the mahogany wood of the staircase. you were stiff on the couch, your back hunched over and eye-bags hued the colour of light purple.

“dove?” the fawn-haired boy yawned, his voice extremely hoarse and barely audible. “why y’still awake, it’s late.” he muttered getting into a comfortable hunched over position behind scarlet-coloured sofa. his hazel irises were barely visible due to his lidded eyes and his prominent drowsiness.

“moony, ‘m studying, theres exams soon. i cant fail.” your voice solemn, and full of lassitude. dragging your palm against the skin of your forehead, a clamorous groan emerging from your throat. “why’s there got to be so much work, ‘m tired and i just want to sleep!”

the boy thought for a moment, the both of you in a relationship had been fairly knew, especially to the three of your friends. but slowly becoming a normal thing over the time you and remus had started dating. remus didn’t want to push any boundaries with you, and just wanted you to rest for a moment.

“how ‘bout you sleep in my dorm?” the fawn-haired boy debated, curious if you would take him up on his offer to sleep in his bed with him.

at his words you quickly spun your head in his direction, adamantly shocked that he wanted to spend the night with you. not sexually, of course, remus wasn’t like that; but wanting you to spend the night with him so you would be as comfortable as possible.

you were silent for a moment; thinking on how to respond. his mind immediately taking silence for denial, as he was about to retract his offer you spoke.

“you think the boys wouldn’t mind?” your tone soft spoken and inquisitive. he looked at you quizzically for a moment, his brown-bushed eyebrows furrowed for a moment and shook his head in a horizontal motion.

you scrunched your eyebrows for a moment, getting up from the couch in a hurried motion; hearing small cracks from your joints. both and you and remus had grimaced at the crackle-like sound, “ill stop, i guess, but ‘m not cleaning up all the crap.” gesturing to the scattered papers on the creaky wooden floor and in the crevices buried in the couch.

he chuckled at the early-dawn laziness and beckoned you to the staircase with a firm hand placed against the rumpled shirt that laid flat against your lower-back.

he guided you into the room, some aspects were incredibly clean, some crevices abundantly messy. the room lingered in a scent of cigarettes, leather, perspiration and an immensely strong cologne; scents that had a correlation of each of the boys.

you saw a navy blue shirt thrown onto the floor, along with some quidditch gear and a deck of scattered cards. each boy sleeping in their respected bed, some curtains half-way or fully closed. you continued to pad over to remus’ twin bed, too comfortable and fatigued to ask if he wanted to go in first.

simply just unravelling the sheets, awaiting for his presence. you felt a slight dip behind you, two slender arms secured around the curves of your torso and his well-defined chin placed on the crown of your head. the hair of your head slightly tickling the flesh of his olive-toned skin.

“is this... is this alright?” he cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting to diffuse any standing tension and trying to make sure that you didn’t do this out of pity for him, or afraid to reject his offer.

“s’alright, remus. now hush, we have school tomorrow.” you giggled for a moment at his timid state, your tone hushed in respect for the other boys in their unconscious states.

he pressed a kiss in your hairline, replacing his chin back in its original spot. both your breaths slowly becoming in sync with each other and his heart beat lulling you to sleep like a recurrent lullaby.

it was bright daylight time—hearing birds chirping and a familiar daze slowly waking you up, along with three other male voices. you pretended to remain in an unconscious state due to curiosity on what they might’ve been talking about.

“since when does remus have y/n in bed?” someone said, maybe sirius, or james. their voices syncing and sounding very similarly in the rasp of their early-morning voices.

“i didn’t know they were doing overnights just yet, he said he didn’t wanna ‘pressure her into something.’ as if they’ve never shared a bed.” peter clearly stated, his voice slightly pitched higher than the other boys.

well never shared a night together, romantically. the closeness of your relationship with remus prior to your relationship never faltered, but remained platonic. so their references had been prior to the night you had spent together on the astronomy tower, following your first kiss together.

“they don’t look like... y’know. or maybe they covered it up well?” a voice became clear, sirius’. as their conversation had built their voices had dulled down the rasp and became more normal.

“i’d appreciate if you didn’t talk about my private sex life, please.” you stated, your timbre fairly husky because of your voice box that hadn’t been used in the past several hours.

all of their heads turned swift in your direction, your eyes remained closed and shuffling a bit to get more comfortable wrapped in your lovers arms.

“agreed.” remus, stated. now slowly waking up from his deep and comfortable state about to accuse the boys of their inappropriate conversation right in-front of the couple.

“oh shit.”

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miyuwuki · 3 years

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Not sure if you accept requests at the moment but can you write Miyuki captin with a female s/o who have been together for a long time but they keep their relationship secret ? One day Kazuya brought with him some video tapes to help Sawamura and Furuiya about their pitching and so these two plus mochi + nori + 1st years cathers all gathering infront of the TV but suddenly the video is an old recording of 2 cute babies (Kazuya + S/o) ? Like maybe just sleeping together or playing catch ball but the girl just keeps hitting Kazuya face not mat and he is cutely angry.Or she is crying because she dropped her icecream and baby Kazuya being so gentel and comfort her and sharing his with her. You know just small moments like that were recorded but because of this mistake everyone is asking about this girl but its obvious she is Y/N and so he is caught and had to make it official. Bonus. Kazuya is trying to turn off the video but Mochi is holding him on the floor 💪💜😂 sawamaru asking when did that gentle pure nice Kazuya has gone and why he now Captin is an evil 🙃

AWWW I LOVE THIS SOO MUCHHH THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME JOY TO WRITE

warnings: none

miyuki kazuya x reader

caught!

“ah, this is nice.” you hummed, laying on miyuki’s shoulder on the benches that no one uses. his hand was slowly gripping your thigh and he chuckled, “we have to go back soon. we’re going to review the game against teiko.” you let out a soft “hmph” and snuggled closer, closing your eyes.

“it’s so hard keeping our relationship a secret, kazu.” you grumbled. it’s been a secret for years now, and somehow no one ever caught on. growing up together, you both were bound to be a couple, like those typical childhood friends to lovers clichés. although miyuki wanted to keep it a secret, not out of ill intention but to avoid any unnecessary attention. you agreed, not wanting to be the talk of the town, but sometimes you couldn’t help but want to shout to the whole world about your pretty boy.

“sorry,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. he let go of your thigh and got up, reaching out a hand to you. “i’ll sneak into your dorm later to make it up to you. you can drool on me all you want.” you laughed as you took his hand and playfully hit him with your other, “i don’t drool.”

“whatever you say.”

you guys arrived at the dining area where the team was already gathered by the television, staring at miyuki as he walked in.

“MIYUKI-SENPAI,” sawamura shouted, “YOU’RE LATE. HOW CAN I REFINE MY PITCHING IF YOU DON’T SPARE ME THE TIME?”

“be quiet, sawamura,” miyuki sighed, “put the tape in.”

sawamura grabbed the tape from miyuki’s hand and hurriedly ejected it into the dvd system. “furuya, hurry and get a notepad,” he said to him.

the tape started to play as everyone sat back. you and miyuki stood in front on the tv, your memo pad ready in your hands to take notes on each pitch.

“miyuki,” kuramochi muttered, “are you sure you gave the right one?”

suddenly, a laugh emitted from the tv; not just any laugh, but a baby’s laugh, and it filled the silence of the room. everyone just stared at the screen in confusion, wondering why they were watching a baby hitting another baby that was sleeping.

you squinted your eyes at the tv, slowly recognizing what it was. “kazuya!” you shrieked, redness blooming across your cheeks.

“is that you, kazuya?” kawakami asked, “you had glasses since way back.”

miyuki stood there in disbelief because of what was playing in front of him, anxious that the secret he’d been keeping was slowly unravelling itself. wanting to get it over with quickly, he said, “alright everyone enough, i’m going to change it.” kuromochi quickly ran in front of him, blocking his way. “quick, sawamura!” he uttered, “hold him back!”

with a loud laugh, sawamura wrapped his arms around miyuki, holding him still while your eyes stayed glued to the screen. even though you were extremely embarrassed, you couldn’t help but watch and adore the old memories you had with him. time really flies, huh?

the next part of the tape showed a young girl crying, holding an empty cone with her ice cream splashed on the floor. the boy with glasses next to her was looking at her in annoyance, telling her to stop crying and that she can have his. he gave her his ice cream cone and the girl immediately stopped crying, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. the boy smiled and pat her head, telling her not to be sad anymore. “aww’s” and “ooo’s” went around, the team enjoying the wholesome content.

“is that you, y/n-senpai?” furuya murmured.

your focus on the tv was interrupted by that one question, as you shyly looked at miyuki, unsure of how to answer. if you said no, well, you’d be lying. but if you said yes, the whole team would find out about you and him, exposing years of your relationship. so you chose the most reasonable one.

“uh, no, i think that’s—”

“it is y/n, furuya.” miyuki breathed, cutting you off. he said a “let go of me” to sawamura and kuramochi before going to you and holding your hand. gasps came out of the mouths of the team, earning one from you too.

“kazuya..”

“y/n and i are dating,” he announced, “and we have been for a while.”

“WHAT!” sawamura shouted, causing kuramochi to kick his back. “I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE SIBLINGS!!”

“it was so obvious,” kuramochi rebutted, holding him by the collar.

“mm, we knew.” kawakami added, making an apologetic face.

“huh? but we never told anyone.” miyuki replied, “we’ve kept it in secret for years.”

“yeah but we always see you guys on that bench that no one uses.” kuramochi teased, “we make sure not to go there, right everyone?”

“WAIT REALLY?”

“shut up, sawamura.”

miyuki sighed and brought you closer, “well that’s embarrassing..” you laughed, partially because this whole situation was pretty comical, but because you were happy that you didn’t have to be in private anymore.

“but..” sawamura started, trailing off. you turned to him and cocked your head to the side, “hm?” you hummed. “what’s wrong, sawamura?”

“WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT NICE MIYUKI KAZUYA! WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL NOW, SENPAI. YOU ARE RUTHLESS, CRUEL, WICKED, IT’S SO TWISTED!” sawamura cried, tears flowing down his face.

miyuki cackled at this, his signature menacing smile forming on his face, “well, thank you!”

“IT’S NOT A COMPLIMENT.”

and that’s how seido found about your—already exposed— relationship. shortly after this event, everyone started calling you guys the parents of the baseball team. miyuki acted like he hated it, but you lowkey loved it, now being free to tease and love your boyfriend however you want.

BONUS:

“i never knew you kept those tapes with you, kazu.” you teased your boyfriend after that whole fiasco.

“bring it up one more time and i won’t bake you bread.”

“i’m sorry.”

I HOPE THIS IS OKAY <3

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