#''Just close your eyes and fall through!'' ''Catch me!'' It's cute 💕

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can you draw edgar and scriabin playing on a park like brothers for the vargastober? ty!

Day 7 - Play stupid games

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xiv. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

⎡She’s as sweet as angelcake; he likes her honeyed rotten⎤

chapter fourteen : the edge of us ⤑ ❝ you’re teetering on the edge of something dangerous and taehyung’s words are the only anchor keeping you from falling–or so you hope. ❞

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⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, angst, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 5.5k

⌁ warnings; dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, corruption kink, aftercare, mentions of sexual activity, mentions of bdsm themes, and lots of angst

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The gym is quiet–save for the gentle trickling of rain, your panting and his groans. Taehyung’s fingers brush lazily along your back, tracing shapes you’re too dazed to decipher. Eye fluttering shut, you melt against him. You hold onto this feeling of utter contentment, even if you know it is fleeting, and let it engulf your fretful heart.

Taehyung’s deep, indulgent groan cuts through the comfortable silence. “​​Look at you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Absolutely ruined. What am I supposed to do with such a messy little thing?”

You breathe a chuckle. Nestling against the crook of his neck, you press yourself further against him and let his sweaty, musky scent overwhelm your overstimulated senses. In this moment, you are his– you are completely wrapped in warmth and comfort. He trails his fingers along your spine, kissing your temple and lulling you out of your post-orgasmic state of exhaustion with quiet shushes. You allow yourself to forget the photos, the lack of labels, all the stuff he said to EDEN or his friends and just be his.

“So desperate, so needy—it's almost cute," he teasingly whispers before trailing kisses down your neck.

Steadying yourself against his shoulders, you lean back to meet his gaze. Playful indignation twinkles in his gaze. He presses his forehead against yours, nudging your nose with his own. You cannot help the soft moan that sounds in response, the gentle shift of your hips against his as you finally catch your breath.

“I can’t help it,” you admit in a whisper, voice still frayed with vulnerability. 

Taehyung’s gaze softens– or rather, sobers. You’re not sure if it was your words, the sound of your voice, or the unbridled sincerity in your tone, but he stiffens beneath you. His grip around your waist doesn’t squeeze you against him either. Whatever warmth you felt moments ago disappears, leaving nothing but the cold to comfort you.

Swallowing thickly, you part your lips to ask if everything is okay, but the words die in your throat, shackled by fear, panic and disappointment. He’s been so responsive the last few times he came with you, been so open and forthcoming about how good it felt– how good you made him feel. Is he pushing you away again? Are you hurting him?

Heart in your throat, you try to stop yourself from thinking the worst whenTaehyung rasps, “Neither can I.”

With a furrow of your brows, you study his gaze. You search for any notions of anger, sadness, or even mischief but can only find hardened sincerity. Is this part of his game? His words only leave you more confused and disheartened. You wonder if he is upset by this revelation. Perhaps he doesn’t like admitting that you have that kind of power over him, or that he is capable of feeling this way for someone. 

Taehyung holds you close as he stands up. Your eyes widen at his strength and you grip tightly onto his shoulders, suppressing a surprised squeal. You knew he was strong from the way he picked up the weighted bar with ease earlier, but that weight was evenly distributed. And while there were several other occasions where he effortlessly lifted you, he usually had a wall or tabletop to press the better part of your weight against. He’s never picked you up without support before this moment. You wait for him to grunt or groan, or for his features to scrunch in concentration against the weight but he never makes a sound or bats an eye. He just stands with you firmly in his grasp, then turns to set you down on the bench with practised ease. 

You squirm in his previous seat. Your eyes follow his brooding frame to the towel rack. His back is wide and strong, flexing as he rolls his shoulders back. However, it’s the faint red, jagged lines that captivate you. Biting your lip, you try not to moan at the sight–at the fact that you just marked him. You can even see the indents of your nails in his shoulders and biceps.

Taehyung turns back, holding a small, damp towel. He raises his brow at you as an amused smile plays on his lips. You know you must look absolutely enamoured, innocently peering up at him.

“Spread your–”

Your legs part before he can even finish his sentence, and Taehyung cannot hold back any longer. He barks a laugh before looking down at you with condescending pity.

“You’re so eager,” he teases. “Is one round not enough for you, Angel?”

You can’t resist playing into his game, slightly leaning back to give him a better look at the mess you made of yourself. “Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?” you ask, sure to keep your voice submissive despite the brattiness of your words. 

Even still, you expected him to bend you over the bench, gag you with the towel, and spank you until you’re raw… or perhaps you hoped he would. To your surprise, he does kneel in front of your spread legs. 

Taehyung leans forward, pushing your skirt even further up to examine your arousal-smeared thighs and swollen folds. A throaty goran escapes him at the sight. He licks his lips when your hips buck ever so slightly in response. For a second, you wonder if he might lean in and clean you up with his mouth instead. He is so still, so focused on the way you clench, you want to ask him why he’s hesitating. But then, he starts to wipe the stickiness from your inner thighs, slowly moving inwards towards your folds. His touch is gentle and soft and you tighten your jaw to keep from moaning under his touch.

“You’re not spanking me?”

“Do you want to get spanked?”

Heat floods your cheeks. You try and fail to fight off a guilty smile as he meets your gaze. Biting your lip, you tuck your chin towards your chest, attempting to use the loose strands of hair framing your face to escape his playfully assertive glare. You wonder if you should confess that being spanked is all you can think about right now. You want him to sit on this bench, bend you over his knees, and land open-hand smacks on your cheeks until you’re in tears and on the brink of another needy orgasm–one he will probably deny you from experiencing if you continue to act out.

That thought alone makes you pout.

“No, sir,” you finally whisper, succumbing to his dominance all over again. “I’m sorry.”

The corner of his lips twitch but Taehyung does not allow his smile to overtake his features at your submission. He doesn’t even praise you for being a good girl like he always does. Instead, he continues to gently clean you up. When he’s done, he sets the towel aside to grab your awkwardly bundled g-string and tights. He untangles them within seconds, making you wonder if he’s just good at everything or if he’s done this before. You’re too scared to ask, instead allowing him to dress you one leg at a time. 

“Apologies for the interruption, Mr Kim,” EDEN sudden voices, drawing your attention to the speakers on the ceiling. 

Taehyung helps you stand, continuing to pull your tights up as she continues, “Jimin would like to know if you and Angel will be joining him for breakfast. Jungkook made some vulgar remarks. Would you like me to relay his message?”

“For fuck’s sake, no,” Taehyung replies, finally pulling your skirt back down.

You try to stifle your laughter with a bite of your lip. Parting your lips, you’re about to ask Taehyung how he met someone as unserious as Jungkook when he adds, “Tell them to go out without us.”

“Jungkook has already made breakfast, Mr Kim. Would you still like me to–”

“Yes.”

“Certainly, Mr Kim.”

Your amusement falters. He didn’t even let her finish the sentence before replying, as if the speed of his reply will erase the fact that the food is already set and waiting for them. You stand motionless, studying his expression to find it unnervingly neutral.

Taehyung avoids your confused gaze, bending down to grab the soiled towel. As he tosses it in the dirty hamper by the sanitation station, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps your presence here is more of an intrusion than the wonderful surprise Taehyung made it out to be earlier. Guilt festers in the pit of your stomach again. 

“I really didn’t mean to–”

“It’s fine,” Taehyung reassures again. “They’re leaving.”

Your brows furrow. Watching him walk back to the bar he removed earlier, you cross your arms over your chest in a poor attempt to soothe your racing heart. You cannot help but wonder why he has been so insistent on them leaving since he realised you were here. At first, you thought he might have just wanted to get you alone to comfort you about all the crazy attention you’ve been getting. However, as you think about how he curved his friends’ questions and how he now has EDEN ushering them out of the building, you wonder if perhaps he does not want you to talk to them.

Maybe you’re overthinking it… Taehyung doesn’t say things he does not mean, especially to you. If he thought that you were intruding, he wouldn’t have told you otherwise when you first arrived. And if he didn’t want you to talk to his friends, he probably wouldn’t have taken you to Jimin’s show or even introduced you to him and Jungkook not even twenty minutes ago. He could just be protective– he did say that to EDEN, right?

There is no need to panic, you tell yourself. 

Taking a deep breath, you try to act natural and put your heels back on. “You know, I don’t mind them,” you carefully say, sneaking a glance at him as you put on your other heel. “They seem fun. I can see why you like them.”

Taehyung retrieves another towel after returning the weighted bar in place. You stand back to your full height and watch his back muscles tense as he wipes his face and neck down from his sweat. His sweat didn’t bother him before, when he was pressing himself against you and talking you through grinding against him.

He’s hesitating, you realise. Why the fuck is he hesitating?

 “Yeah, they’re good guys,” he finally replies. 

You take a step closer, your heels announcing your movement. Taehyung instantly discards his towel and makes his way to his water bottle. You stiffen, watching him avoid your stare– your presence. You wonder again if you should have not come, if you should have called. Did you say the wrong thing? Was the sex not enjoyable? 

Your heart constricts in anxiety and humiliation. You wrap your arms around yourself again, swallowing thickly. If he didn’t like it, why did he cum–lose himself in you the way he did? Why did he help you cum? It can’t just be because you’re friends– he clearly doesn’t treat Jimin and Jungkook like this. You wonder if all this is only for sexual gratification. Maybe he is just using you to get off and he has some sort of weird kink around helping you cum but not cumming himself. But he always says he never pays you for sex so how could both those things be true? 

You can’t do this anymore. The second-guessing, the passive aggressive behaviour, the cryptic responses– you’re done. You don’t want half-hearted replies, handsome smiles or captivating eyes. You just want him. You want his warmth and sincerity. You want everyone to know that you are the cause of it. The whole country is talking about you, looking for you, wanting to catch the briefest glimpse of you because they think you mean something to Taehyung. For a while, you thought you might have. But standing in this empty gym, with him effectively ignoring you as he takes gulps of water, you cannot help but wonder if anyone means anything to him.

Your realisation stirs the echoes of several distant memories on a swaying yacht in the middle of September. Mr Kim doesn’t have friends. He has obsessions and they never last, Marina once told you. You thought she was just jealous and bitter, and perhaps she was. But maybe there was some truth in her declaration. Mrs Gelardson then attempted to comfort you, including you into her generalisation of women Taehyung had bedded. She’s not fond of any of us, she said. Even now those three words, any of us, make your stomach churn with disgust and despair. You didn’t believe you were one of them then. However, the way Taehyung evades the topic of his friends, gives you pause.

Are you really just like the others?

Frustration bubbling over, your fists clench and jaw sets. Tears prick your eyes and you do your best to blink them back, but it’s no use. Soon, a pair of rouge tears fall before others stream down your face. Your stomach knots with misery, chest tightens under the pressure of the emotional storm roaring within you. What makes matters worse is that, in this humiliating moment of passive rejection and fear, you still crave his touch. One embrace against his strong frame and you know everything will be okay.

Taehyung snaps his head up at the sound of your sniffles. His once perfectly neutral features morph into concern. He takes a step towards you only for you to take a step back. 

“Don’t,” you firmly order, despite the impression of a heavy sob in your voice. 

“Did I hurt you?” 

You know what he means. You know he’s referring to the way he thrusted against you, but still nod your head, holding his gaze with conviction. “Yeah, you did,” you confess in the steadiest voice you can muster. “All you ever fucking do is hurt me, Tae.”

Taehyung scoffs. He shakes his head, as if he’s the one exasperated with your behaviour. “This again? Do you even hear yourself? All I ever do is hurt you? I–” he cuts himself off with a groan, clenching his jaw. “Stop twisting–”

“Twisting?” you question, voice trembling with anger. “What is there to twist? You barely say two fucking words to me about your life! You were just avoiding me two seconds ago because I brought up your friends and you wanna stand there and tell me to stop twisting things.”

“Don’t raise your voice at me,” he orders. His voice is tempered, but a soft impression of a growl still softly resonates in the room. 

Any other day, you would have whimpered at the sound and apologised. You might have even pressed yourself against him and buried your face in the crook of his neck, allowing his strong arms to hold you close and sweet scent to soothe all your worries. But the twinge of pain in your chest refuses to be pacified by the mere sound of his deep, dulcet voice any longer. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” you reply, raising your voice even more. “Not when you’re hiding me from your friends like I’m some secret whore.”

“When have I ever said that to you?” He questions, matching your volume. “When the fuck did you hear the words ‘secret whore’ leave my mouth?”

“Oh, are we going to stand here and pretend that your actions don’t speak louder than your stupid words?”

Taehyung does not take kindly to your sarcasm. He straightens, rolling his shoulders back as he glares at you. It’s not the same glare he gives investors or pitiful women who try to get his attention. It is a glare of pure, unbound rage. Eyes dark, jaw tight, he seethes with frustration, clenching his fists at his side.

You return the glare with every bit of conviction, every notion of pain within you. If he thinks he can intimidate you with nasty looks, he’s sorely mistaken. You will not be deterred this time– not until you get the answers you want. 

“All my actions have been selfish, have they, Angel?” he asks, stepping forward. 

You hold your ground, steeling yourself against the way he continues to use your nickname even while he is so obviously annoyed. You firmly plant your feet to keep from moving towards him, refusing to give into his sensual power. Tears continue to pool in your eyes as you watch him draw nearer. You do not waver your stare as your mind rages with profanities and the unforgivable realsation that: this is not fucking fair.

 “Even when I take you out–”

“That’s for work,” you correct. “We have an agreement.”

“Even when I make you cum?”

You stiffen.

“Is that part of our agreement?” he mockingly questions, now only an arm’s length away. “You’re standing here crying and acting like I’m the fucking bad guy. I want you around, Angel. I want you all to myself.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, momentarily discarding the frustration it once held. His selfishness might be why he pushed his friends away, but it doesn’t not explain why he was avoiding your gaze before. He was being cryptic and distant when you brought them up. That is not the behaviour of someone who just wants to monopolise your attention.

Still, Taehyung must see your resolve wavering in your eyes as he finally towers over you. He doesn’t dare touch you yet, though. And for that you are thankful. You’re not sure you’d be able to completely reject him if he did.

“That’s not good enough,” you whisper. “What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?”

Another heavy exhale escapes him and he averts his gaze to the left for a moment. You tilt your head to force him to maintain eye contact– the same way he often does with you. He can sigh and purse his lips all he wants but he will look at you while he does so. He must–because if he is going to stand before you and act like his avoidant behaviour has not been damaging, then he will do so while maintaining your cold stare.

“I know nothing about you, Taehyung,” you continue, tone sharp but voice wavering. “Before I met your family, I had no idea what I was walking into because you never told me anything about them. I didn’t even know you had a niece and a nephew or two brothers or that your grandparents basically raised you. I’m not even sure if that’s true because you never explained anything to me.” 

Taehyung flinches.

Your lips twitch into a sneer at the sight, momentary satisfaction soothing your frustrated heart. Good, you think. You want him to feel the agony of never knowing, the tormenting thoughts of what this all means– if it even means anything.

Huffing softly, breathing jagged from suppressed sobs, you steady yourself to add,“But, you know all about me. You know about how my mother–” you cut yourself off to swallow a sob.

Taehyung reaches out to rest a hand to cup your face, but you take a step back with a shake of your head. He retreats with a sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets instead.

Finding your voice again as tears freely stream down your face, you continue, “You know my mother’s addicted to painkillers. You know how she hurt me, how she blamed me for it. You know I don’t talk to my family anymore and they don’t care enough to call. You know I don’t have any friends of my own and that I hate work and I feel like burden on Mrs Chu, nearly every fucking day. You know everything about my life and all I know about you is that you build things and have money.” 

“That’s not–”

“Oh right, sorry,” you sarcastically shout, cutting him off, “You have some daddy issues but I barely even understand what they are because you refuse to talk about anything remotely personal.”

“I don’t owe you my past,” he shoots back, voice calm despite that bite in his words. “You don’t get to demand that like you’re entitled to it. You told me about yours willingly.”

You remember that day vividly– about four months ago. While scrolling through social media, you stumbled upon a post from an old high school friend. It was a repost from your older sister’s account accounting her pregnancy. Disbelief twisted in your gut as you clicked on her page. Wiping your tears, you scrolled through all the images of her new house, her trips with her husband, even the progress of the nursery. Each milestone was  a sharp reminder of the moments you were denied.

Your anxious curiosity hadn’t stopped there. You used her account to stalk your mother’s account, then your father’s–even your freeloading brother’s. They have all moved on with you, effectively shunning you from their lives just as your mother promised. No one called, no one asked, and no one cared. You had and will always be their greatest disappointment. You knew that when your mother neglected you, abused you. You knew that when your father pretended not to notice all your bruises and scars she left. You knew that when your lazy brother, who is all but one year younger than you, was rewarded for simply existing in a cis-male body. But looking at their social media accounts at that moment, you felt it deep in your bones too: you do not have a family anymore.

And when Taehyung called that night, you couldn’t stop sniffling or hide the pain in your voice. You told him everything, sobbing into the phone as he shushed and comforted you. 

You were grateful for his support at the time. You remember thinking he was the sweetest, most caring person in the world and all you wanted to do was curl up against his warmth. 

Now, standing before him, his audacity stings like salt in a wound. Suppressing a roll of your eyes, you breathe a humourless laugh. “Are you kidding me? You would not stop pestering me about what’s wrong.”

“You answer the phone upset and you expect me not to ask you what’s wrong?” Taehyung questions, a smile of disbelief playing on his lips. “Right, I forgot– I’m the asshole here. Next time, I won’t give a shit about you.”

“You already don’t!” You scream, voice slightly pitching. Blinking back tears, you ground yourself long enough to get it all off your chest. “What kind of person, let alone a friend– because that’s what we are, right?– would hide someone they care about from their friends? You were laughing with them! They’re obviously your friends, so don’t you dare deny it, Kim Taehyung!” You spit, standing on your toes in a poor attempt to solidify your own dominance.

Taehyung does not take well to your use of his full name. He tilts his head, tonguing his cheek only to tighten his jaw. “You have–”

“I’m not done,” you seethe cutting him off. You almost don’t recognise your own voice, so sharp and full of contempt.

He blinks and you swear you catch him shiver under the icy tone of your words. 

“If I meant anything to you, you’d stop pretending like I don’t exist in front of your friends. You’re not the asshole here but you’re treating me like you’re embarrassed to be with me?” you ask with just as much vehemence in your tone.

“Embarrassed?” He repeats, baffled. His shoulder previously slouched under your steeled gaze, square as he towers over you. “You’re my plus-one, Angel. Why would I drag you around with me if I was embarrassed to be seen with you?”

“You–”

“I’m not done,” he hisses, matching your previous tone. 

You curl inwards, lowering your chin towards your chest and peering up at him with tear-brimmed eyes. Taehyung’s strong resolve momentarily wavers at the sight. He slowly raises his hand as if he’s about to curl a strand of your hair behind your ear, but then lowers it– as if thinking better of it.

A quiet sigh of relief escapes your pouty lips. You’re not sure what you would have done if he touched you so gingerly. 

“I’m not embarrassed by you, Angel– I’m not,” he emphasises when you scoff. “I am not trying to hurt you, eithe– Don’t look at me like that.” He orders, voice gruff with exhaustion and annoyance. “I want you here with me– I want you here all the fucking time!”

“You’re so full of shit!”

The word tumble out of your mouth, laden with hurt and resentment. You don’t stop them, nor do you regret them, puffing your chest out and holding your head high. Tears stream freely down your face and you don’t try to blink them away anymore. Exhausted, you cannot handle another second of his half-truths anymore. 

Taehyung stiffens. His eyes darken in a way that is not greedy nor indulgent but rather sinister. He stands so still, so tall, staring at you with an intensity that makes your stomach twist with desire and fury. His face is a portrait of calculated calm, as though the heat in his gaze sparks with simmering anger. 

“Excuse me?” He quietly questions, voice so deep and tempered. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

“Say it again.”

You shake your head. 

Taehyung raises a brow. 

You press your lips together to hold back a sob. It slightly breaks through a stifled sigh. You shake your head with more certainty, asking in a voice so frayed,“What are we doing?”

A notion of confusion settles on his features. “What do you mean?”

“What is this? What are we?” You finally ask, shakily inhaling.

The flaming wrath that once burned in his gaze slowly diminishes. His jaw slightly slackens, tension softening– upon your questions or the sound of your broken voice, you don’t know and can’t be bothered to care. 

Licking your lips, you swallow the lump in your throat, let out a trembling breath and conclude, “Taehyung, I am not your friend.”

“That’s not–”

“We stopped being just friends a long time ago!” You suddenly shout over him. With a gentle shove against his chest, you exasperatedly add, “You know that, don’t pretend you don’t!”

Taehyung does not budge even an inch from your shove. His chest is a wall of strength, which you regret to realise still makes your toes curl. You push aside your neediness, holding on tightly to your anger.

“Tell me what to do one more time,” he roars, “I dare you!”

Goosebumps prick your skin, despite yourself. You know he doesn’t respond well to being ordered around and that maybe, if you really want him to understand you, you should have approached this with a more level head. You should have calmly expressed your frustrations and not shouted or sworn. However, you’ve tried to be patient before and he always says he will be better only to disappoint you some other way. 

You can’t keep doing this. 

Letting out a loud groan of frustration, you push him again, not caring if he doesn’t move at all. “This isn’t a game, Taehyung. I don’t want this anymore,” you gesture between the two of you. “I want to know where we stand. I want to walk into a room with you and not have to worry about how to introduce myself or which lie to sell,” you grip onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his soft skin, “I want you! I want us!”

“Why would you even want that?" He shakes his head, a bitter edge to his voice.

Your hands drop to your sides in defeat.

"If you think the media’s bad now, it’ll be worse the moment they know we’re anything more than friends,” he continues, “And don’t get me started on my grandparents. They'll expect every little detail about you.” 

The idea of being his grandparents prodding you, doting over you and accepting you as one of their own fills you with a warmth that makes you sick to your stomach. You swallow back the rising bile in your throat at the realisation that this reality of a serious relationship is ridiculous to him. He doesn’t think it’s worth it and you realise that every worry you have ever thought about him leaving, ending this friendship is suddenly materialising before your eyes. 

There is no use in holding back now, you decide. If you are going to walk away from this, from him, you might as well get it all out.   

“I want that!” 

“Why would you want to put yourself through that?” Taehyung asks again, his patience thinning with the sharpness of his baritone voice.

“Because I like you, you idiot!”

“I swear to God, Angel– Insult me one more time.”

An incredulous chuckle escapes your trembling lips. 

Did he just threaten me?

You just bore your heart to him. You told him what you want, hurt and furious and afraid of losing him. You confessed your feelings as best as you could. You told him what you want  and he threatens you because you gave him a well earned insult. 

Shaking your head, you take a step back. “You’re unbelievable,” you whisper, before turning towards the elevator. You don’t bother wiping your tears or fixing your makeup, not sparing him a second glance as you pick up your pace. You want–need to put as much distance as possible between you and him. 

“Don’t walk away from me,” he orders, following after you. 

Whirling back to face him, you summon the last bit of your rage from deep in your chest and demand, “Don’t tell–”

Taehyung closes the distance between you within two strides. He cups your face with a soothing tenderness that ignites shivers down your spine. His lips collide with yours without hesitation– combusting your heart with divine delight. For a moment, the world trickles away like raindrops on a foggy window, slow and then all at once. You cannot remember how you got here or what prompted this grand gesture or what your name is as he sears his own upon your lips instead. 

Soft and sweet, his hands trail down your body to your waist, pulling you closer against him. You melt into his touch, arching your back to mold yourself into him. Running a hand through his hand, you use the other to steady yourself with a grip on his shoulder.

Taehyung breaks the kiss with a quiet moan. His chest heaves heavily against yours, eyes searching. 

You furrow your brows. Licking your lips, you feel the heat his mouth left. “You…You kissed me,” you murmur. “Why–”

“Are you sure you want this?” Taehyung asks again. 

Confusion folds your features. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as humanly close as possible to him and fervently nod. “Yes,” you practically beg. “Tae, I want to really be yours. I don’t want to keep second guessing us anymore.”

He sighs, nudging your nose with his. ““I don’t either,” he mutters.

Your eyes widen at his confession. You wonder how long he’s been thinking about this– about you like this. “Why didn’t you say something before?” you can’t stop yourself from asking.

Taehyung swallows thickly. He licks his lips before replying, “I don’t know.”

You raise a brow. That’s not something Kim Taehyung often admits. Searching his eyes for deception, you inhale deeply and shake your head. Your noses brush, coaxing a small smile on his lips. You suppress your own at the sight, intent on waiting for a serious response. 

Sighing, Taehyung tongues his cheek. “I didn’t want to ruin what we have,” he finally confesses. “And I really did want to keep you to myself, Angel. I like the way you look at me when it’s just us.”

You shift against him, legs pressing tightly together. “And how do I look at you?”

A smile tugs on the corners of his lip, and he hovers them over yours again. “You look at me like you don’t know anything but me,” he rasps, voice thick with possession. “Like I’m the one thing you need and nothing else matters.”

You bite back your whimper, not allowing yourself to completely succumb to him just yet. You can feel his hot, minty breath panting against your parted lips and, despite the intense urge to feel his tongue pushing against yours in your mouth, you fight against kissing him again.

You cannot ignore your lingering doubts at the fact that he has yet to define what you are. If he simply calls you his friend again, you might throw your shoe at him in frustration. 

“So where does that leave us then?” you question. 

Taehyung brings a hand up to wipe away the last of your tears. He gently swipes his thumb under your eyes, removing your smudged mascara. “Together,” he whispers, “as a couple.”

Your heart thumps in your chest, struggling to contain its excitement. “So you’d be my boyfriend?”

Taehyung smirks at the label. Nodding, he hums, “That’s right, princess.”

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[arminsumi]

may i request Getou with a clingy reader? Has her on his lap, cradling her, playing with her hair while she naps on him? Playing with his hands just generally almost starstruck by him🙇

I lloovvvve your writing sm 💕💕

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A/N: aaa thank you sugarplum!! hope i delivered eheh i'm still getting used to writing for Sugie <3

Pairing: GETO Suguru x reader

Summary: Geto absolutely indulges in your clinginess 🫠💕

Warnings; nicknames (baby)

— While he's cooking in the kitchen, you float over to him and wrap your arms around his midriff, earning a tender smile from his lips. A moment later, he's grabbing under your thighs and hoisting you up onto the kitchen countertop to give you the kisses you cravingly asked for.

"Baby needs so much love, huh?" he smirks into the kiss, flustering you. "Nah-ah, stay right there. Let me love you."

— He absolutely notices when you stare. "Mesmerized by something?" he teases, "Ah, I'm just teasing, baby. I don't mind if you stare." he winks.

"C'mere, you can get a closer look if you're on my lap." he teases again, chuckling when you don't hesitate to perch yourself on his lap. You can feel how muscular his thighs are, and his arms too, as he engulfs you with a strong embrace and practically cradles you on his lap.

— "You're the sweetest thing." he murmurs into your hair when you fall asleep laid on his chest.

😔 he's texting Satoru about how cute you are (and Satoru is being dramatic like omg I'm your best friend is she stealing u away wtf)

— You're adoringly staring at him while he indulges in his hobby of sketching landscapes. He's so focused that he doesn't brush his strands of hair out of his face; they dangle there distractingly, so you tuck them behind his ear yourself.

His reaction catches you off guard; he comes in for a thankful peck at your cheek. "Thanks angel." he murmurs. "Come closer, put your head on my shoulder." he commands softly, as if he read your mind.

You don't hesitate to place your head there, watching intently as his pencil strokes across the paper.

— Feeling over his smooth hands 🥺 his hands are so smooth and soft you just like touching them, drifting your fingertips across them, toying with his fingers.

He doesn't mind at all, munching on food and reading through emails (rifling through Satoru's spam). Morning light fills your shared apartment.

Eyes still glued to the screen, he feeds you a little bit of whatever he's eating.

"Careful, it's really hot." he says, and blows on it for you before you can, then delivers it right into your mouth.

— He's a tired boy, often laying on his bed with that dazed look of sleep deprivation. You lurk for a while before crawling onto his bed, curling up unannounced on his chest.

Eyes closed, he automatically brings his hand to caress your shoulder while you lay there, snuggling into his chest as if you want to get under his skin to be as close as possible.

— "Can I tie your hair up?" you ask. He happily lets you, "Mhm, you do it better than me, after all." he replies, lowering himself so you can reach. Taking his hair into your hands and brushing it, tying it up into whatever style suits the day; a little ponytail? A little bun? Maybe a half-up, half-down look. He knows that's your favorite, so he picks that one.

"You're so gentle." he compliments, giving you a peck after you've put his hair up. "Thanks love."

[forever-rogue]

it's easy fallin' in love with you

AN | Nothing much to see here, just the night you meet Steve Harrington and fall in love. 💕

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“That guy’s been staring at you all night,” Allie nudged your arm and subtly nodded her head across the crowded bar. You tried to inconspicuously follow her gaze and found yourself looking at the very man that had caught your eye from the moment you’d arrived, “he’s totally checking you out.”

“He’s cute,” you whispered into her ear. She looked him over and tutted slightly, “don’t be like that!”

“He’s fine,” she offered you a wolfish smile, “but he’s totally your type. Go and talk to him!”

“I shouldn’t,” you insisted softly, although you really wanted to. The boy - man - was tall and lithe with golden sun kissed skin and a glorious head of hair. He was handsome in a traditional, yet untraditional way, and well dressed to boot. You could see that his eyes, even from a distance, were a pretty honey brown. When he caught you looking at him, he raised his hand in a small little half wave before offering a lopsided grin, “I really shouldn’t.”

“You really should,” she insisted, nudging you in his direction, “whats the worst that could happen?”

“He could break my heart,” you whispered, starting at your shoes on the sticky bar floor, “it’s stupid. He probably really can’t even see me properly. He’d be disappointed so why bother, you know?”

“Hi,” you froze at the sound of the voice and turned your gaze up to the pretty boy. He was smiling prettily, all teeth and plush lips. Your heart started to pound in your chest, as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, staring at him wordlessly, “I’m Steve.”

“Hi Steve,” Allie wrapped her arm around your shoulders and grinned widely at him. She offered him your name as you felt your entire face warming up, “my lovely friend here has been talking about you all night. She thinks you’re super cute.”

“Allie,” you hissed sharply as you came to your senses. You were going to kill her at the first opportunity you had, “stop.”

“Love you,” she whispered softly with a kiss to your cheek as she pushed you towards him, “I’ve gotta go. Buh-bye!”

You watched her go with a helpless expression, fully aware that Steve was watching you intently. Sighing softly you looked back at him, “sorry about her, she’s…a lot.”

“No worries,” he had such an easy going manner about him, “if it’s easy consolation, I think you’re super cute too.”

“Oh, I-I…” you weren’t even sure what to say or do. It had been a long time since anyone had caught your eye and even longer since someone had so openly shown you so much interest, “do you…want to grab a drink?”

“Yeah,” he agreed easily, “I do.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The two of you were in a small, cozy booth towards the back of the bar, the lights low and only the smallest bit of space between the two of you. When you’d grabbed your drinks, he’d easily guessed your drink of choice and had beaten you to paying. Since then, you’d been engrossed in conversation, your drinks half consumed but long forgotten.

In the past you’d need a large number of drinks in order to make through almost any date, but you didn’t feel like that was necessary with Steve. He was so easy to talk to and get along with that it was almost scary. But you found yourself so drawn to him that it felt like you’d been destined to meet each other. You had never really believed in any of that before, but you weren’t going to question it either - not tonight, not when everything felt so good and so right.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked after a while, catching you off guard. You raised an eyebrow, not entirely against the idea. 

“Now? This late?” you asked and he laughed - a warm, pretty sound that made your heart beat a little faster, “what are we going to do?”

This was the point where you half expected him to suggest going back to his place. One night stands weren’t really your thing; part of you was already sad to let him down. He might have sensed what you were thinking and feeling because he quickly shook his head, “no - no. Not that. I don’t want-”

“Oh,”

“No, I mean I do,” he groaned as he ran his hands through his thick, luscious hair, “respectfully I do and would absolutely do that, but I have something different in mind.”

You were giggling now, a pretty sound that Steve thoroughly enjoyed. You grabbed your drink and finished off the rest before leaning closer towards him, “what did you have in mind then?”

“Have you ever done karaoke before?” he had a mischievous look on his face as your mouth dropped open. That was definitely not on your bingo card for the evening; then again, neither had meeting Steve. 

“Surprisingly not,” you sat back and shook your head in amusement, “are we going to do karaoke, Steve?”

“We’re going to do karaoke. What do you say?” You slid out of the booth and held out your hand to him, motioning your head towards the door. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” but you already knew that you were going to enjoy this night. He was staring at you as though you had hung the stars and the moon. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

An hour later your sides were sore from laughing too much and your face hurt from smiling too much. The two of you had just done a round of loud, fun karaoke, picking the worst possible songs for both of your voices. But none of that mattered - you were having too much fun to think about anything else. Plus, everyone around you was either also taking part of the bad karaoke or a few drinks in and couldn’t tell the difference between actual talent and the worst thing they’d ever heard. 

Steve had helped you off the stage, his frame warm around yours. He looked at you, sweaty and tousled but still wickedly handsome. It was hard to hear over the thump of the music and the half-drunk singing in the background so you leaned into his space, “that was so much fun.”

You took advantage of the moment and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His cheeks flushed even redder than before, “have you ever gone to the beach at midnight?”

“No,” your eyes grew wide as he started towards the exit, taking your hand in his, “Steve. Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” he insisted in a way that made you feel warm and hopeful but also so alive. You nodded eagerly and let him take the lead, pulling you through the thick throng of people and back into the chill of the evening air. As soon as he noticed you shivering slightly, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, “that should be better.”

“Thank you,” you grinned at him. It wasn’t like you to just go with a man you’d just met and do all of these things with them. But this wasn’t just any sort of ordinary night and Steve didn’t feel like any sort of guy, “let’s go to the beach then!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time you got there, it was late and it was peaceful and there weren’t many people out. The beaches of Chicago weren’t a huge attraction this late at night. You walked around the waterline and he playfully threatened to throw you into the water, and pretended to run away from him. The ease with which the two of you got along was magical. Eventually, the two of you found a spot in the sand and sat in peaceful, contemplative silence. 

“I’ve never really watched a sunrise like this before,” you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting in the sand, feet buried, as you watched the sun slowly start to rise in the distance. The sun was turning from inky blues to pretty pinks and purples and eventually to gold and orange, “it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, reaching for your hand and taking it in his, and giving it a gentle squeeze, “it is. I like coming out here sometimes because it’s so quiet and peaceful. Almost no one else is awake.”

“As much as I like sleeping in, I could get used to this sometimes,” you stifled a yawn as you watched the waves gently lap and break in the distance. You felt your tummy rumble, and a brilliant idea popped up in your mind, “do you want to get breakfast?”

This time it was his turn to look at you in surprise, the corners of his mouth perking up in a small smile, “starving. What’d you have in mind?”

“There’s this little hole in the wall diner that I love. They’ve got the best pancakes and eggs in the city easily and its one of those secrets you have to share with people,” you felt silly getting so excited about food, diner food at that, but judging from the look on Steve’s face, you had nothing to worry about, “and I would love to let you in on this well kept secret.”

“Consider me intrigued, hungry, and honored,” there was a wickedly happy glint in his eye as he slowly stood up and brushed the sand bits off himself. Helped you to your feet and proceeded to dust you off without you even asking or anything. That little bit made your heart practically flutter with happiness, “just give me directions and we’re on the way, baby.”

You looked at him, all sleepy and starry eyed with a saccharine smile, “I like you, Steve Harrington. It feels like I’ve known you my entire life.”

“I like you too,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing a pretty pastel pink, “I feel like you’ve always been here.”

The two of you looked at each other for a few moments before he gently took your face in his hands and kissed you, slow and deep. You liked kissing him; it felt familiar and new all at once. Plus, you know, he was an excellent kisser which didn’t hurt anything.

“If that’s how you feel about me now,” you teased when he pulled away, shy and bashful, “wait until try the pancakes - you’ll love me then.”

“I believe you,” and you believed in what he was saying, “let’s go!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“So?” you asked in between bites of sweet, delicious fluffy pancakes, “what do you think?”

Steve had just stuffed a huge bite into his own mouth but made a small sound of content. You eaned back in your seat with a small, satisfied expression on your face. It was still early in the morning and there were only a few customers in the diner besides the two of you. The waitress had been loud, cheery, and kind and made you feel so at home and comfortable.

“Delicious,” he agreed as he swallowed the bite, “you definitely weren’t lying.”

“That’s one thing I don’t do,” you promised, “I don’t lie.”

“Tell me more,” he took a sip of the coffee and looked at you eagerly, “tell me everything about you. I want to know everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” he confirmed, “I want to know it all.”

“How much time you got?” you were joking, but you knew that he was sincere in his questioning. 

“For you? All the time in the world,” his smile was winning, big and pretty and you wanted to see it for the rest of your days. 

Was it possible to be in love with the man that had been a total stranger at the start of evening? Because you were pretty sure that had just happened.

“Okay,” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep the smile from breaking your face, “only if you promise to tell me everything about you.”

“Deal.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“What are you thinking about, huh?” Steve came back into the living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in hands, topped off with mini marshmallows. He set them on the coffee table before sitting back down next to you. You leaned into him and leaned your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“Nothing much,” you whispered softly, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek, “just thinking about the night we met.”

He chuckled fondly, giving you a small squeeze, “it feels like it was just yesterday sometimes. Other times it felt like it was a hundred years. That was a good night.”

“Yeah, it really was,” you agreed, “good thing Allie was so…loud and obnoxious or we might have ever met.”

“Maybe not that night,” Steve shifted so he could properly look at you, “but we’d have met one way or another. I’m sure of that.”

“Yeah?” your smile stretched across your entire face as you beamed at him. He gently put his hands on the side of your face, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, “I’m so in love with you, Steve Harrington.”

“And I’m so in-”

“Daddy,” you heard the sound of her small, soft voice before you heard her small footsteps or saw her come into view, “Mama.”

“Hey Busy Miss Lizzy,” you held out your arms to her and she padded her way over, clutching onto her favorite stuffed dog, “what are you doing up, baby?”

She clambered her way onto the couch, and made herself comfortable in Steve’s lap, “I couldn’t sleep. I had a bad dream.”

In her little voice it sounded more like a bad dweam, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to laugh. You stroked her chubby little sweet as Steve kissed the top of her curls, “do you want to stay with us for a little bit?”

“Yes,” she looked between you and Steve with a hopeful little look, “please.”

“C’mon,” you grabbed the blanket at the end of the couch and draped it over the three of you, “that’s better. You two comfy?”

“Mhmm,” Steve hummed in content, happy to be surrounded by his favorite girls, “perfect.”

“Me too,” Lizzy grinned happily, displaying her little gap toothed grin, “can I have some hot chocolate?”

You exchanged a look with Steve before laughing softly. 

You hadn’t imagined any of this the night you’d met him entirely by chance. But, you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

[ayyy-pee]

kind of wanna open my requests so i can flex my brain a lil bit. yall send me something to write! sldkfjksd PLSSSSSSSSS

Hi Lexi!! How’re you?? 🥹💕

Could I possible request… some fluffy dad Suguru content? 🥹🥹 I just… think he’s such a sweet dad ❤️ And so caring and adoring 🫶

Nonnie, I'm SO late answering this!! I'm doing well! I hope you are too!! I hope you enjoy this because fluffy dad Suguru also makes me meltttt. He is just such a perfect dad fr I hope you enjoy this and thank you for the request! ❤️

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The first time Suguru holds his daughter, he is bewildered. The shock of watching her enter the world through you has not yet worn off and his mind is in overdrive. While the doctors and nurses work to ensure you’re healthy and in good condition, he’s handed this tiny human to care for in the meantime. And he has no clue where to start.

He simply watches her at first, amazed at how quiet she is, how her tiny hands are curled into fists and tucked under her chin. How her tiny chest rises and falls with calm breaths. And he’s amazed at how quiet you are, too. The baby’s entrance into the world was an emotional one for you both, Suguru holding your hand tightly as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion to bring life into this world. You’re lying in bed with your eyes closed as you catch your breath and Suguru can’t help but stare at both you and your daughter.

She looks like you, he thinks. As she dozes in his embrace, he sees the uncanny resemblance. She has your best features – your nose, your cute pout, she even has a tuft of hair sitting atop her head that Suguru is certain will one day match your color and texture. He begins to wonder if he was even in the room when she came to be. This baby is all you.

But, he supposes he’s lucky. He can’t be unhappy about that. You’re wondrous. Even as you lie exhausted and sweaty, Suguru finds you to be the most ethereal being he’s ever seen. Strong, too. He’s certain he doesn’t know a single person in the world that is stronger than you right now. He definitely doesn’t know anyone as generous as you. To gift him something so extraordinary. He’s not sure he could ever express his gratitude.

The first tiny hiccup Suguru hears from his child makes him stand straighter, eyes wide as he peers down at her. And then another hiccup happens, followed by rapid breaths, a little pouty mouth that opens to let out quiet sobs. He looks at you in panic, but you meet his fear with a gentle expression on your face. One that holds encouragement, because you know that he needs it. You know he’s never seen himself as a father, never been confident in being one.

You know that he’s scared.

But you give him the boost he needs, gently rocking his baby in his arms, cooing softly. It’s like instinct kicking in. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He bounces the newborn, slowly walking around the hospital room as he tries to calm the baby. The cries quiet down gradually, the tight expression on her little face softening. “I’m here. Daddy’s here.”

And his heart swells as the cries stop, as her face relaxes, as his words comfort his child enough that she opens her eyes for the first time since coming into the world. She peers up, and Suguru stands still, heart nearly stopping when he sees violet eyes exactly like his own staring back at him. It’s the only thing it seems he’d passed on to her.

You are perfect. So incredibly perfect. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, that he’s holding such magnificence in his arms.

“See?” You call quietly to him from your bed. The doctor and nurses have given you the green light, letting you know they will be back to check on you soon. So it’s just you, him and the tiny world you’ve created together in Suguru’s embrace. Your eyes light up from across the room, guiding Suguru to your bedside where you smile softly as he leans forward to hand you the baby. “You’re already such a good dad. Himari is so lucky to have you.”

- - Six Years Later

“Daddy, hurry up!”

“Hold on! I need to fix my hair! Almost done!”

“Ooh! I wanna help!”

A quiet chuckle can be heard from behind Suguru as he sits in front of the vanity in the bathroom. You’re brushing through his hair, which has grown exponentially over the years. As you stroke through the strands, Suguru hums softly, a small smile curling on his lips when he hears the tiny footsteps slapping against the hardwood floors.

“She’s coming,” you tease, a sing-song lilt in your voice. You set the brush down on the vanity, stepping aside carefully as Suguru stands. He takes your hand in his, pulling you close. Well, as close as he can. Your round belly keeps him from being able to fully hold you. You’re due to give birth to your son any day now, and while Suguru begged for you to rest while he got dressed for tonight, you’d insisted on taking part in the festivities.

“Absolutely not! I want you both to look your best so I can get pictures!” You’d argued earlier, stubborn as ever.

“Oh, so you don’t think I could get Himari ready on my own?” Suguru asked, feigning offense and you scoff.

“No. Move.” You pushed past him, earning a hearty laugh from your husband. He loved your little attitude. He loved it even more when you were pregnant. It was so cute watching you waddle into the bathroom, starting the shower and barking at Suguru to wash his hair so you could style it. While he finished his shower, you got Himari ready, only returning when she was busy playing with her toys while waiting.

“Were the curls necessary?” Suguru asks, glancing at his reflection. You stand on the tips of your toes, attempting to press a sweet kiss to his cheek, only for Suguru to quickly turn his head and steal a kiss from your lips instead. You can’t help but grin.

“Stop it. I think you look –”

A loud squeal cuts through the atmosphere and you both snap your heads towards the sounds where Himari stands in the doorway of the bathroom. “Oh my gosh!! Daddy, you look so cute!!!” Your daughter claps her tiny hands, bouncing up and down.

You watch with hardly concealed amusement as she closes the gap between you three and Suguru kneels to her level immediately, forgetting all about you. “Not as cute as you, Hima.” He winks, taking Himari’s hand in his and twirling her around to take in her powder pink princess dress. Suguru wears the same colored shirt, insisting he match his baby from head to toe.

It’s adorable, because as the years have passed, any similarities Himari once shared with you have slowly disappeared. She’s practically a carbon copy of your husband – his eye shape and color, his nose and lips. Even her personality is the same as his, which is clear in the way they’re now bickering back and forth.

“Please, Daddy, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee–” your daughter whines, violet eyes wide as she juts her bottom lip out to pout.

“Please, what?” You question, glancing between the two. Suguru rolls his eyes, rising to his feet.

“She wants to put bows in my hair,” your husband mutters. You burst into a fit of giggles because you know exactly what’s going to happen next.

“What color, Hima?” Suguru asks her, moving past you to find the hair accessory drawer you keep on the bathroom shelves for your little girl.

Just what you knew would happen. What Himari wants, Himari gets. Especially when it comes to Suguru. He has said no to his daughter maybe three times in her entire six years of life. Your daughter folds her arms across her chest, closing her eyes and knitting her brows together in concentration (because this question is so very important) and God, she looks so much like her father it almost makes you emotional. Your hands find your belly, rubbing soothing circles over the soon to be new addition to the family as you observe your husband kneeling down again with the blue and purple bows that your daughter chose for him.

Himari tucks Suguru’s hair behind his ears, holding it in place by clipping a blue bow on one side and a purple bow on the other. Then Suguru does the same to hers – one blue and one purple bow to match his. He then lifts her, holding her tightly as Himari wraps her arms around his neck.

“Ready, Mommy!” They announce in unison.

- - - - - - - -

“Promise to take lots of pictures, Sugu,” you nag as your husband guides you slowly and carefully down the stairs. Himari waits impatiently at the bottom of the steps.

“Yeah, yeah. I will.”

“Suguru, I’m serious!”

He laughs, amused by the way you’re frowning. He won’t lie, everything you do while pregnant is adorable to him. He knows he shouldn’t go out of his way to annoy you, but you’re so cute and round with his baby, he can’t help it! “Yes, I know, love. I’ll take a lot of pictures.”

“Okay, good. Pictures of both of you, too. So I can frame them.”

“Yesssss, okay.”

Suguru helps you off down the last step, hands finding your belly and rubbing gentle circles. Your son kicks at his palms and he can’t help but feel his heart swell with pride. He can’t wait to hold his son the same way he held his daughter soon. Your sighing pulls Suguru from his daydreams, and he sees you staring up the staircase because he knows you likely won’t have the energy to try and get back up the stairs while he’s out. You’ll probably sleep on the sofa until he’s back and able to help you get up to bed safely. It’s become sort of a routine in these last few weeks.

Suguru leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head, a promise that he’ll take care of you when he gets home. He turns his attention to his eager daughter.

“Ready to go, Princess?”

She nods excitedly.

“Wait!” You exclaim. “Let me get a picture before you leave!”

“Babe, we’re going to be late…” Suguru groans, scooping Himari into his arms.

You roll your eyes, lifting your phone anyway. “Don’t care, smile!”

Himari beams, Suguru grins and again…twins. You snap a few photos, knowing it will only take Himari only a few seconds before her cute smile morphs into an expression that looks like she’s in pain.

“Okay!” Satisfied with your pictures, you hurry over to your husband, kissing your daughter’s cheek before Suguru gives you a quick peck on the lips. “I love you both so much. Have fun, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy!” Hima agrees, nodding with determination.

“We will, baby. I love you. Get off your feet and rest, please,” Suguru chides. “Call me if you need me. If you can’t reach me, call Satoru or Shoko, okay?”

“I will,” you reassure him, because beneath his calm request, you can hear the apprehension in his voice. These days, he’s hesitant to leave you alone for too long in case you go into labor while he’s gone. But this night is important to Himari, and with a little (a lot) of pushing, you’d finally convinced him to go.

You wave goodbye to your husband and daughter as they head out of the front door for the night. And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but as you take a seat on the couch and pull up social media to share the photo of your husband and daughter, tears begin to fall. 

Himari has grown so much, and you are proud of the young girl she’s becoming. You wouldn’t be able to do this without the man who has been there with you through it all. You are so lucky to have Suguru – as a husband, as the father of your children. You can hardly believe there was ever a time where he doubted that he would excel at being a dad. These pictures are evidence enough that he was always going to be the best dad he could be. He would do anything for you, your daughter, for you, your son, your family.

With one hand you rub your belly, you sniffle quietly as you speak, “I can’t wait to take pictures like this with you, my sweet Yori…”

You hit ‘Send’ on your post, the photo of Suguru and Himari with matching outfits, matching hairbows, and matching smiles uploading with the caption: “Look at my cuties! Baby’s first Daddy-Daughter dance! ❤️”

[chrissidepiece]

Best freinds

Paring - Reader and bsf!Matt

fluff 💕 Matt Y/n

Me and Matt have been close we flirt a lot all the time but I think I’m staring to catch feeling for him

Suddenly matt bursts through the door yelling my name

Y/n! Oh, can I see?

I closed my journal giving Matt a stare he looked at me and pouted

in the front of my head I thought something’s wrong with my best freind but in the deepest corner of my mind I thought about how cute he looked.

Hello? Earth to y/n? What are you dreaming about how handsome I am he said sarcasticly and I looked at him and sighed before sitting next to him and putting my journal on the top shelf above my bed.

What do you want you big baby I said chuckling to myself he looked at me as if he was flustered, I hope he’d had knew I was joking I mean some part of me wanted to call him baby without having to say “I’m just joking!”

Matt stared at me as if I was an alien kid what’s wrong with you? He opened his mouth and said awh im your baby? He said as if he was happy of course I knew he was joking but I wish he wasn’t.

Matt what do you want dude I was busy writing.

So rude but I wanted to ask if you wanted to watch me play some fort with chris I looked and him and said why not? He grabbed my hand as he led me to his room,

he held my hand? Wait what.. maybe it was just a friendly gesture me and matt sat down next to each other he was still holding my hand I let go even though I really didn’t want to.

What’s wrong you been acting weird since I saw you writing in your journal. I looked at my phone it buzzed, it was a text from nick

Did you tell Matt abt how u feel?

I hope Matt didn’t see what his brother had texted me he looked at my face, who texted you? Oh it’s nothing

Oh okay he blew a kiss and I caught it before sitting next to him watching him play fort with his brother we took turns it’s been about 5 hours and I got bored

I decided I should text nick back

You almost blew my cover!

Not my fault you won’t man up and tell him how u feel.

I’ll tell him today

Okay girl he’s your best freind he won’t leave you

Okay love you

Love you too girl

Matt I’m tired can we go to sleep? He looked at me and nodded his head yes he told his brothers he was tired and was gonna log off I turned my head toward him wanna go to my room? I suggest since we spent basically all day in his room yeah I’m tired too I want to watch a new movie with you

I layed on my bed and looked at Matt in his grey sweats I looked at him and stumbled on my words cause of how those sweat makes him look so.. never mind.. Matt can you turn around so I can change?

Why can’t I see a pretty girl get dressed? I scoffed rolled my eyes and walked up to him, you’ll get to see this pretty girl some other time.

Is this a promise? Yes now turn around! I say slightly yelling at him I took my shirt off and felt the breeze hit my chest I rummaged around my wardrobe in hopes to find something comfortable and I didn’t in result I turned around and faced Matt’s back.

Matt take off your shirt I said in a clear voice he turned around looked at me up and down and with no hesitation and said yes ma’am I took his shirt and put it on, I keep my promises I said with a almost snarky remark he looked at me and said can you make another promise then? I looked at him and pushed his forehead softly you’ve seen enough for one night.

Fine he says in a tone

I looked at Matt on in his grey sweats and I could swear I saw a bulge in his sweats I mean it wasn’t that hard to miss I decided to tease him

I see someone’s excited about seeing pretty ol me?

He looked down and covered his boner he walked out the room and a fuck you could be heard outside of my door, I rolled my eyes before laying down drifting to sleep

He walked back through the door without a Boner and jumped on my bed causing my journal to fall and open on a page

January 1 2024

I think I’m Inlove with Matt, I mean he’s my best freind he cute and well he’s just the sweetest person ever, I don’t want to tell him because well maybe he’ll think I’m a weirdo because I like him and the flirting that happens between us is really not helping my thoughts.

He scanned through the journal and slammed it shut acting as if he didn’t read my journal I knew I was fucked but instead he handed me my journal and layed down next me and gave me a kiss on the forehead

I don’t think your weird for liking me cause I flirt with you on purpose. I smiled at him talking about me so nicely I rubbed my thumb on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss on his plump and soft lips

Y/n?

Yes? A few moments passed before he looked at me and said I think I’m Inlove with you too.. will you be my pretty girl? I looked at him and kissed him before letting go of his soft lips and saying yes I’ll be your pretty girl I love you

Matt?

Yes?

Can we go to sleep I’m tired. He opened his arms and I crawled on him before I heard a low I love you come from his mouth I kissed his chest and said I love you too.

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A fic where Felix helps reader through night paranoia?

I understand if this topic is sensitive or if you're not comfortable writing it, thank you anyway! :)

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol!felix. slight confession au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: mild thematic elements. a shit ton of angst (this includes: mentions of hallucinations at night, being scared of the dark, high amounts of anxiety/panic attacks, sleep paralysis demons, insomnia). reader deals with night paranoia. felix knows how to take care of her at night. pet names (affectionately). cute fluffy moments between reader/felix.

word count: 3.4k

summary: ever since you were a little girl, you've had to battle the shadowy demons away from the edges of your mind each and every night. and you're used to dealing with it at this point. but sometimes, you just need your boyfriend felix to help you through the bone-chilling nights.

a/n: first of all, thanks for requesting this, anon! i've never written something with this kind of topic before and i thoroughly enjoyed it (and no, this topic isn't sensitive for me 😊). actually, while researching for this, i came to the realization that i might actually suffer from night paranoia myself. like, i get all panicky when i'm alone in my room at night and i physically can't feel comfortable/fall asleep unless i check under my bed/all the rooms around me. all of the horror content i've consumed since i was young is probably catching up to me now lol! 😂 hope you enjoy this anon, thanks for requesting~ 💕

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For most of your life, you’ve suffered from night paranoia. 

 As a little girl, it started as just small little things late at night. Like how you always needed to check in your closet for ‘monsters,’ and how you wouldn’t feel satisfied until your parents combed the entirety of your room for any bad guys. 

 Then, in middle school, it grew so that you were afraid of the dark - you physically couldn’t spend a minute in the shadows of the night without feeling panicky, so your parents had taken to instilling a nightlight in your room in hopes that that would help your fears. 

 And it was in high school that you started to see the faces - swarthy, sinister-looking things that were neither human nor fantastical. Just… unsettling in the highest of forms. They made it so that you were afraid to close your eyes late at night, for you knew what'd you see just behind your vision. 

 Finally, by the time you started university, the cumulation of all of your childhood fears morphed into that of what the doctors called ‘night paranoia.’ 

 Being diagnosed with such a thing as a young adult was both relieving and terrifying. On one hand, it felt good to finally put a name to the thing that you had been dealing with since you were a little child. But then on the other hand, it was scary to understand all that night paranoia entailed, and realize that your symptoms would probably follow you for the rest of your life. 

 But mostly, it was just depressing. 

 To know that there wasn’t much you could do about it. 

 Wasn’t much you could do to combat all of the sick, scary feelings at night. 

 You chose not to tell many people about the diagnosis, so no one - except your closest family members - knew about it. 

 You didn’t want anyone worrying when it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

 You just made sure that you were never out around the time when you would get sleepy, and that you never stayed the night over at a friend's house. 

 But then, one day, you met a boy named Lee Felix in your Humanities class at university. He was a year older than you and majoring in Dance Theory, but was taking the Humanities class as an elective. The two of you hit it off instantly, and within no time at all, spent most of your time together. 

 Things started to turn murky though- when Felix wanted to spend the night over at your place one day. To him, you were acting weird about the whole thing and blowing it way out of portion. But to you- you just wanted to avoid it all, and for him to leave so that you could face the long night alone. By yourself. With no one around to witness everything that you experienced deep in the twilight dream space. 

 That night ended in a huge argument between the two of you, but eventually, you made up and went back to your old way of things. With you never sleeping in front of him. 

 So imagine your surprise, when the two of you came back to his place one night and you practically blacked out from all of the alcohol that you had consumed at the club earlier that evening. 

 In no time at all, the paranoia started. First, it was the racing of your heart, and then when you closed your eyes, the visions skated across your eyesight. You quickly sat up from the living room sofa, frantically beginning your nightly search around the room - the one you always did to try and dissuade your fears. 

 That’s when Felix walked into the living room, fresh from a shower, and saw you hesitating to open the nearby linen-closet door. 

 ‘Y/N… what’s wrong?’ He had asked in a quiet voice, but you weren’t paying attention to him at that moment. 

 You were squared off with the wooden door, your heart pounding in your ears as you psyched yourself up to grab the handle and yank it open. Really, it didn’t have to be that difficult. You had the same routine every night, check every single door to make sure nothing - or no one - was lurking behind it. But even still, you always froze up with fear just before you continued with your plan. 

 Just as you finally managed to muster up the courage and twist on the door handle, you felt a gentle hand land atop one of your shoulders. Fingers squeezed your skin, and the room dived into silence as you held your breath. You didn’t like people touching you when you were in such a state. But oddly enough, for once, you didn’t flinch away from the human contact. If anything, it helped to soothe some of your paranoia. 

 ‘Y/N, angel, what’re you doing?’ It was Felix who was talking. Felix who had a hold on your shoulder. Felix who was gradually bringing you back down to earth, unbeknownst to him. 

 And all at once, you broke down into tiny, muted sobs. They racked through your entire body, your shoulders shaking with them, your chest constricting with the pain, anxiety rushing through your veins like hot, molten lava. ‘I can’t do it, Lix… I-I just c-can’t.’ 

 Felix was turning you around then, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to his chest. You buried your face in his shirt, tears staining the thin cotton fabric. At that moment, you felt incredibly ashamed of yourself. You didn’t like the idea of other people knowing your struggles; you had taken much pride in hiding such a weak side of yourself from the people around you for a long time. The shame around the paranoia was thick and confusing and left you in a puddle of tears most nights when you were alone, laying perfectly still in your bed. 

 You melted into your best friend’s grasp, fingers clutching at the loose sweatpants positioned around his hips. He held you close to him, running his nimble digits through your hair, trying to calm you down by muttering words of assurance in your ear. 

 ‘Shh, it’s okay…’ Felix whispered, only making you cry harder into his chest. The scent of him - of warm, sweet chocolate chip cookies and chai-spiced tea - filled up your entire body with a comforting kind of feeling, helping to slow down your racing heart somewhat. ‘It’s gonna be alright… I’ve got you, baby.’ 

 That immediately stopped the tears from cascading down your cheeks. And all at once, you were yanking your form away from his warmth, staring up at him with bleary eyes and flushed cheeks. 

 He had never called you that before. 

 Angel, sure. 

 But baby?

No. 

‘W-What-’ You began, completely at a loss for words as your eyes skated across his face - passing over his messy, dripping black locks, the star-like freckles on his cheeks, and stopping at his perfect, pink, rosebud-like lips. 

 ‘Now, will you let me help and take care of you?’ He questioned, leaning into you slowly, catching your gaze once more. His pupils were dark and filled with so much adoration and concern. And it was all for you. ‘Will you let me love you? Like I’ve always wanted to?” 

 You swallowed around the ball of anxiety forming in your throat. Because seriously, you must’ve been living in a dream. Lee Felix, asking you if you’d allow him to love you? One of the most popular guys in the entire university, wanting to be yours? Your best friend, seemingly confessing his feelings for you in the most inopportune moment? 

It was all so backward and confusing. Nonetheless, you found yourself nodding rather hastily. Like his offer would be off the table if you didn't accept right that instant, ‘Yes… yes, a thousand times yes.’ 

 Then, you had no time to react - as the prettiest boy on campus, as your best friend - gently yanked you close to him and captured your lips up into a yearning, full kiss. Your mouths slotted together perfectly, like the two of you were made to be kissing one another. 

 After a few beats of silence and feeling nothing but his lips against yours - tasting nothing but his sweet scent on your tongue, the two of you pulled away to catch your breaths. 

 ‘You wanna tell me about what’s going on with you?’ He asked, reaching up and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. 

 And surprisingly, you did. You felt ready to tell someone else - especially your newly-minted boyfriend. 

 It just felt… right. 

 ‘Yeah- yes, I do.’ You said in a faint voice, words coming out a little wobbly as you looked up into Felix’s eyes and noticed how they were shining with a newfound light of happiness. 

 A benevolent smile spread across his perfect lips just then, ‘Good, I was hoping you’d say that.’ He gave one of your cheeks a peck, before leading you over to the couch to talk about everything. 

 And the rest… was history. 

 Ever since that night in Felix’s apartment, you had been extremely open with him about your night paranoia. So, when the two of you eventually moved into your shared place after having graduated from university, it was a regular occurrence for him to help you through such dreadful experiences. 

 Over time, you had learned how to manage your emotions and fears. And most nights, they weren’t that bad. You just made sure you didn’t watch anything frightening or thrilling before bed, and a lot of the time, the faces wouldn’t appear. Some nights, you didn’t feel the need to check every room and look under every possible hiding surface. 

 But then on other nights, you had to go through all of the motions. 

 Check every nook and cranny in your one-bedroom apartment, 

 See the visions in your mind whenever you closed your eyes, 

 And every time you were home alone at night, you had the foreboding feeling that someone - or something - was watching you from the shadows. 

 That only heightened your paranoia even more, and each time those dark thoughts entered your mind, you’d cling to your boyfriend Felix when he’d arrive home from work. He was a choreographer for a popular entertainment agency in the city, so most nights, he’d come home fairly late. Sometimes, you’d fall asleep before he arrived. But then when things were really bad, you couldn’t drift off even when he had long arrived home. 

 You noticed how stress greatly brought on the worst of the paranoia. Usually, it originated from your work. Whenever you’d have a short deadline to meet, or a project to finish under a small timeframe, the night terrors heightened greatly. 

 And that Sunday was one of those nights. 

 All day, you had been running around doing errands. Getting groceries for the week ahead, tidying up the apartment, taking your and Felix’s tabby cat Pixie to the groomers. 

 Even still, the anxiety never left you. 

 You had a big presentation at work that next Monday, one that you had been preparing for all week. 

 The stress of it all only worsened as you arrived home for the day to an empty apartment. Felix wouldn’t be home until late that night - which was the usual on the weekend. 

 You went about the motions of cooking yourself dinner, feeding Pixie, and taking your nightly shower. All in the hopes of calming yourself down. You even tried watching your favorite reality tv show, but quickly lost interest in it when your mind wandered to work for the upcoming week. 

 So once the clock struck eleven at night, you deemed it late enough to turn off the lights. Settling back into bed, tucking yourself under the thick covers, you tried to make yourself comfortable and relax your mind. 

 But then, the bedroom that was plunged into darkness seemed to come alive right before your eyes- the shadows moving and shifting in the corners, the low hum of the central heating seeming to grow louder with each passing moment. 

 Feeling the anxiety rise ever so slowly inside of your body, you tried to dissuade your murky thoughts by turning to your side and letting your mind wander over what you’d like to do with your boyfriend in the upcoming week. You both had a day off that Wednesday, and you were planning of hiking to a nearby mountain for your date. 

 Your musings were interrupted by what looked like a ripple of movement out of the corner of your eye. 

 Body freezing up completely, 

 You sat there in utter silence, 

 Holding your breath, 

 Heart racing a mile a minute, 

 As you waited, and watched. 

 It must’ve been someone. 

 That movement- it was that of a person. 

 You had seen the figure of a human just as the thing flashed across your vision. 

 You should’ve checked all of the rooms in the apartment- even though it killed you to do it, you should’ve. Maybe, if you had, you wouldn’t be feeling so paranoid at that moment. 

Breaths coming out in shallow increments, you lay there for what felt like an eternity, having a silent stare-off contest with the unknown being hiding in the shady corner of the room. 

 It wanted you to turn your back on it, 

 Wanted you to close your eyes and think you were safe. 

 But not on your watch- 

 You weren’t about to let yourself succumb to sleep and- 

Just then, you heard the familiar jingle of the front doors keypad ring out across the apartment, momentarily breaking through your frenzy of thoughts. Then, shoes scuffed against the tiled floor, and a heavy bag landed on the ground. 

 Felix was finally home.

 But then, the shadow in the depths of the room seemed to ripple with movement, bringing your mind back to the threat at hand, seemingly forgetting all about the arrival of your boyfriend. 

 You waited, with bated breath, eyes locked on the corner that was closest to your shared walk-in closet. You kept your focus on the shadowy creature, even when the creak of the bedroom door sounded in your ears. 

 Saying nothing, you merely continued to lay completely still atop the bed, nestled into the sheets, watching in silence for where the being had gone. 

 It must’ve slipped into the closet just as Felix entered the room. It was probably waiting for the most opportune moment and then- 

“Angel?” Felix��s soft tone broke through the slurry of panic that had taken over your brain. You heard feet quietly hitting the carpeted floor, and then your boyfriend was right before your eyes, crouching down low so that he was at eye level with you. “You alright?” 

 His gaze raked over your stiff form - he always knew the signs when you were awake, when you were dealing with a particularly bad spell of paranoia. Your entire body would get all tensed up, breathing turning shallow, and you couldn’t focus on anything else until your mind was eased of the panicky thoughts. 

 “T-There’s someone in the closet, over there,” you said in a low whisper, pointing to the door that you had seen the shadow slip through. 

 Felix didn’t even flinch at your confession. He just tilted into you, placing a soft kiss atop the crown of your head. “Okay,” he signed against your hair, breath warming a chilly part inside of you. “I’ll go take a look, hmm?” 

 You watched in silence, as he strode over to the walk-in closet. One part of you wanted to see what was just behind the door. While the other part of you wanted to squeeze your eyes tightly shut in fear of what you would find there. 

 Heart pounding uncomfortably against your ribcage, you waited in tense silence as your boyfriend carefully opened the door to the closet. Your palms grew sweaty as you clutched onto the bedsheets around you, and for a few seconds, you stopped breathing altogether. As Felix leaned in to turn the light on, throwing the small room into an amiable pool of light. 

 But there was nothing there. 

“See, baby? It’s safe. Nothing to worry about…” Felix began, already moving to turn off the closet light. 

 You were shooting out of bed in a flash of limbs and blankets. Frantically, you stumbled into the closet, kneeling on the ground and beginning to check every dark corner that lay behind the curtained clothes. 

  Because no, 

 No- you had seen something. 

 Something dark and ominous had loomed in the shadow near the closet, 

 It must’ve been hiding somewhere in here and it would- 

Your hands tore at the clothes, searching, and searching, and searching. 

 When finally, you felt two familiar arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against a toned chest. 

 “Baby,” Felix said in a deep voice, the sound of it cascading across the shell of your ears and reaching down into you, touching a warm place in your soul. “It’s alright, darling, nothing’s in here.” 

 “But Lix, I saw-” You whined desperately, hands trying - and failing - to grab ahold of a pile of clothes on the floor and push them away so that you could look behind them. 

 Felix was turning you around, ripping your focus off of the garments and the shadowy figure and forcing you to hone in on his face. On the way that his eyes were soft with concern, the way his jaw clenched and unclenched in the uneasy moment. The way his midnight-black hair swept across his forehead messily. “You have to trust me, yeah?” He began, reaching towards you and brushing away a loose strand of your hair that had fallen in front of your eyes. “You know that I’d never let anyone hurt you, right?” 

 Already, you could feel the paranoia slowly leaking out of you. Like a hole poked into a balloon full of water, the anxiety began to trickle out of your system through the tears that suddenly cascaded down either of your cheeks. “Y-Yeah, I know…” 

 “That I’d never let anyone step even one foot into this apartment without my knowing?” 

 Your gaze was locked on his loose-fitting black hoodie, which you were clutching in either palm. The two of you sat on the carpeted floor in the walk-in closet, with your breaths beginning to come out slower than before. “I know, Lix.” You suddenly whined out, feeling the way your muscles began to relax at his words. 

 His presence alone always helped to console you. 

 But the things he said to you? 

 The promises he made? 

 That he’d always keep you safe, no matter what? 

 Well, those words always sent you down a spiral of softness and love. 

A delicate finger fit underneath your chin then, as your boyfriend gradually tilted your head up until your gazes met. 

 “Okay, good. I just wanna be sure…” His voice trailed off, as his mouth neared yours, and he placed a tentative kiss against your lips. “Now, are you ready to sleep?” 

 A beat of silence passed between the two of you, as you contemplated his words. You knew that the worst of it had already passed. The hallucinations were always the height of your paranoia. And even though there was a good chance that the anxiety wouldn’t completely leave you that night, you found yourself nodding anyways. 

 Felix was hoisting you up in the next breath, carrying you bridal-style over to the bed with a fit of giggles erupting out of you at his sudden actions. 

 He bent over your form, carefully tucking you underneath the thick duvet coverlet, smoothing down some of your hair atop the crown of your head. He stared down at you, a fond smile broadening his mouth on either side. 

 “I’ll always be here, angel.” He whispered, kissing you sweetly for what felt like the millionth time that night. “I love you so much… just wanna protect you.”

 As soon as he pulled away from your mouth, you felt the exhaustion wash over you like a vicious tidal wave. Dealing with such a bad case of paranoia always left you feeling wiped out as soon as it was over with. 

 A lazy smile cracked on your face, as you stared up at him with the hint of pink gradually creeping up into your cheeks. “I love you too, babe.” You reached out to him, grabbing his free hand that wasn’t playing with your hair and squeezing his fingers slightly. 

 “Sleep now, darling… I've got you…” Your boyfriend continued to card his digits through your locks, effortlessly lulling you to a dream-like state. 

 And the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes - before the darkness took over the whole of your body - was the tiny, delicate smile that bloomed across Felix’s face; as he watched you in silence, guiding you into dreamland with gentle hands and sweet words. 

 Fin. 

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hanging out takes an interesting turn (Janis x fem!reader)

Smut- read at your own risk

(There is also some fluff but mostly smut lol)

It’s spring break and (Y/N) is bored out of her mind. *ping* suddenly someone texts (Y/N). She sees that it’s from Janis. Smiles even before reading.

J💕: hey wanna come over and watch movies?

(Y/N): yeah

(Y/N): when should I head over?

J💕: I’m setting up rn so maybe in like 30?

(Y/N): ok see you soon

Without waiting for a response (Y/N) rushes to get ready. She wants to look nice but not overdressed. She decides to wear her favorite pants and her sweater Janis said looked cute on her. (Y/N) smiles and blushes looking back on that interaction. Snapping out of her daydream to check her phone. She has about 10 minutes before she has to leave. Putting on some very light makeup (a little blush, mascara and cherry lipgloss). Packing a small bag with a couple snacks. “Bye mom I’m going to my friend’s house” (Y/N) says as she walks out the door. Taking the short drive to Janis’ house and parking. (Y/N) goes to the door and is gonna knock but gets nervous and texts Janis instead.

(Y/N): hey Jan I’m outside

J💕: ok I’ll be there in just a sec

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Janis is setting up the projector in her garage when she gets a text.

(Y/N)🥰: hey Jan I’m outside

Janis smiles at her phone and texts back while making sure everything looks good.

Janis🖤: ok I’ll be there in just a sec

She opens the door to see (Y/N) looking pretty and hot- wait…did Janis just think (Y/N) looks hot? That’s new…

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(Y/N) sees Janis. Hair a little messy, wearing some black cargo pants with a couple of paint stains, and a band tee with the neck cut off making the shirt fall off her shoulder exposing Janis’s bra strap. (Y/N)’s eyes linger for a little longer than usual. Janis looked amazing, hot? Yeah hot. “Um I set everything up in the garage, follow me” Janis says holding the door open for (Y/N). (Y/N) just smiles following Janis in. Is it suddenly a little hotter? Or was (Y/N) maybe just…no her and Janis were just friends and…(Y/N)’s eyes wonder to Janis’ ass WOAH WHY WAS SHE LOOKING THERE! Her and Janis are just friends right? Pulling (Y/N) out of her thoughts Janis says “ta da” showing off her hard work to (Y/N). “Woah this is amazing, did you do all of this just for me?” (Y/N) asks jokingly. “Um yeah actually…” Janis says blushing a little. Wait Janis is blushing? (Y/N) smirks a little. “So what movie should we watch beautiful? (Y/N) asks trying to be flirty. Janis is now blushing a lot. “Um uh whatever you want to watch” Janis says trying to hide her blush while logging into her computer. They put on a movie, snuggling close, REALLY CLOSE. (Y/N) lays on Janis’ exposed shoulder, absentmindedly drawing patterns on Janis’ thigh. Janis is no longer focused on the movie. Her breath catching in her throat. “Um (Y/N)?” Janis says feeling a little brave. “Yes, beautiful?” (Y/N) says making eye contact with Janis. Janis looks at (Y/N)’s eyes then lips then back to her eyes. “Oh?” (Y/N) says blushing. “C-can I kiss you?” Janis says hesitantly. “Yes please” (Y/N) says, starting to lean in. Janis leans in connecting their lips. The kiss is soft but passionate. They both pull away for air. “Woah” Janis says blushing. “Can we um do that again” (Y/N) asks shyly. “Oh absolutely” Janis says pulling (Y/N) in for a slightly rougher, needier kiss. (Y/N)’s body reacts before her brain and she lets out a small moan. Blushing and pulling away when she realizes what she did. “Oh you like that don’t you baby?” Janis says. The pet name sends an electrifying sensation through out (Y/N)’s body and a tingling sensation in there core. “Call me that again” (Y/N) says sounding needy. “Can I kiss you again baby?” Janis says smirking. (Y/N) pulls Janis in for a needy kiss completely forgetting about the movie. The needy kids turns into a full blown make out session. They both start getting a little handsy. Janis pauses “are you sure you want this baby? We don’t have to do more if you don’t want to?” (Y/N) rolls her eyes and lets out a small chuckle. “I want this, I really want this, I want you Janis.” Janis blushes and kisses (Y/N)’s lips, then her neck, slipping her hands under (Y/N)’s sweater. “Hmm can we take this off I wanna see your beautiful body baby” Janis says. (Y/N) very quickly takes off her sweater. “Ooo that needy are you?” Janis jokes. “shut up and kiss me pretty girl” (Y/N) says wrapping her arms around the back of Janis’ head to bring her closer. “Mmm” Janis hums pulling (Y/N) on to her lap. Once again pulling away for air, (Y/N) tugs at Janis’ shirt, “can you please take this off, I wanna kiss you all over” Janis very quickly takes off her shirt and (Y/N) slowly pushes her down so she’s laying on her back with (Y/N) straddling her. (Y/N) slow kisses Janis neck, earning a moan from Janis. Kissing further down till she reaches the waist band of Janis’ pants, “May I?” (Y/N) asks, Janis nods shyly. “No sweetheart I need words” (Y/N) says hands on Janis’ thighs waiting for verbal confirmation. “please mmm please just fuck me” Janis whimpered desperately. (Y/N) moaned, taking off Janis’ pants, see in the wet spot forming on her underwear. Seeing this made (Y/N)’s walls clench around nothing. “Mm look at you” (Y/N) hummed. Janis sat up “let’s get your pants off too” taking off (Y/N)’ pants, they both admired each other’s naked bodies for a second. (Y/N) brought Janis in for a passionate kiss causing them both to moan in sync. (Y/N) looked at Janis, pupils blown with lust, unable to form words letting out a needy moan.

Janis’ hand found it’s way to (Y/N)’s clothed clit, slowly circling it with her thumb. (Y/N)’s hips bucked desperately needing more. “Needy needy girl” Janis said kissing the girl squirming underneath her. Slowly pulling off (Y/N)’s underwear not breaking eye contact. Playing with her folds to collect some of (Y/N)’s wetness then inserting a finger into her tight hole. (Y/N) moaned loudly, it felt amazing. “You think you can handle two fingers princess?” Janis questioned. “Mmm fuck yeah” (Y/N) mumbled. Janis started steadily pumping two fingers in and out of (Y/N) while also circling her clit. The stimulation was about to send (Y/N) over the edge “J-Janis mmm I’m gonna uuuuuhhh-“ (Y/N)’s walls clenching “cum princess, cum for me” Janis said sweetly. (Y/N) came hard a brain fogging orgasm. “Mmm J…can I return the favor now” (Y/N) asked drawing circles on Janis’ thigh, causing Janis’ breath to hitch in her throat “mmm yeah princess what do you wanna do to me” (Y/N) slowly kissed down Janis’ body, “you know I’m feeling a little hungry” (Y/N) said with a smirk, licking a long slow gentle lick between Janis’ folds sending shivers down the girl’s back “oh fuck please yes” Janis mumbles over come by pleasure. As (Y/N) ate out Janis she started to pull (Y/N)’s head closer needing more contact. “(Y/N) mmm you’re so uuuuhhhh mmm I’m gonna cummm” Janis moaned loudly. “Cum for me sweetheart cum all over my face” (Y/N)’s words sent vibrations through Janis’ core making her see stars and cum hard and fast. (Y/N) licked up all of Janis’ juices then pulling her into a kiss so she could taste herself. Janis moaned into the kiss. “That was amazing, mind blowing, you’re really good” Janis said slightly out of breath. (Y/N) smirked and blushed “you’re really good too…j?” (Y/N) sounded a little worried. “Was this just like a one time thing or…” Janis thought (Y/N) was absolutely adorable for asking this. “Hmm I don’t know baby…do you want it to be a one time thing?” “NO I mean no” (Y/N) says trying to play it off. “Janis, will you be my girlfriend” says (Y/N) very quickly. Janis kisses (Y/N) “absolutely, I would love to be you girlfriend” (Y/N) giggles a little “hmm girlfriend can we cuddle and watch a Disney movie” Janis jokes, “like this or do we need clothes” (Y/N) thinks for a minute, “like this” tangling their legs together and kissing her girlfriend. Janis plays with (Y/N)’s hair. “(Y/N)?” Janis whispers. “Yeah?” (Y/N) answers slightly confused. Janis kisses her. (Y/N) smiles and blushes. They cuddle closer as they both slowly doze off towards the end of the movie.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad lol

[sublimecatgalaxy]

bestie i’m literally so obsessed with this javi fic!! i’m not sure if you’d be willing to do a part two, but if you’re up for it, i think it’d be so cute to see javi and the reader reunite after being apart for some time💕maybe he’s so excited to show her around columbia or they just stay in and catch each other up on what the other had missed? totally up to you!

Part 1

I love this bestie!! I love and adore you, you're the best.

"Hi." I grin as Javier opens the door breathlessly, a bright smile slipping across his face as his eyes trail over me, almost as if he doesn't believe that I'm here. His hand is firmly on the doorknob as if he'd fall over if he let it go and I laugh, giving him a simple wave.

"Well are you going to hug me or not?" I ask but before I can get the sentence out, Javier's wrapping his arms around my waist, tugging me into his arms with a loud laugh, face burying in the crook of my neck.

"I missed you so much, cariña." He whispers and I can feel drops of tears on my shoulders as my fingers weave through his unruly hair.

"I missed you more, Javi. Sucks being a house wife without a husband." I laugh and he hums, fingers gripping onto my hips that I'm sure will leave bruises but it just reminds me that I'm here, with him, my husband who's loved and missed me more than words can say.

"I can imagine." He pulls away from me, reaching up to cup my cheeks so he can kiss me properly, my whole body melting against his as I enjoy the feeling of his body pressed against mine. "C'mon before Steve sees you. He'll ask you too many questions." He whispers, nodding to the apartment across the ball before tugging me into his apartment. "His wife Connie will ask you even more."

Javier watches me closely as I take my shoes off and strip myself of my coat, handing him my bags while I look around his apartment. It's very him, very plain and simple, bottles of liquor set out on the countertop.

"I'm so happy to be here with you." I turn to wrap my arms firmly around his neck, pressing my body against his as he sways me back and forth. I can feel the smile on his lips, cheeks hurting I'm sure by now from all the grins I've caused.

"Took you long enough." He chuckles, pulling me down onto the couch and right onto his lap as I tuck myself into him. "Six months is too long."

"What if I moved here?" I ask suddenly, leaning back away from him, watching the way his eyes widen in real time, jaw slacking in shock as his hands grip my hips.

"Move in with me? Here in Columbia?" I can tell his mouth is drying from how often he's swallowing and I can see the red rimming his waterline, tears already filling his eyes.

"I already spoke to my landlord and my mom." I offer vaguely, hands rubbing up and down his chest. "I want to feel like a wife." I whine, slipping down onto him so I can curl myself into the curve of his body, just happy to be so close to him after so long. "I don't feel like a wife hundreds of miles away." Javi nods, reaching up to cup my cheeks in his hands, a smile slipping across his lips. "I want to wake up to you, make you lunch, be here when you get home."

"Spend my money-"

"Spend your big boy money." I giggle, wrapping my arms around him.

"I worry about your safety, sweetheart." He whispers against my hairline and I nod, knowing that he worries that I'd get involved in the dangers of his career.

"No where is safer than by your side." I whisper, tilting my chin so I can look up at him and he nods slowly, thumb brushing soothingly across my cheek.

"Then let's get the ball moving then."

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[motthe]

okok i know your requests are closed so feel free to push this aside, BUT i have a request for viktor that i thought was cute

ok so the reader is besties with Mel and they end up overhearing Mel and Jayce discussing Viktor research, and they offer to assist them cause why not? so they meet Viktor, they start working, and the readers like “this Russian guy? super hot, i will now try seducing him” and they take to flirting and buying little gifts, maybe even talking about how pretty his eyes or hair is, but Viktor takes it as them poking fun at him. so time goes on and the reader keeps at it until one day viktor snaps (full on in their face, maybe standing up as straight as possible to tower over them 😳), but instead of upsetting the reader, they just find it really hot and say something like “could you get any hotter” which would definitely convince viktor that “yo this person is actually into me, like really into me😳”

it’s a very long request, and i did speed run through the idea, but if you do decide to write it, feel free to interpret it however you see fit, and make it as long as your heart desires💕

Jayce is taking a break, sipping his cold coffee by the windows of the lab. He is in the middle of making a grimace when he spots you outside, taking the academy steps two at a time with a box in your hands and a smile on your face. Eyes narrowing, he turns his head with a slowness that catches Viktor's attention from his desk across the room.

All it takes is that slim-lipped grin and Viktor is letting his face fall into his hands with a groan.

"Lock the door, please," he breathes, rubbing the corners of his eyes. "It's too early for this."

"You have to love their persistence," Jayce chuckles, starting for the door with the goal of reheating his coffee and not locking the door. Viktor just sinks lower into his seat. "C'mon, if you didn't like it you would have tossed 'em to the curb weeks ago."

"No, I would not." He rolls his eyes as his lab partner raises a brow, hand on the knob and waiting. "They are a friend of Councilor Medarda. Treating them rudely wouldn't end well in my favor."

"I say give 'em a chance and see how it goes. Maybe they'll grow on you."

"You and I both know this is a poor attempt at a joke."

"What joke would go on this long? C'mon, Viktor, you're a catch and you know it."

"I won't dignify that with a response," he huffs, leaning back towards his desk to return to his notes. He knew it was meaningless with you on the way. "Bring me back a cup if you please."

"Sure, sure," Jayce sings, waving as he opens the door. When he faces the hall he smiles at the sight of you, hand raised to knock and that little package held close to your chest for protection. "Well, isn't this a surprise?"

"Morning, Jayce," you greet, beaming. He still can't figure why Viktor won't be sweet on you, with your affectionate personality and kind face. Sure, you're hounding him with this crush of yours, but at least you're making it clear where your intentions lie. "Is Viktor in?"

You peer around him into the room, eyes glinting as you spot a familiar form hunched over his desk.

"He is, indeed," Jayce assured, moving to the side to allow you entry. "Keep him company for me while I fetch some coffee?"

"Of course!" you chirp with all the energy of a bullet.

Jayce salutes to Viktor as he leaves, the brunet catching his silent words as the door closes behind him.

Be nice.

Viktor fights not to roll his eyes, scowling down at his notebook as your footsteps click closer.

"Good morning, Vik! You're looking as handsome as always."

Heat works its way up his neck (as it usually does where your compliments are concerned). He glances to his left as a cardboard box is set down, the smell of something sweet tickling his nose. He feels his stomach rumble, but he refuses to keep playing this game with you.

"I'm not hungry," he says, flipping to another page in his notes. Focus, he needs to focus.

"You can save it for a snack! It's those little pumpkin rolls, and don't try to say you don't them! I know you do."

"What makes you say that?"

"Little bird told me. I got extra cream cheese spread, too." His stomach grumbles again as he silently curses Jayce. "What're you working on today, sir genius?"

"The usual."

"Those Hexcore transmitters? Or are you still amping the blueprints for the gloves again?"

He blinks, head only turning a bit as the shock settles. He knew you were here to constantly tease him, but he never thought you actually listened when he would (very rarely) go into what he and Jayce were working on that week.

"Uh, yes," he murmurs, moving to stand. He looks for his cane before you're leaning behind him, grabbing the apparatus and handing it to him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He squints at your smile, glancing down at the pastry box before returning his gaze to your eyes.

"Why do you keep on with this?"

You blink at him, head tilting. "With what, handsome?"

Ah, there goes that heatstroke again.

"Would you quit with the incessant teasing?" he hisses, something popping in the far corner of his mind. "I don't know what you expect to get out of this, but I want no part in it!"

The silence that fills the pause after his exclamation has him catching his breath. You stare at him almost blankly and it's a terrifying realization to think he might have upset you. He is prepared for you to leave, perhaps yell back, or confiscate those delicious pumpkin rolls.

Instead, you just sigh, crossing your arms as you stare at something on his desk.

"You're even hot when you're angry--it's not fair."

"I--what?" he chokes out. "You aren't upset with me for raising my voice?"

"Viktor you can yell at me all you want," you laugh, "but until you tell point blank you hate my guts and never want to see me again, I'm gonna be here to give you snacks and praises. You deserve to be loved on, you know?"

His face must be red by now. There is no way in all of Runeterra it isn't.

"So you...aren't doing the joking? With all the endearments?"

"Of course not! I like you bunches, Viktor! You're handsome and I am insanely attracted to you, so accept my gifts and finally go out on a date with me."

You clear your throat, swinging your arms at your sides as you look away. It's the first time he has ever seen you flustered.

"Please?"

Sighing, he rubs at the back of his neck. This whole time he thought you just enjoyed teasing him, but you were as genuine as your gifts were.

"Are you free tonight?" he mumbles.

A gasp has the both of you jumping, heads turning to find Jayce halfway through the door with two steaming cups of coffee.

"Did you finally crack him?!" he shrieks, smiling wide as you giggle and nod. "Way to go! I knew you could do it!"

"Give me my coffee," Viktor growls, turning to head for the chalkboard and continue his work from the night prior. Feeling a tug at his sleeve, he turns to find you smiling up at him.

"I'm free," you say.

[e-dubbc11]

happy saturday lovely ericca! sorry that your thor plans fell through but i'm happy that it means we get to spend more time together! ❤️

for the asks, can you tell me your favourite headcanons 🥰 or thots 🥵 for our gorgeous mr russo?

My lovely lovely Mindi!

I am so happy you asked for these and they were such fun to come up with, I hope you like them and maybe I’ll even make a part 2. 💕😘 And you asking for these really made my day. ❤️❤️❤️

Headcanons for Billy Russo

Now, these are for MY Billy Russo because I believe him to be sweet, loving and doting but not completely without flaws because he does have flaws and issues but he’s constantly working on that…for you.

I do mention some of these in my fic Say It Again. We’ll start out with those…

He spoils you rotten - gifts, jewelry, flowers

Brings you take out after a long day at work along with a bouquet of flowers

Makes you nighttime tea

Takes very good care of you when you don’t feel well

Covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch

Brings you coffee at your office every morning

Surprises you at work sometimes with lunch, flowers or both

Sets the table for dinner even if it’s just Chinese food

He loves taking you to VERY nice places for dinner dates but also loves hole in the wall bars/restaurants for more casual dates

Always has to touch you in some way - public, private, it doesn’t matter, the man always has his hands on you

Secretly loves when you play with his hair and/or stroke his beard with your thumbs

I believe Billy (like Ben Barnes) has a lovely singing voice so karaoke is a blast with him and sometimes you catch him singing at home when he thinks you aren’t paying attention or when he’s in the shower.

He knows you LOVE when he reads to you and absolutely LOVES when you read to him

He’s all about forehead kisses and top of the head kisses

Cherishes every single time you fall asleep on his chest

Loves to touch your face when he kisses you

Ok now it’s time for flirty/smexy Billy…

The man constantly flirts with you - he loves cheesy pick up lines to be funny and cute. He will go to lengths to get you to roll your eyes at him.

“Baby, feel my shirt. Know what it’s made out of? Boyfriend material.”

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

You try your hardest not to laugh but you can’t help yourself and neither can he.

He likes being in control in the bedroom

Loves hearing you during sex - and tells you to be vocal “I wanna hear you, Princess.”

Loves to whisper smexy things in your ear at inappropriate times to tease you - like dinner dates with his potential clients

Although he loves to be in control, he likes when you’re on top - he loves to look up at your face when you fall apart all over his cock

Always wants to know what you like or don’t like in bed because he aims to please

Well groomed - everywhere (wink wink 😉)

Loves to watch you suck his soul out of his dick and praise you while you do it

Calling him “Mr. Russo” makes him absolutely feral

It makes him hard to see your jealous reaction to women flirting with him

Billy is not without flaws

Hates when you don’t call or text back right away

Can be possessive and jealous - Hates when other men look at you or try to talk to you

Has a hard time expressing himself through words, difficulty opening up at first

We all know Billy was a marine so he can defend himself and defend you but also always wants to show you how to defend yourself.

Play wrestling always turns into him showing you moves to protect yourself

He doesn’t go easy on you either which is a little scary but hot at the same time

VERY protective of you

Sleeping next to him

Loves to watch you sleep and holds you VERY close while you sleep

Always wants you to wake him up if you have to get out of bed for any reason

It worries him if he ever wakes up and you’re not next to him

He has nightmares sometimes (I have a fic about this)

And fights…

Fights with Billy can be intense

But he’s always VERY sorry afterwards

And really really hates when you’re mad at him

I hope you enjoy my Billy Russo headcanons, and like I said, maybe I’ll even make a part 2 because I just love him so much!

[goddessofmischief]

Rick flag x reader/punchline where the team are walking through the forest and she splits up a little bit from the rest of the team because she gets distracted by something pretty or cute and falls into a river but she's never learnt how to swim, including blackguard in a way aswell please?💕💕

River - Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: I added some hints in this fic as to what might be up next for the series, let me know if you spot any! I set this in my Rick Flag series, which you can read here. All my fics in the series are one-shots, but feel free to read the whole series for maximum enjoyment. Requests are open!

...

It’s a nice day out.

You and Rick, plus Blackguard and Harley (your favorite group) were patrolling what looked like a fairytale forest, though you were all too aware of the dangers within. Harley was having the time of her life, skipping through the moss, and even Rick seemed less dour than usual.

...In the background, though, a sparkling river began to catch your eye - and you hummed, glancing around at the group.

“I’m... gonna check something out.”

“Want me to come with you?” asked Blackguard, and you shook your head, trying not to grin.

“I’m flying this one solo, Hertz.”

He looped his fingers through yours, and you held on, just for a moment, until you noticed Rick eyeing you.

You cleared your throat, starting off for the river. You didn’t really need to check anything out. This time, your mission was a selfish one.

...To tell the truth, it'd been a long, long time since you'd glimpsed your reflection.

At the ballet academy you'd grown up in, it had been all about reflections - how you looked, how much you weighed. Things were so different now.

Still, it was a comfort to see that you had not changed, even if everything else did - you still looked the same.

Looking too closely, though-

You tumbled in.

I can’t swim, you thought desperately, I can’t swim, I can’t swim-

You tried to scream, but all that came up were little bubbles.

You were going to die, you thought, in the dumbest way possible.

...

"...Hey, has anyone seen Y/N?” Rick asked.

Blackguard shrugged, confusion knitting his eyebrows together.

“She was with us when we landed, for sure-”

“She went to check something out,” Rick finished, the pieces falling into place. “Hertz, when did we last see her?”

“By the river, I think-”

Both men glanced at each other in mutual panic.

“You don’t think-” Rick started, grimly.

“No, man, she can swim-”

“She can what?” Harley asked, springing up behind them.

“Punch can swim, right?”

"No, she can’t!” exclaimed Harley. “Neither of us can- almost died that way, I swear-”

Instantly, Rick began sprinting in the direction he’d last seen you, Hertz struggling to catch up to him.

“Look, I’m sure she’s not-”

“What if she is?”

Rick arrived at the river, eyes searching for you - nothing. Just a quiet river...

And your body at the bottom of it.

Without hesitation, Rick dove to the bottom of the river, lifting your body up and carrying you to the banks. Blackguard watched, horrified.

“No... come on, no...”

“Be alive,” Rick chanted, beginning to do CPR on you. “Come on, don’t die on me, come on, come on-”

Miraculously, you wake - and Rick cries. He’s not ashamed. He cries, and Blackguard slumps beside him, and they’re both too emotional to care about anything else.

“You’re not dead,” says Rick, speaking the obvious truth. “...Why aren’t you dead?”

You and Blackguard look at him in confusion, and he shrugs.

“I’m sorry, does anyone else find it a little weird that you’re just... fine? How long were you underwater?”

“I don't know, Rick... seven minutes, maybe?”

“That’s pretty weird.”

You sigh, and Rick realizes he’s ruined the moment, as well as any chance he had with you.

“Sorry,” he said, awkwardly. “Well, uh... let’s go back.”

...

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Din Djarin | Headcanons and Prompts

✨ this masterlist is a compilation of wonderful writers* that have blessed us with their amazing works ✨

Warnings/mentions: Alcohol 🥃 Drugs 💊 Violence 🔪

Keys: Angst 😢 Fluff 💕 Smut 🔥 Smuttish 🍑 Keyless 🔑  

Admitting they love you in an angsty situation 😢💕

Age Gap 💕

Bean, the Child 💕 

Being caught by the Baby 🍑

Being with The Mandalorian 💕

Best friends with Mando 💕

Bounty 😢💕🔪 

Breeding kink 🔥

Breeding kink and pregnancy 💕

Clumsy reader 💕

Coming out 💕

“Coming to the party” early 🔥 

Cuddles ft. Grogu 💕

Cuddly 🥃💕 

Dad Din 💕

Dad Din during labor 💕

Dancing in the Dark 💕

Din as a Disney song 🔑

Din falling in love with you 💕

Din fucks hard after your period 🍑

Din has a big dick and doesn’t know it 🔥

Din having nightmares 😢💕

Din with an s/o who’s inexperienced 💕

Din yells and you cry 😢💕

Din’s cuddles 💕

Din’s cute drunk 🥃💕

Din’s grooming routine 💕 

Din’s lactation kink 🔥

Din’s relationship with his covert’s foundlings 💕

Domestic mornings 💕

Dominant s/o 🔥

Drunk 🥃💕

Farewell/Goodbye 😢💕

Finding out your boyfriend is mistreating you 😢💕

Fluff Alphabet 💕

Ghost 🔪💕

Helping Din through his nightmares 💕

Holiday 💕

Hotsprings 🔥

How he reacts to the reader being pregnant 💕

Kissing the helmet 💕 

Living with The Mandalorian 💕 

Mandalorian squared 💕

Mando and his ex run into each other 🔑

Mando having an apprentice 🔑 02🔑

Mando when the power/heat goes out 💕

Morning + what he likes about you 💕 

Mother-hen Mando 💕

Mutual Pining + Naptime 💕

Needing someone to help him take care of The Child 🔑

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥 

NSFW Alphabet 🔥 

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Pregnancy 💕

Protective Din 💕

Reader’s first time with Din 💕🔥

Soft sex 💕🍑

Sunset 💕 

Swaddle 💕

Telling Din about pregnancy 💕

The child is a picky eater 💕

The five times you catch him staring; the one time you do something about it 🔑 02🔑 

The Ghost 🔪😢💕

The Mandalorian being protective 💕

The Mandalorian with a pregnant s/o 💕

Uncertain 💕

Undressing 💕

You were Moff Gideon’s apprentice and now you are helping Mando 🔑

A: (Y/N)? B: Yeah? A: I’m gonna kiss you now. B: Okay. 💕

A: Are you trying to seduce me? B: Depends. Are you seducible? 💕

A: Could you give me a hand? B: I could, but will I? 🔑 

A: Just tell me why you did it! B: Because I’m in love with you, okay! | You saved my life. | Taking care of the other when sick or injured. 😢💕

A: Promise me one thing: that you will stay by my side no matter what is thrown our way. B: I promise I will protect you from every threat, every danger, and from everyone that wishes to harm you. 💕

A: Tell me something I don’t know. B: Your eye twitches when you get annoyed. A: Only because it’s you that annoys me. | A: Where are you taking me? B: You need to relax more. You need to see the world around you, and find some sort of peace within yourself… even if it is just for a little while. 💕

A: You never cared about me before, so why start caring now? B: …because I love you. 💕

A: You should talk to her. B: And have her hear me? No thank you. 💕

A Soft Place to Land by Delta Rae. 💕  

A Song for You by Donny Hathaway. 💕

Adore You by Harry Styles. 💕

Always There by Greta Van Fleet. 💕

Are you... blushing? 💕

Are you asleep? 💕

Be My Baby by Ariana Grande. 💕

Catching you masturbating. 🔥

Close your eyes and hold out your hands. 💕

Close your eyes and keep them closed. 🍑

Did you do something new with your hair? 💕

Did you hit your head? 💕

Din with a soft, sensitive s/o. 💕

Do you not trust me? 😢

Don’t leave me. | Go back to bed. 💕

Don’t move. | Stay close to me. 💕

Don’t move, you’re bleeding. 💕

Exhausted parents kiss. 💕 

Getting stoned with Din. 💊💕

Having to patch up the person you’ve been pining after for months. 💕

He stares at you every time you look away. | They told me you died. And I screamed. I screamed until my lungs hurt too much to continue. 💕

Honesty by Halsey. 💕

Honeymoon by Lana Del Rey. 💕

I almost lost you. 😢💕

I came to say goodbye. 💕😢

I haven’t slept in four days… 💕

I Just Wanna Make Love To You by Etta James. 💕

I lost the baby. 🔑

I love you, okay? I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. | The only person I need right now is you. 💕

I need you. 😢

I swear to God if you get blood on me… 💕

I think you’re beautiful. 💕

I’d hurt anyone who ever left a scar on you. 💕

I’d kill for a coffee right now. | Are we on a date right now? 💕 

I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand. 😢💕

If I could go back in time, I’d still choose you. | I love you, okay? I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. 😢

If you don’t let her go right now, I swear I will break every bone in your body 💕

Is this okay? 💕

It isn't what it looks like! Okay... Maybe it is... 💕 

It’s cold, you should take this. 💕

Levitating by Dua Lipa. 💕

Look, I know you’re a hardass, but can you play with my hair? It would really help. 💕

Okay, but consider this: I don’t care. 🔪 

Please tell me you feel this too? 💕 

Rose. 💕

Shh. Come here. It’s just a nightmare. 💕

Shouldn’t you be with her? | You’re always on my mind. 😢💕

Shy kiss. 💕  

Soft, cuddly Din after you’ve had a bad week. 😢💕

Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back. 💕

Take one more step and I snap her pretty little neck. | You take me instead, do you hear me? Give her back and take me instead. 💕

Tentative kisses given in the dark. 💕

There are people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close. | Overhearing they have feelings for you. 😢💕

There’s only one bed. | Is that a tattoo? 💕🔥

There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling. 💕  

“We can never be together” kiss. 😢

We are stranded here together, so we may as well work together to get off this rock alive. | If you don’t let her go right now, I swear I will break every bone in your body. | A: Tell me why I should stay. B: Because I need you…I... I’m not good with this sort of stuff. 😢💕

What the hell happened. | Don’t close your eyes, stay awake! 💕

What the hell were you thinking!? | Kiss me.  💕😢🔥

What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt! | I can’t feel my legs. 🔪😢💕

When you come for cuddles, make sure you’re naked. 💕

Why are you looking at me like that? | I’m just speechless, you’re beautiful. 💕

You almost died, you… you stopped breathing. 🔪😢💕

You can’t always do everything on your own. | A: If we are going to work together then will you have at least more than a one-word conversation with me? B: No. | Let. Her. Go. 💕 

You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did! | Choose me. 💕😢 

You don’t care. Nobody cares. Just leave. 💕😢

You make a good leaning post. 💕

You need to leave. 😢💕

You will regret ever hurting her, that I promise you. | H-Help me…please. | If you don’t let her go right now, I will break every bone in your body. | Let. Her. Go. | If you lay one more hand on her, I swear I will tear you apart. 😢💕

You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling. | I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. 💕

You’re bleeding. | I’m pregnant. 😢💕

Zombie by Bad Wolves. 😢

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[iprobablyshipit91]

The Question

Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 986

Warnings: swearing

Just some cute Fred Weasley to get you through the day 💕

Harry Potter Masterlist

You stirred suddenly in bed, brow furrowing as you tried to clear away the last remnants of sleep enough to work out what it was that had awoken you in the first place. You rubbed your face sleepily, blinking rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room. You suddenly noticed a shuffling noise coming from the kitchen next door. However, before you could investigate further, a glass smashed and you sat bolt up right, fingers fumbling for the wand on your bedside table and heart beating double time.

Before you manage to grasp the wood, a laugh rang out followed by exaggerated shushing and more laughing. A sigh of mixed relief and frustration leaves you as you slumped back down on to the bed. Your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, had obviously returned back from the pub with his twin brother and their best friend Lee Jordon and from the sounds of it, the three of them were absolutely piss drunk.

You curl back up in bed, waiting for Fred to appear. You haven’t had a night away from each other since the war where you almost lost him, a blast nearly snatching away your love in the blink of an eye. From that moment, a fierce protectiveness has built itself in your chest, with you struggling to let him out of your sight for more than an hour or two. You were slowly getting better though and tonight had proven that as it was the first time you had managed to get some sleep without his arms wrapped around you while he had enjoyed a much deserved night out with his friends. Now you knew he was home though, you simply longed for his touch.

Finally, after much messing around you heard Fred tip toe into the bedroom, banging and clattering into things as he went. Through the dark, you could make out him start to strip out of his clothes clumsily, falling into the dresser more than once. You watch in amusement rolling your eyes at his antics, although you can’t help but bite your lip as you catch a glimpse of his toned bare chest and slim hips that his boxers fit snuggly to.

“Hey, are you coming to bed?” You whisper softly, yet he still jumps a mile at the sound of your voice, stumbling backwards and causing you too snigger into your hand quietly. After his breathing calms slightly he tilts his head and squints at you through the darkness.

“Sorry miss, I’m sure you’re lovely and all but I’ve got a girlfriend,” he slurs before giving you a small nod and promptly throwing himself on the floor.

You let out another giggle, unsure whether this is a joke or not, never quite able to tell with Fred. Or his brother for that matter.

“Freddie?” You question lightly. “Are you being serious?”

“Yup.” He says, popping the ‘p’ and then pausing so long you almost think he’s fallen asleep.

“She’s beautiful my Y/N. Best girl in the world.” He adds then stifles a yawn as you smile and blush at his words. You can hear him fidgeting around to get comfortable. “I’m going to ask her to marry me,” he says quietly, trailing off at the end as his breathing changes to soft snores, but you heard every word as though he shouted it. The sentence ringing in your ears.

I’m going to ask her to marry me.

You’re wide awake now, sat up in bed unsure what to say as your mouth opens and closes without words.

“Freddie?” You finally whisper. “Freddie!” but he continues to snore, dead to the world.

You lie back in bed and toss and turn for a little longer. Whether he even remembers this conversation in the morning is up for debate with the state he’s in so you decide to not dwell on it. If he forgets, there’s not much you can do. You know for certain you’re not going to bring it up with him. If he does remember though, or if he even actually asks the question, well, there’s only one answer you can give him.

You smile softly to yourself and finally give up trying to sleep alone. Taking a pillow and blanket with you, you join Fred on the floor and with a gentle tap to his arm, he lifts it instinctively and you rest your head on his chest, fitting snuggly into his side. After a few moments your breathing evens out and you’re sound asleep too.

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“Eugh, fuck. Why is it so bright in here?” Fred’s muffled voice wakes you up the next morning. You’ve both wriggled around in your sleep leaving Fred spooning you tightly to him, though as he fully wakes up he lets go and rolls onto his back, leaving you missing his warmth. “And why are we on the floor?”

“Because you drank so damn much and you didn’t want to cheat on your girlfriend,” you say sleepily, rolling over as well to seek his body heat and snuggling deeper into his chest.

“That makes... absolutely no sense,” Fred moans, covering his eyes with his hand.

“I know,” you say simply, not bothering with any explanations. “Also, the answer is yes by the way.”

“The answer is yes?” He questions slowly, peaking down at you from between his fingers and you can almost see the cogs turning in his brain, the confusion in his eyes.

“Exactly,” you say happily, knowing this will annoy him no end.

“And dare I ask what the question was?” He finally asks.

“Well, that’s for you to figure out Freddie,” you say seriously, laughing at his groan of frustration and feeling a joy in your heart that only being with the boy you love can bring. Maybe you’ll explain if he actually asks you the question one day, but for now you’re going to enjoy teasing him.

[prince-parkjy]

Morning Kisses Midnight Cuddles | Jungkook

requested by @sunshine-bluez ~ "Could you do 6 + 23 + 27 for Jungkook~ ? :))"

genre: yet another fluff

based off: "You make everyday worth living." & "What's cookin' good lookin'?" & "Kiss me."

request here

» im so soft for him omg

You're awoken from your sleep by your buzzing phone, indicating that you got a message. Or multiple, in your case. Letting out a mix between a yawn and a groan you pick up your phone, scrolling through the messages. They were all from Jungkook, asking to come over and then later spamming you with a bunch of 'Y/N? Y/NNN.'

Y/N: omg shut up yes you can come over

Kook: gr8 :)) i love you~~ 💕💕💕

Y/N: ew

Y/N: ...i love you too 💗

You get out of bed and head over to the kitchen. If Jungkook was coming over, you might as well give him breakfast. That boy sometimes forgets that he needs food to live. Halfway into cooking, there's a knock at your door. Jungkook. You halt your actions and run over to the door, opening it. Your boyfriend smiled at you, showing off his cute bunny teeth. He sniffs the air as he enters; he turns back around to look at you.

"What?"

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" You stifle back a laugh, looking at Jungkook weirdly. "You want to laugh. Come on, laugh." You shake your head and run back to the kitchen, continuing to cook breakfast for the two of you. Jungkook's arms wrap themselves around your waist, his chest hitting your back. He rested his head beside yours, smiling warmly. "It looks like it tastes good. But I know something that'd taste even better." he whispers into your ear.

A blush spreads on your cheeks. You avoided Jungkook's eyes and focus on the food. "Y/N. Look at me." Jungkook's grip on your waist tightened but you didn't comply. This caused him to start leaving short kisses all over your neck and jaw to try & get your attention. "Stop.." you tell him with a slight giggle. He smiles at you, nuzzling into your side.

The tension that was once in the room floated away, replaced by fluffiness.

After some light tickles to your side with soft pecks and the occasional dirty joke, breakfast was finally done. You and Jungkook sat down, munching on the food as the morning light invited itself in, making everything it touched glow. It was silent as you two ate, but it wasn't awkward. As they all say, it was a comfortable silence.

"You cook better than Jin hyung." Jungkook says. You shake your head furiously. "That's a lie and you know it."

"You're right, it is a lie. But I was being a good boyfriend and hyping you up!" You roll your eyes in a playful manner, a smile on your face. Getting up, you grab the two plates and set them in the dishwasher. You made a mental note to wash them later. "So, whats on the agenda today?" you ask. Jungkook stays quiet before turning to you. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes.

"Kiss me."

"Oh-" Before you could even finish your sentence his lips were on yours, kissing you delicately but passionately. You loosen up and lean into his kiss, your arms resting around his neck. Jungkook's own hands cupped your face, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheek gently. You two stayed like that for a while, melting in each other's lips and lying in each other's arms. When you finally do pull away, it's for air. The two of you sit there, slight pants coming from both your mouths. Soon after you catch your breath, you're back to making out on your couch.

Currently, you rested comfortably on Jungkook's lap. It was now late at night, your boyfriend held you close as he scrolled through his phone. You just sat there, admiring his features. It got tiring though, sleep was getting to you. You give up on keeping your eyes open and let them shut, your head falling against Jungkook's chest. He looks down and the sight of you dozing off makes him smile.

"You make everyday worth living." he murmurs. You smile tiredly at his cheesy words and drape an arm around his waist. "I love you." Right after you say those 3 words, you fall asleep; Jungkook chuckles. He leaves a kiss on your forehead and sends a quick message to Namjoon. "I won't be at the dorms tonight :)) gotta keep my cute girlfriend company"