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eloquentreverie · 6 months

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Hiiiii, can I request fem reader losing her virginity to protective, Nomad or End Game Steve please??? tysm!

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers x girlfriend! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a few months of dating, Steve's return home and newfound stability have created the perfect opportunity for you to consider taking your relationship with him to the next level.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, loss of virginity, little use of y/n, p in v sex, unprotected sex, established relationship. vaginal fingering (fem rec), oral sex (fem rec)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I couldn't really make mind. So technically this is nomad!steve without the beard. I hope you like this anon. Haven't written this trope in awhile!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

“I miss your beard,” she whispered against his lips, straddling his lap as she played with his longer hair, letting her hands run through the soft strands. “I know you had to grow it out when you were on the run but, I don’t know. I think you should grow it back, for me.” She pulled away slightly, pouting as she looked up at him.

Steve’s hands rested at her sides, rubbing soft little circles on her hips as he listened to her talk, a small smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

“You like the beard, huh?” His smirk grew into a mischievous grin. “Why? Think it would feel good between your thighs?”

He caught her in another kiss before she had the chance to reply. His question made her stomach churn with butterflies as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She whimpered against his mouth as one hand traveled upward from her hip and stopped right on top of her left breast.

Steve grinned as he gently massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and the cotton of her bra. With his other hand, he gripped her hip again and firmly brought her closer to his lap, pressing himself flush against her warmth.

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and moaned low when she parted her lips so that their tongues could swirl together. They didn’t get many nights like this alone, being the only two in her apartment since James had been called away by Natasha on some super-secret mission, but when they did finally have each other all to themselves, it was always mind-blowing.

Steve slowly began rocking his hips forward as they continued to kiss, making them both moan into each other’s mouths as friction built up between them.

He kissed across her jaw until he reached the base of her neck and sucked gently. She moaned softly before pulling away to look down at him. “Steve, I think I’m ready.”

When Steve looked up, the glazed lust had been replaced by sudden apprehension in her boyfriend’s baby blues. “Ready?”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Mmmhmm. All the way this time.” She leaned down to nip at his lips before kissing him deeply.

Steve returned the kiss slowly, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. His other hand left her breast and slid underneath the hem of her t-shirt. It traced soft patterns on her back before working its way higher, fingers skimming along the strap of her bra.

Steve pulled away again, his hand cupping the side of her cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want to pressure you.”

She nodded with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss him briefly. “I’m ready,” she reassured him, her hand gripping at the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

Steve hummed into the next kiss, and then he stood suddenly, picking her up with him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling dizzy from the change of position and from his kisses. He kept a strong hold of her and carried her through her bedroom door.

As soon as they entered, Steve sat on the bed with her in his lap, not parting their kiss for a single moment. She grinned against his mouth, loving when he displayed his super soldier strength and just picked her up without effort.

She rocked her hips, rubbing her heat over the front of his pants, causing them both to groan loudly. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. “I love how eager you are. But before we go any further, tell me what you like?”

Y/N stared at him blankly. Steve pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.

“What do you like? What do you want me to do to you?” He kissed her nose as her expression softened. “What kind of touch do you like? Do you like soft or rough? Gentle or hard?” A soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you however you like.”

Her cheeks burned, knowing there was no option but to be honest with Steve. Her boyfriend wasn’t known for backing down until he had gotten the most information possible on a subject; she had always appreciated his dedication to preparation and research when they were in situations where it could cost them their lives.

But having sex with Steve Rogers was on another level of anxiety-inducing. “I, um... I like it hard,” she mumbled bashfully, looking away.

Steve kissed the side of her head tenderly before reaching up to tangle his fingers into her hair and bring her gaze back to meet his. “Hard?” he asked, an amused grin lighting up his face. “That can mean lots of things. Tell me more.”

Her cheeks heated even more, creeping down onto her neck and chest, and Steve kissed her sweetly once again, nibbling on her lower lip before pulling away. “Well, I’m not sure since this is my first time...” she replied awkwardly, letting the sentence hang in the air.

“So, I’ll show you,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she clung tighter to him, her hands gripping his shirt. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know. We’ll figure out what you like. Alright?”

She nodded, relaxing slightly as she looked at him.

Steve’s gaze seemed darker than usual as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “If you’re nervous, we can start slow. I’ll keep going, okay?” His voice was soft and reassuring. She felt butterflies stir once more as she thought about him continuing whatever he had in store.

She wanted so badly to let herself just let go and enjoy his attention, to give all of her to him without any barriers between them. Her entire body was quivering in anticipation and the desire for release, and she didn’t want to waste any more time. She trusted him so much that she felt like she was on cloud nine. “Okay,” she finally said.

His lips grazed against her jawline again. “Then relax,” he breathed against the sensitive skin there before nibbling lightly on the flesh, drawing out an involuntary gasp.

“You’ve already loosened up so nicely. Just feel.”

And then Steve began his ministrations, his mouth traveling slowly down her neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones and chest, alternating between light sucks and gentle bites as he worked his way from one shoulder to the other. He leaned back slightly, taking off her shirt as his eyes met hers.

When he did, she swore she saw sparks dancing in his gaze as they scanned her body. She tried to stay calm while watching his movements closely, though she couldn’t help shivering under the intensity of his stare.

He gradually slipped out of the rest of his clothes until the two of them were just in their underwear. “Let’s begin.” His voice sounded smooth and controlled, but he was smiling devilishly up at her. She whimpered at the loss of contact and buried her face into his chest.

“Trust me.”

He gently pushed her back on the bed as he hovered above her, his lips trailing kisses down her neck once more. As if he was trying to memorize every dip, curve, or mark on her skin. His hands stroked up and down her sides and over her hips as his kisses continued down her chest, past her breasts and towards her navel.

He paused when he reached the line of her panties before dipping lower to pepper kisses at the tops of her thighs, using his teeth to scrape over her soft skin lightly, which made her legs twitch slightly. He smirked against her skin and repeated the action a few times until her leg trembled involuntarily again. “Steve,” she breathed.

Steve chuckled softly as his hand brushed across her clit. “I like the way you say my name, sweetheart,” he mumbled, before continuing to leave burning kisses on her skin. “Say it again.” His hand slid beneath the material of her panties, and his fingers spread to cup her completely, holding her heat right there.

She couldn’t stop a soft gasp from escaping as his middle finger slipped between the folds, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bud.

“Stevie!” she moaned softly, arching her back up slightly against the touch of his hand, and his breath fanned over her hot, slick center. He dipped his tongue between her folds, licking broadly at her clit.

Her hands gripped tightly at the blankets underneath her as she gasped. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and completely unlike anything she had ever felt. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself, so she stayed perfectly still.

The sensation continued to build as he licked and sucked her sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking her clit between his lips, applying the slightest amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves.

He curled his finger inside of her, stroking over her g-spot before adding a second finger. She bucked her hips upwards against his face.

“Oh god... oh god, Stevie! I’m... oh god I think I’m gonna c—” Her words cut off in a loud cry as a wave of ecstasy swept through her body, sending goosebumps along her limbs.

He smiled against her soaked heat as he licked up and down her slit, tasting her wetness before pressing a kiss to her swollen clit. “That’s it, baby. Give me all of it,” he encouraged with a sly smirk before lowering his face between her thighs again and lapping eagerly at her soaked entrance.

After she came down from her high and her body relaxed, his lips pressed another kiss to her sex before pulling away. “Do you want to continue?” He crawled up the bed until he hovered over her.

She nodded, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Yes. I want you inside me,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. Steve gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes dark and predatory as he looked her up and down, seeming to decide whether he should deny her wish or give her everything she wanted. She hoped he would give in because she definitely needed him at this point. “Please,” she begged. “I need you.”

Steve gave her a soft smile, reaching out to trace his finger down her nose gently. “Okay.”

She sighed contently and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together, letting her thumb stroke the side of his palm. “I promise to go slow. Let me know if I’m hurting you, alright?”

She nodded again as she stared up at him, taking note of how beautiful he was in this lighting as the soft yellow light of the sunset washed over his skin and shone in his bright blue eyes. The shadows danced along his face, accentuating his jaw and cheekbones. She reached her free hand up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you for this.”

He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm, his eyes locked on hers as he smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Her heart thudded excitedly, and she tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her until their bodies lined up together and her bare breasts brushed against his chest.

Their mouths met again, kissing slowly, exploring every inch of the other person’s mouth. When they finally broke apart, they were panting heavily as their eyes met, gazing hungrily at each other.

“I want you, Stevie. Please.”

Steve nodded once, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. “My pleasure,” he murmured softly.

Y/N shifted slightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he aligned his length against her dripping core and sank his cock inside of her slowly, inch by delicious inch. She squeezed around him, desperate for friction, as he buried his face into her neck and groaned.

His thrusts started off shallow, keeping the pace slow and steady. She clung tight to his body, nails digging into his skin, wanting so badly to make him move faster. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Faster please, I wanna feel you.”

Steve grunted as he lifted his head up from her shoulder. “Patience, baby. I got you.” He kissed her again and quickened the pace of his thrusts. His tongue stroked lazily over hers and she couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat.

Her toes curled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her as she met each thrust with her own hips. His breaths were heavy and hot on her neck and cheek, making her shiver at the feeling.

His rhythmic movement and the constant stimulation had her walls pulsing around his hardness, clenching down on him like a vice. The feeling was almost overwhelming, almost painful, but unbelievably incredible all at once.

She moaned, throwing her head back as she dug her heels into his lower back, pressing him forward, urging him to go even harder. He obliged with ease, slamming into her repeatedly, his hips moving with a fluid motion. She felt another orgasm building fast within her as he kept pounding against her G-spot. She cried out, gasping as she clung desperately to his shoulders.

They both moaned as they climaxed together, bodies writhing and shuddering together while waves of bliss crashed over them. Steve rested his forehead against hers as he panted, peppering sweet kisses across her face.

Once they caught their breath, Steve pulled out of her and rolled off of her, lying next to her on his side. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she could now feel his body heat against her skin. “How do you feel, honey?” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple.

“Happy,” she replied immediately, snuggling into his embrace. Her chest felt like it was full of helium and about to float away. It was such a satisfying feeling; this contentment, this relief at finally having done something she’d been wanting to do for months. Finally, being intimate with her boyfriend after all this time. A satisfied smile spread across her lips. “I love you.”

Steve placed a hand under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his gaze. They locked eyes, their breathing heavy and ragged as they stared deep into each other’s souls. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. “Beautiful. Perfect in every way.” He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on the swollen flesh. “And I love you too.”

As their eyes closed, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her body tightly against his, holding her protectively and securely as he whispered sweet praises to her. “Perfect, sweetheart, perfect... absolutely magnificent.”

He ran his hands down her sides, gripping her hips tightly before bringing one of them to cup her ass possessively. Her eyes shot open as she gasped in surprise at the sudden gesture, his words only further exciting her.

“What are you doing?” She asked, laughing softly.

Steve didn’t reply. Instead, he simply stared deeply into her eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. His gaze flicked between her face and her chest, seemingly torn between which part of her he wanted to look at more intensely.

His nostrils flared slightly, a small hint of pink coloring his cheeks as he watched her intently. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, furiously blinking away whatever thoughts crossed his mind, struggling to regain control.

As he watched her carefully, his jaw clenched as if fighting a primal urge to take her once again. She squirmed in place, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze, wishing he would stop staring so fiercely at her.

Slowly, he inched closer to her until his forehead touched against hers. His eyes fell closed, his breathing steady as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume, her sweat, her musk. Her fingers found themselves threading through his golden locks, tracing delicate patterns through them as his warm breath tickled her nose and cheeks.

“I’m glad you’re my first,” she mumbled, voice husky with sleep, breaking their silence. Steve chuckled lowly, raising a hand to caress the side of her face.

He pressed a tender kiss to her lips before laying his head back down on his pillow. “Me too, sweetheart. Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning about what just happened here.”

She giggled tiredly before burying herself into the crook of his neck. “Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise you’ll consider growing back the beard? I miss it.” He laughed.

Steve held her close, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. As the minutes ticked by, Y/N found her eyes growing heavier and heavier until they eventually fluttered closed.

And as she drifted off to dreamland, she swore she heard Steve whisper something softly in her ear before slipping into unconsciousness. “Anything for my darling.”

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paiirupie · 1 year

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another request .... !!!! them :)

#💌 paii's art #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #shadow chao #requests.

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reveriesources · 9 months

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𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 & 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

requested by @lostbrainlulu

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xbalayage · 8 months

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Would you indulge me and write a fic about Licht being separated from the reader for a while and then finally getting to be reunited? Maybe from his POV if you're interested in doing it that way :3 I look forward to anything you come up with though!!! Let the fic guide you to however angsty, fluffy or spicy it seems to be going.

Hehe, thank you for the request Ghoul! It's been a while since I've tried my hand at POV, and my first fic of actually trying Licht so I hope it doesn't disappoint! <3

"I Missed You."

Licht/Reader

Fluff/Angst

WC: 1055

The ball of light that was your love, which settles and radiates high in the sky left the day you did too. Only blankets of gray rested in its place. And as if the sky could sense my pain, it cries for you too.

The rain falls heavier with your absence, as if it means to remind and taunt me that you're no longer here. I've been trying to keep a level head, distract myself in a means of ways to pass the time. But it's hard. It didn't used to be this hard to distract and distance myself, yet, ever since I've had a taste of your warmth, the world freezes over around me.

In everything that's beautiful, I see you.

Everything reminds me of you.

The Rhodolite roses even seem to wilt ever so slightly, reflecting through their wet petals the sadness I felt as well.

Your absence grew stifling, the air that once was filled with your sweet laughter and voice, now leaves a bitter taste, wrapping its hand of anxiety around my throat in its wake. It's hard to get a good breath in, wanting for me to choke on my own sorrow.

The winds howled louder and the trees danced with, their intangible play displayed for an audience to witness, yet I was the only one that sat amongst the seats. I decided to just lay down in the field by the garden, a spot we'd inhabit often for tea parties, and I find my heart aching even more. The rain numbed my skin, a similar feeling to needles embroidering their designs of loneliness into the flesh; fresh, painful, yet beautiful. I closed my eyes and laid like that for a while; even though my hair laid stuck to my forehead and the clothes clung tight to my body, I was enraptured by the storm.

Because this was the closest it felt to being with you. I don't know how much longer I can take without seeing your smile.

I remembered your voice when you said you liked my singing and if, and only if that could wear easy on my heavy heart, I'll sing to the thought of you. Maybe you'll be able to hear my singing from where you are, the bitter howls of a lone wolf meshing into the crescendo of the heavy walls of rain.

I hope you'll be back soon.

This is agonizing.

I would never admit to it, but the faction found me moping in the rain half an hour later when they hadn't seen me since you've left. I claimed that the rain just seemed relaxing and there was nothing more to that. They can see right through my facade; I'd become more easier to read in the time we've been together. You've made me a better person, a person who doesn't know what to do with himself once you leave.

After convincing me that you'd be sad if I caught a cold while away, that you couldn't be here to remedy it, was the ultimate force of reasoning that got me to finally get up and follow them inside.

Yves, who could light up a room just like you could, pestered me for hours refusing to leave my side, handing towels, snacks and warm tea in his wake, sitting me in front of a fireplace to warm up. Leon and Jin started suggesting finding ways to pass the time but it was met on deaf ears as I started to zone everybody out, only focusing on the way the flames flickered and firewood crackle.

If I focused hard enough, staring into one spot of the soul of the living flame, the beauty of it was captivating and much more. I could forget for just a minute, for just a moment, that you're not here beside me enjoying the bask of warmth and glow it emitted onto my warm features. My eyes fluttered shut, the whole world fell silent.

Time escaped me.

Fingers brushed through my hair in a soothing manner, a gentle humming invited itself into my ears as conscienceness started to envelope me back from the land of dreams. I didn't even remember falling asleep. How much time had passed?

Soft lips pressed on my eyelids gingerly, one after the other and suddenly, my heart fell into my stomach. Could it really...? Eyes as red as roses opened, I had no longer been sitting upright but laid upon a warm lap, still engulfed by the light of the fireplace. The humming had ceased and my line of sight was welcomed to the image of her.

"...I think I've lost it."

My gaze shifted away. Maybe I've caught a fever or something and my mind is just playing tricks on me, there's no way in all my wanting that you could possibly be here now. When sudden giggles broke the silence and tender hands laid upon my cheeks to turn my head back to the source that I thought was you, did it finally click once I heard your voice.

"Geez, I was barely gone a day, don't tell me you missed me that much?"

...It really was you. From spending almost every waking second together, a day apart felt like an eternity. Like my heart no longer laid caged inside my chest, a half of myself was missing; ever since being engulfed in your radiance, my heart no longer only belonged to me. Your touch was the reassurance I needed that I was still alive.

In a quick motion, I sat up, desperate to dive deep into the scent of your hair and wrap my arms around your love, pulling you closer into my chest. I can't believe how overwhelming it felt, how many emotions suddenly started to flood through me at the mere realization that the person I adored was finally with me again. My cheeks started to heat up, a smile etched itself till my cheeks hurt.

"You were gone too long, I missed you."

And with your presence finally here, nothing but love filled my senses. I took only a moment but my eyes drifted towards the window with you tucked in my embrace and I realized something.

The weather reflected my mood or we were one of the same, because even the skies had finally stopped crying.

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reactivebangtan · 2 years

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Can I ask for 46, and 37, but like.....fluffy??? (With Namjoon and his flight attendant girlfriend?......what do you mean "self serving" and "weirdly specific"?) (Btw I've followed this blog for such a long time and I'm so happy you're coming back! Tbh I've missed you 🤷‍♀️💛💛💛)

send me a number and a member and i’ll write a drabble or one-shot based off of it.

#37: ‘ stop being so attractive. ’#46: ‘ help me find my shirt. ’‘ you know, as much as i want to… i don’t want to. ’

comments: i hope you know i watched several videos on being a flight attendant just so i know at least slightly what it’s like just for you and this one-shot

coming home after a long string of flights always felt euphoric – you would put it up there with the high of just getting off a terrifying roller coaster, seeing a live concert of your favorite band and probably sex. needless to say, finally sleeping in your own bed and seeing your boyfriend were among the best feelings you could think of. so, one might understand that leaving all of that was always incredibly, incredibly difficult.

and, namjoon never tried to make it any easier.

the few times you got a sudden and unexpected call in to a flight were always the worst, but the morning before you knew you had to leave were almost as bad. with those, he had time to ruminate on his way to try and make you stay. of course, you could never blame him… you both barely had time to see one another with both of your careers taking you to such different places, all the time. what you were grateful for was namjoon’s unending patience with the both of you – sure, he tried to make you stay, but he always understood when you couldn’t. he always told you he’d be waiting for you to return, always sending you off with an ‘ i’ll miss you ’… but, that still didn’t stop him from trying.this morning was no different… you could feel his hand tracing up the curve of your spine, his eyes probably still half-closed and the softest, gentlest smile on his face. somehow, someway, he made the mornings feel easy… before he didn’t.“your alarm is about to go off.”of course he can tell you’re awake, because he always seems to know everything – or maybe he just observed you so much that he knew all your tells. it could’ve been the way your breathing changed or a shift in your body, but he always knew.“i think my body knows you’re gonna give me a hard time about getting out of bed. we need the extra few minutes,” you say, teasingly.“or maybe it’s an extra few minutes for us to savor each other…” and he says it with that smirk that makes you weak in the knees and you almost feel your will to get up and pack leaving you without even seeing it yet.finally, you turn over to graze over his face with your eyes, reaching up to cup his cheek and gaze at him in that way that makes him weak in the knees. that smirk you so love turns into that smile you so love, dimpling his cheeks as his hand covers yours and you’re reminded once again how warm he is, inside and out.he almost shivers at the way you trace his full lips with your index finger and you feel the way his smile widens underneath your touch and the way he inhales slowly as you inch towards him. he’s expecting your lips laid against his, savoring the taste of each other in just the way he suggested – taking these few precious moments and spending them in the best way. his eyes even flutter shut at your newfound proximity, you feel the way he leans in towards you, the way he gives himself to you so easily.and, just like that… you pull away when he’s vulnerable and isn’t fast enough to drag you back in.“nope!” popping the ‘p’ as you slide out of bed just fast enough that his reach misses you completely once he catches up with what you’ve just done.the deep vibrato of his chuckle mixes with your lilted giggle and he nearly trips over himself to chase after you, the clumsy ‘stomp, stomp, stomp’ of his feet and the gentle patter of yours making their way to your bathroom in quick succession. a gasp slips past past your lips when you feel his strong arm wrap around your middle and tug you back into his body, but you don’t bother struggling or fighting his embrace -- as much as you need to get ready, you both know that you don’t want to.still, you vocalize that you must: “joon! i need to get ready. you know i have to be at the airport early. let go and help me find my shirt!”“you know...” he drawls it out, right into your ear. “as much as i want to... i don’t want to.”and, he always has a way with words -- the way to your heart, to your stomach, to your thighs -- but something about that simple statement had you tumbling back into bed with him for another hour.another hour that you didn’t have, but an hour you made up by rushing faster than you ever thought you could in your life. you get mascara on your eyelid and your shirt is tucked in a little crooked under your blazer, but you make it work, like you always do.and, he makes up for that by sending you a love letter in the form of a voice note over text:“i hope you land safely, wherever you’re going. and, i was going to apologize for this morning, because i know you hate rushing... but i decided i wasn’t going to. not because i don’t feel bad, but because i don’t want to apologize for wanting to spend as much time with you as i can. i miss you. i know you miss me, too... the time apart never makes me regret it, though. the waiting, the yearning... it never gets old and i’ll never get tired of it, because it’s with you -- it’s for you. so, i’m not going to apologize... i’m not gonna say sorry, because i’m gonna tug you back into bed and say as many sweet things into your ear as i can until i feel you give in to me. i’ll do it next time and the time after that and every time after that, too. anything to get that extra five minutes between you being there and you being gone...i love you. fly high, baby... i’ll see you when you come home, to me.”

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mspecregretevator · 7 days

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BIVE IS AN MSPEC LESBIAN/LESBOY!!!!!

Posting in a second!

#Requests.

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puppeteered-poetry · 2 years

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Can you write an angsty little story about Engineer Mark/Celci?

I don't see a lot of people that actually enjoy that ship

Shoutout to Marcus for helping me choose how far to go with this hiii bestie love you :)

Mark had been… Quiet. Everyone noticed. He was focused, polite, kept his head down.

At first Celci had enjoyed the change, how sensible Mark was behaving. Now it just made her feel ill. He was like a ghost, floating around the colony. Dark circles around his eyes and a blank expression, like he just wasn’t there. Her heart sank every time he entered the room.

He barely raised his glass in toast when the Captain gave a speech about the new colony. He left after he finished his first glass of champagne.

Gunther would try to joke with him, kid around, talk about explosives, but Mark would only shake his head.

Burt would try to make conversation, to fill in the gap, but Mark would give a passive answer and continue.

It made her boil with frustration. Why now? What happened? Why couldn’t he just talk about what bothered him and be done with it? Sure, it made Celci a hypocrite, but she didn’t care. She was going to fix this.

“Mark, what’s your problem?” Celcionna scowled, folding her arms as she leaned against the locker Mark was heading for.

“... I don’t know what you mean.” Mark mumbled, not making eye contact.

“Bullshit! You’re wandering around like a zombie, and everyone’s worried sick about you! What’s going on?!” She snapped, gripping his shoulder.

And he flinched.

Celci withdrew, eyes widening. She didn’t mean to scare him. Her lips parted, about to speak, when Mark beat her to it.

“Haven’t been sleeping well.” Mark swallowed hard, trying to get his throat less dry. “That’s all. Cots… My back- It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“... Mark… Is… Are you scared of me?” Celci’s voice was barely audible.

Why wouldn’t he be? She was aggressive, prone to physical violence, cold to him. She was nicknamed the Ice Queen for a reason, but she didn’t think it would hurt Mark that much. Regret swam in her brain like a school of fish, giving her a dull, pounding headache.

Mark’s mouth twitched at the corners, borderline amused by that idea. That he could fear anyone more than himself. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. You should be focusing on your own stuff.” He almost met eyes, but he couldn’t. His eyes were stinging with the threat of tears.

Tears that quickly spilled when Celcionna’s strong arms wrapped around him, embracing him with all the force she could muster. He sobbed into her shoulder, memories of watching everyone die over and over and over again playing in his head like a broken record. His rough, calloused hands clung to Celci’s back.

Celci could never understand how many times Mark had heard her scream.

“Please, Mark… Everyone- … I miss you. I miss you, god damn it! I miss your dumb ideas, your enthusiasm, those weird dances you do when your builds go right! Just come back to me! Please!” Celci begged, her voice cracking.

Mark wanted to. He really, truly did. He wanted to be his old self, unaware of the miserable actions he did, how he hurt everyone he cared for.

But he built the warp core.

He was never going to be the same.

#Letters to the Author.#Requests.#Creative Endeavors.#in space with markiplier #melci #mark x celci #angst #markiplier fanfiction #The Author Writes.

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evakant · 1 year

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people’s favorite the untamed scenes — for @soresus

“any scene of your choice that has jiang cheng with wispy”

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noirflavouredgifs · 2 years

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Hi! Love your gifs!! For 2022 movies maybe suggesting keke palmer in nope or maika monroe in watcher please?

THE ARTIST : already got 4 messages requesting maika, so i guess... we have a winner !

#watcher 2022 #maika monroe #maika monroe gif hunt #maika monroe gif pack #gif hunt #gif pack #answered.#requests.#watcher

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eloquentreverie · 6 months

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im thinking smutty thoughts abt tipsy lil s.r. after an avengers party (that asgardian mead tho)…needy, affectionate, super sensitive, just can’t keep his hands off you 🤤🤤 maybe a little subby streak showing through when you get home and ride him on the couch 🙈

𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers x female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After consuming several shots of Asgardian mead, Steve can't keep his hands off of you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, unprotected p in v sex, steve being a flirty menace ( yes, that's a warning), fluff at the end, little use of y/n

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k+

a/n: Hey! Thank you so much for requesting this. I've been wanting to write more Steve fics. I hope you like this!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Laughter resonated through the air, blending with the clinks of glasses within the walls of The Avenger’s Tower. By tradition, it was Tony Stark who orchestrated these extravagant soirees, yet this time, the honor had befallen Thor. A grand feast adorned the buffet table, showcasing Asgard’s most beloved delicacies, but the centerpiece of it all was an immense pitcher brimming with Asgardian mead.

Remarkably potent, even for a super soldier like him, the alcohol proved to be Bucky’s undoing. After merely three cups, he succumbed to its intoxicating embrace, collapsing right beside Natasha on the couch across from them.

As she surveyed the room, taking in the array of assembled Avengers, Steve’s interjection abruptly interrupted her thoughts.

“Let’s go home, please?” he whispered, his hands roaming over the soft fabric of her dress. Throughout the party, Y/N noticed the mead had affected each person differently. After only two drinks, Steve had become very horny, touching her and kissing her neck.

A small smirk curved on her lips before she turned to face her boyfriend. “Why? I thought you were enjoying the party?” she asked, taking a sip of the mead, allowing the warm sensation to travel down her body as it hit her stomach.

His cheeks heated as his blue eyes stared back at her, and Y/N realized how good he looked in a suit. Even though she did not care for parties or formal affairs, Steve had put much effort into making sure that she looked the part.

Steve’s hand found her waist, bringing her closer to him as he leaned down until their foreheads touched. “We can stay if you’d like.” He whispered, and the smell of liquor on his breath made her smile grow wider.

Her hands traced the outline of the muscles along his chest. She could see how dark the blue irises of his eyes became, dilated by the drink, and she noticed his arousal growing against his slacks.

“Actually,” he said in between kisses on her bare shoulder. “Maybe we should just find a bedroom so I can take you now...”

She chuckled as he nipped lightly at the sensitive flesh beneath her ear, causing a pleasant shudder down her spine. “I think I need to get you home.”

“Sounds great!” He pulled away, grinning from ear-to-ear and placed another kiss upon her lips before guiding her toward the exit with an arm around her waist.

The alcohol had made Steve unusually enthusiastic about leaving the party, especially since this was one of Thor’s infamous shindigs.

However, as soon as they got in the elevator, he found himself pinning her against one of the walls, his tongue hungrily devouring her mouth. It took all of Y/N’s power to pull herself away and push him back.

As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, he grabbed hold of her arm and began dragging her behind him, practically running toward their car.

“Are you forgetting we still have to drive home?” she joked, giggling softly as their footsteps reverberated off the cement and throughout the parking garage.

She unlocked the vehicle with her key fob and before she could open the door; he turned to kiss her once more. His lips pressed passionately against hers, making her almost forget her purpose. Finally pulling away, she laughed loudly, pushing at his broad chest. “Hop in!”

In response, Steve released a long moan as she pushed him harder until he landed on the passenger side. She quickly went around and jumped into the driver’s seat before buckling herself. But before she even managed to start the car, she felt him run his fingers up her bare leg, starting at the top of her thigh and tracing his way toward the hemline of her panties.

She groaned but not in annoyance, and glanced briefly over to Steve, who sat there patiently smiling mischievously as though he’d already guessed correctly what would happen next.

“Just hurry home, will you?” he teased playfully, removing his hand and placing it on his knee. She shot him a mock glare and placed her foot on the accelerator, driving faster than she usually did, careful to stay within the speed limit.

A few minutes later, he placed his palm atop her knee and slowly trailed his touch upwards, sliding beneath the bottom half of her dress while moving along the skin of her thigh. Immediately, goosebumps rose upon her flesh, and her whole body trembled violently despite the fact he had yet to reach anything remotely dangerous.

Her breathing quickened as her heart rate increased dramatically, and she sucked in a shaky breath when she noticed he still continued traveling upward until, finally, he halted.

She clenched her teeth when he ran two fingers gently over the area where her thighs met her pelvis, right above where she desperately needed friction.

When she refused to react, he chuckled lowly, leaning forward so that his lips hovered near her ear, then nibbled at the outer shell before whispering huskily. "You know, you look so good wearing this outfit, but I can't wait to tear it off."

They stopped at a red light. She looked over at him, shooting him another warning glare. “Steve,” she said between breaths. Then she realized it was pointless because he was clearly enjoying torturing her.

“Yes?” He asked innocently, arching an eyebrow, although she suspected he knew exactly what she was going to say. In response, her entire being shook with arousal once more as she tightened her grip around the steering wheel, willing the damned traffic light to change soon.

When it did, she pressed her foot down firmly, her car racing down the highway. All she wanted to do was make it home, but he made that impossible.

She’d been so busy staring at the road that she didn’t notice how his fingers slid past the silky fabric of her panties and into the drenched valley between her legs until she heard him growl, satisfied.

His fingertip brushed lightly across her slit before he drew them back out and slipped the digit inside of her aching core. She gasped loudly, losing all concentration on the task at hand.

Instead, she focused solely on the feeling of his fingers circling around her entrance, spreading the moisture from her pussy as far as possible and coating every inch of her cunt until everything burned deliciously with need.

Steve’s voice broke the silence once again. “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon.”

“S-Steve, you’re gonna make me wreck the car,” she whimpered, and she thought to herself, damn the alcohol. He withdrew completely, pressing down on her clitoris hard enough that it caused another wave of intense pleasure to flow through her body.

He remained silent for the rest of the journey back to their apartment. When she finally parked outside of their building, she let out a deep sigh of relief before grabbing hold of the keys and shoving them into her purse.

Her hands shook as she grasped hold of the bag strap and made haste to get out of the vehicle as quickly as she could. As she stepped onto solid ground, he yanked the keys from her hand before locking the car doors.

She spun around to glare at him as he tossed the keys back inside of her bag before throwing it over his shoulder and wrapping an arm tightly around her waist. His other palm grasped firmly onto hers as they hurried up towards the floor of the complex.

Upon reaching their residence, she nearly slammed the door behind them while he leaned against it. She breathed heavily as she watched him remove his suit jacket, folding it neatly before hanging it over the knob of their closet. Then he proceeded to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, removing his belt before slipping off his shoes.

“Never tease me like that again,” she growled before leaning up and kissing him roughly.

A sly smirk formed on his lips, revealing perfect white teeth. “You loved it, sweetheart, don’t try to lie.”

His words elicited a low moan as she tugged him back down for a searing kiss. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck and into his hair, tugging harshly as she dragged her nails down his chest. He shivered against her touch as he kissed along the exposed flesh of her throat.

“I need you. Badly.” His hands gripped at her hips as he stumbled back near the couch. With one swift movement, he sat down, pulling her down on his lap and straddling him.

Y/N whimpered into the kiss while wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning closer to his firm muscles. She felt his bulge brush against her inner thigh, sending shivers down her spine as she ground her body against his groin.

A groan escaped from his lips when she began thrusting her pelvis into his abdomen, causing her wetness to spread against the front of his pants, making him groan louder in frustration. Suddenly, he pulled away, holding her at arm’s length.

She immediately whined loudly, feeling deprived, but when he brought a single finger to trace her lips, she ceased protesting. She glanced at him curiously, noting how his pupils dilated with lust as he stared deeply into her eyes.

Slowly, he moved both hands to rest atop either side of her ass before squeezing firmly. When she gasped in surprise, he grinned devilishly.

“I need you.” Steve whispered, hands trailing up her sides as if he was trying to memorize every curve and dip. He leaned in to suck a mark upon her jawline, licking a stripe down her neck that sent chills racing up and down her body.

He hummed softly into her ear, enjoying the reaction he’d gotten, continuing his exploration, mapping out every inch of bare flesh he could reach, savoring every little moan that came tumbling from her mouth. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, unable to stop the moans erupting from deep within her chest.

Her body seemed to respond on autopilot, arching itself against him in desperate desire, silently begging him. She slowly reached down to unzip his slacks, and he moaned appreciatively, leaning back, watching her movements intently.

He smiled up at her, looking much happier than he should considering how much mead he’d ingested. The expression on his face warmed her heart, making butterflies flutter in her stomach, even though she tried not to let them overwhelm her.

She bit her bottom lip softly as she slowly tugged down his pants, leaving only his boxer shorts. His erection was extremely noticeable under the soft fabric, and she couldn’t resist palming him gently through the thin material.

“Please,” He whined into her ear, bucking his hips upward against her hand. His head tilted backward, and he sighed softly as her fingers dipped below his waistband and began stroking his thick cock.

She couldn’t believe how smooth and soft it felt in her hand, and how hard he really was underneath all that silkiness. His tip leaked pre-cum, which coated her fingers.

She wrapped her hand around the base of him, twisting her fist slightly as she pumped up and down. His breathing grew labored and his chest heaved erratically. “Ugh, baby, I can’t- please..” Steve moaned, his fingers gripping the edge of the couch cushions.

With another stroke, his whole body spasmed, and a small cry escaped his parted lips. His eyes squeezed shut as his face scrunched together, appearing strained. It appeared he struggled to hold himself back, yet she felt his muscles flex involuntarily every time she stroked him just right.

After several strokes, she let go entirely, much to his disappointment, and crawled up closer until her knees pressed against his legs, bringing their bodies flush against one another.

He opened his eyes lazily and gazed at her adoringly before leaning up to kiss her passionately, his tongue plunging into her mouth and exploring eagerly. She moaned into his mouth before she pushed her panties to the side, positioning his cock at her entrance.

She sank down until he bottomed out. They moaned simultaneously as he filled her completely, stretching her tight walls with his girth. She braced herself on his chest, giving herself leverage to rock her body back and forth.

He gripped her thighs, helping to keep her steady as she rode him. The sensation of his hands rubbing against her heated skin excited her. Each stroke sent tingles throughout her entire being, making goosebumps erupt across her arms.

Steve didn’t know if it was still the mead coursing through his veins or if it was her, but he needed this. He needed her. He needed more, and more, than he currently had.

His arms wrapped around her waist, holding onto her like he was clinging for dear life, and maybe he was. He pulled her tightly against himself, burying his face in her neck as he thrust upward, pumping furiously into her. He groaned into her neck as he licked and sucked at her skin.

His body trembled, straining, as he fought back the urge to release too early. He clenched his jaw, concentrating solely on pleasing her instead of focusing solely on his own pleasure. He loved hearing the sounds she made, gasping for air, mumbling incoherent things. “Steve, baby. Come in me. I need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, thrusting his cock hard against her cunt. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her down as he pumped frantically into her wet heat, chasing after her orgasm. He felt it building within her as well. He could tell by the way her breath caught in her throat every time he plunged deeply into her pussy.

The way her back arched perfectly when he brushed along her sensitive spot. She whimpered, crying out in ecstasy as her muscles tightened, milking him for everything he could possibly give her.

And finally, when she threw her head back and screamed out his name, he let himself cum deep inside of her. He shuddered violently against her chest, filling her completely. He grunted as he emptied his load, coating her inner walls. After riding out his climax, they both collapsed onto each other.

Her forehead rested upon his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as he struggled to regain his normal breathing pattern.

She snuggled close, resting her cheek against his strong shoulders as they both basked in their post-orgasm high. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head affectionately.

After a few moments, he spoke, breaking the silence, “I love you.”

The three words held meaning, yet there was something new about them tonight, as if they had transformed somehow, becoming deeper and fuller than they usually did when spoken in everyday conversations.

She lifted her face to look at him, a smile playing across her lips.

He studied her features closely, noticing how hot and sweaty her skin glistened with the aftermath of sex. He admired how beautiful and angelic she appeared lying upon him, looking down at him with such intense love radiating in her eyes. “What?” She asked curiously.

He cupped her cheek and caressed her tenderly. His expression softened into an affectionate grin that warmed her heart. She could hear the fondness in his voice as he uttered, “You are perfect.”

A soft chuckle escaped her mouth before she nuzzled against his palm lovingly. She turned her attention towards their tangled limbs and whispered, “No...not quite perfect...”

His brows knitted together as he furrowed his brows. “I disagree.”

“Hmmm, care to elaborate?”

He pressed a gentle kiss against her brow, then brushed aside stray strands of hair behind her ear. He gazed upon her face, taking in every detail; his hand trailed down her temple.

“Perfect beauty.” He murmured softly as he stroked his fingers along her jawline, causing Y/N to giggle. She kissed him, allowing herself to be lost in the warmth of his embrace. “I think you’re still drunk on Thor’s mead,” she teased, making Steve chuckle.

“Maybe so,” He admitted before lowering his lips to her ear, brushing the lobe between his teeth and sucking lightly. “But you, my gorgeous girl, are most definitely the definition of perfection.” She sighed softly, melting into his touch as he trailed his fingertips across her back, massaging her tense muscles.

“What if I wasn’t perfect?” She mumbled into his shoulder.

His fingers paused as they stroked over the curve of her ass, pausing as he contemplated her question.

Her body tensed as she felt nervousness rise within her, wondering whether or not he’d truly accept her imperfections.

A low rumble of laughter escaped from deep within his belly before he released her from his grasp and sat upright. He took her hand between his own and gazed deeply into her eyes. “If that were true, I’d still love you,” He stated assuredly before he leaned forward, placing a delicate peck against her lips.

“And no amount of liquor would ever change my feelings towards you, Y/N. Because if perfection is unattainable, then I wouldn’t want it. And neither do I need it, because nothing is worth being without you.”

Y/N sniffled, swallowing back tears, fighting desperately to keep her emotions from pouring out.

Steve cupped her cheeks between his palms before he brushed his thumb softly beneath her eye, wiping away stray droplets.

She inhaled deeply and smiled shakily, “I love you so much,” Her voice cracked as she spoke, but he didn’t seem to mind, returning her warm gaze with one of equal affection.

She rested her forehead against his, inhaling his scent and savoring the closeness. The room filled with the aroma of musk and sex, which she found comforting despite the fact that it reminded her how filthy they’d become.

Steve ran his thumb across her lips tenderly before he captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply, tasting her sweetness on his tongue. She moaned softly into his embrace, tangling her fingers in his hair as she pulled him closer, letting him engulf her entirely.

His tongue explored her cavern thoroughly while his hands traveled down her torso, resting at her hips, feeling the outline of her curves beneath her dress.

When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers before whispering hoarsely, “Let’s clean up and get ready for bed.”

She nodded in agreement, and with his help, she managed to stand up on wobbly legs, stumbling towards the bathroom. He chuckled lightly and steadied her, holding her firmly by the waist as he guided her towards their bedroom. She collapsed upon the bed, exhausted, barely registering when he disappeared into the bathroom, returning several minutes later with a damp towel in his hand.

He crawled onto the bed, straddling her body as he wiped away the remnants of their passion.

She lay motionless, allowing him to clean her thoroughly before tossing the towel aside and pulling back the comforter. He scooped her up in his arms and placed her gently under the covers, snuggling beside her.

She gazed up at him adoringly, admiring how his blonde locks fell across his forehead, framing his face perfectly. He smiled sweetly at her before leaning down to kiss her forehead tenderly.

As her eyelids grew heavy and she felt sleep creeping in, she whispered softly, “I love you.”

He smiled back at her, his blue eyes sparkling brightly. “I love you too, baby.” He whispered back, stroking her hair lovingly.

Y/N sighed in contentment as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of Steve’s arms, the feeling of his body pressed against hers, making her feel safe and loved. She smiled softly as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, her heart fluttering with happiness.

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paiirupie · 1 year

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say no more ! i'll continue w the rest tomorrow if i'm able to. it's been a long time since i drew this much haha.

#💌 paii's art #sonic #metal sonic #neo metal sonic #requests.

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reveriesources · 6 months

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hi! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do some Ghostface dividers please? If you can’t that’s totally okay! Thank you🫶🏼

Hi. Thanks for requesting. Here you go:

please like/reblog and credit if you use.

#dividers #aesthetic dividers #divider #divider packs #page dividers #post dividers #text dividers #tumblr dividers #tumblr layouts #ghost face #horror divider #horror dividers #requests.

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elysian-i · 2 years

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Can You write a fluffy smut with draco where reader is been needy since the morning and her boyfriend is busy in quiddith practice. She went to meet him and then draco just fingers her saying how he always have to takes care of her needy angel and just is happy to know how much she trust him and is comfortable enough to open up to him.

hi love! i rlly liked this request and i hope you like what i wrote just as much :))

here you go

#requests.

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batfleckgifs · 2 years

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okay v especific request but can you please make a gif of that one scne in bvs where batfleck comes into the batcave and takes his suit jacket off just before he sits down... the way he looks in that scene is just glorious we're living off of crumbs!

I THINK I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN and i'm pretty sure ive done it before but what's one more?

#Anonymous #inbox.#requests.

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reactivebangtan · 2 years

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REQUEST: ugh I had a dream and I have to rant about this sorry if it bother you but hear me about: you. yoongi. in the studio. 3 am and soft music in the background. both of you are in silence and he is thinking about his past. how miserable and lonely he was. he looks at you with love filled eyes. tears up when you ask about what he’s thinking. god i need a drabble about this I can’t REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: none NOTES: this is so soft and i’m always here for soft yoongi

fingers trace up the inside of his thigh and the smell of your shampoo lingers heavily in the air and the lofi sound of one of his many playlists drifts around the two of you -- he swears he’s never felt more at home, miles away from his city and his childhood home and friends he used to know.

there was a time and a place where he never felt that. never felt quite right, never fit into anything, always struggling to find a place somewhere, anywhere, just so he could breathe. there was a time and a place where everything felt dark and far away and dreams felt more like nightmares -- so, so unreachable. they taunted him. mocked him. it felt a lot like drowning, so far away from shore with no help to call for -- just the waves beating him down and dragging him further into the depths. and sometimes... sometimes, he still felt that way, even with all of their success and triumphs and how every little accomplishment was tangible and right there in front of his eyes. he could still feel the cold water lapping at his ankles and slowly crawling up his legs with a threat of forcing him back under. but, then there’s you. wonderful, beautiful, patient you. you weren’t always capable of bringing him back to shore, but you’d always help him onto the little boat you both shared when times were mutually as rough. you’d sit with him as the back and forth of the waves lulled the boat into a steady drift, whether further into the ocean or closer to the shore and held his hand when all was uncertain. and, of course there were times like this, when you both walked onto the beach together, hand-in-hand, further and further away from the water until it became distant noise and everything was dry and sunny and pleasant. eventually his hand slid over yours, still resting on his thigh, and interlaced his fingers with yours like he did a million times before. your skin on his never lost that soothing calm that just washed over him so blissfully when he could feel you just there, right there, always next to him. the feeling was so overwhelming and yet so soothing all at once, the way the presence of you fills his every sense and coats him in this cushiony warmth, this forever safe caress of the mind that he only ever felt with you. yoongi can’t help himself from lifting his gaze from his computer screen, instinctively searching for the shape of you in the low light of his studio and lingering there even when you don’t immediately return the action. he finds himself wondering how you could possibly not know how beautiful you are... how wonderful, how intuitive, how bright and brilliant and incredible you are, to him. then, you’re turning your head fluidly and catching his eye and he holds your gaze for a moment, two moments, the curiosity building on your features until you’re parting those precious lips of yours. “what is it?” such an innocent question and he knows you have no idea how complex it really is, asking a man like him something like that. he doesn’t answer right away, which prompts another question lilted in confusion. “what are you thinking about?” another innocent question that should prompt a simple answer, but not from yoongi. no, instead he feels that familiar heat behind his eyes and his brows screw together and he suddenly feels every little wall he has left crumbling under your curious eyes. “you know i love you, right?” he asks, and now it’s your turn to furrow your brows and try to formulate an answer that isn’t as simple as it should be. “where is that coming from?” “i just love you. i think about it all the time, but right now i...” trailing off, his gaze softens and he exhales shakily, trying so hard to not break apart and fall into your hands like putty. “i spent so long feeling like i had nothing. i can’t even remember when that feeling started, i just know it was so consuming for so long and how i never felt like it would end. and, i know i have support now... i know i have people who love me and want the best for me, but you...” a pause and his eyes water even more and you squeeze his hand to remind him that you’re there -- and he doesn’t understand how you can make such shaky ground feel so safe. “i know all of it could go away any second. i know i could lose all of that, everything, but i know you’d stay. even if i lost everything, you’d stay and that means more to me than you even realize. i hope you know i’m never leaving you, either. i want you to know you always have me, even if you lose everything or you lose yourself and you’re where i was when we met. you always have me, just like i always have you. don’t forget that. don’t ever forget that.” he can tell you have no idea where this is coming from or why he’s saying this, but instead of questioning him you simply reach forward and caress his cheek and wipe away his tears in that tender, gentle way of yours. “i know,” you say it so easily and it quells the storm behind his eyes in a way no one but you ever could. “and, i love you, too.” and, there it is -- that feeling of home, miles away from his city and his family and all of his friends he’s ever known. there’s the shore and the beach and the ocean growing distant behind the both of you. he loses any sight of that feeling of hopelessness and despair -- he forgets what they even feel like, in that moment, beside you.

#requests.#min yoongi #yoongi x reader #bts reactions #bts drabble #bts x reader #bts reader insert #bts reacts to #this was actually lovely and im sorry it took me so long to get to it omg #i love love love writing yoongi #he's so comforting

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