#𐙚 the feelings mutual

[shouyuus]

my dear rain, rest be assured i am here to match your freak!

*taps mic* is this thing on? okay here we go— it's surprisingly hard to find anything else rattling around my brain except watching tobio at every adler game, and every single time, without fail, your heartbeat picks up as you watch him basically spike a monster serve into their opponent's court, the cheers that erupt from you when he gets a no-touch ace, or when he sets a super quick set to the sides. gods the heat that rush to your cheeks when he has nonchalant thinking game face on, the screams he draws from you in the locker room after their victory—

(i will be expanding on your ask in a few moments *giggle*)

okay no but the way you'd be able to feel the weight of his serves when he pounds the ball across the court, bc you know how strong he is and you've felt it -- being pinned down beneath him with just one of his arms holding both your wrists, him frowning if you try to tug free, bc quite frankly, he doesn't quite know what to do with the realization that he likes it when you struggle just a bit, when you try to pull away, he likes knowing how easy it'd be to hoist you up if he wanted to, or hold you up against the wall, your legs around his hips, pin you to the lockers, leave the changing room door unlocked cause yeah sure, someone might walk in, but he figures if you're screaming loud enough, people oughtta know not to just walk in, right?

right? yeah.

(also, what if i'm thinking about u playing "nasty" in the car on the way back from the match when he's still all sweaty but wound up, muscles aching, but the sight of you mouthing the words just riles him up even more and --)

[madame-fear]

Hey, hope you're doing well :) Wanted to request a Jacaerys x Alicent's daughter reader. Just a Drabble of like they're married life. Idk how to explain it, not entirely romantic yet, more like a newly wedded couple adjusting to marriage. Kinda like a daily life, something simple and sweet like that. Hope you get my drift. Have a wonderful day :) Can't wait to read what you have, and take your time

𐙚 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : okay so I was originally going to write different scenarios in a single drabble of how they would get used to being married,, but I preferred to leave that for another request you made! So I opted to write this and make it as fluffy as possible between them <3 hope you enjoy it and it was what you expected !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) also, since I assumed you wanted reader to be a Targtower, I mentioned as well that she has a dragon, but that’s it. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : ∿ request above! ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.4k (not really a drabble SORRY AHSJS)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : fluff, this is was supposed to be a drabble THOUGH I COULDN’T HELP BUT EXTEND IT A LITTLE BIT. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!Wife!Reader.

You had known from a rather young age that you would eventually be married to the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon. A betrothal for the two of you had been arranged between Rhaenyra and your mother, Queen Alicent, to maintain their relationship — and everything in general — as peaceful as possible.

Unlike your siblings — except for Helaena, whom was the most tranquil one —, the relationship you had with the firstborn Velaryon had always been quite neutral. You even dared to say, both of you kept mutual respect for one another— and neither you could deny that his mother was raising a proper man, admiring silently to yourself how gentle and loving Jace often behaved around you.

But how couldn’t he be kind around you? If you were to be his wife, and you were terribly endearing. You were often willing to engage more with the Velaryon Prince, and you had grown to develop a close bond together. Having slight knowledge regarding on how betrothals and marriages between noble Houses worked, you had to thank the Seven for providing you with a genuinely caring betrothed, who would never dare to lay a single hand on you.

Years had passed, and the lighthearted nature you kept in your relationship at an early age only intensified— being close to one another, often seen together through the large halls, on the gardens, on the training yard rooting for him, or simply sitting next to one another during dinner, chatting and giggling together. A certain timidness did lurk around both of you, as you were betrothed to one another; but you constantly attempted to grow out of these feelings.

Though, how could you both not feel shy around each other? It was only a natural feeling— one that increased when the wedding ceremony had been hosted, officially becoming husband and wife. You had known almost all your life that the moment would, sooner or later, arrive; but you couldn’t help but slightly feel awkwardly shy about being married.

Your officialised matrimony was something that had taken it’s time to bloom in the relationship itself, adjusting yourselves to your new lifestyle. Slowly but surely, taking things step by step.

Walks together through the gardens, silent reading while sitting next to one another, and always be seen together, laughing and talking to one another— those were all the small, little things you did together as a newly-wed couple. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to being close to each other, but you both equally tried your best to leisurely get used to your marriage.

In the stillness of the night, sitting on a large lounge sofa placed in the chambers you shared with your husband, the tip of your fingers delicately passed the pages of the book you had been reading. Jacaerys had his own responsabilities as the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, to which, you preferred to patiently await for him to sleep, despite a faint drowsiness being spread all over your features.

With the sound of the wooden door gently opening, your gaze attentively shot itself towards the person entering the chambers— being none other than your husband. A grin had imemdiatly curved in the corner of you lips, swiftly placing the book aside, and standing up from the lounge sofa to greet him. “Busy day, I pressume?” you teased, having noticed his absence throughout the day, as you placed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. You weren’t bold enough to properly kiss him on the lips just yet, but your small, sweet gesture had been enough to provoke a rosy tint to grow on his cheeks.

“You pressume correctly. I apologise for not having been able to see you during the entire day,” one of his arms was hidden behind his back, as his free hand was placed on your shoulder, caressing it with tenderness. As you were both growing used to being married, Jace constantly attempted to have a slight free moment to dedicate it to you, and to offer you his genuine affection. “But I supposed, I could make up for my abscence somehow.”

Revealing the arm that was hidden behind of him, his hand held a ravishing, brightly crimson coloured rose— one of the many flowers that commonly grew in the gardens you often walked around. It might have been a small gift for now, but the brunette-haired Prince thought it would be better than greeting you empty-handed after being all day long focused on his duties.

A heated fluster occupied your cheeks almost instantly in surprise at the sight of the flower, your lips quivering into a timid, flattered smile. In a delicate movement, you took the rose into your own hand, raising it to your nostrils to take in its fruity, slightly spicy scent. “Aren’t you a sweet one?” you remarked, allowing a gentle chuckle to spur from your lips, playfully fidgeting with the flower in between your digits. “You shouldn’t have even bothered. I’m terribly flattered, Jace, thank you.”

The previous rosy tint growing on his cheek had increased to become a crimson hue, helplessly admiring the way you so delicately thanked him for the small gesture he had towards you. The time that had passed ever since you had officially become a wedded couple was relatively short, with only a few moons having passed since the ceremony, and yet, it was undeniable how perfect you were molded for one another— with small gestures and moments spent together, the connection you had increased.

Jacaerys made sure to take things slowly for you, as you were both trying to get used to your marriage. It was all very new for the two of you, still young and now married— but his main priority was the comfort you could feel around him, with him as your husband. The thought of accidentally causing you to feel uncomfortable in any way made him recoil on the inside, causing him to leisurely pick on the things you fancing, and the things you didn’t.

One of the things had immediatly noticed, was how fascinated you were about dragons— gleefully riding your own whenever you had the opportunity, and studying everything that there was to them. While you had your own dragon, you had rarely interacted with Vermax, much less ride him with Jace.

And, the perfect idea to continue bonding together popped up.

“It’s the least I could do for you. I do not expect you to thank me for it.” he replied briefly, now maintaining both his arms right behind his back, and with a grin lingering on his rosy lips. The perfect opportunity was presented right there, for him to invite you to have some fun together— it took him some stength to ask you if you fancied going on a dragonride together, but he couldn’t waste the chance. Surely, no one would notice if you both were resting in your chambers or not.

“I couldn’t help but wonder as well, now that no one will be able to disturb us...” his words trailed off, allowing him to have your entire attention on him, feeling your own stare fixed on his coffee eyes. His words left some tension hanging in the air, only causing his grin to become wider at the mere thought of his proposal. A small, mischevious little moment between the two of you— but he would do anything to help you adjust on your marriage, and feel more comfortable.

“... If you fancied riding Vermax with me? We could fly all over the castle, and perhaps, get a better sighting of the stars together.” discreetly, the Prince nibbled on his lower lip nervously, awaiting for your reaction. “After all, it will be just the two of us, and no one else to bother us.”

The idea sounded tempting enough to cause your heart to strongly flutter against your chest. His nerves eased noticing the change in your features, going from being briefly surprised, to carrying a thrilled look— it would be just the two of you. How could you ever say no to anything he proposed? You appreciated each opportunity you had of spending your seconds, minutes, and hours with him.

But what you appreciated the most, was Jace himself. The day to day you experienced with him involved taking things slowly together, and yet, it was all so very sweetly. And you couldn’t be any more grateful of his presence— knowing that, the moment you would fully adjust to your life as a wedded couple, would being you nothing but rapture.

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[thinemoonshine]

⋆𐙚₊ 𝐚 ‘𝔀𝓮’ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 ‘𝓾𝓼’ ˚⊹♡

downbad!enhypen maknae line x fem!reader content(s): fluff, slight angst in noo’s (he cries :c), enhypen being down bad, like whipped for (y/n), (y/n) is sassy and sulky, enha being so cute i want to chomp, petnames (honey, kitten whiskers—it’s not serious pls believe me) type: oneshot

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ synopsis: in which (y/n) doesn’t call them her boyfriend because they haven’t officially asked her to embark on an official courtship˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

⋆˙𐙚 K.SUNOO 𐙚˙⋆ "...pretty please. pretty, pretty please?"

“(y/n)-ah~” he sings as he enters her room from the living room. it’s supposed to be a stay-at-home date at her apartment and yet, here she is, laid on her stomach on her bed and leaving him alone outside. “what are you doing~?”

“nothing. just playing with my phone,” she casually answers, lackluster, without a single glance to the blonde boy who pouts.

he sits beside her, legs criss-crossed as he watches her scroll. and the anxiety bubbles again. he feels nauseous. it’s been more than a week since she’s been acting this way. she was so sweet and loving before—clinging onto him just as he does with her, showing him her ootds and him gushing at them, and both of them enjoying sweet little lunch dates at school—so what happened for all that to go away?

and as if fate too is against him, he looks at her screen right when she likes a post of jungwon and his heart shatters.

since when? since when were she and jungwon mutuals on social media? as far as he can remember, (y/n) didn’t follow any guy except for him and as much as sunoo said he didn’t mind it if she wanted to follow other men, he can’t help but feel relieved and prideful knowing that he has that specialness to him—something that only he has, and no other guy does.

his mouth dries and throat tightens, brows knit and eyes already feeling hot from the emotions threatening to spill. “is…is something wrong with us?”

“what do you mean?” (y/n) asks and still, she doesn’t look at him.

sunoo bites his lip, chewing on the rosy nub for a second and gulps. “i feel like you don’t want me anymore…”

“HUH?” the girl’s mouth is wide open as she nearly shouts her response—sitting up and turning to him promptly. “of course, i want you! why would you think i—oh…oh, sun…”

her voice quietens to a soothing whisper when she sees him all flushed in the cheeks and nose as his eyes brim with tears. she cups his face—smooth, milky skin pressed warmly against her palms and he lets out a shaky breath.

“th-this was supposed to be a date,” sunoo says sulkily, trying to keep his composure by acting petulant and yet the hot, fresh globules that cascade past his lower lash line down to her hands belie his attitude. “but you don’t even want to look at me.”

“sunoo,” (y/n) starts and lets out a breath. “this is stupid. i should’ve just said it.”

“what do you mean?”

“the reason why i’m acting distant and all is because it dawned onto me that we haven’t made things official. we confessed but there was no follow-up or anything, we just started going out but we didn’t really like…officiate things,” she explains and sighs guiltily when she sees his glossy foxy eyes staring at her with surprise. “i’m sorry. i was being petty. i mean, not everyone does things traditionally anymore at this generation. if i wanted it so bad i should’ve been the one to as—”

“let me be your boyfriend,” sunoo blurts out, effectively shutting her up and she gapes with confusion while his hands raise to hold her wrists. “let me be your boyfriend…please. pretty please. pretty, pretty please?”

with his lips jutted and head tilted into her palm, he blinks at her with those beautiful honey eyes of his and she thinks she has to be completely insane not to submit. she giggles and the melodic sound perks him up instantly—searching into her eyes frantically for her confirmation and the sight of her single nod, he engulfs her into his arms.

“thank you, my girlfriend! the most beautiful girl in the world! the most sweet, most loving, most gorgeous, most warm, most kind—!”

it’s now her turn to shut him up by pressing a surprise kiss, lips molding into each other’s as his widened eyes slowly flutter shut. his arms loosen and body melts as they fall onto the mattress together.

(y/n) pulls away and is positively amused at the sight of her boyfriend’s glowing face—his eyes half-lidded as they trace her features with a lovesick gaze.

gosh, she’s beautiful. she’s so, so beautiful and so, so dangerous. the fact that a singular person can cause such havoc within him is concerning.

but gosh, it’s times worse to lose her. he was already eyeing the window behind her in case she was to reject him earlier. thank goodness, he didn’t have to proceed with giving himself a concussion, or worse.

“sunoo?? why are you crying? was the kiss bad?” (y/n) asks, worried, when heavy tears suddenly flow sideways on his face and onto her sheets as they lay together and he shakes his head.

“no, i’m just—so happy,” he chokes out, accompanied by a giggle as he sniffles and wipes his eyes but the stream doesn’t cease. “i thought i’d lose you.”

“oh, honey,” the other coos, touched by his sensitivity, and the endearing term only makes his cries to thicken, now wailing entirely as he tries to hide into her pillow and under her blanket.

but with the help of (y/n)’s tickles, the room is then filled with his shrieking laughter and ends with a happy pillow fight and cuddle session.

“by the way…since when did you follow jungwon?”

“oh! just a few days actually. it started because i wanted to ask him about you. you know, consultation and stuff.”

“oh…okay.”

“do you…want me to unfollow him?”

“…no, it’s fine! it’s completely fine.”

“you’re pouting.”

“am not.”

“…i’ll unfollow him.”

“oh! you will?? :D i mean!! you don’t need to but, do whatever you want :>>”

“…you sly fox.”

⋆˙𐙚 Y.JUNGWON 𐙚˙⋆ “i love you”

he’s mature and responsible just as he is playful and mischievous. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be able to maintain his sangfroid all the time—especially when his loved one is acting as if they’re just friends.

jungwon’s fidgeting in his seat, unable to sit still as (y/n) sits across him around the circular table, surrounded by the other members of the club.

when the club first announced that they’re gonna have a lunch together, he was excited—thinking that it’s the perfect opportunity to declare his relationship with (y/n). they’d sit side by side and act all lovey dovey, subtly of course, but people would have to be blind to not get the hint that they’re together.

but against his expectations, (y/n) finds herself a seat away from him and to make matters worse, she’s sandwiched between two of their flirty, pesky male members.

his hands clench under the table as jaw tightens when one of them leans closer to (y/n) to ask about the menu, her being too engrossed in choosing her own meal that she doesn’t seem to notice.

“hey, you good? you seem a little tense,” one of the members ask him and he puts on a strained smile but enough to show his dimple.

“yeah. just hungry,” won says and eventually the ordering process follows when the waiter arrives.

jungwon’s eyes almost never leave (y/n)—staring at her while she lists out her order, staring at her when he’s listing his order and even after they’re done, his cat-like eyes are transfixed on the girl who’s slowly starting to get nervous under his intense gaze.

“i’m gonna go to the restroom,” she excuses herself and escapes but just right after she enters the corridor, away from people’s eyes, her wrist is captured in another’s hand—making her turn with eyes wide and lips parted in mild shock. “jungwon?? i—what are you doing?”

“why aren’t you sitting next to me?” he asks directly, wanting to resolve whatever issue there is as soon as possible.

her brows knit as lips pull to a smirk, amused yet incredulous. “do i have to? we didn’t agree on anything beforehand.”

“then i’ll sit with you,” the other declares, loosening his grip around her wrist to lower it down to her hand—entangling their fingers together. his mien is nothing short of conviction but at her silence, his knitted brows soften as his pupils shake slightly. "...if you let me."

his abrupt polite meekness makes her smile, finding him oh, so deadly adorable that she just wants to chomp on his cheek.

"of course, i'll let you, wonnie. what makes you think i won't?" (y/n) sounds, the cadence in her voice compelling him to remove his stare from his shoes and to her eyes, only to gulp and shy away after. "hm? oh no, did the cat's tongue finally get caught instead?"

jungwon's feline eyes widen in surprise when she pulls him by their joint hands—him stumbling over but before he can fall flat on his face on the floor, she spins him to the wall, one hand pressed on his chest and the other still intertwined with his.

it's always like this. he thinks he has it all figured out, he thinks he has the upper hand and that he'll lead everything to its rightful place. but then, she comes in and all his objectives, his points and control comes crashing down to smithereens.

and unlike him, she doesn't even need to try. she just has that power on him and although he'll never admit it publicly, his actions prove it all. despite his cuddly appearance, he's this figure of authority and he's proven that time and time again. he's meant to lead, and yet the moment (y/n) comes in, he turns to mush—both brain and body.

"i just...well, i noticed that you seem a bit distant," jungwon brings up and he hangs his head down, too bashful and flustered to meet her gaze that strikes into him in a way it seems to uncover his deepest secrets. "and i thought that i may have upset you. i'm sorry."

(y/n) tilts her head and brows lift. "you do know that i'm not a fan of apologies when people don't know what they're apologising for, right?"

jungwon snaps his face up with eyes round. "i-i—i know that. but i can't think of anything. i've wrecked my brain, i've thought of everything and still! i can't seem to figure out what it is. please, tell me. i'll fix it! i promise, i can do better. hm? hm, (y/n)-ie?"

his bottom lip sticks out as he pitifully blinks his sparkly doe eyes to her and she knows he's trying to get her to surrender using his beauty privilege. and darn right, she will. that's one of the things she loves about him, his mischief hidden under an angel face.

"you're so sneaky," (y/n) scoffs but the smile that forms on her face acts as a sort of assurance, an agreement, and jungwon's own grin appears.

he still takes cautious steps though—gently prodding on her crown with his nose, then to her forehead and to her nose. at her stillness, his smile widens and eyes shut, relief taking over as he buries himself into the crook of her neck.

a few giggles sound from her and he only nuzzles more at them, wanting to be graced by her joy time and time again but then a worry crosses his mind.

"still...you were upset, weren't you? will you tell me why?" he asks quietly, muffled by her shoulder and he instinctively presses soft, warm pecks on the exposed skin up to her neck.

she shudders pleasantly at the fuzzy feeling and lets out a gentle exhale. "nothing...i was just throwing a tantrum, i guess. i mean, you haven't asked me to be your girlfriend and i got sad. kinda. i don't know."

jungwon suddenly grapples her shoulders, not roughly of course, but enough to allow him to detach her from him as he looks at her with his jaw slack open and eyes twice their size. "i haven't...? i haven't! oh my gosh! i'm so sorry, honey! (y/n), i know this might be late but will you be my—"

"yes, wonnie," (y/n) chuckles out at his panicked and frantic gestures before abruptly seizing his lips into a kiss—sucking the air out of him as his eyes flutter shut.

jungwon's heart jumps, knocking itself against its cage as it too seems to want to kiss (y/n) by itself and his head falls to the side slightly to deepen their link. his hand flies to tenderly cup her cheek while his free arm clings around the back of her waist to pull her closer.

and at that moment, his senses are numbed to all but her.

safe to say that when they came back to the table, everyone already knew about jungwon and (y/n)'s status—well, at least they knew of won's feelings first. they're surprised that his stare hasn't actually lasered through her skull from the intensity of it. and much to jungwon's delight, he gets to have (y/n) all to himself right beside him, and not sandwiched in between two dirty, flirty and intrusive flies.

and now, instead of thinking about his laser eyes, people are wondering when his face will break from how wide his happy, giggly grin is—dimples deep like blackholes as he practically buzzes gleefully with (y/n) so close to him.

“i love you,” he whispers at her and (y/n) smacks his thigh softly from under the table, reminding him of the presences of other people to which he just snickers at—boba eyes shooting hears at the side of her face as she tries to focus on her food.

⋆˙𐙚 N.RIKI 𐙚˙⋆ “hush, kitten whiskers”

“thanks, riki!” (y/n) chirps before ruffling the younger’s hair—a gesture he’d usually welcome, if it isn’t in a way where one rewards a young child for practically anything.

he pulls a feeble smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes and watches as the girl enters her lecture room with her bag that he carried for her.

it’s not an unusual thing, to have her ruffling his hair or cooing at him since he is after all, younger than her. but after they confessed to each other, those gestures lessened and instead, she treated him more of like a boyfriend, a man, rather than some junior who needs to be taken care of and guided by a senior.

and riki loves that. the fact that she trusts him to be reliable. but then after a while, she reverted back to how she was acting before—reminding him of their ranks of senior and junior, of older and younger, baby and babysitter.

and oh, does he hate it.

not (y/n). never (y/n). but the way she’s back to babying him is making him pull on his hair and smash his head into a wall.

he’s capable, responsible, dependable. he can be her pillar.

‘i’m not a child,’ he thinks as he stares at her taking a seat before he retreats.

hands in his pockets, he tries to think what must’ve happened to make her go back to how they were before. and that’s when it hit him.

if he wants (y/n) to treat him like a man, he has to show her how truly manly he is. a smirky grin forms on his face at the realization and just like that, a wonderful(?) plan is concocted.

(y/n)’s finished with classes? oh, riki’s already waiting outside—leaning against the wall with one leg in front of the other and his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

the girl halts in her tracks as a soft furrow forms at the other’s model pose. “uhh, riki? what are you doing?”

“oh, (y/n). done already?” he’ll sound, feigning ignorance as he pushes himself off the wall. “pass me your bag. i’ll carry it for you.”

she’ll slowly do as he asks, partly cautious, due to his odd behaviour and he’ll then dangle it over his shoulder—effortlessly lifting it with a hand.

(y/n) wants to buy something? riki will pay.

“but this is supposed to be my treat,” (y/n) insists as she looks up at riki who’s adamantly shaking his head with plump lips pursed. “riki, as your senio—”

“hush, kitten whiskers,” he’ll cut her off with a finger pressed on her lips, effectively silencing her before internally cringing at himself. “i should be the one spoiling you.”

“ri—”

“here’s my card,” the young man will say as he passes the object to the cashier with style—flashing his striking right side profile to (y/n) for more charm points and deliberately ignoring the face of disgust and incredulity worn by the girl.

(y/n) needs help getting something off the high shelf? don’t worry, riki will spawn in the area.

“you want this one?” he’ll ask lowly, deep bass voice rumbling through his chest and making the girl shudder as she feels the vibrations against her back. he’ll smirk at the reaction before pulling out the book.

(y/n) turns and lifts her chin to meet his face, blinking rapidly as her fluster fills at the proximity. “yeah…”

riki’s lips curve upwards at her bashfulness, especially so when he flickers his gaze between her own. “here you go.”

she accepts it as he slips it between their figures—not wanting to step away from her just to revel more at her shyness, her timidity towards him. finally, she’s getting it.

he’s a strong, mighty man. not just a junior, or a guy who’s younger than her. he’s capable. he can be her knight in shining armour. she understands now.

“thanks, ki!” (y/n) exclaims and her hand reaches up to pat his head, ruffling his hair slightly before she walks away—completely oblivious to him turning to stone before shattering to dust then being swept away by the janitor and ending sadly in the bin.

she hasn’t gotten it.

however, nothing shalt stand in between him and his journey for justice and love!

which is why he’s now sitting on the couch of (y/n)’s living room while she’s in the kitchen, making some drinks for them both. he’s restless, fingers tapping on his knees before he stands to his feet.

how can he tell (y/n) not to baby him? how can he ask her to look at him differently? as an equal standing and not of hoobae and sunbae? as boyfriend and girlfriend like what they actually are?

CRASH!

his legs move quicker than he can think—carrying him across rooms and to the kitchen as his eyes frantically search around.

“(y/n)! what happened??” he asks and gasps at seeing her kneeled on the floor to pick up shards of a broken mug.

“ah, riki! the water was just hotter than i thought so i lost my grip,” (y/n) chuckles nervously but the other can only frown as he watches her hand hover a shattered piece.

he promptly strides towards her, crouching right beside. “let me.”

“no, you’ll get hurt.”

“i’m not a kid,” he declares and stares her straight in the eye. her lips part and breath hitches at the fervor in his gaze to which he then repeats, “i am not a kid. i can do stuff like this. let me take care of you.”

he keeps the eye contact a little longer, ensuring that she won’t try and pick the pieces up herself before finally pulling away to do it for her.

he does it swiftly yet precisely, not letting a single sharp edge graze his skin before wrapping the broken parts in a tissue to safely toss them to the bin. then, grabbing a cloth he starts wiping up the spill and finishes with washing and drying his hand.

through all this, (y/n) only watches from the side. riki has always been good looking and attractive in each and every way, but seeing him like this—so capable in a domestic way, in such a solicitous manner in her own home is…different. a good different.

“and this, this is the bare minimum, (y/n). this is nothing. i am capable of so many things. i can take care of you in so many ways—not just how i do in school. if you just let me show what i have to offer,” riki says with conviction as he saunters to the girl before resting his hands on her smaller shoulders. he exhales through his nose as lips pull to an endearing smile at her awed expression. “i am your boyfriend, after all.”

unlike his expectations—in which (y/n) will end up blushing and hiding into his chest—she instead smirks as her previously rounded eyes relax to a more siren-like sharpness and head tilts.

“are you, though?” she asks with a teasing lilt and question marks float above the other’s crown. “when?”

“when what?” riki queries back, now confused and slightly worried at her rejection.

“when did you ask—to be my boyfriend?”

the younger scoffs in amusement. “when we confessed!”

“oh, did you?” (y/n) sings and the doubt in the other’s head heightens, evident from his faltering smile and rapidly blinking eyes. and that’s when she understands. “don’t tell me…the reason why you’ve been acting extra weird and hard these days is because you think i look at you as a kid?”

riki clears his throat. “were you not…?”

“ki, no!” the girl laughs out loud, almost doubling over but instead stops with her head hitting his chest. riki thinks he might be going insane to be feeling all fluttery for someone when that someone is literally laughing at him. “the reason why i’ve been treating you that way is because i’m treating you the way i did before we confessed—as junior and senior.”

“b-but why?” he argues, coming out whinier than he expected as lips jut and making her giggle.

“because you haven’t asked me out yet. i mean…i can be the one to ask you but i know how you love taking the lead so—”

muah!

her eyes widen at his abrupt peck on her lips and at her surprised mien, he repeats the gesture—peppering kisses all over her face until she’s a giggling mess.

“so, my picky princess,” he teases which earns a joking glare but he quickly diminishes it by pulling her in by the waist and bending forward—literally sweeping her off her feet as she almost dangles from his arm. “would you grace me the honour of embarking in an official courtship?”

(y/n) snorts, amused before grabbing his face in her hand, making his lips pucker. “wow, expensive words, huh? what a noble guy.”

“i try,” he chuckles and lowers his forehead to meet with hers. “so? what does her majesty say?”

“hmm~ if you promise to never call me kitten whiskers again, i’ll accept,” she emphasizes and he laughs.

“i thought you like shrek??”

“yeah? but not kitten whiskers!”

“mrow!”

“STOP!” ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ hyung line ver.

𝜗𝜚 ngl not really much of a fan at this one but yeah :/ motivations just went ZIP! along the way :(( but if you still enjoyed it, don’t forget to leave a heart and reblog—they give me some motivation, ya know? but please do not spam like!! X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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Mr. Nice Guy, Fresh Guy

𐙚 sypnosis let me introduce myself, nice guy, fresh guy of the night (alright) everybody tells you better watch out girl.

꒰ png flirty!HAN TAESAN x fem!reader , fluff , neighbours to lovers , coworkers to lovers , mutual pinning , flirty taesan , lower case intended . cw petnames. wc 890 words, proofread ꒱

yu notes : oh no i think i have the taesan brainrot 👻 shout out to @sanaxo-o for proofreading this, without her this would actually flop 😵‍💫 thank you sm hon <33

𐙚 Wednesday

“let me (re)introduce myself, nice guy, fresh guy of the neighbourhood.” taesan raises his eyebrows in a flirty manner, his hands sliding through his hair in a slick motion before leaning once more on the fence separating his and your front-yard. you hold in a chuckle, nodding. as you glance his way, soon looking away, your focus still solely on the plants in your yard, badly needing your care after being left for so long by the previous owner.

“so..” taesan continues, clicking his tongue watching you curiously. “you free this weekend? you know since i helped you and all” hearing this, your head snaps towards his direction not believing the words escaping his mouth. taesan simply shoots you a wink, and you can't help but to chuckle. your head returning to it's original position, fixed on the plants.

thinking about it, his words were true. he did help you with stuff (moving things around to your new house, since he's strong and all;) and what's the hurt in repaying the favour and let him take you out? wait.. is this a date? “i can make time for you.” you reply to his words, which did take a bit longer than it's supposed to be. a shit eating grin slowly appears in taesan's face. so shitty you can feel it from the back of your head actually, “i can feel your stupid grin from here” you roll your eyes playfully, looking back at him spraying a bit of water his way.

taesan laughs as he dodges the water you're spraying mercilessly towards him. “is this your way to repay my deeds?”—”no but it would be if our hang out isn't a date” “oh.” taesan stops dodging the water fully just standing there while staring right at your eyes. a little smirk on his face. oh how bad you want to wipe it away from his stupidly handsome face. taesan lets out a chuckle, about to jump over the fence. “i'll spray you with the jet if you get any closer!!”—”fine!!”

𐙚 Thursday

“can you rate how excited are you for the date from 9 to 10?” taesan appears behind you, whispering close to you. his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down to your spine making you almost jolt out in surprise. “a hello would be nice??!”—”hello” you roll your eyes, sighing as you shake your head in disbelief. what the hell is he doing in the ladies locker room? “what are you doing here? it's the ladies lock—” you pause, oh there's no such thing as a ladies locker here. a smirk grows on taesan face, leaning in on the lockers.

“this is not the changing room babe” you scrunch your nose looking away, feeling heat from your neck slowly going up your cheeks from the embarrassment. oh how you wish to just dissappear under a big rock. “don't call me that.” you utter, going back to your locker to continue arranging your stuff. “oh sorry, i was just warming up. who knows i'll use it often in the future” your whole face is crimson red by now, forcing you to exit the shared locker room “hey wait you haven't rate the date yet!” “it's still in two days!!” “well should we do it now?”

𐙚 Friday

“one more day.” taesan teasingly whispers, his voice entering your ear gently and swiftly exiting the place as if nothing had happened. as if he didn't relentlessly tease you today, and as if his words wouldn't bother you the whole day and of course not forgetting the playful wink he'd send you before going out through the door. this is really bad for your heart. it's the second day of your shift here on the pizza store, but you're already pondering whether to quit or not. he really knows your weak spots. you thank the universe for making him work in the delivery rather than cashier or anything else involving being close to you 24/7. cause you would definitely would not survive.

𐙚 D-DAY(TE)

taesan rests his head on the palm of his hand looking at you intently as you twirl the pasta around your fork nervously. “look at my eyes” you give him a quick glance before holding in your laugh, looking back at your plate. “stop looking at me that way!”—“with these sexy eyes of mine?” you roll your eyes playfully still not looking his way. “oh come on just give in my shawty”—“shut up!!” taesan let out a small ‘ouch’ when you nudge his legs with your own under the table. he soon laughs holding his hand up in surrender. “atleast you're looking at my eyes now.”

you smile, okay, maybe his eyes are... what's the word? sexy? no, not that, but whatever the way to describe his shining, shimmering eyes, you wouldn't be able to say it out loud. it would obviously bruise your ego. “swooned by the nice guy's charm?” taesan raises his eyebrows, a mischievous smile overcoming his lips. yeah, that's it his eyes are charming, and yes, you probably did get swooned by the ‘nice guy's charm.’

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KIM SEUNGMIN X FEM! READER 𐙚₊˚⊹

a/n: pure fluff <33

syn: you and seungmin have been seeing eachother for some months. you were friends, yes, but you had feelings for him. ofc he didn’t like you back, did he..?

ᡣ𐭩

You had always wondered what it would feel like to be in love with someone who didn’t love you back. The kind of ache people wrote about in songs, or spilled into poems. You never thought it would feel quite like this, though—a slow burn in your chest that grew heavier every time Seungmin crossed your mind.

And Seungmin was always on your mind.

Your crush on him had been obvious for months, and although he was sweet, charming, and funny, he never made it clear if he felt the same way. You’d catch him staring at you sometimes, but he’d always look away, expression unreadable. You tried dropping hints, but Seungmin was impossible to figure out. After a while, you convinced yourself that he just didn’t like you the way you liked him. If he did, he would’ve said something by now, right?

Which is why you were sitting in a cafe right now with Jisoo. He was nice. Easy-going, and he’d made it clear early on that he liked you. So you thought, maybe if you gave someone else a chance, you could get over Seungmin. Maybe Jisoo could be the person to help you move on.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you glanced down, unlocking it to see the message.

Seungmin:

Where are you?

read 18:40

You bit your lip, glancing up at Jisoo, who was rambling on about his plans for the weekend. He didn’t seem to notice that you were distracted.

You:

Out with a friend. Why?

read 18:42

There was a long pause. You could see the three dots blinking at the bottom of the screen, then disappearing, and then blinking again. Finally, his reply came.

Seungmin:

Never mind.

read 18:51

You frowned at the message. What was that about? For some reason, your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly shoved your phone back into your bag, determined to focus on Jisoo. This was good. It was a step in the right direction.

But that lingering feeling in your chest didn’t go away.

The next few days were strange.

Seungmin was everywhere, as usual—at mutual gatherings, in your group chat, sending memes to everyone except you. But there was something off. He wasn’t talking to you like he normally did, barely even acknowledging your existence. Every time you entered the room, he found an excuse to leave. When you tried to talk to him, he’d give one-word answers or act like he hadn’t heard you.

It stung.

By the third day, you were sure something was seriously wrong. Seungmin never ignored you like this before. Had you done something wrong? Said something that pissed him off?

Your phone buzzed again. It was a message from Jisoo, asking you to hang out tomorrow. You sighed, scrolling through your chat history with Seungmin, hoping to find a clue as to why he was acting this way.

But there was nothing.

Frustrated, you typed out a message to him, your fingers trembling slightly.

You:

Hey. Are you mad at me or something? You’ve been ignoring me for days. Did I do something?

seen 10:37

You stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear. Nothing. Seungmin had seen your message, but there was no response.

Your heart sank. You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t care, but the truth was, you did. More than you wanted to admit.

That night, it rained. Hard.

You sat in your living room, the sound of raindrops pelting against the window almost soothing. The TV was on, but you weren’t paying attention, your mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Seungmin.

Your phone vibrated on the couch beside you, and for a moment, you thought it was Jisoo. But when you glanced at the screen, your heart stopped.

Seungmin:

We need to talk. Now.

seen 21:50

You blinked at the message, not sure how to respond.

You:

Okay? About what?

seen 21:51

This time, the response was immediate.

Seungmin:

About you. And Jisoo.

seen 21:51

Your chest tightened. Why would Seungmin care about that? Did he…? No. He couldn’t possibly—

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Startled, you jumped up from the couch, heart racing. You weren’t expecting anyone.

But when you opened the door, there he was—Seungmin, soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from the edges of his jacket.

“Seungmin?” you gasped, eyes wide. “What are you doing here? You’re soaking wet!”

He ignored your concern, stepping inside without invitation. His dark eyes bore into yours, and for the first time in days, he wasn’t avoiding you. No, he was looking right at you, as if he’d been holding something in for too long and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice tight with frustration.

You blinked, confused. “Tell you what?”

“About Jisoo,” he spat out, like the name itself was poison on his tongue.

You stared at him, speechless. “What… What does Jisoo have to do with anything?”

Seungmin’s jaw clenched, and he ran a hand through his wet hair, his chest heaving. “Everything! How long have you been seeing him?”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. He knew? How did he even—?

“That’s none of your business, Seungmin!” you shot back, feeling a surge of anger. “Why do you care?”

“Why do I care?” Seungmin laughed, but there was no humor in it. Just bitterness. “Because you’re seeing someone else. Because I thought you were—fuck, I don’t even know what I thought. But I didn’t think you’d just go off and start dating someone else.”

“You never said anything!” you shouted, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You never showed any sign that you liked me, Seungmin. I’ve been waiting for months, hoping you’d do something, but you didn’t! So I moved on.”

Seungmin stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The rain was still pouring outside, thunder rumbling in the distance, but the storm inside your apartment was far worse.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Seungmin whispered, taking a step closer to you. “I liked you, Y/N. I liked you so much that it scared the shit out of me. But I didn’t want to ruin anything between us, so I held back.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He… liked you? This whole time?

“I thought you didn’t like me,” you said, your voice breaking. “You never showed it.”

“I thought I had time,” Seungmin admitted, his voice low. “I thought if I waited long enough, I’d figure out how to tell you. But when I found out about Jisoo… I realized I didn’t have time. You’re slipping away from me.”

You stood frozen, your heart racing as the weight of his words settled in. You weren’t sure how to process any of this.

“I was trying to get over you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to be any louder.

Seungmin took another step forward, so close now that you could see the raindrops clinging to his lashes. “And now?”

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “Now… I don’t know.”

Seungmin’s expression softened, and his hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek. The warmth of his palm against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart pounded so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

“Tell me to leave, and I will,” Seungmin murmured, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “Tell me to walk away, and I won’t bother you again.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Instead, you found yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

That was all Seungmin needed.

He closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with an urgency that took your breath away. His hands were in your hair, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your fingers clutching the fabric of his wet jacket.

The kiss was desperate, like he was making up for all the time he’d lost. And in that moment, everything else faded away—the rain, Jisoo, the doubts that had plagued you for so long. It was just you and Seungmin, tangled up in each other, finally giving in to what had been building between you for months.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, Seungmin rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?”

You let out a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. “Yeah. You have.”

Seungmin pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours. “So… where do we go from here?”

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t felt in a long time. “We figure it out. Together.”

Seungmin grinned, his dimples making your heart do a somersault. “Together, huh?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

[ariichive]

crossed wires

k. kenma ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹🍒

fluff | misunderstandings (nothing serious) | reader has a rbf | mutual pining | cursing | fem. reader

this is a cute idea i had; i thought kenma would be a good fit for this ;p

"kenma, how do you not see what everyone else does?"

kuroo's teasing voice rung through Kenya's mind. it was like an alarm going off on an early school day. please, just be quiet. kenma stared at the giant 'GAME OVER' on his console; his irritation with his best friend seemingly growing.

"clearly, you're not seeing correctly. you sure your hair isn't cutting off any brain cells?" kenma mumbled as he pettily shut off his console. his eyebrow twitching when he heard the familiar snicker from the tall captain next to him.

"dude.. that's like.. not possible."

kenma did not have the energy to respond.

the two friends continued on their walk home after a long practice. kuroo, the whole walk there, had been nonstop bickering about the 'not so obvious but totally obvious' admirer he had: (name). admirer was not the term he would use. if anything, it was more like a butcherer stranded on a meat farm with nothing but a meat saw and an empty stomach. maybe even like one of the villains from his game; the ones with a deep rooted trauma causing an untamable hatred for the player. well, in kenma's case he was the poor player and you were the villain.

it all started in the beginning of the new school year. new faces in a new classroom. usually, kenma never really paid attention to his classmates. sure, he gave them a typical rundown and would decide to judge them based on first impressions for the rest of their lives. then boom, he would eventually forget their names come the second week of school. they didn't talk to him, he didn't talk to them.

that was hard to do when you, a classmate who sat diagonally behind him, would constantly feel stares at the back of his head. one time, he seen the reflection of your murderous gaze in his gaming console and he damn near flinched.

did he accidentally do something to you in the past? he tried to put a name to the girl with (eye color) eyes and (lip color) lips, but nothing was ringing a bell in his head.

because of this, he started to pay more attention to you.

when lunch would roll around, you would become joyful with friends, a rather pretty smile on your face. this was when he heard one of them say your name in a fit of laughter. (name). he repeated a few times in his head. kenma thought it was a nice change of scenery; his heart even skipped a little. and then when you felt eyes on you, turning and making eye contact with the quiet boy in your class, your face dropped.

it looked like a mix of both fear and absolute horror before morphing into a stone faced, angry expression.

yeah, you definitely hated him.

at first, he kept these interactions a secret from kuroo; truly not wanting to become a victim to the already relentless teasing.

until the one day you so happened to take the same train as them. today just had to be different.

kenma was set on ignoring you. he was locked into his video game: a PVP fighting game with unlockable characters and an online ranking system. kuroo usually would have ignored kenma's gaming; it was second nature to him after all. but of course, today was different.

"care to tell me why you're playing an online game with no internet?" kuroo pointed out as he stared at the constant loading circle making zero progress on kenma's screen.

kenma snapped out of whatever trance he was in and looked up at his friend with wide eyes. "...no." kuroo hummed in response, taking a quick look around the train. that is when he seen a sight that he never thought he'd witness. a girl staring at kenma with practical hearts in her eyes.

"kenma.. that girl is totally checking you out."

kenma's face contorted into one of disgust and confusion as he looked in the direction kuroo was only to make eye contact with you.

"kuroo, if that's how girls look at you i think you're never going to get married." kenma quickly shook his head and avoided looking back at you with everything in his body. "what? i know what i'm talking about. listen to me, i'm older and wiser." kuroo smirked arrogantly.

"she is the definition of if looks could kill."

"so you think she's pretty?"

kenma paused, his brain not really processing kuroo's words.

"that's not what i..."

pretty?

he hesitantly glanced at you again. with a closer look, he noticed how you fiddled with your hair when you looked at him. the way brows were furrowed, and the way your leg bounced.

it kinda looked like.. you were nervous?

"...meant?"

by the time he realized how long he was looking at you, his stop was already here, leading to his current predicament of kuroo's constant teasing and shitty advice.

"he.. HE DEFINITELY LIKES ME!"

you screamed into your pillow with a heated face. after rolling around for a few minutes to calm yourself down, you laid on your bed facing your ceiling.

you first noticed kenma during a rather boring lesson. the teacher's voice was draining all your energy, and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open. your eyes found focus on the boy in front of you, who had bleached hair and questionable posture.

he was playing a video game hidden in a book on his desk. you glanced up at the teacher one more time, making sure he was distracted. you watched as the boy played effortlessly through levels of a game you didn't know the name of.

before you knew it.. the school day ended.

it became a ritual for you, staring at his game after lazily taking notes. it came to the point where it felt like you were playing the game yourself. every time he would die and have to restart, you felt the anger and frustration for him.

a character would die? you'd silently weep for the fallen character since it seemed like he didn't give a fuck. and if he did, he wasn't one to show it casually on his face.

the most he ever showed (that you noticed, anyway) were subtle stretches of his legs, a twitch in his finger, and a knuckle pop.

or when he won after a tedious battle a sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping.

so maybe your facial expressions were a bit.. emotional compared to his and definitely not as subtle.

it didn't help that whenever the boy, who's name you learned was kenma, would look at you, your body immediately froze and you tried to get your face as normal looking as possible; not realizing what might've seemed normal to you was terrifying to kenma.

he wouldn't hold eye contact for so long before going back to whatever he was doing, much to your pleasure.

the train ride today was a change in your relationship with kenma.

why didn't he look away like normal?

it was a change yes, but not a bad one.

with delusional friends encouraging the idea, you've come to the conclusion that kenma kozume has a crush on you.

sure, maybe you were exaggerating. but any high school girl would, it's part of growing up! you justified this in your head.

and maybe you weren't too far off from the truth. his sneak glances during the school day allowed him to see the happy expression on your face when he reached an ending of the game. the look of anticipation when he was going through his game library; trying to find a new game to play after beating the last.

one he liked most, though, was the look of shock when he angled his console perfectly out of view from the teacher, but in a position for you to see more clearly.

pls reblog and like if u enjoyed it!

kinda proof read kinda didn't lol sorry 4 any errors

[chrollogy]

𐙚 YUE’S MASTERLIST

notes: MDNI. this isn’t a complete list of my works, drabbles/thirsts can be found under my brainrot tag. divider: cafekitsune.

—this post includes writings for the following fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Genshin Impact, Hunter x Hunter, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Obey Me!

HAIKYUU!!

From Me To You Miya Atsumu (short series)

synopsis: A spontaneous winter break trip to Shizuoka with your friends strains your sanity as you try to keep your uncontrollable feelings for Miya Atsumu at bay.

tags: college au, requited unrequited love, mutual pining, fluff, angst, light smut

Limelight Miya Atsumu (short series)

synopsis: An inebriated one night stand in the City of Love with a mystery man loops you into the shackles of a chaotic scandal after finding out that he’s a professional volleyball player for the MSBY Black Jackals, and also a part of the men’s national olympic volleyball team. This wouldn’t be a huge problem if the tabloids didn’t stir up rumours about your relationship with a co-artist months prior. Now, the media thinks you’re a cheater.

With your reputation on the line as Japan’s treasured artist, you’re forced to navigate through the ropes of publicity stunts with Miya Atsumu—acting like a make-believe sugary couple under the watchful gaze of newshounds, and observant fans until the scandal dies down. It’s all strictly business until feelings get involved.

tags: fake dating au, pop artist!reader, requited unrequited love, mutual pining, fluff, angst, explicit smut

Signed: Lovesick Fool Iwaizumi Hajime (mini series)

synopsis: After a sudden realisation that you’re in love with your best friend, you use the university confessions page as an outlet for your feelings which draws the attention of the campus. But as you write more, Iwaizumi can’t help but connect the dots, soon coming to a conclusion that he’s the topic of the recent popular anonymous confessions.

OR, All it takes are three anonymous love confessions for Iwaizumi Hajime to figure out that they’re about him.

tags: college au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff

Just A Little Longer Miya Atsumu

synopsis: The moment Atsumu asked you to come over, he knew he was hopelessly in love with you, especially after stupidly confessing his true feelings mid-orgasm. Though, he couldn’t help but lie about it just to keep you, even for a little longer.

tags: friends with benefits, unrequited feelings, hurt/no comfort, explicit smut, angst

Eighteen Thousand Kilometres Oikawa Tooru

synopsis: Your high school lover suddenly breaks up with you to chase his career in another continent. Ten years later, you unexpectedly bump into him, and feelings that were once buried with time resurface once again but you know better than to let it consume you.

tags: ex lover!oikawa, breakup, angst, hurt/no comfort, light smut

A Lover’s Unwritten Script Kuroo Tetsurou

synopsis: A-list actor, Kuroo Tetsurou—your ex lover—is still shamelessly in love with you. It doesn’t help how the intimate scenes you film together feels like a trip down to memory lane where you held each other’s hearts in the past. Despite Kuroo’s best efforts to keep the bubbling feelings at bay, he shamelessly bares the truth that lay inside his heart during a private rehearsal with you—in hopes to rekindle the once passionate relationship you two shared.

tags: actor au, ex-lover!kuroo, implied breakup, mutual pining, exes to lovers, light angst, explicit smut, fluff

Sunset Dreams Kageyama Tobio

synopsis: The tall, raven-haired surf instructor catches your attention during a private surfing lesson with your friends but due to circumstances, there was no space for small talk. Later that afternoon, you cross paths once again at a beach club—a sign from the universe to grab the opportunity, and get to know him better. This quickly leads to a turn of events where you both end up naked in bed, and eager to explore each other’s bodies but there’s just one thing though, he’s a virgin.

tags: beach au, surf instructor!/surfer!kageyama, alcohol use, beach romance, explicit smut, virginity loss (m)

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GENSHIN IMPACT

Epitome of Sin Zhongli, Neuvillette

synopsis: Neuvillette doesn’t know why he agreed to such a brazen proposal from his lover—that is, to sit and watch while the ex-Geo Archon shamelessly takes you for his pleasure.

tags: cuckolding, explicit smut, masturbation (m)

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HUNTER X HUNTER

My Turn Hisoka Morow

synopsis: Hisoka turns into a complete mess all because of a strap on.

tags: pegging/use of strap on, bottom!hisoka, top!reader, porn without plot, explicit smut

The Cost Of Devotion Chrollo Lucilfer

synopsis: When Chrollo Lucilfer is assigned to go undercover, and kill a billionaire’s daughter, he finds himself breaking the most sacred rule of the underworld—that there should be no feelings involved. The consequences of his actions backs Chrollo into a corner where he has to choose between fulfilling his job or following his heart at a risky price.

tags: undercover assassin!chrollo, bodyguard!chrollo, billionaire’s daughter!reader, dark content, angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, soft smut

Seconds Away From Insanity Chrollo Lucilfer

synopsis: Cockwarming Chrollo, ‘nuff said.

tags: cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, porn without plot, explicit smut

Silken Web Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morow

synopsis: Hisoka’s ‘generosity’ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after he’s seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuck—he has his ways, he always does.

tags: cuckolding (hisoka), voyeurism, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, anal (f), edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, porn without plot, explicit smut

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

Moon Tie Geto Suguru

synopsis: During a private session with your rigger—Suguru Getou—you tell him to tie you up naked, and it takes all his professionalism not to take you right then and there.

tags: rigger!geto, bottom!reader, exhibitionism, japanese bondage (shibari/kinbaku), semi-public sex, explicit smut

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OBEY ME!

The Act of Spite Satan, Lucifer

synopsis: The Avatar of Wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to Lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it.

tags: exhibitionism, established relationship with Satan, semi-public sex, explicit smut, masturbation (m)

More, More, More Mammon

synopsis: One orgasm is never enough for Mammon, he’s greedy for it. Well, he’s the Avatar of Greed after all. He lives up to the name, of course, proudly so.

tags: explicit smut, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, demon fucking, cum eating

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© chrollogy | don’t repost/translate my works.

[konigceo]

the new and improved freddy fazbear's pizzeria graves fic !

tw : afab!reader, implications of pregnancy (very very minimal), mutual breeding kink (??), out of character graves, graves has a little sister, around 6-7

graves has 2 things that he loves in this world. the first is his family, and the second is you !! he prayed for so long that you and his family would get along, and you do !! his parents invites the two of you over for dinner all the time, you were even invited to his sister, lily's birthday party !!

graves is always so thankful that lily loves you, n seeing you with her gets him thinkin !! he secretly wants to start a family with you, give you the cutest kids :(( all he wants is to have a big family n a few dogs :( he's still a bit afraid to tell you this tho, he's afraid it'll scare you off, and what if you're not prepared :(

whatever the case is, he still loves to talk a whole lot, mumbling out "w'na make you full, baby," when he's about to blow his load :( his hips grind up against yours, his scarred hands moving to your cheeks. "wanna give you the cutest kids, sweetheart, let me, please?" you've never seen phil so desperate, and it gets your stomach tighten. you let out a quick nod, mind fogging up with pleasure :(

"w-words, baby, need words," phil slurs, his lips inches away from yours. you keep your whimpers to yourself, and muster out a pathetic, "p-please, wan' your kids, phil!" how can poor phil keep his composure when you beg so nicely for him :( his lips crash into yours, his tongue feeling like it's burning against yours. you clamp around phil, like you don't want him to pull out ! he didn't plan on it, his seed spilling inside your swollen cunt, truly filling you up♡

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time goes by, and you and graves are once again at his parents' home ! you see lily on the carpet, giggling with the family dog, and her head turning towards you once she hears the door creaking. she gasps out, "ahh! she's so cute!" lily reaches her hand out towards your little baby, swaddled up in a flower-printed blanket. you laugh out, smiling at lily, "mhm, lets go sit. you can hold her."

taglist : @coqvttes @riddler-zs @ange1ace @acinnamongirlsdiary @sopplle @angelicful

p.s. : not sure if the tag was wanted but uhm here's the graves fic !! @puff0o0

[maniiaccs]

Echoes of silence

Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader.

In Which: JJ reunites with her first love in a unusual way.

tw:violece.

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The late afternoon sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a soft orange glow through the windows of the BAU jet. Jennifer Jareau sat in one of the leather seats, her gaze fixed on the file in her lap, though she wasn’t really seeing the words. The faces of the victims stared back at her, each one hauntingly familiar, each one drawing her deeper into a past she had tried to leave behind.

“Another one,” Hotch said as he approached her, his voice low, his expression grim. “We just got the call. A fourth victim.”

JJ’s heart sank. She had been afraid of this. Afraid that the unsub was accelerating, getting bolder. Afraid that her past was catching up with her in the worst possible way.

“Same MO?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Hotch nodded. “Young woman, early thirties, found in a remote location. No signs of a struggle. She was killed quickly and efficiently.”

JJ closed her eyes, the image of the latest victim flashing in her mind’s eye. She didn’t need to see the crime scene photos to know what the woman looked like. The unsub had a type, and that type was disturbingly close to one person she had been thinking about more and more since the case began.

The team had been working the case for days, chasing leads that led nowhere, piecing together a profile that was as elusive as the killer himself. The victims—four women now—all shared similar physical characteristics: blonde hair, blue eyes, around JJ’s height, with a quiet demeanor that suggested they were easy targets. But there was something more. Something personal.

JJ felt a cold knot of dread tighten in her chest as she considered the implications. The unsub wasn’t just killing women who looked like her. He was killing women who looked like ____.

It had been years since JJ had last seen you, years since she had chosen the BAU over the relationship that had meant everything to her. You had been her first real love, the one person who understood her in ways no one else could. But the job had demanded more and more of her time, her energy, until there was nothing left to give. The decision to leave had been mutual, but the pain of it still lingered, a dull ache in her heart that never fully went away.

And now, with each new victim, that ache was turning into a sharp, desperate fear. Fear that you were in danger. Fear that she was already too late.

“JJ?” Hotch’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She forced herself to meet his gaze. “I… I think I know why the unsub is choosing these victims.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“They look like someone I used to know,” JJ admitted, her voice tight with emotion. “Someone I was close to. I think the unsub is targeting women who resemble her.”

Hotch’s expression darkened. “Have you contacted her?”

JJ shook her head. “Not yet. I didn’t want to believe it was connected. But now… I have to.”

“Do it,” Hotch said firmly. “We can’t take any chances. If she’s a potential target, we need to keep her safe.”

JJ nodded, her mind racing as she pulled out her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating for just a moment before she dialed your number. The phone rang once, twice, three times, before going to voicemail. Your voice, still so familiar, filled her ears.

“Hey, it’s _____. Leave a message.”

JJ’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She had imagined this moment so many times, but it had never been like this. Never with a sense of urgency that made her chest feel tight, her pulse race.

“_____,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s JJ. I… I need to talk to you. It’s important. Please call me back as soon as you get this.”

She ended the call and let out a shaky breath, her mind already spinning with worst-case scenarios. What if the unsub had already found you? What if he was watching you right now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?

The thought made her feel sick.

“JJ, what’s going on?” Morgan’s voice interrupted her thoughts, concern etched on his face as he approached.

JJ looked up at him, struggling to keep her emotions in check. “I think the unsub is after someone I know. Someone I used to… care about.”

Morgan’s expression softened. “You should tell us everything. We need to know who she is, where she is.”

JJ nodded. “Her name is ____. We… we were together a long time ago. She lives in New York now, but I haven’t spoken to her in years. I’m afraid the unsub is going after women who look like her.”

Morgan’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t press her for more details. “We’ll do everything we can to find him before he gets to her. But you need to make sure she’s safe, JJ. She’s the key to this.”

JJ knew he was right, but the weight of the situation was almost too much to bear. She had left you behind to protect you, to focus on the job. But now, that decision felt like a mistake, one that could cost you your life.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her from her thoughts. Your name flashed on the screen, and JJ’s heart leapt into her throat as she answered.

“_____?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“JJ,” you replied, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. “What’s going on? Why did you call?”

JJ closed her eyes, struggling to find the right words. “I need you to listen to me, okay? There’s… there’s someone out there, and I think he’s targeting women who look like you. I need you to be careful. I’m coming to see you.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and JJ could practically hear the wheels turning in your mind.

“JJ, what are you talking about? What do you mean he’s targeting women who look like me?” you asked, your voice rising with a mix of fear and confusion.

JJ swallowed hard, trying to keep the panic from creeping into her voice. “I don’t have all the details yet, but I know you’re in danger. Please, just… trust me on this. I’ll explain everything when I get there.”

Another pause, then a sigh. “Okay. I trust you.”

The relief that washed over JJ was almost overwhelming. “Thank you. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just stay somewhere safe, and don’t go anywhere alone.”

“I will,” you promised. “Just… hurry, okay?”

“I will,” JJ repeated, her heart aching with the knowledge that she had dragged you into this nightmare.

As she ended the call, she looked up at Morgan, who had been silently watching the exchange. “I’m going to need your help on this.”

“Anything you need,” he said without hesitation. “We’ll find this guy, JJ. I promise.”

JJ nodded, but the knot of fear in her chest only tightened. She had to believe they would catch the unsub before he got to you, but the clock was ticking, and every second felt like an eternity.

The drive to your apartment was a blur. JJ barely registered the passing scenery, her mind consumed by thoughts of you. Memories of your time together flashed in her mind—late-night conversations, quiet moments of laughter, the way you’d look at her with so much trust, so much love. And then the memory of the day she walked away, the pain in your eyes as she explained that she couldn’t do both, couldn’t have both.

JJ clenched the steering wheel, guilt gnawing at her insides. She had left to protect you, to keep you from being dragged into the darkness that consumed her life at the BAU. But now that darkness had found you anyway, and she wasn’t sure she could live with herself if something happened to you.

When she finally reached your building, the sun had set, and the city was bathed in a cool, twilight glow. JJ parked and rushed inside, her heart pounding with each step. The elevator ride felt agonizingly slow, every second stretching out as her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

The door to your apartment was slightly ajar when she reached it, and JJ’s blood ran cold. She pushed the door open, her hand instinctively going to the gun at her side as she stepped inside.

“_____?” she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space.

Silence.

JJ’s heart hammered in her chest as she moved through the apartment, her senses on high alert. The living room was empty, the kitchen undisturbed. But when she reached the bedroom, she froze.

The bed was neatly made, but there was something on the pillow—a small, rectangular object wrapped in plain brown paper. JJ’s stomach twisted with dread as she approached it, her hands shaking slightly as she picked it up.

She carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing a photograph. It was a picture of you, taken recently, judging by the clothes you were wearing. The angle was close, too close, as if the photographer had been standing just a few feet away from you.

On the back of the photo, in messy handwriting, was a single sentence: So close, yet so far.

JJ’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the words, her pulse pounding in her ears. The photo slipped from her trembling fingers and fluttered to the floor, landing face down on the carpet. The words felt like a taunt, a cruel reminder that she was too late.

Panic surged through her as she grabbed her phone, quickly dialing your number again. Each ring felt like a lifetime. When your voicemail picked up again, JJ’s heart sank deeper into her chest.

“_____, please call me as soon as you get this,” she said, her voice tight with fear. “I’m at your apartment, but you’re not here. Please, just let me know you’re okay. I’m going to find you, I promise.”

She ended the call and forced herself to focus, to push back the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm her. There had to be something here, some clue as to where you had gone. JJ scanned the room, looking for anything out of place, anything that might give her a lead.

Then she saw it—your laptop, still open on the desk by the window. The screen was black, but when JJ touched the trackpad, the screen lit up, revealing an open email. It was from an unknown sender, the subject line blank. The message itself was short, just a set of instructions and an address.

JJ’s eyes widened as she read the message, the fear in her chest sharpening into a cold, hard dread. The address was in an industrial area on the outskirts of the city, a place she knew well from the case files. It was where the last victim had been found.

The unsub had lured you there. He wanted JJ to follow.

Without wasting another second, JJ grabbed her phone and called Hotch. The moment he answered, she relayed the situation in clipped, urgent tones.

“He’s taken her, Hotch. I know where he’s keeping her.”

“We’re on our way,” Hotch replied, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t engage until we get there, JJ. We’ll handle this together.”

JJ knew he was right, but every instinct in her body screamed at her to go now, to get to you before it was too late. She ended the call and took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to make a mistake, not when your life was on the line.

She raced back to her car, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and determination. She wasn’t going to lose you—not like this. Not when she had a chance to make things right.

The drive to the address felt both agonizingly slow and terrifyingly fast. JJ’s mind raced with scenarios, each one worse than the last. She tried to push them aside, focusing instead on the memory of your voice, your smile, the way you had always looked at her with such unwavering trust. She had to believe that she could save you, that she wasn’t too late.

The industrial area was dark and deserted when she arrived, the buildings looming like silent sentinels in the night. JJ parked her car and grabbed her gun, her heart pounding as she approached the building. It was an old warehouse, the windows boarded up, the door slightly ajar.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself as she stepped inside. The air was thick with the smell of dust and oil, and the only light came from a few flickering bulbs hanging from the ceiling. JJ moved cautiously, her senses on high alert as she swept the area.

“_____!” she called out, her voice echoing in the empty space.

There was no response, only the sound of her own footsteps echoing off the walls. JJ’s grip on her gun tightened as she moved deeper into the building, her eyes scanning every shadow, every corner.

Then she heard it—a faint noise, like a muffled cry. JJ’s heart leapt into her throat as she followed the sound, her pace quickening. She rounded a corner and froze.

There you were, tied to a chair in the center of the room, your hands bound behind your back, a strip of duct tape covering your mouth. Your eyes were wide with fear, but the moment you saw JJ, that fear shifted to something else—relief, hope.

“_____,” JJ breathed, rushing forward. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her hands shaking as she reached for the tape. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m going to get you out of here.”

But before she could remove the tape, she felt the cold press of metal against the back of her neck. The click of a gun’s safety being released echoed in the silence, freezing her in place.

“Drop the gun,” a voice hissed from behind her. “Or she dies.”

JJ’s blood turned to ice as she slowly raised her hands, letting her gun fall to the floor. It clattered against the concrete, the sound reverberating through the empty space.

“Good,” the voice said, satisfaction dripping from the word. “Now stand up, nice and slow.”

JJ did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the unsub’s presence behind her, could sense the cruel anticipation in the air. He had been waiting for this, for the moment when he could finally confront her face to face.

“Turn around,” he ordered, the gun still pressed to her neck.

JJ turned slowly, her eyes locking onto the unsub’s. He was younger than she had expected, with a sharp, angular face and cold, calculating eyes. There was a sick kind of satisfaction in his expression, a twisted delight in the power he held over her.

“Why are you doing this?” JJ demanded, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. “What do you want?”

The unsub’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “I want you to suffer,” he said simply. “The way I’ve suffered. The way you made me suffer.”

JJ frowned, trying to make sense of his words. “I don’t even know you.”

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he sneered, his grip on the gun tightening. “You ruined my life, Agent Jareau. You took away everything that mattered to me.”

The realization hit JJ like a punch to the gut. She had seen that look before, in the eyes of the families of the unsubs they had taken down. The anger, the bitterness, the desire for revenge. This man wasn’t just a random killer—he was the son of one of the men the BAU had put away. One of the men she had helped bring to justice.

“You’re Robert Lincoln’s son,” JJ said, the pieces finally falling into place.

The unsub’s eyes flashed with rage. “He was all I had! And you took him away from me! You took him away, and now I’m going to take everything from you.”

JJ’s heart raced as she glanced at you, still tied to the chair, your eyes wide with terror. She had to find a way out of this, had to find a way to get you to safety. But with the gun pressed to her neck, her options were limited.

“What about her?” JJ asked, nodding towards you. “she had nothing to do with this. Let her go. This is between you and me.”

The unsub laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I know how this works. You’re the one who taught me, after all. Hurt the ones they care about the most, and you can break anyone.”

JJ’s blood ran cold. “Don’t do this,” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “It won’t bring your father back.”

“No,” he agreed, his voice low and menacing. “But it will make you feel the same pain I’ve felt every day since you took him from me.”

In one swift motion, the unsub shoved JJ to the ground, the gun now aimed directly at you. JJ scrambled to her feet, her heart in her throat as she saw the terror in your eyes.

“Please, don’t!” she cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. “I’ll do anything—just don’t hurt her!”

The unsub smirked, savoring the power he held over her. “Begging already, Agent Jareau? I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

JJ’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, a way to get to you before it was too late. But before she could move, she heard the distant sound of footsteps, faint but unmistakable. The team was closing in.

The unsub heard it too. His eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer to you, his finger tightening on the trigger. JJ’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was about to do.

“No!” she screamed, lunging forward.

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, a deafening crack that seemed to freeze time. JJ’s world narrowed to a single point, her eyes locked on you as she watched in horror, praying that she wasn’t too late.

But the sound of a body hitting the floor wasn’t yours—it was the unsub’s. JJ blinked in shock, her heart still racing as she realized what had happened. The team had arrived just in time. Morgan’s shot had taken down the unsub, his body crumpling to the ground, the gun slipping from his lifeless hand.

JJ rushed to you, her hands shaking as she tore away the tape over your mouth and untied your hands. The moment you were free, you threw yourself into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” JJ murmured, holding you tightly, her own tears spilling over. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

You clung to her, your body trembling with the aftershocks of terror. JJ pressed her forehead against yours, her heart still pounding in her chest. She could feel the warmth of your breath against her skin, the steady thrum of your pulse beneath her fingertips. You were alive. You were safe.

The rest of the team moved swiftly, securing the scene and confirming that the unsub was indeed dead. Hotch approached JJ, his expression a mixture of relief and concern.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

JJ nodded, though she wasn’t sure if she really believed it. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion and the lingering terror of how close she had come to losing you. “Yeah. Thanks for getting here in time.”

Hotch gave her a small, reassuring nod. “We’ll take care of everything here. You should get her out of here, JJ. Take her somewhere safe.”

JJ glanced down at you, still wrapped in her arms, your grip on her as tight as if you were afraid to let go. She didn’t blame you. The ordeal had been horrifying, and she knew it would take time for both of you to process what had happened.

“Come on,” JJ whispered, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded, letting her guide you out of the warehouse and into the cool night air. The team’s vehicles were parked outside, the flashing lights casting long shadows on the ground. JJ helped you into the passenger seat of her car before sliding in behind the wheel. For a moment, she just sat there, her hands gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady herself.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked softly, turning to look at you.

“Anywhere,” you replied, your voice hoarse from crying. “Just… stay with me.”

JJ reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[kiibichio]

PLAY DATE 2. 𐙚 ❤︎ M. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and matt get into a heated argument over your ‘friends with benefits’ deal, how will it end ?? (good ending i promise)

CONTAINS ;; angst, fluff, good ending !! (that’s it?)

momo speaks ;; PART TWO OF THISSS. this was so fun to writeee. I HOPE U GUYS REALLY LIKED IT BC I WORKED HARDD MAN I WAS BREAKING A SWEAT OVER HERE (but kinda rushed). enjoy !! (PART ONE HERE <33)

date published ;; 02.20.24

not proofread !!

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6:49 pm.

“are you serious? you just told me you ‘missed me so much’, but you’re letting me leave just like that? am i just some sort of play date to you?” i ask, sitting up. anger, sadness and confusion written all over my face.

maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

matt goes silent for a while, then speaks up.

“you do realize that when we started this we both mutually agreed to have no feelings right?” he says, trying to keep his cool

“well- i mean yeah, but-” i try to speak

“then what makes you think i want to be something more?” he cuts me off. he stands up and starts to get dressed.

“matt. good fucking god, i mean you just have sex with me that damn near kick me out?”

tears start filling my eyes. shit.

“yeah!” he exclaims sarcastically “i do because when we established this, i told you i didnt want a fucking relationship. we’re just friends that just so happen to fuck.” matt raises his voice at me.

then the water works break. goddammit.

i wipe my eyes before speaking up, “okay then… if that’s how you want it to be, then we can end this shit right fucking now. im not gonna allow myself to be used like some damn sex toy.”

“wait.. y/n- c’mon i didn’t mean it like that.” matt tries to explain, regretting what he had just said.

“oh no. i fully understand what you meant,” i reply, now getting dressed.

“fuck..” he mumbles under his breath, but still loud enough for me to hear.

“that’s all you have to say?” i stand up after putting my shoes on, crossing my arms in front of the bedroom door.

matt goes silent.

“oh, what? we’re mute now? real cute.” i ask sarcastically before storming out the room. he follows behind me, trying to explain himself with ‘y/n this!’ and ‘y/n that!’ but i easily tune him out.

as i reach the front door, it starts to open.

it’s just chris and nick, i give a small wave and quickly pass by them and start walking to my house.

ill be damned if i ever let somebody treat me like this shit again.

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an hour later, i get a knock on my door. dear lord, who is it now? i walk over to the front door and open it.

matt’s on the other side.

“hey.. forgot your phone…” he says sheepishly, handing it over to me.

“mhm. thanks.” i answer. i start to close the door before he pushes it open again.

“can i… come in?” he asks

“why? so you can screw me over again? no thanks.”

“y/n. im serious. please?”

i can tell he’s serious, but im still hesitant.

i sigh and open the door wider to let him enter.

he makes his way to the couch, while i lock the door and follow behind him, but sitting on the opposite side of him.

there’s a few moments of uncomfortable silence.

“just gonna sit there?”

he lets out a deep breath, “listen, i’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. i didn’t take your feelings into consideration and i clearly wasn’t thinking in that moment.” matt explains sincerely.

“i accept your apology. and i understand, but now that my secrets out, we cant keep doing this. it’s just- not.. right.” i shake my head

“that’s another thing i wanted to talk about. it’s not that i don’t like you.. i do- it’s just…” he sighs

“what, matt? you can talk to me. we’re still friends.” i speak. i move closer to him and put my hand on top of his.

“ive been extremely busy lately. flying back and forth, videos, podcasts, everything. its just a lot to handle and im not sure im ready for commitment. so its not a no.. its just a ‘not now.’” he looks at me.

after he said that, i felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. i needed that sense of reassurance. but now i feel like the asshole. i should’ve thought about him too.

“that’s perfectly fine, matt. i can handle that.” i start to smile, “ill wait for you, matt. take as much time as you need.”

he hugs me and i can feel his face growing into a soft smile against my shoulder.

“thank you, y/n.”

4 months later ;;

“matt! baby, i missed you so much!!” i say, leaping in his arms as he walks out into the airport parking lot towards my car. i attack him with kisses all over his face and hug him just a bit too tight.

“too tight, my love.” he says almost out of breath.

“it’s not my fault, this is the first time you’ve ever left me like this! i just really, really missed you.” i exclaim, letting go of him.

“you’re so extra.” he chuckles

okay that first part was a partial lie, but it really is the first time he’s gone back to boston without his girlfriend of 2 months!

“can you two get a room? good fucking god.” nick says disgusted, chris nodding his head and agreeing with his brother.

me and matt both shoot them the middle finger and continue walking to the car.

he grabs my hand, “i missed you too, though baby. i was thinking about you the whole time. and…” he continues to tell me how much he had missed me and loves me.

best boyfriend ever.

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momo speaks (again) ;; ugh this was really rushed im sorry if it sucks 😭😭 BUT I GOT IT DONE. love you guys <3 hope you enjoyed !! TOODLES xx

tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog @mayhem-72 @hearts4chris 🍵

[be-ee]

𐙚 A sugared aroma fills the room…

Ft: Ayato x Fem!Reader

There were VERY few things Ayato had to worry about. Status? He was the head of the Kamisato Clan.

Fame? He was the head of the Kamisato clan.

Money? He was THE HEAD of the KAMISATO CLAN!

The only real problems that came up were with women, but even then he had no reason to be shy around them. He was handsome, he was strong, and his status gave him an edge over everyone else.

So what exactly is going on?

Your arrangement was nothing more than that of convenience. Whilst you played the role of a doting girlfriend, Ayato was shielded from the many inconveniences of blind date arrangements from the clan's elders. He could live his life without the constant nagging, and you got the chance to leech off his family fortune. It was a win-win situation.

So why exactly was this “Win-win” situation becoming so difficult?

Perhaps it was the way you seemed to glow with happiness the moment he entered a room? Or how you rushed to greet him with a smile; clumsily tripping on the hem of your kimono. Or maybe it was the bashful blush that spread across your cheeks when you would lean to kiss his cheek?

Regardless, it was all very distracting.

He would find himself looking out for you as you left for the morning, and the thought of you being gone made him uneasy. You were the last thing on his mind as he drifted to sleep at night.

You were the first thing he thought about as he awoke.

Your smile had become a part of him, and he didn't know what to do.

What was it that he wanted? What did he feel for you?

Ayato let out an exaggerated sigh in his office as he rubbed his temples.Look! He can’t even focus on his work now!

“Ayaka…” Ayato started. The girl sitting in his office lounge looked up from her embroidery.

“I- There is this man I’m acquainted with” He continued “He’s having some trouble with his partner…could you offer me your insight?” Ayaka tilted her head and set her embroidery down onto her lap.

Ayato nodded and continued.

"Well, they have a mutual understanding. Their relationship is beneficial to the both of them, and their partnership works well. But recently, there's been a shift in their dynamic...this man, he has become much more aware of his partner. He finds himself worrying about them, thinking about them constantly...he even looks forward to the time they spend together, and even more so when he can have time with them alone.”

Ayato leaned back into his chair and took a breath.

"It's been driving him crazy. He doesn't know what this means or how to act upon it. So...what would you say this meant?"

Ayaka looked up at her brother with a curious look before she giggled to herself."You can't really be that dense can you brother? That sounds like a classic case of puppy love!"

"P-puppy l-love!?" Ayato stammered.

"You have a crush brother!" Ayaka teased.

"Hah! Nonsense. Like I said, I was just asking for some insight for a friend.”Ayato turned his attention back to his paperwork and his sister, still grinning widely, continued her embroidery.

Puppy love? Ayato thought to himself.Him? How silly. A ghost of a smile gracing his lips at the mere thought of such ludicrousy. He could almost laugh

Ayaka lifted her head to look back at her brother. I guess he doesn't realize how red he is right now… She giggles…

Oh well

[shouyuus]

HIII RAIN!! I hope the new blog is treating you well ^u^ I adore your blog ahhh the theme is so cute!

Also I’ve been reading your Zoro series and have enjoyed it so much so far! Although that cliffhanger on part one is so cruel… I’m very excited to see what you have in store for us in the rest of the series!

zebra!!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ ur the first ask ever on this blog!!! congrats!!!

and thank you so much my love! i feel kinda bad cause the series will be split between my blogs (the same with my bday event) and i hope it doesn't create too much confusion, but!!! so far im LOVING the new blog -- it feels nice and fresh, i get to set everything up from the beginning the way i want to !!

[yarasdead]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 THERE SHE GOES.

bomens m.list matt dierkes x fem!plus size!reader

summary. a collection of headcanon of matty with his plus size girlfriend and their journey through friendship and their relationship.

―︎ warnings. pure fluff. friends to lovers. mean!matt but also matt being a softy who's whipped for his gf. reader is depicted to be feminine and wear dress and makeup. slight sexual innuendos. talks of body insecurities.

𐙚 ‧₊ ⋅ a message from yara. this is a request from a sweet anon. this request just ignited something in me and i got a little carried away (but what's new), i just love writing a man who's so deeply in love with his significant other 🥰 i also did not include any nsfw headcanons in this, but if you'd like to see any i am more than happy to deliver! anywho happy reading loves <3

BEFORE GETTING INTO A RELATIONSHIP

You and Matt would meet through mutual friends at a hangout. Exchanging phone numbers by the end of the night out of bonding over similar interests.

Matt’s sense of humor is one to digest, so he likes how you're able to keep up with him and his banter. But, there are times when his humor is just bullying (affectionate) and it gets you pouty.

"C’mon you know I'm playing. I don't mean any of it.”

The two of you definitely have dinners over at each other's places a few times a month and just do a movie marathon afterwards. and that includes the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Matt would not shut up about making you watch the movies if you've never seen them before. He definitely is the type of fan to be like “did you know…” throughout all of the movies just spewing facts.

Boo and Zeus adore you very much, makes Matt grumbly when they parade around you and only want your attention.

When his vegetables are ready to harvest for the season he gives you some from his garden!

You house sit and dog sit for him whenever he's on tour with Bad Omens. Sending him dog, plant, and garden check ins regularly.

On the front lines for protecting you always! If some asshole dares to put their hands on you or makes comments about your weight matt is there ready to fight back with words and his fist. And it's not because he doesn't think you can't defend yourself, he knows a lot of what you've gone through when it comes to your appearance, he just cares deeply about you and won't tolerate any disrespect towards you.

He's mean. If you're shorter than him he likes to steal an item from you and wave it above your head, making “encouraging” comments about how you can get the item back by lowering it just to yank it back up before you can snag it from his hand. If your taller he'll just take really random but specific items you'll eventually need and hide them and act innocent when you're looking for them. Like if you come over to his house and leave your keys out he'll hide them at the start and by the time you leave he'll just watch you search for them. Very much a dick move on his part but he likes to see you get frustrated, he thinks it's cute.

His list of things he's soft for is very short, but you happen to be on that list. The first time matt ever tells you how much you mean to him, as a friend, you fake being super shocked because he's so annoying and mean at times. But over the course of your friendship he softens up to you and pushes it down, like when the two of you are watching a movie and you keep sneaking closer to him, eventually pressed up against his side with your cheek pressed up against his shoulder. You end up falling asleep like that while the movie is still playing, and when it ends and Matt calls your name without an answer he looks to see your precious face slumped against him fast asleep with soft snores coming from your mouth and he just looks back to the movie title cards with a smile. He stays as still as possible to let you sleep, and that's the moment that it would all click in place for him.

When Matt confesses his feelings for you it was very spontaneous, for him and you. You had gone over to his place after work since it's on the way home and matt wanted to show you some new flowers he planted in his backyard.

“They’re really pretty, Matty.” You compliment the flowers, caressing on of the petals between your fingers.

“I think you're really pretty.” Matt blurts out.

You whip your head around to stare at him, thinking you heard him wrong.

“What?”

“I really like you. I have for awhile and it's taken me awhile to accept that, not because of anything pertaining to you, you're fucking flawless. I just don't want to fuck anything up between us by confessing my feelings,” you stare intently at him, waiting for him to continue. “You're a beautiful person, inside and out. And it makes me feel selfish that I want you all to myself, but I can't live with regret for not telling you how I feel.” He looks pale from his ramble, and you almost reach your hand out to touch his forehead to see if he's gone cold too.

“Please, say something.” He begs.

“I just- you've never been that sweet before and now you're begging me.” You joke, trying to make light of his confession to make it easier on you and him.

He groans your name. “Now's not the time for jokes, I just confessed and it's not looking too bright for me.”

You smile at worry, finding it cute. “I like you too Matt. You're so worried about me, but you don't realize that you're also charming. In you're own way, I might add, but it was pretty hard to not fall for you."

The two of you just stay staring at each other, mirroring each other with huge dorky smiles until you slowly inch closer. matt's hand find its way on your cheek.

"Can I?"

"Just kiss me already." You urge.

The kiss is soft and it makes you feel giddy when you two pull apart. Still embracing each other with your foreheads touching. Boo and Zeus erupt into the zoomies quickly after around the backyard, barking after each other.

Matt turns his head to them. "Yeah, I know. I got the girl, bubs." He gushes, looking back to you to leave another small kiss on your lips.

DURING RELATIONSHIP

Matt really isn't one to do super showy dates. But he's finally asking you to officially be his girlfriend and he wants it to be memorable, something the two of you can recount on when you tell your kids and grandkids about the official moment he made you his. All that Matt would tell you is to be ready by 7 for your dinner reservations at 7:30 and to be your cute self for him to pick you up, keeping the full date a mystery to you. And when you swing the door open to reveal yourself, he has the air taken from his lungs and fully considering cancelling plans.

"These are for you pretty." Handing you the bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You smile, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Thank you, Matty." Thanking him while your lips are still barely touching each others.

He looks down between your bodies, wanting to fully see you. "Give me a spin. Want to see you, Baby." He ask, the taste of your sweet lipgloss still on his lips.

You back up, giving him a spin with the flowers in your hand, complimenting the dress you're wearing.

"You like? Haven't gotten a chance to wear this dress yet."

"You know I love everything you wear with your sexy self."

He ends up taking you to a nice dinner at a nice restaurant to start out with. And now you two walk hand in hand, bellies full and content through the botanical garden. You gaze at everything in awe. It being nighttime the garden has light fixtures throughout to accentuate the florals and plants in the dark. The wander and enjoyment in your face is enough to keep Matt happy while the two of you walk, sometimes stopping when you want to take a pretty picture of a plant or Matt to show off his knowledge on certain plants. You stop by a fountain to stop for a moment.

"We should through a penny in." You say, reaching for your purse.

"A penny?"

"Yeah, like wish on a penny and then throw it in a fountain," explaining it to Matt. "It may come true." You tease.

Both of you wish on a penny and threw it into the fountain to meet with all the other coins at the bottom.

"What did you wish for?" He ask.

"That's the one thing you're not supposed to say. You of all people should know this."

"Yeah." He agrees, looking around to see if anyone else was near by, turning back to you when he spotted no one. "Well, I wished that you'd be my girlfriend."

He's not overtly into PDA, but he does love to have his hands on you at all times. Wether it's his arm that's slung over your shoulders, a hand on your thigh, an arm gripping tight on your plush hip, his knee pressed into yours as your sit next to each other, hands interlaced, or a hand on the small of your back. He's just always going to have to be touching you in some way.

It's amplified when the two of you are alone, he's coming up behind you at all times, hands sneaking around your waist and his head pushed into the crook of your neck, pressed up against each other on the couch with your legs on his lap, you pressed against his chest listening to his heart beat, or his secret personal favorite his head in your lap while you play with his hair.

Matt's nicknames for you are Baby, Babe, and Bubby, he uses them pretty interchangeably and they just roll off his tongue easily.

Matt loves cooking for you, and also with you if you enjoy cooking! He indulges in your cravings with you so you never fall into the guilt of simply having a craving for a certain food or snack.

Insecurities are normal, he knows this, and tries his best to help you through those moments whenever you're feeling down about yourself. Reminding you that your are far more than you appearance and that people who dare judge you are assholes who will never get to experience of knowing such a smart, driven, resilient, and gorgeous person you are. He truly sees you as the most flawless person and loves gushing about you to whoever will or won't listen because he just adores you so much and finds you so beautiful, sexy, and hot. He won't take a lot of shit from the guys, but he will take their teasing about how whipped he is for you because he really is and he is not afraid to admit it. But, as much as he loves boasting about you and helping you when you're feeling insecure he also knows the importance and self worth, so he loves to see you gain and be your confidence self day to day.

His bullying and meanness does not go away! As stated before it's all affectionate and just a part of him, so the little slight hair pulling, pokes, hiding of items, and teasing doesn't stop throughout the relationship, but it'll definitely take a much more affectionate turn when he sees you get pouty and upset from it and he'll turn mushy immediately and start to baby you.

Call you Boo's and Zeus's Mom! Whenever you spend the night with him on certain days and you unlock the door with a key Matt copied for you ages ago before the two of you started dating you always hear, "Who's that? Is Mama home?" and it always makes you fill up with so much love.

Just like when Matt confessed his feelings for you, the first time he says I Love You was also out of the blue. He wasn't having a very good week, and was pretty stressed from an upcoming tour, he now's he can console in you but you had recently expressed how you're also feeling stressed from your job and he just didn't want you to become even more overwhelmed. But, he had spent the entire day away from the house and when he came home to the dogs at his feet and a now, clean home and the smell of food cooking he was at a loss of words.

"In the kitchen." He hears you yell out.

Taking off his hat and shoes, giving Boo and Zeus their scratches, he stumbled his way to the kitchen where you're cooking.

"I had a half day today, so I decided to stop by because I know, we'll figured, you've been pretty stressed lately with the tour coming up. Cleaned up and I'm finishing up dinner."

When you don't hear a reply you turn your head over your shoulder, thinking maybe Matt wasn't in the kitchen yet, but he was.

"You okay?" Fully turning around to look at him, watching as he makes his way towards you and takes you into his arms.

"I love you." It's said with such adoration behind his eyes.

Is more than happy to teach you the drums when you shyly ask him if he can.

Special privileges for being a tour managers girlfriend! You get flown out to shows and festivals when your schedule works out with all of the perks too!

He's one to remember and write down important dates! An anniversary is not going to be missed by this man!

Could not be more happier than when you finally moved in with him and the dogs. There's nothing he loves more than waking up next to you still deep in slumber in the morning, waking you up by tracing over your body with the tips of his finger tips and leaving gentle kisses over your face.

Talk of marriage and kids definitely happen early so the two of you are on the same page and agree on huge life changing decisions like that. Fully knows you're the one, and pulled a Jim Halpert and bought a ring pretty early on in your relationship. He's not proposing any time soon, but you never know when he thinks the perfect moment is because you'll be surprised.

[blueb3erry]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡—

Drunken mess.

ᯓ★—Warnings: she e@ts you out, fingering, A bit of slut shaming, y’all do it whilst drunk

ᯓ★—Summary: You and Ellie are Enemies, And the host is a mutual friend, And you both get absolutely wasted, then you both somehow end up in a room together and one thing leads to another

ᯓ★—Disclaimers: Fem!reader x College enemies and fucking!Ellie. No y/n

You and Ellie sit on the bed, music blasting through the speakers with a bunch of drunk people as expected at any good college party, “your such a whore”Ellie blurts out in a whispered tone while kissing my neck.

I couldn’t believe that a few hours ago I was talking about how much it sucked to even breathe the same air as Ellie Williams and now here I am making out with her.

She lifts my dress up while laying me down “can I?” She whispers, I nod as she pulls my panties down making me blush a little, she slowly kisses my body and keeps on going down and down until she reaches my pussy.

She uses her hands to keep my legs wide for her as she licks my Clit, I moan whilst clutching onto the sheets, “good girl” she says into my pussy, by instinct I go to close my legs as she sucks onto my clit but her hands keep my legs open.

She stops eating me out but instead places her thumb onto my folds and presses down, I moan so loud it echos from the previously quiet room “keep it down, we don’t want everyone to hear how good I make you feel.”

She places a finger into me “your so wet for me..” She mutters loud enough so I can hear, She goes fast and then adds another finger and the another finger,it doesn’t take me long to come undone and cum all over her fingers.

She takes them out of me and licks her fingers, I’m panting from the extreme pleasure I just experienced “I hope I was good” She said running a hand in her hair, “you were magnificent..” I answer bluntly, “I knew you’d said that” she says with a chuckle.

[unknownmarley]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴛᴇxᴀ ɞ˚‧｡⋆

𐙚⋆.˚ a multi part benny rodriguez fanfic

𐙚⋆.˚ benny rodriguez x crushing!fem!oc

𐙚⋆.˚ friends(kinda) to lovers, mutual pinning later in story, fem!oc hard crushing, fem!oc kinda dumb

⋆𐙚02

IN the cool, air-conditioned living room of the Zerman household, the two girls occupied the space. Hallie sat on the floor, her back against the couch, delicately applying a shimmery pale yellow polish to her nails. The scent of nail polish wafted through the room, filling the air with its distinctive aroma.

Meanwhile, Cherry reclined on the couch, her eyes fixed on the small screen glowing in the dimly lit room. The early morning sun peeked through the blinds, casting slivers of light across the space. As Cherry watched the screen, yesterday morning's events replayed in her mind like scenes from a movie that she couldn't get the shake off of.

A soft sigh escaped Cherry's lips as she leaned back, her head resting against the couch's back. Hallie, sensing her friend's troubled thoughts, glanced over with a sympathetic look, her brown eyes meeting Cherry's.

"Forget about him," Hallie reassured her, setting her nail polish aside on the coffee table. With a gentle pat on Cherry's thigh, she pushed her self up up on the couch, careful not to smudge her freshly painted nails. "His friends are jerks anyway."

Cherry sighed, her frown deepening as she confessed, "It's not just him. I feel bad about the boy." She looked over at Hallie, who mirrored her concern with a disappointed expression.

As a tranquil silence draped the room, Hallie's lips curved into a soft sigh, her gaze drifting lazily across the space. But the quietness was short-lived as the sound of Hallie's brother's footsteps interrupted the stillness, heralding his arrival into the kitchen just beyond the living room.

With a casual grace, he swung open the fridge door, prompting Hallie to glance his way with an annoyed groan of acknowledgment. Cherry's eyes trailed over to Hallie's brother, awkwardly watching the two. Mike had always fancied himself a rebellious figure, a wannabe guitarist, yet beneath the façade lay the reality of his privileged life.

"Mike, how many times do I have to remind you to stay in your room when I have friends over!" Hallie's tone carried outright annoyance as she pushed herself off the couch, making her way towards the kitchen. With a hashed push, she closed the fridge door, eliciting an eye roll from her brother who hadn't even managed to grab anything.

"You know I can't stay cooped up in my room forever," Mike replied, his arms folding across his chest as his gaze shifted towards Cherry, "plus it's cherry, hi cherry." He pointed out, lazily greeting the girl who gave him an awkward tight lipped smile and small wave.

"That's not the issue, Mike, and you know it," Hallie retorted, her hands resting lightly on her hips as she scolding him as if he was a child.

"Whatever, you're such a dork," Mike dismissed her with a roll of his eyes, lightly flicking her on before grabbing a cereal bar from the countertop and retreating to his room, leaving Hallie to groan as she stomped her way back to the couch.

"Jerk," she mumbled under her breath as she plopped down next to Cherry on the comfy couch. Turning to face her, Cherry couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the sassy remark.

"Anyways," Hallie smiled, "The kid from yesterday is just like a few houses down. Maybe we should go say hi or something." Cherry's eyes lit up at the idea. She knew all too well the feeling of being the new kid, and yesterday's incident had surely left a mark on that poor boy.

"Hallie, you're an actual angel!" Cherry exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. A toothy smile spread across her face as she eagerly stood up, pulling Hallie up with her. The two girls hurriedly made their way towards Hallie's room, to get ready.

AS Cherry and Hallie strolled down the sun-drenched pavement, the rhythmic tap of Cherry's worn-out boots echoed softly against the scorching ground. In the distance, they spotted a familiar sight – a blonde boy perched on his front steps, his brow furrowed with evident concern.

Hallie nudged Cherry, wordlessly prompting her to take the lead. With a hesitant grin, Cherry smoothed out the lace patterns adorning her summer dress, her gaze shifting nervously towards the boy.

"Hey there," Cherry greeted, elongating her southern twang in a bid to sound welcoming. Her eyes couldn't help but notice the bruise that was nastily coated his eye in hues of yellows and purples.

The boy looked up, offering a shy smile in return. His gaze flickered uncertainly between the two approaching girls, his apprehension palpable.

"I'm Christina Benson, but folks 'round here just call me Cherry," she introduced herself, extending her hand for a friendly shake. The boy reciprocated with a tentative grip before turning his attention to Hallie.

"Hallie Zerman," she chimed in. "I live a couple of blocks down from you."

"I'm Scotty Small," the boy replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he shook Hallie's hand.

Cherry hesitated, her thoughts drifting back to yesterday's unfortunate incident, the memory still fresh in her mind.

"We saw what went down yesterday," Cherry began, her voice trailing off slightly as she recalled the awkward encounter. Scotty's cheeks flushed deeper as he relived the embarrassment.

"you shouldn't stress it that much, you did better then what i could do," Hallie interjected, her tone laced with empathy. Sensing Scotty's discomfort, she offered words of reassurance.

"yea, them boy are a bunch of piddle anyways," Cherry added, with a shrug and smile as she felt Hallies head lean on her shoulder.

Before Cherry could say more, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted their conversation. Cherrys eyes quickly widen and quickly turn back to ground as she went silent, which didn't go unnoticed by Hallie and unfortunately Benny.

"Hey, laddies," Benny greeted the two girls with a hesitant smile, his expression met with an icy silence from Cherry, who avoided his gaze like it held some ancient curse.

"Hi, Benny," Hallie interjected, her voice cutting through the awkward tension that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, though it had only been five seconds. There was an underlying tone of annoyance in her words, prompting Cherry to swiftly swat at her friend's head, signaling her to cease.

Hallie straightened up, her gaze shifting to Cherry with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile playing on her lips. Cherry, however, couldn't bear to meet her friend's eyes, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. Dodging eye contact with the two people engaging her in conversation proved to be quite the ordeal.

"I'm gonna play some ball. We need an extra guy. You wanna go?" Benny's attention shifted towards Scotty, his brow furrowing slightly as he stood there with bat and glove in hand. "You two could tag along too," he added, casting a glance towards the girls. "just sit and watch or whatever," he shrugged nonchalantly before refocusing on Scotty, who cast his gaze downwards.

"No, thanks," Scotty's voice was barely a whisper, a crease forming between his brows as he shook his head.

"Why not?" Benny's confusion was palpable, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and concern. "don't you like baseball?" he inquired, tilting his head with slight annoyance.

"Yeah, but, uh..." Scotty's voice trailed off, his eyes darting around, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone present.

"But what?" Benny's impatience was evident, his hand thrown up in exasperation as he awaited an explanation.

"But your fri—" Hallie began, but Cherry swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a frantic look, her eyes wide with urgency, silently pleading for her to stop.

"Scotty, you should give it a go," Cherry interjected, turning towards the boy with an encouraging smile, her hand still hovering over her friend's mouth. Benny's smile towards Cherry went unnoticed by her, and truth be told, he was rather relieved.

"But my glove—it's busted," Scotty explained, rising to his feet and displaying the worn-out glove to the trio, his fingers idly tracing the frayed edges.

"Uh, see? Now I can't go," Scotty muttered, his voice laden with a mix of relief and disappointment, as if he had been secretly hoping for this excuse. His gaze shifted nervously between the trio, lingering for a moment on Cherry, whose frown deepened at his words.

"It's okay," Benny reassured with a small, sympathetic shake of his head as he reached into his back pocket. "I got an extra one," he continued, his movements deliberate as he retrieved a slightly worn but serviceable glove. A grin spread across Cherry's face as she watched Benny throw the glove to him, her eyes briefly meeting his before her face turned red and flickered back to Scotty.

Meanwhile, as Cherry was momentarily distracted, Hallie seized the opportunity to finally get her mouth uncovered gaining a "Eugh!" from Cherry as she hastily wiped the saliva off on dress. Hallie quickly wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, a proud smile on her face.

"Come on, let's go," Benny called out to Scotty, impatiently gesturing him to come. Scotty wasted no time, rushing to his front door to inform his mom of his plans before bounding down the steps to catch up with the others.

"You two coming?" Benny glanced back at Cherry and Hallie, his expression a mix of anticipation and encouragement. Hallie nodded with a shrug, while Cherry just stared her mouth as a gap no word could form out her mouth as her face still had a light pink hue on her face.

"Come on, let's go," Benny urged once more, picking up the pace with a slight jog. Hallie reached for her friend's hand, gently tugging her along as they followed the boys, the sound of the four set st  opfeet stumbling against the ground echoing down the morning sun-dappled street.

01 ← → 03

[madame-fear]

sending kuku dirty texts in a room full of the rest of LSDLN cast 😶‍🌫️

𐙚 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘.

ೀ amira speaks! : two fics in one day?? zoo wee mama! anyways,, (n/n) means ((your) (nickname),, enjoy this my baby! 😘 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 503.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : suggestiveness, mentions of smut, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Esteban Kukuriczka x (fem!)Reader, Matías slightly appearing.

(n/n) 💗 is typing. . .

The Argentine man’s coffee-coloured eyes stared down at his phone attentively, awaiting for your message. Despite his insisting, you preferred to stay at home, rather than go to the small getaway the boys of the cast organised— and your boyfriend respected your decision.

But you still managed to get your fun, somehow.

(n/n) 💗: Kukuuuu (n/n) 💗: Tebiiiii (n/n) 💗: Miss me, darling? Because I do. (n/n) 💗: I wish you were here with me, I feel horny as fuck for you, you have no idea

A warm fluster occupied his face, his pale, freckled skin turning into a crimson haze. Gods, you were such a teasing girl. It was hard for him to ignore such bold texting.

It didn’t matter what the other boys were talking and laughing about, all the background noise faded away, as his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone.

(n/n) 💗: I don’t know where the fuck are you, (n/n) 💗: but if you are sitting on a chair and have a table in front of you, (n/n) 💗: Don’t doubt for a second that I would be fisting your cock under the table (n/n) 💗: and you’d have to keep quiet (n/n) 💗: Unless you want someone to find us, right? 🥰

Fuck. You knew exactly what to do, and say, to get to him. Had you stayed at home just to tease him like this? Maybe you did.

It was a bit of an impossible task to keep himself, pretending he was simply on his phone. It was already a dreadful pain to fight back his growing erection from appearing, not when you sending messages like that.

“Demanding girlfriend, eh?” Matias’ voiced surprised him, making him rapidly stare away from the phone, right when Kukuriczka was about to reply back to you. Was it too obvious? Perhaps it was because his phone was constantly chimming, and his eyes wouldn’t leave the screen. The younger Argentine scoffed.

“Don’t answer that. I can tell.” he retorted teasingly without allowing Kuku to answer, before leaving once again to be with the rest of the cast. It was too obvious, and who wouldn’t be in that state in his place?

(n/n) 💗: Wouldn’t it be fun if I were there, (n/n) 💗: And I took you to somewhere more private with an excuse... (n/n) 💗: And I sucked your cock until I milked every last drop, having me drooling and gagging? (n/n) 💗: in exchange, you could fuck my wet, aching pussy. ♥️

That’s it. He wouldn’t stay any longer on the little organised getaway by the cast. Kukuriczka could come up with an excuse, after all. Not being able to bury his cock deep inside your dripping pussy was painful enough, already.

Kuku 💍 is typing. . .

But after all your messages, you wouldn’t so easily get away from this. He’d make it clear, the horny feelings are always mutual.

Kuku 💍: I’m going back home. And you are keeping your promises, nena.

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