#(seriously im like going through it at the moment so when i saw your ask i was like oh :'DD omg !! !!!!)

[tartarduck]

Omg omg

HIIIII! :D

I

I LOVE YOUR ART

*ahem*

I love your art so much! I saw some of it on Pinterest, google and yt and oh my god I was in LOVE WITH IT

I think I've seen a few on hoyolab as well!

It's so cute and perfect!

And luke just looks so so cute! And his daughter xia xia is even cuter!

I never thought I'd find you here on tumblr but I am so so glad I did!

I love your art and I hope you keep making it in the future!

Seriously looking at your art is one of the best things that's ever happened to me!

Hi!!!!!

Thank you so much for sending this in T_T I'm so happy you like my brainrots HAHAHA sometimes it feels like I'm sending my art into the bottomless pit that is the internet (especially on tumblr because I started this blog as an archive and I'm not very good at being active 90% of the time) so I'm always super surprised to see people find me somehow.

Anyhow anon, you've made my day today <33 I'm lowkey addicted to social media so the art won't stop any time soon (but I'm probably going to be taking a little mental health break for a while until after exams).

[awrkive]

tlp xmas special — jjk (m.)

hello awrkive nation!!! its late but merry christmas to those who celebrate!! sorry for being ia but heres a christmas gift from me to you 🫣 first of all i genuinely forgot abt the car s*x drabble that won that poll i made a few weeks ago which i promised you guys ISHDJDJ but here it is!! this drabble combines all of these three recurring requests for the tlp couple and this might also be the last drabble im doing for them (for now??) so do enjoy!!

pairing: tlp!jungkook x tlp!oc (main story)

summary: in which jungkook looks way too good carrying your sister's three-year old at her christmas eve party and you can't help but let your mind wander

w/c: 6k (ctfu)

warning/s: explicit sexual content (p in v s*x, car s*x, unprotected s*x, cre*mpie), oc having baby fever lol. genuinely not proofread sorry for any errors!

You find babies mesmerizing. They’re charming, they can be a handful, they’re irresistibly cute; so tiny, yet so loud. But to the core, they somehow manage to be a pure embodiment of joy.

Before Nayeon got pregnant, she shared something about having a “baby fever”. Of course you knew what it meant – but you never really felt it yourself. She said it was something about Minhyuk being such a good husband that she couldn’t wait for him to be a father. Well, you related to that specific part, at least; about your own husband being such a good husband. However, for the past year you’ve become a married couple, you never really thought about having babies. Or him being a father. Or you being a mother. 

It’s not like you don’t want to become a mother, like ever, or have a family with him. It’s just you thought you’re still way too young to be having babies. So you kind of just… gloss or skip over that idea – and for the record, Jungkook’s never brought it up, either. 

It’s not until your sister got pregnant for the second time, though, that you got yourself thinking. Seokjin and her had babies almost four years into their marriage, but it’s not very long until they decided to try again after Nari and now your sister is carrying her baby boy for seven months. 

It brings you here, gathered at their house for Christmas Eve. Your families haven’t arrived yet, but you and Jungkook decided to go earlier than the agreed time to help out with the – admittedly, big preparation. And currently, Jungkook’s got Nari – Seokjin and your sister’s 3-year-old – in his arms, asking for raspberries because Jungkook’s her favorite uncle. (Why wouldn’t he be? He spoils her a lot and carries her around when you come over.) He insisted on looking after her so Seokjin can help your sister out in the kitchen while you’re over at the counter island making some charcuterie.

Seokjin’s helping your sister take out the pies they’ve both prepared, with him guarding her and being extra with it because “my wife is pregnant and I’m growing white hairs because she wouldn’t just let me do everything”. Your sister is just so done chastising him for his overbearing antics, but you guess it’s cute, at the core of it all. You’ve always looked up to their relationship all these years. In fact, you kind of see Seokjin in Jungkook sometimes. Seokjin loves your sister the way Jungkook loves you. 

And then, the thought passes over your head like some form of looming possibility, unsettling yet intriguing. It lingers for a moment, uninvited but persistent, as if life is quietly hinting at something you’ve never truly considered before. The idea of a baby, of parenthood, feels distant but somehow more tangible now—like a door you never saw, now standing slightly ajar, waiting for you to decide whether to step through.

Would Jungkook be just as (lovingly) overbearing if you were pregnant? You imagine he’d be even more annoying about it. It’s rare for you to get sick, but when you do, Jungkook practically flips the house upside down just to make sure you don’t have to lift a finger. Takes care of you so seriously, as if the illness would never go away on its own in a few days. So what would it be like if you were carrying his child? Would he act like Seokjin does now, always hovering with a hand on your back, supporting your every move, scolding you if you try to do anything that requires even a little bit of effort?

The thought makes your lips curl. Because he probably would. You know he will. 

And as you look at him from across the room, carrying Nari around effortlessly against his body with one arm, with his red long-sleeve polo shirt pushed up to his forearms, white slacks, and freshly cut hair slicked to perfection for tonight’s occasion, he looks… delectable. 

Like a DILF. 

Except he isn’t a dad. 

But god, would you really, really like to fuck him. 

(And would he look way hotter if he – say – gave you a child?)

“Is it done?” Your sister interrupts your thoughts – thankfully, might you add. Because it’s going in a direction that’s way too inappropriate for a family occasion like this, and you need to be family friendly tonight for this Christmas party. 

When you turn around to see if she was talking to you, you find her looking at her husband instead, and with her stance and the tone of her voice, you know it doesn’t sound good. 

“Yeah. I think I just need to add a little more—” 

“Jin,” she says, sounding a little distressed. “Hurry. And make sure it’s perfect, okay? Everyone’s arriving in fifteen, and this is the first time I’m hosting Christmas and I really, really don’t want to disappoint your family and Jungkook’s parents and mom and—” 

“Hey,” You see Seokjin put a hand on the lower part of your sister’s back, effectively cutting her off. Gently, he tells her, “Everything’s perfect, alright?” 

Soft tunes of Christmas songs are playing all over the huge open space of their house, and you know you’re not supposed to listen in to the conversation given that they’re spoken in an almost hushed manner as some sort of discretion, but you can’t help but notice when she turns to Seokjin to give him a downturned smile.

“I just really want to give this my all…” 

He smiles down at her reassuringly. “You have, honey. Let’s not stress, okay? Not good for baby, remember?” Then, he begins to rub her protruding belly, and you see her visibly relaxing to his touch. 

You turn around quickly to not get caught watching, only to be welcomed with Jungkook making a beeline towards you, with Nari still in his arms. 

“Hi, baby,” Your sister automatically greets Nari, cooing at her, mood immediately picking up. The bright-eyed little girl lights up at the sight of her mommy, making grabby hands instantly. Laughing, Jungkook hands her to Seokjin, who receives his daughter and kisses her chubby cheeks with a smack. 

“What were you up to with uncle JK, little missy?” Seokjin says, swaying her side to side. 

Jungkook leans his elbow on the island while looking at the pair, smiling widely.

“Uncle JK said he’s giving me three presents! Three! I wanna open them!” She holds up three fingers, and you giggle at her cuteness.

Your sister softly laughs in response. “Your uncle likes to spoil you, sweetie. But we’ll open them later, okay?”

“Why not now?” She whines, and you smile at how seriously she takes it. “I want three presents!”

“Don’t worry,” Seokjin laughs, “You’ll have lots of surprises when the grandmas and grandpas get here. But we need to change into your dress first.”

Nari giggles. “You? You’re gonna wear a dress too?”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, why not?”

She shakes her head, still giggling, her pigtails swaying as she does so. God, she looks like a combination of Seokjin and your sister that it’s so uncanny sometimes.

“You’re so silly, daddy.”

Seokjin feigns shock. “Silly? Just wait, Uncle JK and I are going to be Ariel and Belle for New Year’s! Right, Jungkook?” He looks over at Jungkook, who widens his eyes comically.

You laugh, and Jungkook adds, “Well, I wanted to be Cinderella, but sure, I’ll be Belle.”

Nari gasps dramatically, putting her hand over her mouth. “But she’s my favorite, Uncle JK! You can’t be her!”

She’s such a cute kid – and you know everybody in the room agrees. No doubt her mom and dad think so, but when you look over at Jungkook, he’s cheesing really hard – with his nose scrunched into that expression of cute aggression. 

“These two boys are silly.” Your sister interrupts with a playful roll of her eyes. She looks at her husband Nari, “Honey, take Nari upstairs and dress her up, please.”

“I can wear my new dress now?!” Nari shrieks, excitement showing with the way she wiggles in her father’s hold.

“Absolutely, baby, and the sparkly white shoes, too,” Seokjin nods. You all coo when Nari lets out an adorable, delighted “yay!” at the words, already leaning towards the direction of the stairs and telling her father to hurry. With a chuckle, Seojin turns to you. “Alright. And Jungkook, please help her with the food.” Seokjin’s gaze falls to your sister, a reminder before he goes completely.

“She’s so cute, I can’t.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Right… my sister was definitely not that cute when we were younger.” you tease, earning an arched brow to your way from your sister. 

“I was the cuter one between us, it’s an established fact,” she rolls her eyes. “When you two get a kid, it better look like Jungkook.” 

Maybe the remark sounded like such a throw-away comment that Jungkook just laughs it off as if it isn’t the first time somebody hinted at you two starting a family. Or maybe he just thinks it isn’t a big deal. Or maybe… maybe he likes the idea? 

You’re about to say something when your sister turns to you.

“You,” she takes you by the shoulders and you look back at her. “You might want to retouch your make-up. Party’s starting soon. And this charcuterie looks—” she looks to the side as if to check if Nari is still around, and when she deems she isn’t at all, she continues to say, “fucking perfect. I love you.” 

“Duh.” you reply, cockily showing off the board to her and to Jungkook who intriguingly looks at your work. 

“I knew you should have been a chef.” Jungkook comments proudly, grinning at you.

“Alright, man,” your sister says in a flat tone, making Jungkook and you laugh. “Jungkook, can help me transfer these to the dining table, please?” She points to the trays of food and Jungkook rounds the counter so he can do just as she requested. 

Before you can head to the powder room, Jungkook brushes past your waist – just one of the candid things he does to have some sort of physical contact with you when you’re not necessarily talking together or close to each other.

It puts a smile on your face as you enter the powder room. 

Inside, you make quick work of putting another layer of lipstick and pressing powder on your face, checking your hair before you stand upright and look at your reflection in the mirror.

You step backwards enough to see half of your body, and from there, you can see how beautiful you look in the outfit you’ve chosen for tonight. It’s a satin red dress with a halter neckline, the gathered drape cascading gracefully around your neck, exposing your shoulders. The silhouette fits at the waist and flows into a straight skirt that stops inches below your knees, and Jungkook may have had a hard time letting you go in your bedroom before you drove to your sister’s place – but you promised him a good time when you get back home so in the end, he had to tuck in a semi on the way from here.

Poor Jungkook. 

Though… you’re beginning to think poor you, instead.

Because you’re thinking about it again. Him in his outfit tonight; the silk polo so he can match yours, and the way he looked so good with a baby girl in his strong arms. 

You can already picture how good he'd look with his own child. He’d be the type of dad who looks effortlessly hot with a baby carrier, showers his kids with gifts because he can’t help himself, and simply excels at being a wonderful father because he’s Jeon Jungkook and he excels in everything he sets his mind to.

Now your brain’s going on a haywire. 

Because now it’s just Jungkook. Hot Jungkook. Jungkook with a baby. Jungkook looking smoking hot carrying his own baby – your baby. 

And wouldn’t it be nice? To carry a being formed by your mutual love? To have someone as adorable and smart and sassy as Nari? God. You hope she’d look like you, but have Jungkook’s eyes because they are your favorite part of him, and then his nose, maybe? And… and maybe have the mole under his lip too, if that was possible. Jungkook had a lot of hair when he came out of his mom’s womb, would your daughter have a lot of hair as well when you give birth to her? 

And why are you already thinking of the gender of your non-existent child? 

You think you’ve gone nuts, but the indulgent little devil on your shoulder is insisting that Jungkook would look so good with a baby girl because you know he’d be such a girl dad. There’s just absolutely no doubt about it, given how he treats Nari. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror again, and absentmindedly, you turn to the side, noting the very clear absence of a bump on your stomach unlike your sister’s. 

Would you carry a baby as gracefully as her? You know her struggles… but… maybe you won’t mind it with a husband like Jungkook… right? Just like she doesn’t mind with a husband like Seokjin. Because Jungkook takes really good care of you. He’d probably panic more than you about certain things. Be extra careful for the both of you. Fetch you your cravings. Love you more than he does now. 

You remember Seokjin rubbing a gentle hand over your sister’s bump, and it brings your own to caress the flat of your stomach over the smooth fabric of your dress. 

Obviously no baby there. But… just imagine. You with a baby bump.

Hah. 

Weird, because it’s the first time the idea’s planted in your head and you kind of like it more than you thought. 

You nibble on your bottom lip as you continue to caress your tummy, not noticing the knock that came from outside. 

“Oh my—” 

“Baby?” 

“Jungkook.” Your hands retreat back to your sides. When you look at Jungkook, standing on the doorway, you let one hand clutch at your chest as you tell him, “You scared me.” 

The door clicks as he locks it behind him. Your husband arches his brow as he goes over to you. “What are you so jumpy for?” 

You ignore the question, looking back to the mirror again to fix your dress. But as you do so, you see his reflection – and you catch how he intently stares at you through the glass as well, walking behind you closer and pressing himself against you. His proximity suddenly makes you nervous.

“You should’ve knocked.” 

“I did. You didn’t answer.” 

“I didn’t hear.” When you turn around, Jungkook takes a curled strand of hair over your face and tucks it behind your ear. 

“You look beautiful. So gorgeous.” He says before he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to your lips, one that you welcome fully even though you just reapplied your lipstick. When you break away, you see some remnants on his lips… and realize you picked the wrong lipstick for tonight. You should’ve brought the kiss-proof lippy instead.

You wipe it off and Jungkook smiles before he ducks down, not caring, and kisses your cheek for good measure before he speaks again, “What were you doing in here?” He wiggles his eyebrows, as if he knows you were up to something before he barged in. 

You avoid his gaze and turn back around. 

“Nothing,” You say, trying to busy yourself with your hair again. But Jungkook can be really annoying when he wants to be, so of course he pushes, quite literally and figuratively. 

“What was it? I saw you…” He teases, pushing his nose in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, tightening his hold around you. 

“What did you– Jungkook!” You half-snort and scoff when Jungkook bites your neck playfully. You turn around to push him, but he’s insistent on keeping the nonexistent space between you and cages you in his big presence instead, trapping you in between the edge of the sink and the heat of his body. 

“This damn dress…” Jungkook whispers as he splays his hand over your stomach, which makes your breath hitch. 

Did he really see? See you pretending to have a baby bump at the thought of him impregnating you? 

But Jungkook doesn’t really say anything further, just lets an idle finger run over the curve of your hips up to your waist, until it stops at the exposed skin of your shoulder. 

“Can’t wait to fuck you in this.” He whispers in your ear, eyes meeting your gaze in the mirror, not subtle in the way he checks out your body after. 

You huff out a scoff, giving a little more force into the push that you give him this time. His more relaxed hold on you makes him stumble a little bit backwards, chuckling when you roll your eyes at him once again. 

“You’re not even gonna take it off me?” You ask as your turn on the tap, arching your brow at Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror. 

A sly smirk makes an appearance on his lips. “I don’t need to take anything off to make you cum, baby.” 

You turn around, leaning on the sink. “So you’re saying you’re not interested at all about my very elaborate choice of underwear tonight, then?” 

That catches him off guard, his brows furrowed in confusion and then realization.

“You minx.” 

You chuckle, swatting his hand away when he tries to touch you. When he whines, you take a step forward and wrap your arms around his neck, and Jungkook’s predictably eager to encircle your waist in his arms back again. 

“Later. We have to keep it PG for at least three hours tonight. And you can—” you push at his chest for leverage so you can lean down a little to ride your dress up your thighs. Looking at Jungkook, you watch as he stares at you closely, intently, but oblivious to what you’re doing. He clearly enjoys it, though, judging from the hint of a smile on his lips and the shine in his eyes when more of your skin gets revealed. 

Especially when he catches a glimpse of your white lace underwear that he bought for you himself.

He whistles, and you roll your eyes at the predictable reaction. Taking one of his hands off you, you guide it in between your thighs, earning an involuntary moan from you because Jungkook’s palm automatically cups your heat when he gets close. 

“Ah…” 

“Fuck…” Jungkook looks down where his hand meets your core. “Goddamn,” He says, then you feel him push your panties to the side, dipping the tip of his finger in your pussy. “Why the fuck are you so wet, baby?”

“Y-yeah…” You whine against his chest, gripping his wrist when he attempts to move again. “Kook, don’t.” 

Jungkook halts. He looks at you. Then, he nods. “Alright. Alright. Stop this here?” 

“Hm.” 

He looks down at you with an arched brow. “You started it, though.” 

“You were being flirty.” You say as Jungkook brings your underwear back in place, but not without squeezing your ass first. You nibble on your bottom lip as he rides down the dress, letting it dangle on your knees back again, smoothing the front for you to get rid of the wrinkles. 

“Not my fault you’re hot,” he snorts. “Fuck.” 

“What?” 

“I’m kinda hard…” He says, and you both look down to the bump on his white slacks. Certainly not his full potential (like… you’d know), but it’s still apparent in the light color of his trouser. 

“Poor baby,” you say, can’t help but pat it a little condescendingly which earns a chuckle from Jungkook, him playfully swatting your hand away. 

“You’re so…” 

“I’m so what.” 

Jungkook’s face is a mixture of frustration and amusement. “You always do this shit.” 

You giggle, knowing exactly what he means. But you act like you have no clue. “What?” 

“Get me horny then leave.” He shakes his head, then pokes your waist. 

Chuckling, you kiss him on the cheek quickly, making a beeline to the door quickly lest he tries to kiss you again (and you’ll have no choice but to make out in your sister’s powder room, during her big Christmas party, mind you) and then give him a wink before you go.

 

The ride on the way home felt like it took sixty five years, and it might just be true especially when you’re horny as hell and you got a husband behind the steering wheel looking effortlessly hot in his element. 

You’ve been hot and bothered for hours, and maybe it’s the champagne – probably has gotten in your brain or whatever – but Jungkook was not even done parking when you made a move to palm him over the console. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, clearly not expecting it at all. He had that wide-eyed look when he frantically turned off the engine, staring at you while your hand grew heavy on his crotch. “Here?” You bit on your bottom lip as you nodded your head. He looked beyond conflicted. “But baby, we’re just ten floors away from our u–”

“Please?” 

And what was he supposed to say? No? 

Absolutely not. Not when your glassy eyes looked so pleading the way they did.   

He just makes your insides churn, especially when you look at him. And for the past few hours, you couldn’t stop thinking about his dick inside you and most especially his cum. (Translation: You can’t stop thinking about him fucking a baby into you).

But… the thing was, you’ve only ever fucked in a car once.

Jungkook’s way too pesky about stuff like that, and somehow, even though he’s already been made aware of your exhibitionist tendencies (cue unprompted sex in public areas like that one time in the beach, window sex at a Ritz hotel back in London and… admittedly many more…) car sex was just… a least favorite. The first and only time you did it was when you were still fresh into dating; at a drive-thru cinema, but it was kind of a whack in both your opinions because it was too cramped up and you bumped your head and you almost got caught which is way too embarrassing of a memory to ever revisit. 

But now maybe that really doesn't matter anymore.

Not when your husband looks like that.

And bottomline is: you just really, really want him to cum in you. 

Oh god. What is wrong with your head tonight? 

“Baby, fuuuck,” Jungkook hisses as you speed up your rhythm up and down his cock. His boxers and slacks are pushed down to the middle of his thighs while his shirt is all but buttoned. Meanwhile, your dress is bunched up in your mid-section. 

You’re near tears on his lap at this point, already feeling your thighs straining at the force you’re exerting in every bounce – but you couldn’t care less. 

“Oh my god, baby– you feel so good,” you moan, eyes shutting close at the feel of his tip hitting that spot inside you whenever you go down.

For the first few minutes, Jungkook took it upon himself to guide your hips in every movement just like he always does when you ride him like this, pounding into you from underneath, but he eventually let you control the pace, leaning way back to the reclined seat and watches you work instead. He stares at you with hooded eyes as you push yourself up and down on his hardened cock, stiletto heels digging the side of his thighs occasionally.

While you pleasure yourself on him, he slides your dress up further, gets a little frustrated that it’s tight on the waist so he can’t push it past your tits. So he feels for your nape to find the zipper because he knows it’s there – he zipped you up in this dress before you drove to your sister’s place – and he delights when he finds the small, cold material, pulling it down blindly until you noticed and help him get yourself out of it. 

Jungkook sighs when the top comes down, snapping the clip of your sleeveless bra and getting it out of the way before he greedily fondles your now bare breasts in his huge palms. 

“Ohh,” you moan when Jungkook flicks your nipples, getting them even harder. You push yourself back, leaning into one elbow on the steering wheel as you begin to rock against him in a back and forth motion,

“Fuck—” Jungkook lets out a guttural groan, squeezing your tits tighter that makes you keen in want. “So fucking sexy, baby. Shit – damn – l-love you.” 

“I-I love you too,” you say, more like a whine, chasing a high he knows is impending. 

Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes. Your hair that was once tidy and neat three hours ago is now all over the place, the high bun loosening and some strands falling off your pretty face. Your lipstick smudged and he’s sure the remnants are on his lips, and with your mouth agaped in that erotic o-shape while you pleasure yourself on his cock, Jungkook feels like exploding. 

“Ah– shit,” he groans, feeling the warm crevice of your wet pussy swallow him whole. When you climbed over his lap a while ago after he fingered you, he was gonna take out a condom from the glove compartment but you insisted to not use it, and the picture of you looking down while he pushed your panties to the side and looked into each other’s eyes as you sank down on him is still playing in his head like a broken record.

God fuck damn, you’re just so unreal. The love of his life. His wife. 

He wipes your tear-stained cheeks, torn because he doesn’t like seeing you cry but he does like it when it’s because you’re so eager to bounce on his cock that even though you know you’re pushing it, you continue to do so.

Jungkook lets his hand travel from a boob to linger on your cheek, and he keens on the way you purr when you lean into his touch, smiling slightly when you open your mouth as his thumb nears it. 

You eagerly suck it as if verbally prompted, opening your eyes just so you can stare at his as you lewdly slobber over his finger while you expertly move against his cock, breasts jiggling up and down right in front of his face – the obscene squelches of your lovemaking filling the air of his cramped up benz. 

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Jungkook whispers. “Perfect girl. You love bouncing on my cock, love? Just couldn’t wait until we get home? Hm?” His tone is a bit condescending and cocky. 

When Jungkook takes out his finger from your mouth, you bite your lip as you nod, resuming your up and down motion again. Slamming down on his dick, your hands come up to grip his shoulders tight. 

“We are home.” 

Jungkook chuckles, a rich and dark sound that sends shivers down your spine. A snarky remark gets buried in your throat when you feel a certain zap of electricity coming from your toes to your spine, the hot coil in your stomach edging to burst.

“I’m cumming– oh my god, Jungkook– baby I’m cumming—” You say, speeding up your pace once again. 

With your breasts bouncing in front of his face like that, he couldn’t help but dive right into it, wrapping his lips around one nipple, nipping and sucking and licking, while he busies one hand with fondling the other. He alternated in between both tits, groaning and grunting when your pussy tightens around him, and one more slam on his cock gets you spiraling as you finally cum. 

Jungkook closes his eyes when he feels you gush around him, and he really wishes that he could lay you down, spread you out, and eat the slick right out of you just like how he likes it.

“That’s it, baby – fuck. Good girl, good girl.” 

A long, drawl-out moan slips past your lips, and Jungkook takes it upon himself to keep you bouncing on his cock when your energy dwindles down, rocking his hips upwards, just as eager to reach his high as well. 

You try to pick up your pace to help him, planting your palms on his bare chest to meet his thrusts. 

“Fuck baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Jungkook says in a hushed whisper, groaning, squeezing your ass tight that you know will leave marks the next day. 

“I know, baby – cum for me,” You lean down to capture his lips, whimpering when you feel yourself still coming down from your high.

“Ohh fuuck—” Jungkook moans, a tell-tale sign of his orgasm. “Fuck, I’m cumming—” 

It’s almost second nature the way he looks down on your crotch, hand going over to where you meet – and you almost panic when you realize what he’s about to do. 

“Jungkook, no,” you stop his hand, and he looks at you with utter confusion, rightfully so. Biting your lip, you stare into his eyes as you say, “I want you to come inside me.” 

You watch as his eyes widen, then, “You sure?” He says with furrowed brows.

You nod your head frantically. “Please come in me. I want your come in me. Please, please—” 

“Jesus fuck—” Jungkook’s hips stutter, his grip on yours tightening, gaze darkening as he processes your words. “Fuck. Okay, baby. No need to beg, okay? Fuck. I’ll come inside you.” 

You speed up your pace and you can feel yourself getting there for a second time, and maybe it’s the heat of the moment, but your next words fall from your lips without much thought: “Yeah, yeah –give it to me, Kook. Want your– ah– want your babies.” 

“Shit.” Jungkook hisses, taken aback by your words. “Fuuuck…” He looks up at you, grabs your waist and makes you lean closer. “You mean that?” 

You nod your head, jumping on his cock up and down like your life depends on it. “Want your babies. Want you to cum in me.” 

“Shiiitt,” Jungkook sighs, and you feel him getting harder by the second. “Gonna– gonna fuck a baby in you, baby. Fuck. You don’t know what you do to me– shit, I’m cumming.” 

You both moan in unison when Jungkook finally releases inside you the same time you do so, his cock hardening in your walls, throbbing when you settle down on his lap with him still buried inside you. When the seconds pass, you feel the exhaustion wrapping around you, and you let Jungkook trail kisses up your shoulders and neck at the post-coital momentum. 

“Fuck, that was so hot.” He whispers against your lips, kissing your parted mouth. You sigh against it, all sweaty and fucked out. 

“Oh, baby…” You moan when Jungkook lifts you up and you feel yourself dripping from your cum. 

“Fucking hell, so beautiful baby...” Jungkook trails off, squeezing your breasts before pushing you gently to lean back on the steering wheel. You look down as you watch with a gasp when he slides his cock out from your heat, covered in white and slick, moaning lewdly when he pumps it out for more. 

Some of it spurts on your pussy, and you stare in awe when Jungkook inserts the tip once again in your heat, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the blurred lines between pleasure and overstimulation. 

“Goddammit.” Jungkook sighs, gratified, tapping his cock on your pussy a few times before he grabs your hips again so he can kiss you on the mouth. It almost gives you whiplash when he looks at you with such sincere and genuine eyes as he says, “I love you.” 

“Love you,” you say, closing your eyes when his kisses trail to your jaw and his hands come up to fondle your tits again. His favorite fixation – his words, not yours. “Kook.” 

“Hm.” 

“Sticky.” 

He hums again. You keep your position like that for a few more seconds before Jungkook helps put your panties and dress back in place, picking you up slightly as you climb over the passenger seat. 

You watch as he pulls his boxers and pants back up, buckling his belt around the waist. He hasn’t fixed the unbuttoned state of his shirt yet before he looks at you again with a smile.

“Come here, you,” He says, beckoning you to come closer with his arm around your seat. You grin, crossing the console again to meet the kiss he gives your mouth. Then, Jungkook breaks the contact, caressing your cheek as he speaks. “Babies, huh?” He brings up, eyes so bright; delighted, excited. He has that unshakeable grin. 

And you can’t help but mirror it. 

“Do you want to?” You ask instead. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you nervously wait for his answer that doesn’t really take that long. 

“Fuck, yeah. If you want to, then I want to,” he responds. Then, he adds, “And I really, really want to.”

“Okay…” you say, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling too much. “But it doesn’t have to be now. Or I don’t know. I know it’s only been a year since we got married and all that—” 

“Baby, stop,” Jungkook says before you can finish your thought. “Doesn’t matter if we were one month into the marriage. As long as you’re ready, then I’m ready. Are you ready?”

A few beats. 

It was your horny-adled brain that got you in this position in the first place – but you think about how life with Jungkook would be like with kids added in the equation in the near future.

It would be so far from bad. 

The past year had been nothing short of bliss since you married him, and as you watched Jungkook, a thought warmed your heart: he’d be an incredible dad. The way he loves you, so deeply and selflessly, leaves no doubt in your mind that he’d go above and beyond for your child—or children. You’re certain he’d love them as much as he loves you, perhaps even more.

A smile spreads across your face, and you nod to his question.

“I want a family with you, Kook.”

Jungkook’s face lights up with a delighted smile, mirroring yours. “So, we’re doing this?”

You nod again, biting your lip to temper your excitement.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

You blink at him in surprise. “Why are you thanking me?”

He shakes his head with a gentle smile and leans in to kiss you again. “Just… thank you.”

You furrow your brows, squinting at him in playful confusion. Before you can say more, he leans forward and nips the tip of your nose.

“Ow!” you exclaim, laughing.

“You’re cute,” Jungkook teases. “But we’ve gotta clean up and head home. Then, we can keep practicing putting my baby in you—on a nice, comfortable bed this time.” He winks, pecking your cheek as he buttons his shirt and unbuckles his seatbelt.

You snort, rolling your eyes as you do the same. “Admit it, you like car sex.”

Jungkook hums nonchalantly, his cheeky grin giving him away. You chuckle, shaking your head at him, love radiating in every moment between you.

[starkeynation]

Is it casual now?

Content : angst, a bit similar to the scene where Sofia overheard Rafe saying she’s not his girlfriend, inspired by the song Casual by Chappell Roan (may or may not be accurate)

a/n : sorry in advanced i know Chappell is for the girlies also idk if im proud of this but your likes and reblogs will always be appreciated🤍

Part 2

── ⋆⋅˚ʚ♡ɞ˚⋅⋆ ──

It has been exactly 4 months since you met Rafe Cameron, the kook king you never knew you would fall so deeply for. The first time you met him, you were nothing but a blur in his world. A passing figure and a random pogue that was at his party. But Rafe, you saw something in him the moment you met his sparkling blue eyes. You couldn’t exactly tell what it was. Maybe it’s the fact that he looks so handsome even under bad lights, or the way you could listen to him forever every time he speaks. At that moment, you were ready to risk it all.

You made your move that night. The way you charmed him may have made him realize you both were something more than strangers passing through each other’s lives and ever since then, you were both inseparable. Although he said “No attachment,” the first time you both hooked up, you still went along with it, hoping it could be real one day.

Sometimes when you’re hanging out with your friends outside, you would hear some rumors saying you’re just a girl that Rafe bangs on his couch. The pogues call you a loser for still hanging around him but you ignore them and the rumors because most of the time he treats you as if you were someone he couldn’t lose. Just two weeks after knowing each other, he invites you to dinner with his whole family. The way he fucks you in the bathroom while his parents are still at the table, the way he brings you to the country club and shows you off, the way he’s eating you out in the passenger seat, and mostly the way he talks to you, so gently and sweet that got you thinking maybe this isn’t just some dumb love.

You’re at the pub where you agreed to meet Rafe. The sky on the way there was already turning a heavy blue slate, signaling that rain was on the way. You enter the pub and recognize Rafe’s back immediately standing on the other end accompanied by Topper and his foul girlfriend Ruthie. As you are about to approach them, you hear his voice, “She’s not my girlfriend okay, it’s just…casual. No strings attached.”

You freeze. The words land like ice in your chest, sharp and cold. If that isn’t enough you then hear Ruthie say, “You sure about that Rafe? How do your parents feel that you’re living with a pogue,” she smirks, her eyes gleaming with sarcasm.

“I’m not fucking living with a pogue okay,” he says annoyingly.

You have to steady yourself. You could feel your stomach churn as you’re processing what you’re hearing. You can’t believe it. You both never had a “talk” about being exclusive, but you thought you were starting to matter to him and close to making it official.

You hide behind a column in the middle of the pub, trying to decide what to do. Part of you wants to walk away, leave without saying a word, and let him figure out what he’d lost. But you couldn’t just let it go. So you make your way to the table, keeping a neutral face, and try to hold back your tears.

“Hey, there you are,” Rafe smiles, as you approach him.

“Hey,” you say, your voice steady, though it takes everything you have to keep it from shaking. “We need to talk.” Before he could say anything, you grab his hand taking him outside the pub. As you stand outside, it’s already drizzling.

“Whoa, what’s wrong? Can't we talk inside? It’s raining,” he asks, his voice full of confusion.

You let go of his hand and go silent for a moment. He looks at your face that is now about to cry, “Baby what’s wrong?” he says.

“Don’t call me that if you don’t mean it Rafe,” you mutter.

He blinks. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard you,” your voice loud now. “Telling them we’re not dating? No strings attached? Seriously Rafe? After these past few months? Is it casual now?”

Rafe’s face shifts, the unease creeping into his features. He clears his throat, trying to smooth over the tension. “Look, I thought we’re on the same page here-“

“Same page? What same page are we talking about?” You cut him off. “I thought you were starting to look at me differently now Rafe.” You fluster. “Oh and not to mention calling me a pogue? I thought we’re WAY past that..”

He sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Ok about that I'm sorry kay’. I didn’t mean to call you a pogue just, you know…Topper and Ruthie, they caught me off guard. And you never really talked about anything more serious, so I figured we’re just not together.”

You could feel the heat rising in your chest. “I never talked about it? Oh so now I’m the one to blame? Are you serious?” Your eyes narrow.

He pauses, trying to find the right thing to say. “I just…I’m happy with the way we are right now. I’m not-“

“Not what? Not ready to be in a relationship? That’s bullshit.” You cut him off again, not wanting to hear any excuses. “How can you stand there and say you’re okay with this? After all the plans we made, the endless nights we spent?” you continue, meeting his gaze that looks unbothered. “You know what…I can’t…yes, I tried to be the chill girl who holds her tongue and gives you space but not anymore. No, I’m done,” you say, trying to walk away.

The rain is getting heavier now, and both of you are soaking wet. “Wait,” he calls out your name. “Just wait okay…I’m sorry I hurt you, yes I would be lying if I said this doesn’t mean something but just give me time okay, I just…I can't do relationships right now,” he says, grabbing your wrist trying to stop you.

“No Rafe,” you shake your head, a tear runs down to your cheek. “I’m done waiting. It’s hard Rafe…It’s hard being casual when my favourite bra lives in your dresser and it’s definitely not casual when I’m always on the phone talking to Wheezie like I’m her sister,” you swallow, biting your inner cheek trying to keep your emotion in check.

He gives a small dismissive wave, like I’m overthinking things. “Well I did warn you no attachment, y/n,” he says, with such cold detachment, as if his words are nothing more than a simple fact, devoid of any emotion.

You look at him with disappointment crawling up to your throat. He isn’t even trying to make it work, not even pretending to care about how you feel. You hate the fact what he said is true, he did warn you not to get attached and you hate yourself even more for dragging this on for so long. You stare at him for a moment longer, “Fuck you, Rafe,” then you turn and walk away to your car. There is no use in arguing with someone who has no intention of changing their mind. If this is how Rafe sees you, then he is not the guy you think he is.

Maybe he is okay with keeping things casual but you deserve more than that. Rafe Cameron can go to hell.

[ohmy-gojo]

what a cutie!

or cuteness aggression moments (gojo, nanami) ෆ

gojo

— you were having a sleepover at his place

— which meant cuddling, binge watching digimon (forced), pillow fighting and baking sweets together

— satoru always has the upper hand in pillow fights (or literally any other fights but wtv) you were seriously losing so to make him distracted you suggested baking sweets (its the best distraction) to escape the ultimate teasing he would give you for losing. he lit up at the mention of sweets and off you were to bake

— ...which ended up in ANOTHER fight but this time instead of pillows it was flour😭

— after a long time the sweets were finally prepared, def not bc he kept trying to taste the unbaked dough

— so now youre in for another rewatch of digimon but this time with the sweets you both prepared!

— despite the hardships you had to go through for making those damned sweets, they tasted really good. which made you stuff them inside your mouth, cheeks puffed out

— satoru, invested in the tv reached out to the bowl to get another piece of sweet instead found nothing. he turned his head to you accusingly and ready to start another pillow fight saw your face looking like a chipmunk watching tv

— there goes his heart! reduced to a gooey mess

— why are you looking so adorable:( makes him want to eat you up

— and he did. he literally bit your cheek (softly)

— you SCREAMED (it didnt hurt at all) bc youre a drama queen like that. "OW OW OW WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!"

— "STOP BEING SO CUTE IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO BITE YOU THEN!!"

— you just threw a pillow at him.

— gojo is like "oh no she did NOT ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ"

— cue another session of pillow fight-turned into cuddle time (another way to distract him)

— god bless his neighbors

nanami

— he was back home after a long day at work, very tired.

— he just wanted to see you, kiss you and cuddle you. and maybe sleep too

— you literally charge him up with your presence alone

— he entered you both's shared home with a 'honey im home'

— normally in this part you would go "welcome back ken!!!" and come up to him running and jump on him to hug him, with him catching you swiftly and twirling you around

— but today you were nowhere to be found. did you go to sleep already?

— he entered your bedroom to find you very much awake

— and wearing his iconic clothes. the suit, tie and glasses. the full shabang

— you were admiring yourself in the mirror (bc you looked hella cute) and saw his reflection in the mirror "ken!! when did you come? i didnt notice!"

— when you turned to him expecting an answer he wasnt replying. you had a feeling it was bc of the clothes so you sheepishly asked him how you looked bc as cute as you looked they were really baggy on you

— meanwhile nanami was going through a dilemma. should he pull your cheeks and scold you for looking so adorable, kiss you or hug you first

— he snapped out and did all the things mentioned above in order

— "my love, please stop being so adorable. its not good for my heart."

— clicked silly photos of you acting like him on your request. photos which are going to the special album dedicated to you that he looks at when hes at work

[cc1306]

hopeless romantic! suna, who can’t stop zoning out, while you’re telling him all about the fight the twins got in during second period. he stares at you blankly, thinking about the way your nose crinkles from laughter as you’re talking to him. cute.

hopeless romantic! suna, who asks, “sorry, what were you saying?” in response to you waving your hand in his face and snapping him out of his daze. with a slight blush on his face, he turns his head, mortified that you caught him failing to pay attention.

“seriously…keep up!” you reprimand him with a half-serious frown and a pout, and he forces himself to pay full attention not wanting to subject himself to such embarrassment again.

hopeless romantic! suna, who stays up late that night facetiming osamu, as he rambles on about some argument he and atsumu got into earlier in the day.

“sunarin, pay attention! quit thinking about [name], i’m talking to you,”

“i wasn’t thinking about her,” he defends, knowing full well that he was wondering if you were still awake before osamu interrupted.

“right, and i’m not the better twin. you know, you should just confess to her before it’s too late. someone else might make a move before you do, then you’ll never get to be with her.”

osamu’s statement made suna think hard.

“…yeah well she doesn’t like me like that. we’re just friends ‘samu.”

“you two are insufferable. let me know when you grow a pair and finally ask her out,” osamu groans out, growing tired of suna’s crippling fear of rejection.

“whatever… im tired now, bye,” suna cut off osamu’s rant with a yawn, before he ended the call.

would she really go out with someone else?

today was the day. suna decided that today would be the day he put his fear to the side and told [name] how he felt. he felt his hands tremble every time she was near and his heart pound, as adrenaline surged through his body.

during your lunch break, you sat on the roof together, just the two of you alone. suna saw this moment as his opportunity, the perfect chance to try and confess his feelings to you. you were currently rambling to him again, telling a story he honestly tried to listen to, but it proved difficult considering his heart was beating out of his chest, as he thought of how you’d respond to what he was about to tell you.

“and then aran and kita told me-“

“[name], i-“ he interrupts you mid-sentence, but his voice got caught in his throat. he cursed himself for being so nervous, all he had to do was say the three words but nothing came out.

“yeah, what’s up?” you ask him, as you drink from your strawberry milk carton contentedly.

“i…umm… i have something to tell you,”

okay yes, good start. just tell her.

“okay…should i be worried?” you ask, starting to get concerned about how serious suna suddenly became.

you thought he’d been acting strange the past week, like how he’s been zoning out recently when speaking to you, or just staring strangely. you’re getting the vibe that somethings wrong with him. maybe he’s sick? maybe he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore? you have no clue what to think, so you chose to hear him out.

“no…well, maybe.”

he felt his hands getting clammy and nervously rubbed them on his trousers. his eyes darted everywhere, looking at everything in the room except back at your own expecting pair. he realised he’d been silent for too long - he needed to say something now.

“i have to tell you how much you mean to me. you might not realise it, but i’m obsessed with you. i think of you before i sleep, and you’re the first thing i think of when i wake up. you consume me, and i don’t know what i would do without you,” he blurted out, speaking so quickly you wouldn’t have been able to keep up if you weren’t listening so intently.

you sat there, stunned in silence. of all things he could’ve said to you, you certainly didn’t expect this. he took your silence as a signal to continue his speech.

“i need you in ways that surely can’t be healthy,” he chuckled, releasing a nervous breath.

“i-“

“you don’t have to accept it. i don’t expect you to tell me you feel the same, but i’d wait forever for you. if you want to be just friends then we will. but you have to tell me what to do. i like you so much. you can say you hate me. you can say you don’t feel the same. just tell me the truth.”

he couldn’t muster up the courage to look you in the eyes, so he kept his gaze trained to the ground, staring hard at the laces of his shoes.

“suna..” you started, forcibly sucking in a breath of air since you felt like all of it had been knocked out of your lungs.

“that’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me. thank you. i don’t now what i’d do without you either because i like you too,” you confessed as he rushed to hold you in his arms in a warm hug.

“thank God, i don’t know what i’d do if you rejected me,” he joked, covering up his anxiety with humour.

“i could never reject you,” you beamed at him in return. he felt his heart explode.

hopeless romantic! suna, who returned to last period that day with a smile from ear to ear, as he entered the classroom hand in hand with you by his side.

[osachiyo]

sub dazai content i beg 😭😓

"𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐀?"

note — ask, and thou shalt receive.

tws — explicit content, msub, teasing, degradation, cum eating, hair pulling, cowgirl, reader is meaaaan, bondage, choking, face-sitting, this is kinda filthy im ngl, i wrote this in 20 minutes so there will most definitely be errors, premature ejaculation, unprotected seeeex, dazai is pussy drunk but that's nothing new ... MDNI

"you think you're soooo cute, huh?" you raised a questioning brow, hands wrapped firmly around dazai's bandaged throat — and your pussy wrapped around his flushed cock. moans poured out of his mouth, which were all muffled by the sheer fabric of your panties stuffed in there — his lips wet 'n sticky with your arousal and his own spit.

he was so cute with his mouth shut — no more snarky and teasing comments you had to listen to as you rode him like your life depended on it. all he could do is moan and grunt around your pretty little panties while getting overstimulated over and over again. it was fucking amazing.

"feeling me up at work? seriously?" you scoffed, fingers tightening around his throat as you felt him gulp — cock twitching inside you as he tried not to nut right then and there. but god, were you making it so fucking difficult for him.

"don't you dare cum without my permission," you hissed out at the poor man, cunt squeezing down tightly as he bucked his hips up — trying to fuck up into you but to no avail, unfortunately. you giggled at his pathetic attempt to fuck you — "c'mon, this is so fucking embarrassing, honestly," you cooed — watching as he gazed at you through those pretty, long lashes that you were almost jealous of.

"fuck, you're such a slut, 'samu," you licked your lips — moving your hands from his neck to those chocolatey brown locks, tugging them hard as you can while bouncing on dazai's cock — watching as his eyes rolled back, his back arching as he moaned loudly despite being gagged — sticky white substance spurting into you and painting your walls white for the second time that night.

"oh you little...."

dazai groaned from the taste of your cunt — not at all minding his own cum dripping down your hole to his hot tongue. the combination of your slick and his load made him feel all dizzy — it was just so fucking lewd.

"enjoying yourself down there, baby?" you moaned, a grin spreading on your candied lips as you looked down at your boyfriend — eating your pussy out so nicely. fuck, he looked so ruined - his hair even messier than usual, eyes unfocused and hazy, pupils fully blown out, sharp nose bumping against your little clit as you rode his face to your desire, not caring if he could breathe or not — just like you knew he liked it.

i mean, how could you not? especially when you saw how fucking hard his cock got while devouring you like this — pussy gushing and creaming all over his face as he tried his best to lap it all up, not letting a single drop go to waste.

dazai felt like he was in heaven — hips twitching up everytime you grind down against his hot tongue, the lower portion of his pretty face completely soaked in your sticky honey — so fucking messy but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"o-oh fuuuhck — 'm close," you moaned — squeezing your eyes shut as you tugged on his wavy brown locks. the way you were using him solely for your pleasure — riding and creaming all over his face, had the man seeing stars — it felt so fucking good.

"cum, p-please, c'mon baby i know you can do it — cum on my face, please, " dazai spoke up for what seemed like the first time since you've started this — and fuck, his voice was so needy and desperate it had you gushing all over him, your juices being lapped right up by the man below you, who was basically on cloud nine at the moment.

dazai didn't stop licking and suckling on your cunt until he was sure he had cleaned every single drop — letting go of your clit with a wet 'pop!' as he let you come down from that delicious high.

you panted heavily, eyes snapping back open as you finally came to the right state of mind. you finally lifted yourself up, giving dazai some room to breathe properly, "oh 'samu, let's get you cleane—" your words died in your throat as you saw the creamy white substance all over dazai's tummy and thighs, and his cock dripping with cum.

he knows he should be embarrassed for cumming untouched from having his girl ride his face but all dazai could really think about in that moment was —

"fuck baby, i really need to rile you up more often."

© 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ─ do not copy/translate/repost and/or recommend any of my works on different platfroms under any circumstances. reblogs greatly appreciated !

[yeomongi]

𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 — ᡣ𐭩

genre : smut 18+ content below cut MDNI!!

pairing : jongho x you

word count : 1.5k-2k..? idk i lost track…

warnings : arguing, unprotected sex (don’t!!), car sex, cumming inside, uhh i think that’s it lmk if i forgot anything !! no proofread

synopsis : arguing with your boyfriend, jongho, at the mall leads to silent treatment throughout the whole trip. eventually he couldn’t take it anymore, bringing you into the backseat for passionate make-up sex.

note : THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! tysm for the request :3 im pretty proud of this one, i hope you all enjoy it!! reblogs and interactions appreciated <3

the mall was bustling, packed with people trying to escape the cold january air. you and jongho walked side by side, the silence between you only broken by the hum of conversations around you and the occasional click of his boots on the tiled floor.

“you want to try that on?” he asked, nodding toward the dress in your hands.

“yeah, i think so,” you said, glancing up at him briefly before looking back down at the garment.

jongho was usually attentive, his quick wit and sharp observations a source of comfort to you. but today, something felt off. maybe it was the way he kept checking his phone, or the way his responses to your comments were clipped and distracted.

you made your way to the fitting rooms, jongho following behind.

“i’ll be right here,” he said, leaning against the wall outside.

you slipped into the small room, pulling the curtain closed. the lighting was harsh, fluorescent and unforgiving, but you tried not to let it bother you as you slipped the dress over your head. it fit snugly, the fabric hugging your body in all the right places.

“how does it look?” jongho asked from the other side of the curtain.

you hesitated for a moment before pulling it open just a crack so he could see. “what do you think?”

he tilted his head, his lips twitching like he was trying not to laugh. “it looks… interesting.”

your heart dropped. “interesting?”

jongho’s smile faltered when he saw the look on your face. “no, i mean—i didn’t mean it like that.”

“then what did you mean?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.

“i was just joking,” he said, his tone defensive now. “you look good, okay? i’m sorry if it came out wrong.”

but the damage was already done. you could feel the sting of his words lingering, even though you knew he didn’t mean to hurt you.

“whatever,” you muttered, closing the curtain again and tugging the dress off.

“y/n, come on,” he said, his voice muffled through the curtain. “don’t do this.”

you didn’t respond. instead, you changed back into your clothes, opened the curtain, and walked past him without a word.

the rest of the mall trip was a silent battle. jongho tried to make small talk a few times, but you shut him down with one-word answers or a shrug. eventually, he gave up, his frustration palpable in the way he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked a step ahead of you.

by the time you made it to the food court, the tension between you was unbearable. you sat across from each other, picking at your food in silence.

“are you seriously not going to talk to me?” he finally asked, his voice low but laced with irritation.

you looked up at him, your expression blank. “what’s there to say?”

he sighed, leaning back in his chair. “y/n, i said i was sorry. i didn’t mean to upset you.”

“it’s not just about the dress, jongho,” you said, your voice trembling slightly despite your efforts to keep it steady. “it’s the way you said it. like—like you don’t even care.”

“that’s not fair,” he said, his jaw tightening. “you know i care. you’re just overreacting.”

you flinched at his words, the heat rising in your chest. but instead of arguing back, you pressed your lips together and stood up.

“let’s just go,” you said, throwing your trash away and walking toward the exit.

jongho followed, his footsteps heavy behind you. the drive home was going to be long, and the thought of sitting in silence with him made your stomach churn.

once you reached the car, you slide into the backseat of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. jongho starts the engine and pulls out of the parking spot, not speaking to you either. the tension between you two is palpable.

you sit there, sulking, arms crossed over your chest as jongho drives aimlessly. he glances at you a few times, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. finally, he breaks the silence.

"baby..."

you ignore him, staring out the window, watching the streetlights flick by.

"can we talk about it?"

still no response from you.

"please, y/n. you're being ridiculous."

his words make you even more annoyed. you clench your jaw, refusing to turn to him.

jongho sighs, taking another glance at you through the rearview mirror. he slows the car down and turns onto a quiet side street, eventually pulling into an empty parking lot. he puts the car in park and turns off the engine. the sudden silence is deafening.

"y/n," he says softly, unbuckling his seatbelt. "look at me."

you continue to face away from him, lips pursed. he reaches out, gently turning your chin towards him. his touch sends shivers down your spine despite your anger.

"i love you," he whispers, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "you know that, right?"

your heart skips a beat at the sincerity in his voice. you want to stay mad, but it's hard when he looks at you like that.

your defenses start to crumble as he leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your face. without thinking, you bridge the gap between you, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. he makes a small sound of surprise before kissing you back with equal fervor

hands roam, seeking skin beneath clothing. he tugs at your shirt, desperate to feel you against him. you break the kiss just long enough to yank it over your head before crashing your mouths together again.

the backseat becomes a blur of heated movements, the only sound being ragged breathing and the rustle of fabric. he guides you onto his lap, fingers digging into your hips as he grinds you against his growing arousal.

the passion between you two burns hotter with each passing moment. he untangles himself from your lips, trailing kisses down your neck. his hands find their way under your bra, thumbs brushing over your chest as he looks up at you with desire-filled eyes.

"i need you, baby," he murmurs against your collarbone, his own breathing heavy.

your fingers thread through his soft, dark hair as you nod, unable to resist him any longer. this is what you wanted deep down, even amidst the fight. now you're ready to let go, ready to lose yourself in him.

"i need you too..." you whisper back, voice barely audible. he smiles, a small yet brilliant thing that makes your heart ache with longing.

he lifts you, maneuvering you both until you're straddling him, hands on his broad shoulders. slowly, you roll your hips, feeling him hard and ready beneath you.

the friction sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, a gasp escaping your lips. jongho groans, hands gripping you tighter, guiding you in a smooth rhythm that builds the fire between you even higher.

your fingers dance over his chest, tracing the lines of his defined muscles, feeling the rapid beat of his heart matching your own. you lean in to nibble his earlobe, a playful retaliation for his earlier teasing tone.

"you're so..." his voice trails off as you continue your ministrations, his words replaced by sharp intakes of breath.

he reaches down, making quick work of his own pants, freeing himself from the confines of his boxers.

the cool air hits his hot length, causing him to shudder beneath you. you feel it against your core, hot and pulsing. with one hand, he guides himself to your entrance, just teasing at your sensitive folds.

"please..." you whisper, needing more of him.

"anything for you, baby," he growls, pushing just the tip inside you. your head falls back momentarily as you savor the feeling.

slowly, he pushes further until he's completely sheathed within you. the pleasure is overwhelming, sending waves of electricity throughout your entire being.

"move with me," he commands softly, hands guiding your hips.

you obey, finding a rhythm that's both sweet and intense. the tension from the argument begins to dissipate, replaced by the all-encompassing sensation of being one with jongho.

as you move, jongho leans up to catch your lips again, kissing you fervently. the car fills with the sounds of your lovemaking—the wet slap of your bodies connecting, your breathless cries mingling with his low, guttural growls of delight.

he starts to buck harder beneath you, setting a faster pace. one hand slips between your legs, rubbing those sensitive nerves that make you see stars. your nails rake down his shoulders, the pleasure too much to bear.

"that's it, just let go. let me make it up to you," he purrs against your neck, his voice low and persuasive.

his thumb continues its circular motions, pushing you closer and closer. you clench around him, every fiber of your being focused on this moment, on the waves of ecstasy crashing through you both.

your body undulates against his, the fire building to a blazing inferno. it's electrifying, this connection you share. you can feel the familiar tension coiling tight within you, ready to snap.

jongho senses it too. he grips you tighter, pounding up into you with deep, primal thrusts that make the backseat creak ominously beneath you. he whispers hotly in your ear, words meant only for you: "you're so beautiful like this. gonna make me lose control."

you lose yourself in the rhythm, surrendering completely as the climax hits you like a tidal wave. you cry out his name, back arching as pleasure overwhelms every sense. the waves continue to crash through you, each one more intense than the last.

he follows you over the edge moments later, his own release joining yours in that sacred space between you. he holds you through it all, his heartbeat steady against yours as you ride out the aftershocks together.

as you catch your breath, jongho strokes your hair tenderly, pressing gentle kisses to your temple. he still fills you completely, though the intensity has softened into something sweeter now.

"i love you, y/n." he says it so sincerely, making your heart flutter once more. the fight feels like a distant memory now.

you lean in close, nuzzling against his neck, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your cheek. "i love you too, jongho."

he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark orbs searching for your soul. his hands roam possessively over your body, reclaiming every inch.

"never stay mad at me again." he pleads, his voice barely audible.

[c0llisiion]

DAY 15 — SEOKJIN

★ npr, f!reader, public sex , edging , fingering — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 603

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day15 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

Seokjin was all over you the entire day. His hands groped your curves at every moment. It got worse when you went out for your annual shopping. He sat on a chair in the changing room, waiting for you as you tried on the dresses he picked out for you. His legs tapping against the wooden floor, phone in hand as he mindlessly scrolls through the first social media app he saw. 

“Seokjinnie~~ how does this look?” Your voice was smooth and sultry as you walked out in a tight red dress. He looked up at you, and you could see his pupils dilate as he eyed you down. His eyes were on your ass as you checked yourself in the mirror next to you. “You look-“ he clears his throat. “you look amazing, babe… it suits you.” He was trying to keep his composure since he didn’t want to cause any unnecessary situations at the closing store. His eyes back on his phone. You smirked at his reaction. Knowing exactly what's going through his mind. “Right~” you start teasing him. “The material feels good too… see!” You take his hand and guide it to your tits, squishing the mounds. Seokjin gulped and nodded, his thumb slightly brushing against your nipples. It was hard not to fuck you right there. His cock was already getting hard at just seeing in that beautiful velvet strapless dress. You chuckle at his reaction before going back into the dressing room, swaying your hips to tease him more as you disappear behind the curtains. Fuck it. He thought to himself before following behind you swiftly. You gasp in surprise as he walks and pushes you against the wall. “You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” His voice was gruff and desperate. “Is it working?” You ask with a grin. He inhales deeply, pressing himself closer to you. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…” his hands trail up your thigh, pushing the dress up your legs. “Try me.” You say tauntingly, and that was all he needed to press his fingers into your core. You shudder and groan as you feel his fingers curling into your gummy walls. Your lips were parted, and your eyes were already dazed. His thumb pressed against your clit making you gasp and softly moan. “Keep that mouth shut. Dont want us to get banned for public indecency.” You nod and bite your bottom lip as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your pussy. You heard a snap and felt your underwear get peeled off your body. Seokjin’s long fingers drove itself in and out of your core. “You’re soaking wet… you get off on getting fucked in public places dont you doll?” His fingers hitting the right spots. The thumb on your clit drew rough circles, pressing down and flicking the bud, making you squirm and breathe heavily. It was hard to contain in your moans. His fingers gave you unimaginable pleasure. Hitting all the spots that you could never reach with your own. 

Seokjin quickened his pace. Soft, wet sounds could be heard. Pussy walls clenched around his fingers. Your stomach caved and contracted as he stimulated your warm walls, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your abdomen. “Jin- im so close-“ you muttered out through heavy breaths. “I know baby… but…” he removed his fingers abruptly and stepped back, making you gasp and whine. You looked at him, taking deep breaths. Your eyes narrowed as he put on a shiteating smirk, licking up your arousal from his fingers. “They heard us.” He says, winking, before walking out nonchalantly. 

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[iiotic]

Hi

Maybe you could write Wriothesley x fem!reader moving in together, maybe some cute moment where Writhesley understands that all his dreams about a family come true

Sorry if it’s not for your liking

Have a great day!!!

"SO WHAT DO WE NAME THE CHILD?"

in which you and wriothesley, who just got married, moved in together. however wriothesley seems to think about other things..

before you read -> fluff, suggestive, fem reader, implied marriage, swearing, not proff read

word count: 0.7k

it's honestly so so cute!! I'm dying. thank you for your requests anon!! ((it took so long YET IT'S SO SHORT im dying) i cringed readinf thus ngl)

wriothesley never imagined himself starting a family, with all of his duties and the fact that he practically lived in the fortress of meropide it all seemed impossible. however that changed when he met you, you were so sweet and carrying he caught himself thinking about starting a family with you.

dreaming about moving in with you, having a sweet child running around; preferably a girl but the gender doesn't matter! most importantly being able to come home to you, the love of his life.

soon enough his dreams came true.

you were now standing in the local furniture store in fontaine with your soon to be husband, looking at different cabinets and kitchen appliances. it was truly a difficult decision to chose a furniture to your liking, whether it would be the colour or the right shape.

"what do you think about this one? it's vintage, cute." you said, pointing at a white, milky cabinet. the edges were quite sharp, dangerous even if you'd accidentally bumb into them.

"They're too light, they'd get dirty really quick" wriothesley said looking at the other side of the room. he quickly caught your attention pointing at another cabinet, seemingly a different style. modern, on the darker side, almost pure black.

"It's too dark, we wouldn't be able to see where it's dirty." you sighed, pinching your nose.

you were arguing over stupid cabinets for over 15 minutes. you were starting to get a headache and you didn't pick half of the furnitures for your kitchen yet.

"how about this one?" he asked, nudging you shoulder, nodding at a darkish cabinets with a milky white on top of them with soft edges. it wouldn't get dirty easily, it wasn't too light nor dark too. the perfect contrast. "the edges aren't sharp enough for the kid to bumb into it.." he added

yes.. this one was perfect

the day that you got the keys to your own house your imagonation was going wild. you'd run around the house with wriothesley on your side, telling him about your vision and him giving short remarks.

he felt like he was on cloud nine, he couldn't believe that it was actually happening.

unfortunately for you both, you had to assemble the furnitures alone. you agreed that the team that would do it for you was way overpriced.

this would lead to cute, domestic moments. whether someone messes up something or reading the instructions for over 10 minutes not understanding anything.

"wrio, do you know which screw is the right one for th.." you stopped in your tracks as you saw your husband all covered in water.

"do not laugh." he gritted through his teeth, but it was too late you already burst out laughing at the pure comedy scene in front of you.

wriothesley was assembling the sink in your bathroom, at least trying to. unfortunately he was no plumber nor did he wanted any help from you saying that "he was the man of the family" however that might sound.

you yelped as he pulled you to him, wetting your new white shirt in the process.

"i told you to not laugh." he said with such seriousness but his smile betrayed him. he softly pulled you in for a kiss to shut you up, his hands finding their way on your waist. you kissed back almost immediately, your hands tangling in his wet hair. fuck, he looked so attract with wet hair..

2 months later you finished putting the final touches to your new home. some pictures on the wall, plants in the corners and near the windows.

you were very satisfacted with your work in the kitchen, you organised everything with the help of your husband. everything was neat and pleasant for the eye.

the first night together in your new bedroom, in your new bed was rather.. passionate and left you fucked, with his seed inside you.

you cuddled wriothesley, hiding your face in his chest with your arms around his neck making yourself comfortable. you were sure that after tonight you will wake up sore.

wriothesley was so much satisfied and pleased with the fact that his dream of starting a family with the love of his life already succeded in 90 procent.

he purred slightly, nuzzling closer to you, whispering in your ear. "so, what do we name the child?"

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[killishin]

UNDER THE SNOW

pairing : nanami kento x reader

category : fluff, not proofread.

author's note : yeah okay another confession one i know but THAT'S ALL I COULD THINK OF OKAY? finally had enough braincells to whip something up.

it was stupid, yeah you knew that. but staying awake throughout the whole night for days, all because the thoughts of him plagued your mind... yeah it was torture. too much. you needed to do something.

not sure if that something had to be standing right infront of his apartment building, at 2 in the morning. but you just couldn't take it. you had to see him. stupid, yeah alright.

your phone stayed pressed against your ear as you rung him up, your feet taping anxiously against the hard pavement. just when you were beginning to doubt the whole plan, realise how utterly stupid it is—

"ugh– hello? wait— y/n?" his deep and hoarse voice filled with drowsiness came through and for a moment you just lost yourself into it. you've heard his voice like a million times now yet every time it made your mind swoon and that sleepy voice? it made your breathe hitch, your throat dry.

"yeah. yeah it's me— god im really sorry for calling at such an hour—" you cleared your throat as you silently winced in embarrassment, seriously what were you thinking.

but of course, being the gentleman he is, ignores your apology. never ever would he ever be offended by you, gods forbid if he even glared at you by chance he would immediately apologise with such softness.

"where are you? are you alright?" he asked as he grunted a bit and you understood he sat up immediately due to the noise of shuffling from his side.

it made you chuckle, your eyes glinting with fondness at his immediate care and protectiveness. this both aggravated you and made your heart melt. you wondered if you were the sole recipient of this care or was it for everyone else too? such thoughts made you go nuts.

"i..." you looked around the seemingly deserted road being covered in white as it snowed slowly and then down at your own self clad in comfy clothes that were just too comfy, too inappropriate and exposed for anyone's eyes. but you were on a mission, as stupid as it is.

"im right infront of your apartment." you blurted out with a sigh and a beat of silence followed which made you smile knowing he'd be quite dumbfounded and mad at your carelessness.

"im coming." and yet this was all he said in that flat, controlled voice of his, probably controlling the worry and alarm that almost slipped through his lips.

he didn't hang up as he shuffled through his apartment and you knew it was all hasty and hurried; too hurried and sloppy for a man who carries himself with so much grace.

in less than five minutes he's down, his clothes disheveled and a bit creased, like the state of his otherwise neatly brushed hair and the worried furrow in his brows that only deepened into a scowl when he saw the state you were in. he already had his jacket clutched in his hand as he practically raced to you.

"what were you thinking?" he sighed in mind annoyance as he draped the jacket over you before brushing the snow off your hair, his hands and eyes lingering on your face for a suspicious second longer, a quite dazed look in those eyes before he snapped out of it.

"just.. just couldn't sleep. needed a distraction." you tilted your head as you smiled up at him despite the deadpanned look he gave, "realised you'd be the best one. "

"and you couldn't bother wearing something more than a t-shirt and shorts while it's snowing?" he immediately questioned back flatly with a raised brow, his voice a firm reprimand yet you caught that slight twitch in his lips.

"too desperate?" you retorted playfully with a scrunch of your nose and he simply shook his head as he withdrew his hand. he knew something was bothering you, you always came to him at unexpected moments either for just a comforting presence or a silent listener to vent to.

"walk with me kento?" you asked softly and he hesitated as he looked up at the snowing sky then back at you. he wanted to suggest to rather go to his apartment but he knew better than to go against your wishes. he'd drag you back soon anyway.

he simply nodded with a sigh before he started walking with you in shared silence. you simply looked down at the pavement as you walked, your senses burning cus of him. the feel of his jacket around you, the smell of his cologne on it wafting around you and the absolutely nerve wracking feel of his gaze burning at the side of your head, observing and analyzing you, as if breaking past your walls to dig in whatever's bothering you.

the more he looked at you, the more it felt difficult to think or even breathe, suddenly the plan you sorted out hours ago had vanished and all you were, was a mess of unspoken words in your mind.

you know what, to hell with it.

"i can't get you out of my head. i— i.." you sighed as your feet stopped before you tilted your head up the sky and closed your eyes, way too afraid to look him in the eyes. "i missed you."

right, that was not at all what she wanted to say, but he's smart right? he'll get it.

he stopped with you a step ahead, his eyes looking down at you and he didn't even flinch or look surprised. he knew it all. he felt it all.

when the silence stretched on for way too long you peeked an eye open only to find your breathe get stolen away at the utter intensity in his eyes. his eyes were usually stoic and unfeeling, barely any emotion other than mild irritation when satoru's around.

yet right now it was as if he let himself bare, his eyes had darkened and he was drowning in yearning. despite the disheveled state he was in, he was supposed to look a bit boyish, he did but man those eyes and clenched jaw reminded you he was anything but boyish.

"and?" he asked quietly as he took a small step towards you yet it felt too big since the distance between them suddenly felt too small, too close.

"and- and i wanted to see you. i wanna see you— see you everyday. wanna have your eyes on me whenever I can. wanna tell you how I've–" you were breathless and a fumbling mess in front of him yet you stood your ground.

"wanna tell you how I've loved you for.. for so long and maybe it's about goddamn time i get some answers." you continued your rambling, finding yourself getting bolder, and that surprised you given the sheer intensity of those eyes.

"i wanna know, once and for all, if im the only one. if im the only one.. who can't sleep. who can't get rid of thoughts of the other— god just tell me so i can move on—"

nothing could have prepared you for that what happened next.

he took another step, almost pressing his body to yours while his hand flew to firmly grip your jaw and tip it up as he kissed you. and it was gentle, like the caressing touch of his hand on her jaw, as suitable for a gentleman like him.

or so you thought. the kiss deepened almost instantly as his other hand snaked to your waist, yanking you close while his tongue delved past your lips. the kiss quickly became urgent and heated as you let out quiet gasps in your kiss, your hands clutching his shoulders so tightly, almost clinging to him.

he kissed like he needed you, needed you to know that he did feel it. he yearned it. he craved it so badly, maybe even more than you. he needed you to understand it all through the kiss because god didn't make him that strong enough to say all that to your face, to even word all that he felt for you.

he parted after a moment , both your lips swollen, red and glistening. he was as breathless as you, his eyes still glued to your lips as his thumb caressed your lips. there was a ghost of a smirk on his face, a satisfied one at the dreamy look on your face.

"still wanna move on hm?"

bit too long eh? anyways please reblog or comment to let me know if you liked it.

[eddieandbird]

I JUST REALIZE I SEND THE REQUEST IN THE ANONIMOUS MODE, IM SO SORRY 😭😭 but here it is again

Hello! I don't see if you do angst or not, but if you do, i'd like to request a fight with Eddie in front of the Hellfire club, like they're in a D&D section and start to fight over any reason (you can choose) and the reader get's upset and get out of the room and the other's be like "😳...go talk to her, man" and the rest is whatever you think is better, thank you so so much, and sorry if my english is bad 🥺💕

no worries! i gave it my best shot, hope you like it -bird

Ditch—

You have an attitude during a Hellfire Club meeting

tags/warnings: fluff | hurt/comfort | 1.3k words | f!reader | arguments

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If a single drop of water were to touch your skin right now, it would evaporate in seconds, or at least that’s how furious you felt at this moment. You’d been silently grinding your teeth and fiddling with your character’s figure on the table since Eddie started the session.

“Any day now, sweetheart. It’s your turn,” To you, it sounded like he was elongating your words just to taunt you.

“Skip my turn, nothing good’s happened yet,” You muttered, squeezing your figure tightly in your hand before dropping it back onto the table.

Eddie’s brows knitted together, disgust laced in his deep frown. “So you’re just going to leave the party vulnerable because we bore you, is that it?”

“Why not? Leaving people hanging isn’t completely off the table for our party, right? Or is that just towards me?” You folded your arms, unwavering from his intense glare.

“God, are you seriously throwing a fit right now? In front of everyone?” He leaned forward and spoke in a low tone as if that was going to conceal the argument with you from the other members.

“You know what you’re right. I am so sorry everyone, I’m just not in the mood for D&D tonight. So sorry I have to ditch you all,” You laid heavy emphasis on the word ‘ditch’ before getting up and pushing in your chair with a loud squeak.

The weight of your footsteps could be heard as you walked out of the auditorium. You left the rest of the Hellfire members in awe with your absence.

Dustin was the first to break the silence. “Damn… What the hell did you do, Eddie?”

“Zip it, Henderson,” Eddie snapped back, his eyes transfixed on the door. “Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?” He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh, dropping his head on the table with a thud.

“That was some good drama, right there,” Gareth spoke in an amused tone.

“You’re not helping,” Eddie grumbled.

“Are you going to go after her?” Jeff asked, a slight hint of worry in his voice.

“Yeah, Eddie. You can’t let her storm off like that and not chase her. Trust me, it never ends well when I leave Max alone to ‘cool off’,” Lucas added, shaking his head.

Mike nodded “Yeah, El hates that too-”

“Okay! I get it! You guys are expert-level boyfriends or whatever,” Eddie’s eyes shot wide open with annoyance. “Just… give me a second to go find her, okay? Dustin’s in charge in the meantime,”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Mike exclaimed.

“Argue amongst yourselves for a minute, nerds!” Eddie yelled back, already in the process of slamming the door behind him.

Eddie stomped quickly down the hallway, eyes darting everywhere looking for you.

He turned the corner and his eyes widened slightly as he saw your hand disappearing into the girls restroom.

“Damnit..” he mumbled to himself.

He stood outside the door, debating whether he should barge in after you or not. Eventually, his head got the better of him and he pushed open the heavy door.

“Hey. We need to talk.”

“Eddie, get out, you’re not supposed to be in here,” You grumbled, not giving him a second glance.

You were focused on your reflection, carefully dabbing at your tears with a tissue to not ruin more of your makeup.

“Like I care about that,” He retorted.

You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror. He stood with his shoulder slumped, back against the bathroom stall. His intense dark eyes glaring at you with frustration.

“I’m not coming back to the session, you can just kill my character off now,” You said sternly.

“Can you just look at me for a second?” He pleaded, but you remained facing the mirror, trying to avoid even the slightest glance in his direction.

He sighed and took a few more steps into the bathroom, his hands shoved deep into pockets, knuckles turning white with how hard he was clenching his fists.

“Why are you so pissed at me?” He asked, his voice soft and lacking its usual bite.

“You seriously don’t know?” You looked bewildered. “You didn’t even notice that I’ve been avoiding you all day?”

Eddie winced as you took a step forward. “What? You weren’t just busy with school stuff?” He asked sheepishly, knowing he definitely did not notice anything off about today until Hellfire.

“You ditched me on our date yesterday, ring any bells?” You gestured wildly. “You left me at the movies by myself. I had to call my dad to pick me up. I was humiliated!”

Eddie's face dropped as he was hit with a wave of realization. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and let out a long sigh, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Oh, that's what this is about? I'm sorry, I really am, but you gotta know-" He took a small step towards you, his expression pained. "I had to help Dustin okay? It was a like a family emergency and it couldn't wait,"

Eddie needed to be vague for various reasons. He couldn’t possibly tell you about any of the crazy monsters he encountered that night or show you the huge scratch in his shoulder that was covered by his jacket. He could only pray that you bought it.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and frowned deeply. You didn’t want to pry if it was about Dustin’s family, that wasn’t your place. His explanation did explain some things but not enough to satisfy you.

“You didn’t even call afterwards… We didn’t talk today,”

You shook your head, pacing in front of him as thoughts swirled in your mind. “You know, it’s totally fine if you changed your mind about me, if you don’t like me anymore, it’s whatever, but you didn’t have to lead me on like this,”

"Whoa, slow down." He quickly approached you again and firmly placed his hands on your shoulders, gently stopping your frantic movements.

He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that he hadn’t hurt you completely.

"Look at me, okay? I never ‘changed my mind’ about you. I still like you a hell of a lot. And I definitely didn’t mean to leave you in the lurch like that," Eddie pleaded, his thumbs rubbing your skin.

“I’m just kind of a space cadet, you know? I’m impulsive and forgetful and I screw up… a lot,” He took your hand and pulled you toward him.

You pouted and reluctantly followed his tug, your eyes refusing to fall upon him.

“But know this: I do like you. And I know I’m not really good at this whole dating thing, but I wanna make it up to you okay? I don’t wanna end things on this note,” Eddie shook his head and brought your hand next to his face. He made sure you watched as he locked his fingers between yours. “You gonna let me make it up to you?”

You pursed your lips, wanting to refuse at first, but then you nodded.

“Fine,” You whispered.

A small smile appeared on his lips, his shoulders visibly relaxing. He brought your hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on all eight of your knuckles.

"Thank god," he breathed against your skin, his exhale warm and shaky.

He looked at you with hopeful eyes, his grip on your hand still tight.

"We can do something after Hellfire, alright? Just you and me."

You crinkled your nose as you nodded even more enthusiastically this time.

“I’m looking forward to it, Munson,” You mused.

You turned around, now being the one to tug his arm and lead him out of the restroom.

“Hey, wait, what’s going on?” He asked, his old sneakers squeaking on the hallway floors as he followed you.

“Back to the session,”

“You’re still gonna play?” Eddie let go of your hand for a moment, pleasantly surprised.

“C’mon! The faster we get this done, the faster you can take me to get some food,” You whined, walking off without him.

“You got it, princess,” Eddie chuckled, clutching his swollen heart then sprinting after you.

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me(part 6)-Matt Sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), dark themes, death, smut (not in this part)

A/N- THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA SAD but y'all will be alright, trust. a lot of violence in this chapter so by all means if that is not your thing please don't read. I want everyone that reads this to ENJOY it. love yall, bye!

matts pov.

the drive back to my house was silent. even with my heightened sense of hearing, I could only hear the sound of our breathing and the quiet hum of my engine. two minutes ago, she had been crying and I saw into the darkness that was her life. key word, was. between the protection spell and me, no one is ever going to hurt her again. a dark thought pops into my head, and ,unlike any other time, I welcome it with open arms.

"do you want him dead?" I mutter, letting the thought free. I said It quietly, but it sounded like I might as well have screamed compared to the quiet of my car. it made my skin crawl and judging by the look on her face, it made her's crawl too. "what is that supposed to mean??" she whips her head to me with fear in her eyes. merciful. I added that to a list of chracteristics that y/n had that I subconsciously accumulated in my own head. even though he hurt her in the worst ways, she'd never want anyone to lay a finger on him.

"he's my dad, matt!" she panics taking my lack of response as a promise that I would go back to her house and finish him off. I put one arm up in defense. "I was just asking. you panic too much, someone should go check your blood pressure.Jesus." I scoff, playing it off as if I wouldn't have gotten rid of him the moment she told she wanted me too.

she slumped back in her seat, clearly relieved. its right then that I notice the dark circles under her eyes. she's tired, and humans need rest. "go to sleep, you look like shit." I quip. if she were in her right mind, she probably would have said something back. instead she brings her knees into her chest and puts her head on the window. her eyes close and in a few minutes her breathing and heart rate slow. she's asleep and my eyes stay on the rough, pot - hole infested road. all the way home, I dodge the holes so she sleeps fine.

unreasonable fear hits my chest at my own actions. when did you start to care so much? is the question I ask myself as I gently lift her sleeping form into my arms to bring her into the house.

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y/n is in the other room, and I wake up to my phone buzzing incessantly. I pick up my phone to see that nick is calling me. "he disappears off the face of the earth for two days and all of a sudden he wants to chit chat at the crack of dawn", I think to myself before smashing the accept call button in annoyance. "what?" my gruff voice answers in a more than grumpy tone.

"I need you to come to meet me, now! I'll send you my location. do not bring anyone with you, and do not to take your sweet ass time either matt." he says seriously. I can hear in his voice he is fighting to keep himself from sounding panicked. sensing the danger he's in, worry surges through me, and I can't help but wonder what he's gotten himself into. "don't worry nick, im coming." I say back just as seriously before hanging up the phone and rushing out the house.

I drive over as fast as I can to the unknown spot. it's just a clearing of trees and grass where two cars are parked side by side. ones nicks' and the other is someone's I don't recognize. I hop out of the car quick on high alert. nick where are you??

"you think you can just take my daughter and get away with it. I'm sorry son, but you're in for a real treat." says a terrifying voice that-unless god forbid I took another girl to my house tonight- could only be y/n's fathers’. I turn slowly to see him, a tall, burly man. he's holding nick close too him, a knife pressed lightly against the sensitive skin of his neck. regulary, I would look at this and shrug, vampires aren't supposed to be able to die. but nick's neck is bleeding from where the knife lightly grazes him. vampires can make other people bleed, but they themselves can't bleed, at least that's how it's supposed to be. even though the wound wasn't deep enough to be lethal, the wound itself was the problem to begin with. All thoughts aside, I lunge forward to grab nick away from the man but he dodges with unnatural speed. he smells human, but he's quick, too quick, which can only mean one thing.

y/n's dad is a fucking lunatic magic user, and, based on the position he's got me and nick in right now , he's a damn strong one too.

he throws nick to the side right then, and nick flops to the floor gasping for breath and clutching his bleeding throat. I freeze in fear for what's happened to nick. for what is going to happen to me. he waves the same knife he had pressed against nick at me in tauntingly cold, cut motions.

"matt, run" nick says weakly. my feet listen to nick's instructions, and I turn to bolt, only to find the powerful magic user right in front of me in an instant. before I can react, he plunges the knife into my stomach in three quick motions. unbearable pain laces through me and I feel something coming that I never thought I'd ever have to experience. that something is death.

"should of asked for a protection spell yourself." he lets out a cold, hard laugh as I drop to the floor slipping into an abyss of darkness.

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[kurosstuff]

could you do 🍯 3 with girl dick lute?

Of course~ decided to do it like the last one in a way? Demon x angel plot♡♡ but it's a different plot is- execution day still though(cause I don't think she'd go to hell for anything else)

Warning(s): demon x angel, unprotected sex, girl dick lute, tail and horns thing, wing stuff? Idk, mating season(both of yours) afab reader, mating. Heat/ruts(mating season) , Lute is MEAN(but also praising you♡)

Didn't say if you wanted fem reader so I did gn reade

Gp! Lute x GN!demon reader

There are a lot of things you hated about hell. One of the biggest things? Was mating season. All demons go through with it- it's a normal thing. Considering sinners now have animal tributes, it's just something you'll have to deal with. No matter what you are- for some it's easier to handle and deal with.

But the beginning of it is the worst. It's like you've never BEEN in one before.

Panting you hid in the abandoned building, looking around, tail curled, tucking nervously. Its like God himself hated you the most. As if waiting to laugh in your face considering its execution day.

And your being hunted.

The flapping of wings nearby made you duck to hide, but you were too late something hit your side, making you fly to the side looking back. You saw her. A executioner staring you down.

Just your fucking luck. It's the leaders second in command. Lute.

"He-hey-" waving backing up, ignoring how she snarled stalking towards you as she found her prey. Her victim. "Been a while, huh lute?' Swallowing the last time you ran into her. You somehow out ran her.

Ever since? Her sights have been on you.

"Yeah. After you humiliated me. A sinner outrunning me? You got lucky" she snarled out swiping her sword to the side the blood on it flhong around.

It was fresh.

And, of course, your big mouth had to just speak. "Yeah, six times, is it?" Cursing yourself for uttering that. How she stopped and stared snarling wings fluttering flapping. You really did it now.

You pissed her off more.

Yelping, you turned rushing off. "NO NO IM SORRY LUTE SHIT-" you screamed out, racing into the first room you could find stumbling into it. A dead end. Seriously? Who the fuck sleeps in a room with no windows? Sighing, you turned barley missed the swipe of the sword from lute as she attempted to kill you.

With her being silent? You knew you really fucked up. Hearing her snarling and..panting? You turned, kicking her back roughly. "Sorry!" You couldn't help but call out as she luckily? Landed on the bed. Turning around she on her back she groaned taking a moment-

Taking the time with her on her back, you pounced on her, holding her down. "Stop! I- I don't wanna fight!" As she squirmed, trying to buck you off, making you whine unaware she's trying to stop you from feeling her shame. Her guilt for feeling like this in this situation.

Gasping finally feeling something poking your thigh smirking, you grind against her waist slowly, making her moan snarling up at you. "y-your mating season is here too?" Whining softly as she grabbed your waist roughly bucking up into your hips, panting heavily

"Yeah~" she whined softly, getting harder at the reveal. "fuck~ you fought me on your mating day? Did you want to get fucked?" She snarled out allowing you to reach up taking her mask off biting her lip kissing you deeply flipping you onto your back

Gasping ypu flushed looking up at her "i- I had to! Had no choice it comes when it wants!" You panted out on instinct, almost submitting to her looking away feeling guilty. By the smirk on her

You knew she saw-

"Guess there's only one thing to do, no?" She purred out, grinding against you, leaning to take her shirt off "we fuck of course. We're both on our mating season? Why not?" She hummed answering for you when you didn't reply "I'm gonna ask you once. Do you want this" She huffed out

Gently rubbing your waist wasn't what you expected from her, but here she was, waiting for you to think ignoring her instincts. "Yes. I... I want this" humming in approval she kissed you leaning back to strip you using her sword - "wha- I- my shirt!" You huffed flushed seeing her roll her eyes

"Take my jacket after. Ok?" Grunting leaning back, pulling her pants down- pulling her hard cock out already leaking pumping herself slowly groaning softly "fuck~" moving close testing rubbing her tip on your entrance smirking

"Wait, wait! You're too big!" You gasped moaning at the sheer length of her- making her hum rubbing herself on your entrance, grinding against you moaning against your neck leaning back "you- will you even fit-?"

"I'll go slow" at first- left unsaid not fully answering- grinding more on you covering her cock in your slick she hummed "it won't hurt slipping in. Your to deep in your heat you'd already pooling of yourself." She Grunting slowly pushing into you moaning loudly "fuck~ your tight~"

"Oh- oh god~" you sobbed out, spreading your legs more, feeling her push in more stretching you fully "too much~" moaning loudly under her tail thumping whining more when she reached gently taking your tail making you gasping loudly slipped under her

"You were just crying for my attention sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? You sure that's what you want~?" She hummed, moaning, pounding into you, gasping."fuck~ getting even tighter for me~ fucking rutting against me before no~? Now you want me to stop" Leaning back rubbing your tail, watching you squirm more under her gently pinching it making you sob moaning drawing a loud whine

"No~" you begged out, sobbing under her kissing her deeply sobbing out her name, making her smirk pinching your tail, causing you to gasp whining lewdly

"That's my good pet~" she purred, shoving Into you fully moaning loudly eagerly fucking you into the bed panting heavily "thank God there was a bed here no?" Kissing along your neck hearing the purrs mixed with your moans "fuck you like this~? Being fucked by your greater?" She moaned out gasping leaning up pulling you by your horns to show your neck more- forcing you into submission for her "that's a good pet~" panting heavily pounding rougher into you flushed darkly

Whining loudly wrapping your legs around her waist, yanking her deeper into her, fully submitting to her "oh fuck please~ c-claim me~" you sobbed out holding her close watching her wings flap in approval. Puffing in a way to show off- like a dance of sorts "oh please~?"

Humming biting your neck roughly "claim you? You want to be my mate?' She growled out pounding rougher holding the bed- your sobs moaning for her, making her hum "your tail sensitive or something?" Rubbing it making you nod sobbing out

"It- its a courting thing ~ like like- sensitive makes them want to be mated-" You choked out arching your back into her at her unrelenting pace "horns and tails make- make demons horny at the touch If not careful~" flushed at her smirk as she tugged at your tail once more

"Guess I'll take you as mine then, huh? My pet?" Pounding roughly leaning close biting at your neck,"making you my mate~? Mine?" Purring out moaning heavily holding their waist roughly claiming you as hers.

She didn't care for the consequences(she does but she's so lost in her rut to acknowledge it) that she does do it. She bites down roughly "my mate ~ my sinner~" she snarled out her cock twitching deep inside you moaning heavily feeling you tighten around her moaning her name out smirking she hummed "yeah you like that? Like being claimed?" Groaning "fuck~ go ahead cum for me my pet~"

Sobbing our nodding, releasing around her clinging to her feeling her pound deeper shoving fully into you cumming deep inside with a loud moan snarling into your neck claiming you from the inside as well "fuck~" Sobbing out panting heavily rocking up into her feeling yourself gush onto the bed from them "n-need more~" you gasped out sobbing out for her

"Fuck~ yeah?" Pounding into you against groaning, twitching deep inside you,"want more? Fill you up more~?" Kissing you deeply relishing in the moans and cries you let out for her "fuck~ doing so fucking good what a good whore I have huh?" Snarling against your lips wings puffing up expanding fully flapping happily showing off smug

"Yes fuck yes~" you sobbed out moaning arching your back cumming around her cock again sobbing from the overestimating from the unrelenting pounding- the roughness from her "oh please~ please~" Sobbing out loudly

Groaning "this- is this the last time~ go-got to go-" hearing the alarm go off for her to come back snarling loudly pounding roughly into you- shoving fully into you so lost in her rut she couldn't hold back cumming deep inside you once more moaning loudly rocking into you slowly before slowly gently pulling out watching you gush of her. Feeling smug- possessive she properly mated you.

Made you hers.

Humming, she reached up, plucking a feather from her wing, putting it on your chest "wear it. Make it a necklace" putting a claim physically on you. "Accept my mateship by putting it on~?" Purring out kissing you gently moving to get dressed quickly putting her jacket on you rubbing your twitching legs

After a moment, she fled. Flying away without a goodbye(she hoped to see you again) humming, she smiled happily, hopping it all would end well for you both.

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But all acts. Have consequences. Mating a demon as an angel? Would have a consequence

[livin4woso]

Breaking the media

Chapter 2 -breaking the news

Surprisingly, the transfer between arsenal and Barcelona had been relatively fast arsenal were quite happy to send you to Barcelona due to the opportunitys it was going to give you. Now here came the part you had forgotten about you had to say goodbye to the people who have made you the player you are now and how well they have took care of you. The group had decided to have a get together in the holidays and you knew this was the only time you could tell them otherwise they will find out about the transfer pretty quickly due to social media. There was definitely some speculation of you moving as you saw the rumor posts on your Instagram feed which made you giggle to yourself knowing they were right but you can't interact with them otherwise your cover is blown.

It was they day of the event and now the nerves had really hit you, you had managed to convince beth and viv to take you because you knew you couldn't face your 'parents' yet. They picked you up and you hopped into the back seat of the car "you all good there y/n " beth asked with an unreadable expression one of worry yet it not slipping over her smiling face. "Yeah im good just jealous that all of yous got a nice tan and ive been stuck here" you remarked half sarcastically but also with a tone of seriousness you were a bit jealous that you couldn't go on holiday. "Yeah yeah well in two years we will bring you with us" viv chimed in smiling at you. The pwang of guilt hit you hard they didn't know you were about to tell them you were leaving the club and now it felt like you couldn't bare the news. "Yeahh that would be nice but i don't wanna be pain on your holidays" you say back "no no you'd never be a pain" beth responded. Yous continued to chat in the car and as every minute past the pit in your stomach grew deeper and was a lot more noticeable.

You walked into the venue to find it nicely decorated and privately booked. Thank god you thought to yourself just incase the tears came along with the news. The night was going well until leah came and sat next to you "hey y/n you've been awfully quiet tonight" she said "yeah im all good just got stuff going on at the moment" you replied not even trying to hide your emotions with leah "what stuff?, better not be you leaving us for barca like the rumors" she said jokingly not understanding that was exactly what was happening. That comment had sent you in a spiral though you couldn't cancel the deal now but your team mates will be so disappointed in you and disgusted that you left them.

You were lost deep in thought until you felt tears on the verge of your eyes "im going to the bathroom" you said standing up dismissing leahs comment. The speed you walked away at was fast but wasn't fast enough to contain your tears to the bathroom you hands wiped across your face as you made your way to the bathroom. You slammed the bathroom stall door with some force and then you let the emotions hit you your legs gave in as you slid to the cold tiled floor and it felt like the walls were caving in and you couldn't breath everything was overwhelming.

Meanwhile leah was sat in confusion and also a hint of panic and she got up shortly after you hadn't returned from the bathroom after a couple of minutes. She hadn't made it into the main area of the bathroom when she heard your sobs through the wall it was heart breaking to hear and yet she didn't know what to do. She knew she couldn't deal with this it had to be beth and viv they had been the people to take you under there wing and look after you. Leah almost legged it to beth and viv who were stood next to eachother in the busy part of the room "beth viv i need your help" leah said so quick that it seemed like she needed the help "whats up leah" beth asked worry knitted through her eyebrows "its y/n she.. i dont know what happened.. i said one thing and she was fine the next minute she stormed off to the bathroom.. and then.. i" leah was rambling her head full of panic and it was viv who took charge of leah. " leah i need you to calm down for me and i will get kim to sit with you but i have to go deal with y/n" she said dragging her to a couch in the bar. She got kim to sit next to her and left them be while her and beth charged to the bathroom.

As the door opened you still hadn't got any better from when leah had checked on you infact it had gotten worse. You suffered from anxiety but it was never this bad well not for the past while it hasnt been this bad. You were so trapped in your own head you had forgot to lock the door properly so here it was beth and viv stood above you staring down at your body crumpled into a ball hyperventilating with your hands over your ears and your eyes clenched. It was a sight neither the older girls had expected to see but both knew what they had to do to hopefully fix it and know what was the reason for it. It was viv who had taken charge of the operation and she sat next to you on the cold tile floor beth followed quickly after. "Hey y/n love its viv, can i touch you" she asked gently after no response viv knew it was worse than she thought and she's going to have to do what she thinks is best.

She reaches for your hand which you grab as if it was your lifeline and this begins to draw you out of your mind "hey hey love look at me" beth said looking at you with the most empathetic look in her eyes her face knitted with worry. You look up at her your face puffy and red from the tears that still poured down your face "oh love its okay" she said as you basically threw yourself at her sobbing into her shoulder drenching her jumper in tears "im sorry, im so sorry" is the only thing you could muster up into beths shoulder "you have nothing to be sorry for love" viv said rubbing circles on your back with her hands "yes i do you're all gonna hate me and its my fault i should have been more responsible" you said this time sniffing the final tears away. "We wont hate you love but you need to tell us whats going on" viv said this time a lot more serious in her tone. You took a deep breath "im.. im going to Barcelona" you said waiting for the wrath of the two of them to tell you that they hate you "omg y/n that amazing, we're so proud of you" beth said pulling you in tighter.

You were shocked they were proud of you, they shouldn't be they should hate you "you're proud of me?" You questioned them looking up with glassy eyes "yes of course we are but we need to tell the rest of the team to celebrate" viv said standing up and dragging you up to your feet. You slowly crept out the bathroom where beth and viv sat you on the nearest seat away from the rest of the team. You had essentially begged the two of them to tell everyone else as you couldn't do it especially after having a panic attack in front of beth and viv. Luckily they agreed but you had to be in the room with them you trundled behind the couple like a lost puppy when they made you sit on chair next to them the suitation almost felt like an intervention "right so y/n has so big news to tell you all but she has asked us to do it for her" beth began to start "so for next season y/n is moving to Barcelona" she said with a smile on her face "omg you're joking y/n thats amazing" russo said to you "well in y/n" said katie following.

You felt positive about moving to Barcelona now and you had plenty people who backed you from a few thousand miles away you felt like this was the right move.

Your life was at peace until it hit the media...

[guniniz]

⸻ falling asleep on facetime with zb1

# genre … fluffy scenario’s of how i think zb1 members would react to you falling asleep while on facetime, some are romantic relationships and some are just friendships !

# note … second part !! did the next three members in line :) may get to the other members at the beginning of next week. im think of either opening my requests or starting a smau. feel free to leave any requests already though! i hope you guys enjoy this one!

── 彡 [매튜] MATTHEW

matthew had been begging you to start playing valorant with him. always mentioning that he felt lonely whenever he saw another couple having matching usernames.

after a few more days of begging you gave in and downloaded the game and played a few practice round of your own to see what character you liked the most.

you ended up liking reyna and as both you and matthew got on the game and called on facetime he exclaimed “you are the reyna to my jett”

you laughed at his silly remark and suggested to match your usernames like you knew he wanted as you knew he’d be a little embarrassed to ask you himself.

“omg y/n you really do love me” he said while fake crying looking directly into the camera.

after going back and forth a bit trying to decide a name you guys settled on the classic “His Reyna” and “Her Jett”.

though matthew insisted “ICarryHer” and “HeCarriesMe” was better.

you guys decided to play a few ranked matches before moving on to unranked games after being matched up with people who took the game way too seriously.

time was flying by as the two of you were joking around on the call and getting quite competitive with each other about who was the better player.

your eyes slowly started to close and no matter how hard you tried, your body started to give in.

a new round started and while all your teammates moved to site a or b you were still stood still at spawn.

matthew was so into the game that he kept giving you comms not realizing you weren’t even playing anymore.

your teammates called for him to move to site b and he decided to walk back through spawn.

thats when he saw that your character was still just stood there. he walked up to you trying to get your attention when he finally looked at his phone screen and realized you’d fallen asleep.

he just stared at you in disbelief for a few seconds before he got back to the game to finish the round where he ended up clutching the game at the last moment.

he closed the game and looked back at his phone to still see you sleeping peacefully.

he smiled to himself as he quietly thanked you for being his good luck charm and that it was all thanks to you that he was able to clutch that game.

he whispered an i love you before planted a kiss on his hand and then putting it right on to his screen where your head was.

── 彡 [태래] TAERAE

you and taerae had been best friends since middle school and since you guys grew up together you’d become very close to each others families as well.

as both of you got older and more busy you suggested having a set day of the week to catch up with each other. be it while getting coffee or like today over facetime.

as it got closer to your hang out time u made some tea and set up your phone to await taerae’s call.

however he didn’t call and also didn’t answer when you called him.

you figured he had something come up and was busy so you drank your tea and waited a bit longer.

after an hour or so (you definitely weren’t keeping track of time to hold it over his head next time you needed/wanted something from him) your phone finally rang as taerae’s name lit up your phone screen.

you were about to jokingly yell at him but stopped as soon as you saw both him and his mom on screen.

“oh hi miss kim!” you said with a smile. “go ahead mom, apologize” taerae’s mom jokingly apologized for keeping taerae busy while he sat next to her trying to keep a stern face without laughing.

“you may go now mother” i said with a serious voice and giving her a hug before she left.

as he sat back down he said “she said she just needed my help for a few minutes but it turned into an hour and she knows about our hang out time so she had to pay for her crimes” while giving you his signature big smile.

you guys got on with your weekly catch up talking about everything that had happened that week and as taerae was rambling on you felt yourself grow more tired by the second.

you looked at your phone and realized you’d lost track of time while talking with your best friend and it was getting quite late.

not wanting to interrupt his passionate rant about how he dislikes one of his teachers and all the reasons why you just kept quiet as you tried your best to stay awake.

however as hard as you tried you couldn’t stop yourself from slowly falling asleep.

taerae only realized you had fallen asleep after he got done with his heated rant and he asked if you thought he was right for finding his teacher annoying.

he looked at how your head was just slumped back as you sat on your chair.

he let out a loud laugh but quickly put his hand over his mouth cause he didn’t want to wake you up.

he softly whispered and joked about how bad of a friend you were for falling asleep while he was in emotional turmoil. Later however he would blame his mom for you falling asleep.

before he ended the call he took some screenshots to keep as blackmail.

── 彡 [리키] RICKY

you and ricky had been dating for a year and decided you guys wanted to do something to celebrate.

at first the both of you decided to just go out for dinner but you ended up having a cold and decided to just go out whenever you were better.

much to your dismay but you also didnt want to make ricky sick as well. and even though ricky was a little disappointed as well he jokingly said it was your own fault for not listening to him when he said to put on his jacket when it was getting cold outside.

and even though you insisted you did it because you didnt want him to get a cold either he said that wouldn’t have happened anyways cause he was simply “built different”.

because you guys werent going anywhere you decided to stay in and just hang out on facetime.

while you guys where on the call your doorbell suddenly rang. you opened the door to find a nice warm meal with some soup and a ceramic painting kit.

it had a handwritten note attached to it saying “happy 1 year anniversary baby”

you could recognize his handwriting immediately and ran back after you picked everything up.

“ricky how’d you get this here i didnt even see you move, is this an ai version of you or something so you could sneak away” you said surprised while he was laughing to himself on the other end of the call.

“damn y/n you think i look that handsome and unreal” he said with a smug smile on his face (forgetting the fact that he now owes gyuvin money for delivering all of this to you).

you thank him for everything and blew a little kiss to the camera while u started to dig into the hearty meal that ricky had sent you.

after both of you were done eating he pulled out his own ceramic painting set and suggested the both of you could do it on facetime together.

you loved this idea and began setting everything up.

while you were painting you were thinking about how thoughtful ricky had been and suddenly interrupted his painting just to tell him how much you loved him and to thank him for setting all of this up.

he giggled to himself and said it was nothing and that he loved you even more.

as it got later and later and you were just looking at ricky (cause you had already finished yours with a very “unique” painting style in his words) still quietly painting and enjoying your time together you felt your cold creeping up again and the exhaustion hitting you.

not wanting to ruin your “date” together you kept quite and just moved you and your phone to the couch while enjoying ricky’s focused face while he busy putting the final finishing touches on his artwork.

as ricky put his brush down wanting to show you his final product he was met with a sight of you curled up on the couch.

he smiled at you knowing that you probably just kept quiet to not disturb him and that you must’ve been very tired since you were still sick. he mentally bonked himself on the head for only just now noticing.

“happy one year anniversary y/n” he said quietly as he blew a kiss to the camera before he hung up.

he would then send you a picture of his final painting on the mug he had and showed the bottom of it where he had painted both of your initials.

— pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

[jasperstorage]

Intertwined sewn together ఌ.

genya x f!reader

note: btw title idea is lyrics from “not a lot, just forever” by Adrianne Lenker.

you walked through the halls of the butterfly mansion, you were there due a injury on your arm but once it was all bandaged up they let you walk around for a bit. As you walked, you started to drift off into your thoughts, not paying too much mind into where you were going.

until, you felt yourself bump into someone quite hard. “oh crap..i apologize.” *you said, rubbing the back of your neck.*

the boy turned around, annoyed by someone bumping into him. When he saw that you were a girl, his face flushed a bit. “Just watch where you’re going next time.”

“yes of course.” you felt bad for bumping into him so hard, so you decided to offer something. “I know I bumped into you pretty hard, do you think maybe if i got you some food that would make you feel a bit better?” You asked, you honestly did feel pretty bad.

Genya’s face flushed a bit more at your question, was a girl seriously asking him out to eat? “w-what?” he said, you noticed his red face and stuttering. You then spoke up, “I understand if you don’t want to.” From your perspective you thought he was mad, rather than flustered.

Genya didn’t know what to say, so many thoughts were crossing his mind at that moment. “um..are you okay?” you asked concerned. He then snapped out of it, “y-yea.”

“so do you wanna go to get food or..?”

Genya thought about it for a moment, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? he then sighed before speaking up. “I’ll go with you..”

You nodded your head, “are you ready to go now?” You asked. Genya nodded his head and the two of you started heading out the door, you waved to Aoi and others.

Walking down the path, it was quiet for a bit. That bit unfortunately felt like hours of awkwardness, but you decided to speak up. “so, whats your name?”

“m-my name?” genya said, face still flushed. “yea? what is it?” “Genya shinazugawa..”

you smiled a bit, “nice name.” he gave you a small smile from your comment, before then asking what your name was. “my names (y/n).” you said with a soft smile.

Genya couldn’t help but mirror your smile, you seemed kind. The two of you began talking more, genya soon became more & more comfortable with you.

Once the two of you finally reached a small restaurant, you then walked in. Once you placed your orders, you both sat down.

Genya was quite interesting to you, you wanted to know more about him. When the two of you finally sat down, you decided to ask him a few questions to get to know him better. “Genya, can I ask you a few questions? I just wanna get to know you better. You seem pretty interesting.” You said.

a bit of blush creeped onto his cheeks, he then nodded his head. “do you have any siblings?” You asked.

When you asked this, his eyes saddened a bit. You then saw the look in his eyes, regretting asking that. “I-Im so sorry genya, I didn’t know that was a sensitive topic for you.” he waved his hands a bit, “no it’s okay, I have an older brother.” Genya didn’t want to mention his other siblings that passed, he didn’t want to remember those awful memories.

“an older brother? thats nice.” You smiled a bit, you still noticed how his eyes were a bit sad still. You didn’t wanna push it though, considering you met him just today and he was starting to warm up to you a bit.

The two of you continued to talk a bit more, eating your lunch. You guys laughed, enjoying your food.

Once you guys were finally done, the two of you were full. “gosh that definitely filled me up.” You patted your stomach. Genya laughed a bit, nodding his head in agreement. “Yea, thanks by the way. I enjoyed having lunch with you.” he then smiled.

“well im glad you enjoyed it!” you smiled back at him.

the rest of the day, the two of you walked around. Talking about demon slayer stuff, and random things.

after this encounter, you and genya became close. The two of you were almost always seen with each other. Throughout the months you’ve known genya, he started to open up more about his past. You comforted him, making him feel a slight bit better.

One day, the two of you were done fighting with a demon, a bit worn out afterwards. You two decided to sit down, when you sat down next to genya you laid your head against his shoulder. He was flustered by what you did, but a bit use to this already.

You usually were very clingy, and touchy also. Overtime he got use to it, but he would get flustered here and there. Though, what he didn’t realize was that he had feelings for you. He didn’t view you like any other girl, he saw you for who you were.

He loved your hair, your face, your personality, your laugh. He loved everything about you, and he remembered the little things about you also.

You then poked his cheek, he then snapped out of his thoughts. He looked down at you, who was laying on his shoulder. He was a bit flustered, “what is it (y/n)?”

“your quite cute you know, when your all red.” you laughed a bit, teasing him about his rosey cheeks. His cheeks flushed a bit more, “shut up.” he said playfully. You laughed a bit, poking at his cheek.

The two of you continued talking, before you suddenly said something. “Genya, why are you cheeks always red when your with me? Do you maybe like me?” you laughed, sounding a bit sarcastic.

Genya widened his eyes a bit, his face turning into a tomato. When you looked back at him, you noticed his face was bright red now. Realizing that he most likely did like you.

Your face went bright red also, the two of you looking at each other like two tomato’s sitting next to each other in a grocery store. You then spoke up first, “do you..like me?..”

genya stayed silent for a moment, “m-maybe..and so what if i did?!”

You then took in his words for a moment, so genya really did like you..

you then started to realize more and more, that genya had feelings for you. You then smiled, your face back to normal now. Genya was still a blushing mess of course, but you decided to hug him. Hoping it would calm him down a bit.

When you hugged him, he felt comforted once again. When you even slightly touched him he felt immediately safe with you. He melted into your touch, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You smiled at him doing this, you combed his hair with your fingers. You then stopped hugging him, your soft hands on his shoulders. Your hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks. You put your forehead to his, the two of you stayed like this for a moment. Before then kissing him, it was a short but loving kiss. He again was a blushing mess after it of course.

You giggled at this, patting his head and smiling.

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im sorry if this sucks, i started writing this at 5am and im so tired lmao.