#this kiss is so awkward but its adorable how he rushes in for it
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Lucifer Morningstar ABC’s (SFW)
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♡ A. Affection ♡
How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?
What doesn’t he do?
Lucifer looks at you with pure adoration. It’s like he wakes up and falls in love with you all over again throughout the day. Gifts, compliments, the kindest words, the cutesy nicknames— He will do anything and everything to show he loves you, but he specifically thrives when you tell him what you want or need from him.
“Luci, could you—“
He’s on it, rushing to your side before you’re finished speaking.
“Yes! Absolutely, of course, anything, what is it my light requires?”
Reward him with praise and a kiss, it’s like he’s back on top of the world
♡ B. Bad Habit ♡
What bad habits do they have?
Lucifer forgets there’s an entire realm that’s under his care, that other people exist outside of whatever project he’s hyper focused on. This takes a massive toll on his relationship with Charlie and, occasionally, you. You, however, live with Lucifer so it makes the patchwork easier.
He struggles to take care of himself and his pride refuses to let anyone help. He’ll work and work and work until he passes out standing up! His stomach will be howling, his eyes drooping, his body aching everywhere but he won’t feel it.
All of that goes hand in hand with how stubborn Luci can be. He won’t cater to his needs so when you barge in to, oh, y’know, keep him alive, he feels incredibly guilty
♡ C. Comfort ♡
Are they a good shoulder to cry on or do they get awkward?
You’ll want or need for nothing with Lucifer. A shoulder is the least he can do for you if you’re upset.
The issue is when he sees your tears, he panics— inwardly. A thousand questions rush through his mind. Are you hurt? He scans for signs of injury as he steps closer. Was someone cruel to you? His demonic features threaten to flare.
You can see the turmoil unfold and dissipate all at once. You need him, so there’s only one question he needs to ask. Slowly, Lucifer reaches up to cradle your face. He wipes away your tears with his thumb
“How can I fix this?”
♡ D. Domestic ♡
Are there plans for the future? Kids, a house, a dog or three?
He has a ring in his pocket at all times, just not the balls to pop the question. Lucifer wants it all, absolutely everything, as long as it’s with you and he’s known it for a long time
♡ E. Energy ♡
Would you have trouble keeping up with them?
Lucifer’s an introvert with an energy scale thats’s broken on both ends. He prefers his down time where he can tinker alone in his office. However, he’s extremely charming and a phenomenal conversationalist. He draws power from crowds and party-like settings, most likely because people are watching in awe of him.
Still, he’d happily choose a mundane dinner with you, Charlie and Vaggie over anything
♡ F. Fear ♡
What are they scared of when it comes to you?
He managed to go on after falling… and after Lilith, but both events took its toll on him. Lucifer doesn’t think he could survive losing you. The thought alone is paralyzing
♡ G. Gentle ♡
How gentle are they?
Painfully gentle when he needs to be but occasionally Lucifer forgets himself. He’s in a constant state of touch deprivation so when he gets desperate for it, he might be a tad overzealous.
Definitely tackled you to the ground in a hug before
♡ H. Honesty ♡
Do they have secrets they hide?
It’s not a secret but he is ashamed to admit he keeps his first wedding ring. He took it off after you two began going steady for a year or so. It felt disingenuous. He would hate to have you thinking he was attempting to make you a stand in for Lilith. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it
♡ I. I love you’s ♡
Who says it first?
It has to be you. Lucifer chokes on the words every time he feels them bubbling up in his chest. Literally, he starts coughing and excuses himself to get water. As adorable as you think it is, you bite the bullet and try to make it as natural as possible.
He was hunched over his desk, intensely focused on design plans an addition to Lu Lu World. You leaned around his chair, set down a warm mug filled with coffee, plant a kiss on his cheek aaaand,
“I’m off, Luci!” You press your lips to his forehead, “Have a nice day, I love you.”
“Aw, I love you too, sweetie!” He replied, not looking up from the papers.
Smiling to yourself, you turned and slowly began making your way to toward the door.
Three… two.. o— CRASH!
Lucifer was in front of you before you could blink with his arms and wings stretched out to stop you from taking another step. His eyes were wild and wide.
“You—You love me?” He sounded breathless.
“Of course I love you, Luci.”
He floundered between cackling and gasping for air for a good minute.
“I-I-I love you too! You know I love you, right?” He stammered out, gesturing between you both, “I love you so fucking much it’s insane!”
The day’s problems and errands are forgotten, lost amongst the hundred-thousand ‘I love you’s said.
“Say it again,” Lucifer asked dreamily, about to fall asleep in your arms that night.
“I love you, Lucifer.”
♡ J. Jealous ♡
Are they jealous? How do they handle it?
There’s an almost nonexistent line Lucifer walks between fine and incandescent demon. He forgot what jealousy felt for a good thousand years before you. Christ on a cracker, he fucking hates it!
He’ll do his very, very, very best not to blow up (metaphorically speaking… but also literally) but he slips, his rage is never aimed at you! It entirely depends on the situation, the person he’s dealing with, if he can get you back into his arms before the flames rise past his throat. Touching you again in some way is like cool relief.
Just hold his hand until you guys get home and he’ll apologize properly. Lucifer feels immensely guilty afterwards, he just can’t stand the idea of losing you
♡ K. Kiss ♡
What kind of kisser? Deep and passionate? Sloppy? Little pecks on the cheek?
Lucifer kisses you like he’ll never see you again. He wants to encase the moment in gold so it can never end, memorizing how your lips feel upon his
♡ L. Listen ♡
Do they hang off your every word or have selective hearing?
As long as you have his attention beforehand, you can rest assured he’s listened to every single word you’ve said. If you try and talk to him while he’s working, he might not realize it and you’ll have to start again
(Be patient with Lucifer. You can see he’s trying so hard to participate in conversations but through reminding himself to pay attention, he gets distracted and lost. He really is trying)
♡ M. Maintenance ♡
Are they high maintenance? Low? Do they need more skincare products than you?
“What can I say? I take pride in everything.”
You snort out a laugh, tousling his hair before leaving the bathroom.
Preens like a bird, always looking so dapper. When Lucifer has the energy to get take the necessary steps he has the works awaiting. Hair product, skincare routine, steam and press his white suit! It doesn’t always get done but he has it! You’ve helped him relearn to be ok with the bare minimum; sometimes brushing his hair and teeth, then putting on clothes is enough.
Extra: Lucifer’s idea for a date night is a spa treatment! Face masks, bubble baths, washing hair, painting nails and silk pajamas
♡ N. Newsworthy ♡
Are they shouting their love from the rooftops?
Considering he’s somewhat a celebrity figure and a recluse, his private life is very much sought after. Lucifer would love nothing more than to soar through the skies of Hell and have it echoing through every dirty alley how much he loves you, how proud he is to be with you!
But he won’t, especially not at first. Lucifer wants to keep you his secret for a while, something for himself. Charlie will be the first to know and everything can spiral from there for all he cares. Before any of that happens, though? Somehow all of Hell can tell
♡ O. Observant ♡
Do they watch you often or spare you glances?
Lucifer could watch you like a television, you’re so enchanting. He notices everything about you and stores the information for the future (as if him knowing you don’t like chives, or something, would ever be useful) Quirks, likes and dislikes, allergies— he knows it all!
Wanna quiz him? C’mon, quiz him! He’s confident he’ll get an A+
♡ P. Protection ♡
Are they overboard or level headed about protecting their loved ones?
Said with nothing but love, Lucifer is extremely overprotective. Without hesitation, he’d dive headfirst into battle, start and end wars for you or Charlie. When he says nothing will never ever ever happen to you, he fucking means it
♡ Q. Quid Pro Quo ♡
Is it 50/50? Give and get?
Yes and no
Is the relationship equal? Yes! If you give Lucifer something (be it affection, a gift, etc) does he feel undeserving and get the overwhelming need to overcompensate? Also yes!
♡ R. Reliable ♡
Can you count on them?
Undoubtedly.
♡ S. Scent ♡
Their perfume/cologne/natural musk
Lucifer has a few colognes that he wears on special occasions; ambery vanilla or vanilla bourbon. His soaps smell like crisp, red apples.
Naturally, he doesn’t smell like anything. He tells you it’s the “charcoal curse”. You wrap your arms around him and say he always smells like home, hoping that will lift his spirits
♡ T. Temper ♡
What is their temper like? Quick to anger? Long fuse? How bad do they lose it?
There’s been instances where there’s little to no build up on Lucifer’s fury but normally, he’s quite patient! Or at least very good at pretending to be unbothered. He doesn’t like losing control of any of his emotions but sometimes it’s inevitable. Scenarios as such usually, if not always, surround you and Charlie and if that happens… there’s destruction to clean up afterwards
♡ U. Unwind ♡
How do they relax?
Unfortunately for you, Lucifer doesn’t quite recall how to relax. Or when he should. Or why he should— hey, why should he?
He doesn’t realize tinkering with his ducks naturally lets off steam. Plus, sometimes he ends up more frustrated with the outcome and the relaxing process of making it was for naught
Toss him in the bath with some bubbles and his favorite ducks. Seriously. Perch outside the tub (or in it if you want!) and watch Luci melt back into the man you love. Call him your little duckling and he’s officially right as rain
♡ V. Value ♡
What’s their love language? What makes them feel special?
Acting • Gift Giving
Receiving • Words of affirmation
♡ W. Waves ♡
What will you two argue most about?
His health or his pessimism. You worry for his mental well being as much as you do his body, he needs to be able to take care of both. Lucifer’s cynical attitude is partly how he feels and partly him trying to convince himself of what he’s saying
The last time he dreamed too big didn’t end well at all but you remind him that shouldn’t stop him from having new dreams, even itty bitty ones! Not to mention his words have an effect on others as well and he forgets that
♡ X. Xylophone ♡
What’s their song?
Icarus - Bastille
Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you
Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus' life, it has only just begun
It's just begun...
Standing on the cliff face, highest fall you'll ever grace
It scares me half to death
Look out to the future, but it tells you nothing
(bonus, From Eden - Hozier, no i don’t give a flying fuck if it’s on the nose)
♡ Y. Yearning ♡
How do they act when separated?
It’s incredibly hard to leave him behind. While he teases he’ll fall apart without you, Lucifer wears a brave face when it actually comes time for you to leave. His smile is tight, brows pinching upwards the farther you get. It’s torture not to reach out and steal you back, deny you from ever leaving him.
He was joking in an entirely serious way. If it wasn’t for your texts (Luci leaps for his phone with every buzz, just in case it’s you) he’d forget… just about everything. Doesn’t matter the time or day unless it’s regarding your returning date
♡ Z. Zzz ♡
Do they sleep a lot? Not enough? Night owl or early bird? Light sleeper or heavy?
The theme of the hour is you could be in store for almost anything!
Ranging anywhere from jumping into bed when you mention getting tired and passing out at his desk at an unholy hour, it really depends on the day and Lucifer’s mood. He could have nightmares and cling to you in his sleep, he could wake up at 3am with a brilliant idea that he just has to get done right then and there, he could stay snoring in your arms! Normally, as long as you don’t get out of bed he’ll stay asleep
Don’t even think about getting up to pee, he’ll illuminate the room with his big and pitiful crimson eyes
“Where’re you goin?” He mumbles, still partly asleep
“Be right back, duckie.”
Your lips linger on his forehead while his eyes droop shut once more. Give it a few seconds then carefully slide out of bed. Just be back before he wakes up!
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#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer morningstar headcanon#lucifer morningstar imagine#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#hazbin hotel headcanon
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luke castellan x fem!reader in the future as parents 🥺
omg i love this idea sm!
word count: 700
pairing: Luke Castellan x reader
warnings: None!
MASTERLIST
-Perfect
Saturday mornings in the Castellan household were hectic to say the least. But that wasn’t surprising, considering the fact you had a house of two kids, a dog, and an adorably idiotic husband.
And while you usually loved it, sometimes it could be pretty exhausting.
“Babe?” You called out, striding through the house, a pram in one hand and a packed lunch in the other.
“Yeah, in here honey!” Luke replied from the living room, laughing slightly at something.
You walked in to see him sat on the couch, bouncing your baby daughter on his knee while the girl laughed with glee.
Normally, you’d sit down beside him to coo at your daughter and all her little facial expressions. But this morning you had things to attend to, such as laundry, taking your son to soccer practice, grocery shopping. You didn’t have time for distractions.
“Did you wake up James this morning?”
“I thought you were doing it, and I was handling Violet?” He replied, perplexed.
“No,” You sighed, exasperated. “That was last week. You’re on wake up duty, remember?”
It was then that it appeared to click in his head, and he quickly returned the girl back to her cot, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before rushing out the room, calling out frantic apologies to you on the way.
You’d been late to James’ soccer practice because of it, and he’s missed out on collecting his player of the match award. He’d been understandably upset, and it had caused some tension in the house for the past week.
You weren’t angry with Luke per se. Irritated was probably more accurate. He’d apologised profusely to both you and James, and the boy had gotten over it when his dad took him out for pancakes the next day.
As for you, he hadn’t yet delivered his grand gesture to atone, so you were still waiting on that. One thing you did love about your husband, is that he always made it up to you, no matter what mistake he made.
And make it up, he did.
The next Saturday you woke up without the usual ring of your alarm, and instead you found yourself waking naturally out of a lazy dream. The morning sun cast its rays over your face, warming you slightly as you smiled, rolling over to face your husband. Except he wasn’t there.
Immediately you were confused, sitting up in bed and glancing at the clock. It was 10 o’clock. You were so late.
You cursed quietly, practically leaping out of bed and pulling on the nearest pair of trousers you could find.
You were in such a frantic state that you didn’t even notice Luke entering the room until he called out to you.
“Honey, please, get back into bed.”
“What! We’re late! Oh god, James is gonna be so upset, he’s missed all of soccer!” You exclaimed, turning to face him, only to see him holding a tray full of food.
“What’s that?”
“Breakfast. Please, just get back in bed, I’ll explain.” He said, a sheepish smile on his face as he herded you back into bed.
You followed, willing to hear him out, especially when he was offering you pastries and coffee.
“Is everything-?”
“It’s all sorted,” He said, cutting you off, “I took James to soccer, and then he’s going to Leon’s for a playdate. I’m really sorry for last week, you let me get away with so much, and you work so hard, so I thought I’d let you have a lie in, and bring you breakfast.”
You were speechless, staring directly into his chocolate brown eyes.
“Are you happy? Sorry for not telling you, I wanted it to be a nice surprise.”
Then you snapped out of your daze, grabbing his face and kissing him hard, before pulling back to giggle at his blushing face. Sometimes he was still like the awkward teen you had met all those years ago.
“It was a great surprise. I really appreciate it.”
You grabbed a croissant from the tray, and quickly began to sate you hunger, grinning the whole time as you tried to figure how you managed to get so lucky to call this man your husband, the father of your children.
It really was perfect.
#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#luke castellan x reader#fanfic#writing#x reader#pjo#pjo x reader#domestic fluff#fluff
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➭kissing headcanons (baldur’s gate)
content: smoochin, slightly suggestive, fluff, astarion, wyll, lae’zel, gale, shadowheart, halsin, karlach
words: 1.3k
oh to kiss these lil guys
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❊ Astarion:
You have your first kiss during yall lil date at the tiefling party. You can't deny the way it takes your breath away, but there's something in the way he does it. The way his lips move and the way his tongue grazes yours, it feels rehearsed. After many dark nights, he perfected the most addicting kiss to lure in prey— he knows what makes people tremble— and he uses it to his advantage. It makes you feel so flustered and desired, and it works as promised, from that point on you're whipped.
But, as your relationship grows, and Astarion becomes more trusting, the kisses are tender. Almost shy. It makes your heart absolutely swell, knowing that he's slowly figuring out what he's ok with. And he always has a furious blush on his face after he places a sweet kiss to your lips. And when he's comfortable, he's giving you kisses every chance he can. Not to seduce you or lure you into vulnerability, but just to kiss you. To be close on his terms. He'll even welcome you initiating, and lovesss a cheek kiss.
❊ Wyll:
(I started writing this before the new kisses dropped andddddd its exactly what I had in mind) Have you ever wanted to kiss a disney prince? Yea yea that's what it's like. It's so romantic every time, his strong arms always wrapped around your waist to hold you close. You very nearly lose yourself every time he kisses you, like ugh he knows exactly what he's doing. Always kissing your knuckles with a bow like a prince, always pulling you in and smiling against your lips. He's definitely the type to make out for hours while you snuggle.
He never does short kisses either. If he gets the opportunity, he's leaving a long, passionate kiss on your lips every single time. It also makes him laugh how the other camp members yell about 'getting a room' or making gagging faces. I could totally see him kissing you during battle, think that one scene in pirates of the caribbean. Ugh he's such a hopeless romantic it's so so hard not to fall in love all over again whenever his lips touch yours. (Also if you kiss His knuckles it makes him blush soooo fucking hard like he's adorable).
❊ Lae'zel:
Very short kisses and never in front of the others. At least at first. When the two of you first start getting close, kisses are somewhat rare, and they're quick little pecks if anything. HOOOOWWWEVER get a little alcohol in her and bring her to a secluded spot? and she's on you like white on rice bitch. Deep passionate kisses with plenty of bites, and her claws digging into your clothes type shit. I feel like once she gets closer and more comfortable she'll give you longer kisses in front of others but they are still pretty rare. Lae'zell likes her privacy and PDA is still pretty much a no no, unless you're in danger if that makes sense. Like if you get into trouble and are badly hurt she'll rush over and tend to your wounds and offer little kisses on your face.
Also if you ever kiss her head she'll just sit there completely shocked for like a minute straight, with that cute lil confused puppy expression. If you try and kiss her nose though? Death LOLLLL.
❊ Gale:
The first kiss with Gale is sweet and only a little awkward. Gale probably says some dumb shit like "Ah, forgive me. It's been more than a while since I've kissed a material being," and it makes you laugh. He's a fast learner though and soon has you swooning over every kiss he has to offer. Loves to laze around in bed with you while he reads so he can leave sweet, almost mindless kisses to your head and cheek. The easiest way to pull that nerd from a book is to lay on his belly and kiss him all over. He might complain at first but if you kiss his neck it's over with. Motherfucker is sooooo ticklish there that it immediately breaks down any resistance. EW and his laugh is so fucking cute, he definitely snorts.
Sometimes his beard hairs tickle you if y'all are like Really kissing and he always feels so bad lmao. Like immediately trimming his shit every time it happens even though you reassure time and time again him that you literally do not care. It's not like you mind the beard burn in other places after all wink wink.
❊ Shadowheart:
She definitely gives the sweetest kisses. You can always tell when she wants a kiss because she'll start smiling and leaning against you. I don't think she would initiate a kiss at first, but they are always welcome. She especially loves forehead kisses or kisses against her hair. Makes her feel like a precious little doll and the blush that comes afterwards is to die for. Kiss the hand that Shar shocks and she'll cry, truly. From anyone else she'd find it almost corny, but she has a soft spot for you hehe.
Also she gets sooo giggly when you kiss attack her, like all over her face, ears, neck. It honestly surprises you the first time it happens, but her laughter is so sweet so you continue to do so (when the moment strikes of course). Whenever she gets more comfortable she might even start initiating kisses by coming up to you and puckering her lips wordlessly. ACK she's so fucking cute I can't.
❊ Halsin:
*trembling* b big daddy halsin... He loves loves loves kisses!! Anytime any place bitch. I don't know why but the voices tell me he likes his ears, and the part of his jaw just below his earlobe, being kissed. He's a big ol boy so it's not often someone can even reach that part of him so it's like extra special.
Definitely the most passionate kisser behind Wyll, but they're nearly neck and neck when it comes to romance. It's something about being wrapped up in his fuckin tree trunk arms that makes you melt into a squishy puddle every time. You're like clay in his hands, and you feel it even more so when he massages you lol. Always leaves kisses (maybe more) on your shoulders and spine when he does. He could get you to do almost anything if he offered you a kiss after. Oh and he also loves when you kiss his nose while he's in his wildshape. Plus who doesn't wanna smooch a real life teddy bear?
❊ Karlach:
The first time you FINALLY get to kiss her, she's honestly terrified and so excited she could totally puke. She just squeezes her eyes shut, bends down a little, and lets you peck her on the lips. The gasp she lets out is so fucking cute!! And she almost immediately scoops you up in a bone-crushing hug and smooshes your lips together. It's not the most elegant or gentle kiss in the world but it's full of passion and love and it makes her so giddy she's shaking. Thank the fucking gods her heart is better because even if you would have been able to touch her at first, her chest would most likely explode from nerves.
Definitely the most needy companion when it comes to kisses, like she needs them constantly. Waking up? Kisses. Going to sleep? Kisses. Before and after a battle? Leaving to pee? Eating dinner? Getting ready in the morning? KISSES!!! If you exist in her space her lips are on you more often than not, but like you can't blame her.
#cant sleep so im back on my headcanon bullshit#baldurs gate#bg3#baldurs gate 3 fluff#baldurs gate headcanons#astarion#wyll ravengard#lae’zel#gale dekarios#shadowheart#halsin#karlach
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PART 2: 🚪 What’s wrong with a little privacy, huh? 🚪
✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader
✎ Genre: Smut
✎ Summary: Your boyfriend takes you out to a nice restaurant, but you end up eating something not on the menu.
✎ CW: Oral sex, hand job, masturbation, kissing, public diddly-dooing, food play
✎ Word count: 2,666 😈
✩ A/N: Part 1: What’s wrong with a little privacy, huh? ✩
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The door swings open slowly, and the waiter appears, balancing a tray of shellfish in his hands. It takes a few seconds to see you, to register what he’s actually looking at: you jumping up out of Chan’s lap to stand next to his chair, face absolutely red as a cherry tomato.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the waiter says, turning his eyes to the floor as he brings the tray to the table.
“No, I’m so sorry. We got carried away… this is entirely our fault I’m so sorry,” you apologize profusely.
Chan can’t speak, nor can he wipe that stupid grin off his stupidly cute face.
“Honestly, ma’am, it’s not the worst thing I’ve walked in on…” the waiter says as he places the tray in the middle of the table. “We made signs in case things like this happen, in case people want to use this room for… more. I’ll put one on the door.”
He nods respectfully and disappears once again, shutting the door behind him. Your eyes meet Chan’s once you’re alone again, and your reactions couldn’t be more different.
While you fight every urge to melt into a puddle, your boyfriend bursts out laughing. The embarrassment you feel is unfortunately nothing compared to the sheer love and adoration you have for this goofy man and his breathy, squeaky laugh.
“We’re gonna get banned, you know,” you scold.
“Naur, he said this happens. We get a sign!” he says cheekily, standing and holding your face in his palms. “Our very own sign, sweetheart.”
“Oh god…” you sigh and bury your face in his chest, hoping if you push hard enough you can just bust through his ribs and live inside his torso and escape this awkward hell.
“Hey… it’s ok,” he comforts you, rubbing the back of your head. “On the bright side, now we can really get into it.”
Your head snaps back up.
“You… you cannot be serious,” you say incredulously.
“What? We have a sign now,” he reasons, rubbing your back. “We have to do something worthy of the sign.”
“You’re absolutely insatiable,” you say, lightly pushing off of his chest to return to your seat.
“Here, allow me,” he says, rushing to the back of your chair to move it closer to the table.
“No, you’re not a gentleman anymore, you can’t fool me.”
Chan places his hands on your shoulders and leans down to put his lips right next to your ear.
“Well, I may not be gentle,” he croons, “but I am your man.”
After the last word, his soft, wet lips meet your cheek and apply gentle pressure before disappearing again so he can rejoin you at the table, like civilized diners. He sits and smiles at you as he unrolls his napkin and turns his attention to the steaming tray of shellfish.
You pick up a clam and use a small fork to loosen it from its shell before sliding it into your mouth, and Chan does the same.
“How is it?” you ask as he chews.
“Really good, needs a little more salt, though,” he answers.
“Agreed,” you echo, reaching for the salt shaker between your plates, but his hand lands there first.
“Hold on,” he says, keeping his long fingers between you and the salt. “I kinda wanna try something.”
“What would that be?”
“How about a… different kind of… sauce?” he says, cheeks reddening more than you’ve ever seen and trying his best to hold back a giggle.
You raise one brow at him, waiting for him to elaborate on whatever ridiculous scheme he’s cooking up, but he just smirks at you.
“I’m not asking the waiter for extra shit after that…” you start.
“…nonono. I mean…” he sighs. “Do you really need me to specify?”
Your unwavering gaze screams yes.
“What if I add… a little taste of… Australia?” he says sheepishly. “You know…”
You completely lose control the moment realization hits, and you can’t contain your laughter.
“Chan… you want to… come in an oyster? Is that what you’re telling me right now?” you ask, barely getting the words out between deep breaths and long chuckles.
His pretty lips turn down into a frown.
“Hey… don’t laugh. I was trying to be… kind of sexy…” he says, voice dropping off at the end.
“Hey, it is. Kind of. It’s also incredibly silly,” you clarify, but one look at his embarrassed expression has you changing your tune.
“But…” you sigh. “I’m down.”
His gaze is still aimed down at his plate, but he perks up a little.
“Really? I mean, I know it’s silly, but…” he pauses and slowly runs his eyes up your chest, your neck, to land on your lips. “It would be kind of hot… watching you eat it…”
His lustful eyes plead with your mouth, like if he just stared enough he could get his come on your tongue. And at that moment, there’s nothing you want more than to give him what he wants.
“Well…” you start, picking up a larger oyster. “You said it needed more salt. Why don’t you help me out, then?”
You extend your arm across the table, offering the shellfish to him. He hesitantly reaches for it, but you can see the smile growing.
“My pleasure,” he finally says with a devilish grin. “Hold on…”
He gently takes the oyster from your hand and floats it over his plate, over the edge of the table, and down into his lap.
You interlace your fingers and place them under your chin, propping yourself up on the table with your elbows. Just watching him.
He fumbles for a bit, then looks back up at you.
“I don’t want to overwhelm your tastebuds, so I’ll start light,” he decides. “Just the appetizer version to sample, yeah?”
You hum in response, hypnotized by the way his shoulders and biceps flex and move. He reaches under the table and squeezes your knee before speaking again.
“Ok, here I go.”
You can’t see his hand work, but you’ve watched him enough to picture exactly what he’s doing out of view.
He’ll tightly grip his cockhead — not wasting time with the touching and teasing you enjoy when you’re at the helm — and he’ll stroke quickly. He’s much more no-nonsense, especially when the events that will follow are even more exciting than the sensation itself.
His bottom lip disappears between his teeth as his forearm moves up and down just enough to lure some of this… sauce… to the surface. But his eyes stay on your face — on your lips — as the rest of him shakes slightly.
“Almost…” he moans softly. “Just need… a little.”
Once he’s gathered an acceptable amount of precum in the shell, he stops and lifts it back above the table, and holds it above his plate. His dark eyes are glued to your lips, and his chest rises and falls gently.
“Well… what are you waiting for?” you ask, hand outstretched across the table. “Give it here.”
He hesitates, just for a second, then drops the oyster in your palm.
“I hope it tastes all right,” he says mischievously.
You lift the shell to your lips and tilt your head back, letting the oyster and the sauce slide onto your tongue. It sits there for a few seconds, the flavors sinking into your tastebuds.
“Sooooo, tell me,” Chan urges. “How is it? Enough salt?”
One eyebrow raises as you purse your lips and stare. Leaving him in suspense for a few more seconds can’t hurt. But then he tilts his head a little to the left and pleads with those pretty eyes, and you know you lost.
“Honestly?” you ask, and he quickly nods. “Not salty enough. I think you can do better.”
One side of his mouth pulls up and reveals that cute dimple. You knew this would get him; he can’t resist a challenge.
“Fine, give me another,” he says, reaching toward the tray, but you grab his wrist before his fingers touch a shell.
“No, let me.”
You slowly push your chair back and slide down, knees softly hitting the floor. Your hands touch the cool tile next as you begin to crawl under the table.
“Maybe we just need a better chef for this…” you purr. “Someone with more… delicate hands.”
Cold fingers surround his warm cock, and you let the rush of blood beneath his skin return your hand to a normal temperature before moving it up and down, up and down.
His head falls back and his big hands grip the armrests as you settle on your knees just in front of his chair. His legs part as wide as the chair will allow for you, for your hand, your lips…
You decide against teasing him more this time and just give him what he wants instead. After all, it’s what you want, too. And judging by the taste of his precum, you’re in for a treat.
One hand works slowly near the base while you close your lips around him. It’s gentle at first, like if you squeeze or suck too hard you might break him. And you’d hate to spill his metaphorical salt and bring on bad luck — the devil may appear over your shoulder, convincing you to do dirty things, evil things. But that does sound like fun…
You suck harder now, hollowing out your cheeks to apply wet pressure on all sides of him. And you take him in so deeply, just a little deeper with each bob of your head. Giving him more of you, more of your throat. But it’s not enough, because his hand is in your hair, pushing you further down into his lap.
“Ohhhhh my god,” he breathes, trying his best to stay relatively quiet. “Jesus christ…”
His fingers interlace with the long strands at the back of your skull, pulling you up and down at a comfortable pace. He’s not worried about speed, he just wants to feel all of you.
He wants to go as far into you as he can — and then some. Feel the pressure from your lips and your cheeks and your tongue and the small gap at the back of your mouth and the tight ridges at the top of your throat. He loves this, and he’s so fucking lucky you don’t have a strong gag reflex.
“Baby doll…” he trails off as he slowly fucks your mouth. “You feel amazing, oh my girl, my beautiful… ohhh…”
His hips slide forward in the chair, and his thighs start to quake. He’s close.
You slide your unoccupied hand over his legs and up between his torso and the table, keeping your palm open like you’re asking him to hand you something. He grabs your hand to hold it, though, and his touch is sweet and wonderful, but it’s not what you need right now.
“What?” he laughs as you shake him off. “What do you need, baby?”
You close your fingers and thumb together and open them slowly, trying to imitate the opening of a shell. He hands you a napkin, and you throw it back on the table. He tries a small plate next, and you do your best to place that one down gently.
“I don’t know what to give you, honey,” he sighs.
You try your best shellfish impression again, and he’s silent for a few seconds, then…
“OH!”
An oyster gently lands in your palm, and you pull it back down under the table. Chan chuckles to himself and you get back to work right as a knock sounds at the door.
“Everything ok in there, sir? Can I get you two anything?” the waiter asks.
“Uh, no, we’re fine! T-thank you!” Chan calls out, his voice surprisingly steady given the circumstance.
Footsteps recede down the hallway, and Chan speaks again in a hushed voice.
“You almost got us in trouble again.”
You pull back from his cock to defend yourself.
“No, that’s you and your big ass mouth,” you tease. “I know I feel amazing, but have some self-control.”
His soft laugh quickly turns into a breathy moan as you take him back into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat a few times before you switch to targeting his most sensitive spots.
One hand grips his base while the other cups his balls, and his hands are gripping the arms of his chair for dear life. Your tongue runs up and down his shaft, breaking the rhythm every now and then to circle his tip or press into his slit.
“Close, b-baby,” he whines. “G-get ready.”
Tongue laid flat across your bottom lip, you press into the underside of his head to wait for your treat. The oyster is nearby, too, ready to catch a little bit for itself.
He doesn’t make it easy, though. Chan comes in strong waves, the first shooting straight back into your throat, the next weakly rolling down your tongue and onto your chest, the third landing safely on the back of your tongue.
You move the oyster into the stream for a second or two, just long enough to get some flavor. The rest is yours to savor on its own.
The bitterness hits your tongue first, but the longer it swirls and lingers on your tastebuds, you get the sweet and tangy notes. You could drink an entire glass of him.
“Fuck…”
You push his chair back and crawl forward enough to stand without hitting your head. His eyes find your face for the first time since you crawled under the table, and his lips pull into a wide smile.
“Oh god,” he giggles. “You look, uh.”
Your hand goes to your hair — the tangled mess that was once your nice date night hair. And you can feel the sticky warmth on your lips, your chin, your chest. You must look ruined.
“Well, let’s see if it was worth it,” you chirp, leaning back to sit on the edge of the table and slip the oyster into your mouth.
Your eyebrows pull down as you assess the flavors. Salty is more than covered this time, and that tangy sweetness complements the shellfish perfectly. It’s surprisingly actually really good. But you can’t let him off that easily.
“Hmmmmm,” you muse, staring up and off into the corner of the room. But you sneak a glance at his face — his sweet, anxious, expectant face — and those warm, loving eyes, and you can feel yourself losing the battle once again.
“Please, how is it?” he asks, almost pleadingly. His chest still rises and falls and his neck glistens with a few drops of sweat in the most beautiful way. Who are you kidding? You can’t resist him.
“Honestly, baby? It’s pretty fucking good,” you admit.
Somehow, his smile gets even wider, and he pulls you into his lap again. His gorgeous eyes stare into yours in the sweetest mix of love and pride as he pulls you close for a gentle kiss. Noses still touching afterward, he speaks.
“You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”
“I thought I already did that,” you quip and reattach your lips.
He smiles into the kiss and tightens his hold around your waist, and then there’s another knock at the door.
“Hello again, just checking in,” the waiter says from the hallway.
Chan looks up at you with nothing but joy and adoration in his eyes when he yells, “Actually, we’re gonna make out for the next half hour, so if you could come back after, that would be great.”
“Of course sir, I’ll set a timer,” the waiter says, and you think you can hear him laugh.
“Guess we have a half hour then,” you tease, physically unable to hold back your smile.
“Better make the most of it,” he replies, pulling you impossibly close for yet another mind-blowing kiss.
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Set a Fire in My Heart
Summary: You live in the same building as Bucky and Sam always teases Bucky about going out with you, little does he know that you have feelings for him, and you end up taking him out to a 40's themed bar.
*Warnings - none, pure fluff, kissing, soft Bucky.
You could hear Bucky and Sam's distinct distinct laughter in the hallway of the apartment building as you neared the front door with your laundry basket. A small smile crept its way to your face as you heard Sam's muffled voice teasing Bucky about something, likely something that happened on a mission. You opened your door clutching the laundry basket against your hip, awkwardly bumping into the frame of the door as you squeezed passed. Bucky's head instantly raised as he noticed your door opening and came rushing to your aid, taking the basket from under your arm, "hey, let me get that" Your eyes met and there was a prolonged silence where the two of you just stared at each other, you were completely lost in his angelic blue eyes and all the breath left your body for a moment in pure bliss. He gave you a subtle smile as his flesh hand grazed over your taking the basket from your grip.
"Are you two gonna talk or just stare at each other like psychopaths?" Sam interjected himself, and you were awakened from your trance like state, you gained your breath back and smiled shaking your head. you hummed to yourself shortly, before greeting the pair "Hi" you smiled, Bucky returned the greeting and Sam nodded towards you silently laughing at how awkward the pair of you were.
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It was no secret to those looking in that you and Bucky were head over heals for each other, which is why Sam could not understand why in the last year Bucky hadn't asked you out on a date. From the first second he saw you stepping out from the moving van carrying a box, he saw a light in his best friends eyes he had never seen before, and it just so happened you were moving in on the same floor just two doors down, Sam thought Bucky had hit the Jackpot. From that point on every time the two of you had seen each other neither one of you could really talk, too caught up in one another's eyes to say anything, which Sam found to be hilarious.
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"How are you? I've not seen you for a while have you guys been on a mission?" you asked genuine concern laced in your voice, Bucky noticed your eyebrows arched with worry ever so slightly which he found adorable. "Yeah I'm good, we have been on a mission across Europe, nothing to major, all is well, how are you though?" - "sure if you call 10 guys in tactical gear trying to assassinate the president of France a 'non major threat' then sure we're all good!" Sam jumped in sarcastically, your eyes bulge and your mouth goes agape. Bucky gives Sam a light slap on his chest with his vibranium limb. "Are you really trying to downplay being a superhero Bucky?" you teased him with a cheeky smile. he goes to reply "I mean-" Sam interjects again "the answer is yes Buck, anyway you got any plans today y/n, or this weekend, or near future?" he hints nudging Bucky who clears his throat and looks to the ground. "no apart from doing my laundry, I actually have some annual leave so I'll just be chilling, hanging out." There was a brief pause where the three of you all looked back and forth between each other. "Umm well I guess I should get on with my laundry then..." Bucky smiles and hands you back your basket as your hands gently outstretch towards him. "It was nice seeing you both, I'm glad your mission went well, I'll see you later" you nod towards both the men giving them one last smile over your shoulder as you head towards the elevator.
as soon as you are out of ear shot Sam hits Bucky's chest, "What the hell man, she just basically begged you to ask her out!" Sam exclaimed arms flailing in the air, a pissed off expression clear on his face. "what no she didn't" Bucky shoots himself down. "Yes she did man! she explicitly told you she doesn't have anything going on for the foreseeable future, if that's not an invitation to ask her out on a date then I don't know what is!" Bucky continued to shake his head and started walking back towards his own apartment.
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It was a few days later and all you had done on your time off was think about Bucky, you had given him so many opportunities to ask you on a date but he seemed to miss every single one. You initially figured it was to do with the fact that he was 106 years old and you were in your mid twenties but you could clearly see that he was attracted to you, from the way he looked at you to the way he acted around you, you had dated your fare share of people to understand what plain attraction looks like, but why wouldn't he ask you out, was he just as frightened of rejection as you? He had fought aliens, and helped saved the world from numerous threats but was too scared to ask out a girl so you thought you would bite the bullet and ask him on a date yourself. simple as that and if he says no, you only ever had to see him in the hallways.
You poured yourself a large glass of wine for liquid luck and downed it, giving yourself a glance over in the mirror, you fixed your hair and made your way into the hallway, taking in a deep breath as you reach his front door, you knock softly on his front door, part of brain praying it was too soft for him to hear to save yourself the pain if he says no, but to your luck, and Bucky's super soldier hearing he opens almost straight away. "Y/n are you okay?" he looks around the hallway to spot if there was any danger, you never knock on his door. "Yes Bucky, I'm good, very good actually, I wanted to ask if you umm... If you would like to go out with me this evening... on a date?" your face was so serious Bucky could not tell if this was a joke that Sam had put you up to. "Are you sure?" Bucky's response made your head tilt, you had never been asked if you were sure you really wanted to go on a date with someone you had asked out, you laughed out loud and shook your head, "I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure" you smile up at him and see a blush rise from his neck up to his cheeks. It was a notion you had never seen from him before but one you would grow to love. "Yes, I would love to go out with you" he responds smiling, blush still very apparent on his cheeks. "Okay great, be ready for 8, I have somewhere in mind, dress smart, I'll see you later" with a rush of confidence you brazenly lean in and plant a kiss on his blushed cheeks which only make them burn hotter, you swiftly turn on your feet and practically run back to your apartment with your heart pounding from your chest. Bucky is just left stood at his door stunned, in disbelief that this is actually happening.
As soon as he steps back inside his apartment he reaches for his phone on the counter to call Sam. He hears the chimes of the phone ringing for a few moments before Sam finally answers "What's up cyborg!" HIs voice booms through the speakers, "You tell me Sam, have you been talking to Y/n over the last few days?" Bucky questions him "Y/n, what would I have to say to her?" "I don't know Sam, maybe encouraging her to ask me on a date?" Bucky sighs hoping his sabotaging thoughts were not a reality. "She asked you out!!! Oh wow, when, how, where, when, why?!" Sam practically screams down the phone, "well I'm trying to figure out the why now Sam, did you or did you not put her up to this?" Bucky burst out his frustration. "Man do you really think I would do that to you, no I did not tell her to ask you out, I've been telling you for months that she's into you too! please tell me you said yes?" there is a pause and Bucky lets out another sigh, this time of relief. "Yeah I said yes, we're going out tonight at 8... I'm sorry I accused you, I uh, just really like her and I'm in my head." he hears Sam chuckle from the other end of the phone "I know man, just promise me you'll have a good time"
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7.59pm
Bucky waited promptly by his door fixing his cufflinks, nervously shaking his legs, he thought about going into the hallway to meet you, or to even knock on your door, but he didn't want to scare you off with his eagerness . The second the clock turned 8pm there was a soft knock on his front door, the truth is you had also been anxiously waiting in the hallway, counting down the minutes to tap on his door. He secretly appreciated your promptness, never much enjoying being later for anything. He opened the door to see you standing there, beautiful as ever he thought, hair cascading down in soft curls, half pinned up at one side with a tortoise patterned clip, a deep purple slip dress with a cowl back, it was simple but elegant you thought. Bucky admired you, his eyes drinking you all in, you just looked at him almost laughing as he continued to eye you up and down, he clearly appreciated the effort you had put in. "Hi" Bucky released a breath he didn't know he was holding as he leaned towards you and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, a smile instant on your face, "shall we head out?" Buck just nods in return and takes your hand.
Bucky is confused when you park your car by a convenience store and exit the car nodding your head excitedly for him to follow, he hears your car lock and thinks you must have to pick something up. You take his flesh hand once more and walk towards the worked behind the cash register, a youngish girl looks up from her phone and smiles at the pair of you. Bucky notices you slip her some money across the counter which he finds strange. he eyes the pair of you confused. "I'm looking for starlight, can you help me please?" Bucky is sure you're attempting to buy drugs for a moment in the most casual way possible and is bewildered by your ballsy attitude. "sure, ice cream freezer at the very back, mind the steps" the worker smiles and nods towards the back of the shop and goes back to scrolling though her phone, Bucky is still in utter confusion at the entire encounter. You squeeze Bucky's hand and give him a "come on" in encouragement, amused by his puzzled face.
You reach the Ice cream freezer door at the back of the shop and open the door towards you to reveal a dimly lit hallway and a set of stairs leading to a basement, you outstretch your hand signalling for Bucky to go first, he steps inside the freezer, which is not a freezer at all and walks down the hallway, you close the door behind you, as the pair of you begin to walk down the stairs the sound of 40's jazz music is muffled behind a door. Bucky's eyes begin to light up, you reach the bottom of the stairs and tap on the door in a certain rhythm and the door is opened for you, revealing a 1940's themed jazz bar, 'The Starlight Speakeasy' You smile as you look up to Bucky, his eyes almost filling with tears as he looks around the room in wonder. He knew these places existed but he never thought they would be this accurate, he felt like he had been transported back home, and he was 24 again off to war.
"Is this okay Bucky? I thought you'd like it, if it's too much we can go somewhere else?" you begin to ramble and he squeezes your hands, bringing them up to his chest, "this is more than perfect, thank you... now let me get you drink" he smiles and practically drags you to the bar. The warm crackle of the music playing through the speakers made you feel fuzzy and made Bucky feel at home, he ordered himself a beer and a glass of wine for you, he knows exactly what your favourite is after helping you carry your shopping up to your apartment many times, which made your heart flutter. "I bet it didn't cost you this much money for a drink back in the day" you laughed he shook his head "you wanna know how much a beer cost back then? not even a dime, like 4,5 cents" your eyes nearly fell out of your head "you're kidding right! that's insane, you must think everyone is trying to rob you with the cost of everything these days" Bucky only laughs and shakes his head. The pair of you find a table and sip your drinks, watching couples dancing, your head sways along to the music, and the pair of you chit chat. Bucky notices you sitting more on the edge of your seat, tapping your feet and he takes his chance, just then one of his favourite songs begins playing ' I don't want to set the world on fire' by the Ink Spots. Bucky stands and places his hand in front of your seated figure. You shyly place your hand in his and follow him to the dance floor.
He pulls you close and you instantly breath him in, he smells of cologne and the bitter beer he has been drinking, his flesh arm wraps around your waist and you hold onto his vibranium hand, you look up at him and see his eyes are closed, he looks peaceful, which is a sight you never want to leave your eyes. Your finger traces his finger to the palm of his hand and back to intertwine your fingers again. He opens his eyes at your touch, "Can you feel that, I read that Vibranium can take in kinetic energy does that mean you can still feel things with your hand?" your eyes met his in genuine wonder "I can, it's to do with the electrodes in my brain, but yeah I can feel things" after hearing this you took his hand and placed it against your cheek and leaned into it as you continued to sway. You could feel his pulse beating fast against your chest, he stroked your cheek and brushed his metal thumb across your soft lips, his hand stopped to softly grip your chin and pushed your head up slightly. Your eyes met briefly glancing between the baby blues and his pink lips, your breath hitched and he leaned it, catching your lips in a kiss. You nuzzled your nose against his after your short kiss before going back for more, his hand slid along your jaw holding just below your ear, his other arm tightening its grip, he opened his mouth encouraging you to deepen the kiss, you could feel his hot breath and the taste of bitter against his tongue as you deepened the kiss further. You wanted this moment to last forever but sadly you had to pull away to breathe. Bucky smiled and placed his hand back against your cheek brushing the blush that had risen.
"you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that" Bucky sighs out leaning his head down atop of yours. "oh believe me, I do" you giggle. The pair of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, continuing to dance, kiss, drink and talk the night away, it was the happiest Bucky had been for a very long time.
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KISS MY BLOODIED LIPS.
— pairing ; kaneki ken x human!gn!reader
— summary ; you never expected to kiss one of the hated humanoid monsters, yet here you were. or: first kiss with him.
— cw ; don't worry he doesn't actually have blood on his lips, fluff, awkward first kiss, slight making out? est. relationship
only god knew why and how you ended up in a dark alley behind anteiku, but you were there and something was about to happen. you weren't dense, you could feel it in the way kaneki was looking at you – or rather, the way his gaze had dropped down to your lips more than once already. a gesture you reciprocated eagerly, until at some point you were just awkwardly staring at each other's lips.
you didn't know how to go from there, as you never kissed someone before. you weren't one to put much thought into what your first kiss would be like, but you always assumed it would be with a human. yet here you were, cornered by the ghoul you grew to adore.
no, kaneki didn't verbally tell you he wanted to kiss you, but you weren't oblivious; there was only one possible outcome to the position you were currently in, and you were afloat on the tight atmosphere. you couldn't wait, although you were incredibly nervous just as much.
"i-is this okay?" the half-ghoul asked, bringing up his hand to cup your cheek. kaneki gazed at you full of worry, as if one wrong move would break the spell and scare you away.
"mhm," you hummed, tilting your head to lean into his light touch a little more. you offered him an awkward smile, not knowing what else to say.
"i never did this before," kaneki confessed. "i guess i'm afraid of messing up, afraid of losing control, i don't know, i just–"
"only one way to find out, right?" you shrugged, trying to come off calm and collected. but your voice was a little shaky and uneven, giving away how nerves got a tight grip on you.
the boy with hair as pale as the moon visibly gulped, but something in his gaze hardened resolutely. it was as if he made up his mind, bringing up his other hand to cup your face completely and tilting your head to his favor. all physical distance was slowly being eliminated, the heavy anticipation palpable in the air between you. kaneki moved closer to you, barely daring to breathe as his eyes fluttered closed. you shuddered when his lips ghosted over yours, a fleeting touch that made both your breath hitch in your throat.
but the ghoul hesitated, froze in his movements, even drew back a little as his eyes opened anxiously. he was nervous, and it wasn't hard to figure out what was on his mind. after all, behind his soft lips rested the teeth of a deadly predator, and right now the hunter brought its teeth close to its prey.
"we can wait if it doesn't feel okay yet," you reassured him as fear rose in his grey eyes. "we don't have to do it right now, there's no rush."
"no, i want this," kaneki sputtered, a slight frown falling upon his features. "i'm just afraid of hurting you, one way or another."
"i trust you," you solemnly told him.
"you shouldn't," the ghoul shook his head.
"but i do," you countered. "kiss me, ken."
kaneki sighed, muttering something under his breath before he finally gave in. the final distance that separated you was eliminated as his lips met yours – tentative, brief, lingering for but a second before he pulled back. he watched you, and as you showed no signs of dismay he dove right back in. this time he kissed you with more fervor, more courage, his lips moving against yours in a somewhat uncoordinated rhythm.
but god, you were enjoying it. your hands found his sweater, fingers clawing at the soft fabric to pull him even closer to you. he was being careful, he was holding back, you could feel it. but you weren't going to ask for more – not now. you were beyond happy with what he was giving you already.
when he pulled back, he was panting lightly – and so were you. kaneki looked at you, grey eyes full of adoration. you couldn't help but break into a full smile, looping your arms around his neck and hugging him close. the half-ghoul was quick to reciprocate the gesture, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head as he held you lovingly.
"see? i can trust you," you giggled lightly, resting your cheek against his shoulder as you clung to him.
"just not too much, okay?" kaneki muttered, his breath rustling your hair. "i'm a monster, and as much as i love you, you'll never know when i mess up."
it was a peculiar love story the two of you had. humans were supposed to despise ghouls, their only enemy. and yet you fought through the natural boundaries, getting too infatuated with one of the hated humanoids and erasing the line that naturally stood between the hunter and their prey.
but it was okay. maybe kaneki didn't trust himself, but you did. and you knew you wouldn't regret it, ever. after all, love was stronger than his hunger, right?
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help i never write kiss scenes this was a struggle and i hope it's not a pain to read ><
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everything to you (AL12 x reader)
everything to you (AL12 x reader)
series masterlist || previous part
you speak up.
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pairing: arthur leclerc x reader | (ex) charles leclerc x reader
w/c: 1209
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a/n: actual season closer (not really). sorry if its anti-climactic or feels rushed.
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A few months pass like a blur, everything happening being too insignificant. Other than you slowly realising you’re getting over Charles, blocking him on your social media and throwing out the bag of his photos.
You also realise you’re growing closer to Arthur, and definitely more fond of him.
You also know dating Arthur would be a huge risk, since that would mean having to see Charles again, which isn’t the most ideal situation you want to be in.
It was one of those days where Arthur and you planned to go out. He brings you out occasionally, for the fun of it, and in the hopes you get over Charles. You got over Charles long ago, but you still want to go out with Arthur.
Arthur and you walk into the arcade.
“I loved this place as a kid.” You say.
He chuckles and agrees with you.
You smile back. Well you’ve definitely been smiling more, there’s been more laughter too.
You two have a blast playing in the arcade, you also catch yourself staring for a bit too long at Arthur sometimes. You snap out of it quick enough.
He’s definitely a lot better than you at these arcade games, which would usually piss you off but not with Arthur, who could get mad at Arthur? That’s what you told yourself at least.
“I’m so much better than you.” Arthur playfully scoffs.
“Okay. I get it. I suck.” You pout.
“Hey! I didn’t mean it like that!” He places heavy emphasis on ‘that’.
“Sure you didn’t!” You scoff.
“I did not.”
“Sure.”
“Really!”
“Mhm.”
“You’re making me look like a villain.”
“You are.”
“Shut up.”
Both of you have a lot more fun (a lot), you don’t think it could get better than this. You don’t think you’ve had a better relationship with anyone than with Arthur. You love it so much. You feel so treasured and respected.
A few hours pass and it’s 7pm by now, you two lost track of time a few hours ago but who cares.
Arthur’s hand is over your shoulder as both of you walk back to where his car is parked.
It takes you a few seconds too late to realise you have been staring into his eyes and how the setting sun made them glow.
He teases, “Are my eyes pretty?”
You would string together some bullshit answer with more banter inside but something different takes over this time.
“Yea.” You say, the words lacking any form of playfulness.
Arthur smiles, unsure of how to respond, “Really?”
“Yes.” You say. You feel a blush creep up your face.
You sigh, “This sucks. I don’t know what I’m feeling.”
“Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with Charles again.” Arthur scoffs.
You chuckle. It’s almost adorable being this oblivious.
“No idiot.” You sigh.
“Then what?” He’s still pretty oblivious.
“It’s you. I’m falling in love… with you.” You admit, holding your breath as you await his response.
“Oh.” Arthur gets the hit of realisation, “That’s cool.”
That’s it?
“Right.” You reply.
The silence between you two gets more awkward as both of you get into the car. The tension in the car can be sliced with a knife.
He buckles his seatbelt and something takes over you. You can’t hide this anymore.
You lean over to his side of the car and plant a kiss on his cheek. Arthur, to your extreme surprise, does not flinch.
His face just blushes slightly pink.
“Don’t just do that.” He says as he starts the car.
What?
Now it felt like you were the oblivious one.
“Just because you said you love me.” He chuckles.
You’re very confused but you let out a soft chuckle.
“Sorry. Just felt right… I guess. Hope it wasn’t awkward or anything. I just-” You ramble.
“It’s alright.” He says and smiles at you.
You give him a blank stare back and he lets out soft laughs.
He leans over to you and plants a kiss on your forehead which makes your face turn extremely red.
“So… does that answer it?” He teases again.
“Yea… hell yea.” You say.
“I love you.” He says to you.
“Love you too.” You say back.
Goddammit.
You fell in love again.
You felt like kicking your feet and giggling endlessly, but of course you kept it all in.
He leads you into his apartment, which is where you decided to stay that night.
You sit on his couch, he sits next to you and lays his head on your shoulder. Both of you are sitting in silence.
“It’s been hard. Right.” You confess.
“Mhm. It has.” He smiles at you.
“It’s been forever I think, since I saw you maybe.” You confess more.
“No way.” He drags the words, “I fell in love when you trusted me enough to talk to me about Charles.”
“Weird but okay.” You joke.
“Don’t be like that.”
“Sorry.” You smile, “I love you… since… I don’t know, when I trusted you enough to tell you about Charles.”
His smile grows wider and that gives you butterflies in your stomach. They flap and flutter around, you struggle to contain your feelings.
The blush freely flows up into your face and Arthur leans in to kiss you, not a small peck, a full on kiss. A perfect full on kiss.
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It is finally time to meet Arthur’s family… again. He holds your arm and walks with you into the family function.
To absolutely no one’s surprise, the first person you run into is Charles. He sits at the other side of the table, taking shots from a glass when he notices you. He gives you a glance and a slight nod.
You take a deep breath and nod back.
His stare means a lot. You recognise that gaze, the one that told you he fell in love with you and the one which tells you that he’s still in love with you.
But you know you’re done with him and he knows that too, so he’ll keep his distance from you.
You and Arthur meet the rest of the family… well most of them already know you so there’s not much to introduce.
Both of you sit on a bench outside on the balcony.
“I love you.” He says.
“I love you too.” You say back before leaning in ever so slightly and kissing him on the lips.
He kisses back.
You knew love would disappear within weeks, like a moment in time or gone with the wind. You also knew Arthur was different, because he loved you for who you were, not for anything else.
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Everything started falling apart when Charles changed, becoming some cold and distant boyfriend.
Everything fell apart when Arthur talked to you about your problems.
Everything was gone when Charles walked out, leaving a giant hole in your heart.
You found someone left for you when no one else was, that was Arthur.
Everything became new again when Arthur made you feel a new sense of comfort.
Arthur became everything to you when you fell in love with him.
Now you don’t have to change anything about yourself to be with Arthur.
He was your everything, and you would never lose him.
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Oooo can we get a part 4 of (c)Rush where oc goes into her heat and decides if she wants jk there to help?!
I love how she just admitted she loved him too after telling him she will tell him soon. So ADORABLE!
Sfw, but suggestive topics ahead. Series Masterlist
Some days, calls and many texts later, Jungkook is now in your apartment again with glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, a bag filled with what you assume must be his clothes and other things he deems necessary standing in your bedroom. You've confessed to him that up until now, you've always just 'sat it out' until it was over, and you've even told him that you've never really.. well, nested on your own.
What would've been the point of it anyways? You'd wanted to be more independent and grown up, not revert back into puppyhood just because of your heat.
"I've brought some stuff I think you might like- but right now let's eat something first, hm?" He asks, as you just quietly cling to his side, arms around him as you run your cheek against his shirt. It smells good, like faint flowery laundry detergent and him- but not like you, and you can't let that be as his now girlfriend.
It's still odd to even think of you both as something like that. But it's a good 'odd'.
"Puppy, I can't make anything like this." He chuckles, kissing your head. "How about you go to your bedroom and open that red bag I have left there on your bed?" He wonders, but you shake your head. "You're not curious what I brought you?" He tries again, and now, you still and look up at him. "I'll be here when you come back, promise." He reassures, and slowly you leave him to satiate your curiosity.
The bag is filled to the brim with things.
It's a shirt he's clearly worn, smelling entirely of him and nothing else. There's a plush toy of a.. wolf? Dog? It's a little hard to tell, but once you take it out, you notice it's weight, the same as the blanket you try and get out. It's comfort items for canine hybrids. You've seen them a lot, you've contemplated of maybe getting some in the future- but now they're here. He's gifted them to you.
And while all these things are innocent enough, you can't help but glance down to his now opened bag of clothes and other stuff. You can spot his toothbrush, a half-empty bottle of face wash, a pair of socks and..
'Hybrid-safe water based lubri-'
You don't read any further, cheeks red as you realize that yes, that's also going to happen. It's not like you don't know how this works, how sex itself works, but still. You've almost had it a few years back, but you've never seen it through because it was just too awkward. What if that happens now, too?
Will that be a deal breaker for him if you're not... good at that?
"Puppy?" Jungkook calls out after a while, smell of something cooking and faint sound of a sizzling pan accompanying him as he walks into the bedroom, opening the door wider. "Do you like them? The blanket is originally mine, but you can have it, no worries." He explains with a wagging tail, walking closer. "Everything okay?"
"Hmhm.." you nod, though he did notice where your eyes had been staring at when he came into the room, and one glance tells him what you must've spotted. Now it's his turn to be a bit shy about things as he rubs his neck.
"Ah that- I, you know, I brought it because I'm a bit.. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, you know? We don't have to go that far though, just so you know-"
"No, I want to." You say almost determined before you look at him. "I just.. might suck at it." You complain quietly, and he breaks out in a short laugh.
"I mean I won't complain if you suck-"
"JUNGKOOK!" You yell with laughter, hitting him with a nearby pillow.
And in a way, you're not scared of what's to come at all anymore, as long as its with him.
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Writing Request : Hello!!! I absolutely love your fan-fics, you're such a good writer ♡. I was wondering if you could do an imagine for Daryl! Him and the reader (she/her pronouns) just started dated and are a little awkward but eventually start cuddling! I just thought it would be cute and you'd be the perfect person to write it. Have a good day or night! 😊❤️
To whoever you are, I absolutely adore you 🥰, thank you so much for enjoying my writing. Sorry it took me so long to post. I made this post just some pure fluff with Daryl for those who need it.
New To This (Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader)
Summary: You and Daryl had recently started dating. You always had feelings for each other but you now both had a safe place to settle down. Your new home, the Prison. It was finally time to take it easy and be together.
Word Count: 1,269
Pairing: Soft!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none, purely tooth rotting fluff
Your POV:
You where all exhausted from being on the road. It wasn't safe for any of you. Constantly having to fight off walkers. Looking out for each other. Sleeping on the hard forest floor. It would be good to have a place with 4 walls and a bed. When Rick and Daryl told you all about the Prison, you felt relief wash over you.
A home. A place where you all could be safe. After several days of clearing out the Prison, it was finally time to settle in. Maybe with a certain archer? Smiling to yourself, your made your way up the steps. Finding Daryl moving things around.
“Hey” You spoke softly walking up towards him. Daryl smiled at you, “Hey there Sunshine” He responded back still moving the furniture around. You started to help him, it was nice to see him doing something so mundane. Maybe you two would be doing something like this when the world was normal. Moving into a apartment together, you almost laughed to yourself. That doesn't exist anymore.
You and Daryl where together, but it was new. For the both of you. It felt nice to have someone but it was still in its awkward stage. Once you finished moving things around to Daryl's liking. You turned towards him, “So I was curious about something..” You said feeling a little nervous to ask. Daryl noticed the way you fidgeted with your hands. He came closer to you and took your hands in his.
“Ya know you can ask me anythin” He said softly to you, making the nerves wash away from your body. You smiled softly, rubbing your thumb against his knuckles. “Do you want to me to stay in here with you? You don't have to if you don't feel ready! I don't want to rush you into anything” You said shyly, you knew Daryl took time to warm up to people. You cared about him deeply. Never wanting him to feel rushed or pressured into anything.
Daryl's smile grew wider. He loved how much you cared for him. He thought it was sweet. “Are you sayin, you wanna move in with me sweetheart?” Daryl said chuckling to himself as he looked at you. You laughed a long with him, moving closer to wrap your arms around his neck. His arms wrapping around your waist. “Yes, I want to move in here with you” You said softly, brushing his hair back from his face.
“Then go get your things, we can be all cozy” Daryl teased you, kissing your cheek softly. You felt your heart swell with warmth. No more cold nights, no more hard forest floors. Not having to worry about your family getting hurt, or about the man you loved infront of you. You let go of Daryl and rushed back down stairs to grab your pack.
You where so happy, everything was going right for once. The start of some happy memories where going to be here. You just knew it. You grabbed your pack and extra blanket. You noticed Maggie and her sister Beth looking at you strangely. “Someone's exited about somethin” Maggie said with a smirk on her face. Beth just had a big grin, happy seeing the two people she wanted to be together happy.
“Just moving my things into Daryl's cell” You said with a smile on your face. Making your way back up the stairs. You felt giddy about all this. You walked back to the cell and saw Daryl sitting on the bottom bunk. The bed look made and comfy. You thought it was sweet, Daryl trying to make your now shared space looked nice. You leaned down and kissed his forehead. Daryl looked so bashful, his cheeks tinted red and a giddy smile on his face.
Setting your pack down on the floor, Daryl grabbed the extra blanket and placed it on the top bunk. He already placed the pillows together on the bottom bunk. Making your heart flutter just a little. You didn't think Daryl would want to sleep with you yet. Knowing you were both taking things slow. But it made you happy, seeing him become more comfortable with you. You opened your pack and went through your things. Putting each thing away. Until you found the little trinket Daryl got you.
It was a small ceramic bear with a sun on its belly. Someone had must of loved this dearly, with how well the condition it was in. Daryl glanced down at you, seeing the trinket in your hands. “You kept it?” He asked softly, kind of surprised you still had it. You looked up at him, smiling. “Of course I kept it, you gave it to me” You said placing the trinket in his hands. Daryl smiled softly at you, “Do you wanna know why?” He asked you, looking at the trinket in his hands. You didn't know he gave it to you for a reason, the first time he gave it to you. He told you that it was just something he thought you would like.
“When I found it on that run, it was hidden in this dresser” Daryl started explaining to you, “Wrapped in a velvet bag with all these photos of a couple. A man and his wife. They seemed really happy together, it reminded me of how I felt when I was around you” He continued as he set he little bear on the dresser you had put in earlier. “Like I'm surrounded by this constant warmth, whenever you where with me” He finished as he sat down next to you.
You where star struck, listening to him tell the story behind the little trinket. “Is that why you always call me Sunshine?” You asked with a smile on your face. Taking his hand into your own. Daryl bashfully nodded as he leaned into you, laying his head on your shoulder. It made you giggle, feeling his hair tickle your shoulder.
As the day grew longer, you felt yourself become tired. Feeling the ache in your body become more aware to you. You yawned softly and laid your head on top of Daryl's. “Tired, sweetheart?” Daryl asked you. You nodded as you lifted your headed off of his. Wanting to get comfortable. Daryl got the hint and moved over, letting go of your hand. You moved over and laid down on the inside of the bunk. Watching Daryl lay down beside you, resting his hands behind his head.
You laid on your side, facing Daryl. You missed the feeling on his warmth next to you. You moved over a little, wanting to be closer to him. Daryl noticed and looked over at you. Smiling, he moved his arm and pulled you close to him. You both laid next to each other before. But you didn't cuddle, just held hands with everyone else around. But now that you had a private place of your own. Daryl felt more comfortable.
You cuddled up to Daryl, laying your head on his shoulder. Feeling your body relax, knowing that the person you loved was safe and sound right next to you.
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Moonlight
Character: Felix
Show : Love, Victor
Warning : Its supposed to be cute but sorry if it came out cringy 😭
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The moon shined above as you walked Felix back to his apartment building. You both decided to take the rather long way since you didn’t mind each other’s presence. “So you and Victor? You guys have been getting pretty close lately.” You nudged. “Yeah, we have but we don’t see each other like that. At least I don’t think?” He questions. You laughed at his utter stupidity. “Felix I’m just kidding. If Victor liked you I’m sure he would���ve kissed you on the faris wheel by now.” Felix laughed at the obvious tease. “Stop asshole, that’s my friend you’re talking about. So what if the whole thing was kinda rom-com-ish” He playfully hits your arm smiling. As if on queue, silence fell between the two of you again.
As you walk the sidewalk you notice the slight shiver Felix tried to ignore. “You cold?” You asked the fluffy-haired boy. “Yeah, I’m fine just a tad bit chilled.” He smiled shaking a little. “Felix, here. You’re gonna freeze out here love.” You commented, quickly taking off your jacket to put it on him. The jacket fitted him loosely and oversized but neither of you mind, you found him fairly adorable in bigger clothes, specifically yours. Felix was too stunned to even react, ‘love’. Words like that were commonly used by you regularly. ‘Babes, you’re embarrassing yourself.’ , ‘no love.’ Felix had gotten pretty comfortable with the words of affection but this time it felt different. This time his heart jumped out of his chest, his palms were starting to sweat, and he couldn’t control the urge to hold back his toothy smile.
“Thank you [Name].” Felix smiled, praying that the oversized fabric covered most of his blushing face. The attempt was cute but you could still see the heat starting to spread across his cheeks. However, you chose to ignore it for his sake. “So, how’s your mom?” You were questioning if you should ask or not but chose to ask. “She’s good, she decided to take her depression more seriously and just checked into a hospital. So, I should get to see her in about a month or two, depending on her progress.” You were beyond happy with the news. You and Felix were childhood best friends, you knew Felix’s mom way before the depression, even before his father’s death. So to hear that his mother was finally getting the help she not only needed but deserved was amazing. “Felix that’s fucking amazing.” Felix nodded. “Yeah, it is.”
10 minutes later you found yourselves in front of Felix’s apartment building, grinning awkwardly at each other. “I hope you had fun tonight, I had to fight a very aggressive old man for those tickets.” Felix laughed, genuinely intrigued about the situation. “I did! I’m happy all your hard work wasn’t in vain.”
“Well, I’m happy you had fun.” You smiled. This was always the awkward part, the departure. “Well, I guess I should get inside now. Here’s your coat.” Felix was in the process of taking his coat off but you chose to stop him. “Keep it, you look cuter in it than me.” Felix blushed at the statement. The moon’s light illuminated your eyes, making most of your small features stand out. For example, your lips. He really couldn’t stop looking at your lips and how amazing it’ll be to kiss them. Meanwhile, you were having the same thought. Felix looked stunning in the light, his eyes met yours and you could tell both of you were sharing the same thought.
Your hand found its way to the side of his face pulling him closer until your lips finna let his. They move perfectly together as if they were made for this. As the kiss deepened, you pulled away. “You’re a really good kisser.” Felix smiled still hypnotized by the taste of your lips on his. “You’re the one to talk.” You both laughed. Felix pulled out his keys and rushed up the outdoor steps as you watched. “You coming in or what?” He giggled to which you quickly caught on and ran after him
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title:valentine
genre:fluff
synopsis: with your awkward personality that has never experienced love before, your boy bestfriend (that you have a mini crush on) asks if you can go to the cinemas with him on valentines day! is it a date tho???
note: my grammar still sucks but still!! this is for my fellow awkward girlyss 🫶🫶 btw you guys are in college!
playing: valentine by laufey
you’ve always rejected affection. not on purpose but you just can’t get yourself to interact with men. whenever you try to do so, you always end up being a stuttering mess and run away! its like you were never made for romance.
so your only guy friend is jay. your best friend since you were babies. he always defended you when you were bullied,always had your back, and was the only one who can make you laugh until you lose breath. you always tell each other your secrets expect your keeping one from him.
you’ve liked him since middle school. can you blame yourself tho? he’s perfect. his personality,his humor,his talents,his music taste, and his looks,and the little cut scar on his lower middle lip that you kinda (really) wanna kiss.
once you get out of your thoughts, you saw jay running towards you.
“hey shorty! wanna go to the movies with me?”
“sure! what time?”
“i’ll pick you up at 4pm?”
“sure jayjay.”
as you watched him running to his next class, you realize what day it is. february 14th, valentines day.
its not a big deal tho right? maybe he just wanted to go to the cinemas with you on a random wednesday! its not like he’s taking you on a date.. is he?? i wish he was..
time skip!!
as i put on my cutest casual outfit, and did my hair, i saw jay outside my window waving!
once i step outside my apartment and see jay, he suddenly said “woah..”
“why? do i look bad?”
a million thoughts rushing through my head.
“no! its not that its just… nothing.” jay said
nothing?? hmm i’ll just shrug it off.
when we finally arrive at the cinema and get some food and sit down, the movie finally starts!
as the movie begins, the hero is doing some random combat with the villain and other stuff.. but oh no! the hero got stabbed! is he okay?? but as the hero winces in pain the love interest is healing him!
some other stuff happens and the hero and love interest kiss! wish that happened with us..
as i get another hand of popcorn from our shared cup, our hands suddenly touch.
my heart completely stops as jay watched me with shocked eyes and flushed cheeks. as i let out a cough and immediately jump back to the screen, my whole face turns hot. gosh what was that?
finally, after the movie ended, me and jay decides to go to a nearby park.
“y/n? can i tell you something?..”
“mhm.. what is it?”
“uhmm.. uhh.. i like you.”
what? is this a dream?
“i adore how awkward you are,your habits,your silly jokes,how you always comfort me when i have a bad day,and your beautiful eyes.”
“its fine if you just wanna stay as friends, but you deserve to know how beautiful you are to m-“
i kissed him.
i don’t know why but i just did.
as i put my arms around his neck, he wraps his hands around my waist as the kiss got deeper.
i blinked and suddenly i have a valentine.
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Doodle (part 1?)
Pairing: Haechan x reader
Word count: 1417
Genre: fluff, attempted and horribly failed comedy
Warnings: swearing, cringe and theres no kiss in this part </3 let me know if i missed any!
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A light hits my face, making me immediately move my tired arm to my face, hoping to block the horrid light from my eyes for the hope of at least getting a few more seconds of sleep.
Well that’s what I was at least hoping for before a loud voice had to interrupt me, which of course belonged to lee donghyuck, who, was also my longterm friend since middle school when we met through an awkward encounter of when my boyfriend of 2 months broke up with me, 13 year old me was obviously heartbroken and what made it even worse was hyucks loud ass laugh that could be heard from across the globe. We somehow became friends shortly after, which made me become bewitched under his charm and somehow gain a life long crush on him.
Resuming to the current situation in our 3rd year of college, here I am trying to ignore his desperate whines to get me up, there was a reason i decided to not get a roommate but if a knew hyuck would technically be the same thing then maybe i would’ve opted for the roommate option earlier on.
“wake up” haechan screams into my ear for about the millionth time making me inch one bit closer to slapping the shit out of him
“Lee donghyuck will you please just shut the fuck up, its saturday for gods damn sake.” The annoyance evident in my voice
“but you promised to take me to the new cat cafe” the grown ass man whines
“Do I fucking look like your sugar mommy to you?” istg if he says yes ill slap him
“youre not but, I am willing to take the offer just incase” that’s when I slap him for real making him let out an exaggerated yelp
“thats it. Ask one of your other hoes, im not taking you anymore”
Sadly, it seemed to not work as here I am walking with this absolute man-child to a cat cafe, once we arrived there I (obviously) firstly looked at the exterior, it was a cute little pink and off white cafe with a rusty pink chalkboard sitting outside for todays menu, a few white tables and seats with some flowers on each table to decorate it,
“It’s so cute” I squealed
“I told you it would be nice” hyuck replies but I just ignore him.
As we go in there were a few people already sitting there, eating a pastry or drinking something with adorable cats on their laps. We walked to a table by a window and grabbed the menus, taking a look at them before a waiter comes
“Hello, have you already decided on what to order yet?” She asks,
“Just a few more minutes please” I reply before she says something again
“Ok, also you too are a very cute and good-looking couple” she smiles not knowing of my mini heart attack that I’m having right now,
“Oh, we’re not a-” I answer back in shock before being interrupted by hyuck
“Oh god, she’s like a sister to me” he says in a (fake but i’m to dumb to realize) disgusted tone which, to be honest, it hurt quite a bit but I brushed it off, there’s no way I could still have a crush on him after all this time, right?
“My apologies” she smiles back before leaving.
“Well, have you decided on what to eat yet?” I ask trying to brush off the heartbreak and embarrassment rushing through my body at that second
***** (Time skip cuz Im not gonna put that much detail into that one scene)
It’s Monday (sadly) and I’m being dragged from my beloved bed by haechan as usual, earlier then usual to class,he wanted to ‘be early’ though I know it was probably to chose who would be his new girlfriend (It’s taking me a lot to hold back from slapping him and telling him I’m right here) because it’s apparently been way to long since he’s had a girlfriend (literally like 9 months).
“You know you could’ve just went alone without me” I whine
“I might look weird if I go alone won’t it look weird when I go alone and just look at other girls”
“No it would make me look like a creep”
“Do you know how many people think we are dating? Like 5 million, I think you would rather want to be a creep then a cheater to people who don’t know us”
“Now that you say that, you’re sadly correct? Y’know what, leave I’ll do this myself” He replies while trying to push me the other way
“Can you stop pushing me you shithead? Just in case you forgot we have the same class!”
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“Can you please stop hitting me!” I complain to Haechan who’s been hitting me for almost the whole lesson
“I’m bored”
“And I’m trying to learn, so please for the sake of others and me would you please stop”
“How would it hurt others?” He says in a blunt voice
“How am I gonna support my future family because I’m getting rejected at every job because I didn’t pay attention during class?”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to support us”
What the actual fuck. “Lee Donghyuck.”
“Not the government name. Scary.” He says in a ‘scared’ tone yet I could hear the smirk on his face.
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I don’t know why I even chose to accept to go to a party with hyuck but here I am walking with him to the party
“Why did we have to walk?” Haechan whines
“Because you need to get up and walk, exercise is important”
“Don’t act like the last time you even went near a gym was when you wanted to get something to eat from the mcdonalds next to it”
“Oh, look! We’re here!” I say trying to change the topic of this convo
“Don’t try to change the subject!”
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“Hyuck stop drinking, you’ve had so many shots I’m not even sure how you’re even alive right now” I complain to him
“You’re not my mother” he whined, clearly drunk.
“Do you want to end up like him?” I point over to mark who’s on the couch next to a bucket of puke grasping onto staying awake which the possibility of that happening is less possible than him getting hoes “Cause I don’t feel like taking care of you in that state” I look over to haechan who is trying to look like hes asleep, keyword; trying.
“Stop pretending to be asleep, you know that trick never works on me”
“Damn it” he replies clearly bummed out about the fact it didn’t work as usual
“Now get up, I’m not going to let you stay at this place any drunker than you already are
“I don’t wanna” He has the nerve to reply knowing he’ll oblige anyways the second I say it again
“It isn’t choice get up” This time he thankfully gets up, slightly staggering before I let him hold onto me for support
“I’ll call a cab” I say after we walk out the door and he just nods most likely not listening yet still looking at me like a toddler seeing it’s favorite cartoon on tv
“You’re really pretty actually” He says out of nowhere breaking the silence
“Hyuck it’s not the time for jokes right now, you’re just drunk you’re speaking nonsense” I say, brushing of the butterflies in my stomach
“I’m not lying though” Haechan whines like a child “Couldn’t you tell that I’ve liked you ever since I’ve met you?” he says again in a more serious tone this time
“I thought you were just joking all the time when you flirted with me, besides you’re always ‘girl hunting’” I mutter, still a bit shocked
“I only do that because I think you don’t like me back”
“I thought I was pretty clear about my feelings too”
“Not really” he mutters but I choose to ignore it
“Let’s talk about this at my dorm, the cabs coming” I say still in a tiny bit of shock
“I wanna talk about this us now though”
“Fine”
“So, are we like a couple now?” I question
“I hope we are” he smiles at me
“Let’s talk more when you are sober ok?”
“I’m sobering up though” he pouts at me
“Barely.”
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The end? (I might make a part 2 when theyre like a couple idk or the next morning, yall decide)
#Haechan x reader#nct dream x reader#nct dream imagines#nct dream fluff#nct dream scenarios#lee donghyuck x reader#nct dream#127 x reader#nct x reader#nct imagines#nct u#nct 2023#nct 127
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Music Ties (kurt Cobain X fem! reader) (pt9?)
Y/N's Pov: Kurt lied on his bed holding his stomach and accepting the pain. "kurt...you poor thing" i said walking over to him. dave and krist left the room, leaving us alone. my hand grazed through his hair. i gently pet him. he looked sad and full of discomfort. he hummed a bit and adjusted closer to me. soon krist walked back in with the bucket and some things to help kurt. krist set them down and sat next to kurt. "how you feelin' man?" he asked kurt. "total shit..." kurt replied. "ok...just get some rest ok dude" krist said "okay" kurt replied. kurt moved some more to get under his blankets. he snuggled under them and lied there staring at me. he looked so adorable lying there with his big blue eyes. like a puppy. "im sorry" he spoke "for what?" i asked confused. "for being weird" he said breaking eye contact. "oh kurt your not weird..." i said rubbing his cheek. he stayed silent before talking again "its just that...i feel that my stomach issue is weird" he said looking at me again "kurt i know you cant help it...i dont think its weird at all...not one bit" i said giving him a smile. "i.....i really hate being sick but im scared that if i get rid of my problems i wont be as creative..." he said. "well...you can write songs about what it was like to be in that horrible pain...that discomfort for so long...then you have a huge topic you can write songs about. i believe its such a big topic that you can make a whole album about it. and another thing is your creativeness isnt in your pain its in your head. whatever you got going on in there is genius kurt...its lovely that you can think so much...." i said. my hand cupped his face. our relationship was growing by the second. we were getting closer and closer. it was almost too fast. we stared at each other before kurt spoke again "this is...awkward...." he said looking away. "i know...just get some rest" i said placing a kiss on his head before walking out. holy shit i just kissed him. did he like it? will he hate it? does he even like me? i cant think straight. i need some fresh air. i walked outside and patted my sides for my cigarettes, but they weren't there. right...they're in my car. i pulled my keys from my pockets and went out to my car. i unlocked it and sat in the seat, looking for my pack. it was really cold so i shut my door and cranked the car while i looked to keep warm.
Kurts POV: she kissed me...oh fuck...it was so nice....i want to see her... and talk to her. i heard the front door open and close. who went outside? i slowly shuffled over to my window and saw Y/N in her car. it was cranked and she looked in a rush. was she leaving me...? that horrible feeling overwhelmed me. i dont want her to leave. was my stomach issue too weird for her? was it because im a moody mess and constantly changing moods because im a stupid bipolar fuck? was it the kiss? i dont know. but sadness has flowed into my thoughts. im really close to her now.
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Bumps and Bruises
Prompt: Character B going in for a kiss but they bump into character A’s head and then they can’t stop laughing, character A is confused because they had no idea character B was trying to kiss them.
Pairing: Rooster x Reader(wife) F Reader
a/n: aaaaah! I won’t lie it has been a hot minute since i have written anything and I went with the first idea that came to mind. I really hope you enjoy it!
Being married to Bradley was as easy as breathing. That man made you feel like you were the most valuable thing he had ever laid eyes on and while you adored him for that, you also felt your awkward self multiply by ten every time he laid soft eyes on you with a sweet little smile. He likes to poke fun at how awkward you are, or stare at you longer than necessary because it makes you ramble.
Sitting in the hard deck you watched as Rooster and Hangman played pool. Grinning at the way roos would rile hangman up and vice versa.
“Wow, just when I think you two can’t get even more disgustingly cute” you turn your head to see Phoenix. Grinning back at the brunette “what can I say I like seeing roos let loose”
“Okay that’s it we are getting you drunk” Phoenix groans, laughing you watch as she motions for penny to pour you some shots. Penny more than obliges even volunteering to take a couple with you two. Both her and Phoenix know that you aren’t shy when the alcohol gets in your system and they want you to let loose and party tonight too.
You are on your third shot of the night, all within twenty minutes. Making a face as you put down the glass you laugh “man these never taste any better”
Phoenix who clearly has had more to drink then you starts giggling, at what you don’t really know but you are feeling lighter and you know that will be you soon too. You get up a smile on your face as you suggest dancing together, hearing a shouted back yes you both head to the makeshift dance floor. Logically you know any dancing you and phoenix are doing looks absolutely sad. However, with all inhibition out the door you don’t find it in you to care.
Grinning you glance over to the pool tables again only this time to see rooster watching you, smile on his face as he watches you let loose. Alcohol or not there is nothing that stops the effect that man has on you and you feel the heat rushing up your neck. You find yourself being pulled off by phoenix again, who has more shots in mind.
You are buzzing, but five shots in just a couple hours will do that to you. The night feels like its just beginning, and rooster just unplugged the juke box to sing his great rendition of Great Balls of fire. Normally you shy away from being up front with him and the rest of the pilots during this, because you feel so awkward. Tonight though, you let phoenix pull you up with her and start shouting the lyrics with them. Towards the end of the song you can’t find it in you to focus on the words, instead just watching rooster belt out the lyrics that mean so much to him.
He’s absolutely glowing tonight, tan skin, brilliant smile, sparkling eyes. You couldn’t look away if you tried to. As the song ends, and the juke box gets turned back on you find yourself being pulled again, this time by rooster. You can tell he has also had a lot to drink, grinning and carefree as he is feeling.
It’s about an hour of drinking and dancing with rooster before you feel the need for some fresh air. Social battery running low, and rooster even in his inebriated state knows you well enough to know you need a break. He grabs your hand and you two head outside.
Sitting in the sand next to the love of you life, you can’t help but grin because even if you battery is drained you feel nothing but energetic with him trying to tell you about constellations. You wouldn’t ever admit that you know he has no idea where the constellations are as he points in the wrong direction for Orion’s belt.
Whether it be the fresh air or sitting down that tricks you into thinking you’re less drunk than you actually are, you try to lean in to kiss him. Only to be rudely awakened when your head hits roosters head. The first thing you see when you move away enough to see his face is pure shock and it sends you into a laughing fit. You are holding your stomach laughing so hard you can feel some tears escape your eyes, when you glance back over at rooster you just see confusion laced in his eyes and it only makes you laugh harder. It takes five minutes for you to get yourself in control, only small giggles coming out now.
“darling you wanna tell me what that was all about?” rooster questions laughter in his voice, because while he may be confused your laughter is contagious.
You have to force out your reply as you think about the events all over again
“I was-- I was trying to give you a kiss-- and I fell” with this new information rooster is laughing just as hard as you were and you can’t help but join him.
“You know you don’t have to fall for me every time you wanna kiss right?” He’s grinning at you and you can’t help but think that while you might not have to, you certainly do fall for him every time you kiss. Both of you are just looking at eachother grins wide and eyes sparkling.
“here honey, let me help you” Roos whispers before grabbing your cheek and brushing his lips against yours. You two don’t have long to revel in each other before Hangman gets every one to whistle at you too.
“ready to head back in?” rooster asks, you grin at him knowing that he would stay out here all night if you needed.
“absolutely babe, lets go kick some ass at pool” and that’s what you guys did.
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Yoongi as your boyfriend
Thanks to the anon who requested this!
When you meet-
Yoongi isn't the type to actively search for love, he waits for it to come to him
He's also very in tune with his emotions
So when he meets you its like he just knows he's gonna fall for you
You're likely to meet him in a more quiet place, somewhere you're able to have a real conversation
He doesn't like small talk
If you wanna talk to this man, be prepared to open tf up to him
But don't worry, he's really easy to talk to :)
He always knows the right things to say, you can tell how carefully he thinks about his words
This makes your conversations go for hours
He prefers hearing about you rather than talking about himself, so your willingness to speak up about yourself is quite important in the early stages of the relationship.
He's so humble too
It's not every day that you meet a man with a sense of his own self worth, that stays humble and understanding and respectful of others
He's a just a little tiny bit hypocritical tho 💀
Bc he wants you to open up upon meeting, but he'll take whole months to open up to you
But hey, he's been through a lot, especially during his childhood, and it's not easy to talk about that woth strangers
So dont try to force it out of him, bc that will push him away real fast
It's also a really big deal when he touches you
Like one day, you just run into each other and decide to take a night walk together and he lightly folds his hand into yours
That shit takes a lot of courage for him
Because he wants you to think highly of him, so he tries to be a gentlemen and not rush you into physical affection
Seriously, I hear people calling him cold and mean sometimes but he could not be further from that
He's quiet and considerate of others, so don't mistake his "coldness" as disinterest
I guarantee he has a lot more feelings for you than he's showing, just let him take his time, we call him grandpa for a reason 💀
When you start dating-
Gonna be real w yall, the beginning might be kinda awkward
Like as soon as he sees you, he just internally panics and shuts down entirely
And it's not bc hes losing feelings, it's quite the opposite actually
Hes just realizing how quickly hes falling in love and it scares him.
So you need to reassure him
When the conversation dries up, just tell him how much you appreciate him
To my knowledge, he's been cheated on in the past so he does have some trust issues when it comes to love
Just be there for him
Show him you'll stay with him through the good and the bad
And he's no dummy, he can see that your intentions are pure, which is also when that awkward stage is over
Once you've been together for a while, the best word I can use to describe your relationship is "comfortable"
Because nothing is out of bounds for you two
Whenever there's a problem, you just talk about it, no worries
And that makes everything so comfy
You don't have to worry about drama with him
He just wants to lay around with you in his pajamas all day long and do nothing
You don't even have to speak, because your love is just this mutual feeling you get when your near each other
You don't have to say anything to understand your feelings for each other and it's so beautiful
He prefers to show his adoration through acts of service, such as buying you chocolates and pads/tampons when your on you period, setting up romantic dates with fairy lights and blankets and candles
He will especially take care of you when he's ready to have your first time together
He plans the whole setup and everything
He's not usually one for physical affection, and he's said that himself, so he'd be soooo gentle with you
Whether you'd had sex one time or a hundred, he would treat you the same
He wants to express how much he cares through sex
He'd kiss you to distract you if it hurt, give you time if you said you weren't ready, tuck you in if you were tired
He's always there, and that's what you love about him
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“in every universe, i’d choose you.” | venti with that poetic rizz/cute and warm moments | MODERN AU
sorry for disappearing 😭 exams are painful
WARNINGS
idk
clingy venti
idk how taht was a warning
lowkey reincarnation au too
venti with that poetic rizz
short
a surprise mid-story?
💍~
reader is gender neutral! no specific gender will be mentioned for reader, here.
“venti, i’m home!” you called, your voice echoing throughout the living room.
your voice, like a sweet melody. reaching to venti’s ears, he instantly rushed out the room and gave the most bone crushing hug ever.
hugging you, as if you were to disappear once he’s let go, “my love! its my love! welcome home!!” he pleaded, planting kisses all over your face.
“ah- venti! its only been 30 minutes...” you recently had buy you both dinner.
venti stopped kissing you, and took a good look at your face, your sweet adorable face, “30 minutes? well..”
he hugged, more gently but still tightly, resting his head on top of yours pushing your head onto his chest.
he finished his sentence, “30 minutes feel like an eternity.”
you hugged back, enjoying the sweet moment. as quiet as it was, it really was comforting. as long as you were together, everything around is non-awkward.
“you must be tired, c’mon! lets go to our room.” he held your hand, squeezing it as you both made your way to your shared room.
as soon as you both set foot onto the carpet floor, he pulled you towards him to the bed hugging you close.
“didnt even let me change or anything... not that i’m complaining.” you said, wrapping both arms around him.
he giggled softly, and cupped your face, with the most softest smile he started at your eyes.
he inched closer slowly, without you noticing, “my love,” he motioned his thumb, rubbing your soft skin.
“if you were the sun i’d continue staring even though i’d go blind, as your beauty overcomes the sense of pain i shall feel just to see you.” both your foreheads touched, as he moved his hands to hold onto yours. (cr to tiktok)
enjoying your sweet moment, he suddenly giggled and inched back a bit.
“ehehe, i’ve got that poetic rizz!” ruining the warm moment, he suddenly rambles on about apparently having ‘rizz’.
“alright, boomer. enough tiktok for you.” you replied, with a tone of sarcasm.
a gasp came out of him, a dramatic one, “no! you cant, in fact my whole account is almost about you!” and he rambled on about how he saves selfies of you you’d usually sent, you doing this, you doing that...
“wait, you save my selfies?” you suddenly ask him.
he smiled like a dork, “of course! wait- you dont!?!1/!?” his tone of voice immediately changes.
he dramatically cries covering his face with his hands, “s-so you dont save my beautiful handsome selfies?!?! o-or dont make any s-song playlists about m-me??!?!?1!!?” he so dramatically sobs.
you sighed and rolled your eyes, but smiled at your cute boyfriend, “of course i do! it just.. caught me by surprise.” you slowly removed his hands away from his eyes, that weren’t even teary.
instantly, his energetic energy came back and pulled you into another bone crushing hug.
“yay!!!!!! i knew you cared~” he pleaded playing with your hair.
as you cuddled and chat for a while he took another look at your face and lovingly stared into your eyes.
he sighed, “seriously, i’m so lucky to be with you.”
you chuckled, “hm? where is this coming from?” you jokingly replied.
“oh c’mon, [name]! i’m serious~ everything you do is so.. perfect. everything! the way you talk, care for me, care for others, the way you....” he held your hands.
“the way you’ll... perhaps say yes?” he suddenly grabs a ring from no where.
you were shocked, and honestly out of words. but eventually you found the right words, “oh my gods, yes! yess!! a million times yes!!!!”
he happily chuckled, tears prickling against his eyes as he put on the ring on you, he kissed the hand that now had a ring, “thank you, thank you, thank you...” he pleaded over and over and over...
“that was one way to propose... in bed? thats really venti of you.” you joked.
he chuckled, quite embarrassed, “welll... i just thought you couldnt handle all the public attention if i just popped the question it in front of a million strangers.” it was so sweet how he cared for you.
“aww, venti..” you cuddled closer to your now fiance.
he big spooned you, resting ontop of your head and holding you close.
“i really am so luck to be with you, like... i must’ve probably fought a poisoned dragon in my past life or something!” you could feel his smile.
you looked up to him and stared into his aqua green eyes gleaming in the night.
“in every universe, i’d choose you.”
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